"Was that a police car?" I thought. I caught myself in a daze while driving on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
Everyone in the car was asleep. My mind was on the destination, my friend Paul's house. I (Jeff) had known Paul since High school. We had met through a mutual friend Tom, whom I had worked with at a Jersey Shore restaurant as a teenager.
Back in my high school and college years, I had spent the summers at my parent's shore house. When I got my first job at 17 years old, I soon became friends with my coworkers who were in the same position as myself. Tom and I quickly became best friends and spent every night together drinking and trying to pick up girls. Typical teenage shenanigans. Another co-worker, Richard, also became part of our crew.
Paul was Tom's friend from high school who visited almost every weekend, so the crew became close to him as well. Myself, Tom, Paul, and Richard spent summer after summer together and all remained friends until present day.
Now in our 40s and living all over the country, we would find time to hang out with each other whenever we could. We all were married and had families. But now, getting everyone together was always a challenge. Every once in a while, the stars would align and we would all get together. But for the most part it was only 2 or 3 of the couples max.
As Paul only lived one state away, we tried to connect at least a couple times a year. This was going to be one of those times. Paul's wife Virginia was an attractive brunette who was tall but thin with a great ass. In fact, all the wives were attractive. I have often dreamed of swinging with my friend's wives but that would never happen as my wife Kristin was very monogamist. Plus, it would be awkward to mention anything like that among friends you did not want to lose. Although sometimes things got a little flirty, we always kept it vanilla around the other wives.
As I drove, I decided that I needed to pay more attention to the road. Luckily, the police car did not pull out after me.
When my family arrived at Paul's new home we were impressed with the beauty. Central Pennsylvania is a very pretty place. The homes are much bigger and have more land then what we were used to in NJ.
"Wow! Awesome!" My 2 tween children shouted as they got out of the car.
We were soon greeted by Paul, who came walking up to our car.
"Need any help?" Paul asked.
I handed him a box full of booze and said, "Just help drinking it!"
Paul laughed, "We can surely help you with that."
Everyone walked inside to be greeted by Virginia (Paul's wife) and their 2 children. All four children ran off to one of their rooms. They were excited to see each other since it's been several months.
"Margaritas anyone?" asked Virginia.
"You read my mind," Kristin quickly stated.
After everyone got settled, Paul took me around the house to show me all the work he had done on his new home. I am quite handy and gave Paul some advice on some projects he wished to get done. When we returned to the kitchen, Kristin was helping Virginia prep for the night's meal.
The wives in the friend group had become good friends as well. They were the ones tasked in choosing vacation destinations and accommodations. They all shared common experiences with raising children and could vent to each other. They got accustomed to the getaways all the families had together.
When dinner was finished, the drinks started flowing more quickly. The kids were off doing their own thing. This left time for the adults to catch up. Everyone was laughing and reminiscing about past trips we had spent together. One trip that was brought up was a reunion at the beach. My parents still had their shore house. Tom and Kate owned a house several blocks away but in walking distance. Since they lived in the Pacific Northwest now, they purchased a small bungalow that they would use once a year. It was a place where they could visit their family back east and rent it the rest of the summer.
We continued to discuss this particular trip from several years ago. Tom and Kate had invited Richard and Maggie to stay with them in their bungalow. Paul and Virginia had rented a small place down the block from my parent's house. This was a fantastic trip. All our children had a blast playing on the beach together. Every night that week was like a party. The problem was we all had young children who had early bedtimes. With no babysitters, someone would always be left out for the late-night parties. This was usually the moms.
Because the guys felt bad about this, we let the girls have a "girls' night out." All the girls met up at a local dive bar while Paul and I watched kids and drank beers at our rental. Tom and Richard did the same thing over at Tom's.
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So there we were at Paul's Pennsylvania house reminiscing about that night 3 years ago when I mentioned how drunk the girls were when they returned from their "Girls' night out. "
I remembered Virginia and Kristin holding each other up upon their return.
