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bethewiz · 5 years

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Tempted with a good time

Spring of 2018 the wife and I were invited to a wedding at an all inclusive, lifestyle friendly resort in Mexico. I have known the bride for over 20 years and the groom has been a dear friend since the day I met him. That being said, they are not lifestyle people.

The first 2 days were standard all inclusive behavior. Everyone drank and ate until they could no longer participate. Everyone except me. I had been alcohol free for over a year. I had also been trying to loose weight so the all you can eat dining was counter productive. By dinner the second day, I didn’t have room for anymore food and decided to go for a walk instead of joining the group.

I walked around the resort for almost 2 hours. While walking, I met 2 women who had just returned from a shopping/drinking excursion and were having trouble finding their room. They were very friendly and beautiful. I talked to them for quite a while and walked with them to guest services so they could ask where their room was. We eventually found their room and before I left, we made plans to meet for lunch the next day.

I went back and talked to my wife about the events of the evening and it turned into an arguement. She was drunk and had no interest in hearing about me talking to other women. The next morning wasn’t any better so I didn’t follow through with my lunch plans and instead decided to fall off the wagon and drink.

It didn’t take long. The wife realized how this was going to end and greatly reduced her alcohol intake so she could try to keep me out of trouble. I still managed to find my way back to the room of the girls I met the night before and invited them to dinner with our group. The beauty of this was, the wife was actually enjoying the return of drunk me and decided to help me on my quest to play.

At dinner my wife and I got to know our new friends and quickly realized one wanted to play and the other was trying to make sure they both behaved. We actually recruited some help from some of the others in our group to split the 2 of them up. One of our friends distracted the “good girl” while my wife and I snuck off to our room with the playful one. She was an angel

When we got to our room, things went far better then I could have imagined. We played for hours, taking breaks as needed. Usually one of us watching while the other 2 put on a show. My wife even took a long hot shower to give us some one on one time.

My wife had been partying hard for 3 days and that combined with multiple orgasms finally took its toll. She passed out on my right shoulder while Angel snuggled and chatted with me on my left. We eventually moved to the other bed and fucked some more. Now that she was more comfortable with me, she didn’t hesitate to make requests. She wanted to be spanked, smacked and chocked. She eventually wore me out and I asked for a break. I held her in my arms until she fell asleep and then moved back to the bed with my wife.

Early the following afternoon, my wife and I finally awoke. Angel had left without waking us. We gathered ourselves and met up with the wedding party for lunch. Some of them had spoke with Angel that morning in the hall and all of them were full of questions and comments about our escapades.

We still had one more night at the resort and I decided to drink again since it had gone so well the night before. When we finally ran into Angel, she and I were able to pick right back up where we had left off. I asked my wife if it was ok if we played again and we also discussed the possibility of her getting a new toy. By toy I mean “boy toy”. Once she wrapped her head around the idea, it didn’t take her long to pick one out.

The guy she picked was tall, good looking and well endowed, but it didn’t take long to realize he was inexperienced and a little shy. It didn’t help that my wife was drunk and enjoying playing head games with him. I believe his name was Ed.

He was a little uncomfortable with the idea of going back to our room with the 3 of us, but as long as Angel and I let him and my wife have a little space, they were able to chat and get to know each other. When he finally decided to stop being afraid, I told her to go ahead and take him back to the room and that we’d join them in a bit.

About 30 minutes later, Angel and I headed back to the room to find my wife there alone. When we asked what happened, she explained that he hadn’t followed her to the room. She actually thought I had sent her to the room alone and was mad at me. The three of us went for a walk and found Ed right back where we had originally met him. This time I dropped him and the wife back at the room and went for a walk on the beach with Angel.

After a while we headed back to the room again. This time things seemed to be going well. When we walked in they were fucking missionary style on one of the beds so Angel and I played on the other bed for a bit. It quickly became obvious that our presence was making the boy toy uncomfortable so we went out and played on the balcony.

