The Party at Dana Point

To say the least, this party was not like anything we'd ever been to or for that matter done since being 20 years old and single. After being married for 25 years we thought we'd seen it all, Anne and me, Eddie. Turns out we hadn't been paying as much attention as we thought and the move to San Diego ended up being a catalyst for meeting new neighbors, seeing a different set of people and kicking us out of the famous rut that people get into in long marriages.

Don't get me wrong, I think Anne is a great looking woman who's bright and fun to be with. She still turns heads but in a different way, with her classy mature looks and reasonable figure she could rest on that but she doesn't need to. She is just one of those people others like to be around, talk to, share stories with, feel comfortable around and has a sort of presence that kind of just hovers over her. I'd like to think I'm at least no worse than that. I know that I still like fooling around with all the freckles on her nice tits, getting her to open her legs and her heart as she shares the feelings she has about sex now that she knows what she likes and the sensations we both feel. I do wish we would do it more often than once or twice a month and don't quite know why we don't. Maybe it was the work schedules we had in the Midwest before we moved or maybe it was just the colder weather and a longer marriage.

We bought a nice condo so we wouldn't have any maintenance when we moved to San Diego that overlooked the harbor and learned how to love a 74 degree weather forecast in winter. Along the way we met over several months all the neighbors around us who were mostly from elsewhere like us and who moved there to enjoy life after being reasonably successful to get there. Most were well educated, clean, nice, and generally had wide ranging interests which made them all worth listening to and spending time around. We developed an interesting circle of friends or potential friends from work and others who lived near us during the first year.

This party I referred to was part of meeting that new set of friends and happened late that first year when we were invited by a couple our age who lived in a condo about three to the west of ours to a New Year's Eve party at a place in Dana Point, up the coast an hour or so. The party was going to be at a home above the beach where we would meet two other couples also about our age and have a nice dinner followed by New Year's Eve and champagne, overnight lodging in the big house to be safe driving and then drive home New Year's day. We didn't know the other two couples but Bill and Marie told us we would all be "good fits" and get along fine. In fact, they emailed photos of the two couples to us and they were right, we looked pretty compatible and our backgrounds sounded like they would be people we'd have enough in common with if we got along in person. Tom and Sally was one couple and Ned and Emily was the other. We gave them our photos and backgrounds in return and corresponded over a two or three week period enough to get to know something of all of our backgrounds.

We were really interested in spending the evening dining on a deck hanging out over the Pacific Ocean above Dana Point just below Los Angeles on the coast.

When New Year's Eve day came, Bill and Marie gave us directions and took off in their car an hour before we did. We followed up the Interstate and found the place around five thirty. When we got there we knocked, were invited in and then helped with our luggage into the bedroom we would sleep in after the party before touring the gorgeous house and having drinks over the ocean on the back deck. The sun went down and the eight of us had a fantastic time. We all got along great and the wine flowed. Dinner was catered and somehow four or five courses later, it was over, the help had cleaned up and left for the evening.

Anne was very relaxed and had managed to talk with everyone at length as I had. I watched her on and off all evening as she flowed from one small group to the next and admired her simple slacks and loosely tucked in silk shirt. Funny thing is, I could see that Bill, Tom and Ned all glanced not only at Anne but at the other women as they moved through the evening. All were attractive 45-55 year old mature women who were well dressed, clean, spoke well and had attractive if varying figures. Anne was a medium build. Sallie was what could only be called Zoftig when you looked at her breasts. Emily was a tiny woman with small breasts but an impossibly small waist line and a rounded ass that moved under her skirt like it had a life of its own. Marie was probably about like Anne but had rich, dark brown hair unlike Anne's red hair, a great smile and really nice legs shown off in soft slacks instead of a skirt. I saw each of the women at times as they bent forward and could tell they all wore nothing beneath but panties and soft bras. Except for Emily, I managed to get nice looks at each woman's cleavage as they moved around, reached down for appetizers or bent over to sit down. Nothing overt mind you but even Anne was relishing the attention and let her tits move a little more than normally. I was absolutely positive that the other three husbands were just as attentive to the four women's figures as I was though none of us acknowledged it. We were aware though as I'm positive the women were as well. I know I sure was and had one of those semi-hard, longer than normal cocks between my legs just from the thoughts of what I was seeing.

Anne and I sat together after dinner for a while and she shared her comfort level with the new people with me and I agreed with her. I even told her I thought she was beautiful and if we weren't with others I whispered to her what I wanted to be doing with her. She blushed, shushed me and told me to wait until eleven o'clock when she'd heard from Marie, Emily and Sally that we would all be playing New Year's games that might get everybody's motors going. I hadn't heard about that and asked for specifics.

Anne took me over to the side of the deck and said, "Honey. I'm not sure what the specifics are going to be but the other three women gently hinted to me that it might get sort of sexually oriented in content and wondered if that was going to be a problem for us."

"What'd you say?"

