The interminable wait...

True to Zoe's words, Jenna and Karen head upstairs after the movie ends, and re-emerge about 25 minutes later. Both women are dressed to kill and made up to perfection.

Jenna is wearing a stunning dark grey cocktail dress and displaying her amazing athletic legs with a pair of silver heels. Karen is wearing a skintight red silk dress with leather side panels, reaching somewhere north of her knees and just south of decency.
"The Wainwright sisters are going out on the town." Jenna announces. "Jack, would you be so kind as to drive us to La Palacia? We'll get an Uber home. We won't be fit to drive, I can guarantee it." Jack obliges: he can't stop staring at his wife, or yours. You smile. La Palacia is a salsa club in the next town north. It's one of Jenna's favorite clubs to dance at. She enjoys the salsa music that she grew up with from her father and grandmother.
"Hey don't forget about me!" Zoe emerges from the basement... dressed in her version of the "nines."

A punk rock skirt and belt over fishnets, a simple dark sleeveless top and knee high go-go boots. Zoe called them her "fuck-me boots."
Jenna turns and regards her. "Hell yeah, girl!" And give her a hug. "Sisters!"
The three pile into Jack's SUV. You know that the club doesnt open till 8:30, but you imagine the girls will pregame a little at a bar, maybe eat a light dinner somewhere, first. Before climbing in, Zoe turns to give you a little thumbs up.
The rest of the evening seems to tick by as slow as ever. With no porn to pass the time, you turn to gaming, though just being at your computer is dangerous, so you give up on that. You decide that a shower and some manscaping is in order. If Zoe's plan works, you should be presentable.
Around 9:00, Riley and Allison pass out in the living room. The booze and excitement of the day have done them in, and they are zonked out in front of the flickering lights of some reality show you can't parse.

Jack hasn't returned, oddly. You receive a text from him.
Jack: hey man met up with some work buddies randomly you want to come out?
You: no thanks man
You: someone has to hold the fort
Jack: alright man if im not back before Karen, it means im sleeping it off somewhere Let her know?
You: will do boss

You really don't care if he's being 100% honest or not. You can't spare the focus to worry about it. All your concentration is focusing on not jerking off. What are you, 15? You curse at yourself. A grown man should be able to maintain a better equilibrium than this.
Around 10:45, Tara arrives back at the house. She's wearing her Off-Kilter uniform: a laughably short tartan skirt and a tight black t-shirt showing an immodest amount of cleavage, and short enough to bare her midriff. Black knee highs and sneakers complete the ridiculously tacky look; which is designed to titillate older men into tipping too much. You practically flee when she comes in: Your state combined with her flirtatious ways is a recipe for disaster. Her arrival awakens the girls, and they all head to the pool. You watch furtively as they splash, one by one, into the warm waters. Tara has no bathing suit, obviously, for she just strips to her bra and panties and dives in. This is ****, and when the girls all strip off their tops after a little while, you have to retreat.
Jared hasn't returned from the concert yet. That's a little worrisome. You hope he's not hooking up, but you know your son, and you have a feeling it might be the case. For the first time, you feel some pity for the little tart, Tara.
Around 11:40, after the girls have retreated to Riley's room to hang out/pass out, An uber pulls into the driveway.