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> -=[ The Swap Club ]=-
>
> "Another drink, Jimmy?"
>
> "Yeah, okay, Jer'.", I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where
> he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and
> settled down to watch the sun set.
>
> Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol's a few minutes late, but not
> too bad. I had completely forgotten the invitation, and worked late
> that day. I was surprised to find Debby talking to Jenny, the teenager
> from across the street, in our front yard when I got home.
>
> Debby turned to me, and asked, "Did you forget we're having dinner
> tonight with Jerry and Carol?"
>
> My mouth dropped open, and then I quickly shut it. "Oh shit!" I threw my
> briefcase back in the car and trotted inside. "I'll be right down."
>
> Debby laughed and led Jenny inside, as I heard Brian say "Mommy, Daddy
> said a bad word!".
>
> "We'll just have to spank him.", she told our eight-year old.
>
> Brian took off after me up the stairs, yelling how he was going to spank
> me. I grabbed him up and returned him to his mother, who deposited him,
> in turn, with Jenny. Jenny was obviously going to be the babysitter.
> After a quick shower, I changed into some khakis and a pullover. Debby
> was ready to go, in slacks and a blouse.
>
> At the front door, Debby kissed the boys good-bye and we left. Looking
> at my watch, I told her we had time to walk. The weather was perfect,
> and we walked the two blocks holding hands. When we got to the front
> door, I rang the bell several times to no response, but then we heard a
> yell and walked to the side fence.
>
> "Come on around, Jerry's going to barbecue!", called out Carol from the
> deck.
>
> Debby and I entered the back yard and climbed the stairs to the deck.
> Jerry came out the patio door with a plate of steaks, which he set on
> the picnic table. He and I shook hands, as Carol and Debby hugged.
>
> Jerry and I have known each other for more than ten years, going back to
> when we roomed in college. He was best man at Debby's and my wedding,
> and I was an usher at his and Carol's. When she first met Carol, Debby
> couldn't figure out what she saw in him. "They're so different! I mean,
> it's like Mutt and Jeff!"
>
> I suppose she was right. I mean, Jerry is maybe five-two, if he's
> stretching, has lost most of his hair, and only a religiously kept
> schedule of poorly played racquetball keeps his weight in check. An
> accountant. They have no kids. Carol is five-ten in her stocking feet,
> dark haired, dark eyed, a drop dead knockout. She used to be a model. I
> saw some of her work in a lingerie catalogue. Long legs, huge tits. In
> heels she towered over him. At his bachelor party, somebody gave him a
> scuba snorkel for when they danced. God knows she could smother him
> with those tits.
>
> Actually, I had seen more of those tits than Jerry knew. Once, a few
> years ago, Debby and I had been over for dinner, and the main bathroom
> was being rebuilt. If you wanted to piss, you used the bath in the
> master bedroom. And I needed to piss.
>
> Along several walls of the bedroom were photographs of Carol from her
> modeling days. All were tastefully and exquisitely done blowups of
> several of her more risqué shots - teddies, gowns, garter sets, and the
> like. After finishing my business, I had stood there and looked them
> over. And I noticed an open photo album on a nightstand. Sneaking over,
> feeling guilty, I had looked at the Polaroids inside. Obviously done by
> Jerry himself, these pictures showed Carol, still in lingerie, but
> considerably more exposed. Her gorgeous tits pointed at the lens, and
> in several shots her pussy was exposed. It was shaved smooth, and had a
> large dildo inserted.
>
> The sight definitely got me worked up, and I really gave Debby a good
> fucking that night. Later that summer, we took the kids to Disney
> World, and rented a video camera. When we came home, before I returned
> the camera, I rigged a tripod up and we made a dirty movie. It was
> pretty standard, I suppose, and of course, no changing angles.
> Basically, I was a handyman working on an electrical outlet. Debby wore
> nothing but a very sheer blouse, a tiny wrap skirt, long stockings, and
> high heels. While I was turned away from her, working at the baseboard,
> she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt and played with herself.
> As I finished she tugged her skirt down and put her tits back in her
> blouse and left it unbuttoned. Then I asked if anything else needed
> fixing. She responded by removing my toolbelt and unzipping me. You get
> the idea. I worked on her. She still gets turned on when we watch it
> occasionally.
>
> I laughed and said, "Well, it's one of two things. Either it's because
> he's a genuinely nice guy or it's because he's hung like a horse."
>
> Debby stared. "No. You don't mean...Jerry!..."
>
> "Honey I roomed with the guy three years. Secretariat should be so
> lucky."
>
> Debby and Carol got to be real close. Later, she told Debby she quit
> modeling because it was a "...rat-race meat market...". God knows Jerry
> was about as far from that as the moon.
>
> The steaks and veggies were great. Carol tapped Debby, and the two
> cleared the table and headed for the kitchen for cleaning and girl
> talk. Jerry refreshed his and my glass, and we lazed back on the lawn
> furniture. After a moment, he turned towards me.
>
> "Jimmy, one of the reasons we asked you and Debby over tonight was to
> make an invitation to join a small club Carol and I are part of."
>
> "One of the reasons?"
>
> "Hey, having dinner with friends is another reason. Anyway, as I was
> saying, the club members thought that maybe you and Debby might want to
> join, so they asked me and Carol to talk to you two."
>
> "Should we go get Carol and Debby?" I looked around, the women were
> still inside out of sight. "What club?"
>
> "Carol's talking to Debby about it inside.", said Jerry, somewhat
> opaquely. "The club really doesn't have a name, Jimmy."
>
> He continued. "Just hold your questions for a moment, Jim. It's a small
> group, made up of people here in the development. You and Debby meet
> all the qualifications, you're both young, healthy, attractive, and in
> a stable relationship..."
>
> "So how'd you qualify?", I asked. What the fuck was he talking about?
> What the hell kind of club was this?
>
> Jerry made a face at me and continued. "Carol and I assured the group
> that you and Debby were quite discrete. Discretion is an important
> aspect to membership in the club."
>
> Discrete? "What is this club, Jerry? The Weathermen? The Nazis?"
>
> "Of course not. It's a, er, social club. We get together roughly once a
> month for a small meeting. There's normally twelve members, six
> couples, but recently a couple moved away. So now there's an opening."
>
> "Okay, so why the secrecy?"
>
> "You have to promise you won't divulge anything about the group to
> anybody. Or else I stop now and we talk about the weather."
>
> "Yeah, okay. Sure. Cross my heart and hope you die. Now what gives?!"
>
> "Well, it's a swing club."
>
> "Huh?" If I had heard Jerry correctly, I was going into major shock. But
> I couldn't have heard him correctly.
>
> "A swing club. You know, a little swap party, that sort of thing. You
> know what I'm talking about."
>
> "Yeah, I do." A crash from the kitchen indicated that Carol had also
> gotten to the heart of the matter. But no screams of indignation
> followed, no bellows of "We're leaving!". Maybe Debby could take this
> kind of news better than me. "Jerry, I think you would have surprised
> me less if you were a Nazi."
>
> "It's surprisingly common, Jimmy."
>
> "Not to me it isn't. And besides, you're my best friend! How the hell do
> you keep something like that to yourself. I had no idea. All this time
> you've been leading a secret life!"
>
> "Oh, bullshit. We're the same people you've known for years. It's just
> that every few weeks we do something a little out of the ordinary. I
> mean, we go to a cocktail party. This one just gets a little more
> personal."
>
> "I guess!"
>
> I was quiet for several moments. At the first mention of the club, I had
> drained my drink. Now I held the glass out for more.
>
> "So who's in this club"
>
> "Can't tell you until you join."
>
> "How's it work?"
>
> "Well, every four weeks we meet at somebody's house for a cocktail
> party. It rotates month to month. That person provides booze and chips
> and dip. And like I say, it just gets a little more personal."
>
> "Why us?"
>
> "Why not? I told you the selection criteria. You two are young, healthy,
> good looking, stable, discrete - you fit! We talked it over at the last
> get together."
>
> "Wow." Who among my friends in this neighborhood were in this group?
> Obviously, Jerry and Carol weren't the only ones in the group we knew.
> Or would know if we joined. Joined? What, did they sit around naked
> passing a ballot box and black balls like a demented frat house?
>
> "I don't know Jerry. I mean, I never thought...I'd have to talk to
> Debby...swapping? I just don't know."
>
> Debby came out of the kitchen with Carol about ten minutes later. She
> had a strange look on her face, and we excused ourselves and went home.
>
>
> Chapter 2
>
> We walked back home kind of quietly, Debby holding my hand. The two
> blocks took only minutes. It was only half past nine when we turned up
> the walk, but Jenny had already put the kids to bed. Debby fished out a
> couple of fives for Jenny, and I watched from the porch as the girl
> went across the street to her own house.
>
> Pretty little thing. I often saw her walking around the neighborhood.
> Slim, with long legs. A bit skinny, but nice, pert young breasts. She
> mostly wore cutoff shorts and tight, white tee shirts. I'd seen her a
> few Friday nights heading out on dates, usually in the same sort of
> outfits, but without the bra she wore during the day. Nice nipples. I
> could just see her in the back of some old Chevy, tee shirt up over her
> tits, shorts around her ankles. She'd be moaning and urging on some
> pimply faced teenager, his pants around his ankles. They'd be thrashing
> around, sweaty, complaining about the cramped back seat, coming, then
> doing it again anyway.
>
> I shook my the thought from my head. Inhaling deeply, I went inside.
> Debby was already upstairs. I could hear her in the shower. I started
> to undress.
>
> The shower went off and I could hear Debby drying herself. I was pulling
> my pants off when she came out of the bathroom. She was naked, her body
> glistening from the remaining moisture. She was still drying her hair
> as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a long, shapeless flannel
> nightgown and began to pull it over her head.
>
> Damn, but she still looked as good as the day we met. Average height,
> maybe five-five. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist, almost wasp-waisted,
> even after two kids. No stretch marks. I guess that baby oil I rubbed
> on her belly really did work. Certainly it had made her horny enough.
>
> She turned towards me as she lowered the nightgown past her hips. Her
> pussy hair was trimmed real short and neat. Her large, full breasts
> showed briefly as she began to button the front. They sagged a little,
> but thirty-eight Ds will do that. They swayed and bounced seductively
> as she continued buttoning.
>
> She looked up when she realized I was staring. Then her gaze dropped,
> down to my groin. I looked down also, to see my erection pointed
> straight up and out. She smiled and said, "I don't think he's quite
> ready to sleep yet." I smiled, and twitched my cock at her.
>
> Debby began unbuttoning the nightgown. Halfway through, she reached into
> my closet and threw me my silk bathrobe, and a pair of silk pajama
> bottoms. "Why don't you go down and pour us a couple of brandies? I'll
> be down in a few minutes."
>
> I was grinning as I slipped on the robe and went down the hallway.
> Liquor usually got Debby fairly horny, brandy got her very horny. I
> went downstairs to the den and turned on a lamp in the corner. I popped
> a bulb out and angled the shade so the light wouldn't be too bright. I
> opened my robe and pulled on the pajama bottoms, then tightened the
> robe again. I turned on the stereo, and put some light jazz on the CD,
> turned down low. Finally I poured two snifters of brandy and sat down
> in my lounger.
>
> Debby entered after about fifteen minutes. The wait was worth it. She
> had blow-dried her hair, and it hung in golden curls to her shoulders.
> She was wearing a sheer, almost transparent, black, ankle length satin
> robe, open at the front, that wafted away from her, showing what she
> wore underneath. This consisted of a 'Merry Widow' corset, thin straps
> supporting underwired open cups, exposing very large, very erect, very
> protruding nipples. The corset was also in black, a sheer lace I could
> see her navel through. It came down partway on her hips, from which
> garter straps went down to very long, almost up to the crotch, black
> fishnet stockings. She wore no panties. She completed the effect with
> some very high, at least four inch, heeled shoes that strapped around
> her ankles.
>
> "Wow!"
>
> Debby smiled subtly and walked over to the bar where I had left her
> snifter. She gazed at me over the glass, sipping slowly but fully. She
> had even been able to put on a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and I
> could detect her perfume from my seat. How she could do this in fifteen
> minutes, and other times complain an hour wasn't enough to get ready
> for dinner was beyond me. Again, her eyes lowered to my crotch.
>
> My erection was back in full force, and had pushed it's way out the
> front of the pajamas and the robe. I took another sip of my brandy, as
> she set her empty snifter down and walked over to me.
>
> "That's so big, it looks painful. Perhaps I can reduce the swelling.",
> she said. Then she knelt between my legs and put both hands and her
> head in my lap. She gently began to stroke the length of the shaft, and
> began to lick the underside. I lay back to watch artistry in action, as
> waves of pleasure radiated the length of my cock. For several minutes
> she continued to lick, first under the head, then the bottom and sides
> of the shaft, and then down to my aching balls. Then she would work her
> way back up to the head. Just when I thought it couldn't get better,
> Debby raised up a bit, and then placed the head in her mouth. She
> lowered her head onto my throbbing dick, slowly engulfing the entire
> thing. As her hands softly stroked the shaft and fondled my nuts, she
> began slowly deep throating me. Her head rose and fell the length of my
> cock, as her tongue swirled on the undersides, and her cheeks puckered
> from the suction she was giving. With a quiet groan, I exploded down
> her throat. Debby never stopped sucking my come and pumping my shaft
> and balls for more.
>
> When I was finally spent, Debby let my cock out from her lips, and
> looked up at me. Eyes shining, she reached over and took my forgotten
> brandy. She dribbled the come into the glass and finished the liquor in
> a long seductive swallow, and then began massaging my cock with both
> hands. Almost immediately, it came back to life.
>
> Standing, she straddled my legs and began to lower herself onto me.
> "Now, I want you to give me a long slow fuck.", she whispered hotly. I
> stopped her for a moment as I reclined the lounger, then I helped her
> up onto me. She straddled me in a kneeling position, fishnet clad knees
> on either side of my hips. Sitting straight up, she impaled herself on
> me, as my hands guided her hips into position.
>
> Gyrating her pussy slowly, she gave me an excellent show. She opened my
> robe and ran her long painted nails through my chest hair, scratching
> at my nipples. She opened her robe more, allowing it to drop off her
> shoulders onto her arms. Our fingers alternated positions. At one
> moment she would be caressing and pinching her nipples and I would have
> my fingers rubbing her wet, extended clit. Then I would play with her
> tits, as she rubbed her clit and, when exposed, my cock. Her pelvis
> moved all around, sometimes back and forth, sometimes side to side,
> sometimes in a circular motion. She was flexing her knees, causing her
> to bounce on the engulfed erection, sometimes short and fast strokes,
> then following with long, slow strokes, so long my cockhead teased her
> lips. After a seeming eternity of bliss, her breathing became coarser
> and more ragged, and the pelvic movement subsided, as she began to
> concentrate on long, rapid penetrations. She began plunging up and
> down, whimpering and moaning, until my straining cock could stand no
> more, and I spewed upwards into her womb. She collapsed onto my heaving
> chest.
>
> We lay that way for several minutes, as my shrinking manhood slowly
> deflated and finally slipped out of her still twitching pussy. I could
> feel the cool night breeze on my cock, as our mixed juices ran down my
> cock onto my balls. Then Debby climbed out of the chair and went to the
> bar. She refilled our snifters, and drank heavily from mine, handing me
> hers. She shrugged her shoulders, and the robe slipped to the floor.
>
> I stood and walked over to her. I left my robe in the chair, and my
> pajama bottoms slid down to my ankles at the bar. I kicked them off and
> stood there naked. Debby looked at my body, staring as my dick began a
> slow rise once more. "Fuck me again, Jimmy!", she implored. "Fuck me
> hard! In my ass, Jimmy! Please, Jimmy, fuck me hard in my ass!"
>
> I smiled down at her and bent down to her tits. I began licking and
> nibbling her nipples, first one then the other, as I placed one hand on
> her cunt and the other on her ass. I gripped her cheeks firmly, as my
> fingers rubbed and pinched her blood filled clit. She shuddered, and
> began to beg. "Oh, God! Please, Jimmy, fuck me in the ass! Now, Jimmy!
> I want it in my ass! Now, I want it now!" I continued the torment until
> her body shook with her orgasm. Fresh juices coated the hand at her
> crotch. Her pleadings continued, as she stood before me on now rubbery
> legs.
>
> I turned her around and walked her to the Ottoman in front of the
> lounger. Debby eagerly dropped down before it and lay over it, kneeling
> and spreading her legs. She watched over her shoulder as I positioned
> myself between her wide spread thighs. I teased her with my cock at her
> gaping cunt, and then plunged into her cunt.
>
> "No, Jimmy, I want you in my ass!", she cried, and she placed both hands
> on her asscheeks and pulled them apart. But I was only toying with her,
> as I lubricated my cock in her sopping twat. On the outstroke, I pulled
> out, and positioning my cockhead at the tiny opening, slowly poked my
> dick into her asshole. She cried out in pleasure as I stood still,
> allowing her sphincter to widen and accommodate me. Then I began a slow
> and steady movement inwards, bracing her hips with my hands. Her pelvis
> was grinding enough to stretch her asshole around me, and at the end of
> one smooth plunge I was in to the hilt. I could feel my balls slapping
> her thighs and pussy.
>
> Debby has the tightest and wettest pussy I have ever fucked.
> Appropriately, her asshole is very tight and wet, also. After another
> brief moment of quiet, I withdrew and began to fuck her with long, hard
> strokes. When I hit bottom I would slam her crotch into the Ottoman.
> Debby reached down and put both hands on her pussy. Through the thin
> membranes I could feel a finger reaching up into her cunt, and I knew
> the other would be working her clit vigorously. I reached around her
> and grabbed her big tits, and began pulling and pinching her huge
> nipples. This fuck didn't last as long as the first. Debby was very
> aroused and vocal, telling me how big it felt and how she was coming
> repeatedly. Finally, I couldn't stand the pleasure, and letting go her
> tits, I grabbed her hips and slammed in one last time. I exploded in
> her ass, my balls pumping. I thought she'd start spitting the jism out
> her mouth, I was coming so hard. I collapsed on her back.
>
> The music had been over for some time now. I withdrew and we stood.
> Picking up our clothes, we finished our drinks, turned off the stereo
> and the lights, and walked hand-in-hand to our bedroom.
>
> Chapter 3
>
> A few days later it was Saturday, and I slept late. When I got out of
> the sack I knew I was the last one up. I showered and shaved, dressed
> in some old slacks and a flannel shirt, and walked down to the kitchen.
>
>
> Debby was doing breakfast dishes. "Morning, sleepyhead.", she said, then
> leaned over and kissed me. "Coffee?"
>
> "Please." I sat at the table. "Where's the boys? And who are they
> terrorizing today?"
>
> Debby laughed brightly. "Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground.
> They'll be back in a while." She handed me a cup.
>
> Debby looked pretty good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons
> collar to waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and
> short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of
> her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light
> cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.
>
> "Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?", Debby asked.
>
> I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter. "Yeah.
> I guess so. You?"
>
> "Um, hmm. What's your opinion?"
>
> "I don't know. What's yours?"
>
> "I asked you first.", she returned.
>
> "Like I said, I don't know. I suppose it's kinda interesting, in a way.
> But I don't want to even think about it if you don't want to."
>
> "Don't put it all on me."
>
> "No, really! If you didn't want to, we don't. Simple as that."
>
> "Would you want to otherwise?"
>
> "Maybe. Does the thought of screwing Carol or somebody else make me
> hard? Sure. So what? If you don't want to I don't want to. The thought
> of screwing you makes me hard, too." I stood and leaned against the
> counter. "What about you? Do you want to fuck Jerry or anybody else?"
>
> "Maybe. I suppose it's a fantasy."
>
> I refilled my coffee cup. "Listen, if you want, we can go. If you feel
> uncomfortable, we make our excuses and bug out. Or not. When do we have
> to decide by?"
>
> "I told Carol we'd let them know by next weekend. The party, or
> whatever, is the following Friday."
>
> The conversation hadn't eased my erection. I looked down at Debby's
> profile again, and put down my cup. I pivoted and was pressed against
> her warm rump.
>
> "Jimmy! What are you doing?"
>
> I began to tug at the hem of her dress. "I think you know what I'm
> doing."
>
> "The boys will be back soon. Now stop it.", she was squirming against
> the counter, trying to pull the skirt down, as I was trying to pull it
> up. After more protests, she pushed me back and whirled to face me.
> "Now behave! The boys could walk in any minute now!"
>
> I simply smiled and pushed her back against the counter, now facing me.
> I brought my hands up and began unbuttoning her dress at the neck.
>
> "Jimmy! Stop it!", Debby laughed at me. She brought her hands up and
> tried to rebutton the dress. It was a fun race, but I was slowly
> winning. "Jimmy! We can't! Not here! Not now!"
>
> I laughed and grabbed her hand. Debby yelled some more as I dragged her
> out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pulled her into the bedroom.
> She clung to the door briefly, locking it and slamming it shut. Then I
> pushed her onto the bed.
>
> Laughing, she began to unbutton the buttons I had missed earlier. I
> unzipped my slacks, and pushed them and my shorts down. Reaching down,
> I rudely pushed the dress above her hips. Grabbing her panties, I
> whisked them off her outstretched legs. I then pushed the legs wide
> apart and plunged in.
>
> "Oh, God, Jimmy!" Debby's legs wrapped around my back as her pelvis
> ground against me. I supported myself on my hands, and withdrew
> slightly, and Debby finished with the buttons. Her bra had a front
> clasp, and she popped that next. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples
> erect. I rammed back in.
>
> I threw my weight on top of her and Debby responded in kind. She wrapped
> her arms around my neck and kept her legs wrapped around my waist as I
> bucked against her. She was as hot and horny as I was. Much too fast,
> we came together in a flood of heated juices.
>
> "Mom! Jimmy called me a dweeb!"
>
> "Did not! Mom, Brian's lying again!"
>
> We looked at each other and laughed. Pulling out, I stood and Debby
> hurriedly buttoned up. Then Debby unlocked the door and dealt with the
> latest crisis. It was then I noticed Debby's panties still on the floor
> where I had thrown them. She had been too hurried to put them back on.
> I smiled and picked them up. I used them to wipe the come off my cock,
> before throwing them in the hamper.
>
> ***
>
> Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she
> had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest
> of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby returned,
> and I helped her unload bags from the car.
>
> Surreptitiously, I looked at her legs and ass. No stockings, no panty
> lines. I wondered if she realized yet, she wasn't wearing underwear. In
> the kitchen, I bumped against her while putting away groceries. My
> fingers couldn't detect anything under the dress.
>
> "That's right, you bastard, no panties.", Debby hissed under her breath.
>
>
> Smiling, I leaned against the counter, and whispered back, "When did you
> notice?"
>
> "Lunch." She continued to unpack groceries. "I'm sitting in McDonald's
> and these two teenage boys are staring between my legs. Giggling and
> pointing. You bastard." Now she smiled back.
>
> "Didn't your mother teach you to cross your legs?", I asked innocently.
>
> "Bastard."
>
> We finished putting stuff in the pantry, and then Debby headed for the
> bedroom. Going for some panties, I thought. On tiptoes, I followed. I
> pushed the bedroom door open to find her pulling her bureau drawer
> open.
>
> Seeing me, she smiled and called me a bastard again. I came in and
> locked the door behind us.
>
> "What do you want?", she asked.
>
> "I think you know.", I said. I took the panties out of her hands and
> stuffed them back in the drawer. Then I pushed the drawer shut and
> nestled up behind her.
>
> "Not again, Jimmy! What about the boys?"
>
> "Again. The boys are watching a video." I reached down and pulled the
> hem of her skirt above her waist. Then I reached down and unzipped my
> pants again. My cock sprang out. Her bare ass cheeks were warm against
> my straining manhood. Holding her hips, I pushed her against the
> bureau, and entered her from behind.
>
> "Oh, Jimmy!" she moaned. In the mirror before us, I watched her hands
> slide to her cunt. Her fingers began to massage her clit. She was
> standing on her toes, her back arched against my chest. She brought her
> head back against my shoulder. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!", she whispered.
>
> Not stopping the slow thrusting, I reached my hands around and
> unbuttoned her dress again. The straining fabric popped open as I
> worked my way to her navel. Then I slowly drew them up along her belly,
> over the bulging brassiere, to the arms. Taking the fabric, I drew the
> dress down off her arms, so that it was now hanging from her waist.
> Debby was now thrusting back at me, watching in the mirror as I
> disrobed her.
>
> "The bra, Jimmy, take off the bra." Her voice was now hoarse, panting.
>
> "I planned on it, my dear." I slid my hands up her sleek flanks, back up
> to the bra, now overflowing with excited tits. I unhooked the snap and
> drew it away from her arms. Her breasts sprang forth. Her nipples
> seemed huge in the reflection. My cock grew even harder, and I began
> thrusting fiercely.
>
> "Oh, God, Jimmy!"
>
> I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the
> top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up, and
> thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits
> bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She
> was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot,
> so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in
> one last time. Her back arched against my chest.
>
> "Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!"
>
> I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. "Mommy will be down
> in a minute!", I called out. "She's busy right now." We laughed again,
> and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.
>
> Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra.
> Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.
>
> "Jimmy!?"
>
> I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved
> back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used
> the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the
> bathroom towards the hamper. "No underwear."
>
> "Jimmy!"
>
> "No underwear."
>
> She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress
> sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, "Bastard!"
>
> I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.
>
> ***
>
> Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed
> her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent
> about her, not the fresh fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs.
> The new dress was similar to the first, but lighter, tighter, and
> shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she
> wore to the store, she had on a pair of high heeled sandals. I rubbed
> her back when the boys couldn't see.
>
> "No bra or panties, bastard.", she whispered.
>
> "I'll tell my mother you said that.", I whispered back.
>
> "And I'll tell her what you did to make me say it."
>
> "She'll call you a shameless hussy.", I replied.
>
> "So? I am."
>
> Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night.
> She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a
> great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton.
> After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she
> placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy
> was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.
>
> Thank God the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course,
> I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney's
> catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and
> nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but then again,
> they didn't have school the next day.
>
> Finally the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued
> watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every
> five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another
> button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly
> button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden
> up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with
> herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer
> and idly watched.
>
> When the news ended, Debby stood. "Coming to bed?", she asked. One
> eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended
> the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.
>
> Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with,
> was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I
> moved to join her on the bed.
>
> "Not so fast, buster.", she said to me. "All day long I've been doing
> what you want. It's your turn now."
>
> "Gladly."
>
> Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, "Dinner time."
>
> I knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her crotch. A heavy,
> musky scent almost overpowered a light floral scent. Not only had she
> showered, she had douched. She pushed her ass to the edge of the bed,
> then put her hands behind my head. Pulling me into her cunt, she said,
> "Lick your plate clean."
>
> I eagerly complied. Her finger fucking had made her pussy hot and juicy.
> Burying my lips in hers, I tongued out her cunt as deep as I could go.
> After a few minutes of the delicious futility, I shifted north and,
> putting my lips around her bright red clit, started sucking. The effect
> was electrifying. Her thighs began quivering, and Debby began gasping
> out her joy. After a few minutes, she collapsed backwards onto the bed.
>
>
> I rose and crawled onto the bed with her. Debby recovered rapidly and
> twisted around, head to toe. Straddling my face, she murmured,
> "Dessert.", and bent down to engulf my hard dick with her lips. Sliding
> my hands up her thighs, I spread her pussy lips and she settled her
> cunt over my mouth. Debby came in an endless orgasm, her juices
> flooding onto my face. But she never stopped licking and sucking my
> cock until the jism finally exploded into her mouth. At one point, she
> gagged slightly, and some of my come dribbled out of her mouth. She
> licked and sucked it back off my dick.
>
> We both sank into each others arms. I began to doze, when I felt her
> hands massaging my limp prick back to life. "Wanna try for the hat
> trick?", she said. I simply smiled, and she continued her hand job.
> "That should do it.", she said when it was hot and hard again.
>
> Drawing her legs up, she straddled my waist and lowered her twat onto
> the erection she continued to hold in her hands. Rocking forwards, she
> thrust her tits in my face. Taking the hint, I began sucking them,
> alternating, left, then right. Debby moaned. Supporting herself with
> one arm on the bed, she kept the other in our joined crotches,
> simultaneously rubbing my shaft and her clit. She was really juicy -
> the wet spot was going to be a new Great Lake. Finally, she came, her
> ass bouncing like a jackhammer. The incredible friction made me come
> like I thought she was going to blow off of me.
>
> Laying on the bed afterwards, she slipped off the sandals. Smiling over
> at me, she said, "We gotta get rid of the kids the next weekend we want
> to do this all day."
>
> Chest heaving, I could only agree.
>
> Chapter 4
>
> "So what's the dress code for an orgy?", I asked Debby. "I haven't
> talked to Jerry since we had that dinner." The next day, Jerry had gone
> for a week to a convention. An accountant's convention, now that must
> be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn't know Jerry or accountants as
> well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales
> trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things
> out.
>
> I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a
> shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You
> could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. "Supposed to be
> informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear.
