I'm up early this morning hoping to write this out now to get the images out of my head...let me start from the beginning.
Late yesterday afternoon, Angie calls me to say she's at my condo setting up. She says she brought two cheese/fruit & cracker stack trays, 4 bottles of wine (I already have plenty to drink about but that's cool), a bottle of Tito's and mixers. She then asked if I needed anything else; I said no I think that's more than enough. "Do you want to me to stay?", she said. I said, "You're welcome to hang out if you want to but you don't have to". She said, "Okay well I'm going to just go back to the house, daughter has a test tomorrow and I want to go over her words with her". I thanked her again, not just for helping set up but more importantly, helping my daughter with her test.
The chick, Barbra, text me to confirm my address and saying her, her friend, Stacey, and the guy, Michael, will be there around 7pm. Quick side note: She never addresses the guy as "boyfriend", "husband" or anything, always by name. They don't wear rings so I don't think they're married; this is odd to me because most chicks love to label the guy they're with, e.g. "This is my boyfriend Tom" or w/e instead of saying, "This is Tom". I double checked the spelling of their names so they could get past the front desk without issues; this way I didn't have to stand in the lobby and check them in.
I stopped on the way back to my condo around 5 to have a few drinks and grab dinner, then go to my condo. At exactly 7pm, the front desk buzzed me to say they're on the way up. I let them in, they complimented on the spread of snacks - I decided on classic rock for the music selection. This was my first time meeting Stacey, who's wearing low-cut jeans, a JMU pull over hoodie and sneakers; she was cute, mid 30s, but has those "run away bride" crazy woman eyes and a huge forced smile. Barbra is in a short skirt, gladiator style heals, matching shirt and short leather jacket. Michael and I are dressed similar in pants, shoes and button up shirts (his blue, mine white and much better quality).
We stood around the dining room area chatting about what we each do and where we're from (standard boring conversation). Michael, who is kinda quiet, speaks up and says that he brought some stacks as well while laughing. It was a plastic bag of gummy bears; as soon as he opened the bag I could smell the pungent weed smell. He eats three and passes them around - the girls each take one, I declined. I'm subject to drug testing although the odds of me getting tested are pretty low - I simply don't do weed enough to enjoy it. Also, with an edible, there's no telling how strong those things are - I don't want to ruin my night by hearing my heart beating and being paranoid.
About two hours go by, several rounds of shooters, wine and gummies. The girls have their shoes off and they start dancing in the living room, they pull me between them and we're partying. Michael is high on the end of the L-shaped couch in the living room watching us - I party like it's just me and the two girls. As "You give love a bad name" goes off, we take a break from dancing - I figure it's about 9pm, I need to either get this thing started now or it's not going to happen. I pull both of them close to me and started kissing Barbra then Stacy to see if she's down; at that point, the 3 of us started making out just kissing and touching - Barbra grabbing my #### the entire time, then put Stacy's hand on my #### and the two smiled at each other.
I can only handle so much #### touching so I pull them both to the extreme opposite side of the couch and unbutton my shirt and take off my pants. I figure, it's either going to happen now or never. Barbra starts blowing me, Stacy sits next to me and kisses me while I undress her. Once she got her clothes off, I lay back on the couch and she just sits on my #### (#### forgot to put on a

). She riding me while I'm eating Barbra out; we switch positions multiple times - I almost forgot about creep job in the corner until I hear him say, "are you going to do it?" - he said this sever times while we're ####ing. I just ignored it.
Stacy started making her O-face, so I figured 1 down, 1 to go. I flip over to Barbra to start hitting her from the back again but she insisted on me unloading in her mouth - fine with me. Stacy is next me kissing me and rubbing on me while Barbra is blowing me; Stacy starts whispering, "cum baby" over and over until I explode in Barbra's mouth. I lose all control as she continues to suck every amount of fluid out of my body - then I see Michael out the corner of my eye getting really excited saying "are you going to do it???", again and again. Barbra gets up with my load in her mouth, goes over to Michael who now has his pants around his knees and spits in on his junk. Be begins rubbing in on his entire genital area while Barbra kissed him. I look at Stacy like WTF? and she looks at me and says, "wow, you guys are hardcore". I had to leave the area so I took Stacy into my room and chilled on the bed. I need to burn the image of this dude rubbing himself with my seed.
We were chilling in my room for about 30 mins or so then Barbra walked in and said, "Stacy we're going to leave soon, are you staying here tonight?". Stacy looked at me kinda with the "is it okay if I stay?" look, I just stood up and said, "I'll show you out, don't forget your shoes".
I woke up this morning in shock. I still see that image in my head.
Help me FFA.