“Hers and Ryan’s,” Brett said, pulling out a kitchen table chair for her.
“Of course. Didn’t mean to leave him out.” She took a step toward the table and winced. “Damn, I am a little sore this morning.”
“Maybe we should stay home this evening and you can share Ryan’s innovations with me.”
She gave her husband her best pout. “I’m sore enough I could almost call in sick—if I could convince a certain person to stay home with me.”
He shook his head. “I’ve got a meeting I can’t get out of this morning.” He grinned. “And of course I’ve got to play golf later this afternoon.”
Grinning, Jen sipped her coffee. “Guess I’m good enough to go to work. You can wonder what I’ll have in store for you while you’re lining up your putt on the eighteenth green. In the meantime, I’ll put on my party hat and start making arrangements. There’s so much to do in two weeks.”
“Donna’s as tight as a coiled spring about the party you guys are throwing tomorrow night.” Grinning, Ryan Powers swung his golf bag over his shoulder and waited for Brett. “Damn, the last two weeks have taken forever.”
Brett tucked his glove in his golf bag, slung the bag over his shoulder and walked out of the clubhouse, matching Ryan stride for stride. The party and who would be there was about all Ryan had wanted to talk about for the last two weeks. His wife, on the other hand, went from hot to cold about the party. Two nights ago, when he stayed over with Donna, she practically begged him to cancel the party. By morning when they were sharing a shower, she’d squirmed back against him, pressing him to the wall, and giggled, wondering aloud how many swingers might safely fill her shower stall. He liked Donna. A lot. But he was damn glad he didn’t have to live with her full-time. Too blasted mercurial for him. “It should be fun,” he said to Ryan. “Donna will be fine once the ice is broken.”
“I’m sure she will be. Sounds like she and Jen are still shopping to find something for Donna to wear for the party.”
Brett chuckled. “Women seem to spend an inordinate amount of time getting dressed just to get naked. Though I do like a lady dressed sexy—a transparent top, short skirt, thigh highs, heels and no underwear will grab everyone’s attention, male and female.”
“Damn, they really dress like that? That sounds hot! Hope I don’t embarrass myself before the games begin.”
“You won’t. You’ll do fine.”
“Is that mixed racial couple still coming?”
“Oh yeah. Heard from them yesterday. Linda’s eager to help you guys break into the swinging world. I don’t know what Jen’s told her about you, but she’s certainly pumped to hook up with both of you. Linda will make your head spin. I guarantee it.”
“Damn, I never in my life thought I be so damn lucky.”
“Know what you mean. Both she and Tom are curious about Donna squirting. It’s not rare, but you’d be surprised how many experienced swingers have never been with a squirter. You shouldn’t take Donna for granted.”
“I don’t,” Ryan responded quickly. “She’s good. I know that. But I’m looking forward to more variety. Even being with you guys has spiced up our sex life.”
“Most of our playmates comment on that. It’s almost like they’re in bed with us as we relive the experiences with our own spouses.”
“And fantasize about the next round.”
“Exactly.” Brett popped the trunk of his car as they approached. “We’re not sure our friends from Indianapolis will be able to come down. Jen said something earlier in the week about them having a sick child. Day by day, I guess. They’re fun people. If you don’t meet them this time, we’ll be sure to hook you up with them later on.”
“Thanks, you guys are being wonderful with us.” Ryan nestled his golf bag in next to Brett’s. “Just hope Donna doesn’t get carried away with this HWP thing. I don’t mind her losing some weight, but I wouldn’t want her to be skin and bones either.”
“Absolutely not. She’s got the curves in the right spots as it is.”
“A little extra padding doesn’t hurt.” Ryan blanched. “Don’t get me wrong. Jen is great. It’s just I wouldn’t want Donna… Tall and lanky fits Jen. Donna is not going to be tall.”
Getting into the driver’s seat, Brett chuckled. “No, I expect Donna has been done growing her height for some time now. I know what you mean. Both women are fine looking, sexy women. And,” he flashed a grin at Ryan, “both women are quite adept in bed.”
