I'm not sure what this party is in celebration of, but there's free alcohol and food.
For the past six months my wife Michelle has been working for an up market real estate firm that specialises in commercial property. Big buildings and even bigger dollars go through this company on a regular basis.
Her boss Rachel, likes to throw parties for her staff and partners whenever the company closes a big sale. Mostly it's just a bunch of people standing around chatting, similar to a gathering with family you hardly ever see. You know faces, but don't remember names.
As always, the party is at Rachel's house. It's a very large art deco style house located at the top of a hill on a couple acres of land. The view looking out to the ocean is incredible, but the most amazing thing is the lights of the city skyline as you look across the bay at night.
We arrived at 5pm, about an hour before the first of many plates of finger food appear. Rachel greeted us at the door and introduced brother to us.
His name was Con and he was a short, slightly overweight Italian with a round face. I never thought of Rachel as Italian, but I guess it makes sense with her long dark hair and olive skin.
She is very good looking with her trim 5'6" body. Usually wears tight low cut tops t show off her ample breasts which would be a large C-cup. Guys stare at her cleavage constantly, but doesn't seem to care or notice. The one thing I do notice about her, is that she is always smiling.
My wife Michelle and Rachel act like they've known each other for years. Always laughing and joking around with each other. Most of the time at these parties, Rachel has a few drinks and corners me for half an hour telling me how great Michelle is.
Michelle is amazing... She's 5'3", with long blonde hair, naturally beautiful face and a perfect round ass. Her breasts are perky small A-cups with small pink dollar coin size nipples.
"Triple F mate! Her body is fit, firm and fuckable!" My very drunk bats-man said quietly to me at our wedding two years ago, "She's fucking perfect, you lucky bastard."
I've often fantasised about having a threesome with Michelle and Rachel, but that will never happen because Michelle is a bit of a prude with sex. She doesn't like to do anything that might be considered dirty or risqué, but she loosens up a bit after a couple glasses of wine. I know I'll get lucky tonight and that's why I make sure we never miss one of Rachel's parties.
Rachel talks for a while, but has to attend to her other guest. Con starts mixing some drinks at the bar and is obviously nervous around all these strangers, so chats to us for a while. We discover he is an unmarried 45 year old plumber who has taken a few weeks off work for a vacation. Con is a bit crass at times and says some things which could be considered sleazy, but he is genuinely a nice guy.
The drinks Con was mixing are colourful cocktails, I can hardly taste the alcohol so I go back to the beer. Rachel returns and starts chatting again while we all sit around the bar. Michelle and Rachel are loving Cons cocktail blends and now start asking for shooters.
"I'm going to mingle." I say to Michelle, leaving her at the bar drinking with Rachel and Con.
About an hour later, the food is out and people are generally having a great time. I look over at the bar where Michelle is standing in her pale yellow summer dress and white 7 Inch heels. In the right light, you can see her bra and panties through the thin fabric. Because the hem only goes half way down her thigh, when she turns the dress flips around with her and you can get a glimpse of her panties.
She is so sexy and I love that innocent look about her. The heels make her tanned legs look amazing and she always stands up straight with good posture.
Michelle is now at the bar Talking to Grant from her work. The sun is setting and shining an amber light which fills the room. From where I'm standing, her dress is almost transparent.
I can see Michelle's thong as she continues her conversation with Grant, a tall grey haired guy from the firm. He's a nice guy who loves his boats and water sports, but bores her because it's all he talks about.
Looking around the room I can see that Con has also noticed that Michelle is unaware of her exposed body. He's looking around erratically, presumably for me, but doesn't see me. Con then takes his phone out, aims it and appears to be taking some pictures.
Michelle is oblivious to this voyeurism, but Grant clearly sees Con. Instead of saying something to her, he moves around to her left still talking. Because she is engrossed in the conversation, her body naturally follows his movements. Before too long, Con has a perfect x-ray view of my wife standing in her matching navy blue lace underwear. As she sips on her cocktail, Grant and Con exchange knowing looks regarding the now see-through dress.
They're fun only lasts about 10 minutes as the sun passes and the darkness starts to set in. No sooner has Michelle and Grant finished their conversation do I see Con and Grant smiling in the corner. They look at something on Con's phone and chatting, then Grant pulls out his phone and looks at it and nods approvingly before shaking Con's hand with a huge grin.
I go to find Michelle, putting aside what I had just witnessed as nothing more than perving.
"Have you had anything to eat yet honey?" I ask Michelle as she comes out of the bathroom.
