"LAST NIGHT"    Author: Everything Nice      There are THREE parts to "Last Night" Click below, or read through - part one - - part two - - part three -      NO PREFACE HAS BEEN MADE PUBLIC BY THIS AUTHOR      REQUEST THIS PREFACE             After driving about 30 miles back north we arrived in the downtown area, the journey ended at newly built high rise, smack dab in the middle of the metropolis. At the bottom floor of this building; the restaurant I had confirmed with the red head to meet at earlier. This place was one of those pricey over-rated restaurants that have dark red velvet lining the walls, dark cherry wood wainscoting, and you pay about $40 for a steak (not including side dishes). Once inside, I spot the red head at the bar having a drink with a man, perhaps in his late thirties, early forties. I thought to myself, "that must be her husband", I inform the matre d' that we are with them and proceed to the bar. My husband follows my lead, declaring of how he didn't remember she was married. I reminded him that he probably didn't know, because I only found out the other day myself. The red head looks up from her drink, her eyes widen as she spots us approaching "Oh great! You made it!" She rises to welcome us and throws out her arms to embrace me; the man stands as well and turns to face us. "I want you to meet my husband.." She smiles as she releases me, then wraps her arm around his. The man extends his hand to shake my husbands. I can see why she puts up with his antics without argument. He is tall, perhaps around 6'2... Blue eyes, salt and pepper hair. His face bore great features, smooth skin and crows feet as he smiles...Very attractive. They are one of those good looking couples.. Almost barb and Ken-like. My husband receives his hand and the introductions begin. As we sit, I notice him lean to his wife and whisper something in her ear.. She nods in agreement. "So," his glance met mine "I hear you've been keeping my wife company?"My eyes dart toward the red head unsure how to answer, "Uhh.." She smiles and nods gently, winking and confident. "Yes, yes I have.. she's.. a lot.. of, fun?" I grin awkwardly. The man bursts into laughter.. "She's fun..." His eyes are comforting and jovial, and sky blue. "I think you two need a drink, what can I get you?" We had an outrageous dinner with the red head and her husband. The whole time having great conversation, finding a lot of things in common with one another. I am distracted however by the red head, who is wearing this hot little black number.. I am sure on one occasion my mouth was totally agape. Looking over at my husband, I can tell he notices too... I reach under the table and place my hand on his thigh. He looks over at me and our eyes meet... We both smile in assurance, as it is confirmed we are thinking the same thing. I drank a lot during dinner, almost too much. I got all weird, and warm, and fuzzy... Words sounded like static, environment became an artistic blur as it softened at the edges the more intoxicated I became. It felt good to get smashed.. It felt even better to be in good company with good conversation. However, I wondered where the party was... If this was it, then John Q. Public is putting on quite a show as we were surrounded by other couples.. old, young... Just eating dinner. Okay, so I'm kinky... But I'm not about to "get down" in front of Grandma and Grandpa gumming their New Yorks. I had to speak up... "I thought you said there was a party tonight?" I slurred to the red head. "Oh yea, shit I almost forgot about that.." She checked her watch "Let's see," she went on, "It's 10:00 now.. Should just be getting interesting by now." Her husband stood and announced that he had some business to attend to, and that he would not be joining us. I felt a little disappointed as we all seemed to be hitting it off really well... And he was a pleasure to look at. "I know you'll have a great time though," he blushed a little as he spoke "I am sure she'll take care of you... Right dear?" He looked lovingly at his wife, ran his hand along her head; almost like you would a child. She returned his affection by blowing him a kiss She nodded, chewing a bit on her straw "Sure will..." She then looked at us, smiling conivingly. Her husband chuckled about his wife's response and looked down at his watch. "Yep, it's 10:02.. You better get up there, the doors close at 10:15." He then looked down at me, almost as if he was keeping a secret "I hope that we can spend more time in the future, I really enjoyed myself." "Me too" I sputtered "It was nice meeting you." My husband stood to shake his hand; he accepted, "Have a good time now..." he laughs again "With my fun wife." With that, he kissed the red head, grabbed the bill and headed towards the door of the restaurant. "He's so hot, I fucking love that man..." She continued to manipulate her straw, "Come on, let's go have some fun!" She then bounded to attention,walking quickly towards the lobby. She stops in front of the elevators.. and slides her hand along the marble, dragging her fingertips towards the gold plated buttons to summon the elevator. "Another elevator" my husband declared, "This should be interesting." He put his arm around the small of my back. "Oh yeah" the red head dared us with her eyes as she pushed the gold plated Up button.."It will be." Last Night Part 2 As we're rising in the elevator, quickly approaching