Tracy's head lay on my shoulder in the back of the car. An Uber had just picked us up from Rob and Vanessa's insane Kick off the Summer pool party that had ended rather abruptly at almost 2 in the morning. As neither Tracy nor I were in any shape to drive, I'd ordered a car to take us home.
"I'm sorry, Scott," Tracy murmured to me. "I messed everything up."
My arm around her, I squeezed my wife of 8 years close to me. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."
"You're not mad at me?"
"Of course not sweetheart," I replied.
"Darla's husband is such an asshole."
On that, we could definitely agree.
***
The Invitation
Tracy and I had been high school sweethearts in a wealthy St. Louis suburb. We'd gone to Senior Homecoming together and both lost our virginity that night, and had an amazing senior year together. We had gone off to different colleges, me in Kansas and her in Ohio, and had decided to split up rather than try to make the long distance thing work.
Twelve years later, we reconnected when we both found ourselves living in Chicago and coming off of long term relationships that hadn't gone anywhere. Just over a year after that, we were married. Now with two kids, a dog and a cat in a middle class Chicago suburb, we had a typical middle class American life. I worked in operations at an ad agency, Tracy as an accountant for a small law firm. Most months we found time to make love two or three times, and it was nice if not very adventurous. It was everything I'd ever wanted.
I'd heard about Rob's legendary kick off the summer pool parties and had even been invited a few of times prior to this year, but we'd always had to decline. Once because Tracy was out of town, twice because we couldn't find a babysitter and the party was strictly for adults only.
From the sounds of it, it was as close to a college frat party as you can imagine a 40 something old could get. Booze flowing from noon Saturday to sunrise Sunday, half the people who came crashing on a floor somewhere in the house. Beer-pong, flip cup, shots.
To tell the truth, half the reason I think we didn't go was because we'd left those days behind us in college. And to be honest, the extent of my wild college days was being one of the top beer pong players in my dorm. Rob's party just didn't interest me enough to make a big effort to go and finding a babysitter who could stay late was never easy and always expensive.
It had been a couple years since we'd gotten an invite, but at a company lunch last Wednesday the talk had turned to this year's party, and Rob asked if Tracy and I would like to come. I'd said sure, as long as we could get a sitter. He smiled at me and then Eric, one of the other account managers at the firm who I knew was a regular at the party, clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Just remember, what happens at the party stays at the party."
I laughed and replied, "Really that wild huh?"
"We can't tell you," was Eric's reply. "You just have to come and see for yourself."
"Do I need to bring anything?"
Rob answered, "Just yourselves and four towels. Two for you and two for the party."
I looked at him quizzically.
"It will all make sense Saturday."
As I drove home that night, Eric's response kept bouncing around my head. Could it really be that crazy? Tracy and I hadn't let loose in a very long time, hadn't even gotten properly drunk in... god it must have been six or seven years. Suddenly determined, I started calling babysitters and before I got home, found one who could work this weekend and was okay if we didn't get home until the next morning.
"Do you think we will be able to find a sitter on such short notice?" Tracy asked when I got home and told her about the party.
"Britney said she could do it, and can stay till Sunday morning."
"Sunday morning!?"
"Yeah, Rob encourages anyone who can to crash at his house for the night so no one drives home drunk."
Out of nowhere, Tracy threw her arms around me and gave me a deep wet kiss. "Thanks for setting this up. I could really use a night to get a little wild." She kissed me again and then said, "The kids are in the basement playing Minecraft. I'm sure we've got five minutes if we're quiet."
She led me upstairs to our bedroom and we quickly tore off our clothes. Tracy even removed her bra, something that she did less and less of since the kids. Her c cup breasts weren't as firm as they once were, but were full and round and I loved seeing her cherry red nipples, and noticed that they were standing straight up. At five foot six and 145 lbs, she had a great curve to her, maybe a bit overweight, but what mother and full time worker her age wasn't? She was beautiful. And with a bit of gut at five ten, 190 and more than a bit of grey hair, but thank god at least most of it, I counted myself lucky to have her.
Instead of laying down on the bed, she crawled onto it on hands and knees, lifting her perfect round ass towards me and then looking back, "Fuck me, Scott. Quick."
