Unknown - The swap club

I looked over at her. She was wearing a long silk robe, knotted with a long sash at her waist. She was drying her hair with a large fluffy towel. She walked over to my side and took the beer from my hand, taking a long drink from the neck. I reached up and wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her briefly, then took my beer back. "Sorry, hun, got to watching the news. Feeling better?"

Debby tossed the towel to the floor and settled herself into my lap. She swung her legs across me and over the chair arm, then rearranged her robe close around her. She put an arm around my neck and took another sip of beer. "The one big problem with these parties is cleaning up afterwards." She sipped again.

"Hey, get your own beer!"

"I prefer yours. Besides, I think you've had enough." She pointed at the other two dead soldiers.

"Hmmph. Anyway, next month you won't have that problem. The party is here. Remember?"

Debby finished the beer and set it on the floor. She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me. I hugged her back. "Worried?" I asked.

Debby was quiet for a bit. "Maybe, a bit. What in the world do we do? And this is the Halloween party! I've never had a costume party for adults, let alone a costume orgy."

I laughed softly, and soon had her laughing too. "So call Carol and Denise. They'll give you a hand. All you'll have to do is figure out a costume."

Debby sat upright. "Oh, I've already done that. You're going to be Caesar and wear a toga, and I'm going to be a slave girl and wear a mini-toga. I'll make the outfits from bedsheets." She smiled brightly.

I pulled her back against my chest and hugged her again. "That's my girl! Never say quit." I rubbed her back and suspected the robe was all she had on. I began to nuzzle and lick her neck and ears, and slid my free hand down to her legs. I pulled the robe apart and slid my hand up the inside of her thighs. Debby's breathing became deeper and she parted her legs to allow me easier access. But I bypassed her snatch and moved my hand higher and untied her sash. Only then did I move my hand back down to her crotch. My middle finger found her clit just as I lowered my head to her breasts and began to lick and suck the erect nipples I found. Debby's breath was now coming in ragged pants and gasps, and moments later became muffled cries she silenced by biting a knuckle.

I slowed my fingers and brought my face up to kiss her soft full lips. She shuddered and shivered in my arms and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. "Let's go to bed." She stood and rewrapped her robe. "Come on. Please?"

I stood and followed her.

As I expected, Carol and Denise were happy to help out. For the next several weeks I could usually find one or the other or sometimes both yacking with Deb around the kitchen table. By general agreement it was decided to move the party to the Friday after Halloween. We didn't want Trick or Treaters disturbing this party!

We shuffled the boys off to my folks for the weekend. They wanted to stay for the party, but Mom and Dad were firm and said "No." And besides, Gram and Gramps were taking them to the zoo on Saturday. Appeased, they settled down and I drove them over and dropped them off.

When I got home, Denise had left to go home and change and return with Jeff. Carol was setting up some hors d'oerves in the kitchen. "Jerry will come over in a bit, and I've got my costume here already. I'll change in a bit," she explained. I nodded and headed for the bedroom to shower and put on my toga. This basically involved wrapping a bedsheet died purple once over my shoulder and several times around my waist, then tying a gold sash around my waist to hold it together. Maybe the beach sandals were a mite out of place but emperors get some leeway. I headed back to the living room.

Carol was apparently changing in the bathroom because Deb would have probably changed in our bedroom. I continued down the hall and downstairs, where I found my sweetie in the laundry room off the kitchen. Only Debby must have changed there. She was kneeling and strapping on some high heeled sandals. Her outfit was as simple as my costume. She had taken a large pillowcase and slit the seams along each long side the entire length. With scissors she had cut a large vee at the closed end, then slipped it over her head. A gold colored drapery cord was wrapped around her waist, holding the front and back against her body. It was simple and stunning, and very, very short. Pulled down far enough to cover her pussy, it rode up enough in the back to give a good glimpse of the bottoms of her cheeks.

"Now that looks good!" I exclaimed. "I want you to wear that again, some other time, too." I moved up behind her. "I need some tradition right now."

"Why Jimmy! What if Carol comes in?" she asked, backing up against me and rubbing her ass against me.

"She'll just have to wait her turn," I replied. "Besides, I need some practice in pulling this up." I pulled the toga high enough so my hard and stiff cock poked out from underneath, then moved forward. Debby's comments were in jest only, because she immediately spread her legs wide and bent forward. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, I let go the toga and grabbed her waist. I pushed her forward against the side of the dryer and began bucking against her. An interesting if unplanned aspect of Debby's costume was that the "shoulder straps" kept slipping off her shoulders. She was really showing, swaying to and fro, as we passionately screwed.

I was beginning to peak when Carol walked in. "Hey Debby, got a safety pin? Oh, excuse me." My moment passed as we turned to face Carol. "Don't stop for me!" she cried out, and I began a slow in and out.

Carol stood there in black high heels and fishnet stockings held up by garters. The garters were attached to a strapless "Merry Widow" which cupped and exposed her mammoth breasts. Crotchless panties were the only other thing she wore, but she held a small dress in her hands. She leaned against the washer and watched us. "The safety pin can wait guys. What's up, getting a little ahead of time?" Debby explained about our tradition. Carol nodded. "Yeah, Jerry and I always try to get some ahead of time, too. Before I came over, he did me in the ass. Really great! I hope you don't mind if I watch?"

By now I couldn't have cared if the President and the Pope wanted to watch. I began to pound my wife's wet and willing cunt and Debby began to clamp her twat around me. Next to us, Carol began to pinch and rub her nipples, which stiffened delightfully. Taking one hand off my wife's ass, I reached over and began to finger fuck Carol. She gasped and came immediately, grabbing my hand and holding it between her thighs. Debby and I came shortly thereafter.

"Thanks, Jimmy, you're a sweetheart. I'll make sure to take care of Your Highness later," she said, as Debby and I adjusted our outfits.

"Emperors are called Your Excellency," I commented.

"We'll have to see just how excellent you are." She kissed my cheek as I went to answer the door. "Now, the safety pin?" she asked Debby.

The night went pretty well, I thought, considering it was our first attempt. The costumes were interesting, to say the least. Carol's dress turned out to be a low cut black mini-dress of the "French Maid" type, and Jerry wore tails a la a butler. Dan and Cindy came as cowboy and cowgirl. If real cowgirls dressed that way, the west would never have been won. Stetson hat, leather vest (unbuttoned, nothing beneath), denim string panties, leather chaps, and boots. Ride 'em cowboy! Jeff wore a three piece suit from the seventies, with really wide lapels, and a lot of jewelry, while Denise wore all this really trashy shit. Thigh high patent leather high heeled boots, miniskirt and bustier. A hooker and her pimp. The Wests got really campy. Alice wore a really slinky sheer silk night gown and matching stockings and heels, and Ted had rented a gorilla suit. King Kong and Fay Wray! They took the prize for the night.