Chapter 29: Margo’s Surprise

Deke and I were talking on the patio just before the caterers were going to start dinner. People were scattered around in clusters. I looked over at Margo wearing my dress. I liked the effect it had on her.

Margo dropped a cocktail napkin and then slowly bent over straight-legged to pick it up. As she bent, the back of the dress rose up over her cute butt, displaying her two cheeks, as well as her pussy. She finally caught the napkin in two fingers and slowly stood up again, allowing the back of the dress to drop so that only the bottoms of her two cheeks were exposed.

Deke fanned his face. “Holy shit. That’s my boss’s wife. I just saw all there was to see of her, or most of it.”

I laughed and poked at him. I did mention to her that there’d be a lot of nudity after dinner with attendant sexual couplings. You might want to get a piece of that.

Deke shook his head. “Stan is my boss. He has to sign-off on my flight proficiency and also any future upgrades plus salary increases. I think that if I tapped Margaret, I’d be shooting myself in the foot.”

“I’ll ask him ... and her about that. Maybe the opposite is true; if you don’t make love to her, they’ll think you don’t like either of them and that puts your job in jeopardy.”

“Shit, Brie. You just made this a lose-lose situation for me.”

“I’m sure that it’s a win-win. Come on, let’s have dinner with them. They need to be included in this group more so they feel welcome.”

We sat at one of the outside tables that had been set up on the patio. There were eight people to a table and there were five tables. Even looking around, I saw a few other faces I didn’t recognize.

Our table consisted of Stan, Margo, Deke, Tara, little Allie – who’d dressed like a parochial schoolgirl, Todd, Kevin, and me – four women and four men. I made sure to sit next to Margo. Behind us at the next table were Sheri and Maryann.

We were promptly served some small salads by the caterers.

Margo asked, “Is it always a sit-down dinner like this?”

“No, this is new. I think this is Maryann’s touch to add some civilization to Jake’s sex parties. Many of them were bathing suit cookouts. I’m sure we’ll do that again, too. Monokinis to start with, but lots of those disappear shortly after arrival.”

Margo ruminated, “Sex parties. That just kind of rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? Just what will happen? What should I expect?”

“We’re well behaved. No one jumps you or violates whatever you think is proper etiquette about getting started. You’ll need to tell anybody that asks whether you accept their invitation to be together, and then whether you have any limits. The guys will ask if they want to do anal, or anything equivalently kinky. Mostly, it’s just sex with a new partner in various positions. Frequently, you’ll be asked if you want to swap partners with whomever is nearby. That’s fun to do, I might add.”

“And it’s just straight sex?”

I chuckled, “Depends on the man. If you find yourself with our neighbor Brent or young Derek, Allie’s boyfriend, they just keep fucking and fucking and fucking, right through orgasm after orgasm, until you want to stop. You’ll be full of cum by then. They’re great. I don’t know how they can do what they do, but they can.

“Some of the other men are really into oral sex – before, during, and after your session with them. They love to eat pussy and are really good at it, and by good, I mean that they deliver you lots of orgasms. A few of the men will ask that you blow them. Everyone swallows, so if you don’t you might want to tell them up front so they know what to expect.”

The entrée got served – individual servings of beef wellington. The meat was so tender you could almost cut it with your fork. Later, I learned that Jake had the meat flown in from Argentina.

Margo asked, “After dinner, do people just stand up here and strip and then start fucking or whatever?”

I laughed. “I think we’re a little more subtle than that, especially tonight. We’ll give the caterers time to clear the tables and then a few will probably shed their clothing and go swimming. That will signal the others that it’s time to be clothing optional. After that, you’ll see couples and an occasional threesome form around the patio. If it’s too humid or hot outside for you, just ask your partner to take you to the living area and use a sofa.

“Margo, you can stay close to me all night if you wish. I won’t mind. I’m pretty slutty, so I’ll end up fucking five or six men. Things will usually slow to a stop when the guys run out of stamina or semen or whatever.”

“I forgot to ask, do the women do anything together?”

I grinned. “Sometimes – between rounds or on cleanup. Nothing is forced.”

Margo blushed, “I’m open to that idea – very open, and even hopeful.”

I gave Margo a broad smile.

Deke got up to go to the bar and get refills for some of us. I quickly turned to Stan. “Deke is very worried about whether or not to make love to your wife. He believes if he does, his career is dead; and that if he doesn’t, you’d consider it a snub, and his career would be dead.”

Stan laughed. “I have one mission on the visit, and that is to fuck Skye. She’s been under my nose for almost a year, and I’m infatuated with her. Margaret knows. What Margaret wants to do – or Deke – is of no concern to me. Whether he does or doesn’t do anything with her doesn’t influence me one way or the other. What happens here, stays here.”

Stan thought for a moment and then said, “I hadn’t thought of the influence my position has on either Deke or Skye. I would guess she has similar thoughts and concerns. I don’t know what I can say to either of them that wouldn’t be seen as self-serving.”

I nodded. “Let me be your intermediary.”

Deke came back with a bar tray full of wine glasses and distributed them around the table. We went back to the earlier conversation about Caribbean resorts.

Immediately after dinner as the tables were cleared by the catering staff, I spoke to Skye and told her about Stan’s desires. She gave me a devilish grin and said, “At least we’re of the same mind about wanting to get together. I’ll take care of him.” She headed off in his direction.

Next, I caught Deke when he wasn’t near anybody and filled him in on my brief discussion with Stan – his boss. He seemed happy that his actions would have no bearing on his job and career success. Deke immediately headed back to Margo.

I liked playing the role of cupid and looked around to see how Tara was doing. She was talking with Todd, who she’d already hooked-up with in Denver, and with our friend Cord. I knew that either man would give her a great experience for part of the evening.

I joined Tara, figuring I’d take whichever man was ‘leftover’ from her selection. We could always swap midway through our round of lovemaking.

Tara gravitated towards Cord, a new man that she hadn’t yet been with. I took that as a cue to coyly start my seduction of Todd. He responded well to my overtures, and almost immediately I led the four of us to a couple of chaises.

Maryann came by us and told us that the caterers were ‘out of the way’ for the night. That was the ‘Go’ phrase that everyone needed. As she wended her way through the group and dinner tables, there was a flurry of activity as clothes were removed and some serious PDAs started.

Todd and I were naked in seconds, and I had his prong in my mouth. He was one of the men that relished my relatively new ability to deep throat someone, providing they weren’t the width of a beer can. I brought him to the edge, and then we traded places.

As Todd went down on me, I scanned the surrounding area. I spied Margo on another chaise with Deke ensconced between her legs with his tongue as deep in her middle-age pussy as he could get it. She was holding and guiding his head with a lustful look on her face. She obviously liked what was happening.