The Party

John and Doreen were so excited that they didn't know if they'd have any energy left for the evening ahead. This was it. Finally. Weeks ago they had sent out the invitations, sixteen of them to their best friends in the world. Those that lived reasonably nearby, anyway. They had talked about the idea on and off for several years, first starting out as just a fantasy, then growing until they had created an idea that they just had to try. And now it was just hours away before they started arriving.

Doreen checked herself in the mirror one more time, nervously adjusting her hair, smoothing down her skirt. She was so nervous she was ready to burst. She looked over at John, seeing him look imperturbable, knowing that deep down inside he was just as nervous and excited as she was. If anything, he was the one with any reservations. He hadn't been sure that he really wanted her participating at all, but he knew that it wasn't possible without both of them.

John was slowly dressing, lost in thought about the coming evening. He was excited, yes, and nervous, but there was still that smallest of reservations about Doreen taking part. Something inside of him still whispered that it just wasn't right. But she would insist, he knew, and she would be right. After all, it was both of their ideas, hatched over the years as they made love and fantasized, dreaming up ideas to stimulate themselves more and more.

Finishing dressing, John slowly moved over to where Doreen was nervously adjusting and readjusting herself in the mirror. Reaching out, he turned her around and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

"You seem awfully nervous," he said.

"I guess I am, a little," she admitted, hugging him back.

"You know you don't have to do this," he said, giving voice to his inner doubts.

"Of course I do," Doreen said, looking up at him. "I'd never forgive myself. You know how much imagination we've both wasted just thinking about this. I have to find out for myself. I'm just nervous. It's nothing bad, it's just exciting. And we've never done anything like this before. Do you want to do it?"

"It's so crazy," John said. "Part of me can't wait, part of me is nervous, and a little worried about you."

"Well, stop worrying about me," Doreen said, laughing. "I'm sure once things get rolling it'll be no big deal, just loads of fun."

"You bet," John said, leaning over and kissing her, his arms wrapping tightly around her.

Closing her eyes, Doreen hungrily kissed him back, driving her tongue into his mouth to search out and do duel with his. She could taste his excitement as they kissed, sucking deeply on one another. When finally he let her go, they stood there, breathing hard, their eyes shining with excitement.

"You just wait," Doreen laughed, spinning out of his embrace and leaving the room. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."

Somehow the time passed quickly, as they constantly checked and rechecked everything, the food, the house, themselves, everything. Their excitement was at about fever pitch when the doorbell finally rang. Opening the door, they were greeted by the smiling faces of Bill and Tricia, Al and Donna, Michael and Ellen. Amid many hugs and kisses everyone entered the house. Knowing that everyone was not acquainted, John and Doreen had prepared little name tags for everyone. Laughing, they distributed the ones that had arrived and got drinks for everyone.

Just as the drinks were being handed out, the doorbell again rang. Opening the door, Doreen was delighted to see two of her best friends from college, Shalla and Denise, whom she had not seen in several years. Then another car drove up as they were entering and Clarence, Rodney and Tom arrived, friends of John's from his college days. Everyone was invited in and given their name tags and a drink. Everyone began to talk and mingle, meeting everyone. Then the doorbell rang and Doreen answered it, finding her sisters Laura and Lisa and also Laura's husband Armando at the door. They were all hugging and kissing when a car drove up and Hugh and Linda got out, smiling broadly as they saw the group on the porch.

"Bet you thought we wouldn't make it, didn't you?" Hugh asked, giving a high-five as he came to the door.

"We wouldn't miss the chance to see you guys," Linda said, kissing both John and Doreen.

With everyone name-tagged, John and Doreen concentrated on keeping everyone's drinks topped off as they got to know one another. After about a half an hour, Doreen opened the doors to the dining room, displaying the large buffet dinner she had spent the day preparing. With shouts of encouragement and appreciation, everyone slowly filed into the dining room and prepared a plate of food, all of which looked just wonderful.

For the next hour or so everyone ate, talking some, but mostly eating the wonderful food Doreen had prepared. She was constantly complimented on the spread and by the time they were finished eating she was flushed red with pride from the compliments she was receiving. Then all the dinner plates and utensils were removed and after-dinner drinks distributed. John sat with Clarence, Rodney and Tom and rolled several big joints, which were duly lit and began to circulate around the room. Finally everyone was sated, full of food, half drunk from drink, and stoned from the excellent pot which they had smoked.

