This past New Year's Eve my wife, Maria, and I were invited to a party hosted by our neighbors, Ken and Rachel. We are a mid-40s couple living in South Florida. We had been invited to some of their parties in the past, but we never went due to scheduling conflicts. This time, however, we had turned down other party invitations from some of our swinger friends due to the fact that we had relatives staying with us over the holidays. Since a sex party was out of the question, we decided to go to the Ken and Rachel's more vanilla affair.
Before we could go, however, we were stuck entertaining our relatives, who did not want to go out but nonetheless insisted upon celebrating the new year with us. As a result we stayed at home for much of the evening sipping champagne, and did not get to the party until shortly after midnight. By that time the crowd's inebriation level far surpassed ours, and we quickly decided that it would be impossible to catch up. We decided to greet the hosts, mingle for a little bit, and then quietly slip away.
It was a warm night, and the party was centered primarily on their back terrace. As soon as we greeted a very drunken Ken and Rachel we were immediately given drinks and directed to the buffet tables set up inside the house. We saw a few of our other neighbors giddily acting stupid, and many more people that we did not know. My wife spotted a lady that she had met previously at the hosts' home, a very attractive, very well built blond woman in her early 50s. My wife explained to me that she owned a rather successful business in the area, and as a result she often saw her at community fund raising events. This night, however, the respectable businesswoman was nowhere to be found. Instead, Claire was dressed in a metallic, too short mini-dress that might have looked appropriate on someone 30 years younger, a ridiculous New Year's Eve hat, high heeled sandals, and not much else. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, as her tits were jiggling a little too noticeably, and her visibly protruding nipples were sharp enough to pop balloons.
Just then another neighbor walked up to Claire, reached around her waist and under her skirt to grab a handful of ass, and planted a long, deep tongue kiss on her. She did not attempt to move the hand away or break off the kiss, and after 10-15 seconds they finally parted and exchanged "happy New Year's" greetings. My wife caught all of this; the shocked look on her face was priceless.
About 5 minutes later another guest who we did not know walked up to Claire and gave her an almost identical greeting. Maria and I concluded that Claire must have been completely drunk, and not so prim and proper as Maria had always believed. My wife also wondered where her husband was hiding, or if she had managed to come alone.
We continued to mingle for another 20 minutes, while contemplating the appropriate time to implement our exit strategy. Outside, in a corner of the patio, my wife spotted Claire's husband, Robert, who appeared to be rather bored while he was talking to two other guys that we did not recognize. Maria finished her drink and asked me to get another for her. I wandered past the bar and into the house where I found Claire sitting on a love seat. I sat next to her, introduced myself, and then leaned into her and gave her a long, deep, very intense kiss. She responded as I hoped that she would, her arms circled my torso, she pressed her tits into my chest, and met the intensity of my kiss. The taste of alcohol on her breath was overwhelming. If she were to get pulled over driving home, she would be going straight to jail. After about 20 seconds I broke off the kiss, wished her a happy New Year, and told her that I would be back for more in a few minutes.
I got my wife her drink, and then asked her to do me a favor. I told her that I was planning to set off some New Year's fireworks with Claire, but I needed for her to distract Robert for me. She agreed, and told me to stand back and watch. She walked over to Robert, pulled him away from the guys he was talking to, and told him that she was there to rescue him.
Kim and Rachel live on a lake, and their back yard is about 50 feet deep. This is a rather new development, and there and few fences separating the yards. Ken and Rachel have a tall hedge that runs the length of their yard on the north side, which stops about 10 feet from the water. Maria walked with Robert to the water's edge, and then disappeared with him around the hedge. I walked over to the hedge to peer through, and saw her leading him across that yard to the back patio of the next neighbor's yard. That neighbor was out of town for the holidays, so Maria guessed that they would not be disturbed. I watched the two of them sit on a chaise lounge, and then I went back into the house.