Merie curtsied.“I would be delighted, sir,” she said in a Southern drawl. “I will have to make sure there are no familial engagements. But I ten...atively accept.”And everything was in place for her surprise party by late evening Friday. Brock had been watching Merie for her taste in vehicles and he found as long as it was small and cute she was happy. He suggested a Volkswagen convertible and Sam picked out one that almost matched Merie’s eyes.Brock told Merie he wouldn’t be able to visit on. Originally it made it easier to think my wife was making up these stories but my best friend confirmed after reluctantly admitting to it in some detail. A short time later I began to entertain more of these thoughts and frequently found myself strangely aroused. During sex we would talk about her fucking men we knew and she would moan in approval even suggesting shed be a good lil slut and the best fuck he ever had. With her bedroom eyes glazed over with lust she would openly fantasize of these. ‘So uh… my friends wanted you to come up for a game.’ She told me, biting her lip. I looked at her. ‘Did they now?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘So you expect me to come up there with the Bitch Squad and play ‘a game’?’ I asked her, sitting up and pausing the game, saving quickly. ‘Look, Jeff. I know they’re mean and spiteful, but they’re my friends. I’ve known them since I was a kid,’ She admitted. I looked at her. She looked like she was told to come down here and get me upstairs for the game and if she didn’t,. The girls started to wank us slowly and after the 3rd rubbish drink and 3 scotches I saw that he was losing precum, so I said to get going. We went to a couple more bars, no girls and I could see that he was really tipsy so said to get a taxi back to camp. When we got back I practically had to carry him to our room, drpped him onto his bed, and he seemed to pass out. Got him up, pulled off his shirt, socks and sandals, the decided that I'd like to see him naked, so undid his belt, pulled.