When I get home from work on a Friday night, Margo tells me that we are going to go hang out with her friend Tonya and her husband Rick after dinner. It's good news as far as I'm concerned; as they are both people I really enjoy spending time with. We pick up wine on the way there. Rick doesn't drink wine and I don't drink at all, but Margo gets two big bottles anyway. I'm positive that they are all going to get a little too drunk, but since we're going to be hanging at their apartment and I'll be sober to drive Margo home, it won't be a problem. And it might get to be an especially fun evening, since Margo's bisexuality gets a lot more aggressive when she drinks and I know she thinks Tonya is cute.
We get to their apartment and there are enthusiastic greetings all around. We all hug each other warmly. I appreciate that Rick is a guy who isn't afraid to hug another guy. I give Tonya a peck on the cheek, a new sophisticated habit I'm pretending to develop. Margo laughs and then gives Tonya kisses on both cheeks and one on the lips. Rick says, "Hey! What about me?" Margo and I both kiss him on the cheek. We all laugh and head into the kitchen to get some drinks.
The last time we hung out with them was at a party, and there was some definite sexual tension, and not necessarily just between Margo and Tonya. Rick had gotten drunk enough that he was feeling horny and uninhibited, and there was a weird moment when I felt like he kind of wanted to make out with me. He claimed he was trying to bite a loose string off my shirt, which is a weird excuse. I have always been bi-curious, and Rick is a good looking guy, so I was a little bit turned on. Nothing happened, but thinking about it was giving tonight a little bit of an extra something.
All of us are fairly attractive people in our early thirties. Margo is tiny, with short dark hair and perfect alabaster skin. She's thin but actually kind of curvy when you look closely, and she has a very pretty face and big blue eyes. Tonya is much taller and has a lean, athletic body, to go with an attractive if slightly severe face. Her hair is dyed black. Rick is about the same height as his wife, with messy, light brown hair and perpetual beard stubble. He's in fairly good shape, although not as fit as his wife. I'm the tallest in the group at a little over six feet, with dark brown hair cut short and a goatee. I'm in good shape too, although not overly muscular.
We are quickly all having a great time. Rick is mixing vodka with energy drinks, since he wants to have enough energy to get completely wasted. The girls are both drinking wine like they are dying of thirst, and I'm no longer sure that we bought enough. We all talk to each other, although I probably spend more time talking with Rick and Margo focuses on Tonya. Margo has a very intimate way of talking to people that involves a lot of eye contact and physical closeness. It makes people really open up to her, and while Rick and I spend most of the evening talking about sports and movies, Margo and Tonya seem to be having a pretty deep conversation, with Margo leaning in and frequently making physical contact.
As the evening progresses, I notice that it keeps happening. Margo keeps finding ways to touch Tonya, patting her on the arm, hugging her, innocently plucking a piece of fuzz out of her hair. As the alcohol continues to flow, I notice that Tonya begins to respond a little bit more each time. When Margo leans in to whisper something in her ear, Tonya blushes and giggles. The two hold eye contact for longer than would be socially acceptable under other circumstances. I see that Rick has started to take notice as well, even as he drinks enough to render his judgment questionable. He is clearly enjoying seeing our wives start to lose their inhibitions. Margo breaks away for a moment to use the bathroom, and I follow discreetly behind, as always enjoying how perfect her ass looks. I linger in the hallway while she pees, pretending to check my phone and listening to her pee. I glance back in the kitchen and see Tonya and Rick looking at each other a bit awkwardly. When I hear the toilet flush and the sink start to flow, I duck into the bathroom.
"Hey, what's up?" Margo asks, frowning a bit at my intrusion.
"How's it going, baby?" I ask her as she finishes washing her hands. "Seems like you're having a good time."
"Yeah..." she says. "Are you having fun?" She worries sometimes that I don't have a good time at get-togethers when I'm the only one not drinking, which is sometimes true.
"I'm having a great time watching you flirt with Tonya," I tell her. She rolls her eyes at me but doesn't argue. "I don't mind if you want to go for it."
"We're just having fun. She's my friend."
"Your cute friend whose pussy you want to eat," I reply, flicking my tongue at her. She makes a grumpy noise, but again doesn't disagree. Now I know I was right and she actually does want to fuck Tonya. I try to play it cool, knowing that this is a delicate situation. I lean and kiss her deeply, pulling her close to me with my hand on her ass. Her breath tastes more like alcohol than I really care for, but I'm in no mood to complain. A friend of mine once pointed out that all my objections to drunkenness tend to disappear quickly when it arouses Margo's bisexuality. I bend lower and lightly kiss the back of her neck, which I know will further arouse her. I can feel her body tense against mine.
"Hey," she says, slapping me on the arm. "Stop that. You are going to get me all turned on."
"That's kind of the idea."
"Yeah, but we can't right now, so you're teasing."
"I will fuck you right here, right now."
"I know you would, dirty slut," she says affectionately. "Come on, we have to go back out there." She turns to leave and I give her ass a playful slap.
