Chapter 34: A Night of Surprises

DAVE

Jim cornered me only seconds after we got to his house. “What’s with the blonde? She looks like a professional gal, if you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, “She is. Anne is our gift to everyone tonight. She’s a hot fuck. I tried her out a few days ago. Really worth your time. Our treat.”

No doubt about it, Anne was commanding attention. She pulled Neal into a conversation, only he seemed to be speechless. She was talking about working the streets in Las Vegas and said that he looked like somebody she’d spent some romantic time with there. I almost guffawed my beer all over Jim as we stood there listening to her. She was great at role play.

Jim asked, “Errr, sorry to ask, but is she safe?”

“Oh, yeah, I saw all her paperwork a few nights ago. She’s fine and a lot of fun. She promised she’d remain pure this week, except for us.”

As we looked over, Anne was emptying her gin and tonic into her maw. She then set off to make another. We’d only been at the party five minutes. I happened to note that Anne was using the ‘special’ bottle of gin.

As Anne finished at the bar, I called her over to meet Jim. He was flummoxed but did manage to be polite and to welcome her to his home.

I’d told Anne about the sex swings, and they were in place. Anne pointed at the swing set. “Ah, good, sex swings. I love to get fucked in those things. The man can slam his cock so far inside me, I bet he can see the head when I open my mouth. I love to give blowjobs, too, even while I’m getting fucked. Hey, do you all do gangbangs or allow the women to pull trains?”

The question had been asked of Jim. He mumbled, “I guess we could arrange something, especially if you’re in the swing.”

She leaned over a kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks. That’d make my night, well that and the money.” More gum chewing.

Jim blurted out, “Money?”

Anne waved her hand dismissively, “Oh, you don’t need to worry. My new friends Dave and Mel have it covered. I don’t mind tips if you think that I gave you a good fuck, however. Besides pulling trains, I do like nice romantic little fucks. I’m really good at the GFE; you know, the girlfriend experience. I can leave a guy deeply in love and thinking we’ll be intimate friends for life. I actually like that, too. I also have a snapping pussy and can make guys cum in record time, if I put my mind to it. I think it has to do with how I use the muscles in my cunt.”

Ken had now joined us with Neal. Their mouths were agape as they stared at Anne.

Anne felt she needed to give us some history. “I’ve always been a slut, but a few years ago it hit me like a ton of bricks. I just couldn’t get enough cock deep in my hot, little, wet cooter. You know anybody getting married? I had a specialty doing bachelor parties, but not as many guys are hooking-up at those, these days. I think they like to play the field.

“Hey, any of you got a yacht. I was with one guy who took me out on his yacht and we just anchored out in the Gulf and fucked morning, noon, and night for a three-day weekend. He was on some drugs so he never went soft. I love hard. Hard cocks and hard fucking are my drink of choice.” She raised her ‘G&T’ and took a healthy swig.

After she upended her drink again, she turned to go to the bar and make another. Mel had earlier replaced the regular gin bottle with one we brought from the house with water in it. If there was any side effect, Anne might have to use the bathroom to pee.

Anne came back and asked Evan, who’d also joined us with Brad and Mike, “Hi, I’m Anne. What do you do? You’re good-looking and I can tell that you’re hung.”

Evan gave a slight smile and said, “I star in porn videos.”

“Oh, good, maybe you can spread me wide a little later. I bet your really a great fuck.”

“More or less. Nobody complains.”

She turned to Mike, “You look kind or young? You still in school? You eighteen? I gotta stay legal, you know.”

Mike mumbled something about being twenty-one and just starting his senior year at the university.

Anne went over to him and said, “You ever feel some prime pussy? Give me your finger.”

As the rest of us looked on, she took his hand and forced his middle finger through her wet cunt. I thought Mike would faint, but then she made him taste her on his finger. I didn’t blink an eye.

Jim suddenly frowned. He said, “Hey, could I try that and also kiss you?”

Anne turned to Jim. They kissed and he ran his fingers through her slit. He turned to me and said, “Bringing in a ringer, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“This girl is not for real. What’s going on?”

