It was the end of the night and only the three of us were left keeping the dream alive. We had made our way through the trendy bars on the waterfront with a group of friends, but they had all given up by now and headed home. So we decided to close out the night at Hurricane Betty's, a dive bar around the corner from Jenn's apartment. It wasn't particularly nice, or clean, but the bartender poured strong drinks and no matter how many we had, it was an easy stumble back to Jenn's place.
"Why don't you pour yourself one too Deb, it's closing time after all?"
"Two girls aren't enough for you Johnny, you're going to try to get me liquored up too?"
My wife, Kim, feigned outrage next to me and her friend Jenn leaned forward over the bar with a look of sincere concern on her face, "I'm sorry Debbie, the orgy is already fully booked tonight. If you want to come, I'd to have to bump someone else off the list."
"Damn, just my luck." She looked down to bar at the few solitary regulars finishing their drinks, "Any of you sad fucks able to keep it up long enough to earn a free drink the hard way?"
A few heads turned our way, but no takers. Deb shook her head, "Good thing I didn't put away my dildo this morning."
She put another shot glass on the bar and filled them with the fast, steady pour of someone who had done this a few times. The bottle disappeared and she came back with a handful of lime wedges that she placed on the rim of each glass. Deb was wearing a tight, leather-like halter top that barely contained her breasts, and I couldn't help but admire them as she leaned over the bar. She didn't take any shit, but Deb had a pretty tight body. I bet she would be fun to fuck, as long as you didn't piss her off.
Jenn raised her glass, "To the next orgy, when Debbie returns her RSVP on time!"
I knocked back the tequila, sucked on my lime, and enjoyed the warmth of the booze on its way down. Deb wandered down the bar to make a last round of drinks for the few other customers who were left. I noticed how her tight jeans clung to her ass like they were painted on. Maybe we should get her to come back to Jenn's place sometime.
I felt Kim run her hand along my thigh and lean in to whisper in my ear with subtly of someone who has been drinking tequila all night, "Let's get going, I'm ready to fuck and I don't want to wait any longer."
I felt Jenn's warm breath on the other side. "Me too." She lightly nibbled on my ear lobe as her hand slid up my other thigh to rest on my hardening cock.
That was my cue. I leapt off the barstool to fish out my wallet and pay the tab as Kim grabbed her bag. I followed her down the back hallway past the bathrooms, but when we got to the door, she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me around the corner to a little storage area.