“That’s for damn sure.”
“This party should help Donna understand she’s appreciated for how she is. I have no doubt she will revel in lots of attention and admiring playmates.”
“If she doesn’t pop first from anxiety.”
Brett started the engine. “She’ll be fine. And then you guys will really be launched.”
“We don’t want to get so involved with others that we begin to neglect you and Jen.”
Brett glanced at Ryan before pulling out of the parking lot. Ryan wasn’t joking. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. There’ll be time for all of us—the women will see to that.”
Ryan nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “They do take care of us real good.”
“Yeah,” Brett agreed. “We’re a couple lucky bastards, that’s for sure.”
* * * *
“I’ll never be able to wear this mesh top out of the house to get to your place.” Donna tugged on the white top, but nothing she did prevented her nipples from poking through.
“You can wear a sweater over it until you get to our place.” Jen sat on the Powers’s bed, admiring her friend and her handiwork. “I’m sure glad I was able to talk you into buying that piece. Shows off your assets very nicely.”
“You sure this isn’t too much, too bold?” She smoothed the top down over her waist. “I can’t wear this tucked in, it’ll exaggerate my tummy roll. It’ll have to hang loose.”
“That’s fine. That draws the eyes to your hips.”
“Which are too large! And my ass.” Donna shuddered, despairing.
“Nonsense. You have a wonderful ass. Brett can hardly stop talking about your ass.”
“Really.” Donna paused rummaging through the skirts strewn on the bed to eye Jen cautiously. “He talks to you about my ass?”
Jen nodded. “He claims fucking you doggy style is like riding a Cadillac.
Donna wet her lips, but failed to hide the beginnings of a smile.
“He has to be a bit guarded with me.” Jen shrugged. “My hip bones aren’t the most comfortable to slam into.”
“I hadn’t thought about that.”
“And I love watching you two in that position. When you’re really in sync, Brett becomes a blur and skin slapping against skin can even be heard above your squeals.”
Donna smiled broadly. “I do love it when Brett loses it with me. But I didn’t know he liked my ass that much.”
Jen handed Donna a short tan skirt. “Try this. Sometimes we women are the last to know what our men like.”
“Isn’t that the truth? I wish they could use a few more words.” Donna stepped into the skirt. “I don’t know about this. Seems too snug and too short.”
“Nothing will be too short for the party. You want to try this denim wrap around? Everyone will want to be the first to tug on its tie to see what you’re trying to hide underneath.”
“I’ll try it. It did feel a little more comfortable in the store.”
Jen waited for Donna to smooth out the short skirt before commenting. “That looks sharp. How do you feel in it?”
“Sexy.” Donna giggled. “It’s difficult to believe I’m actually thinking about wearing this in front of other people.” She glanced at her image in the full-length mirror. “But it does have possibilities.”
“I think the white thigh-high stockings will go perfectly with your top. Put these on.” She beamed. “You’re going to be amazed.”
Moments later, Donna squealed, “Oh my God, is this
really me?”
“Now the black heels. You’re going to knock ‘em out.”
With effort, Donna squirmed into the pumps and stood erect. Slowly, she turned about in front of the mirror. “I can’t believe the difference a few clothes can make—skimpy clothes, at that.”
“All you have to do now is get rid of those cotton briefs.”
“Oh. They are a bit much.” Donna tugged the briefs down over her thighs and heels and started to sort through the skimpy sexy options they’d bought earlier in the day.
“Of course panties aren’t required to get into this party.”
Donna blinked at her and shook her head. “I can’t be bare. Not tomorrow night. Even this will help.” Between two fingers, she held up a tiny black v-string.
“That’ll work.” Jennifer stood. “Let me help.” She took the v-string from Donna and knelt before her. “First one foot…and then the other.” Effortlessly, she slid the scrap of nylon up over Donna’s legs and thighs until she had it in place. “A little mystery.” She grinned up at Donna. “But not too much.”
