"Hi Mark, can I ask you for a big favour?"
When those are the opening words of a conversation with your ex-wife, that should immediately trigger alarm bells and it did! For a quick back check, Amanda and I had been married for just over 7 years. The first 5 had been great, the next one a bit rocky and for the last one, we basically shared a house and occasionally sex but that was about it. Thankfully, there were no kids and it was an amicable split. Basically, she wanted to prove to her dad that she could excel in the business world and to give her credit, she was doing very well in her position with an automation equipment supply company. On the other hand, I'd been quite happy with our smaller house out in the country, I made enough money to live comfortably but would never be rich.
I also enjoyed sex on a frequent basis where she was happy with once a week or so and of the two of us, I was certainly more open to more than just 'basic' sex than she was. While she enjoyed sex when we had it, we'd only tried anal once and she said, "it didn't work for her" and I couldn't even get her to topless at the beach so any sort of public sex was definitely out as well. In her words, "I'm really not that into sex" which was likely the biggest factor in us splitting. Other than her lack of sex drive, she was gorgeous with green eyes, dark hair, light skin and a great smile. She also worked out so was quite fit but still had a great pair of firm, natural, 36D tits with long, dark nipples and when she was open to sex, a very tight, wet pussy.
Anyway, we'd been divorced for just under 2 years and I knew she wasn't calling for money because she had more than I did, so my next guess was that she was moving and wanted help but then realized that she'd sooner pay for a moving company than ask me for that kind of help. In the space of a couple of seconds, I came up with and discounted a few other things before finally saying, "What kind of favour?"
I could tell from her voice that she really wasn't thrilled to be asking but after a sigh she said, "I need a date for tomorrow night."
"What? I thought you were pretty serious with Jeff something-or-other."
"I was but we broke up just over a week ago because I found out he was sleeping with two other women as well as me."
"Sorry to hear that but I didn't think you were interested in any of my buddies."
"No, not in any of your buddies, I need you to be my date!"
"What?"
"I know it sounds strange but you're outgoing, fine talking with total strangers, you're a great dancer, you follow sports and as much as I hate to have to say it, you're good looking too."
"Um, ok so what's so important that you need a date for?"
"Well, I finally got an invite to a party at the Jamison's. They own one of the larger plants in the area and I've been trying to get them as one of our customers for a couple of years. I just found out they're adding a major addition to the plant and will be tendering for a company to supply all their new equipment. Everyone thinks he runs everything but from what I've heard, his wife makes most of the decisions. We go to the same gym and I've talked with her there a few times then last week she told me she thought I'd fit in with their friends and invited me to a party at their place this weekend!"
"Ok, but why do you need someone to go with you?"
"Apparently their parties are 'couples only' - likely so there's no problem with someone hitting on or being hit on by a single man/woman."
"Ah, and the two of you were still going out when she asked and you said 'yes'. I'm just not really sure I want to go to some rich dude's party. Odds are a lot of the ppl there won't even want to talk to someone who's not equally rich and I'll likely get bored of their conversations."
"No guarantees but I've heard their parties are a lot of fun, they have games and other stuff. Besides, it's an open bar and from what I've heard and the food is always catered, not to mention my amazing company!"
I couldn't help but laugh at the last part because even though we weren't together any more, she was definitely good company and the idea of free booze and good food didn't hurt any."
"Ok, but on one condition."
"Sure, what's that?"
"If it's too boring, we'll have some sort of disagreement and I'll go home in a cab."
"Fair enough, but please hang in as long as you can. Oh, and bring a bathing suit, they've got a pool and hot tub as well."
The invite said things were starting at 1pm so we got there about 1:30 and found that there were already a few other couples there. I wore khaki dress pants, sandals and a loose, silk shirt that Amanda had actually given me when we were together. When she came by to pick me up, I had to admit that she looked great with a green blouse, a mesh wrap over it and what I initially thought was just a short skirt but then I realized it was the type that had shorts under it.
It didn't take us long to get there and when the maid found Amanda on the guest list, she invited us in and said, "Will you be staying for the games later?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Perfect, I'll mark you down. Enjoy the party, I'll show you to the back yard."
It wasn't so much a 'yard' as a 'field' - a very well-manicured, landscaped field with the pool, hot tub, separate change building, flower beds, shrubs and stone paths winding through it all. Today there were tables and chairs set up under a large canopy style tent and several huge gas grills already warming up.
As soon as we came out, Rob and Jean Davison came over to greet us and took us over to the bar for a drink. When Rob asked, "So have you and Amanda been together for long?", I just said, "Well, we dated for a while years ago, stayed in touch and very recently got back together again."
It wasn't a total lie but certainly wasn't the whole truth either. Rob's next statement of, "Oh good, that means you should be pretty comfortable with each other" made me wonder but then he wandered off to meet other new guests. The drinks were good, there were plenty of appetizers and most of the people there were actually pretty friendly. By 3, everyone was there and most people were already in their bathing suits with about a dozen couples there. Like any party, there was a fair range of ages and also a fair range of fitness and looks with everyone mingling, chatting and enjoying a drink. Soon, Rob got everyone's attention and said, "I hope you're enjoying yourselves so far! By now you know where the bar, munchies, washroom and pool are so let's have a bit of fun. Everyone get together with your partner, if you're not wearing a bathing suit you'll likely want to change and we'll start things shortly.
With the maid asking if we were staying for the evening games, I was a bit surprised we were doing them now but figured there must have been some sort of change in plans. Over the next couple of hours, everyone played various games that everyone had played as kids; water balloon toss, egg on spoon races, pool 'piggy-back' fights, blindfold races and a lot more. The only difference was that in between every game, everyone would stop for a bit, grab another drink or two and then keep going again so by the time we stopped, everyone had a nice buzz going. There were a few bathing suit malfunctions in the pool but no one really seemed to be bothered and the women would just wave, grin and put their top back on. Even Amanda lost her top at one point in time but unfortunately, she was on my shoulders so everyone got to enjoy the view but me.