I said, "You girls must have had a lot of fun that night."
Virginia laughed, "Some of us had more fun than others!"
I looked at my wife and her face was beet red. I wondered what that was about and decided to tuck it away for later.
Now soon after the event, I recall asking Kristin what happened that night and from what I remember the story went like this.
Kristin said, "We were at the bar for about an hour when we started doing shots. A group of guys came over and started hitting on us. We teased them for a little while but then we said we were married and left. Then we hung out at Tom's for a little before coming home."
So back at Paul's, the stories continued about some other times we hung out when we realized it was after 10 and we hadn't put our kids to bed yet. Virginia and I volunteered to put them down while Kristin and Paul continued to drink in the kitchen.
It took longer than expected to put the kids down. It was probably 40 minutes or so. We finally came back down to join our spouses. However, since they continued to drink the whole time, they were both pretty sloshed. Kristin was the first to call it a night and slipped into the guest room. Paul was also tired and was falling asleep at the table. Virginia started yelling at him and he finally got up and stumbled into their bedroom.
Virginia just looked at me and we both started laughing.
"What a bunch of light weights," she cried.
I asked, "Are you tired?"
"Not at all!" she said.
So we continued to drink for another hour and talked about silly stuff. As we got drunker, we each got a little more daring with the conversation. It was definitely getting a little flirty.
I finally asked, "Want to hit up your hot tub?"
Virginia smiled and said, "What? Do I look like Kristin?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" I shot back.
She blushed a little then said, "You know, you usually go in a hot tub drunk and at night with your spouse!"
"Oh that," I said.
But I knew she was covering something up.
"You made a comment before about Kristin having more fun than others on that girls' night out. What did you mean by that?"
Virginia, just looked down and whispered, "Oh shit."
You could tell she was feeling the alcohol and revealed a little too much.
"Well?" I demanded.
"I can't" she said, "It's not my place."
I was really getting nervous now. "You know we have an open relationship, right?"
"What?" she said with a shocked look on her face.
"Well, it's not like we have boyfriends or girlfriends on the side. However, sometimes we allow each other to play with other people under certain circumstances," I shot back. It was a total lie. We didn't have anything close to an open relationship but I needed to hear more about the night.
"Wow" Virginia slurred, "Now I get it."
"Now you get what?" I shot back.
"Well, I guess... I could show you. It's so fucking hot," Virginia said with a huge grin.
Then she took my hand and started leading me to their office room. My heart was pounding. Was she going to show me something with her mouth? I hoped.
She commanded, "Sit there," and pointed to the couch.
I did as I was told. She then grabbed her laptop and sat down next to me.
"Shit," I thought, she is going to show me a picture or something.
Virginia continued, "Please don't be mad at me for showing you this. You can't tell anyone about this, promise?"
"Just show me," I demanded.
She looked at me and said, "So at the girls' night out, we were all getting wasted. There was this group of guys at the bar. One of the guys was like model hot and he was hitting on Kristin pretty hard. She was flirting back pretty heavy as well. I guess your open relationship explains this. Anyway, after a while us other girls had our fun and wanted to leave. So we all left, but you could tell Kristin was pretty drunk and that hot guy got her pretty worked up. But we all left together."
"Ok," I said, sighing a sigh of relief in my mind.
Virginia continued, "So when we got back to the bungalow, Tom and Richard were pretty drunk as well. We decided to smoke a joint at the backyard picnic table."
Great, I thought. Weed makes Kristin extra horny
Virginia continued, "Then Tom said,
"Why don't we all go skinny dipping in the neighbors' pool?"
Tom's neighbor had a brand new house with an in-ground pool in the backyard. Because it was at the beach it wasn't that deep. It went from 2.5 feet to 4 feet in the deep end. They said, because of the water tables they can't go past a certain depth."
"Ok", I said with a confused look on my face. "Please get back to what you want to show me."
