The next Monday after my little get together with Christy and Kevin, we both played it pretty cool at work. We tried as hard as we could to make sure nothing seemed different between us and that our co-workers would not catch on that something might have happened between us. In fact, we talked very little during the next couple of weeks.
After a short while, however, things pretty much returned to normal as far as our normal working relationship in concerned. The only thing that changed was my wondering if I would ever get the change to fuck her again. About a month later, it was Christy that brought up the subject privately.
“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could get Sara to get involved in a little foursome,” she asked me, referring to my wife.
“If were talking about this three years ago, maybe,” I replied. “At that time, Sara was willing to fuck just about anything. If you think your little gangbang was something, Sara once got ten guys to come over to our house and fuck her while I videotaped the whole thing. For about five hours, she fucked and sucked each one of them. It was one of the most sluttish acts I had ever witnessed, at least something that happened right in front of me.
“But now,” I continued, “she seems to act as if none of that ever happened. I’m not talking just the gangbang. She was into all-girl action, orgies and any other type sexual acts you can think of involving one or more other people. In my opinion, it was a wonderful time. I was fucking all kinds of other women, often while my wife was fucking their husbands.
“Then, all of sudden, nothing. Still to this day I have no idea what happened, but she just stopped. It wasn’t just the group thing, either, but our sex life seemed to slow down also. We used to fuck three or four times a week and do everything imaginable. At least once a week, she would want me in her ass. Now, we have sex maybe once every other week and the craziest she gets in that she will let me do her doggy style. She even threw out all of our porn videos that we had purchased and all the tapes we had made of ourselves having sex.
“So I don’t think Sara would want to get into a foursome. Don’t get me wrong, if I could figure out a way to wake up the slutty side of her, I would pursue that with all my energy.”
“Well, what if we invited you guys over dinner and then just let things fall where they may,” Christy asked. “We could have dinner, drink wine, maybe play a drinking game, you both would be too drunk to drive home, and then me and Kevin could try and seduce her. If she isn’t into it, then it’s over. We go to bed and the next morning you guys go home.”
“That sounds fine and all, but what if she gets really pissed,” I asked. “Then, she will probably hate the two of you and that could interfere with my chances of ever getting to fuck you again, which in case you haven’t already figured out is something I desperately want to do again. “
“Don’t worry,” was Christy’s reply. “Wouldn’t it be better if you fucked me with her permission? Besides, if she ends up hating me, she still goes out of town, and isn’t that how you got around her before? Just trust me, Kevin and I won’t let things get too far unless we are sure Sara is into it.”
I agreed to go along with Christy’s plan and we arranged to go over to their house that Saturday night. The next three days had my mind racing. I worried about things going wrong. Sara’s reactions to their come-ons and, worst case scenario, something happening that would tell Stacey I had been over to Christy’s house that weekend she had gone to her parents.
Finally, Saturday arrived. About six o’clock we were ready to leave home and Sara came downstairs ready to go. While she had not been interested in sex very much over the past few years, she still dressed ready to seduce.
She had just turned 30, but had worked very hard to stay in shape. As she came downstairs, I observed she was wearing a khaki skirt, which stopped about three-quarters length down her thigh and exposed a very well sculpted leg. She wore a sleeveless blouse, which also exposed a sculpted body including about an inch of her firm abs. Her cropped blonde hair, which she usually wore straight, had a hint of her natural curls and was fixed in a way that was purposefully messy. While her five-foot-six-inch frame had no features that would be classified as above normal, all together she could turn heads just as fast as any other attractive woman in the area.
When we arrived at Kevin and Christy’s we were greeted very innocently. Christy had dressed very conservatively in a pair of capri pants and a loose fitting short-sleeved blouse, which gave no intent of the purpose of the evening.
We all got glasses of wine as Kevin announced that dinner was ready. During dinner we all had three or four glasses of wine and each of us was getting pretty buzzed. I could tell Sara was feeling good, because she was very talkative and a little flirty, which she usually became when she was drunk. At the very least that was a good sign. Even if the foursome thing didn’t happen, I felt confident that I would get laid tonight.
After dinner, Christy and Kevin cleared the table and when they returned they brought a bottle of tequila, limes, salt, shot glasses and two glasses. They told us they wanted to play speed quarters, with the loser having to do a shot. Much to my surprise, Sara was very enthusiastic at the game suggestion, which gave me new hope that the foursome thing was again possible and I would get to fuck Christy again.
We played the game of quarters for a little while, but after each of us doing a four or five shots we were all getting pretty drunk. Christy suggested that we stop playing for drinks and start playing for something else.
“Instead of having to take a shot, the loser has to just take a big drink of beer,” she suggested with a little smile. “And you have to remove an article of clothing.”
This is where the night was going to turn for the best or for the worse. I hoped Sara had drunk enough that she was into it, which would mean eventually we would all be naked and lust would take over.
