The owner of our neighborhood bar is a friend - not a good friend, because he is the kind that you hesitate to trust very far. But he is a great guy to be around. He knows everybody and everything, just ask him. He has plenty of wild tales about his youth and seems to have done about everything. Harry is definitely a guy's guy.
My wife Sally and I frequently stop for drink after work and we often meet friends there before we go to dinner or whatever. Sally is very outgoing and friendly to everybody. She always kids Harry and sometimes flirts with him. Once when she was mad at me she sat with Harry and one of his friends at a table while I sat with two of her friends and sulked. I was certain that I saw Harry and his friend both slip their hands beneath her dress on more than one occasion, but I was too stubborn to go to her rescue. I thought it would serve her right if they took her into Harry's office and had their way with her.
When we finally got ready to go Sally was ready to make up. When we got in the car, we kissed and I put my hand up her dress. Boy was I surprised when I found that she had no panties on. I was sure that I had seen her in panties before we left for the evening, but when I asked her about it she assured me that she had not worn panties. Sally always could talk her way out of a fix and I believed her. She could not deny that she was wetter than hell and ready to go. I took her right there in the parking lot.
Many months later when we were in an amorous mood Sally told me that Harry and his friend had propositioned her to fuck them both that night. She told me that she was so mad at me that night and so flattered by all of their attention that she just about took them up on it. She admitted that they had talked her out of her panties that night. They both had finger banged her under the table and threatened to remove her panties right in front of everybody, including me. She finally agreed that she would provide them with her panties if she could remove them herself. They told her they would add them to the collection kept in Harry's office. They offered to let her see their collection, but she knew that if she let them get her in the office they would have had more than her panties to add to their "collection."
Strangely, I was not mad about Sally's revelation. I was turned on. The fantasy of Sally fucking another man (or men) became a recurrent one. Sally has a great body. She was a cheerleader in high school and has athletic thighs and an ass to kill for. She has gained a little weight since we married, but it went to all the right places. She has nice round tits. She tans in the nude so every inch of her is brown. She keeps her bush well trimmed and her pussy is always clean shaven. I often wondered whether Harry and his friend were surprised when they discovered she was shaved. Every time I saw Harry after Sally's revelation, I thought I could detect a leer when he looked at Sally.
One night while me and some of my buddies were having a beer after work, Harry approached our table and invited us to a motorcycle rally he was hosting at the bar the following weekend. Harry's place has a large outdoor picnic area and he was planning on letting the local motorcycle group use the facility to stage a summer benefit ride. The members are mostly professionals who like to dress up on the weekends. I knew a lot of them and thought it would be fun since I knew that most of them got pretty drunk at these benefit rides. I mentioned it to Sally and she was non-committal. However, when Saturday rolled around we were both ready to party.