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27 Jul 2019

The Indy Orgy

We were on a Memorial Day weekend flight to Indianapolis for the race (do I have to tell you which race?), having been given the tickets for the flight and the race just two days before.

They came from my sister’s boyfriend Seth — they couldn’t go because of an emergency.

In casual in-flight conversation I reminded Erin that (for reasons too complicated to go into here) I never got a gift for my last birthday. She apologized and asked what a man who has everything could ever want as a re ward for the huge feat of completing 45 years on earth.

As it happened, the previous year before Erin had given me the best gift ever: our first visit to a swingers’ club. So, brushing off her sarcasm, I loaded my voice with all the sexual innuendo I could and said, “I’m not looking for anything store-bought. I’ll bet if you use your imagination you could think of something.”

She smirked and went back to reading the in-flight magazine. Taking the high road, I switched my attention to the race. I was really excited, having never been to an Indy 500. Seth had told us that two of his coworkers on a local race team would be on the same flight, and that we four would be staying at the home of his friend Stan, who was heavily involved in the Indy racing scene.

At one point I went to the rest room in the back of the plane and on returning found Erin talking with a guy across the aisle from us. He was in fact one of Seth’s coworkers, Raymond. Having heard us mention Seth’s name, he introduced himself to Erin, and now introduced Seth’s other coworker, Patrick. Both guys were mid to late 20s and very good-looking, and seemed nice. Erin bought the four of us drinks and, ever generous, invited the guys to share our rental car. They thanked her but said that Stan, the guy whose house we were staying at, was picking them up at the airport.

It didn’t take long for the drinks to start affecting Erin. She becomes gregarious to the point of being flirtatious, which pleases rather than disturbs me. Her interest was heightened by the fact that Raymond, a light-complexioned black guy, had what she would later call “mesmerizing green eyes,” and Patrick, a tall, tanned blond, had what she calls “the classic beach-bum look,” which she’s a sucker for.

When Erin got up to go to the rest room, the guys checked her out head to toe. If she hadn’t already been showing enough skin, she returned with her low-cut red top showing even more of her generous tits and her short, tight white miniskirt, pulled up so high that it barely covered her pantiless ass. This had me thinking, “Maybe we have something here!” And as conversation continued, I saw from the way the guys stole glances at Erin’s tits whenever she looked away that they were enjoying more than her friendly demeanor.

When we landed, both guys jumped up to help Erin pull her carry-on down. Out of recognition for their kindness — and for the hots they were showing for my wife — I let them follow her off the plane, expecting that she’d be swaying her bubble butt even more than usual.

Inside the terminal the guys hurried over to a guy we assumed was Stan. They introduced us to him, and while he shook my hand he stared at Erin and whispered, “Ohmygosh, what have we here?” Erin extended her hand to Stan, but, not content with a handshake, he wrapped his huge guns around her and gave her a bear hug. He was sporting a racing T-shirt with the sleeves cut off to show off his highly muscular physique, with heavily tattooed bodybuilder-type arms. Despite Erin’s efforts to remain nonchalant, I knew she was checking out Stan’s package every time she could. I couldn’t help but think things might get interesting this weekend!

Stan insisted that I ditch the rental car, but I insisted that I still wanted it. I have a thing about always having a car when we travel so I can go where I want, when I want. But we happily accepted his offer of a lift to the car-rental office and piled into his SUV. Stan insisted “the lady” ride shotgun, so Raymond, Patrick and I hopped in back.

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