> They tend to get lost or mixed up."
>
> "Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?"
>
> "Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year's they make dressier.
> And in October the party is in costumes."
>
> "Costumes?"
>
> "Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack,
> and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red
> heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman."
>
> "That would be interesting."
>
> Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as
> she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby
> laughed and put on her robe. "Save it for later."
>
> I snorted. "One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one
> of you is going to be on the rag."
>
> "We're all on the pill and we synchronized."
>
> "Huh?"
>
> Debby shook her head and gave me her exasperated "Men!" look. "They hold
> these, uh, things, every four weeks. And all birth control pills have
> twenty-eight day cycles."
>
> "So?"
>
> "So, by ending a cycle early, you can induce an early period and change
> the cycle. Haven't you ever noticed that when we go away together, I'm
> never menstruating?"
>
> "Uh, I guess not." Another look.
>
> We left the bathroom to dress. I slipped on some khaki slacks, a light
> dress shirt, and some loafers. No socks, no shorts. Debby took forever
> trying to decide what to wear, before settling on a light sundress.
> Very pretty, it had a tube top with tiny straps that tied at the
> shoulders. Below the waist it hung loose to the knees. Excellent view
> of her cleavage, and easily lifted. I know. I've lifted it often. A
> personal favorite. She sat to put on some ankle strapped, high heeled
> sandals.
>
> "How are my folks?", I asked. Earlier, Debby had taken the boys over to
> my parents for the weekend. We'd pick them up on Sunday, by which time
> my parents would be run ragged, and Debby and I would have fucked each
> other ragged.
>
> "Oh, okay. Same as always." She looked up at me. "You'll never believe
> what I found at their place."
>
> "What?"
>
> "A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your Mom's and Dad's!"
>
> "Now where'd you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?"
>
> "I'm serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat
> on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the
> cushions. So I pulled it out. I couldn't believe it!"
>
> "So'd you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?" I
> laughed deeply.
>
> "Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard her come back in and I stuffed it
> back down in the chair. Jimmy, it was huge. I mean, it was as big as
> any that we've got." She looked up at me as I smiled. "Well, you're
> taking this much better than I would have thought."
>
> "What, that my parents have sex? Honey, where'd I come from, the stork?"
> I leaned back against my dresser and watched Debby dress. "Hey, I've
> known my parents fucked since I was Little Jimmy's age. They have a
> very active sex life. Very."
>
> "I never would have guessed, to look at them."
>
> I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy,
> wrinkled and gray. "I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister
> and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. So one night, I couldn't
> sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it
> real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal.
> Dad's telling her how to blow him, Mom's telling him how to eat him,
> they're both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!"
>
> "God! You're kidding!"
>
> "Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my
> Mom? Never!" I laughed. "Then I figured out that I wouldn't be around
> otherwise, and said so what."
>
> "Wow"
>
> "One time my mother was talking to Sis. Dad was having some prostate
> trouble, and the doctor thought they might have to operate. So my
> sister the nurse tells her about the procedure, and about the odds for
> impotency. Mom just says, real quiet, 'We wouldn't like that.'"
>
> Debby laughed at that. "He's all right, though."
>
> "Oh, sure. Problem went away."
>
> Debby stood and we went downstairs. She said, "I just can't see your
> parents screwing. Or mine. At least when Dad was alive."
>
> I laughed again. "Yeah, well I saw your Mom last week."
>
> "Oh? I talked to her yesterday, and she didn't say anything."
>
> "She didn't see me."
>
> "So why didn't you say hello? I thought you liked my mother?"
>
> "I do." And I do. They say before you marry a woman, take a close look
> at her mother, because that's who'll she'll look like in twenty years.
> So Debby's going to look real nice. Debby's mom is only mid-fifties,
> and built like Debby. Nice legs, slim waist, big tits. Pretty face and
> has grayed quite nicely. "But she really wasn't in the mood for
> family." Debby's dad had died a few years previously, rather young.
>
> "Why? Where was she?"
>
> "In a bar."
>
> "Huh?!"
>
> "I was down in Salem. It was late, and I took the client out for drinks
> and dinner at the Holiday Inn. It must be about eight, and we're in the
> lounge, and I look up at a mirror, and who do I see? Your mom and some
> guy. Handsome fellow, I suppose, well dressed, around her age. And
> they're not paying attention to anyone else."
>
> "No! Mom?!"
>
> "She never saw me. Had on this red skirt and jacket, and a white blouse.
> The skirt buttons up the front. Well, loverboy puts his hand on her
> knees..."
>
> "How'd you see this?", asked Debby.
>
> "Like I said, in a mirror. They were in a booth, probably figured nobody
> could see. But I had a great shot under the table. Any way, he puts his
> hand on her knee? And she pops a few buttons on the skirt. His hand
> went sliding home. And then she puts one of her hands in his lap. She's
> stroking through his pants like crazy."
>
> "God! I can't believe it, I mean, My mother!"
>
> "Debby, you knew she dated since your Dad died? Right?"
>
> "Yeah, but I guess I never went the next step."
>
> "Well, your Mom ain't dead. She seemed to be having a fine old time."
>
> "God! What happened next?"
>
> "They finished their drinks and Romeo showed her a room key. They got up
> and left. And get this. Your Mom wasn't wearing panty hose. She had on
> stockings, and no bra."
>
> "How...?"
>
> "I told you, the mirror. And when she went past on the way out, she
> didn't rebutton the skirt. I could see the garters and stocking tops.
> And the blouse was real thin. She was just bouncing away."
>
> "Wow!"
>
> Debby was quiet as we went out to the car. It was drizzling lightly, and
> we drove over. We drove in silence. I hoped I hadn't fucked up her view
> of her parents. I should have kept quiet. We pulled up outside Jerry
> and Carol's house.
>
> "Look. I'm sorry I said anything."
>
> Debby shook her head and looked at me, smiling. "It's okay. I just never
> thought of Mom and Dad that way. I hope she had fun." She leaned across
> the seat and kissed me lightly. "Ready?"
>
> "I guess. Just remember. If you feel uncomfortable, or just want to go,
> say the word and we're gone."
>
> "It's okay. Let's see what it's like." I walked her up the walkway with
> my hand on her ass, and felt thin lace panties under the dress. I
> looked at her quizzically.
>
> Laughing, she said, "Last minute nerves." I laughed with her.
>
> Jerry greeted us at the door. He was dressed like me, but with a sport
> coat on. Carol waved and came over. She was in a light silk chemise
> that came down to mid thigh, and heels. She kissed us both. Jerry
> steered me to the bar.
>
> I literally stared at the scene. It was like nothing I had expected.
> "This is not what I thought it was going to be.", I told Jerry.
>
> He laughed. "What did you expect?"
>
> "I don't know. Not this."
>
> "What? Maybe a full blown orgy on the carpet?"
>
> "Yeah. Or maybe just a scene from a Fellini movie. This looks just like
> a cocktail party."
>
> Jerry laughed again. "It is! I told you. It's just like a cocktail
> party. Only it gets more personal."
>
> "Well it's not there yet."
>
> "The night is young."
>
> I looked around. Most of the people I knew or was friends with. Dan and
> Cindy Loomis, the Sumners, Bob and Bobbi, Jeff Golden and Denise
> Haller, and a pair I didn't know, Ted and Alice West. One thing,
> though, all of the women wore skirts or dresses, and none wore a bra,
> that I could detect. I got Debby a drink, and we separated. Like every
> party, the men talked in one group, and the women in another.
>
> At least initially. After about fifteen minutes Dan Loomis, a tall
> fellow with that blonde "surfer" look, split off from the guys and went
> over to the women. He whispered in the ear of Bobbi Sumner, a short,
> petite girl in a blouse and skirt, and then followed her down the hall.
> Then, I felt a tug at my arm.
>
> "Could you give me hand in the library?", asked Carol.
>
> "Sure.", I said, and followed her down the steps.
>
> Stupid me. I figured she needed some help. When we got there, she closed
> the door.
>
> "What's the problem?"
>
> Carol walked up to me, so close her chest touched mine. "I'm horny, and
> I need a good fuck.", she said.
>
> "Oh." So this is how it begins. What about Debby? Would I be able to
> come if she called? What if I fucked, and she didn't? A million
> thoughts ran through my mind before Carol called me back.
>
> "I've seen you looking at me. Staring at me at the pool. Looking down my
> dress at the Christmas party.", she whispered throatily to me. "Don't
> you want to see what you've been missing?"
>
> "Uh..."
>
> "Here. Give me your hands." Taking my hands, Carol lifted them to her
> breasts. The chemise showed a nice amount of cleavage, and while
> opaque, molded itself to her so that nothing was left to my
> imagination. She placed my sweaty palms on her tits, part on the
> fabric, part on her tits. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. Her
> tits felt so warm and alive. "God, that's good. Wouldn't you like to
> see them?" Leaving my hands where they were, Carol moved her hands to
> the straps and slowly pulled them down off her shoulders. The fabric
> covering her breasts slipped beneath my fingers, until my hands were
> touching her naked tits.
>
> They were huge. Big nipples, hard and firm. The chemise slipped down her
> body to the floor. I looked down. She was wearing nothing but thigh top
> stockings under the slip. Suddenly my mouth was excruciatingly dry.
>
> "Um...um..."
>
> "Here, have a seat." Carol pushed me down onto a couch, and sat beside
> me. "Why don't we make you more comfortable." She moved her hands to my
> pants and undid my belt. Unzipping my pants, she asked, "I think this
> is more comfortable. Don't you?"
>
> "Um...ah..."
>
> I felt like putty in her hands. No thoughts entered my mind except this
> gorgeous woman pulling my pants to my knees. My cock was certainly
> comfortable, though. It seemed to have a life of it's own, and was as
> rigid as I could ever remember it. It pointed at the ceiling.
>
> Wordlessly, Carol straddled my erection and slowly lowered herself onto
> me. I felt as if I would explode at the warm, wet contact, but she slid
> her hands down and squeezed the base of my root and stopped my imminent
> climax. Then she began to rock back and forth, lifting off and sinking
> back slowly. She unbuttoned my shirt, and rubbed her massive mammaries
> against my chest.  Although, Debby and I had often fucked this way at
> home, somehow this was different, wonderfully, delightfully different.
> My pelvis reacted without conscious thought, thrusting upward to meet
> her increasingly rapid descents. Minutes later, we came in a heated
> rush.
>
> After a few moments resting against me, Carol hopped off my lap and
> stood. "Let's get back to the party." I zipped my pants again, tucking
> in my shirt, but leaving it unbuttoned. Taking my hand, she led me back
> upstairs. She left her dress in the library. What would Debby say?
>
> Chapter 5
>
> I was surprised to find the living room somewhat empty when we got
> upstairs. It seems that a number of people had paired off and were
> cavorting privately. I didn't know what to expect, and decided to watch
> and learn.
>
> My concerns about Debby were ungrounded. She was sitting in Jerry's lap
> in an armchair, watching Cindy, Jeff, and Alice. Jeff was seated on the
> center of the couch, while Cindy sat at his feet and Alice knelt beside
> him. Alice was a slim blonde, and had removed her shirt to reveal,
> small, perky breasts. Jeff was leaning over sucking those breasts,
> while he had one hand under her denim miniskirt. Alice's moans told
> where that hand was and what it was doing. Cindy, an average size
> redhead with a cute figure, had unwrapped her wrap skirt. Now, dressed
> only in her tube top, stockings and garters, and high heels, she was
> deep throating Jeff. His pants were around his ankles, and he had taken
> off his shirt.
>
> Jerry was watching the trio also, but he had matters well in hand.
> Debby's shoulder straps had been untied and her tube top had been
> pushed down to her waist. In addition, her skirt had been raised above
> her hips. Jerry's pants were unzipped, and his prodigious member was
> erect and stuffed up Debby's twitching pussy. He had shoved her panties
> aside far enough to fuck her. One of her legs was over the arm of the
> chair, and the other rested on the floor. She leaned back against her
> partner and both were watching the group on the couch.
>
> Cindy's ministrations had the expected effect on Jeff. Grunting, he
> began thrusting his hand hard under Alice's skirt as he exploded onto
> Cindy's tonsils. Alice gave a small shudder and cry, and clasped his
> head to her breasts.
>
> The sight definitely turned on Debby. She reached down to her crotch
> with both hands and began rubbing Jerry's buried cock and exposed nuts.
> Her cunt was spasming as he gave a final thrust and came upwards into
> my wife.
>
> We fucked in that position every once in a while, usually while watching
> a porno flick together. Watching her do it with another man, while they
> watched a live sex show, really turned me on. My cock immediately came
> to attention again, harder than before.
>
> "Where's everybody else?", I quietly asked Carol. "By my calculations,
> there's one more man than woman, at the moment."
>
> Looking thoughtful, Carol responded, "Hmmm...Denise has probably got two
> guys on board. She likes sandwiches. Get my drift?"
>
> I certainly did. This made me even hornier, and I looked hungrily in my
> wife's direction. I wanted to fuck her in another man's come!
>
> Carol saw my look and put a hand on my arm, stopping me. "We've got a
> small rule, of sorts. No fucking your own partner. It makes it that
> much more fun when you finally get them home." I smiled at her, and
> laughed.
>
> Fortunately, Alice came over and joined us. She kissed my cheek and took
> my hand. Before we went down the hall, Carol stopped me and kissed me,
> also. "You're going to like this, Alice."
>
> Alice and I walked out of the living room, and she led me to the
> kitchen. Placing her hands on the table, she checked it for strength.
> Satisfied, she turned around and hopped up on it. "Having fun, so
> far?", she asked.
>
> "I must admit, I am."
>
> "Good. Ted and I didn't know you and Debby, but everyone else thought
> you two would fit right in. We really hope you enjoy things."
>
> "Oh, I think we can safely say that this is enjoyable."
>
> Alice grinned broadly. "Yeah, I suppose we can say that." She leaned
> forward and tucked a finger in my belt. Tugging me forward, she
> unzipped my pants. "My, my. Now that's very interesting. Let's see just
> how enjoyable this can be." Alice scooted her ass forward on the table
> top. Popping the snaps holding her skirt together, she was instantly
> naked. She reached forward and wrapped both hands on my cock.
>
> I didn't need any hints. Moving even closer, I took her in my arms and
> kissed her hard on the lips. Her tongue met mine, as we explored each
> other's mouths. Her hands stayed between us, on my dick and on her
> pussy. Reaching down, I took the shaft in my hand and began rubbing the
> head the length of her slit and over her clit. The effect was
> electrifying. Moaning and whimpering, Alice wrapped her arms around me.
> "Oh, God, fuck me! Please! Just fuck me!"
>
> I continued to tease her with the head of my cock, and she continued to
> plead with me to put it all the way in. Finally, I had worked her to
> the point where she put both hands back to her crotch. Grabbing the now
> moistened cock, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and
> simultaneously pulled and pushed me inside her. With a tiny shudder,
> she came upon penetration. I could feel her hot juices as her cunt
> pulsed.
>
> I placed one hand on her smooth back, and placed the other on her small
> breasts. While nowhere near as large as Debby's or Carol's, Alice's B
> cups had some attractive features. Very smooth, oversized nipples, very
> pointy and erect, no sag. The perfect breasts for those who believed
> that more than a mouthful is wasted. As I began to vigorously rub and
> massage the nipples, I began thrusting hard into her cunt. Alice gasped
> and responded with a passion. Her hands began scratching and rubbing my
> cock as it bucked and plunged. Her legs tightened on my waist, and I
> felt wonderfully trapped. She began panting and gasping out, "Harder!
> Faster!" The table squeaked in time with my thrusts.
>
> Finally, as her cunt spasmed a second time for me, I could stand it no
> longer. Legs weakening, I gave several weak thrusts and pumped a full
> load up her snatch. She sealed the orgasm with a deep kiss.
>
> ***
>
> It was almost with a sigh of relief that I sank into Jerry's living room
> couch. I couldn't remember the last time I had come so often in such a
> short time. After Alice, Bobbi Sumners had dragged me back to the spare
> bedroom. After a delightful 69, in which we both came, I had rolled on
> top of her for a plain but excellent fuck. She's a small girl, but very
> well built for all that, and is really good in the sack.
>
> By the time we crawled off the bed and back out the open door, Cindy
> Loomis and Dan Loomis invited us into the den. They were looking for
> some action where they could both watch the other get fucked. Cindy had
> removed her tube top by now, and Dan was buff naked. Neither had tan
> lines. Bobbi immediately agreed, and the two women stood next to each
> other in front of a mirrored buffet. Spreading their legs, they bent at
> the waist, and leaned forward. I unzipped yet again, and standing next
> to Dan, plunged into my partner from the rear. The sight of the two of
> us, vigorously ramming it doggy style to the two women and watching
> their tits sway in the mirror in identical fashion, was exhilarating.
> Both women are similar in size, being short, with nice legs, cute
> asses, and are fairly well stacked for their sizes. Dan and Cindy
> talked to each other the entire time, telling how big or tight it felt,
> how hot and horny they were, how much they enjoyed seeing the other one
> get screwed. Weird in a way. Despite the strangeness, however, I
> enjoyed the fuck immensely, and came copiously when Cindy clamped her
> pussy tight on me.
>
> But I think it was beginning to catch up to me. Both Carol and Alice had
> given me blow jobs later, and I was feeling totally fucked out. I
> collapsed on the couch, followed moments later by an equally bedraggled
> Jeff. We both had our pants on, although our shirts were off. Funny
> thing. While the women rapidly stripped down, and tended to stay that
> way, most of the men pulled their pants back on afterwards. When I
> mentioned it to Debby the next day, she said it was a good thing,
> otherwise we'd stick to the furniture. But I wonder. Is that the real
> reason?
>
> "Thank God we only do this once a month.", he said to me. "I don't think
> I could handle more than that."
>
> "No shit! I'll need to buy vitamins and Wheaties."
>
> Jeff laughed for a moment. "How do you like the party?", he asked.
>
> "Wow! I mean, I don't quite know what to say.", I said. Debby and Denise
> came into the room from downstairs. They came over and flopped down on
> the rug at our feet. Debby's dress had joined her panties in a pile in
> the corner. Denise still wore a shirt, Jeff's, open to the waist.
> Otherwise, the only thing they were wearing were high heels and smiles.
> "I'm not even sure what to do!" The threesome laughed.
>
> "No, really!", I protested. "I have never before in my life done
> anything even remotely like this." I turned to Debby. "You know me. You
> knew me before we got married. I've had lots of women, I mean, I was
> even seeing girls during our engagement. I've told you all that. But
> nothing like this!"
>
> Jeff laughed some more. "It's just a cocktail party. It just gets more,
> well, personal." He smiled.
>
> "So Jerry told me."
>
> "No, really. I mean, take your standard cocktail party. A bunch of
> people standing around getting drunk and eating bad, cold canapés. But
> what's really going on?" Jeff arched his eyebrows. "What's really going
> on is that all the guys are watching the women. Looking down a dress
> top, trying to peek up a skirt. And they're doing the same. Looking at
> your crotch, seeing if your pants are tight."
>
> "And the interesting ones? The ones you and your wife talk about the
> entire next week? Those are the ones where some husband gets tanked and
> makes a pass at another guy's wife. Or wifey gets a little too tight,
> and hubby has too drag her off the table before the skirt comes off. We
> just sort of take it the next logical step. The pass gets accepted and
> the skirt comes off."
>
> We all laughed at that. "So what's the etiquette at an orgy?" More
> laughter.
>
> "Etiquette is always the same, in any social situation. And if this
> ain't social nothing is. Speaking professionally, I can give a few
> basic rules." Debby and Denise giggled at this. Jeff wrote an advice
> column under the byline "Ask Aunt Sara" for the local paper.
>
> "Politeness is always in style. One, always ask permission. Mind you,
> this doesn't apply to the girls. They seem to be able to get away with
> just grabbing a guy's balls and saying 'Fuck me'. But we gotta ask.
> Mind you, there's exceptions to every rule."
>
> "Last month we hosted, and it just happened to be Denise's thirtieth
> birthday. So before the party, I put cushions on the coffee table. I
> blindfolded her and tied her naked on the table. I just left her parked
> in the middle of the living room, and any man who wanted just plowed
> in, any time he felt like it."
>
> "You didn't?", said Debby.
>
> Blushing, Denise nodded and said, "Yep. I couldn't even tell who it was.
> They didn't talk. These guys didn't just fuck me. I had to blow them,
> too. A couple knelt over my chest and titfucked me and came on my face.
> Once, they let me up to go pee. And kept my hands tied. I had to blow
> somebody while peeing. Then they tied me back to the coffee table, this
> time face down."
>
> "No.", said Debby.
>
> "Then I took it in the ass." For all of Denise's blushing, her breathing
> became more rapid, and her nipples really perked up. I glimpsed Debby's
> hand move slowly to her crotch. Maybe we'd have to do that sometime.
>
> "Anyway. Two, please and thank you go a long way. It's not just 'wham,
> bam, thank you ma'am'." Warming to the subject, Jeff continued. "Three.
> Like at any good party, mingle. Try to screw all the women, not just
> one or two. They do appreciate the attention." Denise and Debby really
> giggled at his comment. "Be sure to screw the host or hostess, so they
> know you enjoyed the party. If you can't bring wine, crotchless panties
> are an acceptable substitute. Fourth, this is not a football game. Do
> not pat the other men on the ass. High-fives after successfully scoring
> are okay, if a bit gauche. And don't smoke a cigarette afterwards,
> unless the host and hostess allow it."
>
> I laughed deeply. Any lingering nervousness I had felt vanished. "So
> none of the guys go both ways, then."
>
> "Not unless you're the first."
>
> "What about the women?", asked Debby.
>
> "Usually not, but it's not unheard of. Denise and Alice occasionally
> swing that way." Denise blushed and nodded. "Of course, I've always
> felt that the only thing better than lesbian sex is watching." We both
> laughed and high-fived.
>
> With the talk and the rest break, I felt a second wind returning. Or
> perhaps, a third wind. I looked down to where Denise lounged at our
> feet. Boy, she had big hooters. Almost as big as Debby's. "So it would
> be proper if I politely asked Denise to please suck me off?"
>
> Jeff grinned, and said, "Assuredly."
>
> I didn't even have to ask Denise, who rose to her knees before me. Jeff
> looked questioningly at Debby, who also smiled and rose to her knees.
> The two women unzipped our pants and pulled them down. Denise looked
> over at Debby, and said, "Race you."
>
> Debby looked at me and smirked. I'd had a lot of women before we got
> married, going back to junior high school, and nobody has ever matched
> Debby at blow jobs. She had told me once that she really got turned on
> sucking cock, coming as her man did. She loved the feeling of power she
> got when a man twice her size was reduced to a whimpering idiot by her
> lips. Sometimes, when she had her period, when we were alone, she would
> go the entire time topless, blowing me whenever I looked funny. God
> knows she had turned me into a whimpering idiot often enough.
>
> Both women bent to their labors. And it wasn't even a contest. For one
> thing, Jeff wasn't as well equipped as I was. Nothing wrong, mind you,
> he was merely average. Debby had long experience with an extra few
> inches. And Denise simply wasn't up to Debby's level of expertise. Her
> teeth tended to nip a little too much, her tongue action was minimal,
> and she seemed limited to a plain up-and-down Hoover action. Jeff
> popped after only minutes.
>
> Debby licked her lips and looked over at Denise. "Want to know what
> really gets Jimmy going?" Denise, too polite to talk with her mouth
> full, simply grunted out a mumbled 'uh, huh'. "Put a finger in your
> pussy, and get it good and wet."
>
> Denise moved a hand into and up her cunt. I knew what was coming and
> felt myself move closer to orgasm.
>
> "Now, take your finger, and slowly stick it up his ass...That's
> it...Carefully...Watch the nails...Now, really suck, hard."
>
> I came. I blew. I exploded. Jeff watched in fascination as my hips
> bucked, pouring an endless stream of jism down Denise's throat. "Wow!",
> he said. "Honey, you're going to have to remember that!"
>
> Denise allowed my now limp member to drop from her jaws. "Now, make sure
> you lick everything off.", finished Debby. Denise bent down again and
> licked the lingering come off my cock. Then she looked up and smiled at
> Debby, and they gave each other high-fives. Jeff and I both laughed at
> them.
>
> Chapter 6
>
> The party, or whatever, broke up shortly after the dueling blow jobs.
> Debby and I dragged our sorry selves home, and despite the information
> that it'd be better to fuck each other, we literally collapsed on our
> bed and fell asleep.
>
> I awoke first, late in the morning. I thought about a wake up screw, but
> decided I really needed a shower first. I felt covered with dried
> juices, sort of sticky and crusty. The hot water felt great, and I
> stood under the spray quite a while.
>
> When I got out, Debby had awoken and seemed to feel the same. After a
> perfunctory kiss, she whispered, "Later.", and stepped under the still
> running stream. Through the glass I could see her really scrubbing.
>
> I put some old gym shorts on, and got out an outfit for Debby. Then I
> went down to put on some coffee and make some toast. I had finished and
> sat down in my lounger, when I heard Debby go into the kitchen. From
> the sounds, I could tell she, too, was dining on toast and coffee. Then
> she came into the den.
>
> "Can I get you anything else, sir?"
>
> I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of
> words. She was dressed simply. Very long, sheer black, thigh top
> stockings went up her long legs, almost touching her crotch. Her feet
> were strapped into slim black shoes with five inch heels. Otherwise,
> she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied
> behind her back, and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most
> vivid imagination.
>
> I studied her for a few minutes. She maintained an erect, expectant
> posture, as a proper servant should. Then I motioned towards my coffee
> cup. "More, please."
>
> "Of course, sir." She leaned at the waist slowly, giving me a good view
> of big tits swinging in my face, and then slowly picked up the cup and
> saucer. She sauntered from the room, her buns in a fascinating figure
> eight motion.
>
> She returned and set down my cup in the same fashion. Slowly, I picked
> up the cup and sipped. Nodding, I indicated my acceptance.
>
> "Any other way I can serve you, sir?"
>
> Looking her over again, I reached down to the waist of my shorts.
> Grasping the elastic firmly, I pulled them off my bulging organ and
> tucked them down below my balls.
>
> Studying my erection, Debby said, "Yes, sir. Orally, vaginally, or
> anally?"
>
> Pretending to ponder, I waited a moment, and then said, "Um, your mouth,
> I think. Yes, your mouth. We'll save the rest for later."
>
> "Very good, sir."
>
> Debby knelt between my spread legs and proceeded to give me a world
> class mouthfuck. Oh, man, I thought, this was even better than last
> night! After bringing me to the brink at least three times, Debby took
> her mouth off and looked up at me. "Would you like me to titfuck you as
> well, sir?"
>
> I gurgled out an appropriately pompous agreement, and she stuffed my wet
> cock between her mounds. Clasping them there with both hands, she
> bounced her tits up and down around my cock, sucking the head every
> time it approached her lips. This time she let me come, licking up the
> come shooting out of my cock. Some dribbled onto her tits, which she
> wiped up with her fingers, licking them off.
>
> The rest of the day passed this way. Debby was the ever attentive
> servant, and I was a very attentive master. I fucked her several times,
> had a box lunch, and got her off twice with nipple massages.
>
> That evening, Debby put on a very revealing dress, very low cut and lots
> of slits well up her thighs, and I took her out to dinner. We went
> parking out at the reservoir, where I did her twice in the back seat.
> Then home again, for a fairly normal screw in bed.
>
> The next morning, my parents brought the boys back. Debby didn't laugh
> when they said they needed a long nap that afternoon, because the boys
> wore them out.
>
> ***
>
> The rest of the month passed in a similar fashion. It seemed as if every
> night, Debby put on a different nightie and we fucked at least twice.
> If either's spirits seemed to flag, a subtle mention of the party made
> the hormones race. Weekends we slept late, not sleeping, but sucking
> and fucking. It seemed as if most nights Debby went braless, and I took
> to taking my shorts off as soon as I got home. Occasionally, dinner was
> a few minutes late as she helped me remove them.
>
> Most evenings Debby wore dresses and skirts, and after the boys went to
> bed, would do me in the family room. She'd simply lift her skirt and
> whisper, "Fuck me.", as she unzipped my pants. Even her period didn't
> seem to slow her down. One night, she came downstairs dressed in tight
> white hot pants that were so tiny they seemed little more than zippered
> denim panties, white high-heeled sandals, and an absolutely transparent
> white blouse tied at her waist. She put a porno tape on the VCR and
> blew me as I watched. Then she untied the blouse and blew me again.
> Then she took the blouse off and titfucked me. At this point I began to
> run out of steam, so Debby put in a different dirty movie, pulled my
> pants completely off, and began slowly licking my entire crotch. She
> really cleaned my balls and cock, getting it hard again, before she
> sucked me off a fourth time!
>
> I finally had enough. Standing on wobbly legs, I led the way to bed.
> Hoping to drop into a deep sleep, I was pleasantly disappointed when
> she pushed her shorts down her hips and bent at the waist. Looking over
> her shoulder at me, she told me I couldn't put it in her cunt, but
> she'd really get off if I assfucked her. She was truly hot and tight.
