The Ey to Las Vegas

"God, I love that show," Nancy said as we came out nearly 3 hours later.

"You've seen it before?" I asked.

"Three times. And I'd see it again. I absolutely love Andrew Lloyd Weber's music."

"Me too, it's the one good thing about Tom, he doesn't mind taking me to the theatre." Laura piped in.

"One good thing?" Nancy giggled, obviously needling, and implying that there was something else good about Tom. I remembered Jessica's under her breath supposition that perhaps Tommy Whitson must have the longest dick and be dynamite in bed, and couldn't help but wonder if Nancy thought this too -- wondering momentarily if she did, how did she know?

"Shut up, Bitch." Laura said, and although I knew it wasn't a truthful slap down, there was something that they all knew that I didn't. Gary hadn't said anything to Nancy's needling, so I was pretty sure he knew what that was all about. I didn't ask.

"Where are we going?" I asked a few minutes later when we obviously weren't heading directly home.

"Ice Cream," Nancy answered, thereby indicating there was something that I didn't know. "We go to the theatre at least once a year, and always go to the Ghirardelli Ice Cream and Chocolate Shop after the theatre."

"Ah. I should have known," I answered. "Another of those traditions I haven't learned yet."

I got a bowl, but Nancy got a chocolate-dipped cone. I didn't notice what she was doing initially, but she made a concerted effort to lick her cone when I was watching. There was no doubt in my mind she was trying to be provocative. Licking up the sides, around the base presumably to keep it from dripping on her hands, and then back up to the top to tilt it slightly and put the top of the ice cream into her mouth. Slightly embarrassed at her blatant flirting, I glanced around and found Angie's eyes looking at me. She raised an eyebrow in a "what's going on over there?" unspoken question and I just opened my eyes a little wider in response. It was only then that I noticed that the man she was sitting beside had his arm on the back of Angie's chair. He wasn't cuddling her, just resting it there, but with the suggestive flirtation that had been nearly constant for the last hour from Nancy, I had to wonder. "Hey Nancy, my wife's date, is that Brian?" I asked, nodding in her general direction.

"Oh, yeah. Brian. Natalie's husband. Really nice guy."

"A lot of names and faces," I said, nodding in agreement. "There are still so many that I haven't really met, just seen but I think I know everyone's names. We've been on multiple "date nights" but there are quite a few that I haven't yet really interacted with except to learn their names."

"You will eventually."

Sliding into the car behind Gary, Nancy once again only moved to the middle and I slid in beside her. She took my hand, guided it up to the back of the seat, and snuggled in closer. I suddenly noticed that Laura, in front, had also slid just to the middle, sitting close to Gary. I couldn't help but realize that, back in the day, before all of my cars had bucket seats, that I'd often been in that same position with my dates, my lady sitting closely beside me.

Nancy took my arm and lifted it around her shoulder, turned slightly and pushed back against me. We had just pulled out onto the freeway when Nancy got my attention, her hand squeezing my thigh. I looked over at her and she reached toward the door and my other hand. Pulling it, I bent toward her and she raised her mouth to my ear and quietly whispered, "You better get busy and kiss me as I'm not nearly ready to go home and rape my husband yet." With that, she moved my hand to her breast.

The first thing that crossed my mind was "What will Angie think?"

The second thing that crossed my mind was, "Oh my God, her nipple is so hard."

The third thing that crossed my mind was that with the silky, sexy, cross-over blouse that she had on, it would be easy to slip a hand inside onto her bare breast.

Raising her mouth to me again, I bent to hers and did indeed kiss her. Her mouth opened, her hand went behind my head, and her tongue slipped into my mouth even as my right hand slipped inside her blouse and bra, finding her nipple, my second-hand crossing over and squeezing her other breast. A shudder ran through her body as my fingers tantalized the sweet nub of her nipple.

I should have expected it, but still, I jumped when her hand slid onto my thigh, her fingertips lighting stroking the shape of my erection, followed by her hand wrapping over it and squeezing. I groaned.

"Nice one," she whispered into my ear, having pulled away from a kiss that had turned phenomenally hot. "So, you and your wife fucked on your first date? Too bad we're married, I bet that would be fun." She was whispering, I assumed that as quiet as she was, what with the noise of the car and the road, only I could hear. Glancing to the front seat I could see that Gary's right arm was around Laura, extended over her shoulder and down her chest. I did not doubt that his hand was on her breasts, momentarily wondering if it was inside her shirt too.

