Chapter 2

"I am dying of curiosity," said Melba Dow. "When Sally called to invite us over, she said they were getting a few couples together for dinner and some 'adult games.' Apparently, Jack's brother gave Jack some party games or something for his birthday. So, they are having a few friends over to try them out. If I didn't know that Jack and Sally were so straight-laced, I'd suspect they were having a swingers party or something."

"Not in this one-horse town," laughed David, Melba's husband. "Jack's our fucking dentist, for god's sake."

"Well, I can't wait to see what the evening has in store," replied Melba.

"Is what I have overheard true... all you women want to be diddled by Jack Richmond!"

"That's not true... he is cute... in a straight-laced, square-jawed, super white teeth sort of way."

"White bread is super white too... and about as exciting as Jack, I'll bet."

"You're just jealous, Mr. Dow, because he can legally gas women... lord knows what he does to them... us... while we are under the influence in his little chair!" said Melba sarcastically.

"Probably honks those little hooters of yours, huh?" laughed David as he swung their sleek sports car into the Richmond's tree lined driveway.

"You mean these little puppies?" Melba raised her hands to her very firm, smallish breasts.

Tall and willowy, Melba Dow was the beautiful Polynesian wife of David Dow, a rather short, rugged African-American man with a soft, southern accent. Both were successful lawyers. The Dow's had created quite a stir when they moved to town. It wasn't simply because of their mixed race marriage or because she was head and shoulders taller than he was. They were just a bit different than most people in the town. They wore more youthful clothes than their years, drove a hot Porsche, and generally looked a little too outrageous for corporate law.

Melba was at least 6'1" and possessed the most extraordinary complexion, a tone reminiscent of dark milk chocolate. Her flawless skin was not what caught everyone's eye, however. It was the way Melba moved. She didn't simply walk, sit, or stand. She flowed like a panther and had the long, lustrous black hair and mysteriously captivating dark eyes to complete that image. Melba's long legs seemed never ending and when she cocked her hip to one side while deciding on a selection in the grocery store, stock boys gathered and male patrons brought their buggies to screeching halts. It had been Sally's idea to invite the Dow's to the party largely because of Melba's very sensuous demeanor and long, lithe body.

David Dow, on the other hand, was a wiry Texan, handsome in a rough sort of way, who grew up poor and black in a fishing family on the Gulf of Mexico coast. As a youth, he had promised himself three things when he grew up: he would be wealthy; he would never eat fish again; and he would marry a woman, preferably white, who could make all his sexual fantasies come true. David had realized all his dreams and he was proud of it.

David brought their car to a halt in the Richmond's circuitous driveway and Melba opened her door. The skirt she wore rose high on her lissome legs as she sought to extricate herself from the passenger side of their low-slung sports car. Long ago, Melba had resigned herself to the fact that there simply was no graceful way of getting from inside a Porsche.

Just as Melba spread her legs apart for balance, two other guests strolled along side the Dow's car-Alan and Joyce Jones. A black satin flash of Melba's panties and a vast expanse of thighs greeted Alan. Eyes glanced and darted-Melba at Alan, Joyce at Melba, and finally Joyce, with a pinch of consternation thrown in, at Alan.

"Hi," Alan choked, "We're the Jones.' I'm Alan... my wife, Joyce. Nice ride you've got there!"

David strolled around the car and extended his hand, "Thanks. David Dow... my wife, Melba... you're a dentist like Jack, correct?"

"Sort of," replied Alan, "I'm an orthodontist. I went to 'dent' school with Jack."

David quickly sized up Alan and Joyce.

This party obviously won't be too weird, he thought. Alan looks like an accountant and his wife... though not bad looking... looks like she would fit in better down at the local Baptist church.

Melba hastily rearranged her small dress under Alan's darting watchful eyes. "Should be a... ah... interesting party tonight," she remarked.

"Some fun games, Sally said," smiled Joyce. "I like games... Alan hates 'em, but he knows that Sally is a great cook, so he condescended."

Hmmm, they must not have been told about the 'adult' part, thought Melba and David simultaneously.

As the Dow's followed the Jones' up the front steps, David's eyes were drawn to Joyce's shapely backside.

I wouldn't kick that out of bed for eating crackers, he laughed to himself. I take back what I thought. Maybe she would fit better at the... Episcopal Church, instead of the Baptist!

David grinned at his own little secret joke. He allowed his hand to drop down mischievously from Melba's waist to her firm ass. Melba quickly pulled away and gave David a wide-eyed silent message that his touch was not appropriate in polite company.

Just then, the door opened and Bart Lewis, large and looming, greeted the new arrivals.

"Hi, neighbors, I am serving as the Sally and Jack's doorman tonight. Come on in."

