Chapter 25: Welcome Home Party and Other Events

The first floor of the house, the patio, and even the pool were busy places starting in the mid-afternoon. Wendy and Tracy had bought various pool decorations. Some would come into play after dark as they floated in the pool and changed colors. The highlight, however, was a huge ride-on pink flamingo that drifted from one end to the other with the light winds. The bird was a gaudy pink color but invited smiles and play; it could hold two people easily.

The patio and living room were staged for serving meals buffet style and providing space to sit and eat. Unfortunately, the weather was ‘iffy’ – we couldn’t tell whether it would rain or stay dry through the party. We wouldn’t know until late in the afternoon or even into the early hours of the party. Fortunately, the patio was partly covered by the overhang of some upstairs rooms and a balcony that also looked out over the bay.

Garth and Scott set up the massage table, the sex swing, and the sybian on the patio, but under cover. They arranged the sex mats so they’d be ready to either spread out on the patio or pull inside the living room in case of foul weather.

The caterers parked a large truck in our driveway that had our complete dinner for thirty-plus people – everything from tables, chairs, and table cloths to after-dessert coffee and tea. They had tables and chairs for both inside and outside, and were ready to adapt. I noted that the two male members of the catering team took a while to adjust to the partial nudity around the house and yard, and also that a ‘hot’ nearly-naked seventeen-year-old girl named Wendy, who only wore a monokini, was in charge.

As it turned out, not everyone had gotten ‘new’ partners for the evening. Bob and Rich, my next-door neighbors along with their wives Nicole and Sandy, had all gotten additional dates. So had Doug and Dakota.

Just off of the kitchen was a room that we had yet to decorate that we called the Media Room. It had an eighty-five-inch flat screen TV on the wall and enough seating for over a dozen people in comfortable chairs and a fold-out sofa. Mostly we used the room when we wanted to watch a movie. For the party, the double doors were open and one of Jill’s most recent videos had been set to play in an endless loop. She described the film as her best suck, fuck, and butt video. We’d agreed to see whether any of the new guests would figure out that Jill Towels was also Jill Studmaker – the nymphomaniac, bisexual, porn queen that starred in the video.

The astute observer might have also noted that one of the male bodies appearing periodically during the video closely resembled Michael’s. Porn was a family event.

Scott got some jazzy music playing over the outside speakers. The music seemed to help lighten the load of the workers setting up tables and such. I looked around at all of the chaises, sex mats, swings; everything was coming together. I’m sure the catering team wondered about the perverts that they’d be serving, plus we had done this before with them so a few of them had a good idea of what would happen before they left after folding up the dinner arrangement.

I had a slight regression on my morality about five o’clock. I stood on the patio and looked back at the house. By then everything was pretty well set-up except for the food and that was being tended to by the four people doing the catering and bartending.

I thought, ‘An orgy with about thirty people will be taking place here soon. There’ll be couples, threesomes, and moresomes everywhere that I’m looking having oral sex, fucking, and doing lewd things with each other. My old self would have been shocked. My new self actually looked forward to the event.’

Our first guests arrived at six p.m. – our next-door neighbors. Rich and Sandy were first with Melissa and Gordon, their ‘dates’. The latter two had only met a few minutes ago, but Rich had told me they’d known both of them through their swinger’s circle for a couple of years. Gordon was a musician and also taught music at the high school. He had a goatee and seemed kind of Bohemian. Melissa was the co-owner of a florist shop on Main Street and seemed to know the score all-around. They all politely showed us their clean test results as they came in the door.

Bob and Nicole showed up with another couple, Seth and Carolyn – a married couple but from their swinger’s group that they’d been in for over a decade. Seth ran the local franchise for AutoZone, and Carolyn was a jack-of-all-trades assistant manager at a patio furniture store. I made a note to talk to her later about getting more comfortable chaises for the patio.

Some good news at that point: the weather would hold off all night, so there’d be no rain or wind during the party.

The caterers that had been helping with food and hors d’oeuvres flowed out onto the patio to get drink orders and show people where the bar was and told what to expect for dinner. Accompanying them were Michael and Jill – who we were feting, Holly, Garth, Scott, Wendy, Tracy, Missy, and Lauren. Some of their ‘dates’ soon arrived: Joel and Cole. The patio filled up quickly.

Dakota showed up with a handsome and studly man about her age named Tom. I got a pang of jealousy when I saw them holding hands. She read what was going on with her superior empathy. She turned back to me as he started for the bar and whispered, “Don’t worry. I love you. This is just some party fun. He’s a nice guy that I’ve known for a while. Prior to tonight, I haven’t seen him for over a year or more.”

