Fact, Fantasy or Fiction?
by Paul
FRIDAY: I took Friday off - my last chance to take a day off before our busy season at work. Trish only works a half day on Friday's so she was home by about 2:00pm. We didn't really have any specific plans for the weekend other than going to O'Rilley's on Saturday night where Jack and Dianne were hosting a "lifestyle" get together.
When Trish got home we discussed what we might like to do that evening. Jack and Dianne had mentioned that they were going to the regular Friday evening Chinese Gardens get-together. We hadn't been to one of those for months and months and I suggested that it might be fun to go for a bit and see who was there. We'd probably know a few people, and Jack and Dianne would be there so we'd definitely know someone. Trish agreed that that would be a fun idea. We also decided that we'd go over to Sneakers for dinner - grab a hamburger and play a couple of games of pool.
It was too early for dinner so Trish fixed us each a vodka/cran/7-up. We sat around, enjoying our drink, chatting with a few people online, checking e-mail, etc., until dinnertime. At Sneakers we played three games of pool (I won, 2-1), split a hamburger. I stuck with vodka, Trish switched to tequilla and had a margarita.
We came home, and Trish changed into a dress for the Chinese Gardens. It was a recent purchase, on sale from Target, and she was proud of her bargain. The dress is a red number, off the shoulder and reaches just above the knee. It's fitted on top and she wears it without a bra. To complete the outfit she wore fishnet thigh-highs and her sexy 4" heels. Before we left she lifted the bottom of the dress and revealed that she was not wearing panties.
A couple of weeks ago Jack had mentioned online that a friend of his had given him some hash and that it was good stuff. Trish had said to him, "I haven't smoked hash in years, save some for us!" Jack agreed. So, before we left for the Chinese Gardens, I called Jack and said if his offer was still good, we'd stop by and pick up a small sample. He said it was and told us, "Come on over." So, we stopped by their place for a few minutes before going to the Chinese Gardens and he gave us a finger nail sized piece wrapped in aluminum foil. Trish put it in her purse, we chatted for awhile, and then said, "Well, see you at the restaurant."
We got to the Chinese Gardens about 9:30. There were several people there we knew and a lot of new people too. Ron and Janice were there. Bill and Megan were there. Sam was there but Dana was not feeling well and had stayed home. I ordered a vodka tonic, Trish ordered a margarita. We chatted with our friends and introduced ourselves to some of the people we hadn't seen before. Sam sat down with us and we had a long talk, catching up on what he and Dana had been doing. Jack and Dianne arrived around 10 and sat with us also.
Trish complained that her margarita was weak, so ordered a shot of tiquila and poured it into her drink to make it stronger. Everybody ordered a second round, Trish a double margarita, but I knew I'd have to drive so I switched to 7-Up.
About 11:15 Jack, Dianne, Trish and I decided to go over to O'Rilley's, have another drink, and perhaps dance to the live band that was playing. As we got up to leave, Bill came over and asked for a hug from Trish and Dianne. Bill's eyes lit up when he carressed Trish's butt and speculated as to whether or not she was wearing any underwear. Trish smiled, and said, "you'll just have to check." Bill reached under her dress and his eyes got even wider, and his smile even bigger as his hypothisis of no panties proved correct. Eventually he pulled his hand from under her dress and licked his fingers and gave Trish a big kiss. We all laughed, said our good-byes and headed for O'Rilley's.
We got there a little before midnight. The band was playing but all the tables up front were taken so we sat in a booth near the back of the bar. I ordered another 7-Up, Trish had another margarita. We chatted with Jack and Dianne. As this is their regular hang-out they knew lots of people there and were talking with many of their friends and acquaintances. I put my hand under Trish's dress and was fingering her pussy and making out in our darkened booth in the back of the place.
At one point I asked Dianne to dance. When we came back to the booth, Jack was sitting with his arm around Trish and they were both giggling. It seems Jack had put his hand under Trish's dress and was playing with her pussy. Trish began fondling Jack's crotch, but complained that it was not fair. Women could wear accessable clothing, but it was too difficult to get into a man's pants.
Jack said, "Well, here," and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. So he was playing with her pussy under the bable and she was playing with his cock.
Then Jack said, "Why don't you put your head down in my lap?" Trish called his bluff and went down on him right there. This went on for a couple of minutes, but Jack got embarassed and nervous and said, "Enough."
When Dianne and I came back to the table they were still giggling about the affair.
Somewhat later, Dianne said, "boy, it's hot in here."
I said, "It's okay with me if you want to take your top off."
Dianne proceeded to pull up her sweater, and pull down her bra, exposing herself for 5 seconds or so. Trish, not to be outdone, grabbed the top of her dress, pulled it down and flashed us all. Since we were in a dark corner, probably none of the other bar patrons got a chance to enjoy the show, but I don't know that for certain.
As I mentioned, Jack and Dianne were planning on hosting a "lifestyle" get-together at O'Rilley's the following night. We knew that Don would be coming, but that his partner Sherri had another committment and would not be there Saturday night.
Dianne said to Trish, "we should 'get' Don tomorrow night. Plan something special for him."
Trish giggled and said, "Sure, we can come up with something for him."
We all agreed that we would go to O'Rilley's Saturday night, leave about 11 and come back to our place, bring Don, and the girls would show him a good time. Perhaps we would smoke some hash.
