"So what's the dress code for an orgy?" I asked Debby. "I haven't talked to Jerry since we had that dinner." The next day, Jerry had gone for a week to a convention. An accountant's convention, now that must be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn't know Jerry or accountants as well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things out.
I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. "Supposed to be informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear. They tend to get lost or mixed up."
"Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?"
"Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year's they make dressier. And in October the party is in costumes."
"Costumes?"
"Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack, and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman."
"That would be interesting."
Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby laughed and put on her robe. "Save it for later."
I snorted. "One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one of you is going to be on the rag."
"We're all on the pill and we synchronized."
"Huh?"
Debby shook her head and gave me her exasperated "Men!" look. "They hold these, uh, things, every four weeks. And all birth control pills have twenty-eight day cycles."
"So?"
"So, by ending a cycle early, you can induce an early period and change the cycle. Haven't you ever noticed that when we go away together, I'm never menstruating?"
"Uh, I guess not." Another look.
We left the bathroom to dress. I slipped on some khaki slacks, a light dress shirt, and some loafers. No socks, no shorts. Debby took forever trying to decide what to wear, before settling on a light sundress. Very pretty, it had a tube top with tiny straps that tied at the shoulders. Below the waist it hung loose to the knees. Excellent view of her cleavage, and easily lifted. I know. I've lifted it often. A personal favorite. She sat to put on some ankle strapped, high heeled sandals.
"How are my folks?" I asked. Earlier, Debby had taken the boys over to my parents for the weekend. We'd pick them up on Sunday, by which time my parents would be run ragged, and Debby and I would have fucked each other ragged.
"Oh, okay. Same as always." She looked up at me. "You'll never believe what I found at their place."
"What?"
"A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your mom's and dad's!"
"Now where'd you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?"
"I'm serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the cushions. So I pulled it out. I couldn't believe it!"
"So'd you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?" I laughed deeply.
"Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard her come back in and I stuffed it back down in the chair. Jimmy, it was huge. I mean, it was as big as any that we've got." She looked up at me as I smiled. "Well, you're taking this much better than I would have thought."
"What, that my parents have sex? Honey, where'd I come from, the stork?" I leaned back against my dresser and watched Debby dress. "Hey, I've known my parents fucked since I was Little Jimmy's age. They have a very active sex life. Very."
"I never would have guessed, to look at them."
I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy, wrinkled and gray. "I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. So one night, I couldn't sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad's telling her how to blow him, Mom's telling him how to eat him, they're both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!"
"God! You're kidding!"
"Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my mom? Never!" I laughed. "Then I figured out that I wouldn't be around otherwise, and said so what."
"Wow!"
"One time my mother was talking to Sis. Dad was having some prostate trouble, and the doctor thought they might have to operate. So my sister the nurse tells her about the procedure, and about the odds for impotency. Mom just says, real quiet, 'We wouldn't like that.'"
Debby laughed at that. "He's all right, though."
"Oh, sure. Problem went away."
Debby stood and we went downstairs. She said, "I just can't see your parents screwing. Or mine. At least when Dad was alive."
I laughed again. "Yeah, well I saw your mom last week."
"Oh? I talked to her yesterday, and she didn't say anything."
"She didn't see me."
"So why didn't you say hello? I thought you liked my mother?"
"I do." And I do. They say before you marry a woman, take a close look at her mother, because that's who'll she'll look like in twenty years. So Debby's going to look real nice. Debby's mom is only mid-fifties, and built like Debby. Nice legs, slim waist, big tits. Pretty face and has grayed quite nicely. "But she really wasn't in the mood for family." Debby's dad had died a few years previously, rather young.
"Why? Where was she?"
"In a bar."
"Huh?!"
"I was down in Salem. It was late, and I took the client out for drinks and dinner at the Holiday Inn. It must be about eight, and we're in the lounge, and I look up at a mirror, and who do I see? Your mom and some guy. Handsome fellow, I suppose, well dressed, around her age. And they're not paying attention to anyone else."
"No! Mom?!"
"She never saw me. Had on this red skirt and jacket, and a white blouse. The skirt buttons up the front. Well, loverboy puts his hand on her knees…"
"How'd you see this?" asked Debby.
"Like I said, in a mirror. They were in a booth, probably figured nobody could see. But I had a great shot under the table. Any way, he puts his hand on her knee? And she pops a few buttons on the skirt. His hand went sliding home. And then she puts one of her hands in his lap. She's stroking through his pants like crazy."
"God! I can't believe it, I mean, my mother!"
"Debby, you knew she dated since your dad died? Right?"
"Yeah, but I guess I never went the next step."
"Well, your mom ain't dead. She seemed to be having a fine old time."
"God! What happened next?"
"They finished their drinks and Romeo showed her a room key. They got up and left. And get this. Your mom wasn't wearing panty hose. She had on stockings, and no bra."
"How…?"