"So, you two," Hugh asked, "what's the special occasion you mentioned in the invite that got all of us to go to all the trouble of coming here tonight?"

"Yeah," Laura said. "I'm curious about that too."

The room was filled with laughter and talking as everyone quickly buzzed about why they were there. John and Doreen exchanged looks, smiling at each other, then Doreen got to her feet, a drink in one hand and a joint in the other.

"Well, I guess this is as good a time as any," she began. "First of all, I can't tell you how glad we are that all of you were able to make it. I know some of us haven't met and others haven't seen each other in years. But that's what is going to make this such a unique night."

"Come on, get on with it," Armando said laughing. "You're not running for president, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Doreen laughed, along with everyone else. "I'm getting to it.

"Anyway, for the last several years John and I have been exploring a fantasy, talking about it, building it, designing it, everything but living it. Well, we finally decided that we had fantasized enough and needed to live our fantasy to justify all the time and energy we spent dreaming it up. That's where you all come in. We decided that we wanted to share our fantasy with our best, best friends in the whole world. That's why you all have been invited. Each of you in some way or the other is considered to be a best friend of one or both of us. So if you're here, you're family, in every possible way."

"How sweet," Donna said. "What is this fantasy you dreamed up and how do we fit into it?"

"Well," Doreen said, drawing a big breath, "it's a card game, actually."

"A card game?" Lisa asked. "That's your fantasy? I can do better than that."

"It's not just a card game," Doreen explained.

"This is getting good," Bill said. "What kind of card game?"

"Well, it's a version of poker," Doreen said, "stripped poker to be exact."

At this the whole room exploded, in disbelief, laughter, incredulity, as everyone reacted to Doreen's statement.

"You want us all to play stripped poker together?" Laura asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"Well, yes," Doreen said, uncertain now because of the reaction. "We wanted to do something outrageous like this and couldn't think of anyone who we'd be more comfortable with than our best friends in the world. I guess we didn't figure you all wouldn't feel the same way."

"Now wait a minute," Hugh interrupted. "Who said we don't feel the same way? I think it sounds like a great idea."

"Oh, Hughie, you would," Linda said, laughing as she hit him.

"I think it sounds like a pretty neat idea too," Lisa said. "We're all adults."

"I think it's a terrible idea," Laura said. "Armando and I aren't interested."

"Who said I'm not?" Armando interjected. "If everyone wants to play, I'll play. It might be fun."

"Armando!" Laura exclaimed. "And what should I do while you're playing?"

"You can watch or you can go in the other room," Armando laughed. "Personally, I'd play if I were you. You might just have some fun."

"You sure this is what you want?" Shalla asked Doreen, looking at her intently.

"Do you mind?" Doreen asked, looking at her.

"No," Shalla said, shaking her head. "I should have known."

"Like old times, huh?" Denise said, smiling at Doreen.

"I hope so," Doreen said, smiling at her.

"What old times?" Tricia asked.

"Oh, we used to play stripped poker together, just the three of us when we were roommates in college," Denise said. "It was safer than dating at the time."

"So, would you all like to join us in cards or would someone like to leave?" John asked, getting to his feet and stretching. "I'm ready for another drink myself."

There was a chorus of agreement as everyone got up to refill their drinks, as well as a bit of eye-balling going on as people assessed each other. When they all had their drinks and the joints were circulating again, Doreen again asked. There were several voices agreeing to play, mostly the men, but no voices raised not to play or to leave.

"Great," Doreen said, visibly relieved. "The first thing you do is put your name tags in these hats, men in one, women in the other."

When everyone had complied, including Doreen and John, Doreen explained further.

"We're going to be in three different groups, each one with six people, three men and three women. I'm going to determine the groups by drawing names from the hats, then we'll explain how to proceed."

Reaching into the men's hat, Doreen pulled out three names, John, Armando & Clarence, and from the women's hat, Lisa, Linda and Ellen.

"Okay, that's group one," Doreen explained, again reaching into the hats to draw more names.

This time Bill, Al and Tom were drawn from the men's hat and Shalla, Donna and Doreen from the women's. This left Michael, Hugh and Rodney, and Tricia, Laura and Denise for group three. Everyone had moved together in their individual groups, sizing each other up.

