The Pecan Street Social Group

"Okay folks. Gather round for a second. We need to decide what we're going to do for the next party," John, our host, announced to the assembled guests.

Kelly and I were one of eleven couples, all residents along Pecan Street, in attendance at the current party and we closed around John to discuss the theme for the next gathering. John was essentially the social director for the group, and had managed with his periodic events to create a scene that was unique for suburban life. His large house, at the end of the street in a cul-de-sac, with a pool, hot tub, spacious back yard and outdoor bar made it the ideal gathering spot. He relished the role of host and social leader, and because of his efforts and prodding most of the street residents would get together several times a year.

There were ten core couples that made most of the parties, along with a half-dozen more that would attend on occasion, and supplementing the group were participants from other nearby streets in the neighborhood or friends of residents that would often be invited in.

An interesting thing about the group was that it spanned all age groups. The youngest couple was in their late 20s and the oldest was in their early 60s. Kelly and I were on the younger end of the scale, both being thirty years old. Despite the disparity of ages, everyone got along well and enjoyed letting their hair down, and it was not uncommon for assistance to be needed in getting someone home after an evening of heavy drinking.

"Let's do something wild," Susan, the female partner of one of the forty something couples, blurted out.

"A woman after my own heart!" John replied, with a hearty laugh.

John was also a forty something guy and was tall, barrel chested with a smile that never left his face. He was one of those individuals that was instantly your friend and never met a stranger. Conversely, while John liked to be the center of attention, his diminutive, but very attractive wife Donna seemed to enjoy staying in the background.

"Let's do something fun and different," another of the wives suggested.

"Like what?" John asked the group, as he nodded in agreement to the comment.

John loved playing the part of facilitator, and he was a master at getting the various members of the group to open up and speak their mind. I knew from past discussions like this that he had something in his head, but would let the group dynamics form and then interject his ideas along the way.

"How about a costume party?" Jill, the youngest of the wives, replied.

"I thought we were going to be wild?" one of the men answered.

"Well let's think about this for a moment. Maybe there is a way to put both together. A costume party with a wild theme," John stated.

"Bikinis!" Carl, another husband, yelled which brought a wave of laughter from everyone.

"We're not in college, Carl!" a female voice quickly answered.

"T&A is timeless," Carl replied, bringing a collective groan from the group, and an elbow from his wife.

"What other ideas are out there? I like Jill's suggestion, but maybe it needs something edgy added," John said.

His question was followed by several moments of silence as everyone tried to think of a good idea.

"John, do you have an idea?" Dana, the oldest wife, asked.

"Well I'm just standing here listening and really haven't thought it through, but I was wondering what it would be like if everyone brought a guest?" he answered.

"Well that could be fun," Jill replied.

"How is that wild?" Dana shot back quickly.

"Yeah, I was looking forward to wild," a male voice in the back joined in, causing more laughter.

"Well to answer your question, I was thinking that everyone would bring a guest of the opposite sex," John said with a broad smile.

There was a gasp from the group as his words sunk in and another period of silence ensued.

"We aren't swingers, John. We're too old anyway," Dana finally answered, which broke the tension.

"John, I can see the wheels spinning in your head. What are you thinking?" Dana's husband Sam asked.

"Well like I said I'm kind of making this up as I go, but I was thinking that it could be edgy and fun if everyone asked someone to come with them. It would be a different party for us with half the people being unknown. Doesn't mean there is going to be an orgy here, in fact I'm pretty sure Donna wouldn't allow that," John explained, which brought more laughter, although it also carried some tension.

"That wouldn't be too bad. Craig, you can take Leslie and I can go with Phil," Cary said to her husband.

"Are Leslie and Phil married to each other?" Dana asked.

"Yes, they're our best friends," she replied.

"Well, I'm not positive, but I don't think that's what John has in mind," Dana answered.

There was now confused chatter from most of the group and John suggested a refill of our drinks. Since he had always been the leader, no one wanted to challenge him directly, but I could see trepidation on many faces. When everyone had fresh drinks, John moved to the center and started to speak.

