I worked with Karen, a petite Jewish blonde. She was part of a clique of always hungover party girls who worked at the mortgage banking office where I worked. Most of them shuffled paper in the back office, but she was as smart as she was cute and ran the PR team.
One weeknight, we carpooled to Riverside, where we ran a small seminar for customers, then I took the local team that did the work out for dinner. Tracy ordered tequila shots for the table, and then seconds. "I'm driving, I said," hands in the air. She harrumphed and downed her drink.
In the car on the way home, the talk turned personal.
"I've decided not to date married men," she said, pointedly looking at my ring.
"Well, that's a shame," I replied, flirting shamelessly.
"Well, only in one circumstance." She added. "If I can date their wives too."
I must have turned pale.
"Does that bother you?" She asked.
"Depends on what you mean by bother," I replied. I explained, loosely, about Shelley's and my deal. We'd had a moderately adventurous marriage - slept with her college best friend, with a couple I know back in my college town, been a part of some highly sexual forest raves / orgies. Karen actually looked impressed.
"Shelley's cute." Karen said thoughtfully. Shelley was. She'd been a working model when we met, and had the perfect model's build - 5'-9" with long slender legs and arms, a tiny waist, perfect heart-shaped ass and small breasts with small nipples that magically extended when she was aroused.
I was travelling, so didn't see Karen for the next week or so. Then she invited us to her housewarming party the following Saturday night. She'd lived on and off with a real estate investor. He'd just finished rehabbing a duplex on the beach in Encinitas and offered it to her for six months until the selling season would be at a peak.
The plan was to BBQ on the sand in front of her place, and then start a fire in the firepit and sit around and drink champagne.
Shelley and I showed up with beach chairs and a cooler. Me in jams under cargo shorts and a t-shirt and fleece (it gets foggy and cool in the evening), Shelley in a bikini under jeans and a long top.
I brought good cheese, lots of champagne (well, California sparkling wine, technically), chocolate, and fruit in the cooler. Perfect snack food.
We found parking and walked half a block carrying everything. Buzzed the buzzer at the gate and Karen came and opened the gate. She was in a bikini top and cutoffs. She hugged and kissed Shelley, then leaned up and kissed me.
We hauled everything in and sat on her deck for a few minutes.
Shelley commented on how nice the place was and how private the deck was for such a crowded beach.
Karen replied by pulling up her top and flashing her breasts. Saying "I love that it's so private!"
Her breasts were round, perfect, with triangular pale markings where the bikini has shielded them from the sun. She had pinkish nipples circled with small pink dots where they rose from the breast.
Shelley looked at them, then looked at me, shook her head, and laughed. She'd been disappointed that we were meeting Karen at an event, instead of a private dinner; she'd told me she was hoping for a date instead of a dinner party.
The other guests arrived.
Allen, her developer ex-boyfriend and Dan his lawyer buddy were first. Right after them was a group of three women - Jill and Diane, and one who was a bit older, Ellen, who was smooching Dan as soon as she came in.
We sat in the sand and grilled chicken skewers that Karen had made, and then drank champagne and snacked on fruit and cheese. It was a very California afternoon.
At some point each of went down and tried to bodysurf, but the waves were crummy. The cool water felt great, though, and the guys all paraded shirtless while the women showed off their beachwear - bikinis somewhere between tiny and tinier.
After we'd gone through the seventh or eighth bottle, the level of merriment rose.
Dan pulled Ellen's top off, and she pulled down his trunks. Karen and Shelley were sitting together talking, and I was talking with Jill, who was flirting with me a bit. She stood up, and I pantsed her, pulling down her jean shorts and accidentally also stripping down her ocean-damp bikini bottoms and exposing her trimmed bush and rounded ass. I ran my hand over her ass as I helped her pull her pants back up. She swatted me on top of the head while Shelley and Karen looked at me and shook their heads.
The fog rolled in about 6, and we decided to move indoors.
Ellen and Dan stripped and headed for the shower, Allen and Stacy right behind them. I looked at Shelley, who looked at me and shrugged and then stripped off her top, dropped her pants and headed for the shower - and so did I. Jill looked at us and followed suit (or suitless). Diane stayed behind and must have left while we were "showering".
Everyone piled into a huge shower with two nozzles; I was the last one in and as I looked at the flesh in the shower and stepped through the door, I slipped and fell and spent a moment on my knees.
By the time I stood up, the party had truly started. Karen and Jill were kneeling in front of Allen; and Ellen was grinding her ass into Dan's groin. Shelley looked at me with concern, and then as I stepped into the shower, knelt in front of me and took my fast-hardening cock into her mouth. I rubbed her head and she looked up at me and smiled as she said "Wait - I can do this any time..." and stood to join the rest of the group. Karen traded places with her, stood and pressed herself to me and we kissed. We ran our hands over each other bodies; she was shorter than Shelley, with honey-blonde hair and a slender athletic figure with muscular arms and legs. She had a bronze tan, with pale triangles on each breast and over her pubes; a buzz-cut triangle of pubic hair over her folds.
I reached between them and felt hard, slippery, and small inner lips and a button clit. I brought my fingers back to my mouth and tasted her, and she was musky and sweet. She smiled, licked my fingers clean, and then knelt and took my very hard cock in her mouth.
Dan was fucking Shelley hard from behind while Ellen kissed him and fondled his torso; Jill was giving Allen head while Karen ran her tongue around the tip of my cock and very rapidly brought me to an orgasm that made me shout and left my knees shaking as I felt myself spurt into her soft mouth seven or eight times. She stood up, smiling, and kissed Shelley deeply, wiping Shelley's lips and then hers and saying "Sorry, I probably taste like come now..."
Shelley stepped away from Dan, and Ellen grabbed him by the cock and pulled him out of the shower. Half the bathroom floor was carpeted; they stepped over to it, and she pulled him down on top of him. He started slamming into her and she bucked up from under him. They both were breathing hard and grunting as they slammed together, faster and louder. We stopped the shower and all stood, arms on shoulders, watching them. Ellen began to make a rhythmic noise, and grabbed Dan's ass as she pushed against him, and he suddenly pushed up on his arms and - hard to imagine - slammed into her even harder, and then stopped, exhaled, and lay on her chest as she slowly rocked her hips up under him.
They lay on the floor gasping, and the rest of us dried off and walked into the living room with its blanket-covered sofa with cushions wide enough to be a twin bed..
I stood, kissing Jill and Shelley as Allen lay back, erect. Karen stepped to the sofa, knelt in front of him and began to take his cock into her mouth.
Shelley and Jill began kissing as I held them both, and they absently fondled my cock back to being semi-hard. They were mostly interested in each other, and so I changed my attention to the glistening I saw in Karen's crotch and she kneeled with her ass pointing to me. I stepped over to her, and standing behind her began to run the tip of my fast-hardening cock up and down the crease of her pussy, spreading juices as I did. Then I pushed into her, and felt her pussy close around me. I slowly slid in and out of her while she tried to keep her concentration on giving Allen head, but in a moment she started lifting her head and arching her back.