Chapter 17

There was no question in anybody’s mind that evening who the belle of the ball was, or as John thought, the slut of the ball. While Caroline had dressed in a fairly short, form-fitting red skirt and top, and the girls had worn their own clothes, in Laurie’s case off-the-shoulder sweater and tights, and in Cory’s case, low-cut and skin-tight bell bottoms and a cropped top, Anita stole the show. She had done her hair in a flip, wore more than her usual amount of makeup, had large gold hoop earrings, and had half a dozen gold chains and necklaces dangling from around her neck to between her breasts. After greeting everyone, she had calmly doffed her jacket and sat down next to Malcolm on a barstool, exposing a scandalous amount of thigh, back, and sides.

John, Malcolm, and Caroline all wore cool smiles and talked as if nothing was unusual, but the twins could not figure out what was going on. They had heard muffled cries coming from their parent’s room earlier but could not make their minds up whether they were of pain or pleasure. Now, Mom was damn near doing a striptease in the living room. Unsure whether their parents had found out about them and Tony, they decided to simply shut their mouths and bug out after dinner as soon as possible. Maybe this would all settle out tomorrow.

For her part, Anita had never felt so sexual in her entire life. While John frequently told her that he thought she was the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world, tonight she really felt that way. From the moment she walked into the room, she could feel her nipples stiffen and her cunt warm and slicken. Every few minutes she did a Sharon Stone at Malcolm, to his sly and silent smile, and she could see a significant bulge in the front of his pants that he made absolutely no effort to hide. Reeves openly stared as he came in to inform them that dinner was ready. If it hadn’t been for the girls being present, Anita simply knew that she would strip right there and beg John to fuck her, regardless of the company.

“So, John, I gather that you and Anita have determined that our household is, um, rather, um, uninhibited?” asked Malcolm. He and John were sitting at the bar in the parlor waiting for their wives to come back downstairs. For Malcolm it had been a most interesting evening so far. First, Anita had been flashing her nicely trimmed pussy at him all through the cocktail hour, shocking her daughters but nonplusing her husband. During dinner, she had arranged it so the girls were on one side of the table and she and Caroline were on the other, with Anita closer to Malcolm. Upon sitting down, she had promptly pulled her black miniskirt right up to her waist and spread her legs wide apart. John had noticed, as had Caroline, but seemed not to mind. Indeed, in her outfit, Anita was practically naked, as a considerable portion of her flanks, including most of her heaving breasts, were on display. After dinner, Laurie and Cory had bugged out, announcing they were going to watch television for a while. Casting a nervous glance at their parents, they had practically run up the stairs to their room. While Malcolm was not at all sure what Caroline and Anita had planned for this evening, he was sure it would be enjoyable.

“It is a rather unusual lifestyle, I suppose you could say,” replied John calmly.

“I suppose that would be an accurate assessment. I take it that you don’t mind?”

“Mind? No, just surprised, I guess. I really wasn’t expecting such a ... liberated? ... welcome.”

“Hmm...” commented Malcolm. “It really didn’t start out that way. But over the years, Caroline and I became a bit more adventurous, and more familiar as well, with the staff. I couldn’t say when things became so ... loose. Now, it simply seems second nature. When guests come by, we have Jeanine and Phoebe tone down their usual attire until we can figure out if they wish to join our happy little group.”

“Really? What is the standard uniform?”

Malcolm smiled. “Oh, you’ll find out tomorrow. I trust you’ll enjoy it.”

They both refreshed their drinks and Malcolm continued. “To be honest, I was rather concerned when I heard how you discovered our secret.”

“It was rather shocking, I’d have to admit,” said John.

“Well, at least the girls were there to help you over it.”

“Yes, well that raises a different point. Let me ask you before Anita and Caroline get back. Are you game for some fun tonight?” asked John.

Malcolm nodded pleasantly. “Of course, what do you have in mind?”

“Anita doesn’t know that I, that Jeanine and Phoebe and I, that we ... well you know.”

“Go on. So, Anita only knows that she and Tony were together. I follow you, so far. What of it?”

“Well, I’ve been playing a dirty trick on her all night long. I’ve been treating her as a real whore and slut, making her put herself on display all evening. Play along.”

Malcolm’s eyes widened gleefully. “So, that’s what was going on! I couldn’t figure out what brought on such an amazing change of attitude. She was acting like a nautch dancer all throughout dinner. Were you aware that after she sat down to dinner, she pulled her skirt to her waist?”