"You know if you guys want to do this I guess there would need to be some rules. Like no husband and wife combinations, no family members, things like that if we want to get the right mix," he said.

"So, John, if I understand the proposal on the table it's that the next party, and we will have to set a date, is to be a costume party and each attendee needs to invite and come with a guest of the opposite sex that is not a family member or a part of an existing couple relationship. Do I have that correct?" Darrell, a very successful attorney in his late thirties and known for his bold manners, summarized for the group.

"Darrell, I think that's it," John replied with a nod.

"I'm not sure about this," a woman named Chris said, with a worried look.

"Oh Chris, don't be a prude. Ask one of those hot young doctors you work with," Susan replied immediately.

Soon after, it was decided that everyone would let John know individually if they wanted to participate and if enough agreed, we would go forward with the party on the first Saturday in October, some six weeks away. Walking home, Kelly and I discussed the idea.

"What do you think? Something you want to do?" I asked her, with her hand in mine.

"Who would you take?" she replied, which made me burst out laughing.

"I don't even know who to ask and you are already jealous," I accused her.

"Won't you be jealous?" she replied in a pout.

"Of course not. You know I trust you. Just make sure you behave," I answered with some sarcasm.

"I guess I'm game if you are, but I have no idea who to invite. God, it will be so awkward," Kelly replied.

"Yes, but it should be an interesting party. Which I guess is the point," I answered.

In the end, three of the eleven couples elected to pass, but two others who were not at the party wanted in, so it looked like there would be ten in total, which would become twenty people for the party.

It was actually much harder to find someone to invite than I imagined and I was starting to become worried that I would strike out. I wanted to stay away from work people or close acquaintances to avoid starting a rumor mill. Finally, I decided to ask Sharon, my hair stylist, who I was pretty sure shared no mutual friends. Sharon was younger, in her mid-twenties, blonde haired with a body people would describe as voluptuous. Her best features were her dimpled cheeks and full breasts that I had trouble not staring at when she was cutting my hair. Fortunately for me, she found the concept intriguing and agreed to go.

We decided to dress up as Bonnie and Clyde, although she didn't look anything like Mia Farrow and I didn't look anything like Warren Beatty. But, it was one of Sharon's favorite movies and she told me she had always wanted to go to a costume party as Bonnie, and since she had been so gracious agreeing to go with only minimal questioning, I couldn't say no.

Kelly knew who she wanted to take after a couple days of thinking, but it took her weeks to get the courage to ask. She was nervous about his answer and I had to reassure her several times that no sane man would say no. You see, Kelly is a lovely mother of one, and is 5'6" tall with sandy brown hair, dark brown eyes, long legs and peachy B-cup breasts. Her slender body filled out just right after the birth of our daughter and she now weighed a perfect 124 pounds.

Her proposed selection was the mechanic that took care of her BMW whose name was Josh, and like Sharon, was also in his mid-twenties. I had seen him only a couple times when picking her up, but I remembered him to be tall and muscular with a tightly trimmed beard. I was a bit surprised by her choice, as I thought she was not attracted to the jeans and work shirt types, but I supported her without comment.

Of course, when she gathered the courage to ask he quickly said yes, and since Josh liked motorcycles, they decided to come to the party as a biker couple. Josh assured her that he had all the paraphernalia needed and all she had to have ready were jeans and a t-shirt.

As the party date approached, two more couples dropped out taking the total to eight and there was some talk of canceling, but it was eventually decided to go ahead. I speculated to John that the couples dropped out from the stress of finding partners, and he agreed saying everyone had struggled.

When the date finally arrived, Kelly took our daughter to her parent's house to spend the night then returned home to get ready. The party was scheduled to start at 8:00 PM and at 7:30 PM I set off to pick up Sharon wearing my cheap gangster suit and carrying a fake Tommy Gun. Josh was scheduled to arrive at 8:00 PM to pick up Kelly on his motorcycle, and had provided her with a leather vest, chaps and boots that she was going to wear over her jeans and t-shirt. The plan was for us to arrive separately at John's house to minimize the awkwardness.

