A Weekend that Doesn’t Go as Planned is Not Always Wasted

Wow what a weekend! As some of you know I’m the type of guy that likes to plan everything. I make dates and plans weeks in advance. (Very few times do I go as far as months in advance.) This weekend was no exception.

We figured we’d go out to our favorite “not so muggle” bar on Friday night. Then Saturday we would rent a room at a romantic hotel and treat our friends to a night out.

Well I took off of work on Friday to get some construction done on our new rec/play room. Along with the help from a few other we got A LOT done but after 10 hours without sitting down I was BEAT! Mrs. Cardz had talked to the male half of our favorite couple…let’s call them…The Quakers. (That name has nothing to do with Religion or Oatmeal HEHEHE) Anyway Mrs. Cardz and Mr. Quaker decided that they wanted to go to a steakhouse/strip club for dinner and a show. I know what you are thinking “WTF? A Steakhouse and a Strip club?” But the food there is surprising REALLY GOOD! They cook an AMAZING meal there. After a quick nap and a shower we were ready to go.

My wife’s new shipment of “toys” had arrived earlier in the day and the ladies decided they would be sporting vibrating panties for the evening. Let me tell you , the amount of power a person gets when they are holding a tiny remote that can get a woman off with the push of a button is intoxicating. Sadly both sets of panties were on the same frequency so either remote worked both vibes. Would have been fun to have them independent of each other.

The club and restraint were VERY quite because of a recent blizzard so we got to have a Fantastic meal, great conversation, and a little bit of vibrating seat play in peace. After we ate we stepped into the club where we played the weekend’s first game of “Pass the Remote”. We gave a remote to the Cutest Little Spunky Stripper who found SO MUCH join in walking around the club for about 2 hours getting our wives off and explaining to everyone she talked to what the little pink box she had was. (I’m going to leave that joke alone.)

Mrs Cardz’ vibe wasn’t sitting correctly no matter how hard she tried but it was a sight to see Mrs. Quake-r rolling in her seat while the stripper danced on the pole with the remote. We did leave the club after Mr. Quaker had to go personally fetch the remote from the stripper who had hidden it somewhere on her person. (Lucky Man!)

We hit up our favorite bar for a few drinks before it closed and we headed back to our respective houses. Saturday’s plans went all to Hell. Because of the snow storm and a few other reasons the other 4 couples we had invited to come out on Saturday cancelled on us. We had rented a room that had it’s own private indoor pool and hot tub but no one wanted to make the hour drive to get there.

It was Mr. Quaker who had the brilliant idea. We canceled our reservation and reschedule the trip for another weekend. We then travelled an hour in the other direction to check out a party we had never been to and knew Nothing about. By the Gods that was A LOT of fun. The ladies were rocking the vibrating panties again and no less then a dozen people took turns remotely diddling our wives. Quite often we’d look across the bar to someone pointing at us while holding the little pick remote and explaining to someone else what was going on. LOL!

The party itself was Great. The people were very open and friendly. They had a DJ in the main area with a dance floor, that was rarely not pushing max capacity, and a short walk away was a private balcony overlooking a muggle bar which had a battle of the bands going on. We danced, flirted, drank, kissed, and played the night away before retiring to our room.

Once there we finally got ourselves a piece of the Quakers. Now this is a couple that we talk to almost everyday. We hang out with them every weekend but for some UNKNOWN reason we haven’t played with them in almost 3 months. It was a very nice “reunion”…More on those two in a future post.

All in all the weekend was Amazing. Not even close to what we expected it to be. But better then I could have hoped. Moral of the story: Just because things don’t go the way you expect doesn’t mean they aren’t for the best.

~Jack