Matt arrived home from work and they barely spoke. They discussed going to the party and agreed they would go around 8:30 p.m. but that was all. Jane was still feeling slightly tipsy from the afternoon drinks with Nancy and she was mulling over in her mind the things that Nancy had told her. Imagine me, living in this miniature Sodom and Gomorra. Who'd believe it… all the time we've been living here and never involved in any of this swapping business… we'll just see just wait and see.
Jane dressed carefully for the party. She selected a long black summer dress with a halter neckline that showed off her voluptuous figure to advantage. She had never worn the dress before. She had purchased it one day when she was feeling rather depressed but afterwards had been embarrassed about wearing anything with such a bold cut. The dress barely covered the full rounded mounds of her ample breasts and she was not wearing a bra. She brushed her shining straight golden hair and adjusted the top of the dress a bit. It still revealed a deep cleavage but she suddenly got angry again, squared her shoulders and said to hell with it, I'm wearing it anyway, no matter what Matt thinks. She put on a pair of gold earrings, gave her hair a final flip with the comb and marched defiantly into the living room.
"Ready, Matt?" she asked.
"Yeah… " he said. His eyes drank in his young wife. He had never seen her look so sensational. She looked like a model… a sexy lingerie model. He could see by the way her jaw jutted out that she was just waiting for him to make the wrong comment. Well, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He was tired of the fighting and was just going to try and have a good time.
They rode down in the elevator in silence. By the time they reached the pool area the party was in full swing. Luau lights were strung around the pool area and stereo speakers were set up playing dance music; Matt and Jane walked across the courtyard together and then went their separate directions.
"You look fabulous, tonight," Larry Leyton said, running his eyes over his pretty blonde neighbor's youthful form.
"Uhhh, thanks," Jane pulled the front of the dress she was wearing a little closer in front, attempting to cover the soft rounded cleavage glaringly apparent above her deep-necklined evening dress. She wished she'd worn something more demure… anything but the spectacular black dress she had rebelliously picked to spite her husband.
She tried to distract herself from the burly older man by looking out at the pool and the moonlight dancing across the water but she couldn't.
"Want to dance, honey?" Larry asked.
"Sure, but I'd like another drink, first.
"Coming right up!" Larry said, his eyes riveted to the neckline with the revealing cleavage, despite her efforts to cover herself up.
They had another drink together and it seemed that the older man's hands were stroking and pulling at her young body, a lot.
They danced a slow one and Larry held her very close. He's kind of a leach, Jane thought. But then, perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the fresh air, the young blonde was finding herself more positively disposed toward Nancy Leyton's husband than she had been before. Beneath his loudness, he seemed to have a generous, fun-loving nature. She sensed that his lewd remarks and the way he looked at her weren't serious attempts to seduce her. They seemed made out of habit, almost his way of being friendly.
Some loud rock music was coming over the speakers now and Jane tried to focus her eyes through the dim light and could see a young woman dancing both suggestively and wildly. Jane could hardly believe the woman's gyrations. It was hard to decide whether what she was doing was basically salacious or artistic. To Jane, it seemed as if the dancer's hips were on steel ball bearings as she twirled and undulated her buttocks in an obscene semblance of copulation.
"God, what a dancer… I've never seen her here before, does she live in this building?"
"I don't think so… she's sure something, though!" Larry replied.
Through the dancers, Jane's eyes came to rest on her husband. He was over by the bar with Mona and Jeff Allan, talking and laughing.
Jane could see that Mona was between the two men and that she was dressed even more provocatively than usual. She was wearing a midriff revealing halter top and a. pair of short white shorts: Her shorts barely covered her panties and the top barely covered anything. She moved on and Jane could see her firm young buttocks outlined beautifully. No man could look at her without one thought coming to his mind. Only one image, one word came to Jane's mind: Fuck!
But now she could see Jeff Allan walking by himself and Mona was hanging all over Matt as though he were her date for the evening.
"Why that creep… look at him with Mona… why, I ought to divorce him right now!"
"Don't be childish, Janie… you're here talking to me aren't you… what's the difference?"
"It is different… she's openly trying to get him!" Jane spluttered.
"Is that right," Larry drawled with a bemused expression on his face. ". our little Mona sure has got all the right equipment, all right."
A withering look from Jane cut him off momentarily. Larry gulped his drink and turned away. "Look why don't we go upstairs for a drink, you and Matt can fight it out later."
Larry finished his drink, but Jane grabbed his arm as he started to walk away. "Oh no, you don't. I wouldn't leave here for anything. I'm going to see just how much Matt Lange thinks he can get away with."
"Okay, but at least let me go over there and get some more drinks."
