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Wait did that really happen? (revised)

The year my wife and I move to the Bossier City, everything became new to us: New career, new city and state, new house, new friends, etc. The New Year Eve party at a local lifestyle club was when we decided to get our feet wet and eventually take a plunge into the lifestyle. Let's not focus on that aspect of our life. We'll save those juicy details for another story.

Let's rewind back to the month of October, the year 2013. We were still new to the area and wanting to start making friends. We had played a little bit in the lifestyle, so at the time weren't new to the concept. After a few months we finally made some friends on the street perpendicular to ours. They were hosting a party over at their place and inquired if we'd be interested in wanting to attend. It was our first vanilla party in town to be invited to. Our new friendly neighbors (whom we've met on SLS before) explain that it's their Halloween Bash they were throwing for their vanilla friends. This is a party, so were we going to turn it down? Hell no! Our costume idea for the party was a couples costume. Well, we're both of a nerdy nature, so the safe choice had to be Mario and Luigi. I was Luigi and the Mrs. was Mario.

We arrive at their house around 8:30 p.m. Our neighborhood was a fairly new one built no longer than 2 years ago at that time. Most houses looked uniform and similar. The only one that stood out was the two story house with a small porch, half-opened garage door, and multiple bodies walking inside the front door. The party was pulsing loud with music as we arrive and notice other amazing costumes there as well: two guys dressed as Walter White and Jesse Pinkman in their chem-suits, monster movie classics, Jack Skellington, and some other unrecognizable costumes thrown in to the mix.

We meet our friends inside and are greeted to all of the new faces. "D", our male host friend and "A", the female host friend, offers us lite beer and trashcan punch in their kitchen. That first hour of the party we're all getting to know each of their close friends. It didn't take many drinks to start feeling the vibe from the drinks mesh with the festive atmosphere. We all begin to migrate to the living room where everyone was mingling and dancing to the music.

I noticed everyone in their costumes drinking and dancing and grinding on each other during the real dirty songs on the playlist. The music was loud and I was barely able to hear my wife or anyone else in the room. I would just nod in acknowledgement to anyone that spoke to me. The wife and I begin dancing. People were cheering us on! We weren't sure if it's because it was sexy to them or if it was because Mario was rubbing ass into Luigi's crotch, either way we were having fun.

The night took a turn and started to feel like a scene from the Hangover: Jesse Pinkman kicks a hole in the wall, some parent brought their baby to the party and left him in the middle of the living room, and other crazy shenanigans that I couldn't even begin to describe were all happening at once. It quickly turned into chaos as a fight broke out and ensured my wife's safety by clutching her to away from the scene. Needless to say, the fight was broken up, and the two people fighting were asked to leave. I caught myself as I begin to feel light headed from added consumed alcohol.

I ask my wife, "Do you want to get out of here soon?" .She looks around and then eventually answer me, "I think I still want to party a little bit more. Is it okay if we stay a bit longer?"

I answer her question, "I don't mind if you want to stay longer, but I need to get up earlier for work tomorrow." She replies with, "Okay, I won't stay out too much longer." I assured her of her decision, gave her a kiss goodnight, and walked out of the room.

After taking a step outside onto the front porch, I decided to take a breather and see if I recognized anyone else coming to the party. The cool air made me forget the insanity inside. I sit on our friend's front porch for a few minutes, taking in the moonlit night.

It was then I noticed a very short curvy Hispanic girl wearing a Pixie costume walking up to the house in high heals. She was shorter than my wife and had a very dark and exotic complexion with long black hair that flowed down to her lower back. Her rich dark eyes notices me and before entering she asks, "Where's your brother?" Her accent was thick, but she spoke perfect English.

I was confused at first, but she then pointed to my costume. A lightbulb lit, and then I replied back, "Oh! He's still dancing inside." I laugh awkwardly. She laughs, and we introduce each other. We exchange information about ourselves like: where we worked, relationship status, how long we lived in the area, etc. I found out she had worked in the hospital close to where I worked, and she knew where I worked as well.