the top floor, I'm watching the numbers climb -45-46-47... The red head turns to my husband as says "do you dance?" "Not usually," he retorts, a bit tipsy, "but tonight will be different..." "Yes, it will be" she ensures, as her gaze drills deeply into his. I take notice of the stare, it is recognizable; as she has once looked at me that way. The elevator slows as we arrive at floor 69 "That's not coincidence is it? The floor being 69..Is it?" Their stare was broken and her attention then turned to me. "No," she laughed, "not coincidence." My husband shot a rather devious, yet enticing look in my direction, and raised one eyebrow as if to say does that mean what I think it means? The doors opened, and we entered a packed nightclub. Music permeated the air, and the environment was stifling. It is dark, lit only partially by black light and strobe; which after the drinks I pounded earlier, really wasn't the best thing. There were cages on either side of a platform in the middle, with couples in them..So fucking weird, just like you'd see in those movies. Through the thick clump of bouncing people, I could barely make out that they were women on women in those cages, of course. Quite confidently the red head grabs my hand, and then husbands; and proceeds to lead us toward the bar on the other side of the platform. I felt lost in the sea of dancing bodies, almost being swallowed by a couple that I swear were fucking right there on the dance floor. Red head grabbed my hand tighter to ensure I would not be lost, as husband looked back over his shoulder to witness the action. Soon enough we were at the bar. The red head left us to order drinks while we stood against the table positioned near the wall. The music selection changed from one of high-whining mind pelting techo to something quite familiar... I listened closer, it was a song I recognized. Husband motioned to say something to me, I couldn't hear it, I just nodded. Red head returned with 3 tall thin glasses; I couldn't make out what they were... But they tasted kind of fruity. Of course by then, being as intoxicated as I was, I couldn't really taste much of anything. Still concentrating on the song, my attention turns toward the dance floor. There, aroused sweaty bodies agitated together smooth and seamless.. Almost as if slathered in lubricant. I swallow my drink and recognize the song; Rough Sex by Lords of Acid, I love this song. I turn my attention back towards my husband and the red head, only to see them locked in a passionate kiss... I feel shock for a second. But then, strangely enough, my shock was altered into an almost warm excited feeling. Between the music, the drinks, and the hot bitch making out with my husband, everything felt almost surrealistic... I take another drink from the tall glass; still fruity. The red head opens her eyes, and looks over at me; her lips break from his.. She reaches across the table and plants one on me.. It was warm, wet, and involving; I welcomed it. "Is it time for your husband to play the game?" Her words echoed in my ear against the backdrop of the throbbing techno beat of the music. I nod, not hesitating at the thought of sharing my husband with her, and her with him. I return another kiss to her as if to seal the the evenings events with approval. Husband looks at us, curious as to what it was we were planning. I felt a pinnacle of excitement now, almost so turned on I could drop down at that moment, right there and take them both on. We move to the dance floor; the three of us. My song was still playing and I felt like cutting loose completely, so I begin to gyrate and bounce like I hadn't in a long time. The redhead moves toward me and rests her hands on my hips, moving with me..Inches from my body and face. Our eyes meet and we begin to kiss, husband looks on but is dancing as well, and enjoying it. I think about pure sex, deep sex... Rough sex.... GO The music plays on and on, shouting through the dance floor... The crowd goes wild as the strobe starts. The red head reaches in my bra and dislodges one of my tits from it... She then teases is softly with her tongue as we grind together, sliding up and down each others bodies, grabbing and groping. I reach to grab her ass, but it was apparent some body else's beats mine to completion.. It was husband; and he is behind my red head, grinding as heavily against her back as I am her front. She removes her hand from my shirt and swings it back to hang around husbands neck as he mashes his pelvis into her ass. I am now the observer... I dance on, sliding my hand up into her skirt as we move... fumbling at her garterbelt, balancing myself in step. Red head turns around to face husband, but grabs me to join; now it's her and me against husband... She looks at me, then looks to him for strategy; I know what she has planned. We both move in to husbands neck, then his face, then his mouth. I slide my hand towards his crotch, she does the same... And the music plays on.... Our little group of three was quickly submerged by others doing the same, we continued on...Dancing erotically, grinding and sliding against each other. Before I knew it I was also one of those sweaty lubricated bodies on the dance floor, enjoying my red head... And my sweet husband.   