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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 5, The Cocktail Party) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ************************************************************************ This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Five - The Cocktail Party The morning after I ate my first cream pie, I awoke groggily to the sound of the alarm blaring. I had to look at myself to verify that I correctly recalled what happened the night before. Sure enough, I was still wearing the black nightgown. Debbie was still lying beside me, her hand still resting upon my breast. Her full bosoms were pressed firmly against my back. They felt nice. Debbie breathed evenly and peacefully as she slept naked next to me. A content smile adorned her face. I shook my head to clear the fog as I lay there reliving the previous night's events. The details of what happened caused me to smile. The dried cum that Debbie had deposited on my face cracked as I smiled, reminding me further of what I'd done. 'Wow! What a night!' I couldn't believe I had licked and sucked my own sperm out of my wife's pussy. It was absolutely the wildest thing I'd ever done. I became distinctly aware of how uncomfortable I was feeling at the thought that I'd enjoyed myself so much. I was fully aware that it was not normal to be so turned on by what I'd done. I was afraid to admit to myself how much I enjoyed it. Removing Debbie's hand from my chest, I carefully rolled out of bed, walked into my closet and removed my nightgown. As I did so I noticed an encrusted substance on the front of it near where my cock had rubbed against it. I knew what the substance must be. I dropped the dirty nightie into my clothes hamper and walked into the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. The hot water cascading down my body felt good as I washed the previous night's sex off of my face and body. When I returned to the bedroom Debbie was still lying in bed, but was now awake, smiling cheerily at me. "Good morning Sunshine," she sang. "How is my pretty lover this morning?" she teased. "I'm fine," I replied, wondering why she continually referred to me with such feminine references. "And how are you?" I asked. "Couldn't be better," she sighed. "Did you hang up your nightie when you took it off this morning?" "Er, actually...no. It got dirty so I put it in the laundry." "Oh. Well, you don't want that to go in with the regular wash honey. You'll want to hand wash it later. Okay?" 'I had to hand-wash the gown?' I thought. 'Jeez!' I didn't feel like arguing the point right then though. "Alright," I agreed. "I guess I can do that." As I moved around to my side of the bed to get dressed for work I noticed a fresh pair of panties lying on top of my dresser. I picked them up to inspect them. They were pale yellow, made of soft nylon, with a daisy appliqu?d just above the right leg opening. They were outlined with lace at the waist and legs. I think the style would be described as French-cut. They were very sexy looking, in a cute kind of way. I held them up, turned to Debbie and asked, "For moi?" "Very good Lee!" she exclaimed. "I picked them out for you last night. I figured you should have some of your own, so you won't have to wear mine all of the time. Plus, I thought you might want some different colors and styles since it appears that you will be wearing panties for a while. Do you like them?" I didn't know exactly what to say. I was quite uneasy with the way things were going. And yet, I was also completely aware that I did, indeed, like wearing panties. That thought scared the hell out of me. I didn't want to appear too eager. My response must have sounded a bit half-hearted. "I suppose so," I answered meekly. "You suppose so?!" she challenged me. "I thought you agreed to wear panties for me Lee? What's more, I thought that you liked wearing them? You sure seemed to like it last night. Do you want me to take them back? You could just wear an old pair of mine today." I quickly backpedaled. I didn't want her to take them back. "No! No! I'll wear them Debbie. They are very pretty. Thank you very much," I tried to sound appreciative. To prove it to her, I immediately stepped into my new yellow panties and quickly slid them into place. Any question that I didn't really want to wear them was, once again, answered immediately as my cock settled into the smooth nylon pretties. Debbie looked at me approvingly and smiled. "That's better!" she proclaimed. "Very cute. Very sexy," she cooed from her cozy position on our bed. "I have to tell you Lee. I just love you in panties sweetie!" she added. Debbie remained in bed as I finished getting dressed and headed out to work. "Bye honey," I said as I leaned over to kiss her goodbye. She kissed me back and told me to have a nice day and that she was looking forward to tonight. 'Tonight?' I thought. 