Bart Lewis towered over all of them. He was a former college football player who now was in the insurance business. Unlike many former football players who allowed their former broad shoulders to gather at their waists, Bart had worked hard to stay trim. He certainly was not the "sharpest knife in the drawer," but he was charming and personable.

"Y'all knew this was a Tupperware party, didn't you?" Bart joked.

Sally and Jack laughed heartily. Melba and David, however, missed the comment entirely. Their attention was drawn behind Bart where Anne Lewis stood chatting with their host, Jack. Anne looked for the world like the latest Victoria Secret model. Her sumptuous breasts poured over the top of her low-cut blouse and her skirt tightly cupped her fully rounded ass.

Anne had met Bart on the sidelines of a college football game. She was a cheerleader, the tiny one who always was chosen to stand at the top of the human pyramid. Petite Anne and enormous Bart certainly had been an odd couple on campus, but they didn't care. Bart liked to take his small girlfriend in his massive arms. Ann liked that as well. Bart also liked to take Ann's formidable breasts in his mouth as often as possible. In college, Anne's boobs seemed a bit too large for her diminutive frame. Now, after many years, they had become even more of an attraction to anyone who looked her direction.

Bart had been an easy mark for Anne. One look at her luscious naked melons captured his heart. One joyous fuck by Bart's formidable cock and Anne felt the same. Her initial fears when she first saw Bart's cock melted away when he drove it deep inside her. For all their married life, Anne had experienced orgasm after orgasm every time they made love. When Bart slid the length of his cock over her clitoris and pressed it against the very back of her womb, Anne's senses went on overload and the orgasms started almost instantly.

David glanced at the tops of Anne's rounded breasts and then at Melba. Melba grinned. Her eyes flashed down at Bart's bulging crotch and then back up at David. David smiled back at her.

"Like I said, dear," whispered Melba. "I can't wait to see what the evening reveals."

"Dinner was fabulous, Sally," said Anne as she brought a double hand full of dishes back from the dining room. Her voice dropped suddenly to a whisper. "I think Alan had an entire bottle of wine, maybe two, by himself. He is showing signs of being a bit smashed!"

"That's ok," laughed Sally, "I wish everyone else would loosen up a little more, like old Alan. Otherwise, I'm afraid that bringing out the 'games' will result in utter failure. And, I'll be embarrassed to tears if someone gets upset or insulted and leaves. The whole town then will hear about those sinful Richmond's."

"In college, this would have been when we brought out the pot!" giggled Anne. "That loosened things up every time."

Sally feigned a look of utter shock, then smiled.

"Pot! My god, we haven't had any marijuana in years," she said. "You are so right... that would liven up this group. I wish we had some now... oh, well... we'll have to depend on more wine."

"Maybe not," Anne whispered, "A toke or two might be arranged."

"Are you serious?" said Sally.

Anne winked. "Let me check with my... ah... dealer."

Anne moved across the room and whispered in Bart's ear. Bart's eyes lit up, he quickly excused himself, and out the front door he went.

"Bart will be right back," said Anne nonchalantly.

Bart burst back through the entrance to the Richmond's house just in time to hear Sally say, "What's up with guys always wanting to watch lesbian action? I don't understand why that is such a turn on for men."

"I obviously have returned just in time," whistled Bart.

"Hey, hey, Barty, my man," shouted Alan. "You are just in time to play our first little ole gamey-poo... called Kiss or Tell!"

Joyce glared at the obviously inebriated Alan and then glanced around the room looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Sally quickly interrupted, "Bart, I just explained that Jack received this set of adult game cards from his bother, of all people, as a gag gift on his birthday. We agreed... at least most of us did... to give them a try, just for fun."

"Joyce is the party-pooper," Alan chimed in.

"No, I am not," responded Joyce nervously. "I said I would play, didn't I?" Joyce pouted slightly and her eyes flashed anger. It was clear that she was very uncomfortable.

"The cards come in three colors, sort of like the ski resort slopes-green, blue, and red," instructed Sally. "The green are, according to the instructions, innocent; the blue are more naughty; and the reds... well, we likely won't get to those." Sally giggled.

David began to sing, "To dream the impossible dream..."

"Ignore and continue," directed Melba.

"We randomly chose a green card, called 'Kiss or Tell.' I'll catch you up on the rules, Bart: One person asks a question, sexually oriented of course, of another person. The person has to answer truthfully or kiss the person who a spinner lands on. We stole the spinner out of our old Twister game."

"Cool," said Bart as he settled into an easy chair and winked at Anne.

"The question for Sally," noted Anne, "was 'have you ever had sex with another woman?' Sally refused to answer... the spinner landed on Melba. Sally objected, but our resident legal counsel, David, rendered an opinion that the kissing rule applies even between those of the same gender, hence Sally's somewhat philosophical question about lesbian action and men's voyeuristic preferences."

