The Party

[parmaham55]

My wife and I were invited to a party. It was at friends of friends of someone at her office. It was a fancy-dress party but with a twist. It was a no-tops party; not at all for men, and the women must wear something sheer until after midnight, when they could choose to take off their tops if they wished.

We’ve been married for 10 years with two children and are both in our mid-thirties. Mel is a gorgeous woman who has kept her figure through all those years and is, of course, very popular with all the men at her work. She works in a small sales office, mainly men, administering to all their office needs. At work she always dresses smartly and conservatively, she loves clothes, especially shoes and has a wardrobe full of different styles of heels and suits to match. She has the most amazing long and shapely legs, and loves to show them off whenever she can as long as she’s being subtle about it. She often comes home from work with stories of how she’s got the boys at work interested by crossing her legs in meetings or allowing her skirt to ride up to mid-thigh. Recently she has started to wear stockings to work, usually sheer black hold-ups. She keeps her figure with regular workouts at the gym and has full 34B breasts.

But enough of the background, you want to know what happened at the party, don't you?

All this interest from others has kept our sex-life very active and interesting. I’ll often whisper fantasies in her ear about how sex with someone else might excite her.

“How about, Daryl? He’s always had the hots for you."

Daryl is one of the sales people and is forever chatting her up, suggesting she goes for drinks with him or clubbing. She comes back from work with stories of how she's teased him, leaning over his desk with the paperwork, or bending in front of him to adjust her shoes. It gets me every time. I've realised that I enjoy the tension, the feeling of excitement, the buzz immediately makes me hard. Just thinking of her kissing another man makes my cock hard as a rock, let alone anything more. I have this view that she's hot and in her prime, so she should be enjoying as much sex as possible, and sharing her wonderful cock-sucking skills with more than just me.

Anyway, I've always wanted her to be adventurous and the dirty talk has spiced up our bedroom. She keeps saying she doesn't want me to go with anyone else, and that it wouldn't be fair if she did, and I keep trying to reassure her that I'm not interested in anyone else, just hearing about her escapades would be enough for me.

Mel went shopping on the day of the party and came back with bagfuls.

"Let's see then," I said as I was getting changed.
"You can just wait, now be a good boy and get me a glass of wine while I get ready."

As I poured the wine, I heard the shower, and I quickly took the chance to book a taxi to take us. I didn't want either of us to drive.

I put the wine on the dressing table. Mel came through from the shower, wet hair and wrapped in a towel. My hardness was pushing against my trousers and Mel noticed.

"Now, sit downstairs and wait for me. I'll be at least an hour. No touching yourself, I'll be seeing to you later." She seemed more confident and in control, and I was loving it. When she finally came down, I nearly came on the spot. She looked amazing. She'd tied her hair up away from her face, which she'd made up to perfection, with slutty red lipstick and dark eyes. Her silky white top was tight against her breasts and her nipples were hard and I could see the slight darkening of them. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her top was tucked into a black skirt that came to just above her knees, not short but very flirty and floaty as she moved in it. She wore sheer black hose and shiny black killer heels - she looked a total knockout.

"Do you like?," she asked as she did a quick pirouette. As she did, the skirt lifted and I could swear I saw stocking tops. "Not too much, is it? Only I wanted to be sure they knew the top was sheer, but not too sheer. I'm a married woman, after all."
I hugged her close, my erection pressing against her and she slapped it down and told me to behave and to mind her make-up.
"Perhaps you can have a kiss later," she said and gave me a very flirty smirk.
"I'll need way more than a kiss," I said.
"Perhaps you're not the only one I'll kiss, tonight. We'll have to see. Daryl will be there."
I was stunned. What was she considering?
"Let's go before I ruin my trousers."
She laughed and went to get the car keys but at that moment the door bell rang and it was the taxi. I'd pleased her at last. When we sat in the back of the taxi, her skirt raised up to clearly show her stocking tops.
"Whoops, I didn't expect that. I'll have to watch myself later," she giggled.