'Right! Tonight.' I almost forgot about that. Now I had something else to worry about all day. I was really not looking forward to being in the same room with Debbie and Regina Rae. In fact, I was extremely concerned. Regina Rae was such a wild card. Who knew what she might do or say in front of Debbie that could get me into further trouble? And just when things seemed to be getting better, albeit a tad strange, here at home. Oh well... there was nothing that I could do about it now. And yet, I knew that I would worry anyway. Work was fairly uneventful. I had a few appointments, but nothing really taxing. As I had the day before, I mostly walked around worrying that someone might see panty lines, although no one said anything or acted odd. Even Carla said nothing. In fact, she seemed pre-occupied throughout the day. She and I had minimal interaction until near the end of the day as she was preparing to leave. She'd taken a longer lunch break than usual, so I asked her what she'd done at lunch. "Oh, nothing special. Just had a lunch date with a few girlfriends. Sorry I was so long. Is there a problem?" she asked, appearing concerned that I was upset with her. "Of course not Carla! You know I don't mind if you take a little extra time here and there. I was just curious. So," I asked, changing the subject, "Are you excited about your date tonight?" "I'll say I am Lee! I have a feeling that this is going to be an evening that will be remembered forever." "That special, huh? Wow! I don't know that I've ever seen you this geared up over anyone." "Yeah. I guess I'm 'geared up' all right. How about you? Are you looking forward to Regina Rae's cocktail party? How was Debbie about it last night?" "She was fine actually. She even went shopping and bought a new dress for the occasion." "Really?!" Carla sounded surprised. "Hmm. She must be planning to make a lasting impression upon Miss Regina Rae. What kind of dress did she buy? Is it pretty?" "Er... actually... she wouldn't let me see it. She said she wanted to surprise me tonight. So I guess I'll see it when I get home." "Wellll... I'm sure she will look lovely. Debbie is a beautiful woman. I hope you have a really good time Lee. You deserve to relax and enjoy yourself. But be careful to make Debbie feel comfortable. I have a feeling that she may be more nervous about this than she is letting on. As I've said before, Regina Rae is not someone you want to take lightly. Okay?" Carla seemed to be overly concerned about how Debbie and I would fare at Regina Rae's. I assured her that I would be sensitive to Debbie's feelings tonight. Carla then turned to leave and said, "Well... see ya later! Ya'll have fun!" I nearly whistled at her as she sashayed out the door. She had a lively and happy bounce in her step. She must have been totally bowled over by whoever it was that she had a date with. I straightened things out on my desk, packed my briefcase, and headed home. I tried to suppress my anxiety about the party. But I couldn't help it. Regina Rae did scare me. And Carla's repeated expressions of concern made me even more nervous. My principal worry was that Regina Rae would flirt with me in front of Debbie to see what kind of reaction she could evoke. At the same time, I was excited. In addition to scaring me, Regina Rae Morris turned me on. I knew nothing would ever happen between us, but I fantasized about her just the same. I daydreamed constantly about what sex with her would be like. I envisioned myself in the scene she described the first time she fucked Chad. As my imagination ran away with me my cock stiffened, reminding me that I was wearing pretty yellow panties, another reason why I knew that nothing would ever happen between me and Regina Rae. Even if she did come on to me, and even if the right circumstances were presented, I could never let her see me wearing panties. She'd think I was some kind of sissy. I had to give Debbie credit for her idea. It was a sure-fire way to keep her man honest. And, apparently, it was a sure-fire way to keep her man hard. Ha! As I entered our house I shouted, "Honey! I'm home!" No answer. I walked through the house and into the kitchen. Debbie was nowhere to be seen. I looked out back. She wasn't out there either. 'Hmmm. She must be in the shower,' I thought. However, as I walked upstairs I heard no water running. I called out her name again. No answer. 'Damn! It was nearly six!' We needed to be leaving in less than thirty minutes to get to Regina Rae's on time. I glanced toward the bed and saw a note. Some new clothes lay across the foot of the bed as well. There was a pair of dark gray, pleated gabardine slacks, a black mock turtleneck sweater and a gray Glen-plaid sport jacket. Very stylish. I would look nice in that I thought. Debbie was really going all out for tonight. 'New outfits for each of us!' The note read, "Lee - I ran my stockings and had to dash off to the store to buy a new pair. Otherwise, I'm ready for the party so we can leave as soon as I return. Take a shower and put on the clothes I've laid out for you on the bed. They're a surprise from me to you. I hope you like them. See ya in a few. Love, Me." As it was getting late, I knew I had to move quickly. I tore my work clothes off and prepared to jump in the shower. As with the night before, I paused in front of Debbie's makeup mirror and admired my new panties. I couldn't dawdle though. I had to get moving. I quickly removed the panties and noticed a clear strand of thick liquid stretch from my cock as I took them off. 'Hmmm. Precum.' Without thinking about it I wiped the sweet substance off of my dick and licked my finger clean. 