The date for the July party at the Johnson's was rapidly approaching. Much had changed since the June party and much was still the same. Julie would get instantly hot at the mere reminder of what it had been like to watch another couple fucking. She admitted that seeing other men's cocks had really gotten her excited. She even admitted that it had been very exciting to watch Barbara give Bob a blow job and that yes, Barbara did look like she enjoyed the whole thing, even at the end when she swallowed Bob's cum. But no, she was still not ready to try something like that.
I guess I should mention that Julie had a very innocent past. I was her first and only lover. Her high point in highs school had been letting her prom date feel her up. Poor bastard never even got inside her bra. College was more of the same for Julie. She made out with several different guys but only one made it to her bare tits and no one ever touched her pussy. I dated her two years before we got married and the first time I saw or touched her pussy was on our honeymoon. even after three years of marriage we were still mostly a missionary position with the lights out kind of couple. I always pushed for more, but I wasn't entirely uncomfortable with the situation.
If she wasn't ready for oral sex, there were other changes in Julie. For starters she almost never wore panties when we went out. At first I hadn't noticed. Then, one evening, she was sliding out of a cab when her skirt caught on something. It hiked up revealing her bare pussy. I commented on it and all she would say was it was my idea and at least no one was looking at her panties. After that I was always flipping her skirt up and grabbing her bare ass. Once, we were both ***** and taking a cab home and I spent most of the ride fingering her. I'm sure the cabbie saw, but he never said a word.
Also, once Julie had to make a little confession of indiscretion. There had been a big party at her agency and everyone was pretty wasted. She caught a ride home in an over packed car. She was in the back seat, on the lap of some guy she barely knew. She said she dozed off in the car. When she woke the guy was playing with her tit. He was pinching her nipple through her blouse and bra. Being very ***** and tired it took her a while to realize what was going on. She sat there for a minute enjoying the sensation before she realized who was fondling her. She pushed his hand away. It was a long ride home with others being dropped off.
She dozed again. This time when she woke she found that she and her seat cushion were the last two left in the back seat. His hand had returned to her breast, only this time her blouse was unbuttoned and his hand had reached in and was fondling her under her bra. As consciousness returned she realized she was almost home. Without making a scene she removed his hand and buttoned her blouse. She was just finishing as the car pulled up in front of our home. She opened the door and slid out. Her seat cushion grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the car, He leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. She was so surprised she said that she didn't resist and in fact she even let him force his tongue into her mouth. While they kissed he brought her hand, the one he had grabbed, to rest on his cock. She said it was very large and very hard and she even admitted squeezing it before breaking the kiss and heading for the door.
Inside she was a wreck. She felt very guilty for what she had allowed this almost stranger to do to her. We had great sex that night and for the next few days. Her guilt was so great that she even allowed me to put my cock all over her face, but still not in her mouth. Julie wrestled with her demon - on one side was the perpetual good girl while on the other was the wildness of youth that had never found a way to express itself and now wanted out.
July finally arrived and with it the party. It was a great evening. Attendance was higher than usual and as near as I could tell even close neighbors had brought sleeping bags and bed rolls. Freed from responsibility for getting home, drinking was more prevalent than usual. As the evening progressed the crowded upstairs became a sea of bodies. All bumping together in the pale dim light. Julie is more the dancer than I so she was rarely off the dance floor. I staid on the sidelines talking to friends and making new acquaintances. From time to time I would catch site of Julie out on the dance floor.
Her dancing seemed to move her through a variety of groups and partners. Once I saw her dancing pressed between two guys I didn't know. Latter I saw her wiggling and writhing as part of a tightly packed group of girls. She seemed to be having fun and there was nothing really inappropriate happening on the dance floor. I went downstairs to the quieter conversation area. An hour later when I returned upstairs the music had gotten softer and the lights lower. Julie was dancing with one of the two guys I had seen her with earlier. It was a slow number. He held her very close. Her head rested on his shoulder and his hands rested on her ass. They rocked slowly to the music while his hands gently squeezed her ass. I watched them continue their embrace through two full numbers. As the second ended, I called out to Julie.