The floor was slippery from dripping perspiration left there to rest by shaking skin. Hair whipped and flew as others danced on jubilantly, passionately feeling the music... Nobody seemed to notice that anyone else was there, almost as if in their own little worlds. The music played on... And we continued to move together, now all of us groping, and kissing, and feeling. Three songs and a lot less clothing later, we removed ourselves from the dance floor and attended to our drinks. Our attempt at small conversation was stifled by the deafening music, which had now changed to a selection more irritating in melody than enticing. Looking frustrated the red head motions with her hand for us to follow her as she heads through the crowd, past the bar, and towards a door; toting her drink... Last Night  Part 3 Through double vision I see that above the door reads "Exit" in a blinding green blur. She throws it open and shuns us down the hallway. The music that once blared into our skulls with the force of a 3 alarm fire was now dissipating... And finally became only a soft bass line. "Are we leaving?" I cry out, shielding my eyes fom the intensity of the light transition, "Are we going somewhere?" "Yes," the red head replied, "and no." The long tiled hallway was a bit much being white tile floors, page white paint, and beaming flood lights. My eyes burned and begged to stay closed.. My pupils were dilated, I grabbed for my husbands hand blindly. The hallway took an L to the right, I could hear the click click of the red heads heels before us and then - stop. I open my eyes to a squint, and then - beauty, I can see.. because now it is dark again. This room appeared to be a lounge, or atleast that was the best way to describe it, Huge, overstuffed leather couches, low coffee tables of oak highly polished to a glossy sheen. Soft music played from the speakers in the ceiling... The music was quite a change from the rave techo back in the dance club. It was blues, but perhaps a little more jazzy... Hard to say as my ears still rang from the intoxicating decibels just moments before. The room took a rather oval shape.. And was large, very large.  Encompassing the room were booths; enclosed with what looked to be canvas curtains of black. The air hung heavy with cigarette smoke, I fumbled in my purse for a cigarette and lit up. To the far left of the room, past the sofas sat a poker table, with 5 men playing what seemed to be an intense game. On the sofas were men and women, chatting and kissing. Laughing and drinking... It all appeared quite normal. "We will be over there" she points to one of the booths that sat vacant, "you two go and get comfortable.. I'll go get the bottle of wine, any year or vintage you prefer?" "No, we'll let you pick" my husband bellowed as we made our way to the booth "You have great taste..." My husband and I have never been very good with years and vintages... We have a couple we prefer, but we are liquor drinkers by heart. And yes, I totally just got the comment he made to the red head... But at this point, anything goes. About thirty minutes later my husband and I were sitting in the black booth, still waiting for red head to return with the bottle. A lengthy wait? Sure. But it gave us a chance to discuss how we felt thus far and what the rest of the night might bring. I suppose I was alright with my husband fucking the red head; after seeing that first kiss it dawned on me that it wouldn't be as horrid as I thought. After all, I am part of the equation too... He is with me... Having sex with me... Perhaps not so bad. I knew the worst was yet to come, soon I would see them in the act, and then how would I feel? Would I think about it? Would it change things? Did I really let anonymous commentor put me back in my box of insecurity? I didn't know any of these questions at the time. But, I considered myself forewarned now... And I can't say I didn't tell myself so... I hate it when I do that. As we were feeling more at ease with the evening, we ventured on the subject of how normal (for lack of better words) this evening had been so far. Perhaps it wasn't a party per se, more like just an evening out, between friends. Besides the dancing it appeared there was really, definitely no orgy going on, atleast not like the party we went to awhile back. We were growing thirsty, and I had smoked two cigarettes by now... where is she? And then, a cry came from across the room... A moaning cry filled with pleasure, in waves of motion as I am sure her body was experiencing... My husbands eyebrows raise, we lock eyes.... "Bingo" He smiles "I totally knew it." "What'dya mean, you knew it?" I taunted, still hearing the distant orgasm erupting now into screams of joy. "I fucking knew this place was flawed." He now laughed, wiping his brow. "Flawed?" I now raised my eyebrows.."Flawed like bad?" I leaned in towards the table, "You didn't know you fucking liar... You were just as deceived as I was." "Totally wasn't" his expression turned from comedy to seriousness. "You mean you didn't put it together in the club?"On the dance floor?" "Well, yeah but.." I hesitated.."That's just club shit." "Uh... No sweetheart" he drew back, grinning widely, "I have never had anyone fuck me through my clothes on a dance floor. Even at clubs." "You're going to the wrong clubs honey." We laughed and kissed each other, he swung his arm around my shoulder. "Baby, aren't you worried that's your red head over there?" Shit. Panic. Now I'm intrigued... I want to see through that curtain. Ugh, I wish I was a fly