"Come in, Ken," Randolph said as he answered the door.
"Monique is upstairs getting ready, but I have cold beer out back." he said as he motioned to the back of the house.
This was the first time Ken had visited their apartment. It was a small place, but large enough and seemed comfortable. The kids were gone for the weekend and it was the adult's turn to have a little fun. We had known Ken for several years since he delivered regularly to the company we worked for and over this time had become fairly familiar. We shared our love for our children which were close to the same ages, we all liked to cut loose on weekends, and we loved to smoke a little herb whenever possible. So we all had been looking forward to his first visit to the home where we could all let down our guards and just have a great time.
After Randolph poured two glasses of beer from the mini-keg, Monique came downstairs. Ken's jaw struck the floor. She had on blue jeans and a t-shirt that in certain light was almost transparent showing the hint of the lacy bra beneath. Ken had always seen her at work and she was quite a bit more conservative in public, but tonight was an intimate gathering of friends and therefore she was dressed appropriately.
"Well hello Ken," Monique said as she greeted him with a hug.
"I have been looking forward to you coming over." she whispered as they hugged. She was purposely pressing her large breasts against him and I could see the glint in her eye. I knew this would be one fun night.
"You look..... you look amazing...." Ken finally utters as he takes a seat at the pub table noticeably trying to hide the bulge that was forming in his pants.
"Why thank you baby, I hoped you would like seeing me in regular clothes." she said confident that he did indeed like her in whatever clothes she was wearing or not wearing for that matter.
Monique and I joined Ken at the table, and as there were cards there already we naturally began shuffling.
"Guess we are playing strip poker?" Ken asked jokingly but hoping secretly that the answer would be yes.
"Now Ken, you would not want to see me naked now would you?" Monique asked flirtatiously as she squeezed his knee under the table.
Ken's face flushed red as his bulge grew from her contact with him under the table. Although brief, it had started his blood boiling. From that point forward, he would hang on her every word.
"Well, if you two will excuse me for just a moment." Randolph said as he arose from the table and gestured towards the bathroom.
"OK, honey. Guess I will try to keep Ken entertained while you are gone, but you better not take too long." she said jokingly, "On second thought, take your time honey." she finished looking at Ken and smiling.
As I entered the bathroom, I heard Monique's say something I could not quite make out. I heard the chair slide across the floor and then silence. As I had drunk quite a few glasses of draft, it took me several minutes to relieve myself, wash my hands and rejoin Monique and Ken.
As I opened the restroom door, I heard shuffling coming from the back and as I entered, Monique was adjusting her hair and Ken looked up at me and looked back down. Then I noticed the huge bulge in his pants and his fly was only half zipped up. I casually took my seat and winked at Monique. I had no idea what had taken place in my absence, but both of them seemed excited and acted as if they had the secret to life and they were dying to tell me about it.
"Let me refill that glass for you," I said as I reached across the table and retrieved his half empty glass.
"What kind of host would I be if I let your glass get empty?" I took all our glasses to the kitchen to top them off at the mini-keg when Monique came in and joined me.
"Honey, I think Ken is going to have a lot of fun tonight." she said to me in a lowered tone so that Ken could not overhear.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
She approached me and grasped my crotch in her hand and then leaned in and whispered to me. "Because, I have already had his cock in my mouth and I am so wet." My cock started to get hard immediately. She always turned me on when she was in one of her 'dirty' moods.
She then turned with her and Ken's glass and returned to our company. I watched her walk over to Ken and sat his glass in front of him on the pub table. Her finger slowly traced back from his glass to his hand and then gingerly walked up his arm to his shoulder.