> While my performance couldn't have been my best, Debby seemed to
> appreciate the effort considerably. I, of course, damn near fell asleep
> at the office the next day.
>
> Finally, the day of the next party arrived. I was going to wear pretty
> much the same outfit I had worn before, slacks, shirt, and loafers. No
> socks, no shorts. Tonight, Debby wore a long, cotton, tee-shirt dress
> that buttoned from the low cut neckline to the hem, high heels, and no
> panties this time. She had already showered and dressed when the
> doorbell rang. As I climbed into the shower, she told me she had asked
> Jenny to pick up a pizza for herself and the boys, and went down to say
> hello and get the boys settled.
>
> I was pulling my pants on when Debby came back into our bedroom and
> locked the door. I looked over at her quizzically, as she sat on the
> bed, and she said, "I want to start a new tradition. We didn't have the
> energy to screw afterwards, and we're not supposed to screw each other
> at the party." She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. "So I want
> you to fuck me now, before the party."
>
> Grinning, I dropped my pants back to the floor and stepped out of them.
> The invitation, and sight of my wife's immense breasts had gotten me
> quite hard. Reaching down, I pulled her dress, still buttoned below the
> waist, above her hips. Pushing her back on the bed, I stepped between
> her wide spread thighs and plunged in. "I like tradition.", I said.
>
> "Hard and fast, Jimmy! Fuck me hard and fast!", she moaned into my ear.
>
> Whether it was because of the impending orgy, or the fact that the
> neighbor's daughter was downstairs, or simply innate horniness, Debby
> was really hot and juicy. Wrapping her arms around my back and her legs
> around my waist, she drew me tightly into her. The dress, tight and
> somewhat stretchy, pulled back, and her rock hard nipples ground into
> my chest. I put my hips into high speed action and we moaned quietly to
> a very intense and wet orgasm. After a few moments lying together, we
> stood, and Debby dried our crotches with my towel. Finishing dressing,
> we rushed downstairs.
>
> Jenny was dressed in another set from her apparently endless supply of
> cutoffs and white tee shirts. No bra. Hmmm? Debby had told her we would
> be late. Perhaps she had lined up some couch action for after the boys
> went to sleep. Or 'studying' as my high school girlfriends used to call
> it. Of course the only thing I had been studying had been their tits
> and cunts. She did have nice tits, for jailbait.
>
> Jeff and Denise lived in a newer section of the neighborhood, a few
> miles away. We got there about fifteen minutes late, getting lost in a
> seeming rabbit's warren in the process. But we were in good company.
> Dan and Cindy pulled up moments after us, and we walked up the path
> together.
>
> We rang the bell several times, and were wondering whether the party was
> cancelled, when Jeff opened the door. Barefoot and shirtless, he smiled
> and let us in. "We kinda got started early.", he explained. "Come on, I
> just finished the entertainment center. We're down there, watching
> movies."
>
> He led us down into what had once been a basement, stopping once in the
> kitchen and getting us all some cold beers. "There's more downstairs,
> of course." Then he took us downstairs.
>
> The four of us stopped and stared as we entered the room. The room had
> been really done up nicely. New carpet, a wet bar against one wall, a
> big wide screen TV against the far wall, a monster stereo, new
> furniture. But what we stopped and stared at was the hot and heavy
> action going on all around us.
>
> A J-shaped sectional couch was centered in the room, the base of the J
> facing the TV. The five foot screen showed a five foot blow job, as a
> hard core movie was in the tape player. Seated at the base of the J was
> Carol, sitting between Ted and Bob. The two men were lounged back,
> shirts open, pants around their knees, legs up on the coffee table
> before them. Carol was also lounged back, wearing nothing but high
> heels, stockings, and a garter belt, her legs wide spread and draped
> over the two men. In each hand she was stroking an erection, and Bob
> and Ted reciprocated with their hands in and on her pussy. All three
> were staring at the movie and breathing heavily.
>
> Denise and Alice were between the coffee table and the television, on
> the floor, and oblivious to the film. Both were stark naked and in a
> heated sixty-nine, Denise laying on her back, and Alice kneeling over
> her. They both were slurping noisily.
>
> On the long side of the J, Jerry sat in the center of the sofa. He too
> was shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. Bobbi, a sundress
> pulled both down and up to her waist, sat in his lap, facing away from
> him. Her thigh top stocking clad thighs were wide spread, and his
> massive dick was deep in her cunt. Like Debby, she was wearing high
> heeled sandals. Jeff grinned at us, and walked over to them. Standing
> before the coupling couple, he undid his pants and stuck his erect
> organ in her face. Far from disconcerted, she leaned forward and
> proceeded to begin sucking him, bouncing on Jerry's erection as she did
> so.
>
> "Wow!", whispered Cindy. Coming out of my daze, I could only mutter
> agreement. I led her to the other side of the sectional, and I sank
> into a large armchair at the end. Cindy plopped down into my lap and
> swung her legs up over the side, so she was laying across my lap. I
> took a good swig of my beer and looked her over. She was really cute
> tonight, wearing a sort of light wrap dress that came to mid thigh. Or
> did when standing. Now, with her legs over the arm of our chair and her
> high heels pointed at the threesome, it slid down to her crotch. Her
> nipples poked her top up, and quite a bit of very nice cleavage showed.
>
>
> Cindy took a healthy swallow of beer and watched me look her over.
> Silently, she rubbed the condensation off the bottle onto her nipples,
> and they seemed to spring even further upright, pushing on the now wet
> fabric. Then she ran the bottle down between her thighs, spreading the
> wrap apart, and resting for a moment on her very trim bush, before
> taking another drink. I took another sip, and then switched the bottle
> to my other hand. My first hand I slipped between her thighs. She
> parted them slightly, and I slid my middle finger up inside her tight
> little pussy, as my thumb rubbed her clit.
>
> Cindy sipped her beer quietly, her eyes closed and her back arching. I
> continued to look around the room as I absentmindedly fingered her.
> Denise and Alice had switched positions, with Denise now on top of a
> reclining Alice. Jeff was still being sucked by Bobbi, still fucking
> Jerry, same way as before, but perhaps more energetically, if possible.
> She was really bouncing and sucking now. The threesome had finished
> their mutual masturbation and had gotten more adventurous. Ted was
> stretched out on the couch, with Carol straddling him, his cock up her
> cunt. Bob had taken his pants off completely and was kneeling behind
> Carol, and was in the process of inserting his hard, red cockhead into
> her ass.
>
> I looked over at the bar, and was surprised to see Debby and Dan still
> dressed and apparently talking. But a closer look revealed that Dan had
> popped a button in the middle of Debby's dress and one of his hands was
> working furiously at my wife's crotch. And Debby wasn't talking, she
> was moaning. One hand was gripping, white-knuckled, her beer bottle, as
> the other attempted, haltingly, to undo his buttons and zipper. She was
> less successful than Dan, as before she could finish with his pants,
> she grabbed his hand with both of hers and shook all over. Finally, she
> collapsed on the bar stool for a moment, Dan's hand still inside her
> dress and thighs, then she damn near ripped her dress off and sank to
> her knees before him. Dan popped open his jeans, and she wolfed down
> the erect cock before her.
>
> My actions on Cindy had the desired effect. Eyes still closed, her back
> suddenly arched so hard she lifted off my lap. Gasping, she screamed,
> loud enough so that Dan, Denise, and Jerry looked over at us before
> turning back to their partners. I continued this pleasant torment for
> several minutes and then removed my sopping hand. Cindy sank back down
> on my lap, breathing heavily, and I had another drink. Then I set down
> my empty bottle and turned all my attentions to her.
>
> Reaching down, I untied the ties holding the front together, and slipped
> the thin straps from her shoulders. She leaned forward and I stripped
> the dress from her pliant body. "Lift up a moment.", I asked. Cindy,
> now wearing only her sandals, lifted off my lap, and I unzipped my
> pants and pushed them halfway down my thighs. As she lowered herself
> back to my lap, I reached between her thighs again, and guided my
> straining member inside her pussy. My cock, moments before
> uncomfortably lodged down a pants legs, was now quite comfortably
> lodged to the hilt in her hot, wet box. Cindy sighed in pleasure, and
> brought her legs together and crossed them at the ankles, trapping me
> within. I concentrated on pinching and rolling between my fingers her
> now sweaty nipples, as she unbuttoned my shirt. Her pussy kept up a
> delightful squeezing action around my trapped dick. By now I was
> completely ignoring the actions around us. After several minutes, she
> began to arch her back and straighten her legs, starting a bouncing
> motion which pulled at my embedded organ. God, I was going to have to
> teach Debby this one! I grunted heavily as we came together. Even
> afterwards, my now flaccid dick seemed imprisoned, wondrously so.
>
> My cock rapidly lengthened again, and I thought that Cindy was going for
> a repeat. Instead, she waited to it was full length and throbbing, then
> uncrossed her legs and stood up. The swiveling action as she turned
> away almost made me come in itself. Then, facing me, she kissed my
> cheek and gave my engorged cock a playful tug. "Variety is the spice of
> life, sweetie.", she said, and sauntered across the room. Oh, God! All
> I could do was groan with frustration.
>
> Lucky me, Alice saw and heard my moan. She crawled over to me, leaving
> Denise to find her own man. "Looking for a good time, sailor?"
>
> "A blow job would earn my eternal gratitude.", I replied. She giggled
> and knelt in front of me.
>
> "I'll remember that some day when I need my pussy licked.", Alice
> responded. And then she bent to her task.
>
> I had almost forgotten just how good a blow job Alice could give. Around
> us partners and patterns changed, but I didn't notice. Her tongue felt
> like a snake, swirling and twirling around my root. She sucked like I
> had stuck my dick in the vacuum cleaner. I thought blood would pop out,
> and I knew my jism would. She tugged my pants down my legs and off my
> feet, then spread my legs wide. Her long red fingernails scratched and
> caressed my aching balls. And all the while, her head was moving like a
> jackhammer. If it was possible, she'd be a sure candidate for fellatio
> whiplash. I came. Big time. It never even touched her tonsils, just
> pumped straight down her throat. She never gagged once.
>
> Better than Debby? Maybe not. One of these parties I'd have to let them
> duke it out for the championship. Or suck it out, I should say.
>
> Chapter 7
>
> By the time the first fevered frenzy ended, so did the movie. Ted
> slipped another flick into the VCR, and everyone settled back to
> quietly fondle and watch.
>
> Now, let's face it. These things are not going to win Oscars. They're
> not 'Gone With The Wind'. I mean, they're not even up to 'Plan Nine
> From Outer Space'. After all, if these people could act, they be
> acting, right?
>
> Still, there's gradations even among porn movies. The better ones have
> at least some level of plot, and a script consisting of more than just
> dubbed in moans. The cast has met certain minimum standards for
> physical attractiveness. And it doesn't look like Junior did it with
> Dad's HandyCam for a grade school project.
>
> And then there was this bomb. How it ever saw the light of day, I'll
> never know. I'm not sure I want to know.
>
> After about five minutes of steadily declining quality, several of the
> guys complained and demanded it be yanked. But, almost en masse, the
> girls loudly cried to keep it going. They were having a blast! They
> were laughing to bust a gut!
>
> Now, I've often watched dirty movies with women. Debby and I rent one
> every couple of weeks, and watch it after the kids go to bed. Hell, we
> even made one once. But for us it was simply a form of visual foreplay.
> We'd watch and play with each other, and then fuck towards the middle
> or end. We rarely saw the entire thing.
>
> The women were just shrieking with laughter! "...look! She can't even
> get it up!...who moans like that?...those aren't love handles, they're
> spare tires...he's got to hold it or it'll go limp!...yeah, right, a
> bikini and an C-section scar...Christ, if they had put in any more
> silicone she'd fall over..."
>
> For a second I thought it was just me. Maybe I was just too dumb to
> figure it out. But I looked around the room and met incredulous stares
> from the other guys. Without question, all the men had been transported
> to the Twilight Zone. And the women to the Comedy Club.
>
> "...men are such pigs!...I wouldn't touch our mailman with a ten foot
> pole...that's not a cock, it's a mutation!...who'd get a tattoo
> there?...well, no wonder! She's so coked up she couldn't remember the
> lines with the script in her hands...and clapped up to boot..."
>
> Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was
> mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing
> chorus of "Men are such pigs!", they trooped off together to the
> bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each
> other, with dicks and dignity wilting.
>
> The party resumed shortly thereafter. And the wait was worth it. The
> girls had all washed up and redone their makeup and hair. And Alice had
> everyone strip, and had loaned them matching thigh top stockings to go
> with their heels. They were intensely eager by the time they came back.
> But they selected the films the rest of the night.
>
> ***
>
> We got home around one or so. I paid Jenny and watched as she crossed
> the street and went home. When I came back in, Debby had gone upstairs.
> I did a fast check on the house and followed her. Didn't find any
> evidence of 'studying'. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe not. What would
> constitute evidence?
>
> Debby had simply collapsed on the bed. She looked up when I said I was
> going to take a fast shower and nodded. But by the time I came out, she
> was sound asleep. I left her as she was, crawled in on my side, and was
> sleeping inside of five minutes. At least we had fucked before the
> party, if not after.
>
> I woke the next morning to an empty bed and the sound of Debby
> showering. I rolled over sleepily, hoping she'd want to crawl back in
> with me. When I heard the bedroom door open and close, I realized my
> luck was shot. Gotta feed the boys. Fuck it, I could use the sleep.
>
> I slowly awoke from a wonderful dream involving Miss November and a blow
> job to the realization it wasn't quite a dream. Looking down, I saw
> Debby kneeling on the bed sucking my early morning erection. She had
> pulled the covers completely off of me. She looked up and smiled. "I
> told the boys that if they wanted to live beyond today, they'd keep
> quiet and watch cartoons. And if they didn't, we wouldn't visit my Mom
> today."
>
> Debby for sure hadn't worn her present outfit down to feed the boys.
> Bright red crotchless panties and a bright red transparent nightshirt.
> She took me in her mouth again, and I stretched out and put my hands
> behind my head and watched. Yes, Alice was great. But Debby was even
> better. Familiarity does not always breed contempt. In this case it
> bred proficiency.
>
> After several minutes of passive, but pleasant, watching, Debby swung
> her body upwards along the bed. She lay on her side, still doing me,
> and lifted a thigh, giving me a great shot of her wet, pink cunt. I
> moved one arm down and began fingering her squeaky clean clit. A slight
> shudder went through her body, and a low moan passed her cock filled
> lips, and she stuck a finger up my ass. Needless to say, I exploded in
> her mouth.
>
> After licking me clean, Debby crawled up and collapsed half on my chest.
> One hand stayed on my cock, idly stroking, as she slowly licked my
> nipples. Yeah, I know, some guys get turned on by this. Not me. But
> women are always doing this in the movies and romance novels, and I
> guess she figures it's sort of automatic. But how do you tell something
> as stupid as that to a woman who's really trying to get you going. I
> think she really believe it works, and it's not because she's usually
> jerking me off or fucking me that has me hard. Like her jerking me off
> now was getting me hard again. I suppose she feels the same way about
> something I do to her. Honesty is not always the best policy, and
> ignorance can be bliss.
>
> Debby drew her legs up and knelt. Straddling me, she used both hands to
> spread apart the panties and her pussy lips, and slowly sank onto my
> rigid shaft. She kept both hands on her clit and began slowly rocking
> back and forth.
>
> Her nipples were rock hard, protruding a full inch from her gently
> swaying D cup breasts. I reached up and unbuttoned the nightshirt. It
> fell from her shoulders, down her arms, and stopped on her forearms.
> Her hands never left our joined crotches. I moved the shirttails behind
> her hips. I put both hands behind my head again to watch.
>
> Her long fingers slipped down to rub my cock, while her thumbs stayed
> glued to her prominent clit. And she began whispering to me, about how
> she had enjoyed the party. About how turned on she had been watching me
> fuck all those other women. And about how much she had enjoyed being
> fucked by all the guys. She recounted the number of times she had come
> with each of them in a really graphic way. And all the while she rocked
> atop me, tits swaying, pussy twitching and clamping around me. Finally,
> I could stand no more and, after God alone knows how long, my hips
> bucked up towards her and I spewed into her.
>
> Debby slipped off the nightshirt and, once again, collapsed onto my
> chest with one hand on my cock. But this time we were both worn out.
> Her breathing deepened to sleep and I dozed off too, as my come soaked
> nuts tightened in the morning cool.
>
> ***
>
> We drove down to Salem right after lunch. On waking the second time, I
> had Debby kneel on the bed while I did her from behind, a fast, short,
> vigorous screw we both enjoyed tremendously. The final act of an
> excellent night.
>
> Debby's mom, Elizabeth, had invited us down for the night, saying she
> had an important announcement to make. No matter how much Debby had
> whined and wheedled, her mother refused to explain further, so we
> packed up the Daring Duo and off we went.
>
> Debby's mother didn't say anything at all even after we got there. She
> just said we were all going to dinner at a really nice place in town,
> and it would have to wait till then. While her daughter wasn't too
> pleased, I simply shrugged my shoulders and waited.
>
> We all drove over in my car and got to the place around sevenish. I wore
> a suit and Debby wore a pretty, if demure, dress. The boys had been
> forced into hated ties. The surprise came when Elizabeth took off her
> coat. She was dressed much less conservatively than her daughter. She
> had on a skin tight black and silver outfit, knee length, but with a
> fair sized slit up one thigh. Nice legs. Showed quite a bit of
> cleavage, too, and I doubted if she could be wearing a brassiere. I was
> sure the straps would show. Nice tits, too. Thirty six C cups, at
> least. For once, Debby showed a poker face.
>
> Elizabeth looked around, seemingly for someone else, but didn't see
> anyone. She continued to look at the entrance even after we sat at our
> table. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, her face brightened
> considerably, and she stood. She almost skipped to the foyer, and
> brought a man to the table, her arm wrapped in his.
>
> Holy shit! It was Romeo! In the uniform of a major general in the Army,
> no less!
>
> "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I had a Congressional delegation at my office
> late. I didn't even have time to change."
>
> "Anthony Rider, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Deborah. And this is
> her husband, James. And their sons, James and Brian."
>
> We all shook hands, Brian rather reluctantly. I was rather stunned by my
> recognition of the fellow Elizabeth had obviously screwed that night at
> the Holiday Inn. Debby figured it out when he looked at me funny and
> asked if we had ever met.
>
> Snapping out of it, I shook my head and said, "No, I don't think so. But
> I come down here every couple of months on business. Maybe you saw me
> around town?" Now it was Debby's turn to be shocked.
>
> Elizabeth explained that she had met the general in town near the Army
> base.
>
> "Yes, we sort of ran into each other.", he said dryly.
>
> "Now you know it was your car which ran into mine!", Elizabeth
> protested.
>
> "Of course, my dear.", Anthony replied. "You're obviously right." He
> rolled his eyes and we all laughed.
>
> The boys were fascinated by the Army officer. Brian wanted to know if he
> had killed anybody and Little Jimmy wanted to know what all his medals
> were for. Anthony simply smiled and said his medals were for paperwork.
>
>
> "Not quite, General.", I interrupted. "Unless I'm very much mistaken,
> that's a Distinguished Service Cross, a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars,
> and three Purple Hearts." Military medalry is a hobby of mine.
>
> He looked at me sharply and coldly. But then his eyes took on a far away
> look, and a sad smile crossed his face. "A long time ago, in a far away
> place." He was quiet for a moment. "Better men deserved more and
> received less."
>
> I knew what he meant. Also present were campaign ribbons for Vietnam.
>
> Elizabeth broke the mood with an imperious question. "Anthony! You never
> told me you'd been wounded?"
>
> "Nicked, my dear, just nicked. They handed these things out for cutting
> yourself on your beer can."
>
> Over dinner, Anthony explained that he was retiring from the Army this
> winter. "I've seen one big war and too many small ones. Oh, I suppose I
> could stay in and push paper at some dismal base in Lower Slobbovia.
> But why? It's a young man's game..."
>
> "You're not old, Anthony. That would imply that I'm old.", laughed
> Elizabeth.
>
> He chuckled, and said to her, "No, just not young anymore." Turning back
> to Debby and me, he continued. "And after I met Elizabeth, I couldn't
> see losing her. So I'll put in my papers and settle down here."
>
> "Doing what?", asked Debby.
>
> "Oh, I don't know. Maybe some consulting. Write a book. Who knows? I
> mean, generals get pretty good pensions these days. We won't starve."
>
> "We?", Debby asked.
>
> "That's why I asked you here.", said Elizabeth. "Anthony and I are going
> to get married."
>
> It got hectic there for a few minutes. First Debby gave a stunned gasp,
> then both she and her mother were hugging and crying. Just as they
> settled down, Anthony pulled out a ring and slipped it on Elizabeth's
> hand, and the madness started again. I smiled a lot and congratulated
> the couple, and kept the boys in line. Little Jimmy thought it was kind
> of neat, figuring that such an ancient couple would marry before moving
> to a retirement home or some such. Brian just thought it was all real
> mushy.
>
> The excitement got to the boys shortly thereafter. Little Jimmy started
> getting quite fidgety. Brian fell asleep in his chair, bolt upright,
> and snoring loudly, to the vast amusement of the nearby tables.
> Elizabeth told us to go home without her, as her fiancée had promised
> to take her dancing after dinner. With me carrying the youngest, we
> left the hand-holding pair.
>
> Chapter 8
>
> We got the boys back to Debby's mom's place without trouble. We put them
> to bed and had some coffee while watching the late news, and then went
> to bed ourselves. We were staying in a spare bedroom across the hall
> from her mother's room, and the boys were in Debby's old room.
>
> We crawled into bed expecting to go right to sleep. Debby was in an old
> cotton tee shirt and I was in my shorts. I certainly wasn't figuring to
> screw Debby in her Mom's house. But, somehow, when Debby leaned into me
> to kiss me good night, the kiss became somewhat extended. And so I
> leaned into her and kissed her again, a bit more lingeringly. She
> returned the favor with another kiss, this time slipping me some
> tongue.
>
> Well, I can take a hint. I wrapped my arms around her back and responded
> with my own tongue. In no time at all, I was licking and kissing her
> neck and ears, as she slowly moaned into mine. I'm not sure who
> undressed whom first. Very shortly we were naked, with me on top and
> Debby's legs around my waist, in a slow, leisurely fuck. Debby orgasmed
> twice, quietly but intensely, whimpering into my ear, before I finally
> gave the final thrust and came.
>
> We lay back in each other's arms, caressing the other, when we heard the
> front door open and close. Elizabeth lived in a large, old, but
> carefully refurbished, Victorian house. Voices came up through a
> ventilation grate, faintly but clearly.
>
> "You can't come upstairs tonight, Anthony. The children are staying over
> tonight. Let's go in the parlor, instead."
>
> Debby stiffened in my arms. She had heard her mother as clearly as I
> had, and understood the implication as had I. Her mother was telling
> her boyfriend they couldn't screw in her bedroom, so they had to do it
> downstairs!
>
> I sat up and looked around the room. In the moonlight, I could see the
> grate by the wall. I turned back to my wife and, putting a finger to my
> lips, took her hand. I pulled her upright.
>
> "What are you doing?", she whispered to me.
>
> "Sshhh. Let's listen." I tugged her off the bed towards the grate.
>
> "We cant'!", she whispered back. But her protest seemed rather feeble.
> And then stopped on hearing the conversation from below. The parlor was
> directly under our room, and the voices carried quite clearly up
> through the grating.
>
> "Can I get you some coffee, Anthony?", her mother said.
>
> "No, but you can get out of that dress."
>
> Debby gave a quiet gasp, but the other couple never noticed.
>
> "Why, Anthony? I've heard about you soldiers. Why, if I was standing
> here in only my stockings and heels, you'd want to push me onto the
> couch, throw my legs in the air, and ravish me!"
>
> "What an excellent idea, my dear."
>
> The next sound we heard was a long zipper being pulled down.
>
> "Have I told you lately, just how beautiful you are, my dear? How I love
> your tits? Your thighs? How I like it when you shave your pussy?"
>
> Debby was stock still, flabbergasted at the words. I was grinning madly.
> So her mom shaved her cunt? Cool! I turned back to the bed and pulled a
> comforter and two pillows off the bed. I handed the pillows to Debby,
> which woke her from her daze, and spread the comforter on the floor
> near the grate. I quietly sat down on the quilt, and pulled Debby down
> next to me. She placed the pillows near the grate, and we both lay face
> down on our elbows, listening for more.
>
> Anthony had apparently disrobed also, for the next words were from
> Elizabeth.
>
> "Why, Anthony, erect again? I thought that blow job I gave you in the
> car had tired you out?"
>
> "My forces have regrouped and are ready for a fresh assault. Now, what
> did you say soldiers did?...First I push you onto the couch..." We hear
> a squeak from the cushions of a couch. "Then I throw your legs up into
> the air...Like this?...And then ravish you?" Elizabeth responded with
> gasps and moans.
>
> My cock, minutes ago limp as a wet noodle, was achingly hard by now.
> Listening to Debby's mom start fucking was a real turn on! Silently, I
> knelt behind Debby. Gently taking her hips in my hands, I slowly pulled
> her to a kneeling position. Reaching around, I tugged both pillows
> under her, one on top of the other. Then I pushed her down again so
> that her hips rested on the pillows. Her ass pointed up at me, several
> inches off the floor.
>
> Pushing her legs together, I straddled her thighs. I lowered my cock to
> the crack of her ass and rubbed it for a few moments. Then I slid it
> down between her thighs and penetrated her pussy. She was as hot and
> wet as I could ever ask. Listening to her mom screw had really turned
> her on, also. Slowly I pushed my way in to the hilt, my balls rubbing
> her thighs. I rested my hands on either side of her hips.
>
> This is one of my all time favorite positions. The depth of penetration
> is excellent. And Debby presses her legs together, generating
> unbelievable friction and grip on my cock. As I began moving in long,
> slow strokes, I could feel every bump and fold in her cunt.
>
> Below us, the action was also heating up. Elizabeth was alternately
> moaning and gasping out, "...yes, yes...oh, it's so big...fuck
> me!...faster...slower...yes!...that's it...", while her lover merely
> grunted and groaned, loud and long. His earlier blow job, like my
> earlier fuck, had drained the urgency from his balls, and together we
> plowed our partners for a good, long time.
>
> Finally, Elizabeth began gasping out that she was going to come, and
> that urged both Anthony and myself to greater efforts. Debby wasn't
> saying how she felt, she had stuffed the edge of the quilt into her
> mouth and her screams of pleasure never made it past my ears. I think
> both Anthony and I exploded at the same instant, to judge my
> Elizabeth's moans and Debby's twitching. I gently collapsed onto
> Debby's back, as we heard her mother and her mother's fiancée
> disentangling below us.
>
> We lay gently together for several minutes, my cock slowly softening,
> still in Debby's slowly pulsing cunt. Then from below we heard
> Elizabeth talking again, if somewhat breathily.
>
> "Well, Anthony, you've fucked my mouth and pussy tonight. Are you going
> for all three holes, or should I just kiss you good night and go to bed
> feeling not quite satisfied?"
>
> Holy shit, she just asked him to ass fuck her! My cock stirred, and
> began to lengthen.
>
> "Jesus, Elizabeth! I think you just damn near broke it off! Give me a
> minute will you!"
>
> "Of course, love. Why don't I just play with myself for a few minutes,
> until you get your breath back."
>
> Wow! My cock continued to grow in Debby's now come soaked pussy. I
> reached up and took her arms. Pulling them downwards, I lifted my
> weight off her body, and pushed her hands towards her own pussy.
> Shortly thereafter I could feel her fingers massaging her own clit. I
> kept my cock in her cunt, not moving, but feeling it gently grip and
> release me.
>
> Anthony must have recuperated by now, because the next thing we heard
> was, "Now just kneel there on the floor and lean onto the couch...no,
> no, leave your hands right where they are...spread your legs
> more...unnnh..."
>
> I was fully erect, too, by now. I slowly pulled out of Debby's drenched
> pussy. Positioning my cockhead in the crack of her ass, I reached down
> and directed it towards her sphincter. Finding her little, rubbery
> ring, I slowly pushed the head in, holding my cock in one hand to
> ensure penetration. I kept pushing, as Debby moaned into the comforter,
> until I was fully engulfed. God, was she hot and tight!
>
> Our assfuck didn't last long. As soon as her ass had accommodated me, I
> began plunging in and out, hard and fast. Below us, Anthony was doing
> the same. Elizabeth, either forgetting her guests, or just not giving a
> shit anymore, was screaming out her pleasure. This kind of action can't
> go on very long, and ours didn't. We all came within seconds of each
> other.
>
> Mercifully, Elizabeth was sated, even if only for the night. Shortly
> thereafter, her lover dressed and left, and Debby and I crawled back
> into our bed and collapsed into sleep.
>
> ***
>
> The rest of the next month we slowly got back to our normal selves.
