After the accidental wife swap we experienced on our last vacation I wrote that the foursome didn't have an effect on our relationship. I should have worded the statement differently. It surely did have an effect, as our discussions about adding partners to our sex life were no longer just fantasies, rather it seemed like we were scheming and planning future adventures.
Gail had asked me what I would like to do on my fast approaching forty fourth birthday. With her hand gently rubbing my crotch through my jeans she told me I could be creative with my birthday wish. After taking a few days to think this over I had come up with an idea.
Sherry was a former coworker turned close friend of Gale's, who had recently divorced a shit-head husband. Sherry is a professional girl, mother of two young kids, with no desire for dating games. We would get together with Sherry every several weeks, sometimes just a weeknight with her and the kids for some dinner, sometimes on a Saturday night for dinner and drinks either at home or out on the town somewhere. Sherry said that she appreciated the social life with us, though she did worry about being a third wheel.
Days later Gail pressed me about my birthday, I just said "how about Sherry". Gail's responded that the thought had crossed her mind as well, but she would have to figure out the best way to broach the idea with Sherry.
Gail and Sherry were meeting after work for mojitos one afternoon/evening, and Gail decided to invite Sherry out for my birthday, and I guess the conversation just naturally flowed. Sherry asked Gail if I wanted anything special, and Gail just came right out and said that I wanted her. Sherry said that she hadn't been fucked for over two years and Gail probably shouldn't joke around. Gail assured Sherry that she was dead serious. Sherry apparently laughed, summoned the bartender, and told him he'd better make the next round a pitcher.
Sherry and I get along great, to the point where you would be hard pressed to figure out which of the girls are my wife. I might be holding either or both girls hand, and if I give Gail a peck on the lips, I often turn and do the same to Sherry.
Still, Sherry wasn't ready for Gail's question, and at the end of the mojitos pitcher, all she could do was to accept the offer to go out with us while proposing to take the rest of the night one step at a time. So the girls made plans to take me out Saturday night for appetizers and drinks before returning to our place for "one step at a time".
I did not know of the plans until late Saturday afternoon when I asked Gail what she would like to do for dinner. That's when she told me we were going out with Sherry for a lite bite and a few birthday drinks. A bit later we cleaned ourselves up and headed over to a favorite watering hole of mine that happened to have great Mediterranean cook who would whip up some delicious Lebanese hors d'oeuvres.
Speaking of delicious, Sherry entered the bar about ten or so minutes after we arrived. Sherry is about five foot nine inches tall with rich hazel eyes, shiny dark brown hair, with a smile that rarely leaves her face. Her physique is slender but solid, not skinny at all. I'm not an expert on size, but her tits can't fill much more than an "A" cup. I know most guys want girls with big racks, but Sherry rarely wares a bra outside of work, and she's got these killer nipples that looked like they were ready to poke holes in the silky blouse she was wearing. She knew exactly how to best leverage her assets and was looking totally hot; she was attracting lots of stares from both the guys and their disapproving dates. Gail checked out Sherry from head to toes, shook her head and said "no way you haven't screwed anyone in over two years". Sherry assured Gail that it was the truth and added that she was nervous as hell and would probably have to medicate a bit to make things happen tonight. We assumed she was talking about medicating with alcohol and proceeded to enjoy the food and cocktails and conversation. Gail eventually asked our waitress for the check, and as we were finishing our drinks, Sherry took a harmless looking pill from her purse, popped in her mouth and washed it down.
"Prescription" Gail asked. "Ecstasy" Sherry answered, and went on to explain that her wild child niece happened to work as a "titty dancer" and had talked about using the pills in order to warm up for the clubs customers. Aunt Sherry had acquired a few pills from the girl in anticipation of the evening. We knew what Ecstasy was for but had never used it before. Gail told Sherry to give her one and was soon swallowing it down.
Back at the house I got some drinks ready as the girls settled onto the couch and found something on the TV. I carried in the drinks and some munchies, but honestly the only things I was interesting in eating were both sitting right there in my living room, both looking strangely comfortable with each other.