The taxi driver kept looking in his mirror to chat to us as he drove. He made eye contact with me a few times, but mostly he looked at Mel and I could tell he liked what he saw. He was a tall, quite fit and young, I wouldn’t want to mess with him. Mel was clearly taken by him.
It was a hot evening and there was no need to wear a jacket. I had taken one with me in case I needed it , so I lay it on my lap to shield my erection. I could tell this would be the problem for the whole evening. We’d not had sex for a few days and Mel had not given me any favours, wanting to keep me attentive to her. It was working.
I had Mel’s jacket as well, so she sat back in the taxi with her breasts clearly on show through the transparent gauze of the white blouse. At one point as she was talking to him, she reached under the jackets on my lap and gave me a squeeze, just like that. I nearly came in my pants there and then, and blushed. I could feel the heat on my face and my cock jerked so hard against my trousers.
When we arrived at the house, it was in a normal suburban street, the windows all open and clearly a party blaring out from it. I paid the cab driver as he smirked at me and gave me his card, offering to pick us up later for a reduced charge.
‘There’s no extra for after midnight. It’d be a pleasure to pick your wife up, and that’ll be tip enough,’ he said.
I just blushed again and thanked him.

Mel knocked at the door and it was answered by a tall blond girl in tight denims and a pink t-shirt. She announced herself as the hostess, Grace.
‘Pleased to meet you, Grace,’ I said and shook her hand while staring at her breasts. The t-shirt was a fine mesh through which her nipples pushed proudly on show. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
Mel nudged me. ‘Be a good boy,’ she said.
Grace laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got used to that tonight. They’re all the same, these boys.’
‘Sorry about that, I’ll keep him in hand.’ Grace turned to me. ‘Now listen, before we go in, let’s be totally clear. You can look but don’t touch. If there’s any naughty stuff, I’ll take you straight home. We’re here for me to have fun, not you. Understood?’
‘Yes Mel,’ I said.
Grace laughed again. ‘You have this one sorted, girl. Good on you. You’ll find some real men inside. Hope you’re up for this. Alex(that's me), you can leave your shirt in that big box in the hallway with all the others.’
And with that we stepped in.

I'll try to post some more later if there's any interest.

[Mia]

Hi, parmaham:

We are interested in your future stories!

Thanks for posting this one.

Welcome to OHW!



Mia

[allengt]

Welcome to the forum. Nice start and we are anxiously waiting to hear about the party.

[BkkDennis]

Please PLEASE continue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[go2guy]

Yes, please continue (for the love of God) :-)

[parmaham55]

Thanks for that. Here's some more:


When we got into the party room, I was in heaven. There were half a dozen women in front of me all clearly without bras. Their partners were presumably in the kitchen at the drinks because these ladies just stood there proudly chatting and comparing their tops.
‘Get me a cold beer.’ Mel seemed more assertive than usual and I disappeared quickly to find her one.
Having no shirt on was somewhat surreal really. I mean, I’m not in too bad a shape but I’m no adonis either. I’m also quite fair skinned and don’t have any chest hair at all. I felt vulnerable and wimpish.
As I went through the door into the other room, I had to step to one side to allow Daryl through. Daryl works in Mel’s office, he’s one of the sales guys there and I have met him a couple of times at works do’s. He’s tall, confident and built like a prize fighter. He loves his football and is a gym regular. He’s also intelligent and an irritatingly nice guy, and of course has the hots for Mel big time. He stood before me in his beige chinos with a black belt, displaying his toned pecs and flat stomach.
‘Hey Alex, how’s it going? Great party here. Drinks through there. Babes the other way. Where’s that gorgeous wife of yours?’
‘She’s….she’s just in the lounge chatting to the other ladies,’ I said.
‘Good thing too. Now I hope you don’t mind man, but I’m gonna be spending a fair bit of time with her tonight. Know what I mean.’
‘I..ah…sure Daryl.’ I blushed.
‘I mean, well, her and me have an understanding you know. She’s told you she wants me to fuck her, hasn’t she?’
I was taken aback by his blunt approach and tried to smile. ‘Y…Yes she has Daryl.’
‘I need you to be clear with me. man. Say that you agree to it, and say you want it too. I don’t want no arguments later.’
I held my hands over my trousers as I replied. ‘I…I agree, and, yes, Daryl, I want it too.’
‘Good man. By the way, I think I’d prefer Mr Smith from now or perhaps Sir if you like. Now, let’s shake on that.’ He grinned a mischievous grin at me.
I was trembling but shook his hand. ‘Yes Sir, thank you. Hope you enjoy her.’
Mel had made it clear to me that she was going to spend some time with Daryl and she wanted me to be happy and excited about that. And I was. I could feel my cock straining against my pants the whole time. The damn thing was about to explode at the thought of this guy having my wife.
He looked directly into my eyes. ‘Oh I will. Don’t worry about that. And I won’t do anything you don’t know about. I respect that, man. You’ll be kept fully in the loop.’
‘Thanks,’ was all I could blurt out. ‘Can I get you a drink? I’m heading to the kitchen.’
‘Sure man, bring me a beer.’
He walked past me to the room where Mel stood and I watched as he went directly to her and greeted her by kissing her on the lips and wrapping his huge arm around her waist. I was shocked how easily and willingly she kissed him back, like it wasn’t their first kiss, that’s for sure, and she pressed her hand on his naked chest and ran her manicured fingers with their red nail-varnish down his front all the way to the top of his trousers.