"Just oral," I corrected, "we didn't fuck until our second date."

"Lucky Girl."

When I felt the car slowing to a stop I looked up and realized we were back at the house. I saw Gary remove his arm from around Laura's shoulder and her hand move, realizing as I did that it came up to adjust her blouse. I hadn't been able to see but with the way she was rearranging her shirt, was fairly certain that Gary's hand had probably been inside. "We're home guys," Gary said as he pulled into the curb to park. I pulled my hand out of Nancy's blouse, raising it back to her shoulder and relinquishing my squeeze of her other breast.

"Yeah, we saw."

The inside light came on as his door opened as he and Laura slid out. I made no move to yet open our door. "We'll be right in."

"Don't be too long," Laura giggled knowingly, and their door swung shut.

I sat for a moment, Nancy's hand still on my cock with her fingers caressing it. I realized her hand had been there even with the car lights on; Laura and Gary could have easily looked through the window and seen her fondling me, although they'd moved right on by, so I couldn't be sure.

So far, what exactly had we done? I'd felt her bare breasts, my fingers on her nipples. She'd squeezed my cock, both things that only people dating or married would probably do. I couldn't help but wonder what my wife was doing with Brian, was she feeling his cock too? Nancy had indicated to me she wanted to go home horny and wet, and in that respect, I was likely to go home horny and hard. "Nancy, is this a group of swingers?"

She didn't answer immediately, which without a strong negative I at first took to be an affirmative response. "I think that's too strong a term," she said a moment later. Neither of us said anything for a moment, and she continued. "Do you remember what I told you by the pool?"

I did indeed, it had crossed my mind multiple times since we'd left the theatre. "About teasing mercilessly and then going home to fuck yourself silly? You said you like to kiss, you like your tits played with and if I don't send you home hot and wet and ready to fuck Jeff it won't be because you didn't want it."

"Not bad, pretty close."

"So, you don't consider what we just did... cheating?"

"No." She paused a bit, "do you?" Now it was my turn to think. "We think of it as foreplay," she continued. "Did you fuck me?"

"No."

"Do you want to?" she had never moved her hand from my lap and now her fingers stroked along my cock again. "You've certainly got the equipment ready."

"And I'm going to go home and use it on my wife."

"Do you want to find out how wet I am? You've done a good job."

I didn't answer immediately, my mind going back over the multiple times tonight that I'd had the chance to see her bottom pulled tight against her dress. Bending before she slipped into her theater seat, sliding into the car seat ahead of me both coming and going. In not a single instance had I seen any panty lines, any indication of panties through her silky, slinky, dress which had allowed me to know she had a bra on. And now I did not doubt that she was offering to let me finger her.

"Are you wearing panties?"

That she probably wasn't became clear as she answered, "Would you like to find out?"

I gulped as my cock, if possible, got harder to her touch. "I don't think I'm ready for that much intimacy."

"Too bad. I think you'll find your wife is as horny when you get home as you are." That she'd swapped up to talking about my wife, and that she was going to be horny, took me a second to translate.

"Why?"

"Her date this time was Brian, and he's

always

good with his hands. Come on," she said, motioning to the door, "Let's go before people begin to think something's happening." Opening the door, we slid out and she rose to give me another kiss. "Thank you, I had a good time," she said as she turned away. She extended her hand and I took it. Just before we got to the door she said, "Too bad, you should have checked me out. You've got me really wet tonight." As she turned, I let my hand slide from her waist down and across her bottom. There wasn't anything to suggest she was wearing even a thong, let alone panties.

We weren't quite the last couple in, another car showed up just a minute or two later. "Margaritas?" Jessica called out as we stepped inside the door. "I just mixed a new batch." She had a batch of plastic cups in her one hand, pouring and handing even before we acknowledged. I took one, as did Nancy.

"Joe!" Nancy whispered getting my attention.

"Yeah?"

"Officially the date is over when we walked in the door. I had a really good time; I hope I get to date you again sometime. But for now, I'm taking my husband and going home to do what you made me ready for." She didn't wait for an answer, turning and heading in a direction that, when I followed with my eyes, was to her husband, Larry.

