I have taken the liberty of removing the original story of this title from the Literotica files despite a very gratifying nomination of 17 favourites because of three very poor comments, which I have also erased. The nicest of the three said it was boring, the other two were just plain damned insulting. None of the three gave any indication of the problems but I was so disappointed that I thought I would try to rewrite the first page of the story, which was about as far as the three went. Admittedly there was little sexual content in that first page, so I will try a sharper introduction. The culmination of the story is mainly unchanged. WW
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'Good morning Darling, what would you like for breakfast?'
That's the way I like to be greeted in the morning, by my lovely wife Karen, but unfortunately it rarely happens. It may have had something to do with the fact that we had spent a satisfying half hour in bed, with our lips, my facial and her labial, working overtime together.
'You know you are playing golf so rush off and shower while I do the eggs. Coffee's ready.'
As I arrived back in the kitchen she said, 'I'm going shopping today with the girls, is there anything you want for your birthday next month? Twenty-nine isn't it? Getting old.'
'Nothing special I need, something cheap I guess.' I thought about the good time we had enjoyed already that morning. 'You, on a plate. Perfection.'
'Oh nice, so you are saying I'm cheap are you. Well you know what you can do with your birthday .....'
'No of course not my precious darling. I only meant don't buy me anything special. I am more than happy with you, on or off a plate. Covered in sushi, or merely naked.'
'Yeah right. Smarming me won't let you off that easily. I guess I will have to just have a look and buy something that I fancy, for you of course.'
'Not such a bad idea,' I said. 'A new set of skimpy underwear for you that I can unwrap slowly will be a lovely present. In fact, you know how much I enjoy you showing off so we can invite the neighbours in to watch.'
'Huh, don't even think about it. I may flirt a little but that is definitely not on the cards. You will be asking for an orgy next.'
'Now you are talking. A perfect present for the man who has everything especially a beautiful wife. Whoops here are the boys, I will eat that last piece of toast as I go.'
I gave her a big kiss, and as I was leaving the house shouted back over my shoulder, 'So that's agreed, underwear or an orgy. Perfect.'
Of course, the three guys, Jim Laurie and Paul teased me, 'What was that all about, underwear, orgy? Are you and Karen holding out on us?'
'I wish. No, it is my birthday in a few weeks and because she was off shopping with your wives she wanted to know what to buy me. I f I asked for something I really needed like golf gloves or a new putter she would only get the wrong sort. So it is easier to ask for something she will never get me.'
The subject appeared to have been dropped until Jim said. 'So, what's the chance of an orgy? I will settle for a regular party. Suzy and I haven't been to either for months. In fact an orgy, well not since I have been married that's for sure.'
Laurie and I were quick to agree that, it had been a long time since we had managed to play around anywhere but at home, and we waited for Paul to concur. When he didn't, we all looked round at him, nearly missing the nod from the starter that we could go. We played the first hole, and, while we were waiting on the next tee, Laurie said. 'So, Paul, have you been getting some on the side you haven't been telling us about.
He laughed, 'Well nothing really new. You guys knew about my little fling with the new secretary, the one who strangely enough didn't last after she had screwed all the partners.'
We joined in the laughter, and agreed that he had mentioned it, but he was still doing better than the rest of us.
'Mmm,' he said. 'What I possibly didn't mention was that after she left us, about a year ago, I was driving by the Ramada on the bypass one evening when I saw her driving in. We had left on good terms and I had not been involved over her departure so thought that I might possibly get a nice welcome from her. Sure enough, by the time that I parked up there she was waiting in the bar for someone, and yes I did get a nice welcome. After telling me what she thought about the Chairman and two of the partners, she got very cosy and admitted she was just waiting for a girl-friend who had driven down from Birmingham and was staying here at the Ramada. Anyway, seconds later this girl joined us of course and, within the hour I was up in the room with the pair of them. Well, I don't need to tell you what happened, I had oh... Your turn to tee off Dave.'
You can imagine most of the front nine was spent, whenever we had a moment, in listening to Paul give us a 'blow by blow' account of his evening.
Laurie ended up with a really bad score and bought the drinks at the 19th. He decided that he had played so badly because he just wasn't getting any extramarital sex, and that was all we had talked about. 'Dave, what are you going to do about it. Are you going to have this birthday orgy, I mean party? As lovely as my Candy is, I need a bit more excitement in my life.'
'Easy,' said Jim. 'Just tell Candy you want a bit on the side at an orgy and I can guarantee you, you will get all the excitement you could want.'
We were still laughing about that when the boys dropped me off home. No sign of Karen, so I started preparing dinner. She arrived home about six, showing signs of having had a drink or two.
It transpired the girls had decided to hit the local wine bar on the way home.
'So, my sweetness, are you wearing the new underwear you bought for my birthday. Show me your panties and let me feel the quality,' I leered.
She flashed her knickers, old and worn, but still covering her most enticing arse.
'No, but we all agreed that I am not going to buy you anything. But, we are going to have a party to celebrate though. We all agreed that none of us had been to a decent party for a long time.'
'Funnily enough, we had the same conversation.' I managed to keep Paul out of my thoughts if only briefly.
I wondered what plans they had made but all she would say was that no, of course it wasn't going to be an orgy but that they would plan some party games.
When I said I hoped she didn't mean musical chairs or pass the parcel, she did say that no, they would be a little more adult than that.
'Dustmen's knock?' I suggested. 'Like Postman's Knock but dirtier.'
'You will have to wait and see.'
That was more than enough to get me the mood to resume what I had started doing before breakfast. She was very wet. I got the impression that was partly down to the party planning. Maybe this would be a good evening after all.
I did not hear, or even think any more about the party for a week or so, until, one evening, after Harley had gone to bed, we were sitting down with a glass of wine.
'I was talking to Jana and Rose today.'
I must have looked a bit blank.
'You remember, my friends from Uni. Our wedding was the last time you saw them.'
'Oh yes, yes of course, how are they?'
'As if you care how they are. You are stalling for time while you try to remember them.'
She knows me so well.
'So rude. Of course I remember, tall blonde girl Jana, Swedish parents and Rose, named perfectly correctly, the archetypal English Rose with freckles and hair that should be in pigtails.'
'You do remember, and that's right, she still looks like a schoolgirl, has to carry ID to get a drink.'
I paused not sure whether I should add, 'They were your room-mates, and your errr, special friends weren't they?'
But I did.
I love to see Karen look embarrassed.
'Yes, you know they were but you don't have to keep calling them that. Its quite usual for girls to be a little Bi, as you well know. You can't embarrass me that easily. Look I have got you now. Although God knows I don't know why. Girls are so much more fun,' she spat.
Karen had told me many stories, keeping me extremely horny with her tales of her and her two room-mates. Boys were definitely on the menu for a main course, but for a quick snack they didn't need to leave the room. Karen and her friends had run with a wild pack at Uni, and even in the first couple of years of our marriage the two of us had experimented with swinging, before moving to a new city with my job.
'You know I am only kidding you, but perhaps you could tell me some more of those stories when we go up to bed. In fact, how about an early night?'
'Listen, before you get carried away with your erotic thoughts, the girls were talking about coming down to see me. You remember we normally meet up once a year or so and it is their turn to come to me.'
'It was about eighteen months ago you met up with them. In Newcastle wasn't it? I was playing golf in Scotland.' I laughed. 'I remember, you sure were horny for a good ten days when you came back. Forget the stories about your Uni days, tell me what happened in Newcastle.'