“This gives me such an incredible feeling. I enjoy sex, but I don’t often feel this sexy.”
“You are sexy.” Jen lifted the denim skirt and inhaled the scent of Donna’s scantily clad sex. “Good enough to eat. You are delicious.”
Donna’s fingers wove through Jen’s hair, nestling her tighter. Donna rocked back forth slightly on her heels.
Jen pulled away and rose to her feet. “But not now.” Donna immediately looked downcast. “Brett and I have a rule. We don’t have sex the day before a party. We might tease each other mercilessly to stay on edge. But we save sex for the party. So if you’re satisfied with this outfit, why don’t you slip out of it and into something less revealing? I’ve had enough temptation for one afternoon.”
“Is this better?” Donna asked, several minutes later, clothed in jeans and a loose top. She climbed onto the bed and leaned back against pillows, mirroring Jen.
“Hmm. You should’ve taken time to put on a bra, but this’ll be okay.” Jen giggled. “Isn’t it funny we’ve known each other’s bodies for ages,” she shrugged, “well, we’ve only recently really gotten to know each other’s bodies—but it’s still surprising how dressing sexy can enhance the mood.”
“I know what you mean. So all the women will be dressed to entice?”
“Absolutely. And the guys will be nicely attired, too. We can’t leave them out.”
“I hope not. So how does it work?” Donna inhaled sharply. “How do we get from dressing sexy, to you know, having sex?”
“We like to play games where there’s plenty of room and time for flirting.”
“I like that.”
“Some parties simply begin with people shucking their clothes and climbing into a doggie pile.”
“Doggie pile?”
“It is what it sounds like. Bodies on top of bodies with people playing around some until they sort of divide up into pairs, threesomes or whatever.”
“That sounds sort of gross. And what if someone gets left out?”
“That’s why we don’t start with a doggie pile. If people want to later on, that’s okay.” Jen paused long enough to squeeze Donna’s fingers. “No one will be left out at our party. We see to that from the beginning. Like you, each of the other couples has received the profiles and pics of those who will attend. We only issue a final invitation if everyone agrees they’re willing to play with the others who will attend. Obviously, anyone not bi, doesn’t have to agree to having sex with a same sex partner.”
“That’s cool. I knew you asked us whether we’d be willing to play with the others. I didn’t know you asked everyone.”
“We did.” Jen arched an eyebrow. “And to answer your unasked question, everyone who we initially invited liked what they saw and read about you and Ryan and is eager to meet you guys and play.”
“Wow!”
“So Brett and I will come up with some mixer games where everyone can participate and share. We like a lot of flirting. Any two people can probably have sex of some kind—flirting, however, is an art.”
“We love to flirt.”
“I know. That’s one of the reasons we enjoy being with you guys. When we do pair off, we’ll probably draw numbers in some fashion.”
“So it’s not like selecting teams. I hated that in gym classes. I was usually one of the last to be chosen.”
Jen shook her head. “You’d probably be the first chosen at this party, particularly wearing that seductive outfit. Tomorrow night, Brad and I won’t have our numbers in the proverbial hat.”
Donna tensed and scowled. “You won’t?”
“We’ll play with whoever is left over. But tomorrow is time for you and Ryan to experience new partners.” Jen blew her friend a kiss. “We’re available most any time.”
“But we’ll all be together in the same room?”
“We’ll at least start out in the rec room. The couch opens up and there’s plenty of room for three other mattresses. Of course there are assorted chairs.”
“And the pool table.” Donna giggled. “Damn, that was so much fun when you and I were on the pool table and the guys were shooting balls around us.”
“I imagine we did make billiards a bit more challenging.” Jen leaned over and kissed Donna’s cheek. “Relax, you’re going to have a blast. Both you and Ryan.”
Inhaling deeply, Donna nodded. “I sure hope so.” She gave Jen a weak smile. “But if it doesn’t work, we always have you guys.”
Jen flinched.
“Oh, that must’ve sounded terrible. I don’t mean you’re some sort of consolation prize.”
