Friday Night Fireworks

Saturday morning. I am sitting at the wrought iron set in our back yard, under the cool shade of a tall maple tree; the scattered light of a brightening summer morning is flashing and sparkling through the fluttering leaves. A cup of coffee is perched nearby. The elixir helps dull the low throb in my head, and roll back the mental fog. I have my iPod earphones stuck in my head, and am listening to the sweet blues of Eva Cassidy; trying to put down in words the interesting, exhilarating, and terminally frustrating events of last night.

If I am a put out right now, I can at least say I am in better shape than Angie. She spent most of the morning hours in the fetal position on our couch downstairs, suffering through the last vestiges of alcohol poisoning. She had a really great time last night. But then too many Cosmopolitans and tall stemmed glasses of Cabernet took their toll. I see her now, draped with limbs akimbo, over one of the lawn chairs nearby like some rock and roll bohemian. Big black shades pressed over her face to block out the invading gold rays of the sun god above.

I have something to say; just not sure what. But I know there was something learned. I’ll put this down for now and come back to it.***



I’ve considered the sine wave of our social calendar this year, and realize we go through almost predictable periods of high carnality alternating with chaste respite. I have no complaints with the dry spells as they allow Angie and me to focus on one another and simple pleasures. It is wonderful.

It is the high points that give me pause because our behavior becomes uncharacteristically over the top, like that of college kids on spring break. I am not sure if this is a complaint. The events of last night come to mind, and they are/were actually pretty cool, but there was a familiar replay of energy spiraling out of control to, at worst, blow up the mojo of a promising evening, or at best, truncate the potential opportunity for a longer term story.

Since we began our journey into the lifestyle I have marked Angie’s growing sexual confidence and appetite. When she is “on”, she projects that attitude like an incandescent nimbus. It radiates all about her. I really like going out on the town with this lady on my arm. She has the face of a Greek goddess and a beautiful figure. And I am not alone in this appraisal. She gathers the admiring looks of male and female alike whether we are out strutting about, or simply sitting at the bar in one of our city’s upscale restaurants. I have the distinct advantage of experiencing her vibrancy in the bedroom afterward, and must admit to wondering at times if I have unleashed a monster. Her desire for my love and physical being is a wonderful joy. I am blessed. But oh man, when she gets that look and asks me with a devilish smile: “So….do you feel like you have energy...?” I know I am being put on notice of what Angie will want later. I am not complaining, but at times I sweat the pressure. And I have also been put on notice that I have been a little too “wham bang, thank you Madame”. So there is a lot of adjustment for me to make. All of this has led me recently to wonder if one day soon Angie and I will have the opportunity to find another couple, in addition to the situation with Wilson, who can give Angie all the carnal satisfaction she desires.

Opportunity came knocking Friday night.

It seems these things pop up unplanned, and always on a Friday night. Why not Saturday nights? At least I get to sleep in late on Saturdays and have more energy for the evening frolic. But, I guess one has to take the opportunities as they come……
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We found ourselves once again at Centro’s, perched in tall iron chairs by the onyx marble countertop that absorbs the sublime blue light from sapphire tear drops hanging overhead.
Wilson was there too. He was with yet another young lady from his seeming stable of paramours. I will call her Angelica. A mid thirties brunette, she oozed sensuality through her cat’s smile and dark almond eyes. Angie and I acknowledged the couple with surprise and delight as we came to the bar, but elected to give them their space and did not immediately go to them. It looked like they had been there a little while, and were enjoying appetizers and a couple of glasses of red wine. As Angie and I ordered our drinks we struck up overlapping repartee with our bar tender Manolo, another guy seated two stools away on Angie’s right hand who happens to be the restaurant owner’s boyfriend, an older woman sitting to Angie’s immediate right, and two young ladies sitting to my left; separating us from Wilson and Angelica.



After a time we were joined by another single male who took one of the two empty stools next to Angie after the guy and older woman left. Angie and I met the “new comer” (who I will call Dale) before…. at a party thrown by a friend of his who happens, coincidentally, to be a close friend of Wilson. Yet Wilson and Dale never new of each other prior to last night. Funny how small yet compartmentalized the world is. Another small group of twenty-something females and males sat in comfort chairs near the bar and next to the glass panes looking out on to the lighted street. They had front row seats to a little show later, but I digress.I have to say the vibe was really, really, good with the banter and laughter. By my reckoning there was ever the slightest sexual tension that one feels when people are enjoying each other for the chemistry as much as for the physical attraction. After a while Angie went over to sit next to Angelica for an introduction, and before long, struck up a “girls talk” like they were chums of old.
I was left to soldier on with the two young ladies to my left, and motor-mouth Dale on my right. Before too long I dropped all pretense to be interested in what he was talking about and devoted my attentions on the two ladies. They were quite engaging and I found myself in a delightful conversation with them about the local night scene, and so forth. I learned later that Angie was observing all of this with a smile on her face and Angelica commented on her perception that Angie and I have been together for a long time.



