After my softening cock slipped out of my sister-in-law Rachel's tight asshole, she rolled to her side and cuddled back into me. I had accomplished what I had intended: filling her pussy and ass with my cum, while fucking the bitchiness out of her, hopefully forever. But knowing I still had hours before the strong aphrodisiacs wore off for her, I saw an opportunity to push things even further. Seeing her pussy take my dick and the vibrator at the same time was hot, but my true fantasy was double vaginal with another guy who could help me really punish Rachel. And I had just the person in mind.
I grabbed the phone from my pants on the floor and texted my good friend Zack, who I had seen earlier that night in the bar.
"Z: You still out? Nightcap at my house? Have something special to share."
Zack and I had known each other since high school and remained friends through college and into our late twenties. He was a groomsman in my wedding to Claire and had dated some of the same girls I had along the way. Eskimo Brothers, he would call us sometimes, and once while drunk he had confided wanting to Eiffel Tower a girl with me. I didn't know what that meant, and he explained that one of us would be fucking her mouth, the other her pussy, while we high-fived. "You get it?" he asked with a laugh, "It would kind of look like the Eiffel Tower. Anywaaaaay, that'll never happen. We don't know any girls that slutty."
My phone buzzed with Zack's reply: "Just leaving a bar. There in 5."
Five minutes was perfect. Rachel had zoned out again and was feeling her body with her eyes closed, lost in the music. I covered her with the silk sheet, wiped my dick off with the washcloth, and threw on my clothes. On the way downstairs, I checked on Claire, who continued to sleep soundly thanks to the medication I had slipped in her drink. I paused for a while to admire her ass, still slightly poked in the air in her black bikini bottom. My cock started to grow, just knowing I had fucked both her and her sister's tight virgin assholes and would get the chance to do it again. Everything was going even better than I had planned. Now I was in the bonus.
A minute later, there was a knock at my front door, and I opened it with a large grin on my face. "Za..." I started, before seeing Zack had brought along his friend Rick, who I had also seen earlier that night while waiting for the opportunity to sneak home to take my revenge on my sister-in-law. The smile disappeared from my face. This was a complication I hadn't anticipated.
"Jaaaaakey!" Rick bellowed, as he tromped past me and into my living room. "What's with the music? You throwing a rave for us? Zack said you were offering the good stuff, and you know I can't pass up an opportunity like that!"
Zack shrugged a "sorry" as he walked past me. He knew I had always disliked Rick. Don't get me wrong; Rick was likeable enough, but he either lacked the ability to understand social cues or just didn't care. He was the somewhat overweight guy in high school that was just-barely tolerated by the popular kids because he was loud and always up for a good time, and of course his parents were out of town a couple times each month, so his house was free for large parties. He was just ambitious enough after college to get a job working for Rachel's husband Tim.
Rick was now in my kitchen, opening cabinet doors. "Where you hiding the juice, Jake? I need to get a little drunker before I can head home to try to fuck the old-ball-and-chain."
I sighed and shook my head while heading to my liquor bar. I had gotten a special bottle of Pappy 23 to open when my plan to ravage Rachel worked out, and work out it had indeed. I pulled out the bottle, and the large smile returned to my face, as memories from the night of destroying Rachel's pussy and ass flashed before my eyes.
"Damn, buddy!" Zack said, while Rick did his trademark happy dance. "What's the special occasion?"
I placed the delicious whiskey on the table and returned with three glasses and a serious expression on my face. "That's actually why I invited you over. I have something that I really only wanted to share with you," I said, as I handed Zack and Rick healthy pours of the nicest and most expensive bourbon any of us had ever had.
Rick quicky downed the entire glass and held it out, gesturing for more. Zack looked at him with shock and then punched him in the shoulder. "You moron! That's sipping whiskey, not a $1 well shot."
I shook my head but poured Rick another. "Listen, man. I hate to ask you to give Zack and me a bit of privacy..." I started.
"He's my Designated Drunk Driver, so I'm stuck here," Rick said with a look that said he had no interest in leaving.
"You can take an Uber," I shot back with a slight smile.
Rick held up his phone. "Dead battery."
Zack raised his glass. "Neither of us wants to have our Uber rating permanently ruined and pay the clean-up fee, ordering one for him." He wasn't at all joking. "How about Rick waits on your back patio," Zack continued, staring in disbelief as Rick emptied his glass again before we had our first sip, "with a much less nice bottle of whiskey."
"But still a nice one," Rick added.
"I think this will take about thirty minutes," I said. "Think you can amuse yourself for that long, Rick?"
"Can you charge my phone? And got anything to snack on? Like a sandwich?" Rick said. He was always pushing things too far, and I'd never figured out if he knew it.