'Tasty! What is getting into me?' I thought as I shook my head, as if that would remove these strange thoughts I was having. I showered and shaved, and then went into the bedroom to get dressed. As I entered the bedroom I stopped dead in my tracks. Debbie was sitting on the edge of our bed rolling a sheer black, back-seamed silk stocking up her right leg. The other stocking was already on and attached to a white garter belt. But that wasn't the only thing that caused me to drop my jaw. Debbie was wearing what was essentially your basic Little Black Dress. But, on her, it looked like so much more. Or should I say, 'less'? It had spaghetti straps that seemed to have no function. The dress was held up primarily because the top fit tightly across her breasts, pushing plenty of cleavage out of the top. Other than the thin straps, her shoulders were bare. There wasn't much material in this dress either. The hem barely reached the point formed where her legs create an inverted V. Debbie stood to attach the last stocking to her garter straps and then pulled her hem down, just barely concealing the garter connections. It was obvious to me that the slightest shift of her hemline would give people a glimpse of her garter clips. Her beautiful auburn hair was piled into a loosely shaped bun, stray strands dangling down in her face. She wore a simple gold necklace with a heart pendant and matching heart earrings. The diamond watch I'd purchased for her birthday adorned her left wrist, complemented by two gold bangle bracelets on her right. Her heavenly green eyes were made up dark and mysterious and her lips glistened with red lip- gloss that matched her fingernails. I was speechless! "Wait! Don't say anything yet Lee," she stopped me from speaking. As if, dumbfounded as I was, I could have spoken even if I could form the words in my head. "Let me complete my outfit first." She ran into her closet, squatting down to put on a pair of four-inch high black strappy heels. As I stood there like a fool, naked and stunned at what an absolutely hot, drop- dead gorgeous bombshell my wife was, she returned to the bedroom. "Ta da! What do you think honey?" she asked as she marked a pose with her hands spread to her sides. I stammered, "What do I think? My God Debbie! I've never seen you dress like that before." She pouted. "You don't like?" "Like?! Like?! No! Love!!" I was finally finding words to express myself. "I love it! You look amazing Debbie!" She smiled broadly. "Now that's better! That's what a girl wants to hear. Thank you honey! Now, you better hurry up and get dressed yourself Lee. Do you like the outfit I bought you? I think we are going to look awesome together tonight. Oh yeah," she continued. "I bought you something else, as a special surprise, to go with your outfit. I have all new everything on, including panties. Obviously, I'm not wearing a bra," she added parenthetically. "But I thought it would be fun if we wore matching panties. So I bought you a pair just like mine." She handed me a pair of shiny white charmeuse panties appliqu?d with elaborate white lace on both side panels. "I also bought you a matching slip to wear under your clothes so the wool sweater won't irritate your skin." She held out a pretty white, lace slip. Again, I was speechless. I had to admit that the panties and slip were pretty. And I was tempted. But I wondered why I needed to wear them tonight. Debbie seemed to be getting carried away with dressing me in lingerie. Unsure of how to react and not wanting to appear too agreeable about wearing women's' underwear, I asked, "Uh, Debbie? Why do I need to wear panties tonight? I thought I was only wearing them to reassure you that Regina Rae wouldn't seduce me? You're going to be with me tonight. Surely you don't need reassuring tonight. Do you?" Debbie looked disappointed at my hesitation. "I thought you liked wearing them Lee. I thought I was doing something nice for you. I mean, after last night, I guess I thought this was something you wanted to do more often. But if you don't want to wear them tonight, I'll understand," she pouted. "I just thought it would be a fun secret for us to have tonight while we're chatting with the other guests at the party. But that's okay. You don't have to wear them if you don't want to," she said, obviously disappointed. "Give them back to me," she said as she held out her hand. "I'll return them to the store tomorrow." 'Damn!' I didn't like seeing Debbie so disappointed in me. What was it Carla had said today? 'Be careful of Debbie's feelings tonight,' she'd said. I quickly changed tack and said, "No. It's okay honey," I assured her. "I guess it won't hurt to wear them. And I do like the way they feel Debbie. I guess I just hadn't considered that I'd wear panties out of the house when we were together." Debbie broke into a big smile. "Really?! You'll wear them?! Oh thank you Lee! And the slip too?! They are a matching set," she said excitedly, suddenly happy once again. "I almost bought you the matching bra," she continued to gush with excitement, "but decided that would probably be a little over the top. But the slip does have a practical side, as your sweater will feel a lot better over the nylon," she prattled on, more animated than I could ever remember her being. Debbie was much more excited about this evening than I thought she'd be. "Sure," I replied, happy to see my wife so joyful. "I'll wear the slip too." "Great!" Debbie exclaimed. "Now hurry up and get dressed sweetie or we'll be late." As I got ready, Debbie went into her dressing area and worked on her makeup a bit more. The panties she bought me fit snugly and felt good. The charmeuse satin was thicker than nylon and held my cock more firmly. There was something special about them. Somehow, they felt... expensive. I loved the feel of the elastic leg bands encasing my ass cheeks. I literally shivered as I slid the slip over my head. It felt so cool and soft against my skin. After putting on my trousers and sweater, I checked my image in the mirror. I looked quite handsome. Dashing even. 