Jane hardly heard him. She was too busy watching the brunette move across the floor with her ripely rounded breasts pressed against Matt Lange's side. Below his arm around her waist, her smooth globular buttocks were wiggling and shaking at every man they passed. She had a way of swinging her hips that showed she knew how to get male attention, and loved every minute of it. The couple, followed by Jeff Allan, approached one of the tables on the other side of the pool, Matt Lange pulled out a chair for the dark-haired woman and helped her to be seated.
This last gesture really made Jane seethe. God, he acts like a lazy slob at home, but now when we're out he acts like a prep school graduate with someone else!
Larry Leyton returned with the drinks. "Here we are, sweetheart," he said as he approached with the two scotches and two sodas. "This should calm you down a bit."
"I'll drink it straight… skip the soda." Jane said defensively. Her eyes seemed glued to the other side of the pool where the Allan's and her husband were toasting each other. Jeff Allan got up and started dancing with the gyrating young woman who was the stranger at the party. He didn't bat an eye as his wife, Mona, leaned over to Matt Lange and flirtatiously played through his sandy hair with her fingers.
Ok, Janie," Leyton said, holding the bottle of soda upraised over Jane's glass. "Are you sure you don't want some mixer? I've never seen you drink straight scotch before."
"What makes you think I can't," Jane barked, still not looking at him. "I'm not a teenager, you know!"
"Okay, honey, you asked for it," Leyton set down the soda and pushed Jane's glass of straight scotch over in front of her. "Just don't come crying to me when you wake up in the morning."
Jane didn't respond. She was watching as Mona Allan leaned toward Matt, giving the young husband a good look at her lushly swelling breasts. It was obvious from the excited glint in his eyes that Matt Lange had forgotten about Jane on the other side of the pool.
Jane kept staring at the table with her husband and Mona. She drained her glass and absentmindedly picked up Larry's and started drinking his too! She gulped deeply at the drink, then choked. Gasping, she tried not to show her discomfort as the burning liquid shot down her throat, but it was impossible. She never drank straight scotch before, and the liquor slammed into her stomach like hot acid.
Larry turned his head from the sputtering young blonde and directed his attention back to the dance area. The dancers seemed to get wilder and wilder and then he noticed Mona rising up from her chair.
"How about a midnight swim, everyone?" she called out.
"In the nude, Mona?" a male voice called out.
"Of course," she said kittenishly. "Is there any other way?"
"Of all the nerve!" Jane muttered with obvious surprise, and took another deep gulp of scotch, this time without choking. Despite her initial difficulty, she warmed quickly to the drinking. Having finished off her glass now as well as Larry's, there was a pretty flush to her cheeks and a soft looseness to her movements, the only evidence so far of the large amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the day and over the evening.
She asked Larry to get her another drink and he immediately complied. Nancy had told him about Jane's visit this afternoon and he knew she was having a rough time of it with Matt. If booze was going to help her get through the evening, he was glad to oblige.
Larry glanced at Mona gyrating on the other side of the pool. She was a striking beauty in any crowd with her jet black hair, thick and curling, crowning her head and face magnificently. Her skin was a lovely luminous white, soft and warm looking. The only time Mona spent at the pool was after dark.
Conversations were stopping around the party as the music began to play a really fast rock beat and Mona Allan's body began gyrating slowly to the grinding rhythm. As she danced, her shorts seemed to ride higher up on her white buttocks, giving the wide-eyed crowd teasing glimpses of her white bikini panties. Mona didn't miss a beat as the music played faster and faster. She bent over from her waist as she flailed her arms in the night air, her full sensuous breasts shifting and swaying, ready to escape from her halter top at any moment.
For Jane's sake, Larry didn't mean to watch but he found the brunette's appeal magnetic. Mona had every man at the party hypnotized with her wild swirling and shimmying, her long black hair tossing from side to side as she ground her sensually alluring body in perfect time with the rock music.
Even the couples that were dancing were stepping to the side, the men leering and their wives gaping in wide-eyed disbelief at the abandoned performance the young woman was giving them. Mona seemed transported to another world by the blaring music, her eyes closed while her body moved to the uninhibited beat with the effortlessness of a born dancer.
"Thought you were skinny-dipping?" someone called from the back and several others laughed.
"Give Mona a chance."
"Take it off, baby," a lewd male voice sounded above the loud music.
"Yeah, let's see a little real action."
"Let's see that ass!' another drunken male voice called out and they all laughed. Several people applauded and one whistled.
Someone took up the chant. "Take it off, take it off"
Mona's eyes snapped open at that.
Jane gaped openmouthed at the spectacle. She had never been to one of these kind of parties before. This must be what everyone talked about!
Mona reached behind her hair and opened her top from the halter ties, bucking them back and forth with the kind of obscene polished motion one doesn't learn at a dancing school. Slowly, she let her top fall all the way down to her slim and molded waist.