> Rather than fucking three times a day, and more on weekends, we settled
> down to our regular twice a night. Oh, for sure some days we did much
> more, and some days, not at all. But in general, the mad frenzy we had
> been in since that first party at Jerry and Carol's passed. We both
> went back to wearing underwear most of the time.
>
> The month passed quickly enough. Amazingly, we had really lucked out on
> our schedule for July. The party was the last Friday night, and Jenny
> could sit again. And starting Saturday, the boys went to Scout camp for
> a week. So Debby and I had made plans to take a trip of our own, to the
> seashore. We planned to fuck ourselves silly for an entire week, with
> no kids around to interrupt us.
>
> I got home that Friday evening in time to open the door for the
> babysitter, running across from her house across the street. It was
> pouring outside, and Jenny's nipples were clearly visible through the
> thin cotton of the tee shirt. Just as I closed the door, the bell rang.
> I opened it to greet a semi-pissed off pizza delivery guy. Apparently,
> while staring at Jenny's chest, I had closed the door in his face. A
> big tip was in order.
>
> I carried the pizza into the kitchen and set it on the table. Jenny and
> the boys appeared as if by magic, and promptly began devouring slices.
> For a few moments I stared at the young girls tits, clearly outlined by
> the clinging fabric. Then I tore my gaze away, before she caught an old
> pervert watching. I wandered upstairs to change.
>
> I entered our bedroom and heard the shower running. As I stripped down,
> the water stopped, and I heard Debby drying herself. I was naked when
> she came out of the bathroom. She came into my arms and gave me a long,
> sloppy kiss. More than a kiss, it was whole body foreplay, as she
> squirmed against me. Her nipples dug into my chest, as her cunt and
> navel rubbed against my groin and belly. My cock, semi-rigid already,
> sprang into a full, glorious erection.
>
> "Ready for more tradition?", she asked. At my grinning nod, she leaned
> against the dresser and hopped up on it. She scooted her ass forward
> until her pussy was at the edge, and spread her thighs wide. Then she
> reached down between us and took my hardon in both hands. After a brief
> hand job to make sure it was rock hard, she pulled me to her and tucked
> it into her cunt.
>
> Christ, she was wet! And hot! She kept both hands at our joined
> crotches, rubbing both my dick and her pussy. Her legs she wrapped
> around my waist, and tightly hugged me to her. In turn, I placed both
> hands on her ass and hips, and began rapidly thrusting for all I was
> worth. The dresser began bucking against the wall, and I thought for
> sure they'd hear it downstairs. Not that I cared. Wild horses couldn't
> have dragged me out of Debby just then. After about fifteen minutes,
> both of us hot and sweaty, Debby began whimpering and twitching on my
> cock. This was the final spark for me. Back arching, I rammed in and
> standing on my toes, lifted her off the dresser. Impaled on me, we both
> came massively.
>
> After a few moments wrapped in each other, we got our breaths back and
> separated. Together we went into the bathroom, but while I stepped into
> the shower, Debby stayed outside. When I invited her in to shower with
> me, she simply laughed.
>
> "Then we'll never get to the party!"
>
> "So what?"
>
> "Oh, behave, Jimmy!" Debby picked up a washcloth and ran it under some
> water in the sink. She then began taking a sink bath. I left the shower
> door open and watched. She washed all over, taking quite a bit of care
> of her pussy and tits. Apparently, they were very dirty. I really got
> turned on when she sat on the toilet and pissed. Her legs were wide
> open and facing me, I could see the stream clearly. She really had to
> wash their again. My hardon was painful when I stepped from the shower.
>
>
> "Christ, hun, I really need to fuck you again!", I pleaded.
>
> "Nope. Maybe later. Now get dressed and get out. I've got to get ready."
>
>
> "Please?"
>
> "No.", she laughed.
>
> Chapter 9
>
> Tonight's party was at Bob and Bobbi's place. As we drove over, Debby
> loosened her long raincoat enough so that her legs showed through the
> opening. A lot of leg, too. She wouldn't let me see what she was
> wearing before we left, but it sure couldn't be much. No stockings, and
> no visible hemline. Was she naked? By the time we got there, I was rock
> hard again.
>
> Matters didn't change when we got there. Bob let us in, and then
> directed Debby down the hall, where she disappeared into a bedroom. She
> still had on the raincoat. Confused, I wandered into the living room.
> Grabbing a beer from the bar, I sat down and asked Jeff what was up.
>
> "It's Olympics night.", he responded gleefully.
>
> "Huh?"
>
> "Olympics night. Didn't Debby tell you?"
>
> "Nope."
>
> "Probably wanted to surprise you."
>
> I interrupted. "She surely did. What the hell is Olympics Night?"
>
> Jeff grinned widely. "Several years ago, we had a party during the
> Olympics, and somebody bright made a joke about having the girls put on
> a competition. Any number of witty and not so witty suggestions were
> made, and the girls argued with us. Anyway, the bottom line was that,
> the following month the girls put on Olympic Night for the guys."
>
> "No shit! Is there an Olympic Night where we have to do something,
> too?", I asked.
>
> "Nah. We tried it once, and it bombed. But somehow this just keeps
> going, year in, year out.", Jeff said.
>
> "So what goes on?" I was really curious. Is this why Debby had been so
> secretive about her dressing? Must have been.
>
> While Jeff and I were talking, the last couple, Dan and Cindy, had
> arrived. Cindy had been shuffled off to the bedroom, and Dan had
> dropped onto the couch next to me. He had overheard the tail end of the
> conversation, and responded, "Watch and see." Calling out loudly, he
> yelled, "Let the games begin!"
>
> Amazingly, a loud trumpet fanfare blared out over the stereo. Most of
> the guys weren't expecting this, and they looked around, laughing. At
> this point, the six women marched down the hall and stood in a line
> across the living room. I hadn't really noticed before, but all of the
> armchairs and couches were in a line, so that we had two lines facing
> each other.
>
> The women were all dressed similarly, if outrageously. First, they all
> wore what had to be the shortest skirts ever put out on the market.
> Skirts that barely, if at all, covered theirs asses and pussies. They
> also wore high heels, very high heels, much higher than they would
> normally wear. And it seemed as if they were wearing bras under their
> blouses and tops, which was rather unusual for these parties.
>
> Bob, as host, was the emcee. Occasionally glancing at a script, he
> announced that the first competition was for shortest skirt. Ah, hah!
> Light was beginning to dawn. There was method to this madness, after
> all. Immediately Jerry and Jeff volunteered to judge, and were provided
> with tape measures. Going to the lineup, they began measuring the
> length of the skirts, as well as how far they dropped below the crotch.
> Denise, in a skirt that could charitably be called a wide elastic belt,
> won.
>
> I felt sorry for Debby. While she had dressed fairly exotically for the
> competition, she wasn't as outlandish as the rest. I suspected that,
> although she knew what was going to happen, since she had never seen
> one of these events before, she didn't know the level of competition to
> be faced. Her dress, marvelously short, was at least two inches longer
> than any of the others. Well, there's always next year.
>
> The second event was for highest heels. Jeff and Ted grabbed the tapes
> and dropped on their knees in front of the girls. But while Ted started
> measuring, Jeff, kneeling before Bobbi, straightened up and buried his
> head under her skirt. Bobbi gave a muffled whimper and wrapped her
> hands behind his head, while his hands were on her ass, pulling him in.
> The rest of the guys started laughing hysterically, and Jeff was
> disqualified as a judge. We also discussed disqualifying Bobbi, for
> jury tampering, but it was decided that Jeff's disqualification was
> sufficient. Carol won handily, with a pair of six-and-a-half inch
> stilts from her modeling days. Again, Debby, with four inch heels, was
> not in the running.
>
> The next competition, placed in the Olympics after the movie "When Harry
> Met Sally" came out, was for best fake orgasm. Simultaneously, the six
> began panting, moaning, groaning, crying, screaming, begging, and so
> forth. This was one of the funniest points of the night. All were
> judged equally winners.
>
> I was curious what was next, when the women all began to undress. Still
> standing in line, off came tops and skirts. I had been correct earlier.
> They were wearing bras. And despite Jeff's earlier antics, they also
> wore panties. To be specific, they were all wearing bikini swimsuits.
> And what swimsuits! The only rule the girls seemed to follow was that
> nipples and clits had to be covered, 'cause that was about all that
> was. Once they had taken off their clothes, they all had to tuck tits
> and cunts back where they were supposed to be, because each of them had
> jiggled out of place. It was delightful. Thankfully, Debby wore a suit
> that equaled the others, one that she never wore swimming, because
> whenever she modeled it beforehand, I would immediately strip it off
> her and fuck her on the spot. Her suit had a string top and a thong
> bottom that tied on the sides. In fact, the bottom was so small, she
> had to shave her pussy before she could wear it. I had taken care of
> that for her earlier, just a couple nights ago. Now I knew why she had
> asked! Not that I minded, of course, since whenever I do shave her
> cunt, it always leads to a night of great cunt and cock eating.
>
> Alice won, in a tough competition, for a suit that was as abbreviated as
> Debby's but with the added advantage of being sheer and
> semi-transparent.
>
> Then, while the girls all took a break for drinks, and the guys
> refilled, as well, Bob excused himself. Five minutes later, he came
> back to the room, with an armload of scientific equipment. Bob's an
> assistant professor of engineering over at State, and Bobbi's one of
> his grad students. He's mid-thirtyish, and she's no more than early
> twenties, the biggest difference in our group, but they seem quite
> happy for all of that. But anyway, they always seem to have odd
> equipment laying around the place.
>
> Now, he dumped it all on the carpet in the middle of the group. Amid
> exclamations of interest ("What the fuck is this shit!?") he pulled an
> armchair over and faced it towards the judges. Then he pulled an
> endtable over to the side of the chair. Out of the pile of stuff, he
> set a pressure gauge in a stand on the table, facing the judges. A long
> air hose went from the gauge to what appeared to be a large dildo,
> which he dropped before the chair.
>
> Calling an end to the break, he announced a new event for the Olympics,
> "Tightest Pussy". The woman would sit in the armchair, legs spread over
> the arms, and insert the dildo. Then using only her cunt muscles, she
> would squeeze the dildo, actually a rubber air pump of sorts, and the
> needle would rise on the pressure gauge. The girls, to be honest, were
> somewhat leery of the whole thing, but Bobbi explained that it was
> perfectly safe and that she had tried it herself. She also said that
> Bob really liked the way her pussy had tightened up. They agreed to
> try, and Bob allowed that each would get a practice round first.
>
> So off came the suits. Now they were only wearing the wonderfully tall
> spike heels. Debby wasn't the only woman that night with a shaved
> pussy. Only Denise and Carol hadn't shaved, and they had trimmed theirs
> very short. Pulling names from a hat, Bob called forth the girls for
> the practice round, carefully positioning them in the armchair, legs
> wide, cunts staring at us, and helped them insert the "probe" as he
> called it. Fascinated, we watched as the needle rose and fell, in some
> cases surging back and forth. Unsurprisingly, Bobbi, the experimental
> subject, won. But it was unanimously decided to keep this as part of
> the games, and the other women all wanted to borrow the device to
> improve their own future performance.
>
> By now, I, at least, was ready to get well and truly laid. And I wasn't
> the only one there. Every pair of pants sported an erection, and juices
> flowed down several of the women's thighs. Moving the armchair back in
> line with the others, Bob sat down and unzipped his pants. The rest of
> the guys did the same, and unsure of what was going on, I followed. Six
> cocks strained into the open. Now Bob reached back into his hat and
> pulled names again. The women positioned themselves in front of the
> first man in line, although in two cases names had to be recalled, as a
> woman ended up with her husband.
>
> "Now ladies, the final event, as you know, is 'Best Blow Job'. The only
> rule is there are no rules. First one to make a man come, wins.", said
> Bob. He pulled a stopwatch, and cried, "Go!"
>
> An excellent culmination to the challenges of the night, six heads
> swooped down and took a cock in the mouth. I had drawn Bobbi, who I
> already knew to give great head. Would she beat Debby? Or would a dark
> horse candidate pull through? What a way to find out. Unsurprisingly,
> after roughly an hour's worth of visual foreplay, everyone was really
> worked up. The fastest blow job took only ninety-three seconds, the
> longest was still under four minutes. Debby won, but only by two or
> three seconds over Bobbi.
>
> At this point, the "Olympics" ended and the orgy started. The girls
> wanted to be satisfied as well. In fact, their only complaint was about
> getting rid of "those damned shoes". All six thought that five inch or
> more heels was a bit much.
>
> Chapter 10
>
> The alarm clock got us up early, almost as early as when we go to work.
> No time to fool around this morning. A fast shower and down the hall to
> roust out the boys. A fast breakfast, and then an all hands Chinese
> fire drill loading the car.
>
> I swear, if we ever do this again, I'm going to load the car the night
> before. And doing this the morning after the party? Rather than
> wonderful planning, it began to seem a horrible disaster. If not
> exactly hung over, Debby certainly seemed a bit under the weather. And
> God knows, I could have used some more sleep. And an eight year old at
> seven o'clock is never real good. Only Little Jimmy seemed in good
> spirits, his usual cocky big mouth self.
>
> Somehow we made it to the church on time to load bags and boys into a
> rented school bus. While Jimmy was going for a full week, his sibling
> was still a Cub Scout, and could only go for a half week. My parents
> would look after him until we came back. He had been to Scout Day Camp
> the previous year, and thought this was just terrific.
>
> Debby cried a little as she kissed her "babies" good-bye. Noises like
> "...they grow up so fast..." could be heard. Brian wanted none of this,
> being too big now. Jimmy told his mother to "Get a life!". Finally they
> were loaded, and we waved as the bus pulled out. Personally, I've been
> telling them since childbirth, "Eighteen, and you're out!". Worked for
> me! Then I loaded Debby into the car and we took off, too.
>
> It was a five hour drive to the seashore town we were staying. Shortly
> after we left, Debby, still looking a touch green, reclined her seat
> and went to sleep. Oh well, it's not like I don't drive enough by
> myself. I put a tape in the stereo and headed for the ocean.
>
> A few minutes before noon, Debby stirred and woke. The sleep had done
> her wonders, and she said she felt great. She stretched like a cat.
> Looked great, too. Even the weather had broken. She raised her seat
> partway, and I slid my hand over and patted her on the knee. Smiling,
> she reached down and rubbed my hand where it rested on her lower thigh.
> Still, despite whatever I might have wanted to do next, we were in
> bucket seats, and my reach just isn't that great. After a few moments
> of gently kneading her inner thigh, I pulled my hand back to the wheel
> and we continued down the highway.
>
> Debby stretched backwards again and pulled a small gym bag from the back
> seat. She had pulled this bag from the trunk when we had loaded the
> boys up. Now she began rummaging through it, as she began to change.
>
> It was hard to keep my eyes on the road and off of her, but somehow I
> managed to do both and avoided an accident. First she kicked off her
> sneakers and pulled off her socks. They were tossed in the back seat.
> Reaching under her tee shirt and sliding arms in and out, she removed
> her bra, which also landed in the back. Next, she unzipped her jeans,
> and wiggled out of them and her panties. To the back. Now she sat
> there, only in a tee shirt, giving me a good long show, as she sorted
> through her bag. My dick was definitely stiff, and I know she saw me
> adjust myself, to pull it out of a pants leg.
>
> The first thing out of the bag was a garter belt, black and lacy.
> Leaning forward, she buckled it around her waist. Next she pulled a
> pair of long, sheer stockings from the bag. These went on next, and
> Debby took a nice long time stretching them and smoothing them on her
> legs. Strap-on high heels followed, which if not quite as high as last
> night's, were still very nice.
>
> Next she pulled a denim jacket out of the bag and placed it in her lap.
> Looking around at the traffic, Debby quickly peeled off her tee shirt
> and threw it behind her. In mere seconds, she had donned the jacket,
> but didn't button it. I had an excellent view of her from neck to
> ankle, with everything in between. Finally she pulled a long denim
> skirt from the bag and threw the bag in the back. Raising her ass off
> the cushion, Debby pulled the skirt under her and sat on it. The skirt
> looked to go below the knees, but buttoned from waist to hem. Debby
> only buttoned the top couple of buttons, and laced up a built-in sort
> of corset on the front. The final touch came when she buttoned the
> bottom pair of buttons on the jacket and adjusted the fit of
> everything. She looked like a million bucks.
>
> "Better?", she asked me.
>
> "Much.", I said. She took my hand off the wheel, and placed it on her
> thigh again. While we both knew the traffic was too heavy for anything
> more than gentle petting, we both wanted just that. I stroked her
> thighs, with an occasional finger flick on her naked clit, for maybe a
> half hour.
>
> Debby was getting really worked up over this, so I pulled my hand away
> to let her cool down. She sagged back into her half reclined seat and
> let out a sigh of relief. "It's not fair.", she complained.
>
> "What's not fair?", I asked.
>
> "You get me all worked up, but I can't do anything about it."
>
> "Sorry, dear. Later on, when we get there." I reached over and opened
> the glove box. I pulled out a small box, wrapped in gift paper, with a
> bow on top. "Here, this is for you."
>
> Her mind off her frustration, Debby squealed and grabbed it. "Oooh! What
> is it?"
>
> "Open it and find out."
>
> Debby ripped off the gaudy paper, which joined her clothing in the rear.
> She opened the small box inside, but looked mystified by what was
> inside. She upended it and a small silvery ball dropped into her hand.
> She looked into the box for anything else, or instructions, and then
> looked at me. "What is it?"
>
> "I thought you'd know. It's a Ben-Wa ball."
>
> "I thought they come in pairs.", she said staring at the ball. "I've
> never used something like this."
>
> "You can get them in pairs, or not. You really don't know how to use
> this?"
>
> "Well, sort of. I mean, I stuff them up my pussy, right? Sort of like an
> ancient Chinese vibrator."
>
> I nodded over at her. "Close enough. They come in pairs usually, one
> larger than the other. Most people think you take the pair and put them
> both in the pussy, small one on top. But actually, the small one goes
> up your ass. I left that one at home."
>
> "No kidding!", she said.
>
> "Nope. Shake it."
>
> "Huh?"
>
> "Shake the ball.", I said.
>
> Debby shook the ball gently, then with a look of surprise on her face
> she shook it again, near her ear. "It sounds hollow!", she exclaimed.
>
> "It is.", I said. "Or almost. Originally, the Chinese filled up these
> things partway with mercury. The mercury was heavy and would slosh
> around the inside of the ball, producing vibrations. Now mercury is not
> exactly the safest stuff in the world. This ball simply has a smaller
> lead ball inside of it." I took the ball from her hand. Reaching
> between her thighs, I placed the ball at the entrance to her cunt.
> Debby spread her legs as far apart as they could go, and I crammed the
> ball up the tunnel. It was wet enough, it easily slid in. Debby's eyes
> opened as the cool metal slid into place, but a wicked smile came into
> play shortly.
>
> "Jimmy, this is really nice! Much more subtle than a vibrator. I could
> do this for hours!"
>
> "I'm glad you like it."
>
> Debby lounged back in her seat, and half closed her eyes. She seemed to
> drowse, but I could tell it was more. Every now and then her pelvis
> would twitch, and her breasts, still on partial display, were rock
> hard, and her nipples stood out like bullets.
>
> Ahead, I saw a sign for a fast food joint. Debby sat up as I pulled off
> the exit and headed for the parking lot. She spread her legs to remove
> the Ben-Wa ball.
>
> I put my hand on hers to stop her. "No, leave it in."
>
> Staring at me, she said, "Jimmy, it'll fall out!"
>
> "No it won't. It'll stay in place."
>
> "But..."
>
> "Trust me."
>
> "You better be right. I can just see this thing slipping out in front of
> some five year old."
>
> I laughed at the thought, but prevailed upon her. She still buttoned a
> few more buttons, downgrading her looks from rape-on- sight to just
> plain sexy. We held hands as we walked in to order.
>
> Debby was a little quiet at first, seemingly nervous about being in
> public, half naked with a pseudo-dildo in place. But her nerves passed
> delightfully. As luck had it, our clerk was a flustered teenager who
> couldn't tear his eyes away from my wife's cleavage. After ringing up
> the order, I had to remind him to take payment by waving a twenty in
> front of my wife's double breasted (in more ways than one) jacket.
> Awaking with a start, the red-faced boy mumbled something, and
> completed the order. With a radiant smile and a bright laugh, Debby
> sashayed to our table, wiggling her ass at him.
>
> She quietly told me that the ball didn't seem to be slipping at all. I
> explained that when she was standing and walking, her entire pelvis and
> hips were at an angle where this became more difficult, and that the
> vertical position tightened her twat.
>
> "But how do I take it out?", she asked.
>
> I mentioned that some types had nylon or silk strings attached, to pull
> on, but others didn't. Then I told her that I had personally witnessed
> her push two eight pound plus boys through there previously and that I
> wasn't worried. She snorted and said something about my shitting a
> watermelon. Discretion being the better part of valor, I refrained from
> a rebuttal.
>
> Burgers and fries didn't take long, and we were soon on the road again.
> We still had about a good hour to go, but the break had refreshed me.
> About fifteen minutes down the highway, traffic lightened considerably.
> I leaned over to where Debby was sitting, pelvis twitching again.
> Reaching over, I rapidly unbuttoned all the buttons I could reach, all
> on her jacket and as many on her skirt as were not under the laced up
> section. Her jacket fell wide away from her heaving tits. Leaving my
> hand in place, I began tweaking and rubbing her prominent nipples.
> Debby's response was immediate. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled her
> skirt above her crotch, and both hands dived between her thighs. Debby
> moaning, we drove another twenty minutes, until we left the interstate.
>
>
> We composed ourselves for the remainder of the trip down the state
> highway to North Beach. Finally I pulled into the parking lot of the
> motel. Getting out, I went in and registered. I was a little surprised
> when I got out to find Debby out of the car, leaning into the back
> seat, but she was simply packing her discarded clothes from this
> morning into her gym bag. I pulled the car around to a side entrance. I
> can live out of a single hanging bag, albeit a large, well packed bag.
> Debby had brought three suitcases, in addition to the gym bag. Debby
> imperiously led the way in, as I, looking and waddling like an
> overburdened pack mule, followed.
>
> Debby looked around the room and nodded her approval. It wasn't too
> small, it wasn't too big. It had a small couch facing a TV on a swivel
> mount, so it could be seen from the bed, as well. The place was a
> couple blocks back from the boardwalk, so the price was reasonable, yet
> we were close enough to walk to the beach. I threw the bags on the
> floor, and the key on the dresser.
>
> Debby hopped up on the bed and opened her jacket again, along with the
> skirt. "Fuck me right now.", she demanded. "I took that gizmo out when
> you went inside." She raised her knees and spread them, and her bald
> cunt stared at me.
>
> "My pleasure, madam.", I said, because I knew it would be. Unzipping my
> pants, I let them slide to my knees. Kneeling on the bed between her
> spread legs, I put my arms under her legs, and grasping her ass,
> plunged in. Boy, that ball had really worked, she was hot as a pistol,
> and really wet! She let out a small shriek and came immediately,
> thrashing wildly on the bed. I really started jack hammering into her
> then. Her nipples were harder now than in the car, if possible. Ramming
> vigorously, I soon exploded into her cunt, as she cried out her second
> orgasm.
>
> I collapsed on top of her, and after several minutes of impassioned
> kissing, rolled off to her side. But she wasn't done yet. Debby sat up
> and removed her jacket and skirt. Now clad only in garter belt,
> stockings and shoes, she removed the rest of my clothes with her teeth,
> working me to another erection. We sucked and fucked the rest of the
> afternoon, until I was literally too limp dicked to continue. Then we
> both took a well deserved nap.
>
> Chapter 11
>
> We fell into a rather wonderful rut the next day. When we woke, Debby
> and I would screw once or twice, then get up and go to breakfast. Then
> we would change into swimsuits and head for the beach. At lunch we
> would have something on the boardwalk, and maybe do some browsing in
> the multitude of shops along it. Then back to the beach until early
> afternoon.
>
> Then we'd head back to our room, where we'd take a shower together,
> making sure to wash sand out of every possible crevice. Sometimes we'd
> fuck in the shower, other times we'd wait until we got out. We'd screw
> and nap the rest of the afternoon, and then go out to dinner. After
> dinner, we'd take a long walk, then back to our room. Debby would put
> on a nightie or such, and we'd usually fuck once on the couch in front
> of the television. Then we'd go to bed and bang away once or twice
> more.
>
> What a way to spend a vacation!
>
> I learned why Debby had such a large number of suitcases. She had
> apparently packed every sexy nightgown, dress, skirt, blouse, and
> swimsuit she owned. No underwear, however, and no pantyhose, just
> stockings, both thigh high and garter length. Every day she wore a
> different swimsuit, mostly bikinis, every evening a different dress or
> outfit, all showcasing her breasts and legs, and every night a
> different nightie, all sheer and easily fucked in.
>
> Of course, a little variety helps, also. One day, we were both out in
> the ocean, and her suit got me going. It was a sheer white one piece
> number that became translucent when wet. I was wearing some cutoff
> shorts. I simply unzipped the zipper, and pulling her to me, pulled the
> crotch of her suit to one side and entered her. We were chest deep, so
> I also pulled one tit out of the top. If anyone saw us, they must have
> figured we were simply embracing. While not exactly the most
> comfortable position, for either of us, Debby responded
> enthusiastically. It took us several minutes before we both came,
> during which time sand got in rather inappropriate places, and we both
> damn near drowned. Still, I'm glad we did it, if only to say so.
>
> Another day, rather than go to the boardwalk, we bought a cooler full of
> beer, and drove out to Lighthouse Point. Now, North Beach lies on the
> north side (obviously!) of a small peninsula sticking out into the
> ocean. It has a marvelous white sand beach. The south side is rather
> rocky and is fairly undeveloped, having a hellacious rip tide. The tip
> has an abandoned light house on it, and it and the south side are set
> up as a bird refuge. Still, you can drive out there for sun and fun, if
> you want.
>
> It was midweek and fairly empty out there. We rubbed oil on ourselves
> and lay down on a blanket to catch rays and drink beer. By early
> afternoon we were alone. Debby rubbed some more oil on my back, and lay
> down on her stomach so I could rub some on hers.
>
> Looking around, I could see nothing but sand dunes and sandpipers.
> Straddling her, I untied her bikini top and poured a fair amount of oil
> down her back. This I rubbed in well, not just oiling her, but
> massaging her as well. Then, I moved down to her feet. Pouring more oil
> on each leg, I slowly moved my way northward, oiling and massaging as I
> went. Debby's eyes were closed, but she was only half asleep, murmuring
> contentedly. When I reached her buttocks, I untied the strings holding
> her bikini bottom on. Gently pulling the fabric to the sides, and down
> between her legs, I proceeded to pour more oil on her upturned ass. I
> oiled this area most carefully, and massaged both cheeks and the cleft
> between them.
>
> Debby seemed unbelievably relaxed. Taking once last look around, and
> seeing nothing but isolation, I made my move. Kneeling between her wide
> spread legs, I pushed my swimsuit down to my knees. I leaned forward
> gently, and placed my erection in the crack of her oily ass. Debby's
> eyes opened wide as my cockhead probed for her anus, but her hands
> snaked back and spread her cheeks wide. Slowly, but surely, my well
> lubricated cock slipped into her asshole. Debby moaned her pleasure as
> I sank to the hilt. My hairy balls were tickling the backs of her
> thighs before I stopped. Resting a moment to allow her tail to
> accommodate me, I soon began a slow motion ass fuck. I'd pull out until
> only the head was buried, then slowly move back in. Debby moved her
> hands beneath her, and her breathing became more ragged as she diddled
> her clit. I was resting my weight on my extended arms and hands, only
> my hips moving, in and out, in and out. I made this a long fuck, and
> she came several times. Then, my endurance being stretched to the
> breaking point, Debby clamped her asshole around me, and one final
> plunge took me over the top. I spewed for what seemed an eternity, and
> Debby swore she could feel every pulsing jet of my jism coat her
> entrails.
>
> But, still, none of this was all that unusual. I mean, everybody has
> fucked al fresco on occasion. I remember, shortly before we got
> married, Debby and I went camping in the mountains. Five minutes after
> setting up camp, we were buck naked and rutting by the campfire. Even
> the bit in the ocean. Why, hell, one time we tore off a quickie in
> Jerry and Carol's pool, when they went inside to make drinks!
>
> But then, towards the end of the week, Friday night, something occurred
> which I'll never forget. It was about quarter to nine in the evening.
> We had finished dinner and were taking a long walk back to the motel.
> Debby looked real good. She was wearing a skintight black knit dress,
> with an unbelievably low cut front, and a really short hemline.
> Underneath she was wearing nothing but very long black fishnet
> stockings, long enough to come right up to her crotch. I knew that was
> all she was wearing, because I had watched her dress. Four inch
> stiletto heels finished the effect, and as we walked back, I was
> keeping an eye out for secluded sites to fuck her in. She was really
> turning me on, and I could think of nothing but lifting the dress to
> her waist, while pulling the straps off her shoulders, and taking her
> right then.
