"What's a housewarming party," I retorted, when my wife Chloe said we were going to one tonight.
Chloe's longtime friend, Anna, and her husband Ben had recently moved back to Missouri after long stints in both New York and LA.
Chloe and Anna met in high school and also went to the same college here in St Louis some 30 years ago and had stayed in close contact despite the distance between them. In fact, Chloe on numerous occasions, had visited Anna and Ben for short weekends through the years - especially when they lived in LA. I encouraged Chloe to keep up her friendship with Anna as they were so close.
I had really only met Anna and Ben once--during their wedding weekend and quite honestly, didn't have much in common with Ben. Ben was really into art and had a dream of being a world renowned photographer.
So as it turns out, Ben went on and developed a fairly successful photography studio in New York but he eventually decided to get into filming movies in LA when he was in his late 30s. I didn't know much about what productions he worked with, but I knew he had been successful given he and Anna's lifestyle--nice cars; and a really nice house on the beach. I kept up with their life, as I was friends with Anna on Facebook.
Now in their early 50s and no kids, they had moved back to Missouri to be close to Anna's parents who were having health issues.
Chloe was excited to have her longtime friend back so close to her and she was excited to see the new house they bought in some fancy gated community about 15 miles from us.
They had moved here a couple of months ago, but Anna wanted the house to be updated and decorated before hosting a housewarming.
It was a Friday night at about 6:30 pm and Chloe and I headed to the party. Chloe had picked up some wine and also a small gift for Anna already - so off we went.
Their house being gated community, required Anna to buzz us in upon arrival to their neighborhood. As we pulled into their circle driveway, there were 5 other cars already parked. Chloe had said there would be about 5 other couples....all Anna's friends from high school or college...along with their husbands.
We were greeted at the door by both Anna and Ben. I was struck as to how well Anna had aged....though I suspected some help from doctors was involved. Anna was dressed in a V neck top that showcased her surgically enhanced breasts. Anna grabbed Chloe by the hand and off they went to catch up with the other women.
Ben waved at me to follow him downstairs to the basement. As I descended into the basement, I couldn't help but notice the tall 30 foot ceilings on the main level - a beautiful house- extremely modern - and what appeared to be original artwork everywhere.
Once in the basement, we caught up with the other husbands who were standing near the fully stocked bar that must have been 25 ft long. The bar had shelves on the back wall with every liquor imaginable and what appeared to be an 80 inch TV directly in the middle.
The TV was not broadcasting any sports but rather it looked like it was showcasing some of Ben's artwork and photographs....I noticed lots of skin on the screen--nothing pornographic but certainly suggestive poses of women's legs and bodies. You couldn't tell who the women were in the photos as no faces were part of any images.
Ben poured all of us guys the drink of our choice and we bantered about all sorts of topics ranging from sports to married life.
Ben shared with all of us a few details about the house. It was 8500 sq ft...their lot was 2 acres and outside was a saltwater pool with an adjoining hot tub. Truly an amazing set up. If I had the outside area, combined with the bar and pool table that was indoors...I'd never leave my house. I was really happy for Ben and Anna's success....if not a little jealous, too.
After looking around the pool and backyard, we all came back in the basement and were now joined by the ladies.
Anna had given the girls a tour of the main level and was now showing off the "man cave" that we had been enjoying the last hour.
Anna then asked Ben if he had shown us his favorite room, to which Ben replied "not yet."
So what is your favorite room, as I directed my question at Ben.
Ben then told us his favorite room is the theater room.
Before we entered, Ben issued a warning. "If you are offended by pornographic artwork, you may want to skip this part of the tour. I've hung some artwork from my movie making career and some of my favorite photography from various shoots in this room -- so be prepared."
As just us guys entered the theater, my jaw dropped open. Ben wasn't kidding about his warning. First, the room was huge ....probably 30 x 30 with a dozen reclining movie chairs and a large projection screen. The ceiling was at least 15 feet tall and all walls were adorned with large and very graphic pictures. My immediate sense was that Ben worked in porn productions....as most all pictures were of unknown "actors and actresses" fucking in various poses. None of the other husbands seemed surprised by the images....like they already knew his line of work. Chloe had apparently kept me in the dark about his profession.
On the back wall of the theater, there was a series of four large black and white framed photos that while extremely graphic, did not contain discernible faces and these caught my interest. While the other guys were marveling at the reclining chairs, I stepped to the back wall and looked at the black and white photos that seemed to be a progressive series. The first one was an up close picture of a woman's clearly fake tits being fucked by a large cock. The 2nd photo was the same large cock being licked by 2 women who both had on blindfolds.
The 3rd framed photo was a picture of the same woman with fake tits from picture 1 but this time she was riding the big cock and showcasing a shaved pussy.
The 4th and final photo was oddly familiar. This woman had a neatly trimmed pussy and perky tits. Her left hand was guiding this extremely big cock into her pussy and that's when I was struck like lightning. As I looked closer, my eyes locked on to the left hand of the woman guiding the tip of this big cock into her pussy. This left hand was wearing a wedding ring that was unmistakable - it was the ring and hand of my wife, Chloe.
A strange mixture of emotion washed over me...a mixture of jealousy, betrayal and arousal. As my mind put together the pieces, it was clear this series of images was Ben, Anna and my Chloe.
I quickly turned my attention away from the images, as if I never saw them, and asked Ben about the projection size and sound system. Ben replied but I didn't pay much attention to what he said as my mind was reeling.
As Ben ushered us out of the theater, the girls went into the theater with Anna.
