AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy, for a special woman.
Listening to my wife's girlfriends laughing and cackling drunkenly in the background made it harder to understand her slurred directions. She'd gone to Tammy's house for one of the more subdued girls nights; it was last minute, and only a small group for dinner and drinks at Tammy's house instead of the usual ten to twelve of them at a restaurant. All th girls had known each other since high school, some since grade school, an they were still close, and got together several times a year. Since Diane was off work the next day, I had agreed to pick her up so she could drink, and she'd gotten our daughter to drop her off. And now I was trying to find my way through an unfamiliar suburban neighborhood, following her drunken, laughing directions.
Well, I finally found it, and she was out in the driveway, waving me down. I was neither irritated nor put out, despite the late night drive, because I like when she goes out with her friends; they have been close so long, and she has such a good time with them, retelling all their old stories. And her friends are mostly hot, although they've all aged a bit in the twenty plus years I've known them, and they're fun, and they seem to like me. But Diane, my wife, has them all beat. For what its worth she tells me I have all their husbands beat, too.
So she walked me inside, and yeah, they were pretty lit up. There were a few empty wine bottles in evidence, and the remains of some light snacks on the table where they had gathered for the last few hours. The girls all greeted me, seeming more than usually appreciative. There were friendly kisses, and some welcome compliments, and some wardrobe observations from the ladies. I wasn't complaining; I loved the attention, and played along, returning the appreciative comments, and complimenting them.
I had agreed to give Mary a ride home; she was local to Terry, not too far out of the way, and clearly way too shitfaced to be driving. After my wife, she was always the hottest and she was the most friendly an open of all of them, and I always kind of had a thing for her. She just oozed sexuality, and I always thought she might have something for me, but she was married, and we were all friends. But it always seemed like more than appreciation for how I looked, like maybe she was jealous of our relationship, and tonight was no exception.
She complimented me on being so nice as to take Diane home, and rubbed my shoulder as she spoke, admiring my jacket,telling me how nice I looked, and saying how much she appreciated our offer to drive her home, and that she didn't want us to go out of our way. "Are you sure it's not a problem?" she asked. "I can take a cab."
"Don't be ridiculous, Mare, of course not, I'm happy to." They were all drunk, so I poured it on. "I would never let you take a cab when I can drive you home," I told her with a big smile. Diane ha prepared me for Mary's objections.
"Diane said you're taking the beach road home, so that's okay," she blurted. "If you were taking the usual way..."
"Stop," I told her, smiling, "you're not out of the way, and it's my pleasure."
"You are so nice," she smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. I looked to my wife as Mary announced to the group, "Isn't he wonderful?" in her drunken blathering, but I felt, then, that it was something she'd always wanted to say, "I love him," she continued, "Diane, you have such a good man here."
The other ladies, agreed, as Diane looked me over with a drunken, unfocused glare.
"Yeah, Diane said you were taking the beach road home," Jenny said slyly. The beach route would be mostly empty this time of night, but it was a beautiful drive any time, and not too far out of the way. The girls were all laughing at the beach road comment. She said she-"
"Stop," Tammy interjected, "don't tell him."
"What?" I asked smiling, taking the glass of seltzer Tammy offered. She was offering me food, drink, everything, an over anxious drunk hostess. "What did she say?"
"I told them I was going to blow you on the way home," Diane blurted.
I grinned, a little uncomfortably as the girls laughed and cheered. I looked at Diane, and saw she meant it. Who knows what the conversation gets like when the girls get together, alone? Anyway, it was funny, because Diane always becomes more open when she drinks, and often says sexual things she never says at home. I was looking forward to a nice adventure!
So we chatted about this and that; I tried not to be too sarcastic as they babbled drunkenly, and as these types of conversations continued, they repeated some of the highlights of their earlier talk, laughing like they never heard it before. Diane's blowjob comment led the way to each girl reviewing their personal favorite. Jenny mentioned getting a foot massage, and the other girls all said that Jenny had confessed that foot massages were her favorite thing.
"I massage Diane's feet all the time," I told them, "when were watching TV she just plops them on my lap, and I rub away," I bragged." I don't think she likes it much, though." I grinned, and pushed. "But on massage nights, when she's on the table, she loves it."
"O-oh, massage night," Tammy said, her grin tight and feral.
"You can massage my feet anytime," Jenny added, her eyes smoky and lidded with liquor. She was staying at Jenny's for the night.
Not to be outdone, Diane offered, "You know what they all said their favorite thing was?" she asked me, and the girls laughed. "They like to watch their husband wash the dishes."
"Wow, that's a little tame, ladies," I offered. "You really have to set your sights a little higher, you know, raise the bar a little."
"No, it's hot," Tammy blurted defensively. "Watching him, you know," she trailed off, the though unfinished, as though I would understand what she meant. I didn't.
"Yeah," Mary tried to explain. "Watching him," as though that explained it all.
"Really, that's it?" I laughed, but good naturedly, along with the ladies. I spread my arms open, indicating the table."Well, it looks like there's plenty of things here to wash," I offered. "Would you like me to wash them for you?" It was silly, but all in good fun. Here, give me your empty glasses," I said, looking at each of them, "I'll wash them for you."
Diane laughed, and the girls passed their empty glasses and stacked the used plates and slid them across the table. Diane stumbled up from her chair and took the plates to the sink for me, and I took the empty wine glasses as the ladies cheered and arranged themselves to face the sink. "Ladies," Diane said to them in an exaggerated formality, after placing the dishes in the sink." My husband will now," she stroked my shoulders, "fulfill your deepest fantasies." They cheered behind me as I turned the water on. "And later," she told them, sliding her hand down to my butt, fondling me through the denim, "he'll fulfill mine." They hooted ad hollered like they were at a male review. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped away from me and leaned on the counter a few steps away.
"Yeah, and we know what your fantasy is," Jenny called out, "and it's not a foot massage!"
