I had been planning this for months. Though not without a lot of effort on my part, I was sure it was going to be a success. It seemed my ear had been bent permanently around the receiver making phone calls to everyone I could find, including those in Sue's little black book. Through the art of finagling and deception but I managed to copy the whole thing at the local print shop. You know good and well that I have a copy stashed away, marked with little asterisks for all the people who sounded REALLY interesting.
For some reason the caterer seemed to be the most trouble. Surely they must come from a different planet. When I specifically mentioned that the party was going to be adult in nature, most of them hung up. I finally found one who would tend to my needs, but only if I promised him a copy of all the pictures taken of our little "get together". Lecherous old fart! Besides I doubted if anybody intended to waste the time taking "stills" when I had at least a dozen people offering to bring and setup their camcorders. With my editing machine and a couple of VCRs some first rate movies could be in the making.
I wanted something really special for that night so I spent better than an hour grilling him about the goodies I wanted on the table. Especially expressed were some of those stubby little carrots in the shape of dildoes, plus varieties of cheese puffs molded in the shape of pussies. Anything else that he thought might go well would be greatly appreciated. He came up with some things that I knew would set the evening off right. When everything was agreed upon, and I finally got off the line, I'll bet the caterer paid a visit to the bathroom to get his jollies off. Good thing too, 'cause that was all the pleasuring he was going to get.
When Bob, Sue's hubby heard the details, being one of those meticulous types, he brought up a program on his computer. Already programmed in, he set up some scale drawings of the dining room, moving little camera icons around as if we were planning an Imax production. Not one pubic hair or dribble of cum would be missed the way he had things planned out. I mentioned that with as many people who promised they'd be there, he had better plan on placing some cameras in different parts of the house also; no telling where the action might take place.
Thinking way ahead of me he had saved one icon aside for a roving recorder. It seems he'd been involved in previous parties and major productions. One little item he had in the garage was a remote controlled portable camera stand. It was even set up for zoom shots on the controls from several hundred feet away. I had to wonder if Bob wasn't getting a few Peeping Tom shots of several of his more illustrious and uninhibited neighbors the way he got so excited explaining things. The implications of such a devise had potential.
We kept Sue in the dark, getting together as usual for a little recreation, having our regular fuck and suckfest whenever the mood struck us. I'm sure as often as I was over, the neighbors must have thought I was a boarder. Our mini-parties allowed me and Bob to add to our collection of restraints and toys without Sue being the wiser. She was as happy as hell to receive all the attention and it seemed there were very few rest periods when Sue didn't have a cock stuck in her, whether down her throat, in her delectable pussy, up her ass or between those luscious tits of hers'. She had to tell her Mom that she had some sort of rash there on her chest because it was always a deep red from all the pecker tracks and cum burns. You only had to walk by Sue, run your hand over her ass and she was bending over, grabbing her ankles, offering whichever hole you desired. I knew I was going to have to do something about that for the party or else Sue would shortly be out of commission with a back ache.
She was perfectly conditioned for the stance we expected her in, her training being complete. It all came automatic; spread her legs, grab her ankles and open mouth, so that we could avail ourselves any time the urge struck. She really got into it in a big way way when she started acting like one of Pavlov's dogs, salivating so much that in a few moments in this position there was a puddle of drool rolling off those cock sucking lips onto the floor. More than once Bob and I couldn't resist the invitation and double-ganged her from each end.
One time we even tied her wrists to her ankles and left her there in the middle of the living room, only coming back for a little head when our cocks wilted. We made sure she was off to one side so that she wasn't blocking the TV set. That was the day of the playoffs for the Bowl Games and we had almost seven hours of nonstop action, both on the screen and in Sue.
Yeah it was going to be some party if I had anything to do with it! * * *
The night of the party it looked like we were having a trenchcoat or raincoat convention, with everyone dressed appropriately for the festivities. No sooner did they get in the door before they removed the covering and announce to the world that since it was a birthday party they came in their birthday suits. With a quick look around, cocks started rising and nipples protruded just seeing all the wonderful people who showed up. Saying that it was almost wall-to-wall assholes and elbows was an understatement. I immediately ushered the new arrivals over to the guestbook for a sign in with pertinent personal information (addresses, phone numbers, specialty talents, etc.) that might come in handy. Since I had only met most of these people conversing on the phone, I couldn't be sure if only the ones i talked to showed up. Party crashers at a little get-together like this were always welcome.