Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn't seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.
The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that's what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a "crazy" crowd, and had "hooked up" with almost all the guys in it. I didn't know what she meant by "hooking up," but I decided not to ask.
Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She's average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I'm very proud of my wife's body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.
On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn't keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.
"Honey," she said, "I may have some fun tonight, so don't get upset, alright?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, a bit suspicious.
"I've known these guys for a long time, and we've all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them," she said.
"Okay..." I said, not sure I how to respond.
"Just promise me you won't get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?" she asked.
"Well, alright. Just, you know, don't get crazy," I said.
"Oh, you know I love you," she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.
The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?
I didn't have much time to think about it. The second we got home, the doorbell rang. Luckily we had set up for the party beforehand, so we were prepared. Susan bounded to the door, her skirt flipping up and down. I noticed then that underneath the skirt she was wearing a sexy pair of black lace panties.
The door opened and in walked a gorgeous girl, about Susan's height, but blonde and just a bit taller, wearing a button-down blouse and a tight pair of jeans. The second she saw Susan she squealed and the two jumped into each other's arms. Susan turned and said, "Honey, this is Margaret! We were roommates all during college!"
I shook hands and said hi to Margaret, thinking that if Susan wanted to horseplay with her, I wouldn't mind at all.
Over the course of the next hour, more and more people came, around thirty in all, about evenly split between guys and girls. Most of them were attractive, which was great when the door opened and a girl was there, but not so much when a guy was there. Susan greeted them all with squeals and big friendly hugs. A bit were too friendly back. One guy squeezed her tush when she hugged him. She squealed again and smacked his shoulder. She then turned to me and said, "Honey, this is Richard! Richard, this is my husband, John!"
"How ya doing?" Richard said with a big smile as he reached over to shake my hand. He didn't seem at all embarrassed that I obviously saw him just goose my wife, and in fact he sounded like it was no different from him hugging her. I was a bit stunned at this, but recovered quickly enough to shake his hand back and smile. If it wasn't a big deal to him, I thought, I guess I shouldn't care too much about it.
After a while, the party was in full swing. I kept sneaking back to the kitchen to get drinks and to hang out by myself, since I didn't know anybody there. I flirted a bit with Margaret and some other of Susan's friends, but just kind of kept to myself otherwise.
Occasionally I noticed some of the guys goosing Susan, and one of the guys, Tim, even grabbed one of her breasts and gave a good squeeze. I was too far away to hear what caused it, but Susan and the other girls they were talking to just laughed, and then she grabbed his package.
Stuff like that happened here and there, making me both jealous and horny. I've never seen guys openly flirting and groping my wife before, and I was amazed by how turned on I was. I felt like I should walk up and say something, maybe put my arm around her to remind everyone she was my wife, but to my surprise I didn't.
After a couple of hours, everyone had been drinking quite a bit, and people were getting very touchy-feely. During one of my talks with Susan's friends, I learned that almost all the guys and girls in the group had fucked each other at least once, including Susan. I had never heard about this before, and I was a bit shocked to learn that Susan had done it with so many of these guys. It definitely explained how comfortable and playful everyone felt with each other.