'But wait! Was I able to see the outline of the top edge of scalloping on the slip through my sweater?' "Debbie!" I called. "Would you come look at this? Does anything look odd about my outfit?" "Odd?" she asked, a confused look on her face. "No. To the contrary, you look scrumptious Lee. Why? What's wrong?" "Well, I think you can see the scalloping of the lace on the slip outlined through my sweater." "Hmm," she studiously eyed my sweater. "I can't see it. But wait. Here. Put on your jacket," she directed me. "With your jacket on no one will be able to notice anything. There," she said as she brushed my lapels with her hands. "That's better. What do you think now?" I looked closely and thought I could still faintly see the outline where the sweater showed at the opening of my sport jacket. But I guessed it would be okay. I was being paranoid. Surely if it was noticeable Debbie would tell me. "Yeah. That's fine," I said. "I guess we're ready to go then." Standing next to Debbie I noticed that, wearing the four-inch high heels, she stood about an inch taller than I. I must have hesitated for a second because she asked me what was wrong. I said, "Oh, nothing. I was just noticing that you are a little taller than I tonight." "Really?" she asked quizzically. "I suppose you're right. But not by much. You're not bothered by that, are you? If you are, I could try to find a different pair of shoes. Although I did buy these heels especially for tonight. I'd hate to alter my outfit. Besides, you didn't seem to mind it last night when I towered over you lover boy?" she laughed, reminding me of how I'd kneeled before her and eagerly licked her pussy. I tried to ignore her comment, as if it were no big deal. I replied simply, "It's fine Debbie. Let's go or we'll be late. By the way, you look awesome! You're going to be the prettiest woman at the party tonight!" "Thank you honey!" she gushed. She stepped toward me, put one hand on my cheek and pulled me toward her as she kissed me sensuously. Meanwhile, she let her other hand find my crotch and she rubbed my cock outside of my trousers, causing the silky slip to rub against my panties. I immediately began swelling within her grasp. "And you're going to be the prettiest man at the party!" she whispered. "At least underneath your clothes." Again, I tried to ignore her feminine reference, although I was confounded as to why she kept doing so. As we drove to the party, I began thinking of all that could go wrong once we arrived. Lord! I hoped Regina Rae behaved. I was a bundle of nerves. I glanced at Debbie, noticing that her dress had ridden up her thighs revealing her stocking tops where they attached to her garters. God! Did she ever look sexy! I wondered if this new Debbie would last. I kind of hoped so. When we arrived at the address Regina Rae had provided, we were immediately impressed. The house was an immense, Tudor style dwelling surrounded by a high, ivy-covered brick wall. Brilliant landscape lighting highlighted the grounds dramatically. From the outside alone, it was easy to see money dripping off of Regina Rae's house. I could see why Chad believed he could take advantage of the situation with his estranged wife. We parked along the driveway behind the other cars, approached the tall double front doors, and rang the bell. A beautiful woman dressed in a French maid outfit answered the door. Debbie and I exchanged a quick glance as the maid, in a very sweet voice, invited us in. "Welcome to Miss Morris' home. May I ask your names?" she inquired. I replied that we were Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. "My name is Candy," she responded. "May I fetch a drink for you and Mrs. Montgomery?" she solicited. Grinning broadly at her sweet demeanor, I told her that I would love a gin and tonic with a twist of lime. Debbie ordered a champagne cocktail. Candy told us that she would be right back with our drinks. She told us to make ourselves at home and that she would find us with our drinks. She curtsied slightly and then turned to retrieve our beverages. I watched Candy as she walked away. She wore a short black, satin French maid's dress. The dress was trimmed in white lace and she wore an apron. Beneath the dress she wore a white lace petticoat with layers upon layers of lace. And as she walked away it was apparent that she was wearing a pair of white panties lined with several rows of black lace across the bottom. The dress fit snugly at the bodice, pushing this young servant's boobs high above her breast line. I wondered if she was wearing a corset to create such serious cleavage. Stretching beneath her dress was a pair of fantastic legs on which she wore sexy black fishnet stockings attached to garter straps, probably connected to the corset that I suspected she wore. She walked flawlessly in five-inch