You couldn't cut the tension with a knife as we drove to the party. It was an exciting tension and both of us hardly spoke, not that we didn't want to, it was just that we had pretty much talked this situation through many times and had taken the preliminary steps and we were both comfortably excited as to what the evening would bring.
My wife Lynn looked fantastic and I couldn't keep from glancing over at her when ever I could, and knowing that before the night was through, I would probably be able to watch for the first time as she took another man! It had been the fantasy of ours for a long time, and many times we talked and role played during our love making; me getting hotter than hell pretending I was her second man that night. She made up a story of how she had bedded a neighbor or friend before I got home, and with all the details of what they did and how she felt while spreading her legs and took a load deep inside her! Afterward we would lie in each others arms and talked about how we would feel, and what it might mean to our relationship.
"It would simply be sex without love," we decided, and neither one of us was lacking for experience in that department before we were married.
The next logical step was when Lynn accepted an invitation from a client of her company, who comes to town occasionally and had always flirted with her. It so happened that I was out of town for a few days, and I gave myself a hand job in my hotel room as she told me some of the details over the phone! Like how, after a nice dinner, he took her for a walk in the park and they shared a joint (first time for her almost since college! And how he stood behind her while they were watching some fire works, reaching his arms around her and fondling her breasts while nuzzling into her neck and ears!
She had shyly declined his offer to make it right there, saying that his room would be much more comfortable! In retrospect, she told me she should have accepted the 'out-door' offer, as it was a gorgeous night, and the thought of someone maybe being able to watch them was a real turn on for her!
Now, here we were, on our way to a party at a secluded acreage just outside the city where friends had said that "Whatever you wanted to happen, could"; all one had to do was watch for the opportunity!
We followed the directions and soon were pulling into the drive of a very nice home with about a dozen vehicles parked in front. Soon we were ringing the door bell, and were met by a very handsome couple who welcomed us and introduced themselves as Fred and Monica; the hosts and owners of the home.
They pointed out where the bar, food and showed us where the rest of the guests were gathered. Men were dressed in their finest, and most of the women attired to show off their attributes.
Most folks were engaged in conversation, sipping drinks and obviously enjoying themselves. Others were dancing, and there was even a couple off in an adjoining area discreetly exploring each other with their hands, and mouths.
It wasn't long before the host couple came up and started a conversation with us. Within a couple of minutes Fred asked Lynn to dance, and taking his lead, I escorted Monica to the dance floor as well.
"Sure looks like everyone is enjoying your gathering," I commented, making conversation as much as anything.
"Oh yes," Monica replied, "and it will get a lot 'friendlier' as the evening goes on," she added with an interesting smirk on her face.
During the conversation that ensued, I mentioned that our friends who passed on our invitation (and had their plans to attend changed for them) had hinted that couples didn't necessarily stay together for the whole evening.
"Well," Monica replied, "If anyone leaves here without having shared intimate pleasures with someone they aren't married to, they do so by choice! Most of the people here have been in bed, or other places, with at least half of the other spouses, though there are a few couples that only play with their own!" The smile on her face assured me she wasn't making this up!
We kept dancing without saying anything for a minute or so, but I did feel her pull closer to me, and even felt her rub herself on my leg. She looked up at me and when I looked down to see what she was going to say, she reached up and kissed me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but it had all the impact of a serious invitation.
"Josh would you like me to show you around?" she asked, the sparkle in her eyes told me it would be a very scenic tour!
"Lead the way," I said and she took my hand and away we went. I glanced over at Lynn to let he know I was leaving the room, but she was already snuggled in to another man, and there was no sign of Fred!
We left the main dance floor hand in hand. Monica showed me all the rooms and amenities of their spread out home, and even shared which was room was better for what activity; the small room and bed for one on ones, and the king sized room for more people to participate. One larger room had two queen beds which she explained was for the orgies that occurred now and then!
Monica then issued me into a rather dimly lit room with a couple of arm chairs, a love seat and a stereo playing soft music. A bar fridge and end tables completed the furnishings. "There are two purposes for this room" she spoke in her 'Tour Guide' voice. "One purpose is for couples to get aquainted, and perhaps initiate some play."
"And the other purpose?" I inquired.
Without saying a word Monica walked to a door that I had assumed was either a linen or storage closet. She opened the door and motioned me to follow. It was dark, and once inside she closed the door and fumbled for what I was about to realize was drape strings. As the drapes parted they revealed a window to one of the bedrooms.
"This is one of my favorite rooms." There was a goodly amount of pleasure in her voice. "I sometimes come here alone, but often with a lover. We can watch other people make out from here". Her tone was now betraying a grin on her face as she again slid close to me, wrapping her arms around me and looking up for more kissing.
Our lips had no more that touched when my eye caught movement in the adjoining room. We both turned to see what it was, and both of us recognized Lynn as the woman, and the man was Mark, a friend of Monica and Fred. The window between the two rooms was actually a two-way mirror, so neither of them was aware of being watched. Lynn led Mark to the bed as he swung the door partially closed behind them.
