The mansion loomed in front of us, a monolith of shadow and dim light. Pat held up a bottle of cheap wine, a smirk on his face. "Look what I brought, cheapskates."
Chesh rolled his eyes, holding up a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. "At least I didn't bring piss in a bottle."
I laughed, holding up my own bottle of craft beer. "I'm just here for the free drinks."
We made our way into the mansion, the sound of moans and heavy breathing assaulting our ears. Pat let out a low whistle. "Looks like we're in the right place."
Chesh dragged us towards the makeshift bar, ordering a round of shots. "To a wild night."
We clinked glasses and downed our shots, the burn of alcohol warming our throats. A man approached us, introducing himself as Chace. He was handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build. Pat couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction, but quickly pushed it aside.
Chace told us about his wife, Francis, who was off having her own fun with another man. Pat raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, you're into that kind of thing?"
Chace shrugged, a smirk on his face. "It's a turn-on, knowing she's with someone else. It's like...sharing her."
Chesh made a crude joke, but Chace just laughed it off. He seemed unbothered by his wife's infidelity, even finding it a turn-on. I leaned in close to Pat, whispering suggestively in his ear. "What do you think, Pat? Would you share me?"
Pat pulled away, looking flustered. Chesh noticed and pulled Pat towards the dance floor, leaving me alone with Chace.
I made my way to the dance floor, losing myself in the music and the crowd. Pat's words kept replaying in my head, and I felt my inhibitions melting away.
Chesh pulled back, looking worried. "I need to meet up with someone. You two go ahead, I'll catch up later."
Pat and I exchanged a look, and I nodded towards the door. We made our way out of the mansion, running into Chace again. He looked disappointed, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
He invited us back to his place, saying that Francis wouldn't be home for hours. Pat hesitated, but I was already pulling him towards the door.
We followed Chace to his luxurious penthouse, where we continued the party. Chace was an attentive host, pouring us drinks and making sure we were comfortable.
Pat started to feel a buzz from the alcohol, and his thoughts began to drift. He found himself staring at Chace, who caught his eye and smiled.
Before Pat knew what was happening, Chace was on top of him, kissing him deeply. Pat responded with equal passion, and they tore at each other's clothes.
As they lay together, Pat couldn't help but think that this was a night to remember.
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