This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.
Her Story
Rick and Teri, Ray's friends for so many years, have been known by me for almost as long as I've known Ray. I met them shortly after we had hooked up but, not moved in together yet, or married. They were in town to visit Teri's mom, that first time, and of course, we got together and I was introduced as the new lady in Ray's heart.
Ray had told me all there was to know about his relationship with them, of him being their first threesome, of their foray into swinging in their city, and that their marriage was now on firm, steady ground. Ray told them, upfront, that there were no secrets between us, and that I knew 'everything'. So, from the get-go, we were all on the same page.
I was the one who talked with Teri after my first time with Ray and Harry, she and I sharing that thrill of having two men in bed. She and I would talk almost on a weekly basis by phone, and she'd share with me, in the course of conversation, their latest adventure in the lifestyle. We visited them at their home and they visited us at ours. No fooling around between the four of us ever occurred during those visits, but we certainly talked openly about sex among ourselves. The four of us would joke about an orgy between us, but none of us ever made a move to make it happen, and that was okay too.
On one of our weekly phone calls, after Kathy and I had our thing going, Teri said that she had tried it (girl/girl) before but wasn't all that crazy about it.
"Some girls aren't," I told her. Rick jumped on the extension to give me crap as he always did and then he asked if we'd be up for a trip to Vegas for a weekend. I talked with Ray, he talked with Rick, and badda-boom, we were going to Vegas that next weekend. Rick and Teri had a two-bedroom timeshare where we'd stay, located just off the strip. They were close enough to drive the trip and Rick assured Ray that he'd bring the weed.
Lifting off the ground, I turned to Ray in my seat, and said to him that I was looking forward to seeing them again, and that getting out of town for a little R&R was just what the doctor ordered.
It must have been Dr. Feelgood that was on call when that order was given.
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They picked us up at the airport; as promised, while driving over to their place, Rick produced a doobie for all of us to share. We dropped off our bags and headed to the strip for a little slot play. It took about three hours before we were sufficiently bored and ready for lunch.
The thing is, none of us are big-time gamblers; we can milk a roll of quarters for a couple of hours and have fun. We don't go to Vegas to get rich; we go just to get away.
Looking through some of the local entertainment rags as we lunched, Teri piped up that she found a place that might be fun to check out. It was a strip-club that was holding a 'couples night', that night, promising 'hot' male and female dancers; there was a general nodding of heads all around and so, our evening was planned.
A nap in the afternoon for the four of us and we were heading to the strip club by eight that night, another doobie providing a fog bank inside of their car.
It was much nicer than I had thought it would be, very classy in that mob-chintzy deco style. Surprisingly, the drinks were reasonably priced and the cover charge was nominal.
The place was nearly full but the girl led us to an elevated booth that provided us with a clear view of all thee stages, two with women, one with males, dancing to the throbbing music during their sets.
Various tables around the room were having lap dances, some for the men, some for the women, all of them sexy. Teri and I were sitting next to each other and keeping up a gabfest about that hot body, or this hot body, fun-loving talk, heavily laden with sexual innuendo.
At one point, she leaned over and said that all of this good-looking meat was getting her hornier than hell. I whispered back to her that it was having the same effect on me; the difference, I think, is that she was getting hot watching the male dancers, and I was getting hot watching both males and females.
Like the old adage says, "Being bisexual means never being without a date."
