Lisa Keller groaned, as much in shame and humiliation, as in budding pleasure as she thought about the chain of events that had brought her to this place of her incipient adultery. She had not wanted to go to this party, but her husband had insisted. They had only been married for six months, and they had moved into this country club neighborhood, into a home that they really couldn't afford. Her new husband, Brad, had stressed to her how important it was that he succeeds in his new job, as the vice-president for real estate sales in this new, exclusive country club subdivision development; and his boss, Alan "Big Al" Martin, insisted that Brad and his new bride Lisa take part in the social affairs of the community.
But Lisa had heard rumors already, while sunning herself at the club pool, of what went on at these parties given by her husband's boss, and his 'trophy' wife, Pamela. Not that Lisa had anything racist in her beliefs, but she had been brought up in the south, and she didn't think it was totally right for a white woman to be married to a black man. She had to admit however, that Mr. Martin ("call me 'Big Al'", as he told her when they had first met), was a rather attractive man. She could understand, she thought, what Pamela had seen in him. He was very tall, over 6' 4'', and was broad-shouldered with a trim waist, and was very muscular and well built, from what she had observed when they were all at the pool party together. Besides, he owned the development company that Brad worked for, and was reputed to be a millionaire many times over. Certainly, he and Pamela had a huge mansion in the subdivision, and Pamela drove a new Mercedes convertible around when she went out shopping, which she apparently did on a daily basis.
She had told Brad that these private parties were rumored to be really far-out, and even, she had heard, there might be some kind of sex or even wife-swapping going on. Brad, however, just poo-poohed her concerns, and told Lisa that he had to attend for the sake of his job. He reminded her that Big Al seemed to be pushing his sales career along, and that they were already totally dependent on Brad's monthly draw against his-as so far-unearned sales commissions. "Just get ready", he said, "and be sure to really dress up showy; wear your new island print sun dress, with those sexy red strappy sandals that we bought you last weekend. And, oh yes, be sure that you have your pedicure redone, you know, have your fingernails and especially your toenails painted a really bright red to go with your sandals. I know that Mr. Martin always notices whether or not the women who work in the office have their toenails painted a nice red or some dark color." "It can't hurt to please him in that little way, at least."
So, she had done as Brad had asked; she had redone her nails herself, in order to save some money. She had picked out a really bright, 'showy' scarlet nail polish at the local K-Mart, and had repolished her toenails that morning. She had fixed her honey-blond hair in a soft style around her face, and had worn the sun dress, with the red strappy sandals that Brad had wanted her to wear, so that her newly painted toenails were very visible and apparent. Looking at herself before they left for the party, she had to admit, to her secret delight, she was looked every bit as hot as that trophy wife, Pamela Martin.
Now, however, she found herself in a most compromising position and she didn't know what to do, or where to go. Al Martin had suggested that they watch some videos after supper. Although she was a little uncomfortable, she went along with everyone else. Right away, however, her comfort level went even lower. Pamela had grabbed Brad by the hand, and had pulled him down onto a chaise-style lounger in the party room, with room enough only for 2 people. That left her and Al Martin alone to take the other 2 person lounger.
Then, Pamela Martin obviously got comfortable by kicking off her sandals (because of what Brad had said about toenail polish, Lisa had noted that Pamela Martin's toe nails were painted a deep rich wine color, with gold-flecking highlights) and lying back on the lounger, pulling Brad down beside her. Pamela wore otherwise only a skimpy halter top, and a sarong style wraparound skirt. Lisa had already noticed that it appeared that Pamela Martin was either wearing nothing on under these items, or at most, almost invisible thong style panties. So when Al Martin had suggested that Lisa take off her sandals, she felt like she had no option but to do so, kicking off the sandals before she sat back on the lounger.
As the evening went on, and the videos became increasingly, explicitly pornographic, Lisa could now see her husband Brad and Pamela on the chaise lounge on the over side of the large game room, where they had become more and more entwined in each other. Although the room was dark except for the light from the tv screen, it was clear that her husband and Pamela were engaged in some heavy petting at the very least; if she was not mistaken, Pam's leg was wrapped around her husband's hips, and she was pushing herself up against his groin. From the sounds they were both making, it was clear that they weren't discussing world politics, and unless she was mistaken, Pam was moaning up into Brad's mouth, as their lips and tongues meshed together.
Al Martin was already kissing her, although she had not opened her mouth for him yet, but his tongue was licking around her lips, and up and down her neck and around her ear lobes. Despite her intentions not to do so, she was becoming aroused, when suddenly Al pushed her back into the lounge they were on, and flipped up the hem of her skirt. She had not worn any bra with the sun dress, at Brad's urging, but she had put on her newest thong panty. She tried to stop his insistent hand, but she didn't want to make any kind of scene. She remembered all too well that her and Brad's livelihood depended on this man's good will. While she was trying to hold his probing hand from going further up her skirt, however, with his other hand, he pulled down the strap on her dress so that he pulled the top right off of one of her large breasts, and her breast (with the nipple already prominently aroused) popped out. He immediately moved his searching mouth down, and took that nipple between his lips and started sucking it with swirling motion of his tongue. She gasped in shock, but yes, arousal as well, as her nipples were one of her hot buttons.
She was so immersed in what his mouth was doing with her nipple that she lost track of his hand under her dress. Just as suddenly as he had taken down her bodice, Al Martin hooked his finger around the band of her thong, and before she was aware of what he had done, he had pulled her thong down below her knees. She grabbed for her panties, but then Al pulled down her top again, and now she was nude from the waist up. She grabbed for her top, but only succeeded in losing Al's hand, and with another sudden move, he had her thong off her bare feet. Now she regretted that she had followed his suggestion that she take off her sandals and make herself comfortable reclining back on the lounger.
She realized that all she now had on was her sun dress, and it was bunched up around her waist. She knew that she had to get up now, and get away from him, even if it meant that Brad would lose his job, or Al would try something even more daring and intimate with her, she was sure of it. But even as she struggled to get up from her semi-reclining position on the lounger, her eyes widened with another new shock as Al, smirking with an obscenely amused look, waved her thong in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, she realized she was already trapped in this situation. Brad would never believe that she had not willingly consented to be where she now was, and even though he was obviously not paying any attention to what she and Al were doing, he would be furious with her for her willing infidelity, she thought. From the look in Al's eyes, he would claim that they had already done much more, and Brad-even if he denied it to her-would believe that story, especially with her now naked and already wet lubricating genital area.
She glanced over at the other lounger, where it was clear that Brad and Pam were actually fucking, as she could see that Brad was between Pam's outstretched thighs, as he hunched his groin up against Pam's obviously willing naked pussy. She couldn't make any outcry now, she couldn't call attention to her predicament; Brad would be more than furious with her. She could only hope that Brad's involvement with Pam would be so complete that he wouldn't notice her own nakedly exposed genitals.
Al whispered to her in a harsh undertone, "your husband's fucking my wife, you know!" "Yeess... Yes, I know", the use of that lewd word sending waves of aroused passion throughout her already trembling body. Nonetheless, she still tried to sit up, but Al pushed the lounger into a fully reclined position, and just as suddenly as he had moved before, he slide his head down her nearly nude body, until his face hovered just over her already moistly spread cuntal lips.
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