Thursday afternoon I got a call from an old friend of mine. He had just returned from Iraq and was at the nearby Army post for the next week, out processing from the Reserves and trying to get back to civilian life as quickly as possible. When he told me they would be stuck on post this weekend with nothing to do, I invited him to stay at our place for the weekend. Tim called again on Friday afternoon to firm up the weekend plans, wondering if it would be ok for him to bring a few of his buddies along. After a year together in the desert, it just didn't seem right for him to bail on them and leave them stuck on post. No problem, I assured him, we're used to having a house full of people on the weekends. He asked if I was sure it would be OK with my wife, since he had yet to meet her and didn't want to impose. Again, no problem I said, she's always up for a party. We'll have a great time, see you at 5!
I picked the guys up as planned and was introduced to Marc, Tom and Justin. We all piled in the car and headed to my place. I called Marie to let her know we were on the way and make sure the fridge was full of beer. The guys were full of questions on the drive out:
"How are the bars where you live?"
"Not bad" I answered, "since we live a ways out from the post, we don't get many military, just a lot of girls from the local community college." That, of course, brought hoots and hollers all around.
"How about the titty bars? Are there any titty bars? We need to see some naked women tonight!" was the next comment.
"Just one, but it's a good one." I told them. "I sort of figured we'd head there first tonight, and then see what kind of trouble we can find afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan" the guys all agreed. After a few more miles and event planning, one of the guys asked "What about your wife? She doesn't mind you going to the strip bar?"
"Mind? Ummm.. not hardly. You guys don't mind if she goes along do you? We'll get a whole lot more attention from the girls with her there because they all love her!"
"Oh really?" was the standard response. "Hell, sounds good to us." After which they all got a bit quiet, not knowing what to say.
We hit the house a few minutes later and they got their first look at Marie. Stunned silence prevailed for the first few seconds, then they put on their best manners, smiled, said hello, shook hands etc. If you haven't read the previous stories about Marie, she's 5'6, 118lbs, 36C-25-32. Nice boobs, tight little ass and basically, just plain gorgeous.
Next it was through the kitchen for beer all around and to the back porch to settle in and prime the pump. Keep in mind; this was a group of beer starved guys. They had got off the plane from the desert two days ago and were ready to catch up for lost time. Marie and I knocked out a quick pasta salad dinner with lots of bread and chips, hoping that all the pasta might help soak up some of the alcohol so the guys didn't pass out drunk too quickly.
While we were getting dinner together, I asked her what she thought about the guys.
"Tim's doable" was her first reply, not even looking up from the salad she was making.
I already knew her answer before she said it. Tim is a big guy, about 6'5, 225 lbs and in pretty good shape. Considering that for the last year there's not much to do but kill time by working out. Marie, being petite, loves that feeling of being dominated by a huge guy.
We finished making dinner and got everyone fed. Marie was having a blast as usual, chatting up the guys, flirting and just being herself. They all quickly loosened up and before long we piled in the car and headed out. Myself, Marie and Tim in the front, Marc, Tom and Justin in the back. On the way to the strip club, Marie got a call from one of her girlfriends who wanted to meet her for drinks, but didn't feel like a titty bar tonight. So - against our objections, she had us drop her off at a bar near the club to meet her girlfriend and told us to come find her when we left.
The Gentlemen's Club was up to par that night. They had some damn hot women working and, once I spread the word around that the guys sitting along the wall had just got back from the desert two days prior, we had a constant stream of girls stopping by to sit on laps and chat. A few table dances, some buck tucking and several beers later, Tim was ready to go. We had been there less than an hour, but he was jumpy and wanted to get to the clubs where he had a shot at finding a woman to keep him company tonight.
"Comon" he kept on, "Let's get out of here. I'm tired of looking at all this pussy, I need to go find some that I can touch and play with tonight, not just look at!"
The poor guy couldn't sit still. He already had a six month old case of blue balls, and all the naked women in the club weren't helping matters. I decided it was time to really get him wound up and see what his reaction would be.
I motioned for Tim to have a seat by me. We were talking about the girls, which ones were hot, which ones looked skanky, and who should just plain leave their clothes on. It wasn't two minutes before Tim hollered at all the other guys again, who were in various states of talking to girls on their laps or getting dances, that he was ready to go.
"Timmy man, calm down. We'll be out of here soon enough. Sit back, relax, get a dance, have some fun."
"I can't relax" he said, "I need to get laid tonight or I'm gonna go fuckin' nuts. We're finally back in the world, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit around and end up later beating off AGAIN when I've got shot at getting laid somewhere."