Nick and I slept in a bit Saturday morning then went out for brunch. We'd agreed the night before that we wouldn't have sex again so we could save the edge for the party. We did some shopping and spent the rest of the day hanging around the house. I showed him the things I'd bought for us to wear and he agreed they'd be perfect.
I pulled my long hair back into a braid down my back. It was a no fuss hairstyle that wouldn't get destroyed by my wearing a hat. I'd washed the shirts earlier in the week so they wouldn't be stiff. When I saw Nick in his I couldn't resist running my hands over his broad chest.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured appreciatively. He smelled divine in the cologne I'd given him for his birthday. I hadn't put on any lipstick yet so I pulled his head down for a kiss. "You feel good," I told him as his arms pulled me closer. I hadn't given him a chance to finish tucking his shirt in so his jeans were open at the waist. He rubbed his lips against mine, opening my mouth for his tongue. I responded eagerly, already anticipating the evening to come.
My hands roamed down and I reached up under his shirt to brush my fingers against his stomach. I pushed my fingers up through the arrow of hair there and kept going higher. When I reached his chest I couldn't resist caressing his nipples. They pebbled under my fingertips so I gave them a light pinch before my hands dropped. I heard him moan into my mouth. Our tongues stroked against each other and our breathing quickened. Grasping the front of his jeans, I reached inside his pants and cupped his genitals. I could feel his cock stirring against me, awakening from its soft state. I pulled my mouth back from his and lifted his shirttail.
"Jada," he said, a warning in his voice. "What about the party?"
"I still want to go. I just want an appetizer first." I smiled at him then looked back down at my hands. "Hold this," I commanded, handing him the hem of his shirt. I dropped to my knees and spread his zipper apart further. Reaching inside, I lifted his cock and balls out. It was about half hard, beginning to stick out away from his body. I love the feel of a soft cock growing hard in my mouth. I dropped down to the floor in front of him and breathed deeply of his clean, freshly showered scent.
"You're gonna make it hard to get it back in my pants," he groaned as my tongue stroked his head.
"I just want a taste," I answered before engulfing the head and a couple inches of rapidly firming shaft. I swirled my tongue all the way around it, using one hand to cup his sack. I massaged the heavy balls as his cock reached its fully engorged length. I mumbled my appreciation around the mouthful. Nick's hands dropped to my face and he stroked my cheek. I continued circling his shaft with my tongue, slowly wetting it all. I pulled my head back letting him slide out then kissed and licked my way down the underside. When I reached his balls, I licked all over the hairy surface. I opened my mouth wide and took one inside. I rubbed it with my tongue and gently pulled it away from its twin. I sucked on the skin of his sack, trying unsuccessfully to get the other one in my mouth. I had to be satisfied with releasing one to play with the other. Nick watched me, knowing how much I enjoy playing with him. When I moved back up to his cock head, he finally pulled away.
"We've got to get ready to go," he said as he pulled me to my feet. "Unless you'd like to stay here and let me fuck your brains out?"
"No, we'll go," I gave him a grin and reached around to pinch him on the ass. "This should be interesting."
"Yes," he agreed. "How far do you want to take it?"
I smoothed down the front of my shirt and sat down on the bed to pull my boots on. "At the party?"
"Yeah, how far are we going to go at the party?"
"I hadn't thought about it actually." I paused with one boot on, the other in my hand.
"The invitation talks about games but there are probably going to be guys there who'd like to fuck you."
"And women who want you," I added. "I don't know if I want to fuck anyone but you," I told him. "I was thinking about the games and us maybe playing with the others at the party but I just assumed Hayley and David would expect everyone to take the real action someplace else."
"They might be interested in having some of their guests stay after," he said. I watched him tuck his shirt in and zip his jeans. It was a tight fit but he managed to get it done over his erection.
"We've done that before. How do you feel about it?" I asked.
"I'm okay with whatever makes you comfortable." He sat down on the side of the bed and picked up his own boots.
I stood up and moved around the bed to where he was sitting. "I don't want to do anything unless you're there, too." I sat down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. "Playing is only fun if I get to be with you in the end. How about we make a deal - at the end of the evening we cum together? If we do that with another couple, we have to agree on the couple, okay?"
"And if we end up a threesome?" he questioned.
"Same deal. We both agree on the third." I smiled at him.
"It's a deal," he smiled back before sealing our bargain with a light kiss. "Now let's finish getting ready so we aren't late," he said pulling away and putting one foot into a boot.
I got my bandana and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. We left the house a little after 7:00. The drive across town was uneventful and we arrived right at 7:30. The house was well lit and festooned with fake cobwebs complete with large black spiders. Ghosts hung from the ceiling of their porch and Frankenstein was standing guard near the door. It looked very festive.
"Ready?" Nick asked as we pulled our bandanas up over our noses.
I had one of my guns out and I gave it a twirl before pointing it at the house. "After you, pilgrim," I said in my best John Wayne voice.
We got out and Nick locked the car before pocketing the key. We started up the walk and were joined by a young couple dressed as black cats. They were in identical black bodysuits complete with ears and tails. Nick pushed the doorbell with one of his six shooters. The door was opened by Hayley dressed as Elvira in a long black dress and black wig. She ushered the four of us inside to a small table with colored nametags on it. Picking up a marker as she talked, Hayley explained the games for the evening.
"If you have on a green nametag, that means anything goes. People are free to approach you in whatever way they want and it's your choice how far you want to take it beyond that. If you wear a green tag, you can't be offended if someone wags his dick at you. You don't have to do anything with it unless you want to but you can't cry foul if it happens when you're wearing green. The yellow tags mean you're still thinking about it. People can approach you but they should ask before they expose themselves or attempt to touch you. Red tags mean you are here for some titillation but not necessarily to consummate anything. The main party is down here for everyone. If things get too hot, the yellow and green tags can move upstairs."
She looked at all four of us as she asked which color we wanted. "There's no shame in taking a red one. Some people have reasons for not wanting to get involved and we don't hold that against them. Everyone is here to have a good time and you can always change your color later if you need to." She held the tags out toward us. "The names you put on the tags don't have to be your real ones," she added.
The cat couple stared at the tags and then at each other. While they were making up their minds, I reached out and took a yellow one. Nick smiled at me and took a yellow one, too.
"Keeping it neutral," Hayley smiled approvingly. She gave a laugh when she saw Nick write Jessie James on his tag. I was debating about my own name when he took it and wrote Frankie James across it. Apparently one member of the infamous James gang had changed genders!
The cat couple finally decided on yellow tags as well. Hayley ushered us through the living room to the back patio where they had tables laden with finger foods and David was pouring drinks. He was dressed as a cadaver complete with gray-white paint on his hands and face. When he stopped moving and closed his eyes, he looked quite dead and we saw a wooden coffin filled with ice on a stand behind him. It held an assortment of soft drinks and beer bottles. He winked at us when he saw our nametags.