We were asked to dress casual. Blouse and flared skirt for Ann and slacks and shirt for me. Flats and loafers for shoes, no stockings or socks.
We parked at the curb. There were already two cars in the driveway. The house wasn't huge, but larger than most. It sat on at least two acres of land in a small community of similar homes. I estimated it at almost five thousand square feet and four or more bedrooms.
We walked up the driveway to the walk and the front door. Ann rang the bell.
Beth answered the door. Beth lived in the house with Ben, her husband. She was dressed similarly to Ann in a blue dress and white blouse. Her flaming red hair hanging over her shoulders gave her a patriotic appearance. She greeted Ann while I looked around.
The two-story entry was tiled in marble with a chandelier hanging twelve feet over our heads and a right curving stairway to the second floor. There was a teak bench below the stairs under a suggestive Picasso print.
Beth greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Take a few minutes and then follow me into the sitting room," she said and she walked to the right into a darkened room, leaving us alone in the foyer.
Ann gave me a confused look. I pointed behind her at the unexpected piece of furniture in the entry. Ann turned to see where I was pointing. It was an ordinary, square pine pole, about six feet high with four feet to hold it upright and four pegs for the expected hats. Two of the pegs were occupied but not with hats. The pegs held two pair lady's panties, one pink and the other floral.
"Oh," said Ann. "That's interesting. An invitation?"
"More of a commitment," I told her.
"What do you think?" Ann asked.
"We expected something different tonight. I think we know what different looks like now," I said.
"What should I do?" asked Ann.
"Time to commit or go home," I said.
"Fuck it," said Ann. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Her pale blue panties looked perfect on a hook between the white and floral panties already there.
Ann smoothed her skirt and we followed Beth into the room on the right.
Beth greeted us again. "Excellent choice," she said to Ann. Three other people stood up. Ben, Beth's husband greeted Ann with a hug and me with a handshake. "Welcome," he said.
Another man approached me. "I'm Chuck," he said. "And you're Art, right?" he asked.
"I am," I agreed.
Chuck shook my hand with both of his hands, more of a thank you than a first time greeting. He greeted Ann in the same manner.
Behind Chuck was a shorter, well-proportioned female. She had short dark hair, dark prominent eyebrows, plump lips and intense dark eyes. She was wearing a loose blue skirt and a billowy white blouse that made it impossible to estimate the size of her breasts. She greeted Ann first.
"I'm Carol," she said and shook Ann's hand.
She turned to me. Paused for an appraisal moment and took my hand. "Carol," she said.
"Art," I responded.
"Nice to meet you," she responded and stepped in for a hug.
Carol hugged more aggressively than I expected for a first hug. She pressed her chest against me. I determined that her breasts were oversized and she wasn't wearing a bra.
Over the next hour, we had drinks and then a buffet supper. After another round of drinks, Beth ushered us out to the patio. Behind the patio was a kidney shaped pool with a steaming Jacuzzi tub. She had us take off our shoes and stood the men in a line at the side of the pool. I was on one end, Ben was to my right and Chuck held the other end of the line.
Beth positioned Carol in front of Ben, Ann in front of Chuck and she stood in front of me.
"This is what I've planned for tonight," she told us. Each of you is paired with someone not your spouse. For the next two hours, you should get to know your partner better. The definition of 'know' is quite broad and I encourage you to explore its meaning fully.
"After two hours, we'll take a recovery break for an hour and then we'll spend a final two hours with the other member of the opposite sex that is not your partner. Any questions?"
Ann was looking at me down the row of couples. What Beth had described was close to what we had expected, just without the expected adult game. We thought only Ben and Beth would be here. The addition of Chuck and Carol was another unexpected but welcome difference. The smile on Ann's face told me she was game. I gave her a corresponding smile and turned my attention to Beth. I was here because I anticipated time with Beth. Time with Carol would be a bonus. Ann would have to wait to be with Ben but she seemed fine with Chuck in the interim.
Beth dimmed the lights around the patio and in the pool with a remote and tossed it on a nearby chair. She took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes. "I think you know why you're here," she whispered.
"I nodded."
"I can't wait," she said.
Beth turned around, backed up to me and nestled against my body. I put my hands on her hips. She took my hands and put them around her waist. She reached behind her, held my hips and began to rub her cheeks against my crotch. The thin material of her skirt and the absence of panties allowed her to squeeze my cock between her cheeks. I moved my right hand up until it was holding her right breast.
I felt Beth relax against my chest as I palmed and squeezed her breast. "Unbutton my blouse," she whispered.
I wanted to ask, "Here?" but a quick glance to my right answered my question. Ann's shirt was already open and she was engaged in an embrace with Chuck. Carol was standing in front of Ben. Ben's slacks were around his hips and Carol was slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
I unbuttoned Beth's blouse and pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. She leaned forward, removed her blouse and tossed it aside, on top of the remote. "Unhook my bra," she whispered.
When a woman asks you to unhook her bra, you do it. Braless, Beth melted back into my chest. My left hand joined my right hand holding one of her naked breasts.
Almost inaudibly, Beth moaned, "Fuck."
I paused my activity with her breasts.
"I didn't ask you to stop," she whispered.
