A couple unknown to me circled into our orbit and I excused myself to return to Susan and Marci. They were chatting away in their usual cocoonish manner.
“There you are,” said Susan. “I saw you talking with Harold and Meg.”
“Yes. They say hello.”
“Did you give them an update?” She smiled at Marci as she said this.
“Yes. I mean no—what are you talking about?”
“Nothing. I need to hit the head. Excuse me.” Susan went off to the bathroom, leaving Marci and me alone.
“What was she talking about, Marci? What update?”
“Don’t be coy, Ryan. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Really. I don’t know what she means.”
“Susan said you told the guy about her underwear mishap, so she was joking you told them about your little show the other night for Greg. That was pretty cheeky. We never fucked for an audience.”
“It wasn’t exactly like that, and no, I didn’t mention it to Harold or Meg.” She rolled her eyes in response.
“Whatever,” she said. “Susan really loved it by the way. She said ‘epic’ again.”
“Really? Well, she was right.”
“She said you came on her face too.”
“Jesus... Did she tell you that? I didn’t, really. Let’s just say there was some spillage.”
“It got there somehow... So what’s next? You two going to invite Greg for a sleepover? I’m jealous.”
“No. That’s not on the agenda.”
“Like you’d know… Anyway. You two seem very happy. That makes me happy too.”
“Thanks. I think we are very happy. What did you mean when you said like you’d know?”
“I don’t know. Nothing.”
“Come on.”
“Okay, if you’re going to get all pushy and stuff… I think your wife is really opening up.”
“Clearly. So am I.”
“I mean, really opening up. She’s excited about this weekend, by the way.”
“The nude sunbathing is still on?”
“Of course. I can’t wait.”
“Why? What’s it going to do for you, anyway?”
“I don’t know, really. It just gets me going, you know, flashing your neighbor, you being in the picture. You may recall we used to be lovers, Ryan.”
“I know that.”
“Well, I still have feelings, you know…”
“I’ll be honest, I never really understood what happened there.” The bourbon, as well as the two drinks with Susan before leaving the house, had loosened me up. Otherwise, I never would have brought it up. As Marci was about to reply, Susan returned.
“I’m back!” she said, quite merrily. “I talked to Meg.”
“Good,” I said.
“She seemed very friendly.”
Why did she stress the “very”? I felt I might be on the cusp of losing control but I wasn’t quite sure of what. Before I could say anything, a bell instructed us to be seated for dinner and the auction.
∞∞∞
“Yay! You won!” said Marci, now a bit tipsy.
“I didn’t win anything,” I said. “I’ve just dropped four grand for a trip to Mexico.”
“Yeah, but you won the bid, right? So, which one of us are you going to take to Mexico?” Both Susan and Marci gave me pleading eyes which involved fluttering their eyelashes.
“I suppose I should give you two the tickets and stay home. I could use the rest.”
“Yay!” said Marci. “That works for me.”
“Honey, I could never leave you behind,” said Susan.
“He could go with me,” said Marci. “Then Susan can stay home and get some rest.”
“Would you like that, honey? A little memory lane trip with your old lover?”
“I’m not old,” protested Marci.
“And you wouldn’t mind?” I asked.
“Not if it would make you happy, dear,” she said, laughing. They were both pretty tipsy.
“There’s plenty of time to decide.” I did find the idea of flying off with Marci intriguing. A week ago this would have never entered my mind. Nor would have making love to my wife with the curtains open so our neighbor could watch us, or on the deck either for that matter.
I had noticed all evening Marci’s demeanor was of a different kind, much more chummy, even flirty. Once, she put her hand on my forearm while making a point, and then left it there after her point was made. It didn’t feel unnatural that she would be touching me in this way, but it was a wifely maneuver, like an I’m with him tag. Susan noticed and didn’t seem to mind.
Marci’s dress, much like Meg’s, showed a lot of cleavage and I had trouble not staring at her wonderful breasts. I had fond memories of spending many happy hours with them. During our brief cohabitation, she often went around in various states of undress. Susan was less inclined to though this seemed to be changing. That morning she had arrived in the kitchen wearing nothing but panties. It was a first.
“So,” said Marci, after concluding their reprised discussion of them leaving me to run off to Mexico together. “What’s next for you guys? Have you tried screwing in an elevator? They’ve got them here if you want to have a go. I’ll watch our things.”
“Oh, you have to come too, Marci. We can have a threesome.” Susan was definitely drunk now.
“Some other time, perhaps,” I said. Susan managed a frown and, surprisingly, it looked sincere. The function was winding down. Susan yawned and I took this as our cue to leave. We said goodbye to Marci and wandered off to the parking lot to find our car.
“Here it is,” I said, stating the obvious. I clicked the FOB to open the doors.
“Click it again,” said Susan. I did so without thinking, being the type to follow directions. The rear door locks popped up and Susan climbed into the back.
“What are you doing? Do you need to lay down? You can recline the front seat.”
“Join me.”
“Back there? Why?”
She gave me a look as she raised her bottom off the seat and pulled her panties down. She then pulled her dress off over her head. Why she did things in that order I didn’t know but the result