[bewareoflizzy]

Excellent stuff, man. Keep it cumming!

[parmaham55]

(Hi, thanks for the positive feedback and sorry about it being in parts but I am busy running around doing domestic chores for Mel, so this is a bit piecemeal. I'll try to finish it over the weekend. Here's some more of what happened.)

The guys in the kitchen were all without shirts, a mix of wimps like me, beer bellies and a few well-toned torsos. I didn’t know any of them. The talk was, of course, about the women and it seemed most of them were with someone. A couple of the well-toned guys were single, friends of Grace. Mel was already a topic for conversation, a fit black guy who was a friend of Daryl was saying what a cute ass she has, ignoring the fact I was her husband. I stood meekly agreeing and feeling proud of her.
When I took the drinks back, the party was getting into full swing, with plenty of music and dancing. Grace had dimmed the lights and Mel was already dancing close to Daryl. He’d got both his arms wrapped around her, pressing her to his chest and she was resting her head on his bare neck and running her hand through his hair. They looked like a couple.

‘Put the beers on that table, and take a seat.’ Daryl said, and Mel opened her eyes briefly to smile across at me.

‘Yes Sir, of course.’ I played my part well, I thought. I sat in the corner of the couch with my hands covering my raging hard-on and watched them smooch. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up and kissed her long and hard. I felt a churning in my stomach, this was new territory for us, something I’d always wanted but when it came to it, watching Mel kiss someone so lovingly and with such desire was difficult to take.

The room was crowded with dancers, all the women proudly pushing their breasts into their dance partners. I sat alone watching and Grace took pity on me. She sat beside me and started chatting about Mel. She worked with her and clearly knew about her desire for Daryl.

‘She’s got the hots for him, that’s for sure. I’ve seen them flirting in the office. She says you don’t mind?’
I couldn’t help stare at Grace’s breasts pushing through her top. They were smallish but the nipples were hard and large and dark. Beautiful. She put her hand on mine as it rested on my lap, covering my cock.
‘Do you mind? Is it something you want as well? Mel and Daryl?’ She said.
‘I…I don’t really know.’ I stumbled over my words. We both watched as Daryl ran his hand under Mel’s top and was obviously squeezing her bare breast.
As we did, Grace pushed my hand away from my lap and quickly unzipped my trousers and put her hand on top of my little hard cock and squeezed it through my pants.
‘I think you like it if you’re honest.’
I blushed to the core and felt myself ejaculate. It was all too much. No doubt she could feel the hot wet patch and knew what had happened. I felt so embarrassed.
‘Sorry, Grace.’
‘Awww, that’s alright. Go and clean up, there’s a good boy. The bathroom is down the corridor.’