"Eddie, I didn't know what to say since we hadn't talked but I was pretty sure from watching you that Emily, Marie and Sally were all getting your attention and I knew that Tom, Bill and Ned were all pretty good looking guys from what I could see. What I didn't know was whether or not if it got either raunchy or just plain sexual with others if you'd shoot me or drag me screaming out the door so I told them I was pretty open but needed to check with you first. I was, you know, sort of wondering; what would you think if the games ended up with you kissing some other wife or maybe watching me kiss some other husband or doing something where our bodies are in contact. What would you say?"

He thought a half a second, remembered the semi hard on between his legs from daydreaming about Emily, Marie and Sallie and answered Anne. "Honey, we have done every kind of sex the two of us can do with one another, never strayed and still love each other. The only thing is we've been so busy we haven't done it enough and if you are like me, you're ready for at least a hint of some variety if it wasn't something that would ruin what we have. Wouldn't this fall into that category in a mild sort of way if what you said did happen?"

She nodded, answered, "I sort of thought of it that way and wondered if it might not even provide something for us to talk about later when we were together. You know, sort of add a little spice to our own love making. What do you think?"

He turned to the ocean to hide his growing bulge and she followed him, putting her hand around his hips in the front and laughing when she found the now full hard on hiding between him and the rail. He started then responded, "Jesus. Look what just talking about a strange recreational kiss or a mild grope has done to me! Are you feeling any of this too?"

She reached up with her tiptoes and whispered, "You ought to feel how wet my pussy is, honey. I guess that answers the first question."

He nodded and said, "Yes, it does. I'm for it and promise no jealousy if you can do the same."

"I can, Eddie. I can. Now, what if these games go beyond that? What if they go beyond a kiss or a little grope or some other way?"

He hadn't thought that far ahead; having a fantasy while watching other men's attractive wives had just been an undercurrent not a full thought or a conclusion. "You mean, maybe something actually and fully sexual?"

Anne squeezed his cock lightly, "Yeah. What would you do if some woman did this to you and took you to a bedroom or some guy coaxed me out of my clothes in his? Would you go crazy or could we play at recreational sex and not let it get between us?"

He wasn't sure so he told her the truth. "Shit, Anne, I mean, every man daydreams about fucking other women but I have such a good looking wife it was always that, a daydream. We're getting carried away because this is California and everything we've heard about California so it's probably just us being weird. On the other hand, what about you thinking of me getting groped or some other woman doing all the things you do to me? Could you cope when it was happening, later the next day?"

She could see he was being honest and she was in return. "I think it won't go that far but one time in our lives if it did I think it would give us something that could add a new twist to our sex lives for years to come. I know I could handle not being jealous if I knew you weren't sneaking off because you loved some other woman but was just lucky at the same time I was just as lucky. Hell, Eddie, it isn't likely to happen but look at us. You've got a hard on you're going to have to hide just from thinking about it and my pussy's so wet I'm going to have to go to the john and wipe myself off! Yeah, I think I could handle it provided we end up back with one another before morning and it was just this one time."

"You're probably right, Anne. It probably won't come to that. I feel just like you do and can manage. If the situation does develop that far, give me a look if you see me and wink if you still think its okay to do all of it and I'll do the same. If it's just kissing and a little grope or two, that's nothing. Any man would want to kiss and grope you and these guys have already been daydreaming about it watching you walk or looking down your chest. If it's more and you're uncomfortable just don't wink, frown, and I'll get us out of here."

She gave his cock another squeeze then turned him. "You better quiet this thing down and I need to go tell my new girlfriends we can start the eleven o'clock games whenever they want to and we'll play ball, big boy."

She walked into the house, headed for the nearest bathroom. Ten minutes later he was talking with Tom and glanced over to see the four women getting more wine in their glasses and talking, nodding and smiling. It looked like the games would be going ahead including he and Anne.

Not long after their host announced that it was eleven o'clock and their New Year's Eve traditional games were about to begin in the great room. He asked everyone to go inside and gave everyone a colored poker chip to start with, a blindfold that was solidly black, an orange, a peach and a tiny quail egg which looked to be raw and told them to line up husband and wife, husband and wife in a long line.

He turned some music on and told everyone to put their blindfolds on and when they did to start by the person on the end putting the big naval orange under their chin and passing it to the person next to them under their chin. When the Orange had passed the whole line the last person had to sing out.

Eddie passed the orange to Anne but he had to grab her shoulders first and fumbled around a little while they turned and put their necks and chins in the right position. He could feel Anne turning to her right and could hear her clothes being rustled as Tom did the same to position her and she held him while they managed their different heights. He remembered feeling her tits on his chest when he'd passed the orange and knew Tom was getting her full tits on his chest right then. In a few minutes, the end of the line sang out and it was Emily who spoke..."I've got the orange and some fingerprints in interesting places!"

The host spoke again, "Okay, good start. Now that we're practiced.....The peach is a little softer and a little tougher. First, we've got to change positions. Now, keep your blindfolds on but I want you wives to move to a new position in the line and get back in line but it can't be next to your husband on either side. You men stand still and the women will move and be sure who their husbands are and where but I warn you, they'll be using their hands to tell and there are no rules!"