When we came back in, boy toy was apologizing for his inability to keep his dick hard and my wife was trying to suck it back to life. She eventually convinced him that it wasn’t a problem, but if he felt it was and wanted to make it up to her, he could eat her pussy for a while.

Angel and I left for a bit to give them more one on one time. We walked and talked and joked about the struggles my wife was currently going through. When we came back to the room an hour or so later, my wife was alone. She said things had gone better after we left and that she had had fun.

Angel and I tried to play with my wife at this point and she told us no. She said she wanted to watch us fuck. Feeling confident and cocky at this point, I decided to tie Angel up. I didn’t even ask her. I just went to my bag, grabbed some rope and tied her arms behind her and up to her neck so that the rope could choke her if she chose to pull her hands down. I then bent her over, on her knees, on the bed. I held her head up by a handful of hair and fucked her doggy style. When she wasn’t pulling the rope and choking herself she was asking me to fuck her harder.

Somehow, during all our activity, the mattress shifted and I almost fell off the bed. I said “oh fuck” and her response was “you ok? You’re not having a heart attack are you?”

Let’s not forget that during all this, my wife is sitting in a chair in the corner watching us. After the heart attack comment I figured I should take a break. I went and took a shower. While I was taking my shower, Angel asked if she could invite a friend to the room.

When I got out of the shower, her friend was already there. He was sitting on the bed with her and asking my wife all kinds of awkward questions. He also told us all about the married man he had just banged in the ass while his wife was at the bar.

It was already 4 am and we had to head to the airport at 9 am. The wife and I both had no interest in playing with our new guest so we decided to go room to room and see who we knew that was still up. Angel and her friend walked with us. The couple who’s wedding we had made this trip for was up and packing. They had to be to the airport 2 hours before us. When we went into their room, Angel and her friend said goodbye.

We chatted with the newly weds until they had to leave then went back to our room, packed and headed to the airport.

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bethewiz · 6 years

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Why I’m Here

My wife and I have been married since 2012. We are ravers. We are swingers. For the first 2 years of our marriage, we both pretended that we wanted to be in a monogamous relationship and even tried attending church together.

In our younger years, long before we had met, we had both been regulars in the underground club scene. Raving until dawn had been a way of life, but both of us had given it up to be parents and spouses. We had children, got married, and we had both spent over a decade on a failed relationship.

In 2014, I watched a documentary on EDC Vegas on Netflix. I watched it several times actually and shared it with my wife. We talked about how fun that looked and decided to go if we could work it out. It took her less than 72 hours to have everything booked. Flights, A week long stay in Vegas, Tickets to EDC and tickets to a pool party at one of the big casinos on the strip.

Our first couple days in Vegas were the usual. We drank a lot and donated way to much to the casinos. The day before EDC, we went to a hotel pool party. We decided to get a poolside bed so we could relax and shortly after sitting down a Cuban couple approached us and the husband asked if they could buy us some drinks and sit with us. They had also brought molly and offered to share that as well.

The girl hardly spoke any English. Luckily my wife spoke enough Spanish to communicate with her. We spent the entire day with them. When it was time to go I paid our $1200 bar tab and we headed back to their hotel to relax and figure out a plan for the night. They already had tickets to a club and we tried to get tickets as well. I was on the phone with someone from the club when the lights in the room went out. The cute little Cuban girl started to climb on me and I wasn’t in any frame of mind to even question it. We kind of made out while I was still on the phone with the ticket guy. He was telling me the show was sold out and that he couldn’t help me, but he was enjoying the Cuban girls comments too much to hang up. She had taken off all her clothes and I was playing with her pussy. I stuck a finger in and she smacked me across the face, so I took the finger back. She then said something in Spanish and went back to making out with me.

The guy on the phone was laughing his ass off. He was so entertained by what he was hearing, he hooked us up with tickets for the show. They were reserved in our name at will call and we could pay when we got there. He said he understood that I was a little busy. After I got off the phone, the 4 of us laughed about it and went back to playing.