Sharon looked better than I expected when I picked her up. She was wearing a skirt and a low-cut blouse that showed off her large breasts, and on her head, she wore a beret like the character in the movie. We chatted as we drove to the party, and she was upbeat and funny, so I felt that she would be accepted well by the group.

We arrived at precisely 8:15 PM and were the sixth couple to get there. There was a definite buzz amongst the people, so I was already thinking the party was going to be a success, with our host's broad smile supporting my view. We went to the bar and made some drinks and started mingling with the others, and quickly I learned that, like Kelly and I, the invitees all seemed to be from the fringes of the Pecan street couple's lives.

John and his date, Sophie, had come as Tarzan and Jane. Sophie, who looked to be ten years younger than John, had long red hair and a nice body that was accentuated by her skimpy cover. Donna, John's wife, had chosen a younger guy as her escort as well, and they had dressed in colorful Mardi Gras themed outfits with beads. I learned later that Donna's date was her personal trainer while John's red head was the wife of a friend.

As I looked around at the gathering it struck me that except for Jill and her husband Steven, everyone had invited a younger guest. In fact, Carl a 50ish guy that was fairly boisterous looked to be almost robbing the cradle. His date had to be in her early 20s and was very attractive with a sexy, petite body, and since she was dressed as a hooker, she was already attracting lots of attention from the other men. I didn't know the exact psychology behind the younger date thinking, although clearly there had to be something going on, but everyone seemed be blending in and having fun.

At 8:45 PM, when everyone else had arrived, I was just about to walk over and check on Kelly, thinking she got stood up, when I heard the roar of a motorcycle out front. Soon, Kelly and Josh walked into the back yard causing everyone to turn and check out their costumes.

Kelly had an odd look on her face, but said her hellos and took the wine that John put into her hand. I dismissed her look and turned to talk to Sharon and the others standing around us, getting to know some new people. It was thirty minutes later, on my way back from the bathroom, that I stopped to chat with Kelly.

Josh had stepped away, and when I got closer I could see that her costume was not what she had described. Instead of long jeans underneath her chaps she had cut-off shorts that showed almost all of her legs from the back. Others were around and I didn't want to make a scene, so I joined the conversation without bringing up her attire. I was in for my second shock when she turned to speak to a man to her right, and I saw what appeared to be her nipple poking through her t-shirt beneath the leather vest.

At a pause in the conversation, I excused Kelly and I so we could step away and chat.

"What's with the costume?" I asked.

"Well you're the one that always tells me I should dress sexier," she replied, trying to avoid the question by teasing.

"Kelly, come on. What happened?" I responded.

"Josh said I wouldn't look authentic unless I dressed this way," she replied, with some embarrassment.

"Did he hit on you?" I demanded.

Although, I wasn't sure why the thought came to my head, it was out of my mouth before I realized it.

"No," she replied emphatically, while giving me an odd look.

"Why were you so late?" I challenged again.

"Arguing about these clothes," she answered immediately.

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked, suddenly finding her dilemma a bit humorous.

"I guess you will have to find out later," she replied with a wink, then turned to join Josh who had returned.

I went back to Sharon and rejoined the conversation, and Jill was standing with her in a Barbara Eden, "I Dream of Genie", outfit with her escort dressed as an astronaut. You could see her full, bra covered breasts through the gauzy covering, and I had to force myself not to stare. Since Jill had always seemed to be a bit reserved, I was surprised by her choice of costume, and wondered if the party was proving to be an opportunity for people to show something of their hidden selves.

"All the ladies are jealous of Kelly," Jill said, and I could tell by her voice that she was already tipsy.

"Why, Jill?" I asked.

"Cause of that hot hunk she is with," she replied, leaning closer while trying to whisper, but failing.

"Jill!" I answered in surprise.

"Well, it's true," she giggled.

I sensed that even though everyone was mingling and enjoying themselves, there was still a certain tension caused by the split of husband and wife and the "dates". I think because of this; the liquor was going down fast and it wasn't long before everyone was well lubricated.

I was purposefully trying to stay away from Kelly, as I didn't want to come across as the jealous, clingy husband. Besides, I had Sharon who was not at all bad to look at, and we were enjoying ourselves. Still, I would occasionally look over my shoulder or step back from the group I was in to get a look at my wife.

