Chapter 24: Toga Party

DAVE

Mike continued to encourage Mel and me to wear toga costumes so we wouldn’t stand out too much at the Phi Theta Rho toga party. Mel and I took some old sheets and she did some creative sewing one evening. I ended up with a traditional toga, a gold corded belt, sandals, and a crown of plastic ivy ‘fig’ leaves on my head. I did look like I’d stepped out of a Hollywood movie depicting spectators at a chariot race in Roman days.

Mel’s outfit turned out to be similar, but given her design talents it was considerably sexier. She made a white tunic with a plunging neck line that guaranteed to attract attention to her small form and bounteous breasts. She also used the gold cord for a belt.

Her toga came to high-thigh, leaving lots of great leg showing, with an opening on each side that then ran all the way from the hemline by her thigh to the top of the dress, just held together with white laces to keep the pieces together and on her body. Underneath, seeing that gap, there was no doubt that she was naked. She also had some jeweled sandals, and a tiara of artificial flowers in her hair. She added some make-up, especially to her eyes, and she was a very sexy attendee for the party. She also looked more like a co-ed than a chaperone.

Mel said, “I have plans for tonight. I hope that hall pass is still valid, I may need twenty more of them before tomorrow.” She waited after that pronouncement to see whether I was going to complain to limit her someway. I had no such thoughts. Heck, I had my own hopes for the party.

I said to Mel, “Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I think I have plans for tonight, too.” I actually hoped to see some naked co-eds, but had few expectations beyond that fantasy.

Mel and I kissed on that statement, basically giving each other carte blanche. I said to her, “Just remember you’re mine, and I give you complete freedom to enjoy yourself however you decide. Do stay safe.”

The party was ramping up as we arrived at the Phi Theta Rho fraternity house. The party was supposedly a joint party with Kappa Delta Alpha sorority, so members of both houses were bringing dates to the event. Everyone that we saw wore a toga or tunic, so I didn’t feel too foolish. Moreover, I had a deep all-over tan as did Mel, so I think we looked pretty sharp.

I was pleased to see a large poster near the front door talking about how PTR and KDA both practiced Positive Consent, with some bullet points about what that meant. There were also several signs that said, ‘If you have illegal drugs, please leave. You’re not welcome here.’

Mike greeted us and gave us a tour of the house from top, where the sleeping loft was, down through the study rooms, the public rooms, and then to the finished basement where the bulk of the party was currently underway: a large room complete with a live band and at least fifty couples dancing like wild banshees to the rock music.

Mike explained that they had three kegs behind the bar and also two vats of punch. He carefully noted that one vat was NA or non-alcoholic punch and that the other was PUNCH! I saw people taking glasses from each tub, so had hopes that there wouldn’t be as many hangovers the next day as there’d be if there was only one vat of the stronger stuff. This crowd might have learned to pace themselves.

Mel wanted to dance, and so she corralled Mike into dancing with her. Before they been dancing for thirty seconds, Bridget pasted her toga-clad body against me and gave me a kiss that nearly set the place on fire. We kept that up for well over a minute. Others were watching us – the ‘older guy’ and the really hot redhead freshman. I started to dance with her after that. For a minute on the dance floor, Cindy appeared and gave me a very enthusiastic kiss with lots of tongue. She was with a guy who stood by and just watched us; at least he was smiling.

I lasted for a few dances and then broke off to wander around the house. Mel was still being wild on the dance floor dancing aerobically. There were people spread-out everywhere, and everyone seemed to have a drink. I got a red Solo cup of beer from the keg and headed upstairs.

Despite the active party going on downstairs, lights in the public rooms had been dimmed. There were a few couples scattered about in chairs and on sofa making out, a favorite college sport. I ignored them, but visually made sure that everyone seemed happy with what was happening.

The study rooms one flight up were a little different. Some mattresses had been moved down from the sleeping loft to several study rooms. I peeked in a few with the doors cracked. There were couples more engaged than the others in making out, specifically many of their togas were not on their bodies. Everybody seemed more or less sober and happy with what was going on.

There were two couples in one room. One guy was getting a blowjob, and the other girl was having her pussy eaten and looked very content. She was necking with the guy getting the BJ.

There was a couple fucking in the next room. The girl was on top and had generous boobs that were swinging wildly about as she bounced atop the man’s midsection, almost separating from him and then plunging her body back down on his.

In the room two doors down, there were two guys and a girl. She was on a student desk sucking on one guy who stood beside her while the other fucked her. She saw me, smiled, and waved me into the room in invitation to have a piece of her. I just waved one hand, grinned, and backed out the door, leaving it slightly ajar the way it had been.

Given what I’d just seen, I was surprised to find nobody in the sleeping loft. I went back to the main party in the basement after another sweep through the ground floor rooms. I found some snacks and had some shrimp cocktail and a slider.

The large basement room was packed with dancing couples gyrating crazily to the band’s music. I saw Cindy dancing and waved at her. Then I noted Trish with another college guy right next to her. With the dim lighting and everybody in near look-alike togas, it was hard to identify people. Before I could get to them, a pretty, long-haired, co-ed pulled me into the dance with her. We made it through one song and briefly in the pause between songs she told me, “Hi, I’m Wendy.” I told her I was Dave, and then it was impossible to talk again because of the noise level of the music.