When I returned, Mel broke off from Daryl and came over to speak to me. It was nearly midnight. Her top hung loose over her skirt and her lipstick was smudged. She looked radiant. I had dried my pants as best I could and zipped up. Fortunately, my cock doesn’t recover that quickly so I wasn’t hard or embarrassed, just a little flushed in the face.
‘Darling, come with me to the bathroom,’ she said.
I showed her the way and when we got inside, she sat me down on the edge of the bath as she stood before me, legs slightly apart and hands on her hips.
‘Daryl will be fucking me later, darling. You know that don’t you?’
‘Y..yes’
‘Yes, what?’
I was confused.
‘Didn’t your mother teach you to say please, Alex?’
‘Oh..um..yes. Yes please.’
‘That’s better. Now when we go back out, I want you to invite Daryl to stay the night at our place and ask him to enjoy himself with me. Remember to say please.’
‘Yes Mel’ I looked up at her and enjoyed her indulgent smile.
‘He told me to bring you in here just before midnight, for you to remove my panties for him.’
My cock twitched into life again and I shivered.
‘Go ahead. Pull them down.’
I reached up under Mel’s skirt to her skimpy thong and started to pull it down slowly. It stuck to her wet pussy and she opened her legs a little more to help me. I pull it past the naked flesh of her thighs and down over the sheer black holdups to her knees. Then she pushed my hands away and let it drop to the floor as she leaned over and kissed me as a thank you.
‘Pick it up and smell it.’ she said.
I picked up the thong and pressed it to my nose. It was lacy and sheer and the rough lace on my nostrils was wet and smelled of her sex. I couldn’t help myself. I put out my tongue and lovingly licked along the spot that had been closest to her gorgeous wet pussy.
‘Good boy,’ she said. Mel had never spoken to me this way before.
‘Now, you are to take them out to Daryl.’ I shuddered, worried that I might come again.
‘Make sure you give them to him in front of everybody, he was most insistent on that and we don’t want him getting angry do we. I’m not sure my ass could take it, let alone yours Alex. He said you’re to offer them to him and invite him back to fuck me. Be nice, thanks darling.’
And with that, she brushed her skirt back down and was gone.
I sat, holding the thong, running my fingers along the lace, contemplating my lot.

[parmaham55]

The final part:


When I got back in the main room there were five or six women already topless. It was after midnight. The music was upbeat and they were swaying and shaking their breasts to the music. Most of the men just stood and watched but a couple of the fitter guys were dancing with them and grabbing them. It was a hot scene and my Mel was the most gorgeous of all. She was dancing and spinning to the music, her skirt lifting to show her stocking tops, and her breasts freely swinging.

When a slow number came on, she started dancing with Grace which made my little cock really stand up. They were both topless and pressed their breasts to each other, arms wrapped around laughing and giggling. Mel is not at all interested in other women, she’s definitely totally man oriented but she was clearly liking pressing her breasts to Grace’s. Her breasts were larger but Grace’s nipples were larger and darker in colour. I found it difficult to know where to look, there were so many to choose from around the room.

Daryl was sitting on the couch watching and he beckoned me to sit next to him, which I obediently did. We must have looked a picture, me all weedy looking and blushing and with a red rash of excitement on my chest with my little tent in my trousers, him all bronzed and strong looking with muscly arms and chest, and clearly with a large cock snaking down his trousers.

When the girls finished dancing, Mel came over and laughed at me as she sat on Daryl’s knee. She sat with her back to him and he held onto her waist, not touching her breasts and she looked lovely and hot. She sat astride one knee her skirt up at the back and her stockings on show, so that I knew her bare pussy was touching his leg. She squirmed and I could tell from her face that she was close to an orgasm.

She leaned across to me. ‘Did you have something to give Daryl, Alex?’

I fished in my pocket and pulled out her thong and handed it to him. I had rehearsed my line to myself in my head a few times but still stuttered when I said it.
‘I…I was wondering, Sir, if you would be good enough to come back to ours after the party.’
‘What for?’ He laughed at me.
‘To…ah..to enjoy yourself with my wife, Sir.’
‘Well that does sound a lot of fun. I certainly will.’ He said and he ran his hands up her waist and squeezed her breasts right there in front of me. I could see Mel shudder and she came on his leg, just like that, a shuddering orgasm. She stood up quickly and squeezed her legs together and I could see the wet patch on his trouser leg.

