Pool Party leads to First Swap
It was a Friday night, and we were bored shitless at home. There was nothing on the TV, and we wanted some excitement to dispel the crappy week we both had had at work. Sandy jumped up from the lounger, and declared we were going out for a drink and maybe a movie. When Sandy was in this kind of mood, I knew better than to put up any kind of argument, so I said, "Okay, let's go."
However, she insisted that we needed to get dressed up a bit, after we first have a shower. "Make it a bit special," she said. Then, she directed me into the bathroom saying it was my turn first.
Our house was built in the 1930s, and did not have an ensuite, so I dragged myself off. As I emerged from the shower cubicle, Sandy was standing there, handing me a towel, and told me that my clothes for the evening were laid out on the bed for me, and I had better wear only the ones there and nothing else. I noticed that Sandy carried her clothes into the bathroom, as I went to the bedroom to dress. Nothing unusual there really. On the bed was a lightweight shirt, a pair of loose running shorts, a pair of socks, and my runners. As I reached for my underwear drawer, I remembered her words of warning about what I was to do. So, I dressed as instructed, and went into the lounge room and waited for Sandy to join me before we left.
While waiting, I started to think about what Sandy was thinking of doing and just where she wanted to go. Given that I was almost naked, I figured that Sandy was horny and intended to fuck my brains out in the great outdoors some place. When Sandy appeared in the doorway, I was left wondering just what she was thinking. Sandy wore a figure-hugging dress that hid nothing of her sexy body, yet concealed everything. From the front, the neckline plunged almost to her navel emphasizing her luscious C-cup breasts. There was a slit up both sides of the skirt that stopped almost up to her waist, and it was more than obvious she was naked under that stunningly sexy dress.
I told Sandy that we could stay home, and 'enjoy the view', but she scolded me and said that Donna and Jeff were waiting for us. Sandy then showed me her phone and the text exchange that Donna and her had whilst I was showering. Donna had invited us to come over for an impromptu party and the dress code was 'slutty'. Then, I understood the clothes.
Donna and Jeff lived a five-minute-drive away from us in the next suburb. Their home was on a more-secluded street, and had a pool taking up most of the rear yard, which was surrounded by various trees and shrubs that made it impossible for the neighbours to see into. It was like a grotto built for seduction. They had only one rule about using the pool, no clothing allowed. We have been close friends since school, and never worried about being nude in that situation. Though we have often been naked around each other, we had never swapped partners, but had often engaged in sexual activity with our partners in that secluded back yard.
When we arrived, Jeff answered the door wearing what looked like a Lap-Lap, and Donna stood behind him in a t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts; both cut so short, that her areolas were showing but not her nipples, and the shorts showed her labia on either side of the crotch seam. Very slutty was the first thought I had when I saw her. We could hear in the background, the sounds of a party happening out by the pool.
Here, I should describe everyone. Firstly, we are all in our mid-40s; Sandy works at a local supermarket and is five-foot-four-inches tall, with long, dark red hair, green eyes and a knockout body with nice firm C-cup boobs and large nipples. I am five-foot-eleven-inches tall, around two hundred pounds, with broad shoulders and I have been told an Adonis-type body, with short blond hair. Donna is four-foot-eleven-inches tall with auburn hair and a tight little body, B-cup breasts and a nice butt, round out this little minx. Donna owns a very successful hair and beauty salon in the city centre. Jeff is tall, at about six feet five inches, topped with black hair and is a real gym junkie; lots of lean muscle. He is an insurance broker, whereas I am a construction worker.
After the hugs and kisses of greeting, we moved inside and on into the rear yard to join the party going on around the pool and the outside kitchen area. There were three other couples there, and all were dressed, well almost dressed, in a wide array of scanty.
Sandy pointed out one couple that we had met before, Cath and Rick, to me and whispered in my ear, "How daring." Cath was wearing a baby-doll nightie thing that was made of the most transparent material I had ever seen. The nightie was held together in front by a tie, just under her very large DDs or even E-cup breasts. There were no panties with it, and she showed off her small landing strip of pubic hair. Cath would have looked more modest if she was just naked. Rick was dressed like a Highlander from Papua New Guinea, with just a hollowed-out gourd covering his penis. Sandy asked me in a whisper if the size of the gourd was truly representative of Rick's, or just wishful thinking. I replied that I didn't know, never seeing him nude.
As the drinks flowed, we all got more relaxed and as it was a hot January night, soon Jeff reminded us of the rules of the pool; to which Cath replied, that she was not showing her tits to everyone here. That got a laugh from us all, and Donna said she was prepared to give her an exemption on the rules, but only because of her being such a prude. With that said, Rick picked her up and tossed her into the pool.