At this point, I didn’t think this was actually going to be anything more than a make out session. I had been smacked for fingering her and she was the only one naked. I talked to my wife to make sure she was ok hanging here a little longer and after she said yes, it didn’t take long for the adorable drunk Cuban girl to get back into things.

She started playing with my dick through my shorts and once it was hard she took it out. I then held her down on the bed, kissed her neck and nipples then worked my way down and licked her pussy a little. Once it was sloppy wet I kissed my way back up to her neck and slid a finger into her again. To my surprise, she slapped me again and started ranting in Spanish. I had no clue what she was saying and I was utterly confused.

Her husband was on the other bed making out with my wife, who was still fully dressed as far as I could tell in the almost completely dark room. He told me that I needed to wear a condom. I told him I would if we were going to fuck and that I had only put a finger in so far. He explained that to her and she commented back in Spanish. They and my wife all laughed so hard it took them a moment to explain the joke. She had smacked me both times because she thought I had stuck my dick in her without a condom. Her last comment after finding out it was my finger translated to “my, what big fingers you have”.

We all laughed for a bit about it and decided to have another drink. They also decided to do more molly and that turned out to be a horrible idea. Shortly after she took it, she threw up all over the bed. We moved her to the other bed and she threw up all over it. The night came to a sudden halt for our new Cuban friends. We bid them farewell and headed back to our hotel.

After we left their hotel, my wife explained that the husband had almost fucked her as well. She was feeling left out by my behavior and he was giving her attention, even if it wasn’t what she wanted. He had pulled his dick out and she had played with it for a while, but it wasn’t any bigger than my middle finger. And it was then I understood why I got smacked.

We never saw them again. The next day was the first day of EDC and once we got there, we were hooked for life. The lights, music and the people were all intoxicating. We had scored a little molly from the Cuban couple and took it just before we entered the festival. We danced all night and then went back to our hotel and took a short nap before heading back to the festival.

Day 2 we couldn’t find any drugs. It turns out that I looked like an undercover cop to most of the people here. We were sober and if I had my head on right, that wouldn’t have been a problem. But, I let it get to me. What frustrated me even more was that my wife wouldn’t try to score. She was too shy. I told her she really wouldn’t even have to try, just be herself and there is a chance someone here would give us some molly. She thought I was crazy.

I finally came up with a solution. I sat her down at a table near the food court and asked her what she wanted to eat. She told me she’d go with me to get the food and I said “no need. Just take a break. Rest your legs. You’re already going to be sore tomorrow.”

I left her there for 10 minutes. I came back with sandwiches and drinks. She had 2 Canadian men sitting with her. They were dressed in lederhosen and had already given her 2 doses of molly. She gave me my dose, introduced me to the guys and then whispered “fuck you, why do you always have to be right”.

So, that’s why I’m here. Between the music scene, the drugs and the desire to fuck people outside of my marriage, I’m finding it hard to have a healthy conversation about my life with anyone. Maybe sharing it anonymously with everyone will help me to work through it all.

#raver #swinger #thewiz

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bethewiz · 6 years

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Welcome to OZ

This is the story of our first expedition into the lifestyle in July of 2016. For those who do not know, “the lifestyle” is what swingers call swinging. To be part of this lifestyle, you must know how to play by the rules. Etiquette, manners and respect are expected. We had been freelancing up to this point.

My wife had been doing some research into swinging and found a hotel takeover party about an hour drive away from where we lived. We could have found something near home, but we were a little nervous about running into people we know. The hotel was completely booked, so we had to book our room at the overflow hotel.

All the details of this trip are fairly standard and boring until we got to the party, so I’m just going to get right to it. We had to pre-register with SLS (swingers lifestyle) and as soon as we walked into the hotel, they had tables set up for check in. All of the windows had been covered completely. You couldn’t see into or enter this hotel unless you were on the list.

After we checked in, we walked through another set of doors and were immediately approached by an energetic little woman. Her name for the sake of this story will be Miss Conductor. She introduced herself and asked if we’d like a tour. Of course we couldn’t say no.