Grace came over to us and smiled at me. ‘How’s my little Alex doing?’ She said. ‘Do you want me to help you with that some more?’ She pointed at my trousers. I looked up at Mel questioningly, seeking guidance on what to do next.
‘Why don’t you go with Grace, Alex? I’m going to be busy for a few minutes dancing with Daryl, then we’ll go home.’
‘Thank you, Mel,’ I said and stood to follow Grace. She took my hand and led me through to the kitchen which was empty by this time. A lot of people had already left, once midnight had come and they’d had their fill of seeing all the topless women, I presume they’d raced off home for sex. Grace led me over to the sink and made me stand on a box beside it. (I’m quite short). She looked so sexy, topless in her tight denims and high heels. She told me to un-buckle my trousers and drop them to my knees which I did.
She smiled up at me. ‘There’s a good boy, now let’s see how I can help.’
With that she pulled down my pants and my little cock sprang out. She gently held my balls in one hand and ran her finger over the tip of my cock, rubbing the pre-cum all around it. Then she took it in hand and started stroking, all the while smiling. At one point she let go and ran her wet finger over one of her nipples, pinching it a little.
Once she resumed stroking me, it only took a couple of minutes for me to shout out that I was cumming, then I came all over her hand, a couple of the stronger spurts reaching the sink. She stroked and squeezed me till I was finished and I stood down from the box, exhausted from my second cumming of the night.
‘Well done, Alex.’ She said. ‘Now you’d better call a taxi to take you three home.’

I called the guy from earlier and he said he’d be right there. Of course he sounded eager. Mel and Daryl were dancing close, hands all over each other and told me to pick up my shirt and wait by the door and to let them know when the cab arrived. When we left, Grace gave me quick kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my cock and told me to look after Mel and Daryl when we got home, and she’d be over to see us all the next day.
Daryl wouldn’t let Mel put her panties back on and told her she had to make sure the taxi driver got a good show. She giggled and said that in return she wouldn’t allow Daryl or me to put our shirts back on for the ride home. Daryl had the last laugh and told her she couldn’t either then. I think Mel was tipsy enough to enjoy that dare and she walked to the cab right behind Daryl with her arms around him, pressing herself into his back to hide herself as best she could.
I just blushed and got in the front of the car with the driver and asked that he take us home. Daryl and Mel sat in the back and started kissing and Daryl was then nibbling her neck and dropping his head down to suck on her nipples as we drove home in the dark. Fortunately we live in a quiet country area so it wasn’t easy to see much. The driver just smirked the whole time and chatted to me, asking whether I was her husband. My stomach churned with the humiliation of it, but my cock was back to being as stiff as anything yet again.
For the whole twenty minute ride home, all we could hear was the slurping and moaning of the two in the back. I was too embarrassed to turn around and look but the driver got a good eyeful, and I’m sure he saw right up Mel’s skirt to her stocking tops and naked wet pussy.
When we arrived, Mel ran in quickly holding her hand over her front to hide her breasts and Daryl quickly followed. I paid the taxi driver (of course) and went in after them.
That was one of my best party experiences ever and, of course, the evening didn’t finish there, but I’ll tell you all about that in another thread some other time if there’s any interest.

[kinkydetroit]

Ok, so we are waiting for the rest of the story.

[parmaham55]

Ok, here's one final part as it takes up to the end of my party day (the saturday)!

It was well after 1am when we got home, I’d got my shirt back on but un-buttoned and hanging loose over my cum-stained trousers.

Daryl and my wife, Mel, were kissing in the hallway when I got in the house after paying the taxi. He’d got her pressed to the wall, both of them still topless, and him with his hand up her skirt, clearly fingering her pussy. She was moaning, a low guttural animal kind of moan I’d heard before when we were first together and in the early days of our marriage. It meant ‘Please take me and fuck me now.’ Daryl’s a good ten years younger than either of us and seeing the two of them together was the most exciting thing ever.

Fortunately the kids were away for the weekend with grand-parents and we had the house to ourselves for the next twenty-four hours. I wondered how many times Mel would be fucked before this was all over. It was unlikely to stop at one!

When I shut the front door they broke their kiss briefly and Mel said we should go through to the lounge and make ourselves comfortable while she freshened up. She headed up the stairs in front of us, flashing her stocking tops and ass as she went, swaying and turning to blow us both a kiss.
‘I won’t be long, it looks like you both need a drink,’ she giggled.

