This is part two of a previous story entitled "The Anniversary Trip"
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Moana was sitting on the couch when Eric got out of the shower.
"I would have done it if you asked me," she said.
"I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Some people would consider it rape."
"Do you?"
"No. I was already attracted to Thomas. And it actually turned me on when I discovered you had tricked me. Did you fuck Helen while I was fucking Thomas?"
"No, it was your present. Helen and I were downstairs in the bar having martinis while you were up here with Thomas."
"So do you and Thomas have anything planned for dinner tonight?"
"No, it was a one-time deal. I asked Thomas to help me out and when he saw your picture, he was more than willing."
"Did you know that they were swingers?"
"No, I didn't. He never mentioned it."
"Well, Helen told me they occasionally enjoyed swapping partners with another couple. Dinner could be interesting. Are you ready for that?"
"Well, we haven't done anything kinky for a while, maybe it's time. Are you ok with it?"
Moana laughed. "Are you saying that having me fucked by another guy without me knowing it isn't kinky? Well, we'll just see how the evening plays out. Now go get dressed."
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On impulse, just before they left Moana picked up the CD and put it in her purse. They took a taxi to Helen and Thomas's. Moana wore a simple black cocktail dress in a knit material that came to about mid-thigh, with a black silk bra that caressed her breasts and allowed her nipples to point through when erect. She completed her ensemble with black thigh tops with strappy 3 inch heels. She had not worn any panties, and felt free and sexy in doing so. Eric had on an open white shirt, khaki cotton slacks and a blue blazer, typical of his dress.
Helen and Thomas lived in a top-floor condo that took up most of a full floor of a ten story building. Moana had been in many houses that were smaller. They were met at the door by a tall man she did not know. He was about 6'2 and had a long and lean muscular body. He was dressed in a black tuxedo. He was younger, probably about 30. Moan thought he was stunningly handsome and felt her nipples rubbing against the silk of her bra. The stranger knew their names and introduced himself as George.
"My wife Angela and I are friends of Thomas and Helen and we have agreed to be the cook and waiter tonight. Come, let me show you the kitchen."
As they entered the kitchen he introduced them to Angela. She was about 5'4, had toned legs, and blonde hair coiled up on top of her head. She had on a cobalt blue cocktail dress that plunged in the front, revealing the sides and tops of her smooth, unblemished C cups. The rest of her breasts were covered, but their shape and the hint of her nipples clearly revealed that she had not worn a bra. The dress came to about 3 inches below her womanhood and was actually shorter than the apron she wore. She had transparent blue hose on her athletic legs, but there was a hint of tanned skin between the top of her thigh-highs and the bottom of her dress. She also had cobalt blue 3 inch heels. She was the picture of elegance and sex appeal. Moana noticed that Eric was checking out Angela's shapely legs and breasts.
"Angela, these are the guests tonight, Eric and Moana. They're celebrating their anniversary tonight."
"Pleased to meet you," Eric said as he began to extend his hand to Angela. Angela, however, put down the spoon she had in her hand, put her arms around Eric's neck, and hugged him like a long lost friend, pushing her breast up and into his chest.
"The pleasure is all ours, we enjoy doing this kind of thing. And Thomas and Helen are dear friends."
"Come, let's leave Angela to her work. Follow me."
George led them out of the kitchen and into a sitting room. Helen and Thomas were sitting there sipping martinis. The room had a large bay window that looked out over the Vancouver skyline. As they entered, Helen and Thomas both rose to greet them
"Happy anniversary, you two. We will do everything we can to see that it is one you will remember," said Thomas.
"What a gorgeous view," said Moana. She embraced Helen and shook Thomas's hand. "I saw a most interesting video today. Maybe you can tell me more about it later, Thomas."
"All in due time. First, sit while George brings you a martini."
George retreated to an alcove in the sitting room where there was a bar set up. The other 4 sat in opposing love seats chit-chatting while he made drinks. Thomas was dressed in a white dinner jacket. Helen had on a black cocktail dress similar to Moana's, only it was shorter and cut so that she could not possibly wear a bra with it.
George returned with a tray of 5 martinis. He gave Helen and Thomas both a fresh one, put one on the coffee table, and handed the others to Eric and Moana. He then took the tray with the empties back to the bar, returned and picked up his drink. He then reached out and pulled Moana to her feet.
"Come on, I'll give you the tour while they talk lawyer stuff."
Moana flushed, but followed him.
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They toured the dining room, the three bedrooms, the rec room, and the deck overlooking the city. The deck had a a pool with adjoining hot tub that spilled hot water into the pool, and another bar. As they walked from room to room, George steered Moana with his large hand pressed to the small of her back. He steered her towards the bar.