Our tour started with the indoor pool area. A dance floor had been set up next to the pool and a DJ was playing all the over played pop hits from the 80’s and 90’s. The area was completely surrounded by 2 floors of rooms overlooking it. Several of the rooms had their doors open and people were moving from room to room socializing. One room had a couple who had stocked and opened a full serve, free bar. Another had massage tables set up and you could get a massage with a donation. She walked us around, introducing us to everyone. It quickly became apparent that most of the people here were regulars to this event. Everyone was excited to meet new people. All the attention my wife draws in a normal club was multiplied by 10 here.

The next step of the tour was the outdoor pool area where we were introduced to a couple that for this story, I’ll refer to as Dick and Jane. We found out that it was Miss Conductors birthday and she had some celebrating to do, so she left us with Dick and Jane, and they gave us the rest of the tour.

Our new tour guides were a little intimidating, but in a good way. They had peaked my wife’s interest, and it made it easy for her to talk to them. Dick was at least 6’6” tall and wearing a speedo that made his cock look like a python trying to wrap around his waist. Jane was a cute blonde, a little on the thick side for my taste, but seeing what she was working with daily, she needed a little extra cushion.

They took us back into the hotel and gave us the tour of the dungeon. The hotel conference room had been split into several small play areas with curtains. Each area contained some sort of device or hardware that looked as though it had been designed to persuade a witch to confess. We walked through, opening each curtain as we passed and spent a brief time taking in the sights.

It was amazing how intimately involved some of the people behind these curtains were. Most didn’t even pause or look when we opened their curtain. It made me think of something an ex had once said to me. We were watching porn and I suggested we try something in the video. She responded “Hell no. No woman wants to do that. Porn stars just suffer through it for the money”. After seeing the escapades in this room, my faith in the porn industry was renewed.

After we left the dungeon, We went back to the pool area and met up with 2 other couples who were close friends with Dick and Jane. The 6 of them were all sharing a room. They offered to let us store our stuff in their room and to use their bathroom. Dick and the other 2 men said they had some stuff to take care of and left my wife and I with their ladies.

Once Dick was gone, it didn’t take long for my wife to ask Jane “how are you still able to walk.” She knew exactly what my wife was referring too. She explained “it’s always a little rough to start and I’m always sore the next day.” She also said “the first 2 months we fucked, he couldn’t get it all in.” After a little more friendly conversation, my wife and I decided to set out on our own for a bit.

We stopped by the free bar and had a couple drinks. Then we went to the massage room and donated for a massage. The wife and I each got a 30 minute table massage. We then went back to the free bar and had a couple more drinks. We also noticed that the later it got, the less clothes people wore. We ran back into Dick and his 2 friends at the bar and all 3 were completely naked. This time they introduced themselves as the big dick club. Dick offered to let my wife try it. He even told her he’d only give her half to start, but it would be the bottom half. I could tell she was slightly curious, as well as terrified. It was then that I decided to stop drinking for the night. I realized drunk me was curious to watch my drunk wife make an attempt. And I knew sober me would not be happy with the results tomorrow.

We also met another couple at the bar. Let’s call them Tom and Nicole. My wife wasn’t too impressed with Tom. He was short and awkward, but she was instantly attracted to Nicole. Nicole was blonde, a few inches taller than my wife and I and she had an ass you could play like drums. Nicole was also very aggressive socially and it didn’t take her long to have my wifes full attention.

Once he was sure Nicole was into my wife, Tom pulled me aside for a talk. He told me they weren’t into full swap, but if we wanted to play, we could watch the girls play with each other and then each fuck our own wives. I didn’t even have to ask my wife. She was already on the couch making out with his wife while we had this discussion. He asked if we wanted to head back our room. I said “yes, but we’re not staying in this hotel”. It turned out that they were also in the overflow hotel, so we made plans to meet them at our room in an hour and parted ways.