I’d used those words with her when we were clowning around and I suggested she get a horny male to bring to the party. She’d told me then that she had a candidate, only she didn’t give him a name at the time.

Doug, a neighbor of Holly’s, had been sitting with us at another event. I asked whether he could round up a ‘horny date’ on only one week’s notice before a party. He laughed and said that he knew no one as horny as we all were, but he had two possibilities, but that he’d have to spill the beans about the sexual nature of the party as he asked them in turn. He said that his bets were on a cute young girl that he’d just met at a restaurant named Lola.

I said, “Please do. We don’t want anyone to suddenly realize what’s happening and go screaming into the streets yelling ‘Orgy, orgy!’

Lola had indeed become his date. Upon arrival, I could tell that she’d been briefed about what would go on. She was all goggle-eyes about the people and layout for the party, almost as though she expected to arrive and see the orgy in high gear. We were slightly more subtle than that I hoped.

At that time there was nothing too startling about any of what was happening that you wouldn’t see at any other party – at least at six o’clock. Lola looked to be somewhere between fifteen and her mid-thirties. I guessed more on the younger side. I assumed Doug knew what he was doing with someone closer to his age. He was twenty-three. Lola kept looking around, but I thought things were pretty normal.

Well, the partial nudity by most women, the sex swing, sybian, our sex mats, and massage table were maybe a little over the top and the harbingers of things to come beyond ‘normal’. Only then did I also notice a table in the corner of the patio against the house. Laying on the table were an amazing array of sex toys to choose and play with – for both males and females. Lola probably did have somethings to gawk at. At least, she looked interested and I would have bet that she was very wet between her legs.

Lola did remove her halter top to her bikini and joined the ‘swing free’ women at the party. Unlike some of the older women, she was young enough to be perky, and she also seemed to have perpetually erect nipples that I really wanted to suck on. From the looks she was getting; I wasn’t the only male with that idea. Her date seemed aloof to the attributes of the cute young woman.

I unveiled the cake during cocktails, lifting off the large opaque plastic cover that hid the picture emblazoned on the sheet cake. The eighteen-by-thirty-inch single-layer cake was an instant success and the source for a lot of laughter and teasing of the couple we were honoring for having come ‘home’ to Florida.

The icing on the flat surface of the cake consisted of a full-size color photograph that consisted of Jill lying back in a modified spoon position, her top leg in the air to expose her pussy, with Michael behind her with his generous cock buried deep in her body. Both faces were highly visible along with all the details of their pornographic fuck. They both blushed upon seeing the cake and hearing many of the lewd comments being tossed around, mostly about wanting to eat her pussy or suck on his dick, depending on who commented. Her breasts weren’t ignored either. I’d lifted the picture from one of Jill’s most recent porn movies.

Earlier that day, after Holly knew there was a party, I told her what I was doing with the cake. She laughed and was fine with the whole idea. She just wanted to see the final product ahead of time so she could appreciate it more.

Jill and Michael posed for about a hundred pictures with the cake in front of them. Jill was wearing both monokini and some lingerie – a pink bikini thong along with a gauzy, see-through cover-up that I think belonged to Wendy or Tracy. Of course, like most of the other women her breasts clearly showed through the alluring gossamer fabric. Michael was dressed in athletic shorts and a men’s polo shirt. They were laughing at the cake and the many reactions.

Holly even posed with the couple at the cake, stating that she also wanted to eat Jill’s pussy a little later. Seeing her standing nearby, I watched Lola nodding slightly that she liked that idea, too. I made note to try to find Lola a little later; she interested me and had some kind of mystique about her.

Cocktails and dinner flew by. By the time our couple were ready to cut the cake, it was dark out thanks to the time of the year. Even with the sunset, the temperature remained in the upper seventies, so everyone was comfortable.

I arranged things so that Lola sat across from me at dinner. We had a good conversation, but it was mostly me explaining who was who at the party. I leaned that she was twenty-two and from the ‘middle of Idaho. She didn’t seem to want to go into details about that. She’d just arrived in Sarasota and had started to look for a job. She asked a lot about me and my work, and then displayed her fascination with Jill’s technology work on the west coast.

