Preparing for the night

Phoebe and Joey eventually woke up, looking like hell. Phoebe was so hungover, she didn’t even flirt with me. I still gave her a peck on the cheek and a smack on the ass, saying “Thanks for getting last night started.”

Our sex life really did reignite after that night. Almost every night after the kids were in bed, we’d fool around. The best part was that it didn’t always end in sex. Sometimes it would just be a casual makeout while we watched a show. She didn’t swat me away when I ducked under the blankets, and crawled between her legs. She just spread her thick thighs and enjoyed. One time I woke up in the middle of the night with her lips wrapped around my hard cock. She felt that I was hard and just needed to have me in her mouth. There were fast hard, quickies in the basement while the kids watched a show. She would pull down her pants and ride me hard, biting on my shoulder to muffle her moans.

Our sex life was fucking great again.

Now we’re driving across two states to my best friend’s house. It’s the weekend of the Gala for a hospital I’ve never been to. My parents are watching the kids.

Monica’s hand rubs my lap as I drive. She asks, “Are you excited to see Rachel again?”

“Yes,” I answer. With so much sex with Monica lately, I haven’t had a chance to fantasize about her, but the sketch of her naked body is always in my mind when I fall asleep.

“Do they know it’s going to be a swap?”

“Eh,” I say, unsure. “Rachel heavily implied that she wanted to have been again when she invited me. I don’t know if Ross knows. He hasn’t mentioned that night in our group texts. Even when Joey and I talk about it; he ignores it like it never happened.”

“Uh oh. Looks like I might have to do some convincing,” Monica says. “I’m sure that expensive bottle of bourbon we’re bringing will help.”

“You could do it sober,” I say. “I saw the way he drooled at your perfect nipples. He’d motorboat you for hours.”

Monica sighs. I glance over to confirm that she’s touching herself. “I’m ready for a mouth on my tits.”

It was so nice to have my wife back. The pregnancy had fucked with her hormones so much. It was like she was a didn’t person for a year. Now she’s back to her fun ways. The woman who wouldn’t mind getting naughty in a hot tub with strangers. The woman who would invite her best friend into a threesome. The woman who would let me fuck her tits, then her throat on the first date.

Ross has a nice house. He greets us at the door, and tells us Rachel was getting ready even though it is a couple hours before we had to leave. Monica gives him a kiss on the cheek with her hug. Pulling the bottle from behind her back, she says, “We have a gift for you.”

When he sees the bottle, he’s so excited he kisses my wife on the mouth. Then to my surprise kisses me on the mouth. “Holy fuck. Where did you find this? These are impossible to get.”

“I can be very convincing when I want something,” Monica says like that’s an explanation.

Ross wastes no time opening the bottle. He sets out three glasses. Monica declines, “It’s too early for me. I’m preparing for a late night. If I drink now, I’ll want to be in bed before the gala even starts.”

She leaves to go find Rachel, and to get ready with her. Lots of preparation to look nice for the night. Also time to confer with Rachel to make sure her husband will be down for the swap.

I talk to Ross to feel him out. “Thanks for inviting us. It’s not often we get to hang out a month apart. Usually it’s only once a year.”

“Yeah it sucks you’re so far away. You should move here.”

I don’t know if I could be that close to his wife.

He takes a sip, “Wow that’s good. I’m glad you guys could come. It’ll be fun.”

“Does this gala get wild?”

“Wild? Haha no. Just a bunch a people hanging out. Maybe dancing bit.”

“Ahh,” I say acting disappointed. “I was looking forward to turning up without the kids.”

He pours some more whiskey in my glass, “We can definitely turn up, but this gala isn’t a rave.”

The wild times might have to wait until we get back home. That’s fine. The anticipation is half the fun.

I don't flat out ask if he’s down to swap. That’s for later. After drinks and flirting. And it has to be my wife asking the question. She can be very convincing.

“Did I tell you that Joey wanted to come tonight?”

“No. What did you tell him?”

“Hell no!” Ross laughed. “I saw way too much of his fat ass last month. I need a detox from him.”

Thank god. Joey and Phoebe would throw everything off. She would probably want a turn with me, and while that could be fun after one taste of Rachel I’m addicted. I’m craving her.

I don’t get to see her until we’re already ready and the uber is in the drive way. She walks down the stairs in tall heels. Black dress with a slit up the leg that teases me with the unspeakable. Her long smooth legs slips through the slit with every tantalizing step. The dress hugs the big curve of her chest tightly, but doesn’t show any cleavage. Triangle cuts in the sides of her dress exposed the bare skin of her toned torso. Her light hair is pulled back in a bun, showing off her long neck and dangling earrings. Her black eyeliner emphasizes her brilliant blue eyes that watch me as she walks down. She smiles widely at my reaction.

Monica follows her in a much more risqué dress that shows off her assets: big cleavage, big ass, thick thighs, long legs. Ross definitely takes notice of my wife’s dress that doesn’t try to hide her sex appeal. It does its job perfectly. I heard him mutters, “Look at those tits.”

I address my wife first, “You look gorgeous babe.”

She hugs me, and squeezes my ass, “You look hot as well.” Then she whispers in my ear, “And Rachel is so down. She couldn’t stop talking about a certain part of your body.”

I’m can’t hide my grin. I give Rachel a friendly hug, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“So do you,” she says. “Are you ready to have fun tonight?”

Oh hell yeah.