The infamous 16mm projector was already set up in the middle of the living room, and the screen was set on the hearth in front of the fireplace Carol helped Jess set out the buffet dinner that everyone would nibble way at all evening as their desires and need to refuel demanded. Tony set up a well-stocked bar with wine and beer, but he said they all avoided too much drinking of alcohol, because it "dampened their endurance." He said most of the guests would be drinking sodas or seltzer water all night.
Sure enough, at about 4:30, the other couples started arriving.
First were Jim Francis and his wife, Alice.
Jim was the exact opposite of Tony, blond and fair where Tony was dark, tall and lean where Tony was short and stocky. But, like Tony, Jim was clearly well-built, his muscles pulling the fabric at the chest and shoulders of his shirt snug, and his thighs making the legs of his trousers taut. Jim must have been six-feet six inches tall. Jim wore his hair in a crew cut, and had the chiseled jaw and lean face of a strong, rugged man. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he looked fit and healthy, so he seemed very attractive.
Alice Francis was what might later be called a trophy wife. Carol could see why the other men would be excited to have Jim and his wife in these parties. She was also tall, maybe five-ten, and slender. She had a full bosom, and was wearing a sort of harem-pants outfit with a bloused top that showed off her breasts without really revealing anything. Her flat midriff and smooth, toned back were left bare, and she what appeared to be mere slippers on her feet. She was a blond, too, like her husband, and her long, lustrous hair was a cascade of gold falling down her shoulders to the middle of her bare back. She had fashion-model looks, her face very lean with prominent cheek bones and a fine, slender nose. Carol almost wanted to fuck her herself.
Jim and Alice were introduced to Carol, and they got drinks and just chatted like it was the most normal of cocktail parties.
Next to arrive were the Wilsons and the Burkes, who came together in one car.
Jeff Wilson seemed a little older than the rest; he had the severe, serious gaze of a former Marine, which in fact, he was. Jeff had a prominent vertical scar over one eyebrow and down his cheek that Carol just thought was amazingly sexy. He, too, had his grey hair short, even shorter than Jim's crew cut, more like just a day's worth of stubble after shaving his head bald. Jeff was about Carol's height, but he was obviously much more massive, solid muscle - he clearly didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his well-defined body.
Jeff's wife, Judy reminded Carol instantly of Sheila, her friend and lover at college in Nebraska. Judy was much younger than her husband, about the age of the rest of the crowd, which was maybe eight to ten years older than Carol's twenty-one, and five to ten years younger than Jeff. Like Sheila, Judy was a tiny red-headed woman, but unlike Sheila, Judy's bust was very prominent, and she had dressed tonight to show it off, with a neckline so deeply cut that Carol thought her boobs might spill out at any second. Jeff was the first one to say anything sexual to Carol; with Judy holding onto his arm, he said in his low, soft voice that just melted Carol's heart, "Oh, Carol, you're just fantastically beautiful! I can hardly wait to see you naked!" After that comment, their conversation went on to normal small talk, leaving Carol in a dither, her cunt already almost dripping with anticipation.
Mike Burke was the joker of the crowd. He had a big, bushy mutton-chops moustache, made all the more outrageous by the sandy-red color of his hair. Mike was the only one of the men who had a full, bushy head of hair, kind of piled loosely on the top of his head and then just falling off the top onto his ears and neck. He looked like he was due for a haircut. Mike was heavily freckled and was the only one there (other than Carol, who was trying to figure out if anyone else was maybe wearing contacts) who wore glasses, which in Mike's case were big, attention-getting horn-rims. Mike was a naturally heavy-set man, maybe somewhat like her husband, John, but Mike looked like he was way more fit than John, and had enormous strength in his arms and torso. Mike was joking around with everyone as soon as he walked in the door with his wife, Gennifer.
Gennifer looked like the typical middle-class suburban housewife, what we now would call a soccer mom. She was dressed almost like Carol, in a button-down Oxford shirt under a snug sweater-vest, with a tweedy wool skirt, knee-high stockings and penny loafers. Gen looked like she had consciously dressed like a school girl to give Carol a run for her money. Gennifer's body was trim and compact like Carol's, and she seemed to Carol to move with the grace and agility of an athlete, as if under those clothes were well-developed, long swimmer's or runner's muscles. Well, Carol thought, I'll guess we'll see about that!
All told, there were four couples, plus, of course Carol. Nine beautiful specimens of the human race, gathered together for the specific purpose of fucking one another senseless for as long as they could. Carol could hardly wait. The sexy depravity of this situation was almost more stimulating that she could stand, and her cunt was literally leaking out onto her thighs in anticipation. But Carol couldn't quite see how the evening was going to transition from a normal dinner and cocktail party to the sex orgy she was looking forward to.
Her question was answered when she was standing at the serving counter between the kitchen and dining area, talking to Jess and Alice, who were setting out some canapés that Alice had brought. Suddenly, Carol felt a strong hand under her elbow, and Jeff leaned in to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Come with me, Carol."
Just like that.
Jeff led Carol back down the hallway to one of the back bedrooms -- not the master bedroom -- and when they were both inside, quietly closed the door. "Age has its privileges," Jeff said, unbuttoning his shirt. Carol caught on, and also started to remove her clothes.
"How old ARE you, sweetie?" Jeff asked, as he was stepping out of his pants while watching Carol like a hawk.
"A gentleman isn't supposed to ask that question," said Carol, as she removed her skirt and slip.
"Anybody say I'm a gentleman?" asked Jeff.
"Aren't you?"
"I guess you're about to find out," Jeff said, finally completely naked, standing there with a nice-sized cock with a good-sized hard-on rising out of a tangle of grey pubic hair.
Carol had removed everything but her brassiere and panties, and Jeff stepped over towards her, slipped one hand behind her back, and expertly squeezed his fingers across the fastenings there, and released her bra, which slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. Carol smiled, and finished undressing by slipping her panties down around her ankles.
"Shaved! I like that!" Jeff said, slipping his hand into her crotch. He hadn't asked, or kissed her, or anything else, he just reached down and started fingering her pussy. "I like it a LOT!"
Carol grabbed Jeff by his muscled shoulders and fell back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. As he landed on her body, they both felt her luscious breasts compress between them, and his rigid cock slide along her thigh. Carol was so ready to do this, to enjoy again the exciting allure of fucking another man than her husband just for the pure, carnal pleasure of it. The fact that she had to be secretive and sneaky to do this only made it all the better. And the idea of being at an all-night sex orgy without her new husband was the absolute topper. Carol was already on the verge of a climax just from the sinful idea of what she was doing.