"Now what?" Michael asked, looking at Doreen. "How do we play?"

"Now each group gets two deck of cards," Doreen explained, "one regular deck and one stripped poker deck, which we'll use after everyone has lost their clothes. We're going to play three-card poker, no draw. The high hand each time has to take something off. Every fifth hand the high hand moves to another group and we continue, until everyone has lost all their clothes, then I'll explain how we proceed from there. Does anyone have any questions at all?"

There was a great deal of excited mumbling as they absorbed what Doreen had just told them. When nobody spoke up, Doreen directed everyone to make themselves comfortable on the floor, each group to themselves. Slowly they all sat down in three circles, with some uncertain looks being cast at mates in different groups.

"I'll deal first," Doreen said. "Then it moves around the circle each time."

Slowly each group began to play, dealing the cards out. There was some laughter, some relieved, when the first hand ended and some shoes were removed. Slowly they progressed, playing four hands with nobody losing anything important. At the end of the fifth hand, though, Ellen lost for the second time, kicking off her second shoe, and Al and Denise also lost in their groups. So Ellen moved to group two, Al to group three and Denise to group one.

Again they began dealing cards. By the time they got to the fifth hand there were several vulnerable players. As the hand ended, Clarence in group one lost his shirt, leaving him only in his pants, Donna lost her second shoe, and Al lost his second shoe. This time they got to the fifth hand and several players had lost more clothing. After the fifth hand, Armando lost his pants, leaving him in his briefs, and brief they were. His dancer's body was finely chiseled, sculpted, and there were several looks of admiration in his direction, much to Laura's chagrin. In group two, Ellen lost and had to remove her top, leaving her only in her bra and pants. In group three, Rodney lost his shirt, revealing the typical chiseled body of an athlete, shining black. There were several gasps as people turned to look at him.

This time as they got to the fifth hand, everyone was in a position to lose some clothing they'd rather not lose. In group one, Lisa lost and removed her pants, leaving her in only her bra and panties, through which could be seen her nipples, hard, and the thatch of black hair covering her pussy, tendrils of which were escaping from the sides of her panties. In group two, Tom lost, removing his pants and leaving only his briefs, through which his cock could be seen throbbing. In group three, Laura lost, removing her pants and leaving her in only her bra and panties.

The next go-round would be it, Doreen thought, looking around the room at everyone in different stages of undress. Someone would be showing some skin before this round was over. And she was right. By the time they got to the fifth hand, several bras were missing and Clarence was naked, his black cock dangling in front of him as he sat there. This time Linda lost in group one, and having already lost her bra during the round, she had to remove her panties. Blushing, she pulled her panties off, revealing a smooth-shaven pussy with just a thatch of hair above. As she moved to join group two, it was easy to see her inner pussy lips sticking out from between her legs, her clit also engorged and peeking out from between her pussy lips. There were several whistles of admiration and appreciation as she sat down in group two, where Armando lost, having to remove his briefs, letting his cock swing free as he moved to sit in group three. Laura gave him a glaring glance as he sat down, his cock swinging in front of him. In group three, Michael lost his pants, leaving him still with his briefs.

"What do we do now?" Clarence asked, holding his hands over his cock.

"You just keep on playing until everyone is naked," Doreen explained. "Then we'll get the next deck of cards and explain how to play with them."

By the time they got to the fifth hand this time, there were mostly naked bodies. All of the women had lost their bras, and a few of the people had underwear left. But there were a lot of naked pussies and cocks exposed. Doreen noticed with a smile that everybody had gotten over their stuffiness and were frankly appraising the people in their groups. There were big tits, small tits, most with very hard nipples sticking out from the ends. Several of the men's cocks were in different stages of erection, which they tried to hide, unsuccessfully, behind their hands.

This time in group one, John won, and having already lost all his clothes just stood up and moved over to group two, his cock dangling half hard in front of him.

"You look just delicious," Doreen said as he sat down next to her.

"I'd say there's a lot of delicious here tonight," John said as he looked at her, her tits hanging full and heavy in front of her, nipples hard and erect.