black patent leather spike heels, her butt swaying from side to side as her heels clicked crisply on the granite tile floor. Dark accents dramatically highlighted her beautiful eyes. Her long black eyelashes fluttered as she smiled. The final touch upon her stunning face was her deep, dark red lips. Her raven black hair hung softly upon her bare shoulders. I felt a sharp elbow jab into my side. "She's just the maid Lee!" Debbie hissed. "I thought you said I was going to be the prettiest girl at the party!" The jab and Debbie's aggressive statement startled me. Had my ogling been that obvious? "Hey! That hurt!" I cried. "I was just looking honey. You have to admit that having a maid like that for a servant is a bit unusual. It's not something you see everyday." "Yeah! Sure," she reprimanded me. "Why don't we join the other guests? Besides, I'm anxious to see this Regina Rae who has been monopolizing all of your time at work lately." Debbie was on a mission to scout out the competition. "Right. Let's do that," I said as I took her arm in mine, happy to escape from her reaction to my lusting after Regina Rae's maid. We didn't have to wait long to find Regina Rae. She was standing in the middle of a cluster of other guests, mostly men, laughing hysterically, as if one of them had just made the best joke ever. The laughter actually sounded a little contrived. Regina Rae must have seen Debbie and me out of the corner of her eye, because she stopped laughing and turned to us and nearly shouted, "Oh! Look! It's my favorite lawyer and his lovely wife." She broke from the group and quickly approached us. "Lee! I'm so glad that you could make it dear. My! Don't you look handsome tonight!" she exclaimed, the flirting beginning already. "And Debbie?! My, my Lee!" She went on as she hugged me. "You didn't tell me you were married to a bombshell! Hi Debbie! I'm Regina Rae Morris," she introduced herself as she held out her hand. "I've heard so much about you from Lee that I feel like I already know you. But I had no idea from talking to Lee that you were so... so... so hot! You look fantastic! And I love that dress! I must know where you bought it! Welcome to my home! I'm so glad you accepted my invitation," she continued, as she gave Debbie what I interpreted as a very lustful look. "Thank you very much Regina Rae," Debbie replied politely. "Thank you so much for inviting us. I must say that I'm a bit taken aback. I have heard very little about you from Lee, but you seem to know quite a bit about me." She darted a sharp glance my way. "I guess I have some catching up to do. You have a lovely home Regina Rae. And I love your outfit too. Perhaps we could trade sometime?" she suggested rather slyly. Regina Rae did look fantastic. Between Debbie and Regina Rae, I would have been hard pressed to choose which of the two of them was the sexiest looking woman at the party, a party heavily populated by 'beautiful people', I might add. I'd never seen Regina Rae wear anything that wasn't short. But the cocktail dress she wore tonight could only be characterized as ultra short. And skin tight. Her dress was made of white satin and glimmered. The sleeves were long, covering her arms down to her wrists, both of which were heavily adorned with a variety of bracelets, all gold on her right arm and all silver on the left. The neckline of her dress had a low scoop that crossed just off of her shoulders, contrasting beautifully against her dark tanned body. Her supreme-sized breasts were practically bursting out of the top of her dress, the nipples protruding against the skintight satin. The dress was apparently lined with an opaque material as her frequently visible areolas were not to be seen tonight. Helping insure that eyes were drawn directly to her breasts was a necklace with a star shaped diamond pendant hanging down and resting just within the valley of her cleavage. Her dress barely covered her full, round ass. She must have been wearing pantyhose as there was no sign of garter connections and, as short as her dress was, if there were any such connectors, they most definitely would be visible. The hose she wore were very sheer and light, allowing her dark tanned legs to steal the show. Helping to emphasize her butt were the white heels she wore that were nearly as high as her maid's. Regina Rae wore her dark, wavy hair down, draped over her shoulders like a shawl. I knew it was wrong for me to have such thoughts, especially as hot as Debbie looked, but when I looked at Regina Rae all I could think of was her story about was how great it be to make love to her. "That is an excellent idea Debbie," Regina Rae said in response to Debbie's suggestion that they trade dresses one day. "I bet we could fit into a lot of each others' clothes." At that moment Candy sashayed up, carrying our drinks on a tray. "Your champagne cocktail Mrs. Montgomery. And for the gentleman, a gin and tonic," she said as she presented us with our drinks. "Please enjoy and let me know if there is anything else you require." She curtseyed very demurely. "Miss Morris, is there anything you desire ma'am?" she asked. "Just a kiss luv." As if for pure shock value, she kissed Candy squarely on the mouth, holding contact a bit longer than one might expect for a casual kiss. "Now, please attend to the other guests Candy dear." "Yes ma'am," Candy replied. Obediently, Candy