[Saddledrifter]

I thought while this virus thing is in operation and has rendered our type of sexually active lives almost a thing of the past, I would reminisce about days gone by that I remember vividly.

The first remembrance goes back many years. There was a place my wife and I used to frequent called “The Quiet Man.” This was in the early 70’s, and it was somewhat of a hippie place. It was the type of place that you would go and have a beer and listen to local unpaid musicians strum their guitars and sing songs. “The Quiet Man” was a great place to start the evening. Cheap beers and usually pretty good soft acoustic music to begin the night was often what was needed to get a little buzz. The night that I am remembering was one where my wife was wearing a nice button-front see-thru blouse (no bra), very low-cut floral paisley jeans and leather boots with a big buckle. She had great and very large boobs with a couple of nice rosy red tits on high-beam.

After about three beers, we walked over to a dance club called the :Phantasmagoria. It was a great dance club with 3 go-go dancers in cages on the stage. Once we entered the place, the atmosphere was electric and quite crowded. We luckily latched onto a table as another couple departed the club. We ordered drinks and sat back to watch the crowd. I noticed, as was commonly the case, that my wife had somehow lost the top two buttons on her blouse, and her boobies were more visual than ever in that see-thru blouse. In fact, the top button holding the blouse together was now below her jugs. As we began to dance, those boobies were swaying pretty openly back and forth. Many guys were watching with tongues hanging out. Pretty soon, guys were coming over to the table to ask her for dances. I always let her dance with others, because it allowed me to see her body swaying and shaking to the rhythms. Often times, guys would buy us beers for the opportunity to dance with her. With about six beers thrown down, my wife headed for the little girl’s room. When she returned, her blouse had no buttons fastened, and the bottom of it was tied together above her waist. That pushed her boobs almost clear over the top of the upper portion of the blouse. That blouse tie and those very low-cut jeans exposed her midriff and almost gave one a view of her pubic hair. That outfit raised an awareness of how much she was bumping and grinding with her dancing. Soon, there were three black guys that were attracted by her. They all came by our table at once, and asked if they could have a turn dancing with her. Who was I to say no. So she proceeded to dance and whirl with each of them. Some dances were fast, while others were slow. I could see them pulling her close on the slow dances, and I could also see their hard, erect dicks pushing into her pussy. She certainly didn’t seem to mind it, and never pulled back. I knew that many black guys had more to offer than the average white guy, and I didn’t want her to get any ideas. After about five or six straight dances with them, she told them that she was tired and needed a rest. So we finally got back together at the table. I asked if she had felt anything unusual with those slow dances. She smiled and said, “I do declare that I did feel something very distinct and quite large,” and then she laughed. I then noted that her left tit was out of the top of her blouse. I mentioned it, and asked, “How did that happen?” She again laughed, and said, “I bet you would like to know.”

Just about that time (as my wife was stuffing her tit back into her blouse), my old college roommate showed up. We had not seen him in months. He grabbed a chair and sat down with us. I think that actually kept some of the other guys from continuing to approach my wife for another dance. My wife knew my old roommate well. He had been around us for 4-5 years, and had been my Best Man at our wedding. He was an extremely fun guy who never let anything interfere with his free-wheeling lifestyle. I inquired as to why he was at the club without anyone. He replied, “See that girl over in the right cage dancing and wiggling?” I said yes I did. He replied, “Well, I am doing her now.” She was a nicely built brunette, who could really dance. He said, “Stick around until she gets off, and we will all go out and have something to eat.” My wife agreed that she was up for it. About that time, my buddy looked at my wife, and said, “Boy, do you look good tonight.” She responded, “Flattery will get you most anything.” We all laughed. He was the only other guy that had previously seen my wife nude. While in college, prior to our marriage, we had played strip poker one very heavy drinking night. My old roommate and my wife were both terrible poker players and ended up being the only naked ones in the game. So he was familiar with my wife’s assets, but he had never screwed her.

So we continued to drink and dance the evening away. It was a hot spring night in the club, and everyone was sweaty and hot. My wife kept going to the restroom and wetting down her top to combat the heat while dancing. The wet, clinging, see-thru top clasped onto her hard nipples made all the guys in the area hard as stones. I think it was all my good buddy could do to keep from grabbing those babies. She was really hot looking. Once the last song was played, my buddy introduced us to his go-go dancer girl. She seemed nice enough and glad to meet us. So we headed to a restaurant for an early morning breakfast. We got a number of looks from other restaurant patrons as we walked to our table with my wife in her clingy, wet, see-thru blouse, and his girl in her ultra short maxi mini low-cut skirt, and midriff top, and high boots that came up to her pussy lips.

After a fast breakfast, we went over to the go-go dancer’s apartment. It was a small one-room apartment with a big, king-sized waterbed. At that point in time, my wife and I had never been on a waterbed. We were told to lay down and try it. While getting on, it was very difficult, but once we were laid on it, the water was very comfortable and soothing. My wife said, “I could lay here all night.” My buddy’s girl said, “You are welcome to do just that.” My wife said, “Oh, we can’t do that.” My buddy said, “Why not.” We are all drunk, and you guys live clear on the other side of town. You shouldn’t get on that freeway and drive that far.” We had to admit that he was probably right. His girl said, “There is plenty of room for us all in that bed – so stay.” My wife finally agreed. My buddy’s girl began ripping off all her go-go clothes. She had nice, full boobs with dark tits. She stripped down to her string bikini panty before stopping her display. My wife followed in kind. Both of us guys began to strip, as well. Pretty soon, we were all naked except for our underpants. Both of us guys had massive hard-on’s from looking at the women. We all climbed in bed. It wasn’t long before my buddy made a move on his girl. I could hear her underpants being pulled off. I was fingering my wife, and she was radiating heat. Soon I was able to work her underpants off (although she initially attempted to refuse my overtures). Then my buddy and I attempted to mount our partners. It was pretty dark in the apartment, but as our eyes adjusted, we could make out each others’ figures and features pretty well. Both my buddy and I had difficulty mounting due to the water swaying with each of our movements. All of us were laughing enormously at the folly of pushing it into a moving target, but both us guys maintained a strong erection and were eventually successful. Once in, we attempted to develop a rhythm, but quickly found that unless we were all working in unison, it would not work. This was discussed briefly among us, and we decided to a 1-2-3-4 cadence. This was essential at the beginning, but soon we were all working in unison. Everyone’s cadence changed to very heavy breathing, and was followed my moans and groans, as well as some “oh, my god’s.” Everyone pretty much climaxed at the same time, with my wife continuing for a second climax before giving it up. My buddy and I rolled off, and we all collapsed almost simultaneously. I often wonder what the people in the adjoining apartment heard and were thinking. It must have been hilarious to them. The only remaining problem was that this apartment was not air conditioned, and we all had generated a goodly amount of heat. So we were forced to sleep nude without covers the entire night. Being drunk, the thought of doing that during the night was not a concern. However, as morning broke, and we began to stir a little, realization of being nude in bed with two other people was a little disconcerting to my wife. However, I admit, she was a trooper. Of course, since the two women were in the middle of the 4-person crew, and everyone was lying on top of all the covers, she really had no choice than to remain nude without covers.

Eventually, we all rolled out of bed and put on our clothes. We thanked my buddy’s girl for her hospitality in letting us sleep over. My buddy, then, walked us out to our car and said, “Well, we’ll have to do this again soon.” I readily agreed with him, but, then, my wife said, “Don’t count on it.” I think I enjoyed her more while she was drunk. As we drove away, I saw the neighbors peering out their windows at us. I bet they wished they could have been there.