Eddie stood there and listened as people moved and was startled as someone held his hip with a soft hand then reached around and felt between his legs, gave his substantial dick a little squeeze and then stepped to his right and stood in place, her warm hip against his, her hand on his hand. He was sure it was Sallie from her perfume but he didn't know. Bold, he reached over and touched her waist, felt her skirt then moved up her side and grazed her tit. Yep, it was Sallie with her big tits. When his hand touched her tit she didn't slap him. Instead, she sighed and purred and reached behind him and put her hand on his ass, lightly pressing a finger down on the cloth into the crack of his ass. He knew then that there was going to be a need to see a wink or a frown yet this night! God knew where Anne was or what she'd felt. He bet she'd felt some guys slacks and cock as well knowing she was already horny just from their talk.

The host waited until everyone was shuffled then told them from the other end of the line to pass a peach down the line but this time between their knees and with blindfolds on. He said you could use your hands if you had trouble. The other end of their line started and there was immediate laughter as they found out how hard it was to do and how many contortions you had to do to do it.

By the time he and Sallie were done he'd felt her hand inside his belt all the way down his slacks until she gripped his dick, stroked it several times with a vengeance and he'd lifted her skirt, felt the thong she had there and put one of his fingers into a solid nest of soft, curly pussy hair and moved aside two engorged outer lips into the opening of her vagina and moved it in and out several times. She held his back with both her hands and opened her legs fully to him as he did it before reaching under him and feeling his balls then fingering his ass hole quickly with her little finger. He almost fell down from the effort but was grinning like shit under his blindfold. Finally, they passed the peach and he sang out they were done. The peach passing took a lot longer and he guessed everyone's hands had gotten busy.

The host told them to take off their blindfolds but keep their positions. When they did, they all laughed. He and Sallie weren't the only ones whose clothes had been moved. Anne peeked down at him from the end of the line with her blouse un-tucked from her shirt and two open buttons and broadly winked at him. He had his answer and the wink he gave her back said as much. The decks were cleared since they were way past the small kiss stage.

The host had the women change positions again making sure no wife was next to her husband then had them pass two of the small eggs to the end of the line. He said they had to pass both the eggs carefully down the line with one egg from one mouth to the next and inside the bra for the women with the second egg. The man had to retrieve the egg then put it into the next woman's bra again using no hands though the woman could help with her hands but not directly touch the egg. Emily ended up between him and Ned and the eggs hilariously started from the other end towards them. They all got to watch this time. It was humorous to see the contortions the different height couples had to again go through to pull a blouse up or open it and drop an egg from a mouth into a bra cup and then try to push the egg from one open mouth to another with their tongues or have the woman push her bra and tits up to get an egg out for a set of lips to suck up. A lot of tits touched a lot of chests and a lot of moisture got shared from one mouth to the next. A couple of buttons got popped off to much laughter. Emily turned to him with the egg and he found her lips to be wonderfully soft, her tongue lingering and her breath very sweet. She had no set of mammoth tits but she did push her hips forward against him and her legs around behind and between his and ground her pelvis against his thigh as she tried to stay connected enough to pass the egg from mouth to mouth. He'd had no trouble lifting her blouse with his nose as she leaned back and then slid the egg out of her small B cup bra when she pushed it upward. His tongue flicked her nipple when he was done. He could feel her really prominent mons pushing against his slacks and guessed she had a very full and swollen vagina sort of the type they often called "camel toes." He'd never seen one but all of a sudden he was hot to fuck Emily's though there was no opportunity. They all laughed at little Emily's antics and chided him with various quips about her doing his leg, etc. He laughed back and said he enjoyed it after the eggs came out.

The hostess then took over and said they would play the last game before midnight, a form of five questions Jeopardy. She said she would hand each person a question card and that person could ask any of the opposite sex the question except their spouse. If the question was answered correctly the card holder had to remove an article of clothing or a pair if it was worn that way. If the question was not answered correctly the questioner had to remove an article of clothing. She told them they couldn't count small things like earrings, watches, belts and socks. By then no one cared what anyone thought and she started.

Ned asked Sallie the first question which she failed at and she removed her shoes. Tom asked Anne a question which she got right and Tom decided to remove his shirt. Emily was asked by me and got it wrong so she chose to remove her blouse revealing a slim body with relatively small tits in a very soft bra that let her hard nipples poke fully through. She wasn't shy at all. Marie got a card and asked me a question which I missed and I took my pants off leaving me in my shorts and revealing what was already obvious to everyone, I was hung pretty well and at least half way there to being fully engorged. The women all clapped and the next card went to Bill who asked Sally a question. She missed and decided to drop the bottom half of her outfit revealing her nice yellow panties and wisps of bush peeking out. The game went on for all five questions with everyone skipping the trivial things like earrings and watches to remove and going right to the big items like shoes, tops, pants, etc. until everyone was in either bra and panties or just their under-shorts.

It was just thirty minutes until midnight when the host and hostess together asked everyone to find their colored poker chip and display it. There were two of each color and they had apparently been given to match up a man with a wife but not his own. He looked up the line at Anne who had a yellow chip and saw that Tom also had a yellow one. His was blue and he could already see Emily waving her blue chip around. Marie and Ned had red chips and Bill and Sallie had green ones.