The party of break

We woke up in the morning to the sound of knocking on the door. Fortunately, no one opened it, only his mother shouted: “Breakfast, dear! The sun is shining on your stomachs!” - and went down to the basement. Of course, we didn’t do anything while sleeping, we slept through the sexy clothes fuck, and now it’s better to postpone it because his parents are awake. We went downstairs, had breakfast, and her parents were very happy that the problem was over and we could go home. They took “vacation” because they had their own company, so it wasn’t really a vacation for them, they just wanted to be with us. We had a pretty good time, sometimes going into town, visiting Carlo in the hospital, often worrying about what would have happened to us if we had been at home when the mafia broke into the apartment. It didn’t happen, but it’s hard to forget. Sometimes we went to my place, packed, bought things, and had a lot of sex. Some days we did it seven times. She brought about 15 sexy lingerie sets, not all of which survived the wear and tear, but they were very exciting.

“I just took my last birth control pill. Do you want me to get more, or will you take care of it from now on?” she asked one day, but I was still gasping for air and just panting, I looked at her and just blew air out with my mouth open because I couldn’t do anything else.

“Okay, I see. I’ll get another box. Tomorrow.”

And it went on like this until the following weekend, when one of our coolest friends threw a party to celebrate our escape.

Carlo organized the party. He was in the hospital for a week longer than planned, but my boss also gave me a week off because when I went in to work, he saw that I hadn’t processed what had happened yet, and apparently I was still pale as a ghost and my hands were shaking. So he gave me an extra week, and the party was this weekend. The party was at Matevž’s house. Matevž is incredibly rich, supposedly from legal sources, because if he were a mafia boss, he wouldn’t be Carlo’s friend. He has a huge three-story house in the suburbs with a huge garden and three parking spaces. He has a sports car and two regular cars, which he replaces about every two years. He is unmarried. He has lots of girlfriends, works out, appears in commercials, and who knows what else he does. But he doesn’t have a wife. The last time I was at a party was more than three years ago, because not only do a bunch of girls he knows come when he invites them, but because of the lone wolves, he usually pays for four to six prostitutes that anyone can fuck. Sometimes it was too much for me, there was an orgy going on in the room, while my married friends were there just watching, sometimes even arguing with their wives, because these weren’t just ordinary street whores that average people could afford, but some kind of agency hostesses. You can’t meet them in nightclubs, you have to order them from the agency. And the marrid guys in the house would have loved to try them out, especially after a few drinks ... But their wives were there ... So that was the plan for the weekend. I didn’t originally want to take my girlfriend, but Carlo invited her too, because the two of us would be the “stars of the party.” So we got ready for it during the week, which went by pretty quickly, and we left early on Friday afternoon.

We went by car, and even took Carlo with us because his hand wasn’t completely healed yet and he didn’t want to drive. But that means I can’t drink on Sunday, because I have to come home on Monday. Never mind, Friday and Saturday are fine. We arrived at Matevž’s house relatively early because I hadn’t started working yet, my girlfriend had been fired, and Carlo had just been discharged from the hospital. There were already a few people there, Matevž welcomed us warmly, and the others welcomed us like heroes, but the party hadn’t started yet, everyone was very reserved, there weren’t even any hookers, there was one of Matevž’s girlfriends there, she was pretty, apparently a well-known fitness model, but I don’t care about that kind of thing.

Everyone was fussing over us, offering us drinks, and we had to recount our adventure. Of course, Carlo was the hero and we were the losers he had rescued. Our story in the witness protection program was interesting too, of course, but we left out the part about the waitress-cheating-threesome part, at least we didn’t mention anything like that at first. We drank very expensive champagne and whiskey, and there was a small bowl of potency-enhancer and condoms on the table. Not Viagra or anything like that, but some kind of ‘dietary supplement’ for marathon sex. Matevž told us not to leave out any of the girls we wanted, but my girlfriend was there, and whenever the topic of other girls and whores came up, she would always snuggle up to me conspicuously. It felt good, but I always remembered the revenge sex that no one knew about. Carlo couldn’t tell anyone that he had been raped. I don’t know if the reason came out, but I hope not. If it did, he kept it well hidden, because he didn’t show any signs of looking at us strangely. Eventually, we sat down on the couch to tell stories. Time flew by, there was always something going on, we were joking around, a new girl came, a prostitute came, old friends came, we had to start the whole story over again, etc...

Finally, after 3-4 hours, everyone arrived. By then, we had drunk quite a lot because we had to drink with every new arrival. The paid hookers arrived, too. I didn’t want to deal with them now, but they were all much prettier than the one I called from the nightclub for a lot of money. My God, how much could they have charged for 3 days, and there were about 5 of them. My friend also came, the one we sent sexy photos to at the beginning of our relationship, and he dated my girlfriend, who supposedly didn’t sleep with him, they just talked and made handjobs. It wasn’t pleasant to see him come. And my ex, who was with me before my current girlfriend, came too. She is the second most beautiful girl in the group (according to most people, she is the most beautiful), and, of course, the most beautiful girl (or, if my ex is the most beautiful, then she is the second most beautiful) was also there. They certainly stood out, even compared to the paid hostesses, and of course, everyone wanted to take them to bed. My ex was conspicuously hanging around me, but my friend was also hanging around my girlfriend, and I didn’t like that very much. Anyway, we drank a lot, and I put up with it.