After three or four dances with Kristen, I whispered that I needed to talk to Michelle. Kristen suggested, “Let’s go sit and rest. Maybe they will...too and you can ask Brett’s permission to dance with her.” I thought that would feel kind of weird, asking another man for permission to dance with my own wife!Kristen was right. Shortly after we sat down, Brett and Michelle did so as well. We sat and visited, drinking our drinks while I got up my courage to ask Michelle to dance. Shortly after,. Anyway, it was about 9:30 p.m. when I wandered out of O’Toole’s pub. I turned the corner onto Main St. and was hit by a Mack truck. At least, it felt like a Mack truck. A big ham fist caught me square in the chest, then another quickly caught me on the side of the head. I went down like a sack of hammers. I looked up from the sidewalk, dazed, at three very large men standing over me. The biggest of them said, “Lou wants to see ya. Now.” With that, his partners picked me up and chucked me in. " You're not the average, garden-variety college girl, Elaine."With a sheepish grin, she responded, "You say the sweetest things, Sir." Suddenly remembering she hadn't answered his question, Elaine broke his gaze. "And um," she whispered. "About my dress... I just meant when I sit, I'm going to leave a wet spot at the back of it." She blushed crimson. "Much better," said Gary. "Good girl." Elaine slid her arms from around him as he took her shoulders in his hands. "Look at me." She did. He was. I guessed it would be relatively normal - until we all started to have sex with each other.I'd arranged to be joined by three males and one other female. Two of the three males were known to Dan and I, one we had had a threesome with the year before - his name was Kevin. We had found he was such a great guy that we kept in touch. He'd always said to bear him in mind if we ever needed his assistance again, also that he would love any chance to fuck Amber again. Amber was certainly looking.