At one o'clock the band quit playing and we said our good-byes and headed for home. Trish climed out of the booth. Dianne and I were still sliding out of the seat and Trish lifted her skirt, and flashed her pussy at us. Again, we were in a darkened corner, so I *think* we were the only ones to notice, but I can't be sure. More obvious was the long lingering tongue kiss that Trish and Dianne gave each other as we were leaving.
Anyway, that was our Friday night. I went to bed that night thinking, tomorrow night can't possibly be more fun. I was wrong.
SATURDAY: Saturday we slept late. We had chores to do: Laundry, grocery, etc. Those took most of the morning and early afternoon. We were bushed from being up late the night before so we decided to take a nap. We both slept for awhile then screwed for awhile before getting up refreshed. For dinner we bbq'd salmon, and had tossed salad and green beans almondine with a glass or two of wine.
After a quick shower we got dressed. Trish wore a red, high-necked, chinese motif top and a black skirt. There would be no breast flashing at O'Rilley's tonight. However, thigh-highs and no panties were again the rule.
We got to O'Rilley's about 8:30. Jack and Dianne were there as well as Ned and Kathy. They had just returned from nearly two weeks in Hawaii and were very tan. We were envious. However, they were tired, still on Hawaii time, and only stayed about an hour.
Don showed up about 9:30 or so. He had dropped Sherri off downtown at the start of a "bar-bus" tour. It was a "girls-night-out" thing where all the women were dressed in girl scout (sexy girl scout!) uniforms and would be going from bar to bar in a rented school bus. Don was a bachelor until 1am when he had to pick Sherri up and drive her home. (Presumably she would be in no shape to drive after her bus-powered bar-hopping.)
Don had been forwarned, via instant message, that Trish and Dianne had plans for him. He looked just a touch nervous whenever he was teased about what would be forthcoming. Later, Andy and Rebecca and Nick and Jan came into the bar. About 9:45 I got a call from Nancy saying that she and Ron would be dropping by in a few minutes. Thus there was a small, but fun group talking, flirting, and dancing.
Ron and Nancy are in a relative new relationship. They are curious about swinging but have never participated and Nancy is a bit hesitant. She is not an innocent, and not unsophisticated sexually, (she's admitted to bisexual experiences) but is hesitant to plunge into "the lifestyle." Trish and I explained to them that we would be leaving around 11 to come back to our apartment with Jack, Dianne and Don. They were welcome to come along, and there would be no pressure on them to participate in any way. We would also understand if they just went home by themselves. Mainly we just didn't want them to think that we were all sneaking out on them for some reason. They said they'd think about it.
Shortly before we left Don asked me, "So what do they have planned for me?"
I said, "I don't have a clue."
He said, "Liar."
But in truth, I didn't know what they had planned, at least no specifics.
We left O'Rilley's about 11:20 and drove to our apartment. Don followed. Jack and Dianne pulled in right behind us. We went up to our place and got out the liquor. Some were drinking wine, some beer, and some were drinking tiquilla shots.
Trish grabbed Dianne and took her back to the bedroom saying, "we need to make a plan."
I laughed and leaned over to Don. "The only 'plan' they had was to 'get' you tonight. I think they're going to make it up as they go along," I said.
A few minutes later the two came down the hallway from the bedroom. Trish was wearing a bra, thigh-highs and high heels. Dianne was wearing panties and a loose top. Trish had a blindfold in her hand.
"Sit on the couch," she ordered Don.
Don sat. Trish put the blindfold on him and she and Dianne removed his shirt. I got out my camera and began taking pictures. At this point the details become a little blurred as to who was doing what to whom on the couch. I know Jack and I stripped naked and were stroking ourselves as this porno flick played our right in my own living room. I do know that at one point Don was sitting on the couch, Dianne was kneeled between his legs sucking him while Trish was standing on the couch, straddling him and rubbing her pussy up and down on his tongue.
Right in the middle of the action my cell phone rang. It was Nancy. They were at our apartment complex but couldn't remember which unit we were in. I gave them directions and said, "The door is unlocked, come on in, but don't be alarmed, everybody's naked."
A couple minutes later they walked in, sat down, and began enjoying the show that Trish, Dianne, and Don were putting on.
Again, details are hazy, the sequence of events is muddled in my mind. But for a good 45 minutes there was a hot FMF threesome going on in the living room. Don fucked each of them, they took turns licking his cock, licking each other's breasts, fondling Dons big balls, and generally having a good time. I took about 75 pictures. Don eventually pooped out. He had to go pick up Sherri anyway so the timing was good. He got dressed, profusely thanked everybody and took off.
Jack suggested that we should partake of some illegal substances. Trish got out our stash and Jack showed us how to smoke hash using a straight-pin and a cocktail glass. He claimed that a pipe wastes too much. Ron is subject to random drug testing so he said he'd stick to Tiquila, but the rest of us each had two or three hits. Trish also fixed the marajuana pipe and Nancy and I had several hits from that.
Ron sat on the couch and took off his pants and Nancy began giving him a blow job. Dianne and I were making out on the couch and Jack was sitting on a rocking chair with Trish sucking his cock. Muddled memories include Dianne sucking me, me fucking her, watching Jack fuck Trish, me with one set of fingers in Trish, one set in Dianne, finger fucking them, and Nancy lovingly sucking on Ron's cock.
By about quarter to two, everybody was fucked out and Jack and Dianne said they'd head for home. Ron and Nancy were pretty wiped out and not wanting to drive so we offered to let them sleep in our spare bedroom.
And with that Trish and I collappsed into our bed, exhausted after our second evening of delightful debauchery.