>
> But before I could put my plans into action, we passed by this bar, the
> Orange Grove. Debby asked to go in, she was thirsty, and wanted a
> drink. Well, that was cool. I mean, like I said, booze tended to lower
> her already almost nonexistent inhibitions. Two drinks made her want to
> fuck. Three, and she'd be ready to take on the Michigan State
> Wolverines. And four! She'd take on a pack of real wolverines! A cheap
> date. I figured that with a couple of drinks in her Debby'd be in the
> mood for anything I wanted to do to her later. So I shrugged and opened
> the door.
>
> Inside a large weight lifter type in a bright orange shirt asked for our
> cards. I was surprised. I mean, we may not be all that ancient, but we
> both look over twenty-one. I pulled out my driver's license, and said
> my wife's was in her purse in the motel. He just waved them aside and
> directed us to a small table. Confused, we walked over to a pretty
> young lady in a strapless fluorescent orange minidress standing behind
> it. Maybe orange was the designated color at the 'Orange Grove'.
>
> "No membership cards? No problem! Just sign here.", she said brightly,
> handing us a pair of postcard size forms. I looked at Debby, and this
> time she shrugged at me, so we signed. While we did this, the hostess
> tore a couple of smaller cards off a perforated roll and initialed
> them. Handing them to us, she said, "There's a ten dollar membership
> fee, but your first night here, the first two drinks are on the club."
> Ah, hah! A cover charge! Oh, well, we'd already gone this far, I forked
> over a sawbuck. We entered a large dark barroom, with a stage at one
> end, with a section extending into the room. For bands, I thought.
>
> A rather buxom young lady met us as we walked in and led us to a small,
> fairly private booth near the stage. As far as I was concerned, all
> waitresses should look like this. A long haired redhead (I think she
> was a redhead, it was too dark to be sure), all she wore was a
> fluorescent orange tube top, pulled low, orange thong panties, and
> orange high heels. As we walked to the booth, I noticed several other
> girls in this outfit. Orange really was the dress code.
>
> "My name is Adriane. What can I get you?", she asked, bending over the
> table. I got an excellent look at Adriane's cleavage as she bent over.
> She couldn't drown with cement blocks tied to her feet! We ordered, and
> when she came back with our drinks, Adriane told us the next floor show
> would start in about ten minutes, and that amateur hour started at
> eleven-thirty. Then she dropped a wrapped condom (orange, of course) on
> the table, and left.
>
> Debby and I just stared at each other. What the hell! What kind of place
> was this? Adriane had disappeared by now, and we just gaped at each
> other, and at the rubber. And what was this amateur night business? We
> resolved to finish our drinks and get out. At least the drinks were
> okay, no watered booze or short measures, and at five bucks per,
> weren't too outrageous for an obviously risqué nightclub.
>
> And then 'Delilah' came out onto the stage, and the mystery was over.
> The joint was a strip club! The membership and club routine got the
> place around any local blue laws and after hours restrictions, and most
> importantly, around any restrictions on what the girls could wear. Or
> not wear. For shortly, 'Delilah' was wearing nothing but high heels and
> a smile. No pasties. No g-string. Or at least not after she took them
> off, too.
>
> I looked over at Debby. I hadn't been to a strip joint in years, and I
> didn't think she had ever been to one. Certainly, I would never have
> dreamt of taking her to one with me. I half expected shock and outrage.
>
>
> I was amazed to see a look of sheer fascination on her face. It was like
> a whole new world had opened to her! I silently dropped the idea of
> leaving right away. And I began to suspect the purpose of the condom.
> And the meaning of 'Amateur Night'.
>
> Covertly glancing at the other tables, I saw that the place was fairly
> crowded, people arriving unnoticed in the dark and noise. Mostly young
> college age guys, but more than a few couples. 'Amateurs', I supposed.
> I turned back to Debby and relaxed. This could be real interesting. In
> between acts, Adriane came back, and Debby ordered another drink. These
> were strong drinks, and I leaned back to watch Debby get slowly tanked.
>
>
> We sat and watched through two sets. The girls were quite pretty. Good
> dancers, very professional. Nice costuming. They all wore, if nothing
> else, high heels and a garter that men could stuff bills in. Some fair
> size bills, too. A girl could make a nice living doing this, I thought.
> Then after the end of the second set, the emcee came on stage to
> announce that 'Amateur Night' would start in half an hour. Any ladies
> in the audience who wanted to try out and audition should come
> backstage and get ready. The night's winner would get a C-note, and an
> invite back.
>
> I was astounded when my wife turned to me and put her hand on my arm.
> Her face was flushed, but I was no longer sure whether it was the booze
> or excitement. Stammering, she asked if she could go up.
>
> My jaw must have hit the floor. "Um...er...I, mean... yeah...if you want
> to!...I guess...", I stammered back.
>
> Debby gave me an enthusiastic hug and kiss, and slid out of the booth.
> Around us, the audience cheered as various young ladies stood to go
> back stage. Debby was cheered, too, even though I was still too shocked
> to move.
>
> The wait till the auditions started seemed endless. Adriane helped by
> providing a couple of more drinks, but it still seemed to take forever.
> I was simultaneously nervous (read, scared!) and excited. I had no idea
> what would happen. Would she chicken out? Fall on her face? Be booed
> off the stage? Then the evening's main event began.
>
> The tryouts had borrowed gowns from the pros, and one by one, strutted
> their stuff. Most weren't all that great as dancers, and it takes more
> to strip than just taking off your clothes. A few were almost laughably
> bad, but nobody laughed. Any girl that came out and stripped got loud
> approval from the audience, even if only from her escorts and those
> nearby. A couple weren't too bad, and had either some dance training or
> had done this before. They all had on a garter of their own, and while
> the takes were nowhere near what the regulars received, hey, every
> little bit counts.
>
> I suppose by objective standards, Debby did only average. While not
> among the worst, she was a long ways from being the winner. And she was
> at least five years older than the next oldest girl. And I couldn't
> have given two shits! I was mesmerized.
>
> Debby had kept on her fishnets and heels. But she had changed into a
> long black satin gown with a halter top, slit below the navel and hip
> high slits running up each leg. In addition, she had on shoulder length
> black gloves, and a black feather boa. And of course, a black garter.
> First she teased us by flashing her tits out of the front, and then
> hiding them away again. She also flashed her bald pussy and her ass,
> but this didn't really work, what with the positioning of the slits.
> Then she undid the gown and finished her number in only the gloves,
> stockings, boa, and heels. I dutifully stuffed a pair of tens in her
> garter, but was pleased to note that I wasn't the only guy who had done
> so. Her shaved cunt turned on more than just me!
>
> After she left the stage, the lights went out, and another girl came on.
> But then, when she was done and the lights went out, I heard and felt a
> shuffling next to me and looked over. Debby had slipped back into our
> booth, and in the dark she hadn't dressed. She had left the boa
> backstage, but otherwise was dressed as she had finished her dance!
> Wow! She snuggled up next to me and put her hand in my lap. I put an
> arm around her and hugged her close. She smelled a bit sweaty, but even
> more so, she smelled horny, like her pussy juices were on overload. Not
> breaking stride, Debby unzipped my pants and pulled my erection out. I
> was painfully hard, but Debby cured this by shifting onto my lap and
> impaling herself on me. The relief was immediate. Debby leaned back
> against me and began to vigorously gyrate on my cock, moaning in my
> ear.
>
> The next girl on stage damn near tripped when she saw us screwing. But
> Adriane came by and took our orders with a huge, shit eating grin. I
> ordered with what I hoped was a straight face, but my beloved simply
> moaned and nodded her head. We were still fucking when she returned,
> and she stood there and flashed her own tits and pussy at us till we
> came. Laughing, she picked up the unopened rubber, and left. Almost
> immediately, Debby went backstage and dressed, and we boogied our asses
> out of their and went back to our room. We laughed hysterically the
> entire trip and I told her I'd have to take to more strip joints. Debby
> enthusiastically agreed.
>
> Later that night, much later, after several rounds of very, very heated
> passion, I asked her how much she had made.
>
> "Ninety-six bucks! I counted it right away!"
>
> I looked over, and said, "Who the hell was the cheapskate who stuffed in
> a dollar?"
>
> Debby looked startled and then laughed again, before leaning over and
> grabbing my cock once more.
>
> Chapter 12
>
> It was the day for the next party and Debby was coming by my office to
> pick me up. It was now the end of August, and the usual round of
> parties was disrupted for a weekend fling in the country. Ted and Alice
> West, several years older than anyone else in the group, owned a summer
> place up on Taylor Lake. For years now, the last party of the summer
> was a weekend long fuckfest at their camp, which was supposed to be
> very secluded and private. The Wests were, in fact, two of the founding
> members of our little group. He was a news anchor on a local TV
> station, and both were in their early forties. Still, aside from
> grayish blonde hair, both were in excellent shape, with bodies that
> looked ten years younger. Alice, in particular, had a very taut,
> muscular body, with small tits and a really tight pussy. She had come
> in second during the Olympic Night competition.
>
> So Debby took the boys down to stay with her Mom for the weekend and
> then drove back to pick me up. Since we live twenty- five minutes from
> where I work, in the opposite direction from the Lake, it made sense
> for her to pick me up, rather than for me to drive home first. She
> wasn't sure when she'd get there, so I planned on keeping my afternoon
> free of appointments, and simply bug out whenever she showed up. I
> mean, it's never all that busy on Friday afternoon anyway. It was about
> three when I glanced out my window to see her pulling into the parking
> lot.
>
> I stood and waved to her. Debby saw me and waved back, then pulled up to
> the rear entrance. I cleaned off my desk and grabbed my jacket, then
> headed out to leave. Debby was still behind the wheel, so I slid in the
> passenger side to ride shotgun. I leaned over to kiss her, and she put
> it in gear. Surprisingly, she was wearing a business suit. A tight,
> tailored, khaki colored outfit, jacket and knee length skirt, cream
> colored frilly blouse, matching heels. Not what I was expecting for a
> weekend getaway. But before I could ask, she was talking.
>
> "You'll never guess what Mom did. When she told the General the boys
> were coming down, he told her to bring them over to the base. He's
> going to let them sleep over in a barracks tonight and give them a
> cook's tour all day tomorrow. Brian and Jimmy are so excited!"
>
> "Wow!", I agreed. "I'd of loved that when I was a kid. What, is he going
> to stay with them tonight?"
>
> "Um, hum. He was there at the house, and we loaded them into an open
> topped Jeep or something, and off they roared. The boys were even
> wearing these helmets he had brought over!"
>
> I laughed. I could just envision these things drooped down around their
> shoulders.
>
> "I wonder what your Mom thinks of this. With him babysitting the boys,
> who's going to give her close order drill?"
>
> "Jimmy, you pig! That's my mother you're talking about!", protested
> Debby. Still, she was smiling. "I suspect that's what the General was
> doing there that morning. Drilling Mom."
>
> "They'll just have to use the parlor for a few days.", I commented.
>
> Debby just laughed, then turned the wheel sharply and pulled into a
> McDonald's. "Honey, do you mind if we eat early? I'm starved, and I
> have no idea when or if we eat tonight."
>
> "Sure. But pull in and park. I eat while driving enough as is. Let's go
> inside."
>
> Debby parked and we went in. After taking our burgers and fries to a
> small table, I asked her why the suit.
>
> "Job interview.", she mumbled out around a mouthful of fries.
>
> "Huh? I thought you were going back to the gym this fall?" For several
> years now, ever since Brian had started school, Debby had been working
> part time at a fitness center in town. I told her she was fit to begin
> with, but she simply asked how I thought she stayed that way. What the
> hell, the kids were in school (she quits every summer). It keeps her
> from hanging around street corners, and she makes enough for pocket
> change and putting some in the bank. The pocket change she blows on
> clothes, occasionally fancy party outfits, more often hot and sexy
> nightgowns and such. Fuck Clothes, she calls them.
>
> "I am. But Sue sold the place in June, and Margie told me the new
> owner's a bit of a stuffed shirt. I figured I better make a good
> impression." She kept eating.
>
> "And?"
>
> "And what?"
>
> "And did you get the job?", I asked.
>
> "Oh, sure. Really a formality. Mr. Benjamin's not that bad, and Margie
> put in the good word for me. No problem."
>
> We finished in a few minutes, Debby cleaning up my fries. No lunch, I
> gathered. I took the keys from her as we headed to the car.
>
> "Thanks, hon, I've been driving all day."
>
> Getting back onto Route 40, I turned the car north and headed for the
> lake. After a few minutes, Debby leaned back with her hands above her
> head and stretched. She really extended, like a cat waking, and I kept
> one eye on her. Her skirt raised several inches above her knees, and
> the jacket looked like it was about to pop it's buttons. She looked
> over to see me watching, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
>
> I took my right hand off the wheel and dropped it to her left knee, just
> below the skirt. I idly rubbed the nylon covered flesh as I replied,
> "Why, nothing, dear." But I didn't remove my hand, and in fact moved it
> between her legs and slightly higher, at least as far as the tight
> skirt would allow.
>
> Debby grinned. "James, what kind of woman do you think I am?."
>
> "I know what kind of woman you are.", I said grinning.
>
> She unbuckled her seat belt and slid across the bench seat to the
> center, next to me. Arching her back slightly, she reached down and
> tugged the skirt higher. While still only at mid-thigh, it now allowed
> her legs to spread slightly, and I moved my fingers northward. I began
> to gently rub and massage her thigh through her hose.
>
> Debby closed her eyes and leaned against me, moaning lowly deep in her
> throat. After several minutes like this, she quietly said, "Maybe we
> can stop along the way for a little tradition?"
>
> "Capital idea." Awkwardly, I pushed my hand deeper between her thighs
> and was delighted to discover that Debby wasn't wearing pantyhose after
> all, but stockings. My fingers lingered above the tops. In response,
> Debby tugged the skirt even higher, and I soon was brushing my
> fingertips across thin lacy panties.
>
> "Take off your blouse.", I ordered.
>
> She unbuttoned her jacket and leaned forward to remove it. She laid it
> on the seat next to her, and began unbuttoning her blouse. This took a
> bit longer, as she had to stop and unzip her skirt in order to pull out
> her shirttails and undo the bottom buttons. Looking around at traffic,
> she waited for a tractor trailer to pass, then skinned off the shirt
> and threw it in the back. Squirming down in the seat, she pulled the
> jacket back on and buttoned it up.
>
> "Now the bra."
>
> With an performance worthy of a contortionist, she pulled both arms
> inside the jacket arms. My fingers continued to brush along her
> panties, feeling the warmth and moisture being generated. Debby undid
> the front clasp on her bra, which I had noticed was quite sheer and
> lacy. She poked her arms out again, then reached inside her jacket and
> pulled her bra out, which she also threw behind her.
>
> "Ta da! Better?", she asked, snuggling back against me.
>
> "Better. But you forgot something. Take the skirt off, too."
>
> "You'll have to move your hand first."
>
> I pulled my hand out and began driving two handed again. Debby raised
> her hips and pushed the unzipped skirt to the floor, where she kicked
> it off and left it. I glanced down at her as she moved against me
> again. The stockings were fairly long, mid thigh at least, and held up
> by a frilly tan garter belt. Her panties were also tan, transparent and
> lacy, and held on by strings which untied on either side. Debby took my
> right hand in hers and pulled it from the steering wheel, pushing it
> against her pussy. She spread her legs wide, and I began to vigorously
> finger her through the thin fabric.
>
> Debby shuddered and closed her eyes. While her left hand guided my
> fingers around her labia, her right hand moved up and undid the top
> button on her jacket. She move her hand inside, and I knew she was
> playing with her nipples. Moaning quietly, she said, "I put that ball
> in. You know, the one you bought me? When I went to the bathroom after
> eating. I stuffed it in. I hoped you'd want to do this." I just grunted
> acknowledgment and continued to play with her.
>
> After her first orgasm, I had her untie her panties and throw them
> behind the seat. Her pussy was still shaved, and my fingers promptly
> found her naked clit. In short order I had her gasping and shaking,
> screaming in pleasure as I made her come a second and third time.
> Finally, I decided to give her a break. I pulled my hand away and put
> my arm around her shoulders. Debby sagged back into the seat,
> shuddering and breathing heavily, her face flushed and her exposed
> cleavage showing a light sheen.
>
> By now I figured we had only about fifteen minutes of travel left.
> Tightening my grip around her shoulders slightly, I pushed her down on
> the bench seat. Debby opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Your turn?",
> she asked.
>
> "Uh, huh.", I agreed.
>
> "Okay. Just don't get in an accident." Debby squirmed around on the seat
> to face me. Carefully avoiding the steering wheel, she reached over
> with both hands and undid my belt and pants. Tugging, she began to pull
> them lower. Carefully lifting my hips, I let her pull my pants and
> shorts low enough on my thighs that my cock, straining to escape, was
> exposed. It pointed at the roof, throbbing and pulsing. Debby began to
> worm down on the seat, but I stopped her first.
>
> "Wait.", I said. Taking my free hand, I undid the rest of the buttons on
> her jacket. Her heaving tits, with their massive pointy nipples, pushed
> the fabric open. I feasted an eye on the vision for a moment, then
> said, "Okay, now." As she sank her head into my lap, I put my hand on
> the back of her head and pushed her lower. I wanted an immediate deep
> throat, and Debby stuffed it all into her greedy mouth.
>
> Having Debby blow me while driving is a bit of a dirty trick on her. The
> physical act of driving requires enough concentration that I simply
> can't come while driving. I don't think she has caught on, because I
> usually end up pulling off the road first. But today, I just kept
> driving. A few minutes before we got there, I reached over and began
> rubbing the globes of her ass, sticking out below the jacket hem.
> Rubbing my fingers in the crack, Debby shifted enough for me to insert
> a finger into her asshole. Now she was moaning again, the sounds
> muffled by the cock in her mouth.
>
> Spotting their name on a mailbox, I pulled off the road and drove down a
> long, tree lined driveway. Several cars were already parked there as I
> pulled in and stopped. Alice waved from the porch and began to
> approach. I put it in Park and turned off the key. Time to let Debby
> finish me off!
>
> Alice came up to the car as Debby began a fast up and down motion on my
> root. I rolled down the window as Alice approached.
>
> "Hi! I was going to ask where Debby was, but I guess I don't have to.",
> she said. Debby pulled off and began to look up, but I pushed her face
> into my crotch again.
>
> "Don't stop now, honey.", Alice said. "I want to watch." Alice was
> barefoot, wearing a bikini top and cutoff jeans. Her hands moved down
> to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy through the fabric. I reached
> out the window and pushed the triangle tops to the side, exposing her
> small tits. Her nipples were rock hard as I began to pinch and fondle
> them. Alice responded by unzipping her shorts and thrusting her fingers
> into the naked slit they covered. No panties, I noticed. Debby really
> went to work on me, and Alice and I came together, Alice crying out as
> pussy juices flowed onto her hands, I grunting as I spewed upwards into
> Debby's greedy mouth.
>
> My cock wilting between her lips, Debby sat up again and licked her
> lips. Alice adjusted her clothing and went around the other side of the
> car. Debby spread her thighs wide and probed with her fingers for the
> silver ball. Alice's eyes opened wide at the sight. Debby stepped out
> and the two embraced. She moved to pick up her clothes, but I said I'd
> bring everything in.
>
> "Good, because I need a stiff cock right now.", she announced.
>
> Alice laughed and pointed her in the direction of the house. "Just go in
> there dressed like that and somebody will take care of you." She
> laughed some more, as Debby marched inside, taking off her jacket as
> she went. Coming back to my side, she opened the door for me while I
> zipped up and got out. "Speaking of cocks...", she continued. "You just
> warmed me up. I want more." Taking my hand, she led me to a lawn
> lounger down by the water.
>
> I lay down on the lounger, and Alice sat down next to me, sitting and
> facing to the side. She promptly undid my pants again and reached
> inside. She stroked me to hardness and tugged my pants down to my
> knees. My cock had a thick coating of come and saliva that was drying
> in the breeze. Alice stood briefly to unzip her shorts and allow them
> to fall off, then she straddled me and the chair and sank down onto the
> cock straining upwards. Her pussy nibbled me as she impaled herself
> slowly. Who cared about gray hair! Her bald pussy was so amazingly
> tight! She leaned forward and I put my hands behind her back to undo
> her top. Tossing this aside, I began to nibble on her nipples, inflamed
> and erect. Alice supported herself with her arms on the sides of the
> lounger as she rocked above me, and we came together, just minutes
> after our last orgasms.
>
> ***
>
> Ted didn't come up until late that night, after the eleven o'clock news.
> That first night was just another mad orgy, everybody naked in the huge
> living room overlooking the shore. Finally, as we tired, two by two,
> couples retired to the bedrooms on the second floor. The rule about not
> sleeping with your spouse was canceled for the weekend, and we
> generally went to bed with our regular partners.
>
> But there's an exception to every rule. I had really racked my balls
> that night, and Debby climbed on top as soon as I got into the sack. I
> came, weakly I suppose, and she asked if I would mind if she went
> looking for some more action. She had been in a real fever since I had
> worked her over on the drive up.
>
> "Sure, honey, go ahead. I'm beat. Sorry."
>
> "Don't be silly. See you later." I watched her get out of bed and put on
> a crotchless teddy that tied up the front. Then she turned out the
> light and left. I was asleep in seconds.
>
> I awoke when the morning light came through the window above the bed. I
> could feel a warm backside pressed into my stomach, and I reached
> around and ran my fingertips over the full breasts to the nipples and
> began to move them in soft circles. Smiling, I pried open my eyes.
>
> It wasn't Debby! This was Carol, in a short sheer robe that had loosened
> nicely, spilling her tits out. "Morning.", she said.
>
> "Morning.", I replied. I almost stopped my motions, but the look on her
> face changed that notion. "What are you doing here?"
>
> Carol reached under the sheets and into my briefs. As she fondled my
> swiftly stiffening dick, she pouted and asked, "What's the matter?
> Don't you want me here?"
>
> I groaned at the sensations swirling around my crotch. I moaned out, "Oh
> God, no. Don't stop.", I begged.
>
> "I met your wife in the bathroom last night. She said you were tired and
> sleepy, and she still wanted some more. I said I was feeling a bit out
> of it, too, and suggested we switch off. Jerry was in a randy mood, let
> me tell you. So she headed off to our room, and I came here."
>
> "Don't tell my wife this, but thank God! She like to broke it off last
> night."
>
> "I think she was planning on doing that to Jerry. I looked in on them
> before I came up. She was bent at the waist, grabbing her knees and
> spreading her legs, and Jerry was assfucking her like it was his last
> chance."
>
> "Wow.", I said. All during this little conversation, we had continued to
> stimulate the other. Thoroughly worked up, Carol peeled off her robe
> and pushed my briefs down to my knees. Squirming atop me, she spread
> her legs and wriggled downwards. When my cockhead butted against her
> pussy, she wormed a hand between us and guided my stiff cock into her
> cunthole. Then she continued to squirm south until it was fully
> ensconced. We lay like that for several minutes, leisurely fucking
> ourselves awake. Then Carol, her breath quickening, supported herself
> on her elbows and began to move her body against mine. Her pelvis
> ground against me as she dragged her full tits through my chest hairs.
> She braced her feet against mine and began thrusting her cunt down onto
> me. She came quietly about a minute before I did, continuing her
> motions until I spurted up into her waiting and willing twat.
>
> Carol rolled off me and we rested in each other's arms until our chests
> stopped heaving. Then a gentle knock on the door roused us, and we
> looked up as Debby staggered into the room. She definitely looked
> fucked out, eyes sleepy, hair tousled, naked, Jerry's come running down
> both thighs.
>
> "Move over, Jimmy. I need some sleep." Carol and I laughed heartily and
> we separated as Debby collapsed onto the bed between us.
>
> Carol rolled out of bed and stood up. "Come on, Jimmy, let's go grab a
> quick shower before all the hot water is used up!", she said.
>
> I hopped out of bed and followed, stopping only to throw the covers over
> my wife and grab some slacks and a shirt. We could hear the sounds of
> movement downstairs as my wife began to gently snore. She was probably
> the only one sleeping. Or maybe Jerry was sleeping, too.
>
> Amazingly, the bathroom was empty and there was plenty of hot water.
> Deciding to conserve water, Carol and I showered together. We must have
> been filthy. Carol had to really scrub my cock, and I had to
> concentrate on her tits and pussy. Fortunately, Carol is several inches
> taller than Debby. I took her standing up in the shower, from behind,
> something I can only do when Debby is wearing heels. This fuck was much
> more energetic than our earlier screw. Afterwards, we dried each other
> off, again concentrating on cock, tits, and cunt. Wouldn't want to
> chafe!
>
> I pulled on the clothes I had brought and Carol wrapped a towel around
> her lush body. Then we kissed farewell and she went her way, to dress,
> and I went mine, to get some breakfast.
>
> Mode of dress today was erotic casual. The guys wore mostly shorts or
> swim trunks and short sleeved shirts. The girls generally wore short
> sundresses with nothing underneath, or perhaps a bikini, and high
> heeled sandals. The pace was equally casual. While it was nothing to
> enter a room to find a swimsuit down and a dress up, the wearers
> rutting madly, the frenzied antics of the previous night were past.
> Today, we simply lounged around, resting and swimming, and occasionally
> taking a partner aside for some loving.
>
> There was one small exception. Dan and Cindy had to leave by
> mid-afternoon, to go to a wedding. We all made an attempt to ensure
> they were well fucked before they had to run. I plowed Cindy twice,
> once after breakfast and once right before they climbed in their car. I
> noticed Debby working Dan over as well, and wasn't surprised when he
> asked Cindy to drive.
>
> ***
>
> Dinner was steaks and baked potatoes. The guys decided to cook. Bob and
> Ted ran the grill while I settled behind the bar. Jeff and Jerry ran
> errands and otherwise made themselves useful. Still, it got fairly
> interesting.
>
> Alice was bringing a plate of steaks to her husband at the grill. Before
> he took the plate from her, he made a long arm and untied her halter
> top, exposing those pert tits to the late afternoon sun. She squealed
> while the rest of us laughed. "Topless barbecue!", cried Ted, and the
> rest of us guys agreed enthusiastically. I reached across the bar and
> popped off Denise's bikini top, and the others followed. But Carol was
> wearing this outrageous one piece swimsuit. It tied around her neck and
> behind her back, and two long strings tied to a thong bottom, which
> wrapped around her waist and tied in front, sort of an erotic diaper.
> Jeff undid all the ties and pulled it away, yelling, "Naked barbecue!"
> A couple of the girls protested, laughing, but were rapidly caught and
> stripped down. In short order, they were wearing nothing but their high
> heels.
>
> We kept them away from the grill, to keep them from being burned or
> splattered. After dinner, Ted went into the kitchen and returned with
> several cans of spray whip cream. "Dessert", he announced. Tugging my
> wife into his lap, he liberally applied the whipped cream to her
> bountiful breasts and pussy, then passed the can along. We all got into
> the spirit of things, and licked the ladies to screaming orgasms. Then
> we all dropped trou and gave them each a vigorous screwing.
>
> It was still early evening, and several of us wanted to go out and find
> a bar. Debby, Carol, Bobbi, Jeff, and I all took fast showers to clean
> up. The others decided to stay in. This didn't overly surprise me in
> some ways. Ted and Alice, in particular, take considerable care to
> maintain an appropriate public persona. They didn't want it known that
> the local newsman had certain kinky habits. Little did the public know
> that his wife never wore panties or pantyhose, only stockings and
> garter belts, and that her bras were only half cup affairs, designed to
> push up and out her exposed tits and nipples. Or that two or three
> times a week, Alice would show up in Ted's dressing room, for quickie
> fucks and blowjobs. And that Ted loved to eat his wife's bald cunt and
> ream her asshole.
>
> The five of us climbed into Debby's car around dusk and headed over to
> Cooperville, the local town. Several bars did a good business during
> the season, and could be counted on to have live bands or such. Carol
> sat up front with me, while Debby and Bobbi flanked Jeff. The girls
> looked pretty good, and it occurred to me that Jeff and I might drive
> them into the woods later on. I suspected Jeff had similar ideas.
> Behind me, in the dark, I heard a zipper coming down, and skirts
> rustling.
>
> But we pulled into the parking lot of the first bar we found before
> anything could happen. Carol, Bobbi, and I got out of the car, but
> Debby was still in back with Jeff. "I'll be in in a minute. I lost a
> contact lens.", she said. Then she turned back to where Jeff was
> sitting and bent down. Carol and I laughed and led Bobbi inside.
>
> "Do you think we should help?", asked Bobbi. She's sweet and a great
> lay, but occasionally rather naive.
>
> "Honey, Debby has 20-20 vision. No glasses, no contacts.", I laughed.
>
> The place was fairly crowded with a college age group, but we had
> tremendous luck. We got up front towards the stage just as another
> group was standing to leave. We rushed over and grabbed the booth they
> were vacating before anyone could beat us to it. We ordered a pitcher
> of beer and five glasses, and the waitress brought them back just as
> Jeff and Debby showed up. They both had contented smiles on their
> flushed faces.