"I told you, the mirror. And when she went past on the way out, she didn't rebutton the skirt. I could see the garters and stocking tops. And the blouse was real thin. She was just bouncing away."
"Wow!"
Debby was quiet as we went out to the car. It was drizzling lightly, and we drove over. We drove in silence. I hoped I hadn't fucked up her view of her parents. I should have kept quiet. We pulled up outside Jerry and Carol's house.
"Look. I'm sorry I said anything."
Debby shook her head and looked at me, smiling. "It's okay. I just never thought of Mom and Dad that way. I hope she had fun." She leaned across the seat and kissed me lightly. "Ready?"
"I guess. Just remember. If you feel uncomfortable, or just want to go, say the word and we're gone."
"It's okay. Let's see what it's like." I walked her up the walkway with my hand on her ass, and felt thin lace panties under the dress. I looked at her quizzically.
Laughing, she said, "Last minute nerves." I laughed with her.
Jerry greeted us at the door. He was dressed like me, but with a sport coat on. Carol waved and came over. She was in a light silk chemise that came down to mid thigh, and heels. She kissed us both. Jerry steered me to the bar.
I literally stared at the scene. It was like nothing I had expected. "This is not what I thought it was going to be," I told Jerry.
He laughed. "What did you expect?"
"I don't know. Not this."
"What? Maybe a full blown orgy on the carpet?"
"Yeah. Or maybe just a scene from a Fellini movie. This looks just like a cocktail party."
Jerry laughed again. "It is! I told you. It's just like a cocktail party. Only it gets more personal."
"Well it's not there yet."
"The night is young."
I looked around. Most of the people I knew or was friends with. Dan and Cindy Loomis, the Summers, Bob and Bobbi, Jeff Golden and Denise Haller, and a pair I didn't know, Ted and Alice West. One thing, though, all of the women wore skirts or dresses, and none wore a bra, that I could detect. I got Debby a drink, and we separated. Like every party, the men talked in one group, and the women in another.
At least initially. After about fifteen minutes Dan Loomis, a tall fellow with that blonde "surfer" look, split off from the guys and went over to the women. He whispered in the ear of Bobbi Summer, a short, petite girl in a blouse and skirt, and then followed her down the hall. Then, I felt a tug at my arm.
"Could you give me hand in the library?" asked Carol.
"Sure," I said, and followed her down the steps.
Stupid me. I figured she needed some help. When we got there, she closed the door.
"What's the problem?"
Carol walked up to me, so close her chest touched mine. "I'm horny, and I need a good fuck," she said.
"Oh." So this is how it begins. What about Debby? Would I be able to come if she called? What if I fucked, and she didn't? A million thoughts ran through my mind before Carol called me back.
"I've seen you looking at me. Staring at me at the pool. Looking down my dress at the Christmas party," she whispered throatily to me. "Don't you want to see what you've been missing?"
"Uh…"
"Here. Give me your hands." Taking my hands, Carol lifted them to her breasts. The chemise showed a nice amount of cleavage, and while opaque, molded itself to her so that nothing was left to my imagination. She placed my sweaty palms on her tits, part on the fabric, part on her tits. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. Her tits felt so warm and alive. "God, that's good. Wouldn't you like to see them?" Leaving my hands where they were, Carol moved her hands to the straps and slowly pulled them down off her shoulders. The fabric covering her breasts slipped beneath my fingers, until my hands were touching her naked tits.
They were huge. Big nipples, hard and firm. The chemise slipped down her body to the floor. I looked down. She was wearing nothing but thigh top stockings under the slip. Suddenly my mouth was excruciatingly dry.
"Um… um…"
"Here, have a seat." Carol pushed me down onto a couch, and sat beside me. "Why don't we make you more comfortable." She moved her hands to my pants and undid my belt. Unzipping my pants, she asked, "I think this is more comfortable. Don't you?"
"Um… ah…"
I felt like putty in her hands. No thoughts entered my mind except this gorgeous woman pulling my pants to my knees. My cock was certainly comfortable, though. It seemed to have a life of it's own, and was as rigid as I could ever remember it. It pointed at the ceiling.
Wordlessly, Carol straddled my erection and slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt as if I would explode at the warm, wet contact, but she slid her hands down and squeezed the base of my root and stopped my imminent climax. Then she began to rock back and forth, lifting off and sinking back slowly. She unbuttoned my shirt, and rubbed her massive mammaries against my chest. Although, Debby and I had often fucked this way at home, somehow this was different, wonderfully, delightfully different. My pelvis reacted without conscious thought, thrusting upward to meet her increasingly rapid descents. Minutes later, we came in a heated rush.
After a few moments resting against me, Carol hopped off my lap and stood. "Let's get back to the party." I zipped my pants again, tucking in my shirt, but leaving it unbuttoned. Taking my hand, she led me back upstairs. She left her dress in the library. What would Debby say?