Part 1: Sherry and Peter are Initiated
When Alex invited me to his party I accepted without reservation. He had a reputation for throwing the best parties in town, although I did not believe some of the darker rumors. "And bring that cute wife along too." He added as he walked away. I knew that Sherry would be thrilled as well since we had not been out in quite a while.
"Sure." I replied to his receding back.
Later that day I ran into Bob in the hallway. He was one of the first people to talk to me when I started working for the company about 9 months ago and someone I considered a friend. "So, Alex finally invited me to one of his famous parties." I informed him.
"You mean infamous," he chuckled, "enjoy yourself Peter."
"I will." I assured him. "Sherry and I have not been out for quite a while, what with all the over-time we have both been doing lately."
"Wait. You're taking your wife?"
"Sure, why not?" I asked.
"Well, sometimes his parties get pretty wild I hear." he replied.
Sensing some concern I pressed him. "I thought they were really well put on affairs, catered and all. Haven't you been to a couple? What happened?"
"Oh, yeah, the ones I went to were top-shelf; good food and booze. They got a bit rowdy later in the evening, but nothing out of control. A gal got thrown in the pool - by her date I think. The normal amount of drunkenness, some groping, but," he trailed off.
"What?" I prompted.
"I've heard that sometimes things go a lot further than that." he said.
I hesitated, thinking about what he had said. Neither my wife nor myself were exactly angels when we were younger. Sherry and I dated back then on and off and I was at a couple of pretty wild toga parties with her and she has told me about a couple of other wild nights that I wasn't present for. So I felt that we could probably handle just about anything that could happen at a party where a bunch of my coworkers would be at. "I think we'll be OK. Alex wouldn't have invited her if he was planning strippers or something. Besides, we can always leave if we get out of our comfort zone." I reasoned.
"OK, just don't say you weren't warned."
"Oh, you are just jealous that you weren't invited this time." I teased.
"Just keep a eye on your wife. Some of his friends have roaming hands." he cautioned. "I always do." I answered confidently.
That night when I told Sherry about the invitation she was ecstatic. I had told her about Alex's high-end parties before and she had been hoping that we would eventually be invited to one. She had even suggested that I "buddy up" to Alex in order to speed things up, but I told her indignantly that I would not kiss up to anybody just to get invited to a party. Actually I had tried to socialize with Alex a number of times, but he was pretty cool towards me, so I had given up.
"Why did he invite you now, out of the blue?" Sherry wondered.
"I don't know for sure, maybe it has to do with the way I handled that big problem in our current project." I speculated. "I had a number of people who have been there a lot longer than me say that they could never have found and fixed the problem that quickly."
But whatever the reason we were invited and it was only 4 days away. That didn't leave us much time to arrange a sitter, especially one that could potentially stay overnight if necessary (like if we got too wasted to drive home and had to sack out in one of Alex's 3 extra bedrooms). Alex had said to dress casually, but Sherry insisted on buying something new.
Finally Friday night was upon us and when Sherry came down the stairs she was stunning. Even at 28 years of age and after having two children she still managed to maintain her figure and weighed only a few pounds heavier than on our wedding day. She had on a peach silk shirt with a plunging neckline that showed plenty of her 34C cleavage thanks to what looked like a minimal, frilly bra. For the rest of her outfit she had on tight-fitting designer jeans that fit her curvy bottom well. I didn't see any panty lines when she turned around in response to my twirl gesture, so I knew she must have had on thongs. "I thought you didn't like thongs. Said they were too uncomfortable."
"I don't and they are, but the panty lines are horrible in these," she answered as she looked over her shoulder at her ass, "and I really like the way these look on me now."
"I do too." I said as I put my finger on her ass and making a sizzling sound. "You are one hot babe!"
She slapped my hand away playfully, "I'm glad you approve." she giggled.
"Oh yeah, you are definitely going to turn some heads."
"I only want to turn yours." she replied as she headed towards the door to go pick up Beverly, her youngest sister, who was going to sit for us.
"Which head?" I asked.
"Both!" she fired back as she headed out the door, putting a smile on my face. This was going to be a great night.
We could hardly believe what a big house Alex owned. We knew it was in a nicer neighborhood, but it still surprised us given that he was only a mid-level manager at my company. "Too bad it's still a little too cool out to use the pool." Sherry commented. I grunted my agreement, a picture of my wife in a little bikini flashing though my mind.
Alex answered the door and flashed us a big smile. "Hey glad you could make it! Wow," he said looking Sherry up and down, "You are as beautiful as Dave said."
Sherry blushed. "Thanks." was all she could stammer.
"OK," he continued, "Here are the house rules: eat and drink as much as you want, but no drugs. If you can't drive home you are invited to crash here -- I have plenty of beds."
"No problem there." I replied.
"The last one is this: we have boys nights and girls nights. On boys nights the party games are a little more male oriented and the girls can't refuse to play one if their date wants them to and vice versa on girls nights." He explained.
"OK, a little different, but I'm in." I said looking at my wife.
"Which is it tonight?" she asked.
"Oh no, you have to agree with the rules first." he answered.
"All right, I agree." she relented.
"Then I can tell you that we flipped a coin earlier and it is boys night."
"Figures." Sherry retorted.
"No worries," I said as put my arm around her shoulders, "We are going to have a great time."
"I'm sure we all will." Alex said and led us out of the foyer.
It looked like the party was just getting started when Alex ushered us into the main spacious living room. He introduced us to some of his friends that I didn't know and showed us where the food and drink was located. He was a great host.
People continued to flow in and we had a good time. The food was fabulous and the bar well stocked. Most of the games were pretty tame. There were only a couple that I had to "order" Sherry to play. One was kind of a 'Truth or Dare" poker game. It was like strip-poker but instead of removing clothing (darn), you had to take a card from a small deck of note-cards. There was one deck for 'boys' and another for 'girls'. Each card had either a question on it that you had to answer truthfully, or a dare that you had to perform. I was a pretty good poker player, but my wife wasn't, so I thought it could be a fun game. Two other couples that we had only met that night also decided to play.
The game was fun, but not quite as risque as I was hoping. It was enlightening to find out that Sherry had once lost at strip poker (I'll have to ask her about that one sometimes) and it was fun to watch her get kissed by one of the other women, oops, girl. It was only a quick kiss, but it made my cock twitch. All and all everybody seemed to have fun and even Sherry seemed to enjoy it by the time it was finished.
We mingled for a while and got separated. While I was looking for my wife I ran across a game room. Inside three guys were starting up a trivial pursuit game and asked if I wanted to play. Some people think this is a lame game, but I like it and I'm pretty good, so I sat in with them. It turned out they were good friends of Alex and came to most of his parties. Brian and Johnny came stag and Marc's date left early, so they decided to start up a game. They seemed like decent guys and time passed quickly.
By the time Sherry found us I was in the lead by one pie-wedge and only needed two more to win. "Hi babe, come over and give me some luck".
She came over and stood beside me and saying, "You could find a Trivial Pursuit game in a desert."
So she stood there sipping some wine and chit-chatting with everybody as I played and occasionally rubbed her ass on the QT. Then I got onto a hot-streak, answering five questions correctly in a row and getting my next pie-wedge. "Only one to go." I announced.
"No fair" objected Brian, "You have a good luck charm."
"Nah, it's skill man, pure skill." I replied.
"Oh yeah? Then you won't mind if your wife comes over and stands by me?" he asked.
"No problem. But it won't help your game." I answered. "Go ahead." I said to Sherry and gave her butt a pat.
"Well!" she said in a fake huff, "Then I think I will just go over there" and walked around the table to stand by Brian.