Some of the women had gathered in a circle behind us. They were chuckling.

Mel said loudly, “You can do a reveal, Anne.”

Anne came and took my arm. She looked around at the circle of men and said, “Hi, my name is Anne Turner. I’m Dave’s secretary and I am seriously interested in joining this group of fun-loving friends and lovers.”

MEL

I asked Jim, “How’d you know?”

He chuckled, “She’s supposedly drunk three gin and tonics in fifteen minutes, and has no smell of gin on her breath. Something’s fishy. And then I thought about how outrageous she’s been right out of the box, so I figured this was a little put-up role play of some kind.”

Anne kissed his cheek. “Good detective work, handsome. I really would like some company in that sex swing, however. And, by the way, I am hornier than a Louisiana tree toad in the spring time. Role playing a hooker got me all bothered in the right way.”

Dave stepped in and praised her work as his secretary, and only the past week discovering her penchant for the lustier things in life. Wendy also commented that she’d know Anne for three years, and thought that she walked on water.

I told Jim and the other men that Anne had been at the morning coffee and we’d conspired to use Anne to tease the men with a ‘hired escort’.

Jim said, “Well, you had me going. I really bought into the whole thing until it occurred to me what I wasn’t observing. Being a dentist, I’m sensitive to people’s mouths and breaths. I also wondered just how fast somebody could drink three whole glasses of mostly gin.”

The cocktail hour did motor along in a more predictable way. I watched Dave and wondered how he’d cope with the much larger surprise of the evening that was especially for him. It was far greater than having Anne join us.

Our group picnic could have fed twice as many people. At that point, there were eighteen of us, slight imbalanced towards the female genre. Also, since we were getting towards October, the days were noticeably shorter. Despite that, the temperatures had remained most pleasant, even into the nighttime.

After dinner, we did the dance routine almost automatically. Couples formed, and as usual, a few moved right into the romance part of the night. Anne really had latched onto Jim, and I’d heard her say to him over dinner that she didn’t need much in the way of foreplay.

Jim had her lithe body naked and stretched out on a chaise as he ate her into some pleasant orgasms, unless I misread her signals. I couldn’t complain, Evan had my hot and wet cooter in his mouth. He did a thing with his fingers inside me that hit the right spots. No complains.

Darkness descended on the patio and even the dancers joined the sex-enthused crowd. Jim had turned on the little sparkly white holiday lights around the edge of the patio. They gave off just enough light to see what you were doing, and appreciate your partner’s body.

Dave had Bridget’s thighs wrapped around his head. He loved to eat out the Irish redhead. With her dedication to her studies and graduating early none of us saw enough of her.

I saw our newcomers arrive. They tiptoed out of the house, mindful of what was going on and also the likely shockwave they’d soon produce. We’d planned this out pretty well, I thought.

Neal had been eating out Cindy, but they broke apart. Mary joined them – Dave’s mother. Cindy flowed into Bob’s arms, giving him a knock-your-socks-off kiss that heated up the swimming pool. The arrivals were quickly naked and fully involved in the sex on two different chaises.

The explosion didn’t come for another ten minutes. I guess Bridget was doing a really good job of distracting my husband with her need for his loving.

Then it happened. Dave all but exploded into microscopic pieces of human.

“MOTHER ... WHAT THE FUCK!”

“DAD ... NO, NO, NO. FUCK!

We’d all expected it, but I’m sure the volume of Dave’s shouts across the patio could have been heard downtown Chicago, about fifteen-hundred miles away.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” That was my cue. I hoped we’d still be talking by the end of the evening.

I left Evan, as expected, and went over to Dave who had dumped Bridget on the ground to stare as his mother, naked and riding Neal in an erect cowgirl. She smiled at Dave.

I put my arm around my husband, “It’s alright, honey. Your parents wanted to be included in our group. They’ve gotten to know everyone, and I’m sorry we kept this from you, but this was important to them, and with love we accepted them.”