"Chuck, are you almost done with those hors d'oeuvres?" Phyllis asked me.
Placing the last one on the plate I replied, "Yep, and I even have the drinks chilling."
Coming around the corner of our bedroom, Phyllis said, "Good everyone should be here soon."
Phyllis was wearing a black cocktail dress that ended in the middle of her thighs and framed her 36DD breast nicely.
Sitting down on the couch to put her thigh-high stockings and heels with the ankle straps that I liked so much on she said, "I'm so excited that everyone R.S.V.P., aren't you?"
I was lost for a moment in watching her slide her stockings on her long freshly shaved legs that I didn't answer right away.
"Dear, did you hear me?" she said interrupting my daydream.
Nodding my head I said, "Yes, I'm excited to. I can't wait to get this party started.
She stood up from the couch and walked by me, stopping just long enough to give me a kiss on the cheek, before she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. I turned my head to watch her shapely ass go by.
Although I was 35 and she was ten years older than me, she still had a body of a 30 year old. I found myself getting a little erect just watching her, thinking about how many times I had her bent over fucking her deep and hard in the ass.
"I think this house warming party is what we needed to make our new house feel like a home," she said.
I told her "yes" and continued to get ready for the party.
About 30 minutes had past when our guest started to arrive at our new home.
There was Mark and Jill, Steve and Karen, John and Nancy and last but not least Mike and Sarah.
All of them arrived on time and brought either bottles of wine or liquor as house warming gifts.
Mark was a friend from my college days. He stood 6' and weighed 195 pounds. He had neatly groomed short brown hair and spent a fair amount of time in the gym.
Mark's wife Jill was a cute blond, about 5'4" and only 100 pounds, but she had really nice curves to her body and her chest was a 34C.
Karen was Phyllis' friend from way back. They were the same age, but like Phyllis, she didn't look it. She was tall, 5'9" and about 135 pounds with red hair. She had the same size chest as my wife, 36DD and an incredible ass too.
Her husband Steve was a nice guy with salt and pepper hair and a posture that demanded attention. He was 5'11" and 180 pounds and had an intense look about him. I think Phyllis had mention he served in the Special Forces at one time.
John was another good friend of mine. We grew up together. He wasn't as tall or lean like the other men at the party, standing only 5'9" and he was kind of "frumpy", weighing about 190 pounds, but I knew one thing about him that most people didn't, he had a massive cock. The damn thing had to be at least a good 11 inches!
We use to play baseball together and the first time he came walking into the shower I said to myself, he will make a girl happy one day.
As for John's wife Nancy, well what can I say? She should have been a model. She was young, stood 5'10" had a 36C chest, flawless skin and legs that went on forever. I even joked with Phyllis one time that I would "do" Nancy in front of her if she would let me.
Both Sarah and Mike were our neighbors from our old neighborhood.
Mike was a professional stuntman. He was 6'1" and weighted a good 210 pounds of solid muscles. He kept his head shaved and was an avid workout fiend. Although he looked like a type of person that would rip off your head and shit down your neck, he was a big pussy cat. He could be a little wild at times, but he was still a pussycat.
Sarah reminded me of Doris Day. You know what I mean, the type of lady that spends her days cooking, cleaning and would never marry a man like Mike.
She was 5'5 about 115 pounds with short brown hair that was always neatly done and she had a 34C chest. Her make-up was done to perfection as well as her nails.
To be honest with you to see Mike and Sarah together was a bit of an enigma, but they say opposites attract.
Our new home had a scenic view of the L.A. basin and was nestled up in the hills, away from any other house. This was perfect for privacy, so as the night went on and if the music got louder we didn't have to worry about disturbing any of our neighbors.
The girls were busy, being given a tour of the house by Phyllis, and the guys and I were standing around drinking and talking about the Dodgers.
"So are you all having a good time?" I asked the guys.
"I'm having a blast!" Mark said.
"Me too," Steve replied.
"Can't complain here," John said before he took another sip of his drink.
Mike simple shrugged his shoulders, but for him that was a compliment. If he wasn't naked, on fire, riding a motorcycle at 100 M.P.H. he wasn't happy.
There was an awkward moment of silence when Mike broke it by saying, "Where did the ladies go? I know you got a big house and all but it isn't that big."
We all laughed at his corny joke but soon realized he was right.
Looking around the large living room I said, "You know you're right. It has been awhile since we've seen them. I wonder where they could be."
John said, "Maybe they are trying on each other's bras or something."
All four of us looked at John like he just fell of the "short bus" for saying something like that and started to laugh at him.
"What? Ladies try on each other's bras, don't they?" He said trying to defend his comment.
I looked at him and said, "Uh...no they don't." I turned away from the guys and called out for Phyllis.
Phyllis called back from the master bedroom. "We will be out in just a minute sweetheart."
I faced the guys. "See, they are still on the tour. You know how predictable the ladies are." I said confidently.
I would soon be eating those words.
20 minute later the ladies came out of the master bedroom wearing lingerie. Nancy was wearing a purple corset with black thigh-highs and panties; Jill was wearing a blue lace baby doll nightie and white panties; Karen wore a silky red Camisole with a matching G-string; Sarah was strutting in a pink bustier, black thigh-highs and no panties; and Phyllis showed up last deck out in a leather corset dress and knee high boots.
Needless to say, all of us men jaws dropped and John even dropped his drink.