She seemed a little flustered as she quickly stepped back and straightened herself. She introduced me to Rob. I realized latter she had just introduced me by name, not as her husband. I asked her to dance. Rob did not look pleased as I moved off with her. I positioned us so that Julie's back was turned toward him. This gave me a clear view over Julie's shoulder. I continued where Rob had left off, with my hands slowly kneading her ass. I could tell Julie was quite ***** from the way she melted into my arms. "Your ass feels great." I whispered into her ear. "I see why Rob is so fond of grabbing it."
"Please don't be mad." She whispered back. "It's just the way people dance these days." I didn't say a word, I just removed my right hand and slipped it into the space between us. It was an awkward position with my arm bent double. My hand found her breast and gently squeezed it. I played with her nipple through most of the song. As it ended, I gave her full kiss on the lips. We sat out the next song talking quietly while Rob stared at us. Finally I excused my self to hit the head.
There was a line and when I returned Julie was not where I had left her. I looked around and spotted her and Rob back on the dance floor. Rob's hands were back on her ass. I decided it was Ok and headed downstairs again. I grabbed a drink and a few munchies and then got sucked into a heated political debate. An hour latter I headed back upstairs. It was almost two, time to make camp. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light upstairs I spied Julie and Rob still locked together out on the dance floor. It was had to see clearly, but it looked like he was nibbling on her ear as they danced. One hand was still on her ass, but I realized the second was pinned between their bodies. I was sure he was playing with her tits. Julie's wild side seemed to be emerging and I was not at all sure I was comfortable with the change.
The music ended, a gong chimed and our host announced this was the last dance. I tried to get over to Julie, but was cut off by the surging crowd. Almost everyone wanted to dance the last dance. Since I couldn't get to Julie, I instead went and found our sleeping bags. Things were more crowded than last month, and I wanted to make sure we got a decent spot. The song ended and I immediately claimed a spot in the same location as last month. I left the bags spread out on the floor and went to find Julie. She and Rob were talking quietly by the back of the room. I walked up to her, ignoring Rob. "Come on." I said. "I've got our stuff spread out over by the front windows. She took my offered hand and we walked off without a word.
The line by the bathrooms was long, so we changed in our bag, and settled in. While Julie was changing I went and got us nightcaps just before the bar closed. When I returned Julie was sitting up, with her legs in the bag. I handed her her drink and sat down next to her. We sat there sipping our drinks as the room quieted down. We finished our drinks and slid down into the bag. There were more people than last time. Our nearest neighbors were all strangers, and closer than last month. Julie and I started to kiss. My hand found her breast and as I started to pinch her nipple I was interrupted by her announcement that she had to go pee. I watched her thread her way through the room, often stopping to exchange words with friends and acquaintances. As I watched her talking to two guys we vaguely knew, a thought suddenly struck me.
I wonder if she is wearing panties I asked myself. From the way the guys were staring up at her I began to thing she wasn't. "Why that little slut." I said to myself. "First she lets guys fondle her ass and tits, then she shows off her naked cunt. I wonder what else the little slut does." As I was saying this to myself I realized I had developed a raging hard-on. Apparently I liked this Julie the slut.
On her way back from the bathroom I saw her stop to talk to Rob. He was lying on top of his sleeping bag. She stopped so she was standing right next to his head. She had to know he was looking up under her nightshirt. Finally Rob rolled over and slid into his bag. A minute latter Julie bent down. She went through the motions of tucking him in. She bent forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Suddenly she jumped up. I couldn't be certain, but it looked like the creep had put his hand up her skirt. She walked quickly back to our bag and arrived just as Gil was starting the first ghost story.
We settled into the spoon position inside our bag. My hand was draped across her and I quickly moved to cup her breast. As my hand closed around her breast she wiggled her ass against my cock. We lay there listening to Gil. We were facing a couple who were spooned and facing us. They were laying on top of their bag, probably to avoid the heat.
The couple was a perfect mirror to our position. As we watched he cupped his hands around her breast. I played with Julie's nipple as we watched this stranger do the same to his girl. After awhile his hand drifted down to her thigh. I did the same, moving my hand up and down Julie's thigh in a perfect reflection of this other couple. His hand slid higher pushing up the hem of her sleep shirt as his hand moved to rest covering her pussy. Again I mirrored his action. As I suspected, Julie was without panties. She moaned softly as my hand came to rest amid the soft hair of her bush.
