A couple weeks went by and the evening with Tom was only briefly mentioned. It wasn't until Amanda received a call from Julie that she began to realize that evening might have just been the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in her and Eric's life.
When Eric arrived home later Wednesday, Amanda mentioned the call. She watched Eric's reaction and tried to gauge his level of curiosity.
"What did Julie have to say?" he asked.
"Oh, just to know if we were interested in a get-together at their home this weekend," she said.
"What did you tell her," he asked.
"I told her I'd speak to you and get back to her tomorrow. What would you like me to tell her," she asked?
Eric didn't immediately answer.
"Well," she asked?
When he gathered his thoughts, he knew what accepting their invitation meant. Even though Amanda had previously mentioned that she wouldn't mind watching me fuck Julie, she hadn't mentioned it since. Plus, I didn't know for sure if she wanted to go another round with Tom. Lastly, I wanted to be careful going down this path.
Finally, I answered, "We both know what they have in mind. If you would like to go and just play it by ear, I'm game."
"Do you want to fuck Julie," she asked?
"That's a loaded question," I said.
"Well, I'd be surprised if you hadn't at least thought about it, she said. Just so you know, I am perfectly fine if you want to," she said.
"So, you're ok with another romp with Tom," he asked? She grinned.
As they were preparing for bed that evening, Eric noticed that Amanda seemed to have something on her mind.
"Is there something you'd like to talk to me about," he asked?
She hesitated and then said, "I have to admit that I've masturbated a couple times since I was with Tom. I didn't fantasize about him so much as thinking about you watching us. It was so fucking hot knowing you were there and could see everything he did to me. Have you jerked off thinking about it?"
"Well, if you have to know, a couple times," I said.
"Think about that night and do it now for me. I want to watch you," she said.
"I'll make you a deal, I said. I'll do it if you'll join me."
She laid down on the bed, slid off her panties and said," I enjoy you watching me. You do plan on fucking me, don't you?"
Amanda accepted their dinner invitation for Saturday evening. She spent a great deal of time Saturday preparing. Hair, nails, make-up, and new lace panties. She selected a slinky black cut to the waist peek-a-boo dress that didn't require a bra. I mentioned that if she turned a certain way, I caught a glimpse of her firm little titties.
She laughed and said, "That's the idea isn't it?"
My only preparation for the evening was a shower and to make a stop at the neighborhood pot shop. That was something neither of us had done in years, the pot not the shower!
We arrived at 7:00, bottle of wine in hand and two rolled joints in my jacket pocket. Julie met us at the door in a short miniskirt and shear yellow blouse with her black lace bra clearly visible.
She complimented Amanda on her dress and then caught both of us by surprise when she nonchalantly ran her finger down the slit between Amanda's breasts. "Nice," she said.
We followed her into the living room and were surprised to see Don and Samantha. Tom was in the kitchen.
He came out and said, "I hope you guys don't mind. I invited Don and Samantha to join us."
Samantha looked sexier than I had remembered, and Don looked ... at Amanda.
Amanda leaned in and whispered to me, "I'll bet Tom told them about what had happened."
"By the way Don is staring at you, I'll bet he did," I said.
The seating for dinner was not random. Amanda sat between Don and Julie. I sat beside Sam. All during dinner, Don was 'very' attentive to Amanda. She didn't appear to mind. Dinner conversation was, for the most part, small talk. Amanda told me later that Don had whispered to her that Tom had told him about an interesting evening he has shared with them.
She said her reaction was only to tell him, "It was fun."
After dinner, Amanda and I excused ourselves to speak alone on the patio. We lit one of the joints, inhaling it deeply. I mentioned that Don seemed to be interested in getting to know her better.
She smiled and said, "I think you're right. He kept touching my leg throughout dinner."
"Stay or go," I asked?
"Your call darling, she answered, but you know what is probably going to happen if we stay."
Tom joined us on the patio. "Are you guys ok? Hey, you want to share? The joint I mean," he said laughing.