We went back to Dick and Janes room to get our stuff and were pleasantly surprised by all the sights their room had to offer. The first thing we saw was Miss Conductor. She was riding a well endowed young black man like a pogo stick as he sat in a chair that was being used to hold the room door open. There were 5 people in the first bed all wrapped up like they were playing twister. The other bed was currently being used as a bench for spectators.

Without disturbing Miss Conductor or the 5 way, we gathered our things and talked to Dick and Jane. While talking to them, Miss Conductor reached her climax. She moaned loud, long and uninhibited while everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing and watched. When she finished, some of the people in the room clapped. A couple girls gave her hugs and wished her happy birthday. It was then that we learned the guy she had just mounted was the caboose on her birthday train. Miss Conductor had rode 12 men of her choice in the order she wanted over the course of the evening. I do not know who the other 11 were, but the disappearance of the 3 members of the big dick club earlier now made sense.

With our minds blown, and wondering if we’d ever make it to this level of freaky, we packed up and headed back to the overflow hotel. We took showers and got cleaned up to play. The time we had set to meet with them came and went. My wife and I decided to start playing without them. We were just about to go to bed for the night when there was a knock at the door. The other couple, still very drunk had passed out for a bit when they got back to the hotel, but were now ready to play.

The guy and I started talking. I filled him in on the closing performance we had just witnessed. The girls didn’t have much to say. They had no trouble picking back up where they had left off on the couch back at the party. They took their time and made out, slowly undressing each other and passionately attending to every sensitive part on each others perfect bodies. I have mentioned that my wife is built like Barbie. I don’t mean politically correct Barbie. I’m referring to the big tits, tiny waist and round ass Barbie. The girl she was now playing with was almost as hot. Her tits were natural and perfect and her ass was round and firm. She explained that she runs 10 miles a day minimum just to keep it that way.

I let the other guy kind of run the program. It seemed as though he had done this a few times and knew how to direct the performance. Every once in a while he’d suggest or ask that the girls do something a little different and we’d just watch.

After a while, we joined the girls on the bed. He politely asked if he could touch my wife and gave me permission to touch his. The girls had balled up into a tightly wrapped 69. They were squeezing each other’s head so tightly, I actually had to ask if my wife was ok. I believed I told her to tag me in if she needed some help.

The girls were eventually ready to add some dick to the play and we were both happy to contribute. He fucked his wife and I fucked mine. When we needed a break the girls would go back to playing. I was having a great time and made the mistake of letting go. I didn’t cum inside my wife and although the mess was huge, it was easy to quickly clean up. I guess I should have asked what the etiquette was for this before dropping my load. It didn’t take long to realize that to them, this had been a party fowl. Their vibe instantly changed and It wasn’t long after when they decided to call it a night.

After they left, the wife and I cuddled up and talked about everything that had happened that night. After hitting some of the juicier highlights, we played around until she came and then she passed out in my arms. I could not have asked for a happier ending.

#swingers #ravers #thewiz

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bethewiz · 6 years

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The First Third

I had mentioned that our introduction to the idea of swinging was an unexpected encounter at a pool party the day before EDC Las Vegas in 2014. Although we didn’t actually close the deal, a dialog began that had a tendency to come back up every time we did anything involving the music scene.

It took us just over a year of fantasizing and flirting with the idea before we finally dove in. As much as I had been hopeful that it would be with a woman, it had proven to be almost impossible. My wife is not at all aggressive, she’s never needed to be. She seriously has a guy trying to fuck her every time she gets more than 2 feet away from me, anywhere we go. Even on the occasion that girls show interest in her, they tend to not be her type. We have had conversations with women who were interested in both of us, but my wife struggled with jealousy. After many encounters not quite working out, it became apparent that the only way I’d be able to break through the barriers we were struggling with would be to allow my wife the freedom to open up on her terms.

We were attending a 4 day camping festival and met up with some festi-friends the first day. They were camping with a large group. The funny thing is, I don’t remember who we knew from the group before this event. We have festi-friends from all over the country and have traveled to festivals all over the world. It has become a game to remember where we met all the festi-friends we run into at every event we attend.