left to serve Regina Rae's other guests. Turning back to us, Regina Rae asked, "So... what do you think of my Candy? Quite the fetching little maid, wouldn't you say?" she giggled. Debbie spoke first. "Yes. She is very cute Regina Rae. And I am quite confident that Lee likes what he sees. I caught him staring at her when she answered the door to let us in. And from what I can see right now, I think she is having a specific effect on him as we speak," she said giggling as she glanced at the bulge in my pants. Regina Rae shifted her gaze along with Debbie's to my crotch and, laughing along, said, "Yes, I see what you mean Debbie. Does Lee have that problem often?" she asked, making reference, I was quite sure, to my hard-ons earlier in the week when she told me of her conquest of Chad. "I should hope not! If he does, he hasn't shared it with me. I certainly hope it isn't going to be a problem for the rest of the evening. Can you please focus on me for a while Lee?" Debbie teased as she pulled me close and kissed on me right in front of Regina Rae. She was obviously intent on sending the message to Regina Rae that I belonged to her. "Hey! Do you two need a room?" Regina laughed. "There are plenty if you do." "No," Debbie declined. "We're fine. For now," she added with emphasis. Turning to me she asked, "Shall we mingle Lee?" "Sounds good to me," I said, anxious to escape the current encounter. This was the very thing I'd been worried about. Between the two of them, I was already feeling overwhelmed. I knew coming in to this event that I had to be concerned about Regina Rae. But to add to my worry, Debbie was behaving so strangely. "Thank you again, Regina Rae, for inviting us," I said. Just then I looked across the room and was immediately shocked at who I saw. It was Carla! At least I thought it was Carla, as the blonde I was looking at had her back partially turned toward me. "Regina Rae?" I asked. "Yes Lee?" "That woman on the other side of the room? Is that who I think it is?" "I suppose that depends Lee. If you think it is your secretary, then yes. It is precisely who you think it is. Why?" I was stunned. Any worry I'd been experiencing heretofore multiplied exponentially at the sight of Carla. Anxious as I was about Debbie being in Regina Rae's company, adding Carla to the mix was a recipe for disaster as far as I was concerned. The two women who Debbie has expressed concerns about to me were each at the party. I stammered at first and then said, "Well, she told me earlier today that she had a special date tonight. Someone she seemed very serious about. But she didn't say she was coming here. Perhaps she didn't know where her date was taking her. Is that him?" I asked, "the man she is talking to right now?" "No Lee," Regina Rae answered, as if my question were sheer foolishness. "That's not who she is here with. Why don't we go ask her where her date is? I'm sure she'll be very excited to see that you are here. Have you met Carla before Debbie?" she asked. "Yes. I have," Debbie replied coolly, without any apparent emotion. "We really should go talk to her Lee. It would be rude not to say hello." Debbie led the way as the three of us weaved our way through the other guests toward Carla. As we approached Carla my fantasies about her boiled to the surface. While she may have dressed conservatively at work, tonight she was anything but. She looked like a super-model. Every voluptuous curve on her body was proudly on display. She wore a tight, ruby-red, sequined, halter-top mini- dress that was at least as short as Regina Rae's dress. Her tight dress barely contained her D-Cup breasts. They looked huge. The high heels she wore reminded me of Dorothy's ruby slippers and accented her dress beautifully. She wore few adornments in the form of jewelry - a simple gold watch and ruby stud earrings. A thin gold anklet dangled upon her right leg, highlighted by the sheer white, lace topped, thigh high stockings that ended just below her hemline. Her thick blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, sitting high atop the back of her head. She looked both cute and absolutely hot at the same time. I'd describe the look as almost slutty, but in a classy call-girl kind of way. I couldn't wait to meet the lucky guy who was dating her. I was already jealous of him. Carla turned to us as we neared her group and broke into a big grin. "Lee! Debbie!" she exclaimed. "How are you two? Betcha didn't expect to see me here! Did ya Lee?" she laughed. "Er. No," I stuttered. "I didn't. Did you know this is where your date was bringing you today when we talked?" "Yes! I did! But I thought it would be fun to surprise you. And I see you are surprised indeed. So it worked!" Carla let her eyes drift up and down Debbie, taking in her outfit. "My God Debbie! You look awesome! I could eat you up!" "Carla?" Regina Rae spoke. "Yes?" she responded, still practically raping Debbie with her eyes. 