As the caterers put out the after-dinner jugs with coffee in them and faded away, Scott turned up the volume on the dance music playing on the patio. The music mix seemed to shift to something slower and more romantic. Couples were dancing everywhere, and there was a lot of making out going on as they swayed with the music. Licking and sucking on breasts seemed to be the starting foray for many of the romantically-inclined dancers. A few others went right to one of the chaises, got naked, and started fucking. A few men quickly had their fingers in wet, dark places making their partners happy.

Jill had already declared over dinner that I was to be her first partner. I felt wanted and loved by the horny porn star after our intimate dinner-table conversation. We’d already formed a long-distance bond thanks to Holly and our various video calls. By the time we started dancing, she was nude except for her CFM heels, and insisted that I shed the two items of clothing that I wore. Dancing naked changed the whole nature of dancing, and was much more fun.

Jill told me as we swayed to the music, “I am so turned on by everything going on here at the house, you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me. I love this whole idea of group sex on a frequent basis. I got more of the nitty-gritty details from Holly before the party. In all the work I did in porn, there were only a few opportunities to experience anything like this – and around here it’s the norm. I love it.”

I reminded her, “You don’t get to spend the whole evening with one person. Well, I guess you could, but traditional behavior around here on party nights is to pick another partner for a second, and then a third or fourth round, each with a different partner for variety.”

Jill looked amazed, “You can go four times over the course of an evening?”

“I’ve done six, but that was a rare day. I did take some Cialis, so that influences the outcome, too. All that said, we aim for meaningful experiences rather than numbers or quantity.”

“Oh, I know that. As I said, Holly and I talked a long time before cocktails started. I was full of questions and still am, but experience is a learning event, too. One question, though; have people had gangbangs as part of any of your parties? I didn’t think to ask Holly that.”

I grinned, “It has happened in both planned and unplanned ways. By planned I mean that it was set up ahead of time and the men were lined up to participate with appropriate instructions from the woman or her regular partner. The unplanned ones are more spur of the moment. For some reason when a woman gets on that massage table, she wants every guy at the party to come and sink their cock into her pussy or ass or mouth or all three, and do some serious fucking and cumming.” I gestured at the empty table. I could see that Jill was already horny beyond normal, but then again, my idea of normal was pretty warped.

Jill jumped up and down in my arms in glee. “I am so sexually aroused that I just might pull one of the unplanned trains tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”

I chuckled and said with some degree of sarcasm, “I am here only as an instrument for your lasting physical and emotional pleasure. You are beautiful and a nymphomaniac – a unicorn; what’s not to like and make me want to please you in every way possible.”

Jill pulled away and looked at me for a second. She said, “No deeper bullshit was ever spoken.” We went right back into our clinch and were kissing as I held both her erect nipples in the fingers of each hand and gently twisted and pulled. Jill’s reaction told me that I was doing a good thing.

I started to lead her to a chaise, but she balked slightly. She pointed and said, “Massage table, please. Based on what you said, I really do have plans for the evening.”

Ten seconds later, I had Jill reclining on the massage table as I ran my hands all over her body, now that all the parts were in reach. I focused on her lower body. We even had some massage oils, and I applied some of those. In the dim light, her body glistened in a very sexy way.

Jill tasted divine. I again found my own amazement that each woman that I got to perform cunnilingus on had a different taste and texture to her pussy. Jill had a manicured strip of hair on her mons and a small tattoo of a heart nearby. I stroked and kissed around the whole area when my tongue wasn’t trying to follow my fingers inside her. Jill was spewing out sex juices in large quantities. She was turned on.

Somehow, Jill eventually flipped the roles we were playing around. I was on the table, lubed up with massage oil, and she had my very hard cock completely down her throat as she showed that she could ingest my dick and easily push her nose against my pubes. I about exploded, but managed to contain my first ejaculation. I did note that we were being watched by some of the nearby couples.

Jill grinned as she pulled off of me, “When I started in porn, I couldn’t do that. I did a barely passable blowjob. My director sat me down and told me that if I planned to remain in the business that I had to deep throat, do anal, love creampies and cum all over my body – inside and out, and not mind getting DPed or having interracial partners. I did all of that, and ended up making a shitload of money. The first three months after my eighteenth birthday I made over $25,000. I almost exploded with pride. At that rate, I was making six-figures a year. I bought a new car and paid cash – a sporty little red convertible. I was doing a lot of fucking both on and off camera. I was in heaven.

Jill mounted me, proudly crouched over me with my cock trapped right at the entrance to her vagina without penetration. She smiled and then slithered her lower body down my erect shaft until I had no more to give her. I was totally inside her. Jill came. Her whole body shuddered and spasmed as she came into my arms and we kissed.