Do not read this if you are not at least 18 years old. Feedback appreciated.
The day was Valentine's day and I was reminded of this as Jane gifted me a wet, slurpy, wake up blow job on my early morning erection.
Jane's expert and much practiced cock sucking skills eventually rewarded her with a fine load of cum and me with ever welcome sensations of effortless orgasm. It always seems like such a win-win situation! She gets breakfast in bed and I get a blow job.
I relaxed back on the pillows, cleared my head and remembered that the day was to be spent touring the area with some relocating home buying clients, a surgeon and his wife from Denver. This tour would give the wife her first look around the area and maybe an idea of some specific homes that they might like in the nicer surrounding towns.
I smiled at Jane as she slipped her mouth from my softening cock and I spotted, looped around my cock and balls, the red ribbon and heart that she'd first given me six years ago. She smiled and licked her lips. A good start to the day but I had to hustle to get back in time for the evening's preparation and festivities.
The doctor had visited with me about a month earlier, now his employment negotiations were concluded, his contract was signed and he was back in town with Mrs.Elphin. Our mortgage guys had run his credit and pre-approved him for a very large loan. It was going to be a big deal if all went well.
Tonight my wife and I were hosting a masked Valentine's party for eight couples including us. We held or attended couples parties typically about three times a year. Always on Valentine's day, usually one planned by the girls for their own version of 'Independence Day' and a theme party for what became known as 'Mammorial Day'. They always got wild with lots of swapping and group action. The only rule being that the girls were in charge. They nodded approvals for anything and everything their man might do before it happened and pleased them selves what they did with each other. The only given was that the hostess would perform felatio on a lucky draw winner to help get the party started. Jane, being quite the performer, was delighted that it was our turn to host and thought this to be an excellent tradition.
Until yesterday the guest list comprised ten couples but Jane had told me that four of our friends might not be attending. Two of the guys worked together and were out of town on a business trip. One of their wives didn't want to party alone and the other one was trying to figure out how to spend time with a lesbian lover that nobody but Jane knew about. So Jane was left with the mission to get them to show up anyway, and the lesbian lover too if that's what it took.
Jane is bisexual. It started with a roommate in college and the stories she told me of their adventures were great fodder for fantasy and sex. She was happy to be bisexual when I met her and throughout our relationship she has enjoyed that as an important aspect of her sexuality. I've been happy with it too. She is totally feminine and totally hot, she likes girls like herself. She's hooked up with some stunning pussy over the years and when it's been convenient for all involved she's invited me to share.
I met up with Doctor Michael and Mrs. Elphin at the Four Seasons Hotel. The doctor introduced his wife, Helen. She was incredibly attractive. Elegant and classy, about the same age as Jane, 32 years old by my estimate and some 12 or 15 years younger than he was. She had amazing eyes, and a smile that just made me want to stare at her forever. She had shiny, shoulder length, wavy, brunette hair, one hell of a body wrapped in tight blue jeans and a loose sweater that didn't hide a shapely and sizeable pair of breasts that rode high on her chest. The rear view was nothing less than incredible. The heels on her black boots were slightly too tall for a real estate tour but who cares? She was about 5' 10" with the boots on. Her handshake was firm and her smile was radiant. We took coffee in the lounge and went over the details of the homes I'd be showing them during the course of the day. As we prepared to leave, the Doctor reached out to shake my hand, I was momentarily baffled and noticing my confused expression he explained that he would be going to meet some people at the hospital and just Helen would be touring with me. "She'll be the one who makes all those decisions anyway." He added. He asked how long I expected to take and I said that I had as long as Helen needed. He mentioned that their dinner reservation with his future colleagues was for eight o'clock and suggested that if we were back by seven all would be well.
Opening the car door for Helen I couldn't help but appreciate the gorgeous length of her slender legs as she clambered in. I held the door open until her purse was settled between her feet. Moving around to my side of the car, I started the engine and invited her to feel free to adjust her seat and the thermostat to make herself comfortable.
I made courtesy calls to agents and homeowners to let them know we'd be visiting. Three of the four homes we planned to visit were vacant. We had a few others on a drive-by list and if they looked better than their pictures, they might also get a visit.
My next step was the usual one on such occasions. I took the map book out and held it towards her so that she could get a general idea of the route we'd be travelling. She held the corner of the book with her right hand and pulled it and me slightly closer as she tried to get a closer look. She asked questions about distances between towns as she swept loose strands of hair from her beautiful face. Every time she did this she exposed huge diamond studs on pretty pink ears. She maintained eye contact as I explained the plan, all the while her absolutely delicious fragrance bombarded my olfactory senses. It was a classic fragrance that I recognized but couldn't quite place. I'd be delighted to smell and stare all day.
We hit the road. She shared an amusing story about their rental car pick up and went on to explain in more detail what she hoped for in their new home. She was a pleasure to be with. During a pause in conversation, as Helen studied the map, my mind flitted back to what Jane had told me of the intrigue surrounding the Valentine's party. Where would it all lead? I was smiling. Helen noticed it and asked why I was smiling. I looked at her in a way that let her know that I was wondering whether or not I should explain. "Go on, you can tell me, you look like the Mona Lisa."
I laughed aloud and told her I was thinking about a complication surrounding the guest list of a Valentine's party we were hosting that night.
"What sort of complication?" She asked.
My smile broadened again. "I don't know if I can tell you that, one or both of us might be embarrassed."
"Of course you can tell me, I'm married to a surgeon, nothing embarrasses me and besides" she paused "I'm very discreet and highly trustworthy."
After a long look beyond fluttering lashes into her deep hazel eyes, I told her with a smile that I'd take her word for it and I explained the situation in detail.
She laughed, she smiled that smile and said "I'd love to hear how it all turns out."
"You're more than welcome to attend if you like." I replied.
"Great idea, what time will you be getting started?" she asked.
"People are invited from nine on, so we'll be in full swing by eleven."
"Full swing by eleven?" She giggled. "Great, I'll tell Michael, but we'll need masks."