"Ooowweee," the crowd gasped as they saw her large quivering breasts thrusting nakedly forward. They stood resilient and free in all their splendor, a dazzling, milky-white in the moonlight, except for the small pink nipple buds in the center. As she continued dancing, bucking her hips, the fleshy mounds jiggled and trembled, looking like puffballs of fresh cream.
The partygoers roared again. The pounding music and Mona's body gyrating in half-nakedness were driving the onlookers into a drunken frenzy. The music was playing now at full volume and the swirling brunette's dancing became even more abandoned.
"Now the shorts, Mona… and then in the pool," someone called out, his voice barely audible over the noise.
The gaping crowd was jamming so tightly in a circle around the pool they were almost falling in. Mona waited until the tension was so high you could almost see it, then began wriggling her ripely molded buttocks while she pulled at her zipper to work the skimpy shorts down over her hips. The shorts slid with a rush to the cement and Mona stepped out of them and continued dancing, her mouth slightly open as she breathed deeply and the tip of her little red tongue protruded obscenely.
All eyes flew to the single remaining garment, the tiny white panties. Soon they would be off and she would be before the partygoers completely naked. Her fingers played with the elastic waistband of the soft flimsy material, slowly pushing it down, then raising it back up again deliberately tantalizing the crowd. She continued to roll them down, her eyes shut dancing more quietly now, until her panties were nothing more than a lewd G-string. She turned her back so that everyone could see her rounded white buttocks slowly being exposed as she teasingly rolled the panties down. The scanty sheer white material bunched up and eventually slipped down past the shadowy crevice of her buttocks, leaving her nakedly swaying ass-cheeks revealed as lovely half moons.
It was too much for one of the neighbors. It looked like Bob Weston. With a low moan, he grabbed for her pussy hair, but the. brunette danced away coolly. She ground her pelvis lewdly at him, bringing another lewd laugh from her friends and neighbors.
Jane watched in disgust as her old high school friend danced wantonly back and forth at pool side. Taking a deep breath that made her lush young breasts leap up and hold their pose, Mona flaunted her hips while her pelvis rolled and undulated as if it were floating in warm liquid oil. There was something. shameful, bold, sensual, primitive, and terribly exciting about it. She stalked brazenly back and forth in front of the whole party, her body quivering with a wild passion, her eyes glazed with lust, her smooth ebony hair flowing, and a sensuous smile on her face. No one around the pool said anything now. If it hadn't been for the music, a pin could have been heard in the still night air. Even Leyton, who had tried to ignore the lewd exhibition for Jane's sake, felt his cock stiffening into full erection.
Jane slugged down the last of her scotch, despite the fact that the crowd of her neighbors around Mona were beginning to look fuzzy. Through her alcohol-dimmed eyes, she barely made out her husband Matt.
What's she got that I haven't, Jane thought drunkenly. I'm just as good a dancer as she it.
She grabbed the table edge for support and climbed unsteadily to her feet, but suddenly the room began to spin.
"Watch it, Janie," Larry shouted over the music. "You're in no condition to go anywhere… sit down… I'm going to get you some coffee.
Leyton walked over to the portable bar they had set up for the party. He was just about to pour a cup of coffee from the urn when he heard a shout. He turned quickly and saw Janie lurching into the crowd.
Larry almost dropped the cup through his fingers when he saw his young neighbor moving into the circle. She had slipped from her seat, as soon as he got up for the coffee. Now she was in the circle with Mona and she wasn't wasting any time catching up with her either.
Drunkenly, Jane untied her black dress and let it fall to her waist and in a moment the large enticing mounds of her breasts bounced free, her jutting nipples like two tiny buds swelling into hardness as all eyes shifted to her.
"I'm going in the pool, now," Mona shouted laughing at the young Jane fumbling with her clothes. She dived straight in the side and others began fumbling with their clothes as well, as. they stripped off and jumped into the kidney-shaped pool.
"What do you think you're doing?" Larry grabbed her around her knees.
"Leave her alone… let her dance." some of the others called during the confusion.
"Let me go… let me go." Jane shouted, digging her nails into Larry's back as her strongly built neighbor managed to pick her up and carry her. She kicked arid clawed as he pushed his way through the crowd of laughing neighbors, the amazed partygoers finally moving aside as he carried her across the courtyard. With her still squirming and twisting, he maneuvered past the stunned security guard and over towards the building elevators.
He dropped her still fighting to the ground on her feet, her ripe young breasts tossing nakedly as she pushed at him.
Over his shoulder Larry saw Matt moving around the pool but just then Mona reached up out of the water and grabbed him by the leg and pulled him in fully clothed.