I went to my wife, still laying on the bed in the same position. She turned her head toward me and smiled. I kissed the tip of her nose, told her I loved her, then pulled her tight. Her arm went around my back and I felt fingers digging into my side, tugging me to her.
Little did I expect, at that moment, that our night was far from over.
ooOoo
Karen and I lay together for... a long time, just holding each other. "We still have guests," she finally said and climbed off the bed, disappearing into our bathroom.
I got up, too and went in the living room. The four were dressed in the clothes they'd come in; Nate and Alyssa on the loveseat, Pauli and Connor on the couch, heads on each other's shoulders just softly talking. Suddenly, I was self-conscious, the only one naked in the room. I found my clothes, slipped them on and sat down next to Connor on the couch.
"Think we need a drink," Connor announced. So, he and I retreated to the kitchen where the drink-making materials were still on the counter. As we worked, Connor looked over at me and asked, "You want the night to be over?"
I shrugged, not knowing what he was getting at, "Why, what?" I asked him.
He went about pouring the rum, handing me the glasses to add the crushed ice and ginger ale, "I made a phone call a little bit ago," he said, looking up at me, "that place we talked about earlier... in Umatilla... they don't close until two." We both looked at our watches simultaneously, eleven-thirty.
"I asked," he went on, "he said they could make an exception... to amateur night... if we wanted to bring our girls..." looking back over at me.
I stared, was he kidding? "You know... there'll never be a better time... after the brownies, inhibitions down," Connor explained.
"I don't know, if Karen can't make a conscious decision that she wants to... "
Connor hesitated, "No, it's not like that. The brownies won't make her do something she doesn't want. It's not so much that it wouldn't be a conscious decision as inhibitions kind of slipping away, letting her do what she really wants. She doesn't want, she still wouldn't."
I didn't know, somehow it didn't seem fair when she's been drinking so much more than she's used to and eaten those brownies.
"Never be another chance like tonight. And like I said, she won't do anything she doesn't want to," Connor insisted.
I hesitated, thought about it. It seemed like things had already spiraled completely out of control that night, going so fast. "Nah," I told him, "As far as tonight, think some things should just stay a fantasy... besides, what about Nate and Alyssa, she was even more adamant than Karen."
Connor looked disappointed, "Think I'll ask Pauli, though, she seemed like she wanted to pretty bad. Maybe just her and I might go." He got up and carried a tray of four drinks to the living room, giving one to Alyssa and Nate, then Pauli, whispering in her ear.
I watched all this from the kitchen, bemused at Pauli's reaction to his whispering, the smile on her face when she got up and came in the kitchen, picking up the drink I hadn't yet taken to Karen.
"Watch this," was all she said, taking Karen's drink to the other room, taking Alyssa's hand and the two of them retreating into the bedroom.
I went in the living room and sat down in my recliner. "What's going on?" I asked Connor.
Nate, too, looked bemused, "Yeah, what?" he asked as well.
"Have to wait and see, but I think Pauli's trying to talk the girls into something," he answered.
I sat, wondering. What should have been the obvious never occurred to me. Also, wondering what do you say to the guys who had just double-teamed your wife? Admittedly, my brain was kind of muddled after the alcohol and brownies. And, I guess, I wasn't exactly an 'innocent' in regards to their wives, either. After all, I'd been the first guy to fuck Nate's wife since they were married and just a week ago, Pauli, not to even mention the incredible blowjob just minutes earlier.
I continued to wonder in my haze until Pauli and Alyssa came back out of the bedroom, Pauli doing a little dance with her hands high in the air and twisting her hips back and forth, "Yes! We're having some fun tonight!"
Actually, I thought we had already been having some fun. Pretty damned incredible fun, too.
A couple minutes later, Pauli was still dancing when Karen came out of our room wearing one of her sexy little robes. Somehow, all the rest of us dressed and Karen in that sheer robe, nothing else - except the red stockings she'd never taken off, was just sexy as hell! She picked up her clothes from earlier, then, smiling that seductive smile that'd become pretty common the last week, she came over to me, kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Guess you better call an Uber... half an hour..." then disappeared back to the bedroom, carrying her clothes.
I looked around, no doubt the befuddled look showing on my face, "What? Where?" I asked to no one in particular, to anyone who'd answer me, the obvious still escaping me.
Pauli answered, "To Umatilla, dummy, that little club you guys talked about earlier," and did another little dance move, toying with the bottom of her short skirt, pulling it up and running her fingernails across the smooth, sexy skin of her thigh. God!
And then it dawned on me what she'd said, where we were going... that strip club! I couldn't fuckin' believe it! Karen? My Karen! My big-time fantasy come true? Okay, I'll admit it, when I'd written about Michelle and Adriana and Tanya on that stage, I'd been thinking about Karen. I'd never ever voiced it, not even to myself, but still... it had been her, my wife, I'd been secretly thinking about. And now? Holy fuck!
