I didn't edit this yet, just freehand writing:
Friday night.
I put the kid down and had a sit down with my wife. We talked for hours in a very long and very honest conversation; so long, that a transcript of the conversation would not make sense without the totality and context. In short, we agreed that neither one of us should have “a separate relationship”; either we invite a guest or nothing at all. That’s the way it’s always been although I’ve tagged a few on the side without letting on and I’m guessing she’s done the same. More importantly, I need to go back to treating side-#####es like well,
side-#####es. We went to bed and had the most emotion-filled lights-on sex we’ve had in a long time.
Saturday
I asked if my wife and daughter wanted to go out for dinner but my wife reminded me that my daughter is having a “pizza and movie birthday sleepover” at her friend’s house. She been looking forward to it all week and my wife even bought her a new Disney Princes pajamas and sleeping bag; there was no way my daughter was missing this.
We drop my daughter off and I asked my wife what she wants to do. She says: “How about we have our own “pizza and movie birthday sleepover”.
I say, “Babe, we can do whatever you like”. After a round of texts, she has Girl 1 and Girl 3 coming over to hang out.
(aside – Girl 1 and Girl 3 didn’t have names because I frankly didn’t see them as important to the original issue but since they keep coming up I’m going to put some more explanation into them.
Girl 3 sells Accounting Software; I either see her dressed in business attire or wearing sweatpants and Uggs. She’s very outgoing and comfortable in her own skin. She doesn’t strike me as the hardcore lesbo that Amber is. She’s in her late 20s, tall and white with dirty blonde hair.
Girl 1 is quiet. I really don’t know much about her because she gets run over in conversations by my wife and Girl 3. She’s short, white and also has dirty blonde hair. She has a nose ring, lip ring, ear gauges and she’s usually wearing kind of a hip-hop look. Based on her dress and piercings, you’d think she’s in her early 20s but my wife said she’s almost 30.)
She insists that I invite from friends too. Wife: “What about Lance, his girlfriend and Angie?” Me: “Um, how about no Angie”. Wife: (In a playful tone) “Babe, you have to address issues head-on. You can’t avoid conflict
(I made that exact statement to her a thousand times but usually associated with business/work issues. She gets a kick out of throwing it back at me whenever possible).
I call Lance and invite him and his girlfriend and say, “oh bring Angie if you want”. By the time everyone shows up, it’s about 10pm. Lance shows up with Angie (girlfriend is sick). By midnight, the girls (including my wife) and Lance were all rolling on mollys; drugs have never been my thing so I stick to alcohol.
My wife drags me downstairs to my basement (it’s finished, large couch, TV etc.) and turns on porn and turns up the raido. We’re downstairs making out and Girl 3 shows up shortly after and joins in. Angie is now hovering around the entrance to my basement; my wife and Girl 3 are high as kites right now rubbing on each other so I pull Angie near us and push her head down for
while leaning over rubbing my wife and Girl 3. Girl 1 shows up and jumped in like it was her queue when she saw Girl 3’s ##### in the air. Angie is really not very good at
and it doesn’t really go far past the tip.
I pause and lean back with my eyes closed to concentrate while Angie is trying her best when I hear. AAEEKKKK (and chocking noise, I feel Angie’s teeth and my wife saying "“suck it"”. She pushed her head down on me – the girls laughed; Angie stopped for a bit, wiped a tear and then started laughing. My wife then grabs Angie and basically forces her down on her (I don’t think Angie is in to women but she did live with Amber for a year, how is a full-blown lesbo so I’m sure she’s nibbled once or twice).
While this is going on, I decide to take a shot at Girl 1. I touch her ### and reposition her to try a poke; she lets me know with a hand signal that that’s not going to happen. Girl 3 sees this and immediately grabs my hand and pulls me to her; I started to go down but she cocked her legs and pulled my shoulders to her – insert - damn she’s tighter than an airplane bathroom. I didn’t last long.
I switch back to my wife and then notice Lance finally made his way downstairs and walks in. He stood at the doorway for a bit kind of like a kid waiting to get picked for kickball. I push Angie over toward him; she walks over to Lance but Lance pulls away and leaves.
The rest of us went on for a while. I later took my wife up to bed. I was pretty much hangover all day Sunday and Monday got busy so sorry for the late update.
I talked to Lance the next day, he said he loves his girlfriend and couldn't cheat on her.
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