>
> We had great seats. The band was across from us, and Jeff and I took
> turns squiring the ladies around the dance floor. Debby had worn
> stockings and a garter belt under a short halter top sundress, with no
> panties, and delighted in twirling around so her skirt came up to her
> waist. Several fellows literally became bug-eyed watching her. Either
> Jeff or I stayed at the table at all times, to guard our seats and our
> babes. Carol was also looking good in a wrap skirt over a tank top, and
> Bobbi was cute in a denim halter top and a denim miniskirt. Debby was
> the only one wearing any stockings, but all three had on high heels.
> Although I limited my drinking to about one beer an hour, Jeff and the
> girls slowly got tanked.
>
> Late that night, about eleven, some guy took the mike to announce the
> weekly wet T-shirt contest. Amid loud and raucous hooting, he told any
> girls interested to come back stage. T-shirts would be available and
> the winner took home $250. The place was a packed madhouse, and a bunch
> of good looking girls started filing up front and backstage.
>
> Bobbi turned to us and asked, "What do you think? Should we go?" She was
> the smallest of the girls and the beer had really done a number on her.
>
>
> Carol just laughed. "Shit, kid! I'm ten years older than those girls!
> Are you nuts?"
>
> "What about you, Debby?", pressed Bobbi.
>
> "Nah. But hey, go on up if you want." Jeff and I enthusiastically nodded
> agreement. Bobbi hesitated nervously, but we could tell she wanted to
> try.
>
> Then her face fell. "Shit! I can't go. I'm not wearing any panties!"
> Jeff and I roared with laughter, while Bobbi looked daggers at us.
>
> Carol shook her head, grinning. "Sorry, hon. Neither am I. This is a
> body suit. Besides, mine would fit you like a tent."
>
> "Me neither.", confessed Debby, wrinkling her brow. Then her face
> brightened. "Come on, I've got a pair in the glove box."
>
> Jeff laughed some more. "You keep underwear in the glove box?"
>
> "No!", laughed my wife. "But last month Jimmy and I went parking and he
> took them off me. I stuffed them in the glove box and forgot about them
> till now." Turning back to Bobbi, she said, "Well, you want to or not?"
>
>
> "Okay. Come back stage with me?" She was a bit nervous.
>
> "Sure. But before you go out, I'm coming back here to watch!"
>
> Bobbi grinned and agreed, and the two took off, slipping through the
> crowd to the door. I ordered another pitcher of beer, and the three of
> us sat back for the show to start.
>
> Debby showed up about halfway through the first set of girls, grinning
> and giving a thumbs up to us as she approached. Bobbi had a shot at
> winning this, Jeff and I told each other. She was young, only
> twenty-four, and had a classic hourglass figure, 36-24-36. Nice big
> bouncy tits and a GREAT ass. But Debby and Carol were a bit nervous.
> After being sprayed down and dancing, the contestants tried to
> influence the crowd by flashing their tits and pussies at the crowd.
> The place roared! We weren't sure Bobbi knew what was going to happen.
>
> There were three 'heats', so to speak, of about six girls apiece. The
> winners would go against each other in a final. But if Bobbi didn't
> know what to expect, she caught on fast. She was in the second round,
> and was soon flashing as well as the others. And she could really dance
> up a storm, too. She was pretty tanked and didn't seem to give a fuck
> what she did up there! She won the second trial handily.
>
> By the time the danceoff started, Jeff, Carol, and Debby were really
> hot, and so was I. Jeff and I both had major league boners, and Carol
> and Debby had their hands buried between their thighs, rubbing their
> cunts through their skirts. During the dancing all lights went off
> except for the stage lights, and our booth was really dark. I
> remembered that night Debby and I had fucked at the strip show and
> wondered if we could get away with it again. I leaned over and
> whispered in Jeff's ear. He looked shocked for an instant, but only an
> instant, as a look of wild glee suffused his countenance. As the three
> finalists came out and the lights went down, I saw him slide his hands
> under the table and unzip his pants. I followed his example, and
> moments later my hardon was waving under the tablecloth.
>
> They soaked down the dancers good, and their firm tits were completely
> visible through the thin fabric. As they started to move to the beat,
> Jeff grabbed Carol around the waist and hoisted her onto his lap. She
> looked surprised but quickly got the idea, pulling her skirt up,
> undoing the snap at her crotch, and draping the skirt around their
> waists, so it hid their joined groins. Debby watched them then
> wide-eyed, then climbed onto my lap and, pulling her skirt up as well,
> impaled herself on me. We gently rocked to the beat, and turned our
> eyes to the stage.
>
> On stage the action was just as crazy. Right from the start the trio
> began to flash tits and pussies at us. When the girl on her right tied
> her T-shirt above her breasts, Bobbi retaliated by taking hers off
> completely, dancing topless. The place went wild! Then seeing the other
> two pull their panties partway down their thighs, she reached down and
> grabbed the soaked fabric and ripped them off, literally tearing them
> to shreds! So much for Debby's panties! By the time she was unanimously
> announced winner, our fucking foursome had come and the girls had slid
> off our laps. Hurriedly redoing our clothes, we joined in the standing
> ovation, as the emcee held Bobbi's hand above her head as she pranced
> naked before us.
>
> Debby and Carol ran backstage to congratulate the winner, and Jeff and I
> grabbed our shit and paid our tab. He could barely walk, but I was in
> okay shape to drive. The girls met us in the parking lot and we loaded
> Jeff up front with me, where he promptly fell asleep. Bobbi sat in the
> back, with Carol and my wife flanking her. She was so excited! She just
> squealed about dancing, and the girls told her that Jeff and I had
> fucked them while watching. This really turned her on, and she slumped
> down in the back seat and began playing with herself. Debby and Carol
> stripped her down and began to play with her tits, while Bobbi begged
> me to get back, crying out how much she wanted to fuck her husband. If
> I was thinking that Alice and Denise had probably been giving the guys
> a working over in our absence, I kept it to myself. Thankfully, by the
> time we got back to the camp, and Bobbi raced inside to find her hubby,
> he was up for some action. By the time I got Jeff inside, she had Bob
> on the couch, straddling him and fucking like her life depended on it.
>
> It was pretty late, and most people had already gone to bed. Bob had
> stayed up to watch the news and read the paper, and wait for the
> partiers to come back. Carol went off to her and Jerry's bedroom,
> undressing as she went. Debby and I walked Jeff to his bedroom, where
> Denise was waiting, reading a book. She got up and helped us tuck him.
> She gave him a dirty look, but explained she wanted some loving before
> she went to sleep, and it didn't look like Jeff was going to help.
> Debby and I invited her to our room, Debby commenting that I might be
> helpful in that regard. Denise simply smiled and pulled a short robe
> over her teddy.
>
> It got sort of interesting when we were behind closed doors. Denise
> threw her robe on the floor and turned to Debby, sitting on the edge of
> the bed and starting to unbutton her dress.
>
> "Wait. Can I do that?", asked Denise shyly.
>
> Debby was a bit shocked, understanding what Denise wanted. "I don't
> know...I mean, I've never...", she said weakly. She looked at me
> nervously. I sat down next to her, opposite Denise, and took her hands
> in mine.
>
> "It's all right, hon.", I reassured her. "Nothing's going to happen you
> don't want. But anyway, you have done something like this before.
> Earlier, in the car coming back. I watched you and Carol undress and
> caress Bobbi in the back seat. I thought you were enjoying it as much
> as she was.", I said gently.
>
> "I'm just going to take your clothes off.", said Denise, slowly moving
> her hands towards Debby's collar. Debby relaxed slightly and slowly
> nodded. Denise leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek, then began
> to carefully undo the buttons down the front of my wife's halter dress.
> She stopped after a few had been opened below her cleavage. Gently
> pushing her hands inside, she spread the fabric and pushed it back,
> away from her breasts. Her palms grazed the surface of Debby's breasts
> and Debby shuddered, as if a small electric shock had run through her.
> Debby pulled her hands away from mine and reached up to and untied the
> straps behind her neck. The top fell to her waist, and Denise began to
> caress her tits and nipples, and lowered her head to Debby's neck,
> where she began to gingerly lick and nibble the hollow beneath her
> throat.
>
> I moved slowly back, not wishing to break the girl's mood and stood.
> Quietly, I stripped naked, and sat down in an armchair to watch. Debby
> looked over at me briefly, but then closed her eyes, as she put both
> hands on the back of Denise's head. Denise took the hint and lowered
> her lips to Debby's lush tits. Her sucking became more fevered as she
> found the erect nipples, and Debby began to pant. I was rock hard by
> now, and I began to idly stroke my rigid cock. But I had no plans to
> jerk off, I wanted to save it for these two!
>
> After Denise brought Debby to her first lesbian orgasm by working over
> her tits, she sat upright again. Denise finished undoing Debby's dress
> and pulled it away, to join her robe on the floor. Then she slid down
> to the floor and crawled between Debby's legs. Debby was wide eyed as
> Denise slowly and deliberately buried her face in her crotch. Then, as
> Denise found her target and began to lick and suck on the naked clit
> before her, Debby gasped and fell flat back on the bed. Denise used her
> lips and tongue only at first, as she peeled off her own teddy. But
> after she had pulled it out from under her legs, she moved both hands
> into Debby's crotch and applied them as well. In minutes Debby was
> shrieking quietly, thrashing her body and tossing her head from side to
> side, coming intensely. Only after two orgasms like this did Debby
> raise up and lie on the bed next to Debby.
>
> I figured it was my turn now, and I walked back to the bed, my cock
> pointing straight at the action ahead. First I grabbed my wife's feet
> and pulled off her shoes. Then I bent down and removed her garter belt
> and peeled the long sheer stockings off her legs. Now we were all
> naked. "Maybe Denise would like you to kiss her?", I asked. "Or
> whatever?"
>
> Denise raised herself up on her elbows and smiled over at Debby,
> nodding. Debby looked back and quietly said, "I don't know what to do?
> What should I do?", she asked Denise.
>
> "Just do what you like having done to you. Here...", she said, rolling
> over so her tits were before Debby. "Why don't you lick my nipples like
> you'd want Jimmy to lick yours?"
>
> I sat between their outstretched legs and ran my hands idly up their
> thighs, watching. I would never have thought that this would be
> educational, but it sure was enlightening. After licking both erect
> nipples before her until they glistened with saliva, Debby opened her
> mouth wide and engulfed one of Denise's large tits. Debby's lips sucked
> inwards as she vacuumed on the breast half-devoured in her mouth. One
> hand roughly held the breast to her mouth, and the other pulled and
> pinched the other nipple, hard and wet. Denise's eyes bugged out, and
> she put one hand on Debby's neck, simultaneously stroking and pulling
> her closer. Then Debby began to gently bite and chew on the nipple, and
> Denise began to shake all over. So that was how Debby liked to have her
> tits chewed and pinched?! I vowed to be rougher with them in the
> future. I slid a finger into both their pussies and twirled it around
> inside, searching for the G-spot. Debby began to shake again and Denise
> clamped my wife's face to her tits, crying out in passion.
>
> By now, I was REALLY ready. I pushed the two to the center of the bed
> and straddled one of Denise's thighs. I rammed my cock up her cunt and
> pulled her other leg up, so that the thigh ran up my chest and her calf
> and foot were above my head. Pistoning quickly, I looked over at Debby.
> "Why don't you eat some pussy, Deb?", I asked, and Denise moaned and
> begged in agreement. Debby gave a shy smile and bent to her task. This
> position allowed me to really put it to Denise, while exposing her cunt
> to Debby's fingerings and lickings. Denise came twice, but I refused to
> stop until her third orgasm, when I clamped the thigh to my chest and
> pounded forward, exploding into her.
>
> Afterwards, we all lay back on the bed to rest and Debby asked Denise,
> "How'd you learn you were gay? Or become gay? Or whatever?"
>
> Denise laughed. "I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. I like it both ways!" She
> giggled and continued. "My roommate in college was a lezzy, and she
> taught me. But believe me! I really like a big stiff cock." At this she
> reached down and began to fondle me. "But if the choice is some fat,
> smelly guy, or a cute girl, it's no choice. I'll eat pussy instead!"
> She continued to caress my stiffening cock until it was hard again.
> "Come on, let's try something!"
>
> Denise lay flat on her back and spread her legs wide. Then she directed
> Debby to straddle her, in a sixty-nine position. She reached up and
> pulled Debby's pussy down to her face and told Debby to start licking
> her cunt. Then, after Debby was dining, Denise told me to fuck Debby
> doggy style. I rose up and carefully positioned myself, not wanting to
> hit Denise in the head with my knees, then slowly penetrated my wife's
> cunt. Debby went wild and began to scream her joy into the pussy she
> was licking out, and Denise began thrashing beneath us. Later we
> reversed the girls, only this time I fucked Denise's ass while she was
> straddling Debby.
>
> Finally, I collapsed back onto the bed and fell asleep. But I noticed I
> was on the side of the bed, and the girls were still working each other
> over next to me. I smiled and nodded off.
>
> Chapter 13
>
> Debby and I couldn't make the next party, at Dan and Cindy's. We had
> gotten free tickets to see Phil Collins at the Coliseum and were going
> there, instead. Or I should say Debby won free tickets, which was a
> crazy story in it's own right.
>
> She won them only about a week before, the Monday before the party and
> the concert. I had tried buying tickets everywhere, but the concert was
> one night only and had been sold out within hours of going on sale.
> Debby really wanted to go, but we resigned ourselves to waiting for the
> next time.
>
> Then, that Monday morning, the craziness began. I was driving to work
> listening to the local rock station. Bob and Bill were blasting out
> their peculiar brand of insanity. I'm a diehard fan of their morning
> show from way back. They had been on just about every morning show on
> every station in the last two decades. Sooner or later they'd do
> something monumentally dumb, like the time they made a wakeup call to
> the governor's ex-wife and asked for the lieutenant governor, and get
> canned. But somehow, they also found a way back to another station,
> usually with a pay raise and unbelievable invective over their latest
> dismissal.
>
> So anyway, I'm listening and they offered two tickets to Phil Collins to
> the first woman over eighteen who showed up at the studio naked. I
> started laughing as they switched to reading the news. Then, they
> announced a winner.
>
> Bob: Okay, we've got a lady who just walked in the studio. Are you
> claiming the tickets?
>
> Bill: Hold on, Bob, she can't claim the tickets. She's out of uniform.
> Or in uniform, I should say.
>
> Bob: I'm getting to that, I'm getting to that! Jeez hold your horses.
> Excuse my partner, Miss...
>
> Debby: Debby.
>
> Bob: Debby. Bill is rude and crude. What's your last name?
>
> Debby: Uh, do I have to say?
>
> Bill: Afraid your mom is listening in?
>
> Bob: Or your boyfriend?
>
> Debby: Yeah, I guess so.
>
> Bill: Which, mom or boyfriend?
>
> Debby: I don't have a boyfriend, I'm married. (Laughing) (Holy shit! It
> was Debby! But was she naked? I pulled off into a mall parking lot to
> listen.)
>
> Bob: Now Debby, Bill was correct earlier. There were two parts to this
> contest. You not only had to be the first woman to come in...
>
> Bill: Yeah, you gotta be naked.
>
> Bob: Right. Now you're wearing a raincoat. What's underneath?
>
> Debby: Uh, nothing.
>
> Bill: Nothing? Nothing at all?
>
> Debby: Well, I am wearing my shoes.
>
> Bob: You always drive around in nothing but a raincoat?
>
> Debby: No! I was driving to work...
>
> Bill: You work in nothing but a raincoat?
>
> Debby: I work in a leotard. I'm an aerobics instructor. I took it off in
> your parking lot.
>
> Bob: Fu...BEEEP!...that! Let's see.
>
> Bill: Come on, you do want the tickets, right?
>
> Debby: Okay, here goes. (Rustling of cloth as Debby removes her
> raincoat) How's this? (Silence for a moment)
>
> Bill: Holy sh...BEEEP!...Jesus Christ!
>
> Bob: Yeah! Wow!
>
> Bill: Debby, I just gotta ask, just how big are those things?
>
> Bob: You're married, right? Getting divorced soon??
>
> Bill: I saw first. So what are your measurements, Debby.
>
> Debby: I'm 38-24-34.
>
> Bob: What's your cup size?
>
> Bill: Can I measure?
>
> Debby: No! D. (Laughing.)
>
> Bill: Jeez! And get this, all you guys listening. Debby's a blonde, but
> only on top. We don't know if she's a natural blonde or a bleach
> blonde.
>
> Bob: Yeah. If you're too stupid to understand, that means she's shaved
> her c...BEEEP!
>
> Debby: Can you say c...BEEEP! on radio?
>
> Bill: No. And you can't say t......BEEEP!, p...BEEEP!, or c...BEEEP!
> either.
>
> Bob: Yeah, these are the rules we live by. See that guy in the
> engineer's booth?
>
> Bill: Wave at Joey, Debby.
>
> Debby: Hi, Joey! (Engineer sends sound of applause over radio)
>
> Bob: Those other guys in there are from the sales staff. Don't you
> weasels have jobs?
>
> Bill: Most useless form of life known to man, salesmen. Rank right up
> there with lawyers and politicians.
>
> Bob: Wave to the weasels, Debby.
>
> Debby: Hi, guys! (Engineer sends out sound of wild cheering) Hey, my
> hubby is a salesman. (Thank you, Debby!)
>
> Bill: Our condolences.
>
> Bob: Now, don't be a nitwit. He's probably very nice for a salesman.
> Right, Debby?
>
> Debby: (Pouting) Yeah!
>
> Bill: Let me guess, he's hung like a horse, right.
>
> Bob: You really are a nitwit. You can't say that on the radio.
>
> Bill: Hey! They didn't beep me! Salesmen are weasels. And saleswomen are
> weaselettes. Probably dress like you, Debby, in order to make the sale.
> (I wish!)
>
> Bill: Bob, be polite to the naked lady. You have to be subtle. Like,
> Debby, when you and what's his name...
>
> Debby: Dave. (My middle name)
>
> Bob: When you and Dave are playing hide the salami, are we talking foot
> longs or are we talking Vienna sausage?
>
> Debby: (Laughter and shrieks)
>
> Bill: What a wiener! You're so full of baloney!
>
> Bob: You see, you have to be subtle. Debby?
>
> Debby: It's basically a salami. You know, long and hard and thick, and
> real juicy and spicy. (Thank you, Debby!)
>
> And so it went for about twenty minutes. They broke for announcements,
> and Debby, "the naked announcer", read a Public Service Announcement.
> Meanwhile, Joey the engineer, who is actually the third member of this
> travelling zoo, is doing mock voices. Calling in to give sulphurous
> denouncements of the proceedings were Titus A. Drum, the station
> manager, Ann L. Retentive, from the FCC, a spokesman for the station's
> law firm, Lettus, Rapeham, and Thensum, and the Reverend V.D. Spredder
> from C.R.A.P (Citizens Revolting Against Pornography). Finally, Debby
> had to leave to go to work, so I put the car back in gear and headed
> down the highway myself, with a huge and throbbing hardon. But I was
> intrigued by the final moments.
>
> Bill: You know we provide a limo to take you there and back.
>
> Bob: Ever done it in a limo, Deb?
>
> Debby: Uh, well, not exactly...
>
> Bob: What the hell does that mean!?
>
> Bill: Yeah, I mean either you have or you haven't.
>
> Bob: So, have you or haven't you.
>
> Debby: Uh...
>
> Bill: Come on, tell us!
>
> Debby: Jeez! Okay, already. It was after my hubby and I got married. We
> were riding in the limo from the church to the reception. I was wearing
> stockings and panties, not pantyhose. And Dave pulls me onto his lap,
> and you know...
>
> Bob: No we don't know.
>
> Bill: Yeah, tell us.
>
> Debby: Jeez, guys! Well he put his hand up my dress. Get the picture?
>
> Bill: Was it fun?
>
> Debby: (Giggles) Oh, yeah! But the chauffeur had a reeaal funny look
> when we got out.
>
> Bill: So Debby, you plan on wearing this outfit to the concert?
>
> Bob: Yeah, the band would really get into that!
>
> Debby: (Laughing) No, I don't think so. But I do have this real slinky
> strapless red dress. Maybe I'll wear that. (Good idea!)
>
> ***
>
> I never let Debby know I had heard her on the radio. She asked me a
> couple times if I had been listening. Actually she simply asked if I
> had listened to the show, she never said she had been on it. I told her
> I was listening to news on another station. She shrugged her shoulders
> and seemed to believe me.
>
> The first time she asked me, she was naked. After teaching the morning
> class that day, she showered and dressed and came over to my office to
> see if I wanted to take her out to lunch. My cock hadn't deflated an
> inch since that morning, and the way she looked wasn't helping matters.
> She was dressed in regular "street clothes", a tank top, denim
> miniskirt, and high heeled sandals. While I wasn't sure about panties,
> I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra or stockings. I kissed her
> lightly and walked over to my office door. Silently closing it, I
> turned the lock as quietly as I could.
>
> "Jimmy? What are you doing?", Debby asked as I took her in my arms.
>
> "Rather than lunch, I think we need to burn off a few calories.", I told
> her.
>
> Debby giggled as I reached down and unzipped her skirt and pushed it off
> her hips. She was wearing panties, a tiny lace thong affair. "Sounds
> good to me." I never stopped my movements and promptly had pulled the
> tank top over her head and pushed the thong down her thighs as far as I
> could while standing. Debby was eagerly unbuttoning my shirt. I helped
> take off my jacket and tie, then pushed my wife to her knees before me.
> Grinning, she undid my pants and had my straining member deep in her
> mouth before the belt loops had passed my knees. Initially, only her
> mouth worked me over, as she pulled my shoes, socks, and pants off,
> then she put her fingers to work scratching my pendulous nuts and
> pumping on my cock. It didn't take long at all for Debby to bring me to
> an orgasm that had the blood pounding in my ears.
>
> Debby stood up, licking her lips and swallowing, and kissed me,
> giggling. "What if someone comes in?"
>
> "Then they'll see you getting assfucked over my desk.", I told her. This
> morning's radio show had really turned me on, and I was already hard
> again. "Turn around, bend over, and assume the position."
>
> Debby smiled and trotted over to my desk. Bracing her arms on the edge,
> she spread her legs wide and looked back over her shoulder, grinning.
> Since she was still wearing the heels (and only the heels!), her ass
> and pussy were at just the right height for me. My cock was nicely
> slick from her mouth so I knew it would slide in easily. As I
> positioned the head at her asshole, I spread the cheeks with my hands
> and the little rosy ring opened invitingly. I plunged in, not waiting
> for it to open fully, but Debby didn't complain a bit. Instead, she
> pushed back as fast as I pushed in. This was a really vigorous fuck,
> each of us bucking against the other, Debby's tits swaying crazily, my
> balls slapping the inside of her thighs. We came within seconds of each
> other, and I had now left an equally large portion of jism at each end
> of her alimentary canal.
>
> This was my second come in a row standing up, and I was feeling a bit
> wobbly, so I went around my desk and sank into the chair. But my cock
> wasn't tired, it was pointing at the ceiling almost as soon as I had
> dropped in my leather armchair. Debby laughed lightly and came around
> the desk after me. "Is this the chair you take Emma in?", she teased.
> Emma is my secretary, weighs at least 250, and is old enough to be my
> grandmother.
>
> "Only when I've had my Wheaties.", I replied. "Jesus, the woman would
> crush me." We both laughed at the thought.
>
> Debby was sitting on my lap and idly stroking my erection. "I just can't
> kill this thing." Swiveling around, she threw one leg high in the air
> over my head and was in a position facing me, straddling my legs. I
> carefully lifted her and, as she dropped her legs over the arms of my
> swivel chair, lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my cock. I pulled the
> chair close to my desk and pushed Debby backwards. She rested her
> elbows on my desk and began to squeeze her cunt around me. I leaned in
> and began to chew and gobble her tits, like she had done to Denise that
> night. Debby began to moan and whimper, and before I was done and had
> spewed into her twitching cunt, had thrust a knuckle into her mouth to
> stifle the cries of pleasure.
>
> By now we were both temporarily sated, and lunch hour was up. Using wads
> of Kleenex, we wiped fluids from our bodies and my chair cushion and
> hurriedly dressed. Walking her to the door, I opened it and gave her a
> quick kiss. "Thanks for lunch, hon."
>
> "My pleasure. Maybe we can do it again, sometime.", she said back.
>
> "Anytime."
>
> "Hurry home, I'm sure I'll have a surprise cooked up."
>
> The surprise that night was worth falling asleep at my desk later that
> afternoon. Debby took some of her "Mad Money" and bought a rather
> interesting outfit. When I came home, Little Jimmy was spending the
> night at a friend's, and Brian was still too young to notice. Debby had
> on a black and white one-piece shorts-and-top set, something called a
> "romper". It was extremely short and had a set of very loose shorts,
> slit way up her hips. Attached at the waist was a loose,
> off-the-shoulder top with two lines of snaps under her arms that
> unsnapped down the sides to the slits in the shorts, and both shoulders
> had a pair of snaps, so that by popping the snaps the outfit would peel
> off. For some reason, the off-the-shoulder shoulders kept slipping
> lower and lower, exposing more and more of Debby's abundant cleavage
> from the deep-V front. I could detect some lacy black panties through
> the slits at the sides of the shorts, and Debby had on ankle strapped
> shoes with five inch heels. And that was all. She was really swinging
> and swaying under the top, and it was loose enough so that, if she
> turned just right, I could see a painfully erect nipple.
>
> She teased and tormented me for the longest time, letting the top slip
> down and then pulling it back up. Finally she put a sleeping son to bed
> and came back downstairs. We watched a dirty movie together while Debby
> undid her snaps, starting low and then as the movie ended, undoing the
> shoulders. She stood and put another porn flick in the VCR and, as the
> romper fell away, I could see that the lacy black panties I had
> glimpsed earlier were crotchless. Then she came and sat in my lap and
> we watched the second flick. I really worked her tits and clit over,
> bringing her to orgasm after shattering orgasm. Then we fucked like
> madmen on the floor.
>
> ***
>
> Debby never did tell me exactly how she won the tickets, just that she
> had called in (69th caller or some such), but I never asked either. I
> didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. That Friday night she arranged
> for Jenny to stay over, because we wouldn't be back till late. Finally,
> about seven, I heard a knock on the door and Jenny began oohing and
> aahing, staring out the window. "Wow! Look at that thing! It's huge!"
>
> I joined her and stared. "Christ! It really is huge!", I exclaimed.
>
> The doorbell rang a second time, and Debby yelled down the stairs,
> "Somebody get the door!"
>
> The boys raced to the door and opened it, then with their own squeals,
> ran out and down the walk to the limo. It was a big black stretch
> Caddy, and they crowded around it trying to see through the dark glass.
> Several neighbor's kids joined them. I let the laughing driver in.
>
> "Escort Limousine Service at your service.", he announced. "Ready when
> you are."
>
> "Great. My wife will be down in a moment." I walked to the stairs.
> "Deb!"
>
> "Coming!", she called, and then came skipping down the steps. "Ready."
>
> Debby had dressed after me (blazer, shirt, and slacks) and hadn't let me
> see her until now. It was worth it. She had worn the red dress she had
> talked about on the air. It wasn't new, but she didn't wear it out
> often, and it really showed her off. It had a strapless sequined
> bustier top that thrust her tits up and out and flared into a skintight
> sheath that came to mid-thigh, at most. Almost her entire back was
> exposed. Bright red high heels and sheer black stockings completed a
> devastating look. I gave a loud wolf whistle, and Debby smiled and
> pirouetted before us.
>
> The driver led the way to the car and ushered us in. This monster was
> really plush! Huge, deep seats and enough leg room to play football!
> Even a TV! As Jenny scooted the boys back towards the house, the driver
> got in front and turned to face us. Looking back over the front seat,
> he said, "There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge and two glasses
> in the cabinet next to it."
>
> "Wow!", we said together.
>
> "I guess we better get going.", he continued. Then he smiled at Debby.
> "I heard you win the tickets." He faced front again and touched a
> button on the dashboard, and an opaque divider rose out of his seat
> back, isolating us. Then a tinny voice came over a loudspeaker. "If you
> need me, just push the button on the armrest."
>
> I looked at Debby inquiringly, but she just shrugged her shoulders. "Got
> me.", she said.
>
> As soon as we pulled out, I opened the fridge (we both had to look for
> it) and got out the bubbly. I left the glasses where they were, and
> laughing, we drank it from the bottle. I was feeling a little frisky
> and when we hit a pothole and some dribbled down her chin to her neck,
> leaned in and began licking it from her neck. This turned her on quite
> a bit, and on her next swallow, managed to spill a bit more. This I
> licked from the tops of her breasts.
>
> But before anything more could happen, we turned into the Coliseum
> parking lot. God, the place was jammed! We had enough time to finish
> the bottle and use a few napkins to wipe any drops up. Finally we
> pulled over, and the chauffeur let us out. You could barely hear me
> lean into the guy and ask "Where do we meet you?!"
>
> "Right here. If I'm not already in front, wait for me!"