on the wall. I light up another smoke; where the hell did she go? No sooner had I finished that thought she appeared. Luckily, the cries of joy still ruptured through the lounge like a pulse. She slammed a bottle on the table, and set the three glasses she was holding with the other hand next to it. "We have to do a cheers" she declared, while awkwardly serving the wine. "To us, and our adventures.." We raised our glasses to hers "To us, and our adventures..." As we drank, my husband looked at me lovingly... And I felt okay. We didn't ask where she went, we never really got that far into conversation. She told my husband more torrid details about the afternoon we'd spent together swimming. They compared notes about sex with me... Which I had to stifle since it felt... Weird. Pretending to be a little upset, I pouted. The red head slid next to me and grabbed my chin, turning my face to meet hers. "You know, I've never met anyone like your wife..." she talks to my husband, but stares deep into me. Then, very subdued... She begins to kiss me, softly. Her lips are malleable, and parted; I feel her tongue with mine.. It fights to enter my mouth. I do not resist her, and she continues to explore my mouth with hers. She slides her hand into my skirt and discovers I'm not wearing any panties... Her fingers began to play, gently stroking my pubic hair. I get goosebumps, it feels so fucking good when she does that... When she parts my lips slightly and rubs her finger, muted, along the soft folds. I reach into her bra and place her hardened nipple between my fingers, her tongue probes harder, more excitedly. She comes around, almost sitting on my lap as she extends her arm to reach what appeared to be a blue back-lit button on the outer side of the booth. My husband reaches it first, removes the bottle and glasses, placing them to the floor as he hits it, He then closes the black canvas curtains, almost as if he'd seen this done before. "Watch your legs" the red head breathes mercifully as our lips unlock and I begin to kiss her neck and shoulders. I slide my legs up unto the seat and the table begins to move down until it rests level with the cushions of the seats. My husband grabs the backrest of the seat, which was adhered there with velcro apparently and rips it off the wall... Then he sets it on the table, we had an instant bed. "Aren't these booths great?" She smirked, still playing with my pussy.. But now we were kneeling and I was still working on her tits. Drenching them with my saliva, bringing her nipples to maximum harness. I look over at husband, who is making his own headway (pardon the pun), by slowly unbuttoning her skirt and sliding it off of her sleek body. He runs his hand down her back after removing her blouse, unsnapping her bra and giving my full reign of her breasts. I cup them in my hands... And worship them as I lick them. She fumbles to unzip my dress, but accomplishes it just fine. We are now clothed in nothing but shoes.. With the exception of her black garter belt, she seemed intent with keeping that on. Her lips felt warm and formless as they dragged across my neck, working down as she still fingered me intensely. Then suddenly she gasped, I open my eyes and witness my husband naked and kneeling behind her, his face in her pussy. She bends a little to accommodate his mouth. Panting even heavier than she had been before, she diligently works down my chest, stomach and rests her journey at my thighs. She began to kiss harder, with more tongue... She moaned and giggled a little, assuming a perfect position for full oral penetration. I knew my husband was great at eating pussy... Almost exceptional. He was going to give her one hell of a ride. I lay back and watch my husband work her, feeling euphoria beyond belief as her stiffened lips attack my clitoris, and her fingers spread my pussy open like a book. She probes it with her tongue, salivating and shaking like crazy from the intensity of her own experience. It feels great, unmatchable by anything... Again, surreal. I run my hand through her hair and press her lips closer to me, I lift my pelvis ever so slightly and spread my legs wider so she can access my honey pot. She finds it with her finger, I groan excitedly as she enters me and begins to pump them in and out. Excellent. "oh yeah," she clamors, digging her available fingers into my hips.."Shit, that feels so fucking good.. I'm gonna come..." I close my eyes as the pain from her fingernails almost succeeds the pleasure of her mouth and fingers invading my pussy. "Fuck, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come.." She cries out. "Yeah, come on.." I can hear my husband behind her, tongue working overtime..."Do it.. Do it." And then she did... Almost like an eruption of relief and pleasure. She trembled, her flesh engulfed with goose bumps...She fell to the makeshift bed and rested at my side, laying her head on my thigh... Fingers still pumping. She gasped for air and closed her eyes... I feared she would pass out, but I think she was only preparing herself for what was next. She removed her fingers, and stuck them in my husbands mouth.. Now covered with her juices... "do we taste different?" She mocked. "Yes, different.." he replied, "But both delicious..." He then laid down in between us. We began to explore my husband together, each owning a side of him; declaring it with out mouths. We travel down