Tina Davenport shrieked, "He did WHAT!?"
"Not so loud," said Rachel in a hushed tone. The bar was relatively quiet for a Friday lunchtime, but there were still other customers within earshot. "He sucked his dick. Right in front of me! It was so fucking sexy, Tina," whispered Rachel.
The two dogging buddies had met up so Rachel could fill her friend in on her recent wild night with her husband Mike and the Bikers - and then with Jason. Her first Bukkake and then her first DP. Not to mention the Man on Man sex show.
"Fuck!" mouthed Tina, not wanting the whole bar to hear their sordid conversation. "I love seeing guys at it. Wow! You lucky bitch," she laughed.
"Tell me about it. Honestly, Tina I've never been so wet," said Rachel.
"So, what's next, my love? You two have certainly jumped headlong into the lifestyle, haven't you?" asked Tina, sipping her white wine.
"Well...I was going to talk to you about that," purred Rachel, also taking a sip from her wine. "Let's top you up," reaching for the remnants of their chilling Chardonnay.
"Oh, go on then," said Tina as Rachel filled her glass. "I'm intrigued now."
"Okay," she said, fixing her sights on Tina's curious gaze. "Sooooo, I might have mentioned something to Mike in all the excitement. That us girls like seeing two guys at it just as much as they like seeing two girls at it."
"Right..." said Tina with a puzzled expression.
"And I might also have mentioned....... I'd put on a show with you - if he did it with Jason."
Rachel emptied the rest of the bottle into her glass, took a deep glug, and waited for Tina's reply.
"Oh, really!" exclaimed Tina. "What? It just sort of slipped out, did it? You and me 'at it' so you could watch them suck cock?"
"Look, Tina," said Rachel, leaning closer as she lowered her voice. "I was horny as hell. And you know how their minds work! It just came into my head!" she protested in a hushed tone.
"Not the only thing that came, was it!" Tina responded.
"And I wouldn't have even brought it up, but Mike keeps going on about it," pleaded Rachel. "I think he's asked three times this week when he's 'getting his show.' I'm sorry, Tina - forgive me," apologised Rachel, draining her glass and standing up.
"I'll go. Sorry again," said Rachel, looking sheepish as she reached over the table to offer a hug. But Tina sat back.
"OK. See you soon. I hope," she said as she collected her bag from the back of her chair and turned to leave.
"Get another bottle," said Tina.
Rachel turned. "Eh?" she asked, puzzled.
"I said, Get. Another. Bottle," repeated Tina, leaning forward, arms folded on the table. Rachel looked confused.
Tina saw her confusion. A sultry smile spread across her face as she watched her friend caught in the headlights.
"Get another bottle - it seems we have some talking - and shopping - to do. Don't we?" Go on then," she said, smiling and waving her to the bar.
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Rachel could hardly contain herself. 6 o'clock - just gone - and Mike should be home any minute. Friday traffic permitting.
As she finished arranging the cushions on their sofa, she heard the front door. "Hiya love," called Mike. "Bloody nightmare getting home. Swear the roads get busier every week."
"Hi babe. I'm in here," replied Rachel, putting the last cushion in place as she turned to greet him. "Ah, you look shattered, babe. Come and sit down."
Mike pecked her on the cheek and flopped onto the sofa. "Oooh boy. What a day," he groaned, closing his eyes.
"Well..." cooed Rachel, "I have something that might cheer you up."
Mike sat up and looked at his wife. "Really?" he groaned. "I'm beat. I just wanna flop here."
"Mmmm," purred Rachel, snuggling alongside him. "That might work. You could just sit there - and watch."
Mike didn't even raise his head or open his eyes as he wearily replied, "Watch what?"
Rachel whispered in his ear. "Watch. Your wife. And Tina."
Now his eyes opened. Wide open.
Rachel jumped up from his side and skipped to the kitchen. "They're here at 7.30 if you want to get freshened up," she chirped over her shoulder.
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"I'll get it," shouted Mike to his wife upstairs. Opening the front door, he was greeted with a beaming Tina.
"Hi Mike. Rachel upstairs?" she half asked as she slid past him and scampered up the stairs. Roger was locking their car and sauntered up the path. "Hello, mate," he greeted Mike. "How's tricks?
"Alright, Roger," replied Mike, showing him into the living room. "Drink?"
"Love one," said Roger, heading to the sofa. "Ring side seat and beer," he laughed. "What more could a man want?"