>
> Debby was looking the other way, at the entrance. I pulled a C-note out
> of my pocket and slipped it to the guy. "Pick up a couple more bottles,
> and afterwards, we want to take a long ride, a real long ride, get me!"
> I had to almost scream to make myself heard.
>
> He just grinned and nodded.
>
> "Okay, see you later!", I yelled, and grabbed my wife and we fought our
> way in.
>
> Well, the concert was absolutely great! The seats were pretty average,
> but who cared? Half the time we were standing, and Debby was constantly
> pulling the hem of her dress down. And boy, when she bounced up and
> down, she really bounced! She was a show all in her own right!
>
> What with two encores, it was pretty late when we fought our way through
> the crowd to the sidewalk. We had to stand around for half an hour
> before the limo pulled up. The driver gave me a thumbs up sign as he
> held the door for us. Then it was at least as long before we were back
> on the road. By this time, we were halfway through the first bottle,
> drinking from the bottle again.
>
> Debby looked out the window and looked confused. Pushing forward the
> switch on her armrest, she said, "This isn't the way back."
>
> "Shortcut.", came the tinny voice.
>
> Debby looked over at me in surprise and I put an arm around her waist.
> Pulling her onto my lap, I repeated, "Shortcut." She grinned back, and
> took another swallow, letting more than a little run down her neck to
> her ample tits. As the wine bubbled it's way down her cleavage, I
> buried my face in her chest and began to lick her tits clean. I
> steadied her in my lap by pushing my free hand between her legs and
> working my way under her skirt. As I had suspected, she was wearing
> thigh top stockings and no panties. I shoved my hand northwards and
> began flicking my fingers over her pussy lips. Debby moaned, and when I
> came up for air, kissed me passionately. Breaking, she put the bottle
> to my lips and I finished it off. Debby dropped the empty bottle at our
> feet, and the serious action began.
>
> She nestled against me and began to kiss me heatedly. I was really
> stuffing my fingers up her cunt, working her pussy to a frenzy, and she
> was moaning and whimpering as her fingers undid my shirt. I responded
> by unzipping the bustier top and letting it fall forward. I leaned down
> and began to suck wayward drops from between her heaving tits. In no
> time at all, she began screaming her pleasure. I stopped only when her
> pussy juices had run down from between her legs and soaked my pants
> legs.
>
> At this point, Debby scooted off my lap. Siting next to me again, we
> both began to hurriedly undress. Since Debby only had to push the dress
> off her legs, I lagged behind. This wasn't a problem, because as soon
> as she was down to her stockings and shoes, she literally tore open my
> pants and began to suck my engorged cock. She knew I had an incredible
> hardon, because it had been digging into her ass all during my
> fistfuck. Now she began to lick and suck frenziedly as I finished
> disrobing. It was my turn to moan now, as she used both hands to pump
> me off into her waiting lips. Debby moaned, too, but she's too polite
> to talk with her mouth full.
>
> Temporarily sated, we collapsed back into the seats and looked out the
> windows. The driver had taken us up above the Reservoir. We had at
> least as long to get home as it had taken us to get here. Debby opened
> the fridge and took out the last bottle and popped it. She let several
> drips fall onto my crotch. The shock of the cold made me just about
> jump out of the window, but it definitely woke other things as well.
> Debby took a long swallow as she watched my dick harden again, then
> handed the bottle to me. As I began to drink, she began to lick the
> champagne from my cock and balls. This time she went slow, agonizingly
> slow, taking me to the brink several times.
>
> Then, my balls aching, she let me out of her mouth and sat up. She took
> another long swallow, and pushed me forward on the seat. Climbing
> awkwardly atop me, she straddled my waist and slowly lowered her
> sopping wet pussy onto my cock. We rocked that way at least fifteen
> minutes, finishing the bottle, Debby's pussy slowly clamping and
> unclamping around my root, her tits swaying as the big vehicle moved.
> Finally, seeing the lights of the town reappear, I placed my hands on
> her hips and began thrusting her down onto my manhood, as I leaned
> forward and began to roughly suck and bite her tits. Debby began to
> shake and shudder all over, as she began a long extended orgasm, that I
> ultimately joined in, spraying her cunt walls with my boiling seed.
>
> As we pulled into the development, we both hurriedly dressed. We were
> just taking care of any last evidence as the limo pulled up in front of
> the house. The driver took several minutes getting out and coming
> around to open the door. I figured he must have known what had
> happened. But I was quite surprised when he opened the door. He had a
> huge shit eating grin on his face as he let us out, first Debby, then
> me. Then he reached down and moved the intercom switch back to "Off".
> Wordlessly he went to his door, got in, and drove away. Debby and I
> stared at each other. Debby had left the switch "On" the entire time
> and this guy had heard everything! Laughing hysterically, we went up
> the walkway and inside.
>
> As a final note, the driver, whose name I never did catch, called into
> Bob and Bill the next day and gave a blow by blow (Literally!)
> description.
>
> Chapter 14
>
> A week later, Debby and I attended a sales dinner for my firm. Debby
> always detests these things, but puts on a big smile and grits her
> teeth through them. It was a Friday night, so at least the drunks would
> be able to sleep it off the next day, rather than excuse their
> hangovers to their customers.
>
> Jenny couldn't sit for the kids tonight, having a date, but she
> substituted her sister. Now for my money, Betsy is the class act of the
> pair. She's about a year younger than Jenny, maybe fifteen or so, but
> taller. While her sister favors cutoffs and tee-shirts, Betsy prefers
> dresses, skirts, and nice slacks. I had never seen her braless like her
> sister, and doubted the thought had ever entered her mind. She was also
> built fairly nicely and, to be honest, I wouldn't have minded a taste,
> but that sort of thing can land a fellow in jail, and I had no
> intention of playing Pick-Up-The-Soap with a large hairy guy named
> Bruno.
>
> The dinner was as interesting as I thought it would be, and as boring as
> Debby thought it would be. Along about half past nine, the formalities
> ended, and rather than mingle at the bar, Debby asked if we could just
> go. I shrugged and we split apart for the bathrooms, then met at the
> coat room. It was Indian Summer and we didn't have coats, but it was
> convenient. I doubt if anybody noticed us leave.
>
> We had driven in my car, so as we headed home, I drove with my left hand
> on the wheel and my right arm on the armrest which dropped down between
> the bucket seats. So I was somewhat surprised when I felt Debby lay her
> left arm on top of mine and idly scratch the back of my hand with her
> fingernails. I glanced over at her and noticed her outfit. Interesting.
> She had worn a bright red suit, jacket and matching button front skirt,
> and a cream silk blouse. Only several buttons had been undone on her
> skirt, and with her legs crossed, more than a few inches on thigh were
> showing! And her jacket was unbuttoned, as were a couple of buttons on
> the blouse that I would have sworn were buttoned earlier!
>
> Normally, I would have immediately smiled and slid my hand over, because
> it was obvious what her intentions were. But it couldn't be! My wife's
> monthly schedule runs quite regularly, the clock most women wish for.
> By my calculations, she should be on the rag tonight and for most of
> the next week. Odd, but maybe I was wrong.
>
> "I, um, thought that tonight you'd be, um, well...", I stammered out. I
> glanced over at her, my voice petering out. I mean, how do you discuss
> this sort of thing, anyway?
>
> Beside me, Debby smiled shyly and shifted in the seat, exposing even
> more nyloned thigh. "You're off by a day.", she said. "We've still got
> one more night." Semi-facing me, she reached up and undid another
> button on her blouse. As it gaped open slightly, it became obvious she
> wasn't wearing a bra. I stared for a moment, then turned my attention
> back to the road.
>
> "You certainly weren't dressed like that at dinner.", I remarked.
>
> Debby giggled. "God, I would hope not! Some of those geezers would have
> a coronary on the spot."
>
> "Hey, I work for those old geezers, remember. So when did you pop the
> bra?"
>
> "When I went to the ladies room, right before we left. It's in my
> purse."
>
> I glanced over again and looked at her thighs. "So I suppose I can
> assume those aren't pantyhose? Did anything else go in your purse?" One
> eye began to look for a deserted spot along the road.
>
> Debby reached down and popped another button on her skirt. Shifting
> again, her skirt rode a bit further north, and I could see stocking
> tops and a garter strap. "Bingo!", she replied.
>
> We drove about another five minutes while I looked for someplace I could
> exploit my wife's innate horniness. Next to me, Debby unbuttoned her
> blouse and skirt, leaving a single button on each buttoned. Then I
> noticed a dirt road familiar from my high school days. We were past it
> before I could stop, but the road was deserted, so I made a U turn and
> went around and back.
>
> "Where in the world are we going?", asked Debby, looking around us.
>
> "This is a back way into the State Park."
>
> "That's closed now.", she said, looking at the weeds brushing against
> the side of my car.
>
> "Yeah, but they only have a gate at the main entrance. This is a
> seasonal road used for maintenance."
>
> "If we get stuck...", warned Debby.
>
> I just laughed. "Trust me, trust me!"
>
> After about a two mile trek through the jungle, we came out onto the
> main park road and I turned towards the lake. In another two miles I
> pulled into a parking lot and stopped. The moon was full and high, so I
> turned off the headlights. I turned towards Debby but she had already
> opened her door. "Let's take a walk.", she said.
>
> Well, okay, that was cool, I guess. I got out my side and went around
> the car, where I found Debby reaching into the back seat. She removed a
> chilled bottle of wine and two glasses from a cooler I hadn't known was
> there. "So, you've got this whole night planned, huh?", I said,
> grinning.
>
> "Well, maybe, a bit.", she said sheepishly. She handed me the wine
> bottle and headed down to the waterfront. I followed along behind her,
> slower, as I struggled with the foil wrapper over the cork. She stopped
> at a picnic table and turned around to face me. Leaning against the
> table, she scooted her rear up onto the tabletop and then lifted one
> high heeled foot onto the seat. Her skirt gaped open wide, and it was
> apparent she had indeed removed her panties.
>
> Well, Debby had gone to a fair bit of trouble for tonight, so I decided
> that a little romance was in order, rather than just taking her right
> then, as my groin wanted. I finally got the wine opened and I poured as
> she held the glasses. We sipped and talked quietly, and Debby loosened
> my tie, as my free hand lightly moved along her inner thigh. By our
> second glass, my hand was moving well above her stocking top, and Debby
> was no longer talking, just breathing heavily, as a few beads of sweat
> began to run down her cleavage. She finished off her glass and set it
> down, then began to move her hands across the front of my pants. I took
> this as her signal for more, and moved my fingers into her crotch and
> began to caress her naked lips and probe the cleft between them. When I
> flicked my fingertips across her throbbing clit, Debby shuddered and
> moaned, and grabbed me through my pants.
>
> Enough romance! I stepped between her legs and unzipped my pants.
> Reaching in, I pulled my erection from within my shorts and stuck it
> through the opening. I lifted her thighs and spread them and moved
> closer. Sitting on the picnic table, Debby was at a perfect height. She
> hurriedly reached between her legs and guided me in. She shuddered and
> moaned in a second orgasm as I penetrated her.
>
> Boy, was she hot and juicy! I slipped all the way in on the first stroke
> and was soon in a rapid in and out motion. Debby's arms were wrapped
> around my neck as she clung to me. She really did want it as bad as I
> did! She continued the moaning as her orgasm continued and intensified.
> My thrusting increased in speed until I could finally take no more, and
> after about ten minutes, I grunted loudly and burst into her.
>
> I stayed inside her, rubbing her back as she whimpered quietly, until my
> cock wetly slid out of her gaping twat. I tucked myself back into my
> pants, then poured another glass of wine for each of us. Taking her
> hand, I led her a few feet to a small backless bench, and we sat down,
> sipping our wine.
>
> "God, that was good!", said Debby quietly but forcefully. "I really
> needed that! You?"
>
> "What do you think?", I said, smirking.
>
> "Yeah, smart guy?" She took the glass and wine bottle from my hand and
> set them in the grass, putting hers with them. "Well, you're not done
> yet. I want more! Lie back.", she commanded.
>
> Grinning, I lowered myself onto the bench and stretched out. No sooner
> was I reclined, than my horny wife undid my pants again and pulled them
> and my shorts down my thighs. My dick was only semi-erect, damp and
> sticky, but the warm breeze blowing on it caused it to begin slowly
> stiffening. Debby stood and straddled me.
>
> "Okay, mister, I want it hard and I want it now! Get it up! Come on, you
> know the drill!", Debby ordered. I laughed loudly and reached down. I
> stroked it until it was in the condition she wanted, pointing at the
> moon behind me. Debby slapped my hands away and squatted, sinking onto
> it rapidly. Sloppy seconds made her juicier than ever. She spread her
> skirt around behind her and, reaching up, pulled her blouse and jacket
> wide open. Her nipples were as erect and as hard as I could remember.
> She grabbed my wrists and yanked them to her chest. "Come on! Get it
> right!", she demanded.
>
> "Yes, ma'am!", I laughed, and began a vigorous tit rub and nipple pinch.
> Debby began squirming atop me, really going to town. She was moving
> back and forth and side to side. She came twice before my pinches
> distracted her. She collapsed on my chest and I moved my hands down her
> flanks. I slid them under her skirt and around the garter belt and
> grabbed her asscheeks. Holding them firmly I lifted her off me and
> slammed her back onto my cock. Debby began to make small cries of joy
> as she exploded in intense orgasm. I slipped a finger into her asshole
> and began thrusting upwards as I moved her above me. By now, Debby had
> completely forgotten her earlier demands. Her only comments now were,
> "More, more...fuckme fuckme fuckme...yes...harder, harder!" Although I
> could feel myself moving ever closer to the brink, I kept it up as long
> as I could, until I spewed vertically and we collapsed in each other's
> arms.
>
> We lay together for several minutes, until my flaccid prick finally
> slithered out of her cunt with a soft pop. At the sound, Debby lifted
> her head up to look at me and we began to laugh. We helped each other
> upright (Thank God! My back was beginning to really ache on that stone
> bench!). Debby laughingly asked if we should try for a hat trick, but I
> was momentarily sated. I mentioned that we should be getting home, it
> was going to be late for the babysitter. I took her hand as we walked
> back to the car, promising some more action later on. Debby simply
> squeezed my hand in response. I saw her smiling in the moonlight.
>
> The drive home was short but interesting. Debby kept her blouse and
> skirt undone and spread wide apart almost until we pulled up to the
> house. Her thighs were spread wide and her right hand was between them,
> idly diddling her clit. Her left hand rested on my hand again.
>
> "So how did you know about that place?", she asked.
>
> "High school.", I explained. "An old lover's lane." We both grinned. I
> don't know why she was smiling, but I was remembering Becky Beckwith,
> miniskirts, and the "Bra Burning" generation.
>
> When we got home we had to park on the street, a strange car parked in
> our driveway. A light was on in the living room, probably where Betsy
> was, but otherwise the house seemed normal. A visitor? I let Debby out
> her side, and waited a moment for her to finish refastening all her
> clothes, then led the way to the door. As we approached the porch, I
> put my finger to my lips and signaled for quiet. I wanted to find out
> what, if anything, was up. Silently, I slid my key into the knob and
> opened the door. At the sight before me, I stopped dead in my tracks.
> Debby, however, pushed around me. She stopped too, but then broke my
> mood with a loud, "What in the world?!"
>
> The car must have belonged to the fellow on the couch with Betsy. I'm
> not sure, we were never really introduced. Both kids were buck naked,
> he sitting sprawled out on the couch, she kneeing on the floor facing
> him, her face in his crotch. What in the world was an obvious blowjob!
> The pair sprang bolt upright at the sound of Debby's voice and faced
> us, then the boy sprang into action. Grabbing his pants, he took off
> running out the back. Moments later we heard the kitchen door slam and
> the car in the driveway started up and tore out. Betsy wide eyed and
> open mouthed, simply stood there staring at us staring at her, like a
> deer caught in the headlights.
>
> Then Debby broke the silence. "Since when did you get the idea you could
> bring boys over for...this?", she yelled. Betsy's gaze broke and she
> tried to cover her nudity, placing one hand over her crotch and
> covering her breasts with the other arm. "What if the boys had wandered
> in? Do they know you've been entertaining? What if they had had an
> accident? Well? Say something?" Jesus, she was really getting a head of
> steam up! Best if I separate the two. Debby was sputtering by now. "I'm
> sure your mother would love to know how you baby-sit. You're never
> going to work for me or any of my friends again, not if I have anything
> to say."
>
> I grabbed Debby and pushed her towards the stairs. She wanted to
> continue, but I was firm. "Go! I'll handle this. Go take a cold shower.
> Cool off. I'll be up in five minutes...No, shhh, you'll wake the boys."
> I think it was the last remark which got her to go upstairs, still
> muttering under her breath.
>
> Turning back to Betsy, I looked at her still standing there, trying to
> cover up. "Get dressed.", I said, and turned away. Betsy's eyes opened
> wider and she scurried back into her clothes. Of course, I was watching
> her in the buffet mirror, unbeknownst to her. She really was a beauty,
> much nicer than her sister. Short blonde hair, slim, nice sized tits,
> her bush was very faint. Real potential when she finished growing. She
> put her industrial strength bra and panties back on, and her gingham
> shirt and blue jeans, and sneakers. She began to sneak towards the door
> when I quietly said, "Hold it."
>
> Walking back to the couch, I picked up her dates underwear, shirt,
> socks, and shoes. I balled them up and carried them to Betsy, thrusting
> them into her arms. "You really screwed up tonight, kid.", I commented.
> "Two thoughts, though. You really are finished working for us, so I
> hope it was worth it." And as I tapped the bundle in her arms, I said,
> "And all this for a guy who ran out on you, too." I opened the front
> door.
>
> "Are you going to tell my folks?"
>
> "Go."
>
> "Please don't tell..."
>
> "Just go.", I said, pointing the way.
>
> Shoulders slumped, tears pouring down her face, Betsy slunk home. I
> watched her head down the walkway, then closed the door behind her. I
> headed upstairs. Time to deal with my wife.
>
> I heard the shower running, so maybe Debby really had taken a cold
> shower to cool off. I took off my jacket and tie, and slipped off my
> loafers. Debby's clothes were scattered around the room, thrown every
> which way, so I silently gathered them up and sorted them, wash versus
> dry cleaner. I carried the wash into the bathroom and dropped it into
> the hamper. Debby opened the shower door and looked at me, then shut
> the door again. Tiredly, I sat down on the toilet seat and slid the
> door open enough so we could talk.
>
> "She's gone?", Debby asked. I nodded assent.
>
> "When I tell her mother..." Debby rambled on for several minutes more.
> She finished up with, "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"
>
> I shrugged my shoulders. "Do me a favor.", I asked. "Don't tell her
> parents."
>
> Debby looked at me as if I had lost my wits. "Why should I do anything
> for her, Jimmy? This is serious!"
>
> "I know that. I didn't say to do it for her. Do it for me. Please."
>
> "Why?", she asked, a quizzical look on her face. The water was running
> down over her shoulders, rivulets running between her breasts, down her
> belly, and then between her legs. She saw where I was gazing and turned
> her back to me. "Jimmy!", she protested.
>
> I laughed lightly. "I don't know. Maybe that's why.", I said, indicating
> her naked body. "Maybe because we caught them doing what we were doing
> earlier. Maybe because of a close call when I was a kid. You never got
> caught like that?"
>
> "No!", she harrumphed. Turning partially towards me, she said, "I was a
> nice girl until I met you. You corrupted me."
>
> I snorted in derision. "What is it, a good girl goes home and then to
> bed, and a nice girl goes to bed and then home. Or is it the other way
> around. I never can get it straight." I slid the door open a touch
> more, to get a better view.
>
> "You bastard!", cried out Debby. She moved to slide the door shut again,
> her eyes smiling at me, but I held the door open with my foot. Debby
> cupped some water and threw it at me. But her mood was broken. She
> smiled. "Want to join me?"
>
> "Nah. You were the one doing all the heavy sweating.", I said.
>
> "Bastard!" She threw some more water, so I got up and closed the door on
> her. I went back into the bedroom. After a moment, Debby called out,
> "Get me something to wear."
>
> I hung up my jacket and pulled a white lace peignoir from a hanger. I
> put this on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, then undressed,
> leaving on my shorts. I turned down the bed and turned on a nightstand
> lamp, and turned off the overhead light. I grabbed a magazine and
> settled back on the bed.
>
> Debby was out about half an hour later, but the wait was worth it. The
> door to the bath opened and Debby stood in the doorway. I looked over
> and feasted my eyes. TIME went flying. Debby stood in the doorway, feet
> spread apart, legs straight, one hand on her hip and the other holding
> the door frame above her shoulder. The bathroom light framed her,
> shining through the sheer lace and silhouetting her. Her legs were
> exposed in long waist high slits that went up each thigh, and her
> breasts were cupped and lifted by the subtle underwiring of the
> transparent lacy bodice. She had sprayed on some powerful perfume (Rape
> Me!, by Chanel, I guess.) and had slipped into a pair of white high
> heels that she must have left in there. "Well?", she asked.
>
> "Hubba, hubba!", I exclaimed. I grabbed my shorts and moved my dick and
> balls around.
>
> Debby exploded in laughter. She came into the bedroom, turning off the
> bathroom light as she brought her arm down. She settled on top of the
> bedclothes and lay back. I pulled my shorts down and they followed
> TIME. I knelt next to her and pushed her front hem to her waist, then
> crawled between her legs. "Hubba, hubba!", I repeated, as I lowered
> myself onto her. Debby continued laughing right up until I had stuffed
> my erection into her, then she let out a gasp. She brought her legs up
> and wrapped them around my waist. Supporting myself with one arm, I
> used the other to pull her straps down off her shoulders and exposed
> her mighty tits. She moved one arm to turn off the light, but I grabbed
> her hand. "Unh, unh. Leave it.", I grunted out, then moved her hand
> between us. Debby got the message and moved both hands to our joined
> groins. I braced myself on both arms and began moving against her. We
> made this a good, long fuck. Debby came at least twice, and I peaked
> once before I slowed enough to control myself and start anew. When I
> could tell I was going to blow, I sank down upon her and grabbed her
> asscheeks. Debby's legs tightened around me and her fingers swarmed
> around my joint as I thrust my way to ecstasy in her cunt.
>
> Afterwards, as we rolled apart, gasping and panting, Debby mentioned she
> wouldn't tell Betsy's folks. We talked as we regained our breath. She
> said she had done some pretty stupid things when she was a kid, too.
>
> "Oh, yeah? I'll bet you didn't do this when you were a kid."
>
> "What?"
>
> I didn't say a word. I simply rolled her on her stomach and pushed her
> gown to her waist. Spreading her asscheeks, I began to insert a finger
> into her rectum. Debby simply murmured a low "Mmmm." and closed her
> eyes.
>
> ***
>
> The next few days were pretty normal and quiet. The boys knew nothing of
> the doings the other night, and we didn't let them in on it. Debby's
> period came as she said it would, along with a head cold, which cut out
> any interest on her part for accommodating my desires. Well, almost.
>
> It had been a long wait for me, with no end in sight. Just as Debby
> should be ready for action I was scheduled for a trip upstate for a
> couple of days. That last night before I left, I began to rub her back,
> to see if there was any interest on her part, but she just sneezed and
> pushed me away. I rolled over and went to sleep, hoping for a hero's
> welcome when I got back.
>
> I slept late that morning, having a midmorning flight. I came down the
> steps around nine that morning, and was surprised that Debby was
> dressed for the gym. "You must be feeling better.", I commented.
>
> "Yeah, my fever broke last night, and when I woke up, I could feel my
> sinuses draining."
>
> What a lovely sight, I imagined. Still, I was glad for her. She set a
> cereal bowl before me and got out the milk and juice. "Going to work?
> Don't push it!", I warned.
>
> "Don't worry, I won't. One class, then a swim. I've got some time coming
> to me, anyway.", she said. Debby puttered around the kitchen, cleaning
> and doing dishes while I read the paper and occasionally looked her
> over. Leotards and a wrap skirt and sneakers. Very tight, and it showed
> her figure nicely. A low cut back and low enough in the front to show a
> bit of cleavage, too. It was obvious she was wearing a sports bra under
> the Spandex. A funny thing about Debby's time of the month. She says
> that she always put on some weight or retains water (Whatever the hell
> that means!) and her bra size increases a full cup, to DD. Great for
> titfucks!
>
> I finished my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink. I grabbed my
> briefcase and bag and headed for the front door, Debby following
> behind. Setting down my bags I turned to her and wrapped my arms around
> her. We gave each other a long deep kiss, then arms still around each
> other, backed our heads apart to say good-bye.
>
> "I'm sorry about last night, hun.", she said. "Maybe if I had felt then
> like I feel now..."
>
> I moved my hands lower, to her skirt, and slipped them under the hem. I
> cupped her cheeks and squeezed them suggestively. "Really? You mean we
> could have..."
>
> Debby blushed up at me, squirming at my touch. "Well, no, not like that.
> But maybe something else." I continued to squeeze and massage her
> buttocks and her groin moved in towards mine. I ground my erection into
> her belly. "Wow! You really are horny, aren't you?", she said with a
> giggle.
>
> "It's been a long week, babe. Can we?"
>
> She shook her head no. "Not yet. But by the time you get back, um, hmm."
> She ground her groin back at me. Then she pushed herself back away from
> me. Reaching up to her shoulders, she grabbed her shoulder straps. "Why
> don't I just give you something special to think about while you're
> away.", she said as she pulled the leotard and bra to her waist. Her
> tits sprang forth and she sank to her knees before me.
>
> The resulting blowjob was most commendable, and I left the house with a
> smile on my face. I remember reading somewhere that the reason most men
> go to hookers is because their wives won't suck them off. Debby would
> never have to worry about me.
>
> The trip was fruitful, if monastic. I looked forward to my return home
> and the promised rematch. When my plane landed, I called Debby to let
> her know I was in, but late, and to remind her to wear something
> interesting. Instead, she told me that Jeff and Denise had moved their
> dinner invitation up to tonight, instead of tomorrow, so could I meet
> her at their place, rather than go home. Crestfallen, I agreed. Well,
> that rematch would have to wait a few hours. Or not. What did I expect,
> Debby waiting at the front door, naked on her back with her thighs
> open? I probably wouldn't have gotten it any sooner anyway.
>
> I got to Jeff and Denise's about five minutes earlier than my wife. Jeff
> and I had beer in the living room, while Denise yelled from the kitchen
> that she'd be in in a few minutes. I called out my greetings and Jeff
> and I stood around sipping beer. Then the bell rang and Jeff opened the
> door to let my wife in. She kissed us both, then headed into the
> kitchen to see Denise.
>
> Both Jeff and I were startled out of our conversation at a loud "ACK!"
> emanating from the kitchen. We looked at each other for a moment, then
> ran in, to find Debby and Denise staring and pointing at each other. It
> took us a few moments to figure things out. They had the same dresses
> on! Both had decided to wear light sundresses which buttoned down the
> front and came a few inches above their knees and hung from thin straps
> off their shoulders, hose, and high heeled sandals. As Jeff and I
> laughed at their discomfort, they were babbling about Sears and buying
> their dresses there. Finally, Denise grabbed Debby's hand, and looking
> daggers at us, said she was going to change. They marched off to the
> master bedroom, Debby grabbing a couple of beers as she passed. Denise
> turned back and grabbed another pair of bottles, and then they
> disappeared down the hall. Jeff and I returned to the living room,
> still laughing at the pair.
>
> The two came back about half an hour later and twirled around before us
> in the living room. "We decided if one of us couldn't wear the dress,
> neither of us could.", said Denise. "I loaned Debby an outfit." Denise
> had changed into a tight button front denim skirt and a off the
> shoulder peasant blouse, while Debby had on a sleeveless green print
> wrap shirt and matching wrap skirt. They both still wore their hose and
> sandals. Jeff and I dutifully whistled and applauded, then we went back
> to drinking our beers. With a loud "Harrumph!" the girls went into the
> kitchen to prepare dinner.
>
> Salad and dinner and dessert were served in the dining room, along with
> a bottle of wine. We decided to have some more wine in the living room.
> Jeff and I took out the dishes and the girls stayed behind in the
> kitchen to clean up. Jeff and I went back to the living room. I sat in
> an overstuffed armchair while Jeff sprawled out on the couch.
>
> He turned his head to me and spoke in a low voice. "I think you and I
> are going to get lucky tonight, bud."
>
> I glanced quickly at the kitchen and turned back to him. "Huh? What do
> you mean?"
>
> "You know what I mean. The girls have been coming on to us since they
> changed. Didn't you notice?"
>
> I thought it over a bit. "Well, I don't know...I thought Denise was just
> flirting."
>
> "Hey man, flirting is a wink and a smile, not flashing pussy. Your wife
> has been showing me some naked gash for the last hour." Jeff had a big
> shit eating grin as he said this.
>
> "Oh, bullshit!", I exclaimed quietly. "Debby had on pantyhose and
> panties. I saw her dress."
>
> "No bullshit! I don't care what she was wearing when you got here. I'm
> telling you, I've been staring at Mount Baldy since they changed
> clothes."