The one member of the group I do know we were meeting for the first time, a young man who instantly took an interest in my wife. Not in an awkward or aggressive way, they just connected. He’s a musician, guitar if I remember correctly, and the artsy type. We ran into him off and on, all of the first day.

I had noticed the spark and decided to run with it on day 2. I didn’t say anything to my wife at first. I just kind of kept my distance and talked to other people and allowed her room to connect further. Half way through the day, I pulled her aside and told her that her connection to her new friend was cute. She responded “what?”. I said something along the lines of “you 2 are really hitting it off and if you weren’t married, you’d be into him”. She thought about it for a moment, already knowing what she wanted to say, but looking to see what she could read in my demeanor. She then said, “maybe, sorry, I’ll stay away from him if it’s a problem.”

This is one of those moments in which I learned so many things about my wife, the way she views me and the way she’s sees our relationship. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but apologized and truly meant it. She was willing to walk away from a blossoming friendship, just to avoid any chance that it might offend me. This will be an important topic in future posts. For now, back to the story at hand.

I said “no, don’t be silly. You haven’t done anything wrong. If you would like, you have my permission to invite him to play”. She thought again for a moment, then said “I don’t know. Let’s not rush into anything.” I said “of course not, just have fun.”

The next few hours were a beautiful thing. It was as if my wife had tapped into something being a wife and mother had forced her to turn off. She lit up like a kid on Christmas and it didn’t take her long to decide to extend the invite. Once he knew he was getting laid, he stepped his game up as well.

Once the event shut down for the night, we went back to our tent and had some fun. Everything was going well. Our guest and I took turns fucking my wife and when she could handle it, she sucked one while the other fucked her. This continued for a while with little complication, but then I made a huge mistake. While taking a break to drink some water, my wife suggested we do some special K. It would have been fine if I had just let her and our guest do it, but I didn’t want to be left out.

From that moment on, things were a blur. I started acting stupid. Forthe most part, I had been aware of the wide range of emotions the experience had invoked but they were very subtle and easy to manage. Throwing a veterinary grade tranquilizer into the mix was a horrible idea. At one point I came out of a K hole, jealous and angry because my wife was snuggled up with another man and ignoring me. I tried to get her attention, but the drugs were working very well for her. I smacked her on the cheek a couple times to get her to snap out of it. This caused a small argument and made things awkward for the rest of the night. He wanted to stay and protect her and she felt obligated to diffuse the situation and ask him to leave.

After he left, my wife was in tears. She was hurt and confused by my behavior. I was way out of line and too fucked up to see the situation the way I should have. It didn’t take her long to cry herself to sleep, especially after doing a little more K. I however, could not sleep. Once my head cleared up enough to think straight and see the big picture, I realized the damage my little moment caused and spent most of the night trapped in my own head trying to figure out how to repair the situation.

The next morning ended up being a little rough. My wife was very upset and had every right to be. She would not have done any of that without my permission. I apologized profusely and begged for her forgiveness. She was now convinced that playing with others was a horrible idea, as she had feared. It took every ounce of persuasion I could pull together to convince her to let me try to make it up.

I asked her if she had enjoyed the evening up until the point that I had ruined it and she said yes. I then asked her if she wanted to try again if our guest wanted to come back. I promised to stay sober and make the evening about her, as I should have done. It took a lot of convincing, but she finally agreed.

I then had the awkward task of finding our guest, and apologizing to him for my behavior. I explained to him that this was our first time doing anything like this and that getting that fucked up had been a mistake. I told him that I would greatly appreciate it if he could help me make this right for her. I invited him to play again that night and let him know that I’d stay sober and behave. He reluctantly accepted.

Once I got the 2 of them back together and they started drinking, it didn’t take long for the tensions to melt away. We had another great day and ended up back in our tent after the event shut down. We played for a while and my wife had a lot of fun.

Once he was done, he got dressed and left. We went home the next day and saved the conversation for a time after we’d had a chance to process everything.

