Our first big party..New Year's Eve
Helen was 28 and I was 29 when we were invited by the couple in the apartment next to us to join them and four other couples for a New Year's Eve party at a condo about halfway between where we lived just west of the Chicago city line and the Lakeshore downtown area of Chicago. We did not know Ann and Will all that well as neighbors but they seemed sophisticated to us two late 20's people sharing our lives as husband and wife. They had invited us to watch tv and wine and snacks at their place a couple times. We ended up watching bullfights in Spain which was a very new thing for both of us. I suppose when we had answered yes that it was partly because we thought they were sophisticated. I remember thinking they were exotic and interesting tho we did not know their friends. When we said yes they gave us their invitation card with address they had gotten and told us a little bit about their friends. They were also moving to a home they had bought the following week so we were happy to see them at a party before they left our apartment complex.
They said the other party goers were also their friends, were all college grads, all working in the Chicago area at various jobs, all married couples in and around our age. Ann had said they were all like we four were and would fit nicely with us. Will laughed and said something like, "especially the Playboy Club Bunny." His wife, Ann, had corrected him telling us she was a tall gal who did work at the downtown Playboy Club but was not a Bunny from the magazine. She agreed that Elaine was in fact very, very good looking.
I have to admit that our neighbor, Ann, had a really nice set of tits, almost the same 36D that my wife Helen had. Two pairs were things to fantasize about for me!
We proceeded on with the month of December and soon got to the night of the 31st and the party. We were taking our car as Ann and Will were coming from a visit with parents elsewhere. We planned to meet them there as they were the only ones we knew at all and them not all that much.
We drove down, found the complex and the building, took the elevator up to the large apartment address on the card, dressed in nice but comfortable clothes with a bottle of wine for the host and hostess. Helen was wearing a nice above the knee skirt and a white top with a sweater over it while I had comfortable but nice slacks and a long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. When the door opened the host and hostess, the "Bunny," greeted us: "Hi, you must be Helen and Alan. We are Larry, my husband, and my name is Elaine. Come on in and welcome."
We were greeted with handshakes and a warm hug to each of us by Elaine and then Larry, welcomed inside. Will and Ann had not been kidding. Elaine was a stupendously good looking and sexy woman wearing a nice sweater with a small Playboy bunny logo over one breast..
Larry had been a college athlete we found out and worked at a downtown stock brokerage. He also happened to be pretty good looking according to Helen. Both were polite and introduced us all around.
We knew Ann and Will, of course, said hello to them after dropping our coats off in a spare small room off the three bedrooms. As we got drinks we were introduced to the others, all decent looking with one couple being somewhat unusual in appearance. That was Brent and Sally. They were unusual in that neither was tall but both were probably what we might call modestly overweight, big boned frames both, sort of like two round snowmen wearing nice clothes. They were extremely nice to talk with and very interesting but they did not fit the mold of young, normal sizes and fit. Just different. It wore off quickly though as their social skills were great.
With wine we worked our way around the rooms listening to music, snacking, meeting the rest. That included Benjamin, Ben, and Dorothy, Dot, an African American couple, Steve and Hazel, Steve was Japanese ancestry and she was Hispanic but quite lovely and easy to talk with. Our host and hostess, Larry and Elaine were as well. With Helen and me, Alan, the group was six couples. A big apartment but cozy with a dozen people inside having a pleasant time.
Time flew as we circulated around meeting and talking with them all. At first we stayed as a couple but soon enough everyone was talking with whoever they were having a conversation with about the events of the day, the music, what they had planned in the coming year and how their lives were going. One or two had children already with baby sitters at home and the evening flowed quite well as time passed pleasantly. I had managed to meet all of them and had a dance or two with one or two of the other wives while Helen did the same, with one another or others as the evening moved on to about 10:30 pm or close to 11. It was pleasant and we were enjoying the evening in this rather big fourth floor apartment.
About that time Larry stood up and tapped a wine glass with a fork, got everyone's attention. Helen happened just then to be standing next to me holding my hand and Larry proceeded: "We have about an hour until midnight. The champagne is in the kitchen cooling and we want all of you to have some for the stroke of. Now, it is our tradition to play games for an hour before and an hour after but we have some rules. 1. Husbands and wives must toast another wife as well as their own at the stroke of midnight. 2. The games are meant to be fun but wives and husbands will not be couples on the same team. You must for each round of any game have a different partner and it cannot be your spouse. Got it?"
I got a squeeze of my hand and a wondering look from Helen who I imagined was thinking something like: "what the heck is this?" I know neither of us had ever played games like this but we stayed and the games began.
Elaine took over and formed us into two teams of three couples each, man, woman, man, woman, man woman and put us into two lines facing one another about four feet apart. At the beginning of the line she gave each first person a medium sized orange and said the game would begin as soon as she got into her position in her line. The goal was to pass the orange down the line until each person had done so using only their necks and no hands at all. You had to lean over and pass it neck to neck under your chin. Not so easy to do. When she said go, both lines started to laughter dropped oranges and start at the beginning again. It was quickly apparent that there was going to be an enormous amount of touching of faces, necks, breasts and chests to move the orange from one neck to the next. I was lucky enough to be standing between two of the taller women which made it easier for me as a tall guy. I also knew a whole lot more about two pairs of warm, healthy breasts than I had by the time the other team got theirs to the end first. We played a second round but with a more fragile fresh peach in each line this time. That led to even more intimate contact in the process. The last pass was with two hard boiled eggs, smaller but we all had some skills by then. I watched Helen who was red faced at first then got into it and did it with laughter, enjoyment and pushing her 36 D tits against the two husbands bracketing her with abandon. I was enjoying the same from one rather small chested wife on one side and another who was nearly as big there as Helen. Our line only won the peach passing, admitting defeat on the other line objects. Admittedly, I thoroughly enjoyed losing or winning those games.
When we were done we broke to refill wine glasses and Elaine announced the next game. It involved two husbands at a time standing, being blindfolded then having three women kiss them. No hands allowed but the objective was to be able to identify which was your wife just from a kiss. We, of course, decided Helen would french kiss me so I would know it was her when it was my turn.
