Dan was getting to work late but no one seemed to matter. The last three weeks he had been more productive than ever. His activity was up, his mood was better, and his sales were up. His boss was happy with him. He was actually drinking less too. He had started to put on some weight but had started walking and not just home from the bar.
The only negative he had come across so far was that Stephanie wasn't talking to him. She would be friendly enough. She said "Hi" when he passed her in the hallway on the way to the bathroom but he couldn't help but feel like she wasn't pleased with his relationship with Dolly.
He saw Dolly nearly every day. He didn't know what to call their relationship. They didn't sit and talk; they didn't watch movies or go out. He would come home from work, wait for her to call, and then meet her. Her new thing was to show up at his house wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and lingerie. He had never had anything so arouse him as her plump little round body wrapped in scraps of lace and satin. Occasionally she would have him over and he would walk into her place to find her in leather and chains and he would know he was in for it. He had tried tying her down but she was better as the dom.
Laying in bed having screwed and sucked and worn themselves out she was eating ice cream and he was running his fingers over her tits and belly. "So, I don't know what you'd think of it but would you like to go to a party this weekend?"
"Sure." She should have known that if she let him lie there and stroke her fat thighs and giant round tits he would agree to pretty much anything. "I don't know if I can keep up with the twenty-something crowd though."
"Yeah, so, here's the thing. They actually, well most of them anyway, they are older. Go soft." He had started stroking her pussy; it was still wet from fucking. "Not all of them, but, most of them." She had set her ice cream down and was breathing heavily.
"Friends from work?"
"No..." he had slid his finger inside of her and was working it slowly in and out. "Laurie and I went to school together. She's the one, she and I..." Dolly was distracted.
"Was she your girlfriend?"
"Yes..." Dolly whispered. "She has a kid now, and the Daddy, they have these friends. You are going to make me come again."
"We can't have that." He turned her on the bed and spread her legs; he ran his lips down her thigh and kissed the little mound of flesh between her pussy and her leg.
"Oh god. You are so good at that." He ran his tongue along her lips. She was sticky and salty. He hated that he loved her dirty little fat pussy so much.
"Is this some sort of sex party?" he buried his tongue in her.
She moaned before answering, her words were broken between her typical squeaks. "They are kind of freaks. His mom... Her friends... Laurie wants me to go... She wants me to... Kevin, her boyfriend... Oh fuck, slower... You will like them..." He felt her pussy tighten on his finger and he licked her clit quickly making her come. She moaned and pulled his head into the gap between her chubby little thighs.
What the fuck, he thought. Mother and son swingers were the type of Florida shit he ran into that made him wish he were back in SoCal. Still, he liked the idea of watching his plump little girlfriend with another woman.
Grayson's Pub was the type of neighborhood sports bar that had kids menus and good cheeseburgers and lots of TV's that reminded Dan of when he was married with children and would go to a place just like this on Fridays with the family. It wasn't overly packed on a Saturday evening and he and Dolly took seats at the corner of the bar. The bartender brought beers and a dish of nuts.
Dolly looked particularly good tonight. She had worn a little sundress that was black with little cherries on it and bright red heels. She called it her Rockabilly-Swing outfit. He grinned at the name and wondered if she realized. She hadn't and they both giggled. He knew the moment the tall blonde walked it that she was Dolly's former lover. She was tall and over the top. She wore a thick shellac of makeup, bright red skintight pants and a cheetah print top that barely held her large breasts. Her lips were broad and painted bright pink and she greeted Dolly with a prolonged kiss that sent them both to the ladies room to repair their lip-gloss. Dan was happy he'd chosen jeans tonight as the embrace had given him instant wood.
Travis was a nice enough kid. He was short and pale and seemed the exact opposite of his girlfriend. He was snarky and Dan appreciated his dry sense of humor as he mocked the girls then turned on the bartender with a quick Jibe. The bartender appeared to be the owner and Travis introduced them.
"I hear you two are coming over tonight. You like wine?"
"Sure." Dan answered.
"That's good. There will be lots of wine."
Dan drank his beer slowly. He talked to the kid for a while. He talked to the bartender. They seemed decent enough. Dolly had told him they were a highbrow crowd but he still expected mobile homes and cases of Budweiser. At seven the bartender passed the bar over to a tall cute redhead and they wandered out. It was apparently a short walk but Dan had his car. Laurie and Travis piled into the small backseat and directed him around the corner to a cul-de-sac of nice single level stucco ranches. He parked and followed the girls to the large white house at the end. Laurie had already reached under Dolly's skirt to grab her ass.
Florida is a hothouse of swinger activity. In his fifteen years here he had been invited to parties several times. He and his wife had frequently met couples through the kids school or through work who would get a couple of drinks in them and try to get them into the Jacuzzi. Dan was typically too possessive to understand the allure. His wife, who seldom broke out of the missionary position quickie routine found the idea appalling. Dan had started to develop some affection for Dolly but she had put it out there pretty clearly that they were fuck buddies and that was about it. He found that a little comforting, as he couldn't figure out what kind of relationship he could have with the round little sexual freak.
"So, I'm sure Dolly told you about my mom's friends, right?" Travis asked as they crossed the asphalt heading to the house.
"She said there was lots of wine and that, well, things happen."
"'Things happen. ' That is a bit of an understatement." The girls ahead of them were giggling and playing grab ass. "Have you ever been to a party like this?"
"Um... I've been invited, I've never gone."
"Okay, so I guess I will just let you in on a couple of things... No means No and the girls are in charge. Don't worry though, the girls don't really say no. You are going to meet my mom, Jules. I think she is going to like you. I just kind of ask, don't go getting all down with her while I am like, sitting there. This is kind of weird enough as it is."
