Brad stopped by my cube on the way out the door. It has been a long work week.
"Don't forget my Halloween party next week! Not much time left to get your papers."
"I have not forgotten, just not sure I am up to socializing yet," I replied.
It has been 5 months since my divorce. My ex-wife had an affair with one of her co-workers at the hospital where she worked. One of her friends couldn't stand to see her treat me like that and had tipped me off. I was furious, hurt, and my heart was ripped out. This was my best friend (I thought) who I would spend the rest of my life with.
After the divorce, I poured myself into my work. I had not even thought about dating, staying home all the time. I would look in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with me. I'm 5'11", 180 pounds, brown hair, with just a slight paunch. I consider myself somewhat attractive.
My friends would always try to invite me to various parties they had. Brad has been a good friend as well as his wife Jill. They would have me over for dinner sometimes and that would be the extent of my socialization.
The papers. Brad and Jill have made it known to me they have been swingers for some time now. They have a tight-knit group and everyone has been tested for Hiv and all the various sexual diseases one could pass to another.
Brad knew that I have not dated since the divorce, but if I was tested, it would set the others at ease.
I was seriously contemplating attending the party. It would be a chance to me to release some sexual tension without the emotional baggage of dating or bringing a date. I would probably wear some type of halloween make-up. I always hated to wear a mask, it was too hard to enjoy the food with a mask.
Monday, I went to the local clinic and went thru the testing procedures. I could pick up my results on Thursday.
I stopped by the local halloween shop and picked up my costume after visiting the clinic to pick up my papers. I had decided to go to the party as a pirate, it would leave my face clear of any interference of a mask, but I would still roughen up my look with a little makeup.
"Hey Brad," I stopped him on his way out Friday.
"I am planning on coming to the party, I am not sure how long I will stay. It will be good to get out," I replied.
"Cool Bob! I am stoked and I am sure Jill will be as well, she really likes you," Brad said enthusiastically!
"Here are my papers, do I need to bring anything else?" I asked.
"We have the soda covered, BYOB for anything else. Food is covered as well. Look forward to seeing you there," he replied.
Brad looked around then leaned into my cube.
"You know the possibility of sex exists for you. We just have a few basic rules, one being most important. No means NO period. There is nothing extremely kinky that goes on, so whatever you and your partner decide is between yourselves. Nobody will judge you. What happens at the party, stays at the party. And most of all, have fun," he said smiling.
"Gotta go, see you saturday buddy!"
My mind and my heart were racing. Was I really up for something this wild yet? I think a bottle of whiskey will be in order for this party. Maybe even a little smoke might be in order to sooth my nerves.
Saturday, I was a bundle of nerves as the time rolled around to start getting ready. I packed my bowl on my bong and fired it up. As the smoke took effect, I relaxed and started putting on my costume. I blackened my face a little, and put the fake scar on my face. The pirate hat had some dark fake hair that would help hide my natural hair color. I put on the rest of my pirate ensemble, complete with sword.
Brads house was just a few blocks from my apartment, so I gathered my whiskey in a brown paper bag. I slid a few joints I rolled previously into my pocket, under my costume and I was out the door.
I had waited to leave until it was dark, which was around 9pm and got to Brads house about 9:15. I rang the bell and Jill opened the door. She was dressed as a french maid (my favorite costume for women) and my jaw about dropped. She looked stunning, 5'8", long flowing red hair. Her costume left little to the imagination. Her 36c tits were on prominent display with her cleavage bulging out at the top. Her fishnet stockings ran all the way up to her creamy thighs attached by garters, and her dress short enough you could almost see her panties (if she had any on).
I stepped up into the house and she gave me a kiss square on the lips, pressing her full bosom into my chest. That certainly got a rise from my backup sword.
"Hi Bob, I am excited you made it," Jill gushed.
"Come on in and make yourself at home. Lets go into the kitchen and we can fix you something to drink."
She grabbed my hand and held it while dragging me into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Brad was there, dressed as an english bobbie, complete with the rounded hat.
"Hey Bob, glad you could make it buddy," lightly slapping me on the back.
Jill takes the bottle from me and starts fixing me a drink. Brad leans over to me and whispers, "Jill has had the hots for you for sometime now. I expect you can take care of her burning desires?"
I look at Brad, not believing what I heard. He nodded at me and pointed his glass towards Jill, her back to us making my drink.
He whispers to me, "The real fun starts at 10. I have already told Jill, she can have the master bedroom first tonight. There will be no hard feelings between us, believe it. I already have eyes on superwoman in the living room."
I stare ahead in disbelief, not realizing my first encounter would be with Jill.
"Here sweetie, I made it a little strong, some liquid courage," as Jill turned and smiled at me.
"Would you care to join me on the patio for a smoke," I asked her?
She grabs my arm and leads me to the back door. The patio cover had a small strand of white christmas lights dimly lighting the back patio. The back yard was fenced in with lawn furniture placed strategically in the darker parts of the yard and spaced apart. She leads me out to one of the lounge chairs in the back corner of the yard.
I reach into my pocket and fish out one of the joints. I sit in a reclining lounge chair. I slouch down a little in the chair, but keep the back of the chair sitting up. Jill sits on top of my crotch facing me with her legs over the flat edges of the chair. I fire up the dobie and take a big hit, leaning forward, then kissing Jill with a passion. When she opens her mouth to mine, I exhale shotgunning the smoke into her mouth. She squirms on my crotch and smiles, exhaling.
I start to see other couples coming outside and look at my phone, its after 10 now. We take turns taking a toke of the joint, she reaches thru my costume fly, and unzips my pants. She fishes out my cock and pulls it thru the slit in my costume. Only after she slides forward to hand me the joint, do I realize, she does not have any panties on. I feel her wetness sliding up and down my cock, held close to my body by her slick vulva.