The way she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, John was also able to see into her pussy, whose lips were parted, revealing a deep pink interior with her clit sticking prominently out at the top of her open slit. John could see that Bill's eyes didn't miss any of this either, that in fact everyone seemed to be staring even more intently at the different people in their groups.

In group two, Shalla stood to remove her panties, her ebony black body glistening. As she stepped out of her panties, a flash of pink could be seen between her legs where her pussy was shaved bare. John could just see the nub of her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips as she moved over to group three where she was greeted with approving comments as she sat down.

In group three Tricia blushingly tried to remove her panties while still sitting down. She only succeeded in opening her legs to the point where it was readily apparent that her hole was rapidly filling with juices. Tricia had a beautiful light-blonde pussy with a bright pink interior. Getting to her feet to move over to group one, a bead of pussy juice was visible sliding down the inside of her leg.

After only a few more hands, everyone was naked. They had all lost their clothes.

"This is pretty intense," Ellen said, speaking up into the silence that had descended on them. "What do we do now? I'm sitting here naked. My pussy is on fire. I see all these beautiful cocks. We either need to do something or let us get dressed and go. I need some action and soon."

"Well, I think we're going to be able to accommodate you then, Ellen," Doreen laughed, getting to her feet. "Now we use the second deck of cards," she said, handing one deck to each of the other groups. "This time the high hand and the low hand are important. The person with the low hand has to pick a card from the new deck, the one with the naked people on the back, and do whatever it says to the person with the high hand."

"What does it say on the new cards?" Lisa asked.

"That would be telling," Doreen said. "But if you don't like what the card says, obviously you don't have to do it. Or if you don't like the particular arrangement of high hand and low hand, you can ask if any of the other high and low hands from the other two groups would trade places with you. If someone agrees, then you take that person's place in their group and fall under the card that was turned over there, while the person who traded with you takes your place and must follow the card from your group. People are interchangeable between the groups, not the cards."

"This sounds dangerous," Laura said, fidgeting in her seat, trying to keep one hand covering her pussy while her big, full tits swung in front of her, her huge nipples as big as Linda's entire tit.

"It sounds like fun to me," Hugh said, grinning hugely.

"Is there anyone who would rather not play anymore?" Doreen asked, looking around the room.

Hearing no objections, but noticing some consternated looks on some faces, Doreen resumed her seat.

"By the way," she said. "After doing what the card says, the high hand moves to the next group. That way everyone gets to play with everyone."

So the cards were dealt, somewhat slowly this time. There was a definite tension in the air this time, as nobody knew what the second deck held in store for them. At the end of the first hand in group one, Al had high hand and Denise had low hand. Tentatively Denise turned over the card on top of the second deck. Everyone gasped when they read the card. It said BLOWJOB.

"Is this for real?" Denise asked, looking over to where Doreen was sitting.

"You know it is," Doreen said, smiling at Denise.

"I'm supposed to blow him?" Denise asked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Doreen asked as everyone watched the developing situation, now more aware of what kind of deck of cards this second one was.

"What about his wife?" Denise asked.

"Donna, you have any objections?" Doreen asked, looking at Donna, who had a shocked, pasty look on her face.

"It's up to Al," she said, looking very uncomfortable as everyone looked at her.

"Well, Al," Doreen said. "What do you say?"

"I say be my guest," Al said, trying to laugh.

"Well, god knows I don't mind sucking a cock," Denise said. "I'll play."

Everyone watched as Denise crawled over to Al, who was sitting cross-legged, his cock standing up in front of him. Reaching forward, Denise grasped his cock in her hand, gently squeezing it. It wasn't a very big cock, and opening her mouth, Denise engulfed it, swallowing it completely. Al groaned as he felt Denise's mouth close over his cock. He could feel her mouth milking him, sucking on his cock as her tongue swirled all around it in her mouth. Looking up, Al could see that Donna was on her knees watching, a look of disbelief and some anger on her face. Tearing his eyes from hers, Al looked down and watched as Denise sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, swallowing him entirely each time. He knew he would last much longer, not with everyone watching, and sure enough, not a minute or so later Al groaned out loud as he began to cum. They could all see Denise's cheeks billowing as Al shot his wad into her mouth. Denise milked his cock with her hands and her mouth as he came, squeezing all of the cum from his cock before letting it go and sitting up, a tight-lipped smile on her face.