"Let her have fun," Sharon said during one of these moments, and I knew I was busted.

"Sorry," I said turning red.

"Oh, don't worry about it. All the husbands are doing it. Funny that none of the wives are," she laughed.

"How do you know the wives from the dates?" I smiled, challenging her.

"Oh, it's easy to tell," she answered, without elaborating.

As the evening progressed it grew chilly so John fired up several outdoor patio heaters which brought everyone closer together around the warmth. Many people were quite drunk by this point and the conversations were getting looser, often with sexual innuendo thrown in. It was certainly a more risqué party than anything the Pecan Street crowd had experienced before, and it was at that moment that I saw Cary, Craig's pretty, mid-thirties wife, getting her butt fondled by her date. Strangely, rather than the volatile reaction I expected from her, Cary just smiled up at him and softly pushed his hand away.

"Looks like the girls are getting attention," Sharon leaned in and said to me, having seen the same thing. When I just nodded and smiled she continued, "You might want to check on yours too."

I had to look around to find Kelly and I finally saw that she was in a group with Josh, John, Darrell and their dates. Josh had his arm around my wife's waist with her pulled snuggly to his side. Kelly's arm was resting on his shoulder which caused her vest to ride up and exposed a hard, pointy nipple protruding through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

"She's a big girl," I said, stepping back next to Sharon.

"Okay, but he's got that look," she replied.

"What look?" I asked naively.

"Hungry...very hungry," she explained.

"Kelly assured me she explained to him like I did with you that it was all platonic," I said to her, thinking she must be mistaken.

"Your wife is very good looking. Throw in the drinks and trust me he doesn't remember anything she told him," Sharon laughed, and when I gave her a troubled look she said, "Look over there."

Following her eyes, I could see that Cary's date had his hand on her ass once again and this time she was making no effort to get it off. I looked quickly around for Craig, and when I found him I saw that he was looking on as well but making no move to intervene.

"Wow," I whispered softly to myself.

"I think there's going to be some shenanigans on Pecan Street tonight," Sharon whispered to me with a giggle.

It seemed like that now that I knew what to look for everything became much clearer, as there were multiple couples just a little too close or being a bit too flirty. Then, like Cary, there were a few cases where it was more blatant because some touching was going on. While it wasn't everyone, my guess was that with half something was going on and of those it seemed like the majority were the Pecan Street wives, and I realized that if I was honest, I had to put my own wife in that category as well. I could tell from the quick, furtive glances I was getting from others that they thought something was going on too.

John had cleared out a small area as a makeshift dance floor, but it had gone unused so far even though he had kept the music playing non-stop.

"Come on," I said, taking Sharon's hand, suddenly needing to move.

We instantly attracted attention when we began dancing and it was like "breaking the ice" because we were soon joined by several others. I turned to see John and his "Jane" dancing behind us very closely. Her breasts were moving quite freely in the small outfit which mesmerized me for a second before Sharon grabbed my arm and got my attention back. After three songs, we left, but now it seemed like dancing was the focus of attention and our place on the small floor was quickly filled by another couple.

"You sure this isn't a swinger's party?" Sharon asked me with a big grin.

"Well it wasn't when it started. But who knows," I replied, still somewhat amazed by what I was seeing.

We walked up and began speaking with Carl who had the young "hooker" date. He was trying to flirt with her but getting nowhere, although she seemed to be taking it with good humor. We found out her name was Stacy and that she was a friend of Carl's daughter which only reinforced my view that he was a dirty old pervert.

I looked over Carl's shoulder and tried to spot Kelly, finally finding her on the far side of the dance floor partially blocked by several couples. It seemed to take forever for people to move so that I could get a good look, but when they did I was in for another surprise. Kelly was turned with her back to Josh and his hands were on her hips, under the chaps, and calculating the position of his fingers as best I could, I suspected they were resting on her upper thighs and lower tummy. They were moving in a very sensual way, although by now I think everyone was so drunk and so much was going on that no one, other than me, paid them any mind.