I am lying naked on my bed. My head is spinning from too much alcohol, and my penis aches from too much sex. I feel my wife's sultry body snuggled against my right side. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and her breathing stirs the hairs on my chest as she sleeps. I'm aware of her soft breasts pressed against my side, and her hand resting on my thigh.
Her best friend, Anne, is curled against my left side. She has one leg thrown over me. I feel her pubic hair, sticky and matted, against my thigh, and our mingled juices drain slowly from her pussy onto my leg. She coughs lightly in her sleep, and I catch a faint whiff of marijuana.
I'm unable to sleep, and instead review the night's events, over and over again.
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For as long as I've known her, my wife Linda has gotten together with her friends from work every couple of months for a "girls night." Over the years most of the women have changed jobs, so this is really the only time they all get together.
Because we have a big house, the party is often here. I usually find an excuse to work late or get together with a friend, though on occasion Linda drafts me to help out in the kitchen. (The women all bring food, but it often needs organizing, heating, and so on.) I'm actually happy that we end up playing host. My wife was pretty wild before we were married, and some of her friends still have a tendency to push the limits. At least at our house I know where my wife is.
With summer drawing to a close, the girls decided they would have one final outdoor party (on our patio, of course), with a "luau" theme. Linda volunteered me as bartender, so I made sure we had all the ingredients for mai tais, daiquiris, and other "tropical" drinks. Linda laughed hysterically when I came home from the store with a package of those little paper drink umbrellas, but they turned out to be a hit with the girls.
Tonight, the night of the party, we arranged torches and candles around the yard. I dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of surf shorts and set up the bar on the patio. Linda came downstairs wearing a bikini top that showed off her medium-size breasts, and a silk wrap-around skirt. With her long dark hair and deep tan, she carried off the Polynesian look really well. I loaded the CD tray with a mix of Hawaiian music we'd picked up as souvenirs on our last vacation, as well as some pretty good slack-string guitar CDs. I started the music and turned on the outdoor speakers just as the girls started to arrive.
As I said, some of Linda's friends are on the wild side, and the outfits they wore were pretty revealing. Anne, probably Linda's best friend, was wearing a tiny string bikini that barely covered her small tits, and a fake "grass skirt." I saw flashes of skin every time she moved her legs, and at first I was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Eventually I concluded that she was wearing a thong. And yes, I did spend a lot of time "studying" her. Anne and I don't get along well; she's pretty irresponsible, and I worry about the things she talks Linda into doing. But I've always been fascinated by her body... much thinner than I usually like, and very little in the chest department, but somehow very erotic, and graceful in a cat-like way.
I was kept busy for the first couple of hours, mixing drinks and carrying around plates of finger food. I don't know where guys get the idea that women can't drink... I could hardly keep pace, mixing drinks for Linda and the eight other women. I drank very little myself. I try to keep track of how much everyone is having, and make sure they can drive safely before I let them leave. But after a while I noticed a couple of joints being passed around, and more or less gave up on keeping anyone sober.
The party got pretty wild for a while. Linda had cranked up the stereo, and most of the girls were dancing. A couple had taken off their tops, claiming they wanted to dance "island style."
Anne came by the bar, a joint in her hand. "So is mister In-Control ready to lighten up a little? I scored some Maui and thought it would be appropriate," she said.
I think she just wanted be make sure I knew that she had brought the pot.
I shrugged my shoulders and said "why not?"
Anne took a long hit from the joint, filling her lungs. She then leaned over and pressed her lips to mine, teasing my lips apart with the tip of her tongue. As my lips parted, she slowly blew a long stream of smoke deep into my lungs.
When she'd emptied her lungs into mine, she grinned at me and said, "better stay behind the bar for a while. You wouldn't want Linda to see the bulge in your shorts." I watched, red faced, as she walked away, swaying her hips, flashes of her firm little ass showing through the swishing grass skirt.
It wasn't bad advice, I decided. Fortunately there weren't too many more requests for drinks or snacks. In fact, the party started to break up pretty early, around 10:30. The alcohol and pot had taken their toll, and everyone seemed pretty wiped. Some of the girls had husbands or boyfriends waiting at home, and a couple even had kids. Frankly, I wasn't sorry to see everyone leaving. I'd been pretty turned on all night, and my cock was aching to slide into Linda's tight pussy.
Since I was still reasonably sober, I managed to pair up those who were too drunk to drive with more sober friends to get them home safely, and called a cab for one of the girls. They could sort out the car situation tomorrow!
Soon it was down to just Linda, Anne, and two others who I didn't know very well, Kelly and Jen. Unfortunately, they showed no signs of being ready to quit. When they called for another round of drinks, I decide it was time to move the party inside so the neighbors could get some sleep. I got everyone into the living room by the simple expedient of moving the food and drinks inside. I then turned off the outside speakers, switched on the inside set, and closed the windows.
Since the girls seemed to have everything they needed for the moment, I went into the kitchen to do a little cleaning up. A could hear them talking and laughing loudly in another room. After a few minutes, Linda poked her head into the kitchen and said, "Come on! We're going to play a game, and we need you." She was slurring a little and walking unsteadily, so I figured I'd better join the party in the living room to see what they were up to.
They had placed a straight-backed chair in the center of the room, and arranged the rest of the furniture around it. I had no idea what they were up to, but I knew that I was going to be the subject of their fun. My suspicions were confirmed when they told me to sit in the chair. I was a little tired, so I figured I'd sit down and go along with whatever they had in mind. Immediately the four women surrounded me. Pulling out some long scarves, they quickly tied my wrists to the chair behind my back. Linda produced a long, wide strip of flowered silk. It was supposed to be the top that went with her skirt, but she'd decided to wear the bikini top instead. She wrapped the cloth around and around my head at eye level and tied it off, effectively blindfolding me.
One of the girls, I think it was Jen, said, "wait, he needs a drink before we start!"
I felt a glass pressed to my lips and tilted; I had no choice but to swallow. It was mostly rum... I knew it wasn't one of the drinks I had mixed, so they must have retrieved the supplies from the bar while I was in the kitchen.
Jen took away the glass, and Linda announced, "We're going to play a game called guess who. Dave, you need to guess, and each time you guess wrong you have to take a drink. Now I'm going to start out, so the first guess will be free!"
I still didn't have any idea what she was talking about, but the girls laughing loudly, so I knew I was about to find out.
