I don’t recall how I got home or much else for the rest of the night.As Marge would later tell me, we were the first two to get up from the table an... said our good-byes. The two of us stood outside and waited for our rides. Darkness had fallen and in the dim light of the lone light bulb on the building we swapped spit.It was not until Friday afternoon that I was beginning to feel human again. I had dinner in the oven for the wife and me when she arrived home from work. As she entered and closed. She wore lingerie, bought toys, and even let Will play with her backdoor during cowgirl sex. But nothing broke them of their boring sex life. ‘Well, at least I get to go to a party on Friday! I haven’t been to a Halloween party since college. And this time, I get to slut it up… even if Will ditched our costume.’ Zaya Bennett had been looking forward to Friday evening, since 8 a.m. on Monday. Lately, her job had been so stressful, that the thought of going to work made her sick to her stomach.. I was traveling to the city with one of my hockey buddies to play in a hockey tournament. My ass was sore from sitting down all the way but it was fairly comfortable considering I wore track pants and a T shirt. I stand at 5ft10 inches, and my buddy is 6ft2 and is alot bigger than me. I had short, brown hair at the time, with some meat to my butt cause im a hockey goalie but with an athletic build. Im flexible as well. My buddy is bigger, with brown hair, is tall, but fairly slender and strong.. “You guys ready?” I looked over at Amanda and Jeanette seeing them nod. I turned my attention to Jenna. “Ready for what?” Jenna smiled. “For the sex games.” I looked at her completely confused. Jenna saw my confusion after a few seconds. “Didn’t the girls tell you?” I slowly shook my head. Sex Games? What the fuck is that? I didn’t know whether to be confused or be mad or some combination of the two. God I hate it when they, meaning Amanda and Jeanette, spring surprises on me. The least.