She was excited as she sat on the passenger side of his SUV. He had opened the door for her, given her a bouquet of flowers and commented on her hair. That was three points for him already. She wasn't sure which fancy restaurant he was taking her to. For once, it wasn't her making the decision. Wherever he took her, she already planned to reward him with the best sex ever on this surprise first anniversary date.
So, when he said, "Christine?" she turned to him nervously and smiled, wanting to be encouraging. She thought to herself,
Good God, this isn't a marriage proposal, is it?
"Yeah, babe?" she said.
"Tonight's the night."
"Okay."
"It's going to happen."
"Great," she said, nodding. "What?"
He looked at her from the side and grinned.
"Come on," she begged. "Tell me." When he didn't say anything, "Peter!"
He stifled laughter. "The thing we talked about."
She tried to recall the vacation she had mentioned or a gift she had wanted.
He rolled his eyes. "The thing. The group thing. The gangbang thing with my friends."
She blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Ha," he said. "That's right."
"I-I-I..." she tried to speak.
"Don't worry about it. It's covered. I got everything ready."
"We just talked about it like a, like a fantasy thing."
"You said you wanted it."
"I did. I do. But...now? Tonight?"
She started fixing her hair nervously.
"You look fine, baby," he said. "Look at you."
She had on a floral-print minidress, a ruffled one that bared her cute shoulders. She had high heels. Her black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail, with a few strands hanging on the sides, framing her freckled, dimpled face. She also had a necklace and a bracelet and a nose ring glinting sliver.
"You're beautiful," he said at a stoplight.
"I know, but the plan was for me to dress slutty. This isn't slutty."
He laughed again. "You're nervous."
"Well, wouldn't you be?"
"Don't be nervous." He shrugged. "We had a threesome before."
"Yeah, with
one
other guy."
"Still a group. This is just a different kind of group."
"What if I suck?"
"You won't. You're a beast in bed. Uncontainable. Insatiable. Nasty."
"Oh, stop," she said. She took a deep breath.
"They're clean. Ready. They know the rules. You can do this."
She nodded.
"Ooh, they're gonna fuck the behemoth out of you."
She managed to chuckle at that while touching her eyelashes.
"Carl's going to be there," he said.
"Your boss?" she said. "Great."
He nodded and looked nervous. "Accommodate him, okay." Then he looked over at her with an excited grin. "You ready?"
He reached over and grabbed her hand.
She exhaled and stared at the traffic light turning green. "Bring it on, bitches!"
Peter threw his head back and guffawed as the car peeled down the street to the hotel.
~~~~~
She knew two of them. Matt was Peter's best friend from high school, with the tattoos up to his neck and earrings. Rick, with the long hair, cute face and the superhero arms and chest, was a mutual friend of theirs.
Peter introduced her to the strangers. Tall, bearded, baldheaded Tony was a fellow musician. And quiet Carl, who didn't make eye contact with her, was Peter's boss from the accounting firm where he worked.
They all wore clean white T-shirts and fresh pairs of jeans and were all barefoot.
"Nice, nice, nice," Tony said, clapping, as Christine spun around, making her dress wave, showing off her legs.
"Beautiful," Matt said, his arms crossed, nodding to her. "Always thought so."
"On a scale of one to ten," Rick began, strolling up to her. "I give her..."
She gave him a challenging look and waited.
"A fucking twelve!"
She laughed as she gave her old friend Rick a hug.
"Hi, Big Rick," she said as his face came close to hers. She shifted nervously as he planted a kiss on her lips.
"Hey, buddy," he said, his hands sliding down her back, patting her ass.
Tony came to her other side. "Your boyfriend's fucking lucky," he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, he is," she said. She stood on her toes and gave Tony a kiss on his lips, too.
He put his hand behind her neck and held her in that kiss for a moment while she struggled to stay on her toes.
"I want one, too," Matt whined, hurrying over.
She had her hands on the chests of Rick and Tony as Matt stood in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands and dipped his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back to see her hands were on Tony's and Rick's bulging pants. He nodded at that. He gave her another kiss.
"Let's do this," Peter said, turning on music.
For a while they chatted and drank shots of whiskey and tequila and glasses of wine—until Christine started dancing to the music. The chatter began to die down as they all watched. She noticed them watching, bit her lip, raised her hands and continued swaying. She liked their encouraging smiles, their warm eyes, and the way they touched their cocks looking at her.
She closed her eyes, lifted her dress and touched herself between her legs, rubbing herself until she started to tremble. When she looked at them and saw their mouths open, she laughed and pretended she was suddenly shy.
Peter indicated for her to sit down on the couch. She continued dancing until Matt danced with her from behind, leading her to the couch.
They sat her down.