towards his hardened cock, manipulating it like play doh.. Teasing each side with our tongues. My husband crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, making perhaps the most amazing expressions ever. Meeting over the top of his dick, both stroking and rubbing we begin to kiss again, tongues wrestling... Our mouths are wet with hunger, we take him in our mouths; one at a time. Minutes pass as we continue to peak his arousal.. He speaks to us in kind words, encouraging us to continue... To pursue his climax. I felt that his cock could not get any harder, I reach for the red heads tits as I suck on husbands stiffened prick... Pinching her nipples once again, gauging her reaction, knowing that soon the position would change and perhaps I would not be the one to be sedated with fullness deep inside of me. My husband begins to groan and sigh "I'm going to come soon... Keep going." But we don't, we stop our labor and instead convert to playing with each other again. All three of our bodies moist with sweat and saliva, slippery and sliding together... Almost as if we were dancing again. My husband lifts up and lays the redhead on the bed, pulling me away from her. He kisses her hard and she spreads her legs. My husband reaches down and plays with her cunt, "you're so wet" he states "you're ready to be fucked, aren't you?" The red head narrows her eyes and tilts her head back, I sit and watch... Curiously but extremely turned on. Then, my husband grabs me and positions me on top of her... On all fours. He instructs me to eat her out some more while he watches on, stroking his cock to guarantee maximum stiffness, though I was not sure he could get any harder than he was already. I dive my mouth into her sweet pussy and work my tongue into her hole, sliding my hands around her backside. Grabbing her precious ass and loving the way her juices ran down my chin. "No, get up... We're doing something else..." husband grabs my waist, his plans changing. He then grabs the red head as well and brings her to her knees. "One of you is going to fuck me... Which one is it."  The red head and I look to each other.. She concedes "You fuck him, I want him to eat me again... That was fucking great." So my dear husband took the submissive role and laid down. I straddled him, sinking his dick deep into my overheated cunt, moaning with satisfaction as I moved. My red head took a seat on my husbands face, and balanced herself by placing her hands on his chest. His face was lost underneath her, but I could hear him breathing... Licking... Enjoying her. My labor becomes more vivacious, I move faster; up and down.. Driving hard and pushing slowly to guide him even deeper than the last time I had risen and rested. He moans, she moans, I moan... And our mouths lock again, our fingers playing with each other... Exploring and smoothing across each others bodies. I go faster, harder, my legs become weak and a shrill of euphoria slides up my spine... Unsure of whether it was her kisses, her fingers running parallel along my clit, or my husbands cock deep inside of me I declared to both "No, don't stop... It feels so good, keep going." The red head grabs my face "look into my eyes when you come, I wan't to see your face when you do it...." "Yeah?" I panted "You want to see it?" "OH, yes.." Her eyes narrowed as she fought her own climax.."You're going to come aren't you?" "Uh-huh" I tried to fix my eyes into hers..."Yes... now" I fixed my gaze on hers. She stared right back, barely able to get out the words "Me too.." Husbands face still buried, I can see his chin heaving in my peripheral.. She begins to climax. I reach back and tease my husbands balls with my hand, still sliding up and down; even more aggressively than before. His sack is wet with my come, and is only going to get wetter. "ung.." I moan, climaxing hard, in unification with my sweet red head "Here I come..." Our eyes still locked in a heated stare... We came together, and hard... our orgasms exploding in unison, playing out almost like a song; her melody, my harmony... And then the baritone, which was my husband now coming as well. I slid down slowly and penetrated as deeply as my pussy would allow. I felt his load fill me up, warm and obscure... I stop pumping at that moment and savor the feeling... Knowing that I could possibly never experience this again. I close my eyes and am kissed softly by the red head, who is now dis-mounting my husband and taking rest at his side. My husbands face was glossy with her juices, I lean down and kiss him.. Tasting her come on his lips. He smiles up at me, and I collapse on top of him. I feel him soften inside me as his work is done now. I collapse next to him and catch my breath... Wiping the sweat from my forehead and face. We laid there for quite some time after wards. We drank another glass of wine; with another toast of course... "to us." The red head asked to dip into my pussy once more, to taste my husband, I obliged. Around 3am we were spent, and ready for sleep. We were disappointed that the evening had to end, but all three of us knew we had our normal lives to attend to. We put our clothing back on, opened the curtains of the booth... And crept past the leather sofas, now adorned with others, spent and naked. Down the bright tile hallway, through the empty dance club, down the elevator... And back out into the abandoned restaurant; where it all began.