I was casually cruising down the interstate when the phone interrupted. Another 20 miles and I'd be at the race track for and a weekend of NASCAR. This was no time for me to get called into work. I really didn't want to answer. I had nearly $900 dollars tied up in this weekend and really was looking forward to having a good time. But, as a Department of Defense employee It's my job to support my country so I answered. "Jim Beam, how can I help you?"
"Hi Jimmy. Its Gwen."
"Gwen?"
"Yea Gwen Walters"
Gwendolyn Walters is the Governor's wife. We have had a few good times at the club in resent months. She has a somewhat average but firm body, short blond saloon styled hair, an intoxicating smile and body language that spells "Fuck Me". She is into the light S&M thing that runs it's course in the basement of the club and Its been my pleasure to help her.
"Sorry Gwen. Thought you were someone from work! What's up?"
"Well I'm getting a bit of a tea party together for Wednesday afternoon and we were wondering if you could brighten up the atmosphere?"
"I'm off so I can make it but I'd have to check with Sally. She has a morning business meeting."
"Oh no honey! Sally would put a big damper on our plans. You know what I mean?"
"Ok Gwendolen! No Sally!"
"Dress is casual. Summer home around 3?"
"Sounds good."
"Bye Jimmy. See you Wednesday!
The racing was great but I couldn't get Gwendolen off my mind all weekend. A bit of a tea party? My wife not invited? She was up to something! Well now that I'm in the driveway it won't be long before I find out. A Mercedes, a Lexus and yes Gwen's red Jag, guess my Subaru is going to degrade this "little tea party".
The maid greeted me at the door and ushered me down the hall to the sun room in the back. Three ladies were casually sitting around the room. Our entrance obviously interrupted the conversation. To my left was a nice looking blond with beautiful legs that barely disappeared under the hemline of her short skirt. Her silk blouse draped low and laid wide reveling the sides of a firm pair of un-haltered Cs. Her dark brown aureoles were clearly visible through the shear material. She shifted uncomfortably and a slight blush came to her face as she noticed me looking her over.
Straight ahead, with the bright sun behind her was a voluptuous brunette. Her soft sweater stretched tantalizingly across a pair of haltered double Ds. A slight smile crossed her radiant face as my gaze drifted down to her loose flowing skirt, hiked high, revealing the ends of a pair of white hold- ups for her red nylons.
The third woman was Gwendolen. She sported a nearly transparent lace blouse and a tight short skirt. Everything about this average looking but firm 35 year old said "Fuck me".
"Thank you Maria. That will be all for now."
"Yes Ma am"
"Ladies this is Jimmy. As I've been telling you he's the best – head -- I've ever had!"
"Gwendolen-------------???????"
"It's ok Jimmy. These are my friends--best friends. We share everything don't we girls? "
Again the blond nervously shifted in the wide wicker chair. As she crossed her legs I gasp as it became nearly obvious that she didn't wear panties. This time that shy little girl blush didn't fool me. She was hot as a fire cracker.