The swap club

THE SWAP CLUB (Author Unknown)

CHAPTER ONE

“Another drink, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, okay, Jerry,” 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 risque 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 TWO

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 THREE

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 FOUR

“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 Summers, 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 Summer, 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 FIVE

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 Summers 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 canapes. 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 SIX

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 SEVEN

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 fiancee had promised to take her dancing after dinner. With me carrying the youngest, we left the hand-holding pair.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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 can’t!” 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 fiancee 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 NINE

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 Olympics Night for the guys.”

“No shit! Is there an Olympics 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 TEN

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 ELEVEN

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 risque 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 TWELVE

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 Olympics 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 THIRTEEN

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 FOURTEEN

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 38 Ds! 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 FIFTEEN

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 Bronsons, across the street. I wouldn’t mind doing her. But he’s such a total asshole.” The Bronsons 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!

THE END