“I know you didn’t mean it that way. And yes, it is nice to know that no matter how things go in the broader swinging world, we have best friends to always share ourselves with.” Jen closed her eyes. “But you’re going to enjoy yourselves. Just let it happen. You’ll be amazed.”
* * * *
“Everyone seems to be mixing nicely,” Alice said, helping Brett refill wine glasses at the rec room bar.
Bret grinned at the grey-haired woman with spiked hair. He glanced around the room. All the guests were in half-dressed states as Jen directed a blowjob contest. The objective was to get the guys hard, but not bring them off. “I’d say there are no wallflowers. Jen will see to that.” He cast an admiring gaze at Alice. “Have I told you how much I adore your new hairdo?”
“Several times.” She smirked while blushing like a young girl. “I’m glad you like it. Took some courage to take the leap.”
“I don’t doubt your courage.”
Alice re-corked a bottle and looked quickly toward the couch where Donna had suddenly screeched. “Oops. Looks like she took young Fletcher a little too far.”
“Finish him,” Fletcher called out, thrashing about.
Donna looked wildly around. “Sorry.” If she expected chastisement, none came.
“I’ll help,” Linda said, scooting nearer. While holding on to Ryan’s cock, she leaned over to bob up and down on Fletcher.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned. His hips lurched and flailed as he released.
Linda backed quickly off him, griping his cock tight at its base. Fletcher turned deep red. “He’s got plenty left for you, Donna. It’s okay. He’ll bounce back. He’s young.”
Wordlessly, Donna nodded and took Fletcher back into her mouth. This time, she didn’t back off until Fletcher stopped pumping.
“You’re one hell of a cocksucker,” Fletcher groaned, hugging her tight. “Never, never apologize for that.”
“You have a little left on the corner of your mouth.” Linda pointed out. “No, let me get it.”
Alice’s fingers dipped into Brett’s boxers and curled around his cock as they watched Linda flick her tongue out to capture a thin trail of Fletcher’s come from Donna’s chin. Gently, Linda pushed Donna backward until she lay on the floor. Their kiss began softly, but quickly moved to a higher intensity accompan
ied with moans of anticipation. While Donna still wore her mesh top, thigh-highs and heels, the skirt and v-string had long disappeared. Clearly eager to get better acquainted with her new playmate, Linda wasted little time before palming Donna’s glistening pussy. Donna emitted a delighted yelp and tilted her pelvic bone as Linda’s finger sought and gained entry.
“Hope Jen doesn’t mind that the ladies are taking the game into their own hands, but this has been a moment in the making since those two first saw each other. I’m a little surprised it’s taken this long for them to hook up.”
“Jen won’t mind. It’s past time for people to start pairing up.”
“I’ve got my guy,” Alice teased, squeezing his cock. “Why do you think I volunteered to help with the drinks? Carl and I are so pleased you invited us. You do have quite a generational range. Fletcher and his wife—is it Nancy—can hardly be in their thirties and Carl is pushing seventy faster than either of us would like.”
“Nancy doesn’t seem to mind. She just invited Carl to go down on her.”
“Oh, she’ll love that. He is a prime pussy eater.” Alice pulled out a barstool. Lifting her skirt to her waist, she climbed onto the stool and leaned back against the bar, spreading her legs wide and bringing her bare pussy into view. “Why don’t you show me how good you are at eating pussy? I forgot.”
“Must’ve been a senior moment,” Brett quipped, dropping to his knees. He kissed his way along the inside of her thighs until he could lap at the edges of her labia.
“Oh, it’s coming back to me. You are good.” Alice gasped. “And when you’re done with this, you can just slide that big guy into me. Thankfully, this is going to be a night of a lot of cock, and I might as well begin with yours.”
After Alice had creamed deliciously, Brett stood and grabbed a condom from a condom dish sitting on the counter. Several such dishes sat strategically placed around the room. This was a safe sex practice group and Jen had made sure they wouldn’t run out.
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