Looking around I found Angie talking with her date, Brian, and Aubrey. All three had margaritas, and I wandered that way. "Joe! Do you know Brian yet? He was my date tonight and Aubrey was Bill's date."

"Glad to meet you," I said, shaking Brian's hand. "I saw you guys at Ghirardelli's. Nancy told me who you were. Good to see you again," I said when I turned to Aubrey. When I reached a hand toward her, she took my hand and pulled me close into a quick greeting hug. I hugged her in return and at the same time, over her shoulder, I saw Nancy and Larry walking toward the front door. Brian said he was going to greet his wife, and moments later Nick slid in next to Aubrey.

Perhaps half the couples disappeared within just a few minutes. From 32 bodies, which was a bit crowded for a living room, we were down to 16; just 8 couples left. We were sharing anecdotes and stories when suddenly there was a loud splash heard from the backyard and laughing. There were no lights on outside so looking towards the back we could see nothing.

"Did somebody just go swimming?" I asked aloud, not recognizing who was missing from those that were left and who it might be. Right then I heard another splash, as well as more hearty laughter. From the other side of the room, I heard Gary say, "So is this a skinny-dipping party now?"

"Must be," I heard Martha, our host from a previous time, answer. "I didn't bring a suit and I don't think anyone else did either. Last one in is a rotten egg!"

I hadn't heard that call since I was a teenager. Looking down at Angie I got a grin and said, "Wanna join them? This

was

a first date after all..." She glanced at Nick and Aubrey, obviously a bit hesitant to just say yes.

"I will if you will," Aubrey said with a smirk, "Come on!" Reaching out she took Angie's hand and headed for the door.

The only light outside was what was filtering out from the living room. It was almost bright to begin with, but suddenly someone turned the majority of the fixed lights out, and a few seconds later the one standing lamp in the living room was turned off also so we were virtually in the dark -- at least after having our eyes adjusted to the lights from inside. I knew in a few moments I'd be seeing better, but for the moment all I could see was the form of Angie and Aubrey moving to a table at the end of the pool.

Whether it was the mutual support or just that it was a warm evening -- Angie and Aubrey had almost totally stripped off by the time I got to the table where they'd put their clothes. Aubrey turned and nearly bumped into me, Angie giggled and said, "Out of my way, big boy!" We were at the shallow end of the pool and now, totally naked, the two of them walked down the steps before pushing off into the water. I had to untie my shoes to slip them off first, but in just seconds I was following, with Nick just behind me.

"This is a bit unexpected," Angie said, sliding her arms around my neck when I caught up. She was just deep enough that she couldn't stand, although Aubrey, hanging onto Nick when he got there, could.

"Having trouble standing short stuff?" I teased Angie. "There's a bit more people here than the last time we skinny-dipped after a first date."

"And this time you're going to take me home and fuck me silly," she whispered, leaning into my ear, and added, "I'm so fucking horny."

"Oh My God! They float!" I hadn't had a chance to respond to Angie before I was interrupted by this exclamation and laugh. Looking toward the voice -- I recognized Barbara, the woman with the massive tits. Standing nearly shoulder-deep, in the dim light I could see her boobs were indeed floating. She reached up, and pushed them underwater, to only have them bob back to the surface. "I didn't know boobs floated!" She laughed again. "Oh, that's so funny." Again, she pushed her boobs underwater, only to see them bob to the surface once again. "I've never been skinny dipping before, this is so funny! Can you guys see this?"

"We see them," Aubrey said and then laughed, "they're so big it's hard to miss them."

"Hey all, here's towels for everyone," Jessica called from where she'd walked out of the house with a stack of towels. She bent and set them on a chair, and then walked to the stairs, slipping naked into the water just as we had. I hadn't realized she was already naked when she'd walked out.

"Do you often have skinny dipping parties?" I asked as Jessica worked her way toward us.

"Not often, but any time Bill is around, you can almost expect it." She laughed, glanced at us, and said, "Glad you guys stayed," and headed off toward Barry.

It may have been that we were "dating" others earlier but, in the dark when I could see well enough to actually identify anyone, they were all with their own spouse.

