“Yeah, I guess you’re right Connie.” I teased. “Let’s not return his call. I kind of wanted to take in a movie tonight.”
Poor Connie did her best to hide her disappointment.
“Connie, I’m pulling your leg… I thought last night was the hottest thing I’d ever seen! I’m gonna leave it up to you, but honey, whatever you want to do, I’ll be fine with it.”
Connie looked relieved. “You dirty son of a bitch. I didn’t know you were putting me on. “So it would be okay with you if I fucked Paul again?” You won’t think I’m being cheap and slutty if I want more?”
“Well, to be honest Connie, I kind of get off on you being cheap and slutty! Heck it’s a little late to be getting second thoughts. Just admit you liked it. Go on, pick up the phone and see what he has to say…It’s obvious you want to!!”
“I love you Mark! As long as you’re sure about it. Last night was really good!”
Still trying not to appear too eager, my wife reached for the phone. I sat waiting patiently while Connie listened to the message. It was a long one, and there was no need for her to tell me it was Paul. By the time she hung up the phone she was practically glowing. She looked at me excitedly.
“Paul wants us to come to a party!”
“What kind of a party honey? What time, and where is it?”
“Somewhere in the Fillmore district, wherever that is. Paul said it’s at his place. He said we’d never find it on our own so if we want to go, we’re to meet him at a place called the Sheba lounge at nine thirty tonight. All the cabbies know where Sheba’s is and his house is near there. We’ll have a couple of drinks first, and then we’ll head over to the party. He said he thinks we’re really cool, and he knows his friends will like us. Says there’ll be lots of good music, and loads of food. It sounds really neat! Can we go Mark? Please?”
“Gee I don’t know Connie. I thought he’d say he wanted to come over here again. Last night was one thing, but what do we really know about this guy? What if him and his friends turn out to be some kind of axe murderers or something?”
“You mean its okay to fuck him, but it’s not okay to party with him?” Connie pouted. “Come on Mark! Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds? If he didn’t attack us yesterday, he sure as heck won’t be doing it at a party! Don’t you think if he was dangerous, he would have done something last night, for Pete’s sake?”
Connie had me there. The kid could have easily overpowered me if he’d wanted to, and if he’d given off any dangerous vibes I never would have let her fuck him. What the hell, why not, I thought. We hadn’t been to a party in ages. It would probably be good for us to mix with some younger people for a change. Besides, maybe after the party Paul would come back to the hotel and fuck her again.
“Okay sweetheart, I guess you’re right. We can go…Call him back and let him know we’ll be there. I just hope we’re not the only white people there though, or we’ll stick out like a pair of sore thumbs.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, honey. Paul’s message said there was going to be some other cool white couples there too. I think it sounds like a lot of fun. And you never know,” she said with a little smile as she dialed his number. “He just might want to come back with us to the hotel afterwards for a nightcap.”