"I see," said Bart, "so, Sally, you have had sex with a woman and refuse to admit it!"

"Hey!" shouted Sally. "One is innocent until proven guilty in this country, right counselor?" Sally looked pleadingly at David. David simply shrugged. "OK, I'll kiss Melba... it won't bother me... plus, I can't wait until one of you guys has to kiss another man! Revenge will be fucking sweet."

All the males looked at each other shaking their heads "no." Sally strolled over to Melba and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"No, no, no, that will never do," argued David, "a proper kiss, please."

"Fucking A," shouted Alan in a much too loud voice. Joyce glared at him again. The others chuckled and tittered. Alan was three sheets into the wind, that is, drunk.

"So," exclaimed Sally, "I return to my question, 'why is this such a turn on for you guys?' I don't get it."

"Just kiss her, sweetie, you are slowing down the game," sighed Jack.

Sally moved back to where Melba was seated and hastily pressed her lips to Melba's. To Sally's shock, Melba held the kiss for longer than anyone expected. Sally gulped for air as she tried to pull away. Melba merely smiled and batted her dark eyes at Sally.

"Holy shit," muttered Alan in a sort of stage whisper. "That certainly was a juicy one."

Joyce noted that Alan was staring directly at the vast expanse of thigh protruding from under Melba's tiny skirt. During the kiss, Melba had moved her legs slightly apart. Joyce slammed her elbow into his ribs.

"What?" exclaimed Alan.

"See, that was not so bad, right, Sally?" said David. Obviously he was enjoying Sally's discomfort. Sally turned away, licked her lips and rolled her eyes at Anne. Anne responded by whistling through pursed lips and fanning herself.

"Now you get to ask a question," instructed Anne. "Make it a good one, Sally."

"Ok," said Sally still trying to catch her breath. "Bart, hmmm... let me think... ok, here goes. Is it true that you have a very large cock?" Sally eyes twinkled. Spouses took nervous glances at each other. Anne's eyebrows raised and her face turned beet red.

"Uh..." Bart paused and looked at Anne. "I think someone has been spreading family secrets at the bridge table again." He felt his face turning red.

"We'll need to see proof of that claim, of course," said Sally.

"Sally!" shrieked Anne.

"Well, Bart ole buddy," laughed Alan, "You better whip that big Anaconda out and show it to her!"

"Alan, please," whispered Joyce.

"I'll do a kiss instead. That is within the rules, correct?" Bart quickly answered. Daggers seemed to shoot from his eyes in Anne's direction. "Spin that spinner."

The spinner landed on Joyce.

"Oh, my," Joyce whispered under her breath. She sat staring at her shoes.

Cheers and shouts erupted from the rest of the players. Bart walked over to Joyce and took her chin in his large hand. Joyce closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Instead of receiving a kiss, however, Joyce felt herself suddenly being lifted from her seat by strong muscular arms. Before she could protest, Bart crushed her against his massive chest and began kissing her passionately.

Joyce was so surprised that she didn't manage any sort of protest. Her attention started with his wonderfully soft lips against hers, but quickly shifted down to her own stomach. To her utter amazement, she could feel Bart's cock pressing against her abdomen. It obviously was just as large as Anne had unknowingly advertised. Joyce involuntarily melted in Bart's strong arms. She was sure that she was about to faint when finally he released her.

"Goddamn, son, why don't you just go ahead and fuck her while you're at it," shouted a thoroughly inebriated Alan.

Considering the comment both insulting and embarrassing, Joyce wrestled herself from Bart arms and stumbled back to her place beside Alan. Her neck was covered with splotches of deep red.

"Nice kiss," understated Melba. "David, I obviously need to give up the law and take up bridge! These women know a lot about each other's spouses."

Everyone, except Joyce, chuckled.

"Next question is from Bart... when he regains his composure," said Sally.

"Well my question actually is for everyone," said Bart. Foreheads furrowed quickly all around the room. "How many of you have smoked marijuana before? Raise your hands, please."

Anne, Melba, and David's hands went up immediately.

Alan began to raise his and then said in a loud voice, "Oh, put yours up too, Joyce. In Dental School, remember. Heh heh, she used to love the stuff. Made her horny as hell."

"My god, Alan, you are such a blabbermouth," said Joyce. She looked sheepishly at the others and slowly raised her hand.

"Then, to quote the opening of the Lone Ranger's show, return with me now to the days of yesteryear." With that, Bart produced a hand full of reefers from his shirt pocket.

"Gracious, how long has it been since we did this, David?" sighed Melba.

"Too long, baby."

"I make a motion that we toke up and then try another game from the deck. That question game is boring!" said David.

Soon the room was filled with the acrid smell of burning leaves. Within minutes everyone's demeanor had changed, particularly Joyce's, from choking smokers to mellow potheads. Eyes became glassy and inhibitions relaxed.