I took Daryl into the room and he sat on the two-seater couch, sitting back and smoothing down his trousers. I could see his cock pressing inside his trousers and, well, it certainly wasn’t small even though it wasn’t fully hard.

‘What can I get you, Sir?’ I said.

Darryl laughed. ‘You can drop the Sir stuff if you want, Alex. That was just a bit of fun for the party. We’re all friends and equal here, aren’t we? I have great respect for you and your lovely wife. Mel is a stunner, that’s for sure. Of course, if you prefer to keep it up, that’s fine too. It’s up to you.’

‘I…I well’. I stumbled words out. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. My little cock was straining again, just talking to this chunk of attractive younger man sitting there displaying his toned chest. I’m not in the least bit interested in men, but I could see why Mel wanted him.

‘Don’t worry man, just relax and enjoy. After all, you’ve cum twice already tonight and I’ve not seen any action at all yet, so it can’t be all bad for you. Now, let’s be proper men here, and proper respectful. Are you still ok with me getting it on with Mel?’

‘It’s really up to her,’ I said. ‘Her decision. I respect that and fully support her. Of course, I’d be really pleased if she wants to, and yes, I get a kick from it. I…I think I’d prefer to call you Sir or Mr Smith like you said before. If that’s ok.’

‘Sure is Alex. And don’t worry, I’ll respect your wife and treat her well. She’s one hot lady and you’re lucky to be married to her. I won’t wreck anything. I just want to fuck her. I’ll be firm and demanding of her, take her to the limit, but she’ll always be safe, just so you know. Now, we’ve settled that, fetch me a beer.’

My heart swelled with pride at his kind words and his desire for Mel.

When I was in the kitchen I slid my hand inside my pants and tried to push my cock down flat. Mel came in just at that moment.
‘Now, now. Leave that alone,’ she laughed.

She had changed into a new set of lingerie I had not seen before. The top was silky black, clinging to her breasts, her nipples standing proud. She wore a matching garter belt and sheer black stockings with high black heels. The panties were in the french style, also matching and clinging to her gorgeous ass.
She came over and gave me a hug and thanked me for being so good about all this.

‘I do love you, Alex. You are my husband and will always be the man for me. This is just a bit of fun. For you too.’ She said.

I relaxed in her arms, resting my head on her shoulder.

‘You make me so happy. Go..have your man.’ My voice hesitated a bit. Then I said. ‘M…may I watch?’

At that she stepped back a little from me, then grabbed my little cock very hard as she spoke.

‘No Alex. I don’t want it spoiled with Daryl. I’m too hot for him now. Maybe another time. I want you to take him his drink, then thank him again for fucking me and say goodnight to him and that you’re tired and off to the spare room. Be good, no touching yourself, and I’ll come and see you later when I get time.’

She said it so certainly I wasn’t going to argue, and I wasn’t truly sure I wanted to watch anymore anyway. My heart was racing, my stomach churning…and my stiff little cock was hurting from her grasp.

‘Yes Mel,’ I said.

She slapped me on the ass in fun. ‘Go on then, be a good boy.’
I walked back into the room with the beer for Daryl, my trousers tenting at the front in an obvious way even for me.
‘Put it on the table here, Alex.’ He said.

‘Yes Sir, thank you…and Sir, I’ll bid you goodnight if I may. I’m tired and I’ll leave you with Mel and slip away to bed.’

‘Sure thing Alex. Anything else to add?’ He stared up at me as I stood before him, then let his eyes run over my body down to my little tent.
‘I…um..well, yes. Please enjoy fucking my wife and show her a good time.’

‘Well, thanks Alex. I will. Now you may go.’

Mel was standing behind me throughout all of this and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, then gave me one more squeeze and said goodnight.

I turned to leave the room and look back briefly from the door to see Mel kneeling in front of Daryl in his seat, his legs wide apart, and she was reaching for the zip on his trousers.

I disappeared upstairs determined to stay awake and listen.

(Thanks for reading this. I’m hard just recalling it as I write it. That was it for the night really. Despite my best efforts and hearing a few little moans and kisses, of course I really fell asleep from the excitement and the drink!)