'Was Carla really a lesbian?' I wondered. She was blatantly lusting after my wife. "Lee wanted to meet your date luv," Regina Rae said. "Apparently he is under the impression that you are involved with someone special," she teased. "Is that true?" "You know it is Regina Rae," Carla said playfully. Then, in the unquestionable shocker of the evening so far, Carla placed her hand behind Regina Rae's head, pulled her close, and began making out with Regina Rae right in front of Debbie and me. And I mean making out. I thought the kiss, wherein obvious tongue action was taking place, would never end. When Carla finally released Regina Rae's mouth, she turned to me and said, "Lee. Meet my lover. Regina Rae Morris," she giggled as she presented Regina Rae to me. My mouth dropped open wide in shock. You could have blown me over with a feather. Carla had kidded with me in the past, leaving me with the impression that she was a lesbian, although I never really believed her. But here was the proof. And I was further stunned to receive confirmation in this manner that Regina Rae was into women as well. I thought she was totally into men based upon everything I knew about her and the way she'd behaved around me. "Lee?" Regina Rae's voice broke into my turmoil. "Are you alright? You look as though you've just seen a ghost. What's the matter luv?" she laughed. "Haven't you ever seen girls kiss?" I was too stunned to speak. Just then Debbie spoke up. "Well, I think it is great! The two of you make a lovely couple. Congratulations! Here's a toast to Regina Rae and Carla!" she said as she raised her champagne glass. "May your love continue to blossom, like the beautiful flowers each of you are!" Regina Rae and Carla joined Debbie in raising their glasses, as all three women looked at me, waiting for me to join them. Feeling like and outsider, and thinking of nothing else to do or say, I lifted my glass and joined in, "Cheers! I guess," I mumbled. As the shock wore off, the hilarity of the whole thing hit home and the four of us split with laughter. Carla pulled me close and gave me a very friendly hug. "Thanks boss!" she said as she continued laughing. "Spoken with the incredible eloquence of a lawyer." I could not believe that I had not picked up on anything between Carla and Regina Rae at work. 'How could they have concealed their affection?' I wondered. The whole thing verged on the outrageous. In any event, once I got over witnessing Carla and Regina Rae kissing, the evening shifted gears and we all had a great time together. There was never a moment when our glasses were not full and by the time guests began drifting out the front door, none of us were feeling any pain. I was in the entry hall with Regina Rae as she said goodbye to the last couple to leave, save for Debbie and me. Carla and Debbie were sitting on a sofa in the next room sipping their drinks and chatting. Every now and then one of them would laugh. They seemed to be getting along quite well. I figured that Debbie was more at ease with Carla now that she knew for certain that Carla had no designs upon me. Regina Rae looked at me, sighed, and asked, "So? Lee? I take it that you were a little surprised to learn that Carla and I are lovers?" "Surprised?" I said, incredulous that she was asking me if I was simply surprised. "That's an understatement Regina Rae! I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked about Carla. She has always maintained to me that she had girlfriends. I just always thought she was joking with me and that it was her way of keeping her private life separate from work. I would never in my wildest dreams have pictured you with a woman though." "Really?! Why is that so hard to believe?" I hesitated momentarily before answering. I thought of how she had described sex with Chad, and then said, "I guess the way you described going after Chad made me think that you loved sex with men far too thoroughly to ever be interested in women." She looked at me with a pitying look, as if she was sorry that I was so stupid that I could not understand. "Lee honey. It is true that I love sex with men. But that is principally because, as I've told you, I love dicks. I love cum. I love the feel of a huge dick filling me. My mouth. My pussy. I love the sensation of jets of sperm squirting down my throat or the warm sensation when my pussy is filled with semen. I don't think I've ever met a woman who didn't love dicks and cum. It's part of being a woman. I don't know how to describe it to you Lee. Only if you'd ever experienced the delicious sweetness of warm, salty cum could you possibly imagine how wonderful it is. And I'm quite certain that you haven't had such a pleasure before, Lee," she said with a bit of a wicked look in her eye. As she was wont to do, Regina Rae made me very uncomfortable as she went on and on in such detail about tasting cum. But on this occasion, it was not simply because she was talking so openly and graphically about dicks. I was becoming used to Regina Rae talking so freely about such things to me. No. What was making me most uncomfortable was the fact that, as she described her love of cocks and cum, I was thinking back to the previous night when I had eaten my own sperm out of Debbie's pussy. When Regina Rae commented that I could never understand how much women love to swallow cum unless I'd done it myself, I realized that I actually did know what she was talking about. "But men are, after all, still men Lee," she continued. "Women, for the most part, tolerate men for the single thing men can provide - a cock. A loving relationship with a woman is infinitely more satisfying. Women are warm and sensuous. I love the soft touch of another woman. Another woman knows from direct experience where to touch me to make me feel like I'm