Tracy never talked like this, and it did its job. My cock sprung to life and a moment later I had my six inch piston buried in her wet pussy. My hand reached around to massage her clit as the other slid down her back and into her short brown mousey hair.
I couldn't believe how wet she was, how hot her pussy was, and as it clenched my shaft I found myself cumming almost immediately. As my seed filled her hole she bucked against me and I remained buried in her as my fingers quickly worked to get her off. It didn't take long for her breath to quicken and her pussy to start its rhythmic pulsing around my dick.
I could see her fight to hold in a scream as I pulled her hair back. God we hadn't fucked like this in ages. It felt great.
"Oh my god," she said after we cleaned up and got our clothes back on. "What am I going to wear? This is a pool party..."
***
The Ice Breaker
When she came out of the bedroom late that Saturday morning, I was stunned. I knew she had done some shopping, but she'd refused to let me see what she'd bought.
She wore a loose fitting cover up in gold and red whose sleeves came down to her elbows and hem came down to her mid thighs. The way it draped around her body both accentuated her boobs while staying loose around her middle. She wore gold flip flops and a ridiculous pair of big white sunglasses, and had her short hair done up in a series of barrettes. Her slightly olive complexion from her mother's Mediterranean side of the family looked stunning against the red and gold.
"You look great, Tracy," I replied when I saw her.
"It's not too racy, you think?" she asked.
"No. You look like a movie star."
That earned a kiss and a, "I feel like one! I really can't tell you how much I needed a break like this, Scott. To feel like my old self."
I knew Tracy had some wild days in college. I never asked for the details and she'd never offered, other than saying that she enjoyed those days but was glad they were over. The doorbell rang, the babysitter was there, and it was time to go.
Thirty minutes later we arrived at Rob and Vanessa's house. They were two suburbs over from us in what was considered a bit more bohemian neighborhood. Unlike the carefully planned communities where Tracy and I lived, these homes didn't have an HOA, had a bit more land and hardly any two homes were alike. We had arrived just after 1, and had found parking just a few houses down the street. I figured there must already be a few people there.
We got up to the front door and I smiled as I saw a sign, "Party in the Rear" on the front door. We walked around to the large fenced yard behind and into the party. There were about twenty people in the back yard, almost all with a drink, and the first thing I noticed was the diversity. White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, ages ranging from what had to be early 20s up into mid fifties and two men who looked to be in their late 20s holding hands by the pool. Eric and his wife Shannon were there as well, their legs dangling into the pool as they sipped something from a little red cup, but I didn't see anyone else from the office there. Shannon had on a similar style cover up to Tracy, but let her curly long brown hair go wild. Tracy and I had stopped walking to survey the scene. Rob saw us and walked over.
"Welcome Scott! So glad you and Tracy could make it!"
He was in a rainbow swimsuit and no shirt with aviator sunglasses. Somehow, it didn't make him look like a douche. Just the opposite really.
"Good to see you Rob," Tracy said back, "Thank you for the invite."
"My pleasure, and my house is yours. Vanessa is inside getting some food together if you want to say hi. You look absolutely stunning, by the way. What are you drinking, Scott? Let me take your towels."
Tracy made her way into the house, a McMansion two story brick deal, and I followed Rob to the patio bar where he poured me a cup of his home brew. Party Pale Ale, Vanessa's specialty, he told me as I tried it skeptically and found it to be delicious. He'd thrown the two extra towels we'd brought on a huge stack to the side.
"Community towels, take one from the top if you need it, don't expect to get yours back at the end of the party" he noted. "You made it in time for our first big event. Dunkball will be played in about an hour. Make sure you have your team of three picked out."
And then he saw someone else come into the back yard and excused himself to go greet them.
An hour later, Tracy and I were in the pool having had a couple of drinks each and starting to feel a buzz. The bikini she'd chosen was a matching gold and red brazillian cut swimsuit, and she looked spectacular in it. The padded triangle tops covered her breasts and held them up nicely, while the bottom was frilled along the edges, covering the crack of her ass while showing off its round firmness. I was surprised and excited about how risqué she had decided to be.