>
> I had to think about this for a second. Was it kosher to have a private
> party, outside of the regular group? I asked Jeff.
>
> "Shit, I don't know. I really doubt this is the first time this has
> happened. I figure, what the fuck, it's all within the group, so why
> not!"
>
> I nodded back in agreement and settled back in the armchair to see what
> would happen next. It didn't take long to find out. The girls came back
> in bearing four wine glasses. Jeff sat back upright and Debby sat down
> next to him. She sat very close and crossed her legs so that the wrap
> skirt fell apart, exposing her legs right to the tops of the garter
> length stockings she had changed into. Denise came over to me and
> handed me a glass, then settled down into my lap, sitting sideways and
> facing the others. It was obvious Jeff had pegged the mark. Denise's
> button front skirt was undone well up her thighs, which she spread as
> far as she could without slipping off my lap. She too was wearing
> garter length stockings. Her off shoulder blouse was pulled way down,
> too, exposing her tanned shoulders and the tops of her breasts, right
> down to the edges of her pink aureoles. Wow!
>
> Well, shit, you don't have to hit me with a sledge hammer to wake me up!
> My plans to spend the better part of a week's jism on my wife went
> right out of the window. Denise would do just fine. As I sipped my wine
> with one hand, the other began to trace circles on her shoulders. She
> gave a small shiver and took a deep drink from her glass. I finished
> off my glass and set it down. Moving my finger up to her neckline, I
> tugged the bow at the keyhole opening (Which displayed a considerable
> amount of cleavage!) and loosened her blouse. Hooking fingers into both
> the front and back of the top, I tugged it down, exposing her massive
> mammaries. I don't know just how big they are, but they must be on the
> order of Debby's 38Ds! Denise placed her hands behind my head and
> tugged my face to her chest. As I began to lick and nibble her nipples,
> I slid a hand down to her skirt and popped the last remaining buttons.
> It fell apart, displaying a lacy blue garter belt holding up her
> stockings, and no panties to hide her neatly trimmed bush. My fingers
> went sliding home.
>
> I nibbled and fingered her for several minutes as she shuddered and
> gasped beneath my touch, then pulled my head up and looked over at Jeff
> and my spouse. They, too, were moving right along. She was straddling
> Jeff, sitting in the center of the couch. He had removed her skirt and
> untied her top, and she had undone his zipper and tugged his pants down
> to his knees. She had borrowed a garter belt of Denise's, a light and
> pastel green model. She was fisting Jeff off, and he was fingering
> Debby and licking her aroused tits. I turned back to Denise and put my
> mouth on her tits. Sucking vigorously, I turned my fingers loose,
> really working her over. Her quiet moans became heated screams of joy.
>
> After providing a really fierce orgasm, I decided I had earned on
> myself. I pulled my hands off of Denise and pushed her forward on my
> knees. I twisted her around away from me and undid my pants. Pushing
> them down my thighs, I grasped Denise by the waist and pulled her back
> onto me. She eagerly spread her thighs wide, straddling me, and I
> thrust her down, hard, onto my stiffness. She cried out again as I
> began to thrust her up and down on me. Then I slid my fingers up her
> back and pushed her peasant blouse up and over her shoulders and head.
> She bent down, her tits rubbing along my legs, as I did this, and I
> really liked the feel of her soft nipples on my kneecaps. Pressing down
> gently on her back to keep her in this position, I began pounding up
> into her.
>
> By this time Debby had crawled forward and straddled Jeff's crotch,
> piercing herself with his erection. Both their eyes were closed as they
> rocked and moaned against each other. It was interesting, comparing
> Jeff's and Denise's comments. She kept murmuring about how big I felt,
> and Jeff kept commenting how tight Debby was. I remember thinking that
> this was because Jeff was somewhat smaller than I am, and Denise
> somewhat looser than Debby. Not that I minded, mind you! Denise felt
> just great, wet and slippery and hot and just so fuckable! This just
> couldn't last much longer, and a few minutes later I exploded upwards
> into Denise's spasming twat. Jeff did the same just as Denise was
> collapsing backwards into my waiting arms.
>
> The girls rested in our arms for several minutes, as we all calmed down
> and began breathing regularly. Then they stood and stretched. Denise
> poured us all some more wine, while Debby grabbed a small towel and
> wiped away the juices running down her thighs. When she was done, she
> handed the towel to Denise, who also wiped my come from her pussy.
> "What about these two?", she asked Denise.
>
> Debby licked her lips and upended her glass. "I'll clean off Jimmy."
>
> Denise grinned and licked her lips, too. "Sounds good to me.", and knelt
> in front of her hubby. Debby sank down before me and tugged down my
> pants. She pulled them off my feet and spread my legs apart. Crawling
> between my legs she buried her face in my groin. Stroking and fondling
> my dick erect, her tongue went wild, licking juices off my nuts,
> thighs, and shaft. I just groaned and sank back in my chair, hips
> twitching spasmodically.
>
> I looked over at the other pair. Denise had eschewed the thorough
> cleanup Debby was performing and simply had gone straight to severe
> deep throat. Jeff had her head between his hands, guiding her and
> keeping his dick deep in her mouth. Great idea! I put my hands behind
> Debby's head and pulled her lower. She giggled and opened wide. Jeff
> and I both lasted longer than earlier, and despite Debby's greater oral
> proficiency, Denise's head start had both Jeff and I spewing within
> seconds of each other.
>
> Again the four of us rested. A fuck and a blow job inside of half an
> hour, wow! I for one was temporarily fucked out. I stood on wobbly legs
> and went down the hall to the bathroom. When I came out, Jeff was
> coming down the hall. We just grinned and shook our head in silent
> disbelief, and he went into the can. I headed back to the living room,
> stripping off my clothes as I went.
>
> But the girls had other ideas. They had missed out on the last orgasms,
> and had decided to work on each other instead. I suspect Denise started
> by licking Debby's pussy, but Debby had definitely gotten into the
> swing of things. By the time I got back, they were stretched out on the
> carpet on their sides, in a sixty-nine position, sucking and licking
> like there was no tomorrow. I quietly sat down on the couch and
> watched, and Jeff sat down next to me when he came in. This incredible
> tableau soon had us erect again, and I began to idly stroke my dick.
> Beside me Jeff was doing the same, as the girls moaned into their
> partner's muff. We kept watching until the girls got each other off and
> rolled apart.
>
> I looked at my watch. "Last call!", I said. "We're going to have to be
> going in a bit."
>
> Denise pouted and said it was early, but Debby agreed with me. But then
> Jeff spoke up. "Ever been a sandwich, Deb?"
>
> "Huh? A sandwich? What do you mean?"
>
> I just grinned, because I knew precisely what he was referring to.
>
> "You know, two guys with you in the middle. Come on, I'll show you.",
> said Jeff. "Jim, lay down on the floor."
>
> The girls separated and stood up, and I slipped off the couch into their
> place. I stretched out, dick sticking straight up, as Jeff positioned
> my wife above me.
>
> "Now, Deb, straddle Jimmy...that's right...Denise will put it in..."
> Debby climbed on board and Denise put my cockhead between her cunt
> lips. "...now stretch out and spread your legs. You, too, Jimmy.
> Support yourself on your hands, Deb."
>
> Then Jeff stepped between our outstretched legs and knelt down. As Debby
> slowly moved atop me, she half turned to see the action behind her. I
> watched over her shoulder. Denise knelt beside us and put her face in
> her husbands crotch. But she wasn't going down on him, or not really,
> at least. She simply got him good and wet, then pulled away. Jeff
> crawled forward on his knees. Debby stiffened as Jeff's cock probed for
> her asshole, but then once his head was in, she collapsed onto my
> chest. Then Jeff lowered himself slowly on her back, his arms planted
> beside me stiffly holding him up.
>
> This was probably the craziest thing I had ever done, but immensely
> pleasurable. Debby's eyes were closed and she squirmed between us,
> panting and moaning. She was sweating heavily (Well, so were the rest
> of us!) and gasping. I could feel Jeff's cock moving through the thin
> walls of flesh between us, and six knees were knocking against each
> other. Denise moved up to our heads. I pulled up my hands and began to
> pinch one of Debby's nipples and fondling Denise's clit. Jeff leaned
> over and kissed his wife and licked her face and neck. After about ten
> minutes, the four of us had a shattering four-way orgasm.
>
> But it really was time to go. After we untangled, Denise and Deb went
> back to the bedroom to change. I grabbed my clothes and headed down the
> hall to a three-quarter bath. Which gave me an idea. Sticking my head
> out the door, I asked Jeff if he'd mind if I took a fast shower.
>
> "No sweat. Take your time.", he replied.
>
> I didn't. I basically doused myself and scrubbed off the sweat and come,
> then toweled myself roughly dry. I was back out to the living room in a
> hair over five minutes. Debby was waiting for me.
>
> "You bastard!", she cried, smiling. "I still smell like a whorehouse. No
> offense guys."
>
> Jeff and Denise just laughed along and waved us out. We got into our
> separate cars and I followed Debby home. I walked her in and paid off
> Jenny. Debby went upstairs to cleanup, so I grabbed a beer and went
> into the living room to watch the news. It was a school night so the
> boys were long ago in bed. I finished the beer and got up and got
> another. Upstairs I could hear the shower running. I went back to the
> TV and watched the rest of the local news, then switched to CNN. On the
> road, CNN is about the only thing that stays the same. No matter what
> city, what time, what day, CNN is there. I must have lost track of
> time. After a bit I grabbed another beer and was just starting on it
> when I heard a small rustle and Debby saying, "I thought you were
> coming upstairs."
>
> I looked over at her. She was wearing a long silk robe, knotted with a
> long sash at her waist. She was drying her hair with a large fluffy
> towel. She walked over to my side and took the beer from my hand,
> taking a long drink from the neck. I reached up and wrapped my arm
> around her waist and hugged her briefly, then took my beer back.
> "Sorry, hun, got to watching the news. Feeling better?"
>
> Debby tossed the towel to the floor and settled herself into my lap. She
> swung her legs across me and over the chair arm, then rearranged her
> robe close around her. She put an arm around my neck and took another
> sip of beer. "The one big problem with these parties is cleaning up
> afterwards." She sipped again.
>
> "Hey, get your own beer!"
>
> "I prefer yours. Besides, I think you've had enough." She pointed at the
> other two dead soldiers.
>
> "Hmmph. Anyway, next month you won't have that problem. The party is
> here. Remember?"
>
> Debby finished the beer and set it on the floor. She rested her head on
> my shoulder and hugged me. I hugged her back. "Worried?", I asked.
>
> Debby was quiet for a bit. "Maybe, a bit. What in the world do we do?
> And this is the Halloween party! I've never had a costume party for
> adults, let alone a costume orgy."
>
> I laughed softly, and soon had her laughing too. "So call Carol and
> Denise. They'll give you a hand. All you'll have to do is figure out a
> costume."
>
> Debby sat upright. "Oh, I've already done that. You're going to be
> Caesar and wear a toga, and I'm going to be a slave girl and wear a
> mini-toga. I'll make the outfits from bedsheets." She smiled brightly.
>
> I pulled her back against my chest and hugged her again. "That's my
> girl! Never say quit." I rubbed her back and suspected the robe was all
> she had on. I began to nuzzle and lick her neck and ears, and slid my
> free hand down to her legs. I pulled the robe apart and slid my hand up
> the inside of her thighs. Debby's breathing became deeper and she
> parted her legs to allow me easier access. But I bypassed her snatch
> and moved my hand higher and untied her sash. Only then did I move my
> hand back down to her crotch. My middle finger found her clit just as I
> lowered my head to her breasts and began to lick and suck the erect
> nipples I found. Debby's breath was now coming in ragged pants and
> gasps, and moments later became muffled cries she silenced by biting a
> knuckle.
>
> I slowed my fingers and brought my face up to kiss her soft full lips.
> She shuddered and shivered in my arms and wrapped her arms around me.
> "Thank you.", she whispered in my ear. "Let's go to bed." She stood and
> rewrapped her robe. "Come on. Please?"
>
> I stood and followed her.
>
> Chapter 15
>
> As I expected, Carol and Denise were happy to help out. For the next
> several weeks I could usually find one or the other or sometimes both
> yacking with Deb around the kitchen table. By general agreement it was
> decided to move the party to the Friday after Halloween. We didn't want
> Trick or Treaters disturbing this party!
>
> We shuffled the boys off to my folks for the weekend. They wanted to
> stay for the party, but Mom and Dad were firm and said "No." And
> besides, Gram and Gramps were taking them to the zoo on Saturday.
> Appeased, they settled down and I drove them over and dropped them off.
>
>
> When I got home, Denise had left to go home and change and return with
> Jeff. Carol was setting up some hors d'oerves in the kitchen. "Jerry
> will come over in a bit, and I've got my costume here already. I'll
> change in a bit.", she explained. I nodded and headed for the bedroom
> to shower and put on my toga. This basically involved wrapping a
> bedsheet died purple once over my shoulder and several times around my
> waist, then tying a gold sash around my waist to hold it together.
> Maybe the beach sandals were a mite out of place but emperors get some
> leeway. I headed back to the living room.
>
> Carol was apparently changing in the bathroom because Deb would have
> probably changed in our bedroom. I continued down the hall and
> downstairs, where I found my sweetie in the laundry room off the
> kitchen. Only Debby must have changed there. She was kneeling and
> strapping on some high heeled sandals. Her outfit was as simple as my
> costume. She had taken a large pillowcase and slit the seams along each
> long side the entire length. With scissors she had cut a large Vee at
> the closed end, then slipped it over her head. A gold colored drapery
> cord was wrapped around her waist, holding the front and back against
> her body. It was simple and stunning, and very, very short. Pulled down
> far enough to cover her pussy, it rode up enough in the back to give a
> good glimpse of the bottoms of her cheeks.
>
> "Now that looks good!", I exclaimed. "I want you to wear that again,
> some other time, too." I moved up behind her. "I need some tradition
> right now."
>
> "Why Jimmy! What if Carol comes in?", she asked, backing up against me
> and rubbing her ass against me.
>
> "She'll just have to wait her turn.", I replied. "Besides, I need some
> practice in pulling this up." I pulled the toga high enough so my hard
> and stiff cock poked out from underneath, then moved forward. Debby's
> comments were in jest only, because she immediately spread her legs
> wide and bent forward. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, I let go
> the toga and grabbed her waist. I pushed her forward against the side
> of the dryer and began bucking against her. An interesting if unplanned
> aspect of Debby's costume was that the "shoulder straps" kept slipping
> off her shoulders. She was really showing, swaying to and fro, as we
> passionately screwed.
>
> I was beginning to peak when Carol walked in. "Hey Debby, got a safety
> pin? Oh, excuse me." My moment passed as we turned to face Carol.
> "Don't stop for me!", she cried out, and I began a slow in and out.
>
> Carol stood there in black high heels and fishnet stockings held up by
> garters. The garters were attached to a strapless "Merry Widow" which
> cupped and exposed her mammoth breasts. Crotchless panties were the
> only other thing she wore, but she held a small dress in her hands. She
> leaned against the washer and watched us. "The safety pin can wait
> guys. What's up, getting a little ahead of time?" Debby explained about
> our tradition. Carol nodded. "Yeah, Jerry and I always try to get some
> ahead of time, too. Before I came over, he did me in the ass. Really
> great! I hope you don't mind if I watch?"
>
> By now I couldn't have cared if the President and the Pope wanted to
> watch. I began to pound my wife's wet and willing cunt and Debby began
> to clamp her twat around me. Next to us, Carol began to pinch and rub
> her nipples, which stiffened delightfully. Taking one hand off my
> wife's ass, I reached over and began to finger fuck Carol. She gasped
> and came immediately, grabbing my hand and holding it between her
> thighs. Debby and I came shortly thereafter.
>
> "Thanks, Jimmy, you're a sweetheart. I'll make sure to take care of Your
> Highness later.", she said, as Debby and I adjusted our outfits.
>
> "Emperors are called Your Excellency.", I commented.
>
> "We'll have to see just how excellent you are." She kissed my cheek as I
> went to answer the door. "Now, the safety pin?", she asked Debby.
>
> The night went pretty well, I thought, considering it was our first
> attempt. The costumes were interesting, to say the least. Carol's dress
> turned out to be a low cut black mini-dress of the "French Maid" type,
> and Jerry wore tails a la a butler. Dan and Cindy came as cowboy and
> cowgirl. If real cowgirls dressed that way, the West would never have
> been won. Stetson hat, leather vest (unbuttoned, nothing beneath),
> denim string panties, leather chaps, and boots. Ride 'em cowboy! Jeff
> wore a three piece suit from the Seventies, with really wide lapels,
> and a lot of jewelry, while Denise wore all this really trashy shit.
> Thigh high patent leather high heeled boots, miniskirt and bustier. A
> hooker and her pimp. The Wests got really campy. Alice wore a really
> slinky sheer silk night gown and matching stockings and heels, and Ted
> had rented a gorilla suit. King Kong and Fay Wray! They took the prize
> for the night.
>
> The biggest surprise was the Summers, though. Bobbi showed up last of
> all, just before things got going, towing another girl in her wake. She
> explained that Bob had at a conference at the Capital and had suggested
> she bring her sister with her. Most of us just stared and whispered to
> our spouses. Cindy and I, closest to the door, took Bobbi aside. "Does
> you sister know what gives?", I whispered, looking over at the
> newcomer. Very pretty girl, maybe a year younger than Bobbi. They were
> both wearing nurse's uniforms, sort of. Very short white tunics that
> zipped up the front, sheer white stockings, and high white heels. They
> had stethoscopes around their necks, tucked into their tunics which
> were unzipped to the waist, with nothing underneath.
>
> "Yeah, I mean does she know just what sort of party this is?", asked
> Cindy, lowly.
>
> Bobbi smiled and put a hand on each of our arms. "It's no sweat. She's
> into swinging, too. She's only in town for the weekend and I couldn't
> just leave her at home. Trust me, we share everything." At the last
> remark Bobbi winked lewdly.
>
> "Everything?", I asked.
>
> "Everything. We share Bob, too, at least when he's home."
>
> "Holy shit!", commented an awed Cindy. "The family that plays together
> really does stay together, huh." She looked over at me and shrugged.
> "Okay with the female contingent. It's your party."
>
> I nodded an assent. Leading the way over to Terry, which was our guest's
> name, I welcomed her. I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Hi. I'm
> Jimmy. Let me introduce you to everybody." I took her arm and led her
> through the room. In about fifteen minutes, Terry had blended in like a
> long time member of the group. Very personable young lady. Some of the
> group was beginning to pair off as I led Terry to a makeshift bar.
> Bobbi and Debby had joined other couples exploring the house. I poured
> Terry some white wine and got a beer for myself and led Terry to the
> couch.
>
> It took me a moment to arrange my toga, then Terry sat down next to me,
> very close, and crossed her legs. A really great set of wheels! Her
> uniform rode well up her legs and the lace tops to her stockings became
> quite visible. Terry pulled the shiny end of the stethoscope out of her
> top and idly twirled it in her fingers. I followed her motions closely.
> A great set of hooters showed under the wide spread zippers. "You
> wouldn't happen to really be a nurse, would you?", I asked.
>
> "Why, yes, actually I am.", she replied. She set down her wine and
> tugged her zipper even lower, so I could see the tops of white lacy
> panties. "Are you in any pain I could help you with?"
>
> "Well, actually, I have been suffering a bit. I'm been somewhat swollen
> and inflamed the last few minutes."
>
> "Here, let me look.", she said. Terry reached down and pulled my toga
> slowly up my legs. I held the fabric at my waist. "Oh, my! I'm afraid
> this needs prompt and professional care. You shouldn't handle this. We
> wouldn't want any accidental discharge. Allow me."
>
> "Please.", I remarked. Terry shifted around and slid off the couch.
> Crouching between my outstretched legs, she opened her mouth and
> lowered her lips onto my straining penis. In moving around, her tits
> had popped out of the front of her dress. They were her sister's size I
> guessed, 36Cs, and they swayed from side to side as she deep-throated
> me to a fast come. Fresh meat really turned me on, though, and almost
> as soon as I finished coating her tonsils and she had squatted back on
> her heels I was hard again.
>
> "Wow! This is a really severe case. It needs some more work.", she said,
> and crawled up onto my lap. She straddled me and unzipped her tunic. I
> helped her take it off and saw her white lace panties were crotchless.
> This was great, because she promptly snuggled forward and lowered
> herself onto me. Reaching down, she spread the fabric and her pussy
> lips apart, guiding me up and in. Then she laced her fingers behind my
> neck and began to slowly rock atop me. This fuck could have lasted
> forever, for all I cared. But Bobbi returned, also out of uniform, and
> plopped down next to me.
>
> "I told you you could get well and truly fucked tonight!", she said to
> her sister. "Having fun Jimmy?" I gurgled an assent from between those
> C cups. "Great! Want him to come? Watch this." Bobbi reached around
> between my legs and gently squeezed my nuts, dangling off the edge of
> the couch.
>
> "Oh shit!", I cried weakly and exploded into Terry's pussy. My hips
> bucked spasmodically and finally I collapsed backwards into the
> cushions. Terry kissed me hard on the lips as she crawled up and off.
>
> Bobbi grabbed her sister's hand. "Come on kid. We're going to have a lot
> of fun tonight!"
>
> ***
>
> I won't begin to describe to rest of the night. Suffice it to say that
> with only five guys but seven girls, the men were hard pressed to keep
> up. Terry and Bobbi were rogered roundly by all the guys and Terry
> expressed a bi interest, so Denise and Alice sixty-nined her as well.
> My toga only lasted through one more fuck, Carol taking care of the
> Emperor. She had already lost her dress and I simply tucked her legs
> over my forearms and plowed her ragged. After that I just can't
> remember who or in what order I did.
>
> Things finally broke up about one and bowlegged women and crawling men
> headed out the front door. Around us, Debby and I stared at the
> detritus of a good party and decided to clean up in the morning. She
> headed for the bedroom and I sank into a chair, promising to be right
> along.
>
> The next morning I was still in the chair, sleeping soundly when I felt
> Debby nudging me awake. I groggily looked around me, recalling the
> previous night. "Come on, get up.", said my wife. She had on jeans and
> a sweatshirt, and was carrying two hands full of glasses.
>
> "Yeah. Okay. Give me a chance to shower and I'll help." I climbed to my
> feet and went upstairs, where I promptly fell asleep again sprawled out
> naked on the bed.
>
> I awoke on my own about three. Oh shit! Debby was going to have my head,
> or worse! I rushed through a quick shower and shave, pulled on slacks
> and a sports shirt, and headed barefoot downstairs. "Debby, I'm
> sorry!", I called out. "I must have fallen asleep again."
>
> "No shit!", she responded when I found her. She was sitting at the
> kitchen table eating a sandwich. "Don't worry, I took a nap myself.
> Want some lunch?"
>
> "Uh, yeah, I'm starving." I stood to make a sandwich but Debby stood
> too. "Sit down. I'll get it. You're taking me to dinner tonight.
> Lacy's." I groaned inwardly thinking of the bill. But Debby had earned
> it. The house looked pretty good. And so did Deb. She must have bathed
> and changed after her nap. Now she wore an apron and nothing else. The
> apron covered her top like a halter top and wrapped around her ass and
> tied again in front. Very short. Tight on her ass and loose up top. I
> watched intently as she made a three tier ham-and-cheese. She poured a
> glass of lemonade and brought it over. She set the plate and glass on
> the table before me, then slid sideways onto my lap. I alternated
> between eating and rubbing my hands all over her. Finally I was done
> and pushed the plate and glass back.
>
> "Now for some dessert.", I said. I lifted Debby onto the table and
> lifted a leg over my head, so that she was sitting spread-eagled before
> me. I slid the apron to her waist and lowered my face to the feast
> before me. I began licking and sucking her lips and clit, taking my
> time. She tasted sweetly musky and I enjoyed myself immensely. So did
> Debby, coming twice. Then I pushed myself back in my chair and stood
> up. Debby moved to get up, but I pushed her back onto the table. "Stay
> there."
>
> I grabbed the dishes and put them in the sink. Then I opened the
> refrigerator. I looked around for some chocolate syrup but we were out,
> so I grabbed a jar of strawberry preserves instead. I took a spoon from
> the drawer and sat back down in my chair. "Lie down.", I said. Debby
> grinned and complied, pulling her apron to the waist again. Using the
> spoon, I liberally coated the bald twat facing me with preserves, even
> shoveling some into her gaping gash. Then I resumed eating, jam
> smearing my cheeks, and got her off twice more. When the jam was
> completely gone, I stood and unzipped. She was really hot and juicy as
> I rammed into her. Debby moaned and cried, wrapped her legs around my
> waist and crossed her bare feet behind my back, and held on to the
> table at the sides. I was really ready after dessert and gave her a
> nice long fuck before spurting.
>
> Afterwards, I took a kitchen towel and soaked it under the faucet. I
> washed my face, my crotch, and then Debby's crotch, then dried it with
> a fresh towel. Together, we finished cleaning the house, although I
> must admit to one interlude. Debby was on her knees, cleaning under a
> chair in the den, when I walked past the doorway. Man, I just couldn't
> go further! Her ass was staring straight at me, bald pussy lips spread
> wide. I just walked over, sank to my knees, and unzipped my pants. She
> didn't protest as I slid into her pussy, and was positively grateful
> when I pulled out and stuffed it up her asshole. I untied her apron and
> pushed it over her head. Naked now, I was able to reach around and grab
> her tits. She pushed back as hard as I pushed in! We both orgasmed
> tremendously.
>
> Well, Debby got back at me for sleeping while she cleaned! That night
> she got all dolled up and had me take her to Lacy's, the most expensive
> place in town, or anywhere nearby, for that matter. All night long she
> tormented me, ordering a shrimp salad, TWO lobsters, crepes, and two
> bottles of rather expensive wine. I just kept my mouth shut and smiled
> a lot. I could just see the zeros on the check.
>
> Still, in some ways she was worth it. She really looked good! She had
> worn a strapless and backless black sheath that must have been spray
> painted onto her. It showed an astounding amount of her cleavage and I
> alternately hoped it would slip off and prayed it wouldn't. Black
> shoulder length gloves and high black heels. And black fishnets showed
> through a long, long slit up her left thigh. They were real long thigh
> highs - I could see the tops occasionally when she sat and crossed her
> legs. After dinner we danced and Debby rubbed herself all over me like
> a bitch in heat, an apt description! On the drive home she crossed her
> legs and teased me unmercifully. But I had sweet revenge. As soon as we
> got in the door, I took her in my arms and pulled her to me. As I
> kissed her, my fingers worked her zipper down and I stripped her right
> there in the foyer. As I suspected from massaging her buns while
> dancing, she wasn't wearing panties.
>
> Turning her away from me, I ordered, "Bend and grab your knees!" As she
> complied, I stepped back and unzipped and stuffed it in, hard and fast.
> Afterwards, I led her by the hand to the living room couch. I put the
> video we made into the VCR, got undressed and joined her on the couch.
> We screwed repeatedly the rest of the night!
>
> We had an interesting conversation earlier, over dessert. "So what do
> you think about Dan and Cindy?", she asked.
>
> "What about them?"
>
> "Didn't you hear they were moving?"
>
> "No, when?", I said. First I'd heard of it.
>
> "Must have been when you were getting your physical last night. He got
> transferred to Los Angeles. They leave right after Christmas. I mean,
> they've already got their house listed and all!"
>
> "Holy shit!", I said lowly. "That's pretty fast! What about her job?"
> Cindy's a grade school teacher.
>
> "She'll have to quit and look for one out there. Maybe his company will
> help. I hear a lot of them do that sort of thing now. Help with selling
> the house, too.", said Debby.
>
> "Wow!" I was going to miss Cindy. She had a very cute ass and simply
> loved to fuck doggy style. Standing, kneeling, sitting on your lap,
> whatever, with at least one hand rubbing her clit and your cock. "So,
> uh, what do we do about the group?"
>
> Debby shrugged her shoulders. Her breasts jiggled dramatically. "I don't
> know. I guess we find another couple. I'll call Carol and Alice, find
> out what's up. Any likely couples?"
>
> "Christ! I don't know." I had to think about this one a bit.
>
> "Well, any friends or neighbors you'd like to fuck?", she asked. We were
> talking rather quietly. This was not a conversation we wanted a
> neighboring table to hear.
>
> "I'll give it some thought. Actually, the only one that comes to mind
> immediately is the Bronson's, across the street. I wouldn't mind doing
> her. But he's such a total asshole." The Bronson's were Jenny and
> Betsy's parents, or mom and step-dad, anyway. She was a long tall drink
> of water, slim waist and hips, melon sized tits, and legs that just
> wouldn't stop! I saw her often working in her garden, barefoot, ass
> outlined by ragged cutoff jeans, and spilling out of a bikini top.
>
> "Forget him.", agreed Deb. "You'll just have to keep fantasizing."
>
> "So? Maybe she'll finally figure out what a jerk he is and dump him." I
> shrugged and we laughed. The vote should be interesting!
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