Not surprisingly, just a few minutes later, I felt Angie's hand on my now naked and flaccid dick. "What do you say you take me home and we do something with this?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

~~~

"Was that because of Brian?" I asked Angie after she'd orgasmed, still sitting on me with my once again wilting cock inside her.

"A little, but mostly it's because of you. I love you so much." That she had been extremely horny had been quite evident. It was something that had been slightly missing from our lovemaking before we joined the Dinky Daters but had at least once a month shown up after our 'dating others' night out. Not that we didn't make love -- we did -- multiple times a week, it was just that the

magic

of our first years and courtship time had faded and become more humdrum with time. "What about you and Nancy?"

I hadn't yet decided when or how I was going to tell Angie that Nancy and I had gone above just a friendly peck of a kiss. That we had made out like teenagers; that we'd swallowed each other's tongues, and especially that she'd let me feel her bare breasts and tweak her bare nipples. I remember how she'd hunched her shoulders slightly, releasing the tension on her blouse and bra so that my hand could more easily slip inside, and how she had offered, or at least asked if I wanted, to let me feel how wet and turned on she was, presumably indicating I could finger her off. As far as I know, neither Angie nor I had ever

cheated

on each other, but now after her Wednesday breakfast meetings where others had indicated they weren't averse to a little fondling, that I had done exactly that was in my mind. And especially, had Angie? Had she let Brian feel her up? I didn't expect that Angie would go going skinny dipping on a first date with whoever it was, or suck his cock as she had with me, but hadn't

our

relationship turned out to be a more serious one than just meeting new friends? After all, we'd now been married just over seven years and in all that time, had we

ever

indicated someone else had aroused us? When we first started dating, I knew she was still seeing others, although that almost immediately ended. Once we became exclusive, she had told me about her previous sexual encounters with others and, until now, I'd never interpreted that perhaps some of those had been while we were in our early, not necessarily exclusive, dating stage. "I... I um, might have gone further than what I should have."

Angie wiggled her pelvis against me, my cock still barely inside her. "Oh yeah? Did you kiss her?" I nodded. "Tongues?"

"Yes."

"Is she a good kisser?"

"She knew what she was doing." I didn't give her time to ask more, following with, "Did you make out with Brian?" The wiggling of her pelvis against me was as much of an answer as her verbal yes. "In the car?"

"We rode with Jessica and Gary. Gary drove." She wasn't going to let me redirect the questioning to her. "How far did you go?" I didn't have a chance to answer before she said, "Did you feel her up?"

I swallowed; the angst in my mind at what her response was going to be mitigated by the physical indication that she was still horny and wanted to do it again. I nodded. "I knew she was going to do that. Inside or on top?"

"What?" I said, not understanding her question.

"Bare tit or outside her blouse?"

"Bare."

"Oh My God! I knew it." I had been expecting chastisement from my wife, but instead -- she was becoming more and more aroused, apparently at the thought of my playing with our friend's breasts. She reached down and drew my hands up to her breasts. "Umm, I'll bet she liked that, didn't she?"

"Yeah. She told me she thought playing as we did was

just

foreplay, that if I didn't send her home wet and ready to fuck her husband it hadn't been a successful date." It was only then that her words deciphered in my brain. "What do you mean,

you knew it

?"

"Oh nothing, just a figure of speech."

"Bullshit," I said, knowing perfectly well that she was hiding something. "Did she tell you something,

beforehand

?"

"I shouldn't tell you."

"Why not?" I asked, my fingers coming together on her nipples, pinching, and eliciting a shudder from her. I could tell she was ready to do it again.

"Fuck me again and I'll tell you."

Although she was sitting on me, my cock having only partially resurrected from the dead, suddenly I wanted to be in charge. Rolling us over, I immediately moved back on top, and with my cock resting against her wetness, I easily slipped up against her clit -- her legs coming up to wrap over mine. I felt myself hardening, with my cock resting inside her pussy lips, and with just a couple of thrusts, I hardened enough and was able to slip down just a little further to slide inside my wet and willing wife.

I reached over to one side and snagged Angie's leg, lifting it so it went onto my shoulder, and then the other. Lifting myself more onto my knees I leaned hard into her legs, practically doubling her over, now with both of her legs on my shoulders. With her legs as springboards, I rocked back and forth from my knees, nearly pulling completely out with each stroke, my cock growing harder with each thrust inside her. Angie's hand reached down to her clit, rubbing hard, and before I came, she did first -- her neck arching back and a gargling groan coming from her throat. Having come so soon before, it took me quite some time before I thrust inside her and stopped as my balls, aching from the repeat performance, emptied inside her again.