While engaged with these sweet young women I did not notice that Angie and Angelica really started to warm up to each other. I only became aware of things when I later sauntered over to say hello and Angie asked me if I would like to see her and Angelica kiss. I was amused at this provocative challenge and said yes. It was a brief but delicious kiss that caught the twenty-somethings behind us in a reverent silence. Angie announced to me that she and Angelica had already put a show on for Wilson a few minutes before and he captured it with his camera. (I thought to myself: he carries a camera on a date?). Anyway, if I can convince Angie to get a copy of Wilson’s snap shot I will post it here with her permission.

Time compressed and the young ladies departed for hot spots elsewhere, and the twenty-somethings filtered out now that no more shows were to be put on display. Dale, God bless him, never stopped talking. Angie leaned to me and whispered that we were going back to Wilson’s house. We gathered up our belongings, and as I paid the tab and Manolo’s tip, Dale came over to say good night and give me one of those “I LOVE YA MAN” moments. He attempted to lay a big fat wet kiss on my face. I saw it coming in a slow motion, first-person, point-of-action head-on-car-wreck-about-to happen-oh fuck!-oh fuck!-gotta swe-r-ve!!! motion picture sequence. I turned my head to the side in the nick of time to avoid a big fattie on the lips. Damn. Angie later told me Dale was/is bisexual. How did she find that shit out? And why not give me a goddamn warning?

Back at the ranch.

Wilson poured four glasses of one of those fine red wines he keeps on hand. I passed, electing to keep hydrating with water. He sat on one end of his comfy couch; Angie and Angelica sat close to one another in the center, and I sat on the opposite end. Idle chatter gave way to Angie’s lust for Angelica. Wilson and I were treated to another show.

It is a well known fact that the man’s psyche is wired in such a way that he can not resist the allure of woman-kind, and that somewhere in that hard wiring lays the explanation for why he feels such a rush when two women engage in carnal play. Oh man, it was hot, and I was surprised at Angie’s aggression. She was laying some very hot open mouthed kisses on Angelica, and within minutes she had Angelica’s top down to expose pert breasts and erect nipples. The sound of wet sucking was killing me, and I looked over at Wilson who was staring with non-blinking eyes, and mimed “what’s up with this?” He just smiled and gave back a look that said “ let the good times roll”.

This action carried on for ten minutes or more, and Angelica for her part, was content to let Angie climb up and roam her playground. I didn’t know what should happen next so I did the only thing I could. I busted a move.
I slid over and began sucking Angelica’s exposed right nipple while Angie was on the left nipple. How does a man do justice in describing the visuals and feelings of seeing his wife pleasuring another woman in such a way, while engaged in the very same activity with same woman? Is it like looking in the mirror when making love with one another? Not quite. Better. Angie and I momentarily locked eyes while both sucking on Angelica. Exquisite.
I whispered to Angelica and she replied. Are you comfortable with this? Yes. Do you like this? Oh, yes. I asked her to completely remove her top which she did without hesitation. I sucked her breasts and stomach. Angie departed to enjoy the favors of Wilson. After a few moments I asked Angleica to remove her jeans and underwear. She complied with my request with a smile. I saw a beautiful pussy with a neat racing stripe. I felt the need to be the best lover to her in that moment. I sucked around her vulva; not quite letting her have the direct pleasure of my mouth on her clitoris. I knew with crystal clarity that she wanted this by the way she lifted her hips to press herself to me. I gentlyangie bit her there, to watch her reaction of shuddered pleasure. I was only peripherally aware of Angie’s activities with Wilson.
As I was about to enter Angelica with my tongue, Wilson inexplicably left Angie to come over to Angelica, push past me, and lift Angelica’s legs up high and wide to slide his erection into her. I thought to myself: “Oh-kayyy, I’ll go to Angie.” And I enjoyed pleasuring Angie in the same manner as I was doing with Angelica. If it wasn’t for the fact Angie was dealing with the conflicting sensations of pleasure and alcohol spin, she might have been able to get to that sky-burst moment, but suddenly had to disengage and head to the bathroom. I thought, uh-oh. For their part, Wilson and Angelica had it going. I saw her really hammer him from the cowgirl superior position. But something changed in the mood in the room. I couldn’t tell what was happening, but had to focus on Angie, and went to her. Long story short, Angie got sick and I had to take her home. But not after I became aware of the fact Angelica left in a hurry. Maybe not under the best circumstances between her and Wilson. As far as I am concerend he fucked up with both women.
We all learn from our mistakes. Sometimes it takes a couple of practice runs to get it right. Angie will have to learn that all the sexual wildcat antics in the world, no matter how hot, don’t count if they have to be fueled by excess alcohol. Wilson for his part, will have to accept his responsibility to remember that condom, and never abandon a woman in the middle of foreplay. For my part, I have to deal with the knowledge that I am not going to be turned on by sex with another woman, no matter how seemingly hot, if I can’t feel the love.