We learned a lot that weekend. Now that the topic was no longer just a fantasy, our conversations started being more realistic. We worked out our own list of rules to play by, and they have helped us immensely. It didn’t take long for us to be ready to play again.

#swinging #raver #TheWiz

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bethewiz · 6 years

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How I became TheWiz

I believe that your true name is given to you. Call yourself whatever you want, but the rest of the world will call you as they see you. With that said, I’ll tell you how I became TheWiz.

Like most big cities, the one near us has its big electronic music festival every year. Spring of 2016, we had what I consider to be one of my favorite festival/lifestyle weekends so far. My wife and I rented a hotel room near the event and stocked it with 2 tanks of nitrous. The first day of the festival we ran into 2 of my wife’s friends. For this story we’ll call them Nikki and Cardi. Yes, these are the names of 2 rap queens who may be the most sexually confident and empowered women on the planet. This was not a mistake.

My wife has known Nikki and Cardi for most of her adult life. These 2 women are like sisters and will chew a man up and spit him out if he even tries to act stupid around them. They both have been known to throw punches without pause if someone disrespects them or their friends. Cardi is a beautiful blonde, maybe 5 feet tall and has more attitude than any other white girl I have ever known. Nikki is Latina and exceeds the expectations one might have of any woman described as such in every possible way. Once they grouped up with my wife in festival mode, there was no stopping them. They walked around the festival like they owned it for the entire weekend. Stopping to dance when they felt the urge and drawing the attention of anyone walking by.

I just realized that I haven’t described my wife yet. She’s blonde, 5’6” and built like a Barbie. She is possibly the most genuine person I have ever intimately known. Once she is in play mode, she has a hard time saying no to anything that sounds like it might be even the slightest bit fun. And once she gets a taste, she will not stop until she passes out from exhaustion.

I still haven’t explained how I earned the nickname The Wiz. But I’m working up to it. The first night of the festival, when it was time to go get ready for the after party Nikki and Cardi decided to grab their things and get ready at the hotel with us. I believe what was said was “You have a tank? In your room? We’re in”.

When we got back to the room, the girls were slightly confused by my nitrous set up. No need to get into details as to how, but I have it set up with a long hose you can pass around. I’ve had people ask if we were smoking a hooka when they saw us using it at a camping festival. The girls spent the next 2 hours getting ready to go to a party and were naked until we got ready to leave for day 2 of the festival. Nikki started joking that night about my nitrous rig behind the curtains. What’s going on behind the curtain Wiz.

With the exception of the girls riding to the festival with us, Day 2 was an exact repeat of day one.

Day 3 presented some issues. We had ran out of nitrous early that morning and I had to drop the tanks off to get refilled on the way to the festival. We actually made it to an after party that night and my tank guy met us there with our full tanks. I had brought my rig and set it up in the car for the ride to the after hours we had planned to go to. We sat across the street from the club doing nitrous and talked to all our friends as they arrived at the party. We never even went in. We decided to ease on down the yellow brick road and party back at the emerald city.

When we got back to the hotel, Nikki and Cardi lost their minds. I still to this day, even after discussing this with both of them together and apart, have no clue what they were fighting about. I did learn a valuable lesson that night though. I attempted to alpha up and stepped between them. I told both of them to calm the fuck down or get the fuck out. They immediately lost interest in whatever they were mad about and started telling me where the fuck I could go. Luckily, my wife had some experience in dealing with this kind of drama. She had actually anticipated it and was enjoying it, until I had to go and get in the way. It didn’t take her long to defuse the situation, and it made all the activities after that far more passionate. The term kiss and make up had never been more fun to implement. The valuable lesson I learned, never come between 2 female friends when they are fighting. Let them work it out.

Ever since that weekend, Nikki has called me The Wiz. She is an amazing woman and a dear friend. When ever she says she’s having a bad day, I feel as though a challenge has been issued and I need to remind her why she calls me The Wiz. The Wiz knows.

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