"How'd you like to get hold of that?" Roger Goins asked as he stirred his fresh drink.
Roger was one of those guys who always talked about strange pussy, but never seemed to make an attempt to get any. He was too pussy-whipped by his wife, Elaine, to take a chance.
Me, I was on the look out all the time—but so was my wife, Shirley. It took about fifty years and four marriages for me to learn that a woman who liked to fuck all the time—the only kind I wanted to be married to—was going to fuck somebody else every now and then. So here I was at sixty, on my fifth marriage, with a forty-two year old sex-pot who liked to swing. But that was okay with me, because I always knew who she was fucking when she wasn't fucking me. Plus, the guys she chose all had wives for me, most of them really nice looking and hot as hell. Those of us who swapped kept it secret from Roger and Elaine. Elaine would probably have been all for it, but Roger was too insecure for anything like that.
I looked around and saw the pretty, young brunette to whom Roger was referring about twenty feet away talking to a young man. She was standing with most of her weight on one leg which caused her left buttock to jut out to the side, stretching her short black skirt tight across her round little ass. The only way she could have given us a better view would have been to moon us. "Man, that's two minutes and a heart attack," I replied, awestruck. "Who is she?"
"Don't know her name, but they just moved into the neighborhood. Newlyweds. Married yesterday and leaving on their honeymoon Monday. That's her husband she's talking to. Guess ol' Pete spied her and invited them to his party. Bet you he gets drunk and makes a pass at her before the night is over," Roger laughed.
"Yeah, he'll run some porno tapes after while and then be all over her. Have her husband pissed by about ten," I speculated only half joking. "Damn, she likes to show that thing off doesn't she. Can't be a day over twenty-two. Be fun to see if she squirms a little, gets those panties wet, when Pete runs his tapes."
"She's probably never seen a porn flick. It may get interesting tonight," Roger laughed.
I walked over to where the couple were standing, leaned my head in close and said in a low conspiratorial voice, "Aren't we young folks glad we came to party with this bunch of old farts?" They both laughed and I introduced myself. "I'm Frank Thompson. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood and tell you how happy we all are that you came to the party."
"Good to meet you, Frank, I'm Jeff Erickson and this is my wife Jill," the young man replied in an overly friendly voice, happy to have someone to talk with. He didn't look any older than she.
"That sexy blonde over there in the green dress is my wife, Shirley. I'll introduce you in a minute, in fact I'll introduce you all around. But first we have some important business to take care of. When a new couple joins us, I always initiate them with a tequila shot, so come on over to the bar and let's get the formalities out of the way."
"I'm game if you are, honey," Jeff said to Jill.
"Sounds good to me. Lead the way, Frank," Jill replied with good-natured enthusiasm. She seemed relieved to learn that it would be all right to loosen up a bit. The one shot became two, then Roger broke out some champagne and the four of us toasted their marriage. I mixed us a screwdriver to carry and began to introduce them around, placing my hand on Jill's back at every opportunity. Most young women, considering an old codger like me harmless, let me get away with much more than they ever allowed from a young man and I seldom failed to take advantage of the fact. Sometimes it paid off, too. Every once in a while I could sneak up on one before she realized there was danger.
After I told a few mildly off color jokes, Jill loosened up, telling me a couple of her own, more racy than mine. Soon she was touching me on the arm and leaning against me. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would feel comfortable with my arm around her. She obviously enjoyed an older man's attention and if my judgment proved correct, she was one of those hot blooded women, like I had married, who was always ready and could never get enough sex. I felt that there was a possibility I could get her into the sack. I figured my chances—probably not tonight, but sometime—at one in five or so.
Spying Roger alone at the bar, I walked over and said, "Tell you what, you get hubby drunk and I'll fuck Little Miss Newlywed Mini Skirt before midnight."
"You are kidding. Goddamn, she's a newlywed, Frank, and not even half your age. You're good, but you aren't that good," he said shaking his head.
"Bet you a green fee and cart," I challenged as I mixed myself a very weak scotch.
"You crazy son-of-a-bitch, you're on," he replied in disbelief.
Roger managed to get Jeff away from us and had him well on the way to becoming shit faced by ten. Shirley was enjoying herself, flirting with a couple of the guys and probably thought I was laying the ground work to bring this young couple into the fold. If by some chance things did work out, Shirley could fuck Jeff and pass him around if she wanted, but I wasn't sharing Jill with anybody.
The music had been turned up and a lot of people were dancing. Jill had gotten a pretty good buzz going and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself dancing with the guys and chatting with the women. She apparently liked being with an older group.
"I need to run next door and get a bottle of Scotch," I told Jill, "Be back in a minute."
"I'll be here if I don't have to take Jeff home. He's getting pretty drunk," she laughed.
"He'll be all right," I replied, "let him enjoy himself and you do the same. If he passes out, they'll just put him in a bedroom upstairs and no one will think a thing about it. He won't be the only one, tonight, I promise you," I laughed, then said, "Now don't run off."
"I'll be here," she replied.
Next door, I put my steamiest porno tape into the VCR and cued it up to an especially hot scene where the girl really gets worked over by a well hung stud and it's obvious that she isn't acting. Grabbing a bottle of DeWars, I hustled back to the party.
I searched Jill out and said, "Well, I'm glad to see you didn't go home and leave me to deal with this crowd by myself."
She laughed and said, "No, I've decided to take your advice and let Jeff unwind. We've been really busy the last several weeks, with the wedding and moving too. Both of us need to relax a little. He and Roger seem to have really hit it off and I think he's fallen in love with your wife."