The conversation went on for a few more minutes. Normally, small talk conversations don't last this long, but I didn't display any interests or try to get her to be interested in me. I just enjoyed the conversation and the relaxing October evening.

I ask her where she's originally from, and she tells me Colombia. Intrigued, I ask her, "Cartagena? Bogota...?" hanging from those words, she replies, "Baranquilla. I'm surprised you know some of the cities!" Happily, I replied, "I've worked with people from Colombia, and it's one of my dream vacation spots. I would like to visit someday, before I'm too old, but right now it's on my bucket list." Our exchanging of stories continues on for a more minutes.

She tells me "Well, I'm going to go inside. Are you coming in?" I shake my head, "No, I think I'm going to go home. I know, I'm being a party pooper, but I have work early in the morning." Pixe asks, "What about your wife? Is she cool with you leaving her at the party?" With confidence, I assure her, "We have friends watching out for her." Pixie smiles, and says "Okay, just making sure." Pixie gives me a wink and waves goodbye. I didn't think much of it and then leave to go back home.

I fall asleep after making it home. I must have been asleep for only 3 to 4 hours. I awake to hear my wife had returned from the party. She's giggling and I could hear the sounds of kissing, moaning, heavy breathing, and the rustle of clothing being shifted. Footsteps begin creaking up the stairs as I recognize her walking up softly. I notice her waiting in the doorway to our room with another silhouette behind her.

My wife asks "Babe, is it cool if Pixie stays the night with us?" I must have done a triple take, because I still believed I was asleep. I reply back with, "Absolutely!" They both begin taking off their clothes and slip into bed. The situation felt surreal, as if I had been pulled into a porn scene. My wife gently caresses her ass as they are tongue deep into each other's mouths. I just laid there watching everything unraveling before me. Pixie rotates her body on top of her and to 69. Moaning ensues, and wet sounds of their tongues lathing the insides each other's lavias begin making me harder than anything I've ever witnessed.

After 10 minutes of them pleasuring each other, Pixie then gives me the come hither gesture with her finger. I slowly inch my way to her. I look over at my wife. She had the sexiest look in her eyes. It was like a live performance for her. She waited to see my reaction from enjoying the flesh of another woman. I lean over and taste Pixie's soft lips against mine. I could smell the alcohol from the party, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the foreign curvature of her lips and tongue.

She pushes me down closer towards her legs. I move my head towards her pussy. It was a wild flower of soft pink inside gushing with juices just begging to be sampled. I begin tasting a whole new sensation of flavors. She tasted of mango and spices. Her clitoris was so small, it took some digging with the tip of my tongue to eventually locate it. Her deep moans echo off the walls, and my wife silences them with her kiss to Pixie's.

Pixie then begs me, "Put your cock in me! Fuck me!" I slip a condom on, and then slowly plow my tempered cock into her warm, wet pussy. It was tight, so tight I felt the circulation begin to cut off inside her. The more I thrusted inside her, the tighter she clenched down on it. Her body quivered and then she pushes me off of her. I fall on my back as my head hits a pillow. Immediately, Pixie hops on to my manhood and moves her pussy slowly up and down, repeatedly, gaining a faster rhythm. My wife mounts her pussy on top of my face as they begin to kiss each other. This goes on for what felt like all night. After enough stimulation my wife begins to cum all over face.

Not even a minute later, the tightness of her pussy abruptly clenches the hardest I felt that night and then I begin to feel her warm fluids run down my balls and onto the sheets. I rush of sensations overwhelm me. I slip my cock out, rip off the condom and then cum on Pixie's tits.

All three of us laid down with our eyes open, exhausted and satisfied for a few minutes until we drifted off asleep.

I woke up from alarm to go to work. I could see them cuddled next to each other. Eventually, I left home after taking a shower and getting dressed. At work, I couldn't stop thinking of the night that transpired. Fortunately for me, it was a short shift that day.

I convinced myself that this was just a one night stand, a freebie, a one time thing. I couldn't possibly see this happening again anytime soon. To my surprise, when I returned home, I walk upstairs to see Pixie and my wife were in bed, right where I left them, waiting for me to come home and ravage them again.

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