This wasn't going to be a normal Friday night out. That much I knew in advance. We were going downtown to a party house with our good friends Paul and Barbara. Nothing wrong with that place, but this night it was something else. It was a restricted night for invitees only, but what we were in for we didn't know.
The party house had a good reputation as a venue for parties and celebrations great and small. Anything from a relaxed evening with a nice dinner for two in one of its restaurants, right through to elaborate gatherings for huge groups, including full blast entertainment. The place was famous for business parties end company outings. And for their creative cuisine.
On Friday nights they organize their regular dance nights. These nights always have a theme, like Country-Western style, or Rock and Roll Sixties. The entourage as well as all the personnel are completely in style with the theme. On most other nights the facilities are hired by private companies. Once in a while the Friday dance nights are restricted for invited guests only. Rumour has it that these night are ranging from a little bit on the cheeky side up to full swing sexual entertainment.
It all started rather normal, or at least that's how we thought about it at the time. Knowing each other for many years, we came together often, but never considered each other in a sexual way. We were just good friends. We even went on a holiday together a few times, basically to split the costs for a bigger place to rent than each of us could have afforded separately. We liked each other's company, but it had never gone beyond that.
We are myself, William, and my wife Peggy. I'm 37, and Peg is 35. Our buddies Paul and Barbara are slightly younger at 31 both. Barbara is the opposite from Peggy. Where Peg is a petite 5'3, small breasts size A+ and small in the hips with straight, shoulder length brown hair, Barbara stands 5'11 and is heavy in the chest. Het tits are at least a D cup, and naturally sagging. Their heaviness is even exaggerated by her blond bob cut. Although perfect tits to me would be a high chested, firm and upturned size B or maybe a small C, my Peg's A+ is sexier to me than Barbara's much too big gazongas. Even so I cannot deny that I gaze at Barbara's rack from time to time, daydreaming about their succulent opulence and squeezability.
I am really a butt man, and not that much into titties. I do like a nice heaving chest line, and often find myself staring at a nice pair. But more often I'm mesmerized by a firm wiggling tushy. Women showing off their perfect firm ass as they innocently walk around... ouch! It seldom fails to give me a tickle in my groin.
One day we figured we liked to do something a little bit out of the ordinary. Nothing too outrageous, but some entertainment slightly on the cheeky side. Barbara said over coffee after a dinner at their place that her friend Jennifer had told her about the special nights at the party house.
Jennifer works there waiting tables. Her manager had asked her if she was into some extra work on the side. It was all a bit secretive, but she was assured it was very lucrative for her as well. She had to do her activities top less though, and although a bit upsetting, she had decided to give it a try. She really could use the money, since her boyfriend had left her recently with some debts, so the generous earnings helped a lot in persuading her into it. After her first special night she had told Barbara about it.
That night had turned out to be a little bit naughty. And Jennifer was quite enthusiastic about it. Since Barbara had not yet received a birthday present form us, Peggy suggested that we could go there. We gathered around Barbara's laptop as she looked up the place on the internet. After clicking on the button 'invitees only' and entering the code which was on the business card Barbara had gotten form Jennifer, a screen popped up talking about the upcoming event next Friday night. 'Quiz Night Extravaganza' it said, 'fabulous prices to be won, fun for all guaranteed'. 'Not for the faint hearted', for this night was 'strictly invitees only', 'adult entertainment for 18 years up'. Only a few places left, a notice flashed the screen stating we could still be in on all the fun. Clicking through we could fill in up to four names and addresses. We decided boldly to go for it and see what it would bring us. Within ten minutes a reservation confirmation was returned by e-mail.
"I hope it's not a dumb trivial pursuit night," Paul said.
"Nah," Barbara interspersed, "it's supposed to be erotic, even provocative. But not too much, I hope. Jennifer said she did have a good time, although she had to work topless, and you know what a prude she can be. But since the reward was so big, she had put herself over it. She said that once she had walked around for half an hour with her tits out, she strangely felt it wasn't so bad after all.
"Nice, so at least there will be something to look at!" Paul exclaimed.
"Well, you know I don't mind if you wander around a bit with your eyes, Paul, as long as you keep your hands at home." Babs.
"I always say it's ok if William gets hungry on the road, so to say, as long as he comes home for dinner," Peggy said, "Have you never seen him staring at your tits, Babs?"
"Well, sure," Barbara said winking at me, "And I do think it is flattering in a way. I believe you really would like to see my naked breasts, don't you William? Or better still, get your hands on them!"
"Uh, well, I can't deny that I sometimes steal a look, yes, but there's no need to bare them for me," I stammered with my face reddening. "We'll see what will happen Friday, won't we?" Paul ended our little discussion. "Shall we agree that some nudity won't be that bad, if this would be required in the proceedings?"
"I say deal!" Barbara agreed.
"Fine with me," Peggy affirmed.
I smiled a sigh of relief that our girls were so keen to dive into this experiment without too much inhibition. This could become something great.
***
Next Friday we all left our business a bit earlier than usual, in order to prepare for the evening. Barbara had asked Jennifer what to wear, and what else we should or shouldn't do. She had done some shopping with Peggy, off course using Peg's credit card, since this was to be our treat. Peggy had laid out a trouser and sports jacket for me on our bed. It was nothing special, just leisure wear. As I took a quick shower and got dressed, she said she would dress at Paul and Babs' place.
We arrived well before six. Peggy went straight upstairs and disappeared for the next half hour or so. I found Paul busy in the kitchen, where we got ourselves a beer and went into his study.
"I wonder what will be in store tonight," I said.
"I want to show you something," Paul answered. "I found a clip the other day. I stumbled on it by coincidence. It was in an obscure folder on the site of the party house. Luckily, I had saved the clip, because the second time I tried to access it to see if there was more material, there was no way I could get to it again. I must have hit a short lapse in their security."
Paul stepped to his computer and started the clip. We saw the stage of one of the restaurants at the party house. Normally the stage was used by a small orchestra for live musical entertainment during romantic dinners. But now there was some rack on the edge of the stage, on which a girl was tied down. She wore a red spandex cat suit, with her boobies clear in the open. Her eyes were obscured by a mask. A man came into view, and he started to fondle the girl's crotch for a minute through the shiny material. Then he tore a hole in the suit, right at the gusset. The clean-shaven pussy that came into view showed a string disappearing between the thick pudenda. The man took hold of the string and slowly pulled is out, retracting two ben wah balls. He put a dildo between the pussy lips and started to move its tip up and down between the swollen lips, from the vaginal entrance to the girl's clit and back again. The girl started to squirm against her restraints. After some more teasing the man shoved the dildo into the girl's quim as far as it would go. Her wriggling became more strenuous as the dildo was shoved in and out of her snatch, tampering her pussy and effectuating her orgasm. The flick ended as the girl had reached her orgasm.
"Wow, that's some hot show!" I said.
"I'm pretty sure this was filmed at the party house. I just wonder at what kind of event this was made. But according to rumours about the special nights I believe we might be into some real hot entertainment..." Paul replied.
As our girls came downstairs, Barbara swirled around us, her new little black dress swaying in her way. She patted both Paul's and my butt as Peggy asked if we liked what we saw. We confirmed we did and complimented the girls with their sexy new dresses. They both wore a tight-fitting black specimen. The form hugging material made their female curves shine. Surely, I felt a stir in my groin. My already aroused equipment swelled even more from a fresh blood surge. Luckily my tight new briefs prevented it from tenting out too much.