A slow song came on, and Wendy melted into my arms with her arms around my neck. She pulled me down so we could kiss. I was surprised by the sudden intimacy, but didn’t resist. Turned out, I liked kissing pretty college girls. Who knew?

As we danced to the quieter music, Wendy got a few words to me, “I’m friends with Bridget, Cindy, and Trish. I know who you are. I’m so glad to connect with you. I feel honored.” Her smile lit up the whole room.

I tried to explain that I was one the chaperones along with my wife, Mel, but Wendy laughed and pointed to a dark corner of the dance floor where Mel was dancing with a handsome young man who happened to have one hand reaching through the gap that she’d designed into her tunic. He was pawing away madly at her generous breasts, and she looked quite pleased with his efforts. I even watched them kiss, although it was kind of sloppy. I laughed because Mel had turned ‘horny co-ed’.

MEL

Mike and Bridget were dancing near me, and with a lot of laughter were also urging Jeff to grab some boob, meaning my boob. Bridget’s toga had slipped off one of her shoulders, leaving the material bunched around her waist and only on one shoulder. Her boob on the one side occasionally made an appearance as she danced, and this was a slow number. I watched Mike tuck her breast back into her toga. They were laughing and didn’t care. The people around them had seen the wardrobe malfunction, but paid no mind. This was a wild party.

Dave and Wendy, I was told, danced across the area towards us and I gave Dave one of those looks that communicated happiness as well as a request not to interrupt with what was going on. I wanted Jeff pawing my tits.

Bridget pulled Dave to her and laid a huge kiss on him that included lots of tongue. She also kissed Wendy the same way, and then pushed them together again. They were laughing. Mike and I bumped fists despite Jeff’s hand inside my tunic actually toying with my nipple, and then we all started to dance again to the music. I’d only met Wendy about ten minutes earlier, but Bridget told me that she was a keeper.

As we danced to the slow number, Jeff and I really got to making out. I liked the way he kissed and he was being a gentleman in how he was fondling my body and feeling my ass. I’d been told that he was a good guy, too. I was really getting into him and if he continued with me, he was going to be a lucky boy.

I wondered how much Wendy had heard from our mutual friends about the Sex Club and whether she’d said anything to anybody else. We’d never talked about keeping our ‘club’ a secret, but figured that everybody in it would be discreet.

Jeff pulled me around so my back was to his front. This enabled him to slip his hand through the laces that made up the nearly open sides of my R-rated tunic, and hence he could fondle and palm my bare breasts even more effectively than he’d been doing – skin on skin. I danced back against him, rubbing my ass against the obvious bulge in his pants. Dave saw me and winked at me. I winked back, in essence telling him I was going to go for it, whatever ‘it’ turned out to be.

Wendy and Dave were dancing in a snug embrace, and were often kissing. Given the hour, the band was playing an increasing number of slow and romantic songs, generally softening the sound, and reducing the pace of the fast ones. The one singer with the band had a really sexy voice and encourage people to get-together, to make out, and to hook-up. More and more people were waiting out the faster songs on the sidelines of the dance floor anyway, often making out as they did.

Jeff saw me watch Dave and Wendy making out a few feet away. The pretty brunette was kissing him with increasing frequency and ardor. Jeff said, “Wendy is a junior or senior in Kappa Delta Alpha, the sorority co-sponsoring this toga party. I think she’s a business major. She’s cute, although a little on the voluptuous side for me. I like people like you.” I watched Wendy grind her toga-clad pussy against my husband’s leg, occasionally humping his thigh. Dave was very accommodating to her. I could see signs of the hard-on in his toga when she pulled the cloth tight across his body.

Several of the co-eds on the dance floor dropped the shoulder parts of their togas, leaving them topless. Even some of the conservative young women whose bra straps showed over their shoulders as they wore their toga, doffed the toga top and their bras. I liked this fraternity party and the people at it more and more.

I love having my breasts free, so I had Jeff help me adjust my tunic until I was bare from the waist up. Heck, I’d designed it to make that an easy adjustment. I also knew that I’d be able to lose the rest of the outfit in about a second when we were ready for pussy play. Several people looked at my hooters in awe, and that made me feel really good. I was proud of my body. My nips were standing at attention, and several other guys took advantage for a quick feel. I thrust my tits into their hands just to make it easier. I wanted to be a good role model to the other girls. I wondered whether Jeff or anybody else could smell my female aromas that were signaling that I was getting horny as all fuck along with everybody else at the party.

I found my drink on a shelf running around the large room, and finished my first beer. I’d probably exercised off more calories than I’d drink for the entire night. I was feeling a little damp all over, but especially in my crotch.

I saw Wendy drop her top for Dave, displaying a nice jiggly pair of young breasts with lovely pink areolas and nipples to cap them off. While pretending to dance, Dave got his mouth on one and then the other tit of his partner as she fed them to him with both hands. The whole room was doing something like that. This event had just turned into my type of party.

DAVE

I suggested to Wendy that we take a walk around the house to be sure everybody was happy with what was going on. She agreed and so we went up the stairs. The public rooms had become nearly dark and full of couples making out. About half the women were topless, a few cocks were in female hands getting loved and stroked or in mouths being sucked. One naked female was having her pussy eaten by a dark-haired boy kneeling in front of her and making wild and excessive slurping sounds. The men seemed focused on making any bare and available female skin happy and aroused. The moaning all sounded very happy.