Chapter One

My wife Lisa, is a little more adventurous than I am, but I’m learning.

 

“Hey Baby, I’m home." I yelled when I walked into the kitchen from the garage. "What did you need?”

“Oh good,” Lisa yelled back, “We’re going to a party at Jamie and Jack Hanson’s and you need to hurry or we'll be late.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom putting on my finishing touches.”

I wove my way through the rooms toward the master bedroom. “Do we know the Hansons?”

“No, but we’re meeting Nicole and Robert there.”

“How come you didn’t say anything before about a party?”

I walked in to the bathroom where Lisa leaned over the vanity applying mascara around her beautiful steel blue eyes. She glanced at my reflection and smiled. “Hi, I didn't mention it before because I just found out about it.”

“I thought you said you’re finishing up?”

“I am.” After fluffing her reddish brown hair, she swung around. Leaning back against granite top, the cushions of her palms also resting there, she faced me. “Do I look nice?”

My eyes scanned down her fantastic 35-24-35 form on a svelte, five eight one hundred twenty pound frame and back up to the mischievous smile on her face. “Gorgeous, you should be a model, but you’re practically naked.”

Her blue eyes sparkled with a naughty twinkle, her lips pursing coquettishly. “You always say that. I am a model and I’m not practically naked. I’m wearing my polka dot bathing suit.”

“If you want to call it that. Color me stupid, but I don’t get it. We’re going to a party and you’re wearing a skimpy bikini?”

She giggled, then pointed at a translucent garment lying atop my vanity. “I’ll be wearing this too.” She picked it up and slipped her arms through the sleeves. “There. Is that better?” Before I could answer she pointed at me and continued. “You need to put your bathing suit on too. Hurry, or we’ll be beyond fashionably late.”

My confusion multiplied by the second. “We’re going to a party in bathing suits? What kind of party is this?”

“A fun one I hope.” She strutted up and wrapped her arms around me. I felt a stirring in my groin. “It’s a rock and roll oldies and pool party. Now, go and change.”

“Wait a minute. I know we live in a mild climate, but it’s still cold out there.”

She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and kissed it. “Don’t be such a worry wart.”

I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to carry her in the bedroom, take what few clothes she had on, off and…

“Their pool is indoors and heated.”

“What about food? I haven’t eaten since lunch?”

“They’ll have food and drinks there.” She pulled away and turned me toward the bedroom, “It’ll be a lot of fun so let’s get going.”

 

The Hanson residence consisted of a huge Georgian style mansion on a large wooded lot in an exclusive part of town. We pulled up to the front, slightly embarrassed in our four year old Toyota Camry. The attendant directed us around to the right side. “Folks please pull around to the side. The entrance to the party is through the conservatory. An attendant will park your car.”  

Lisa wore only a cover up over her scanty bikini, and I, a Hugh Hefner style, satin smoking jacket over my swimming trunks. Together we made a dash to the conservatory through the cool early spring air. An attractive woman, dressed as a domestic, greeted us and offered to take our wraps. After handing her our wraps, she asked, “And will you be leaving your bathing suits with us?”

My jaw dropped in shock. Lisa turned a little red, but avoided eye contact. I looked back toward the woman. “Excu-use me?”

“Your bathing suits. Bathing suits are optional at these parties.” She winked at me. “After all, they only get in the way.”  She chuckled sardonically.

That should have been my first clue, but I rambled on, “No, thank you. We’ll be keeping our dignity on,” I insisted.

My hand wrapped around Lisa’s thin arm as we walked into a beautiful setting of trees, plants, flowers and exotic vegetation. Ambient lighting was supplied only by thousands of tiny lights wrapped around tree trunks and trellises along with several colored floods shinning upward on the more exotic foliage. In the distance, I heard the old classic rock song ‘Louie Louie’ playing.

I whispered in Lisa’s ear, “Did you know about this ‘bathing suits optional’ rule?” as we approached two couples, one sans their bathing suits, who conversed animatedly. 

Lisa still avoided looking at me. Maybe it was because there was so much else to look at, unfolding before our eyes, the further we advanced into the conservatory. We stared at a naked couple off the pathway as we slowly passed them. He appeared to be in ecstasy, leaning against a huge boulder while she, stooped on bended knees, stroked and sucked upon his happy appendage. I couldn’t help it. I started to get hard. I suddenly imagined I was that lucky fellow. I wondered if he knew her or if she was just a partygoer.

Lisa finally quipped, “Nicole mentioned that bathing suits were optional, but I never imagined…”

As we moved along, the music, currently ‘The Midnight Hour,’ grew louder. The pathway swung to the right and as we turned the corner we saw two things. Through a large open doorway and a thick haze of fog-like mist, some of which escaped through doorway, was the Olympic sized pool with at least a two dozen mostly naked, frolicking occupants. To our right was a beautiful lady lying on a park-like bench. Her long blonde hair swept over and down the armrest. She was slender and naked, one long shapely leg draped over the backrest, while the other rested on the ground. Her eyes were closed and sounds of pure pleasure seeped from her lovely, full lips. A tattoo of a tiny butterfly adorned the cleavage of her left breast and nipple rings pierced each long, hard, pink nipple.

I suddenly had an urge to suck on a nipple ring. Past her lovely breasts in the center of her provocatively rounded abdomen, a pearl teardrop pendant dangled from her navel. My gaze followed her feminine arms, which ran toward her hairless mons, where her fingers dug into a hairy object—a man’s head—which partially hid another tattoo. We paused and gaped at the salaciously involved couple, intrigued. My dick now stood at attention and from her body language, I could tell Lisa’s was too. Well, you know what I mean.