He said that I was a very lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife. We had a very delicious meal for dinner, with too much red wine.As we finished ther..., Fred suggested we could go to their place for some more drinks.Once at their home, Stella motioned to Ana to follow her into the kitchen while Fred poured us some glasses of whisky. My friend suddenly said that Brett was his wife Stella’s lover…I gulped my whisky and told Fred that my own wife wanted to have sex with him tonight while I would. Slightly she blew a cloud of fine golden hairs from between his spread buttocksand with a giggle gave them a playful smack."Ouch! That hurt. Stop it. Remember, It s your birthday in a few weeks," he remindedher.She started to tingle all over as she thought about their bargain of giving themselvesto each other as absolute slaves as birthday presents. Then he'd be at her feetobeying her every will as she had to now.He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes. Not long after leaving the man he come to another clearing, this one much larger with a small log house set in the middle. Smoke pours out of the chimney and a gentle breeze pours through brushing past to settle onto the clothes hanging out on a line just out behind the house. He feels the tug even more in the direction of the house and as he takes a step forward his heart skips a beat and he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes go wide and tears well in his eyes. Before him hanging the last of. There was a table full of freezer boxes full of beer, champagne on the tables, there was even a shot counter, every had too much to drink and a lot were sick in the bushes down the side of the house.As the night went on people either left to go home or they found a empty room for them and their partner, I let my best friend Mitch have my room with his girlfriend Lucy, as I said I would crash on the sofa.But as you are aware from my previous story I don't sleep on the sofa, more like sleep with.