"No I've been talking, but I'll get something now" she said slurring her word a little. "Do they have any spring rolls?"
"Yep wait here, I'll get you some. " I said as I walk back to the food platters on the other side of the room.
I Filled a plate with some salad and spring rolls. Grabbed a bottle of water and turned around to see Con handing Michelle another cocktail. I was on the other side of the room so they couldn't see me, but I thought I would just hang back a bit.
Michelle was smiling as she spoke to Con. He was waving his hand about (as Italians do) and laughing as he spoke while she stood sipping the new cocktail. Con was touching her arms and grazing his hand at her sides as he told his stories. This is nothing unusual for most people, but this dude just spent a good 20 minutes taking photo's and perving on her.
I walked over and gave Michelle the plate of food. "Here you go sweetie."
"Yummmmy!" Michelle said in a little girl voice. "I'm sooo hungry."
She sat on a sofa nearby and ate from her lap while I had another brief chat with Con.
"How's your night Con?" I asked. "Enjoying yourself?"
""Good mate." He said with a big smile. "I'm having a great time considering I don't know anyone here."
"Yeah, it's hard at first but they're good group." I reassured him. "I like them."
I walked back to the bar, this time to spy on my drunk wife. I was fascinated at the attention she was getting and it was making me horny watching her being pursued.
Rachel bounced over to me with her big smile, laughing as she did. "A few of us are getting a cab into the city. Do you want to come?"
"The City?" I was confused as she hooked my arm and walked me to the front porch. "Why?
"We want to dance!" Rachel said in a high pitched voice. "Come with us. It'll be fun."
"No. I think I'll hang back here." I said dejected. "I may need to take Michelle home soon, she looks a little tipsy."
"Suit yourself, Piker." Rachel said laughing, as she kissed me goodbye and jumped into one of the waiting cabs with about 15 other people. I walked back to the door and made sure they all got off ok. I really wanted to go, but I needed to keep an eye on Michelle.
When I walked back inside, it was quite and there was only a couple people left. Michelle of course, Con, Grant and Max who looked about 60.
"No baby! He went with the others." I over heard Con's loud boisterous Italian voice coming from the dining room. "Grab a seat."
I asked myself what was going on, but soon realised that they thought I had left with the group.
"We're just going to play some cards to kill the time until the get back." Con was speaking again. "You know how to play five stud poker don't you?"
"Not really." I heard Michelle say as I creeped closer to the door. "I can play blackjack."
It was dark in the kitchen, so i stood in there and slowly opened the service window enough to see the four of them sitting at the end of the large 12 seater dining table.
Grant was at the far end on one corner, Michelle was on the other corner between Grant and Con who was at the end of the table. Max was sitting farther down next to Grant.
"None of us know how to play Blackjack baby." Con said confidently. "We'll just teach you the rules as we go."
Michelle smiled and nodded as Con began to deal the cards. Max walked out and came back a few minutes later with another round of drinks for everyone. He placed a cocktail in front of Michelle, which she pushed away shaking her head.
"No, no, no, no." Grant said laughing. "You can't play poker without having a good luck drink first. It's a tradition."
He lifted the glass to her lips and started to pour like she was a child. Michelle tried turning her head away to stop him, but the glass just followed her mouth until her head couldn't lean back any more. Grant slowly tilted the glass, pouring steady so she could swallow the drink without choking.
It was then I noticed that both Con and Grant each had one of her hands gripped tight at her side, which explains why she didn't just push the glass away again. Michelle was trapped and couldn't have stop them if she wanted to.
As Con was feeding her the last part of the cocktail, I watched as he pulled her hand into his crotch and began to rub it on the outside of his trousers. Michelle didn't notice because she was trying to catch her breath after having been forced to scull an entire cocktail. As Con put the empty glass back on the table she pulled her hand free to wipe the drips from her mouth.
"No more drink." She gasped for air. "I'm drunk as a skunk."
"You'd have a better scent than a skunk baby." Grant spoke closely in her ear as he wiped a drop of spilled cocktail from her chin. "I'd say more like perfume and honey."
Michelle blushed as she looked vacantly at the stack of cards. She was clearly not aware of what was happening and how they were obviously attempting to seduce her. I should have been upset and stopped it right there, but I was hooked and I wanted to see how far this would go.
"I reckon we should deal the first hand." Con said as the guys all looked at each other and smiled. "Michelle, are you ready for your first poker lesson?"
"This better not be strip poker." Michelle said suspiciously. "Because I'm not playing if it is."