in heaven. A woman's lips are so sweet to kiss. A woman's tongue feels like velvet on my breasts. No offense Lee, but you're just a man. You couldn't possibly understand what I mean without walking for a while in a woman's heels," she explained. As I continued listening to Regina Rae I glanced from time to time toward Carla and Debbie. They were clearly having a pleasant conversation. They were each smiling and laughing occasionally, talking very animatedly with lots of hand gestures, occasionally touching each other on the arm as a point was emphasized. As I glanced toward them at this one particular moment, I saw Carla as she shifted her position on the couch and her legs came apart briefly. When they did so I saw something that I knew I was not mistaken about. Carla was not wearing panties! She was completely nude beneath her dress. Catching a clear glimpse of her blonde bush, I realized that she had been wearing no panties the entire evening. 'Conservative Carla,' I chuckled to myself. 'She was a sexy and slutty lesbian after all.' I wondered what Debbie would think if she knew that Carla was sitting right next to her with her snatch completely exposed. "Lee?" Regina Rae questioned me. "Yes?" I replied, as she momentarily drew my attention away from Carla and Debbie. "May I ask you a question luv?" "Of course. What is it?" "When I tell you about my sexual adventures and desires, do I make you feel uncomfortable?" I wondered how I should respond to her question. I did feel a bit uncomfortable. On the other hand, I enjoyed listening to her describe in such detail her erotic tendencies. Plus, I didn't want to make her feel as though she'd offended me. "No," I replied. "Not really uncomfortable," I started. "I admit that I'm not accustomed to having such conversations with women Regina Rae. That much is true. But, oddly enough, I enjoy talking to you about such things," I admitted. "I could never imagine having such discussions with Debbie though." "Really?!" she said with a devilish tone. "Is your Debbie really the pure, little angel you try to make her out to be Lee?" I was taken aback by what Regina Rae had just said, and mostly by the tone she'd used. It was like she knew something I didn't know as opposed to a comment she was making just to make conversation. "What are you saying Regina Rae?" I queried her. Regina Rae directed my attention toward Carla and Debbie on the couch. "Look Lee. You tell me. Does that look like a woman who won't venture outside of the norm to you?" Turning my gaze back to my wife and secretary, I could not believe what my eyes were clearly seeing. Carla and Debbie were no longer merely engaging in friendly conversation. Nothing close to that. Carla and Debbie were locked in a lovers' embrace and were making out even more passionately than Carla and Regina Rae had done earlier in the evening. And the other thing that I saw was equally unmistakable. Debbie had her left hand between Carla's thighs, up her dress, and I already knew what her hand was touching. 'Would the madness never end?' Jolted beyond belief, I jerked back at Regina Rae to see what her reaction was to what we were watching. She was smiling as though she loved the way the evening was developing. I just looked at her with my mouth hung open. "Come on Lee," she took my hand. "Let's join the lovebirds and find out how this got started. What do you say?" she asked as if this were pure sport for her. "Are you sure we should Regina Rae?" I cautioned. "We might embarrass them." I wasn't sure that I really wanted to confront Debbie at this particular moment. "Do they look like they are embarrassed at what they are doing Lee? They're not trying to conceal their actions from anyone. And besides, I'm not jealous if you're not. Come on! This is going to be fun!" Still holding my hand, she tugged me behind her as we approached Carla and Debbie who were still sucking face. When we arrived next to them we stood there watching and listening to their soft moaning as they held each other tightly and kissed each other deeply, oblivious to our presence. Finally, Regina Rae cleared her throat, "Ahem." Carla and Debbie stopped kissing, but Carla did not let Debbie go. And Debbie did not remove her hand from between Carla's thighs. Carla looked at us and said, with no sense of concern or alarm, "Oh! Hi. What are you two up to?" Regina Rae spoke for the two of us. "We were just wondering the same thing about you. You two seem to be getting along rather well over here," she teased. "Not as well as we hope to," Carla responded. "Would you care to join us? Would that be alright with you Debbie dear?" Without missing a beat Debbie said, "I think that would be a lot of fun. Besides, the evening is still young. Let's not waste it." I couldn't contain my astonishment any longer. "Debbie! Do you realize what you are saying? Do you realize what you are doing? We can't possibly do what you're suggesting!" I exclaimed, completely confused at her behavior. "We can't?" she challenged me innocently, acting as though I were the one in this picture who was crazy. "Well first off sweet thing," she stated, putting me in my place, "I do realize what I'm doing. I'm kissing and finger fucking a hot blonde with a body that won't quit. And further, I realize precisely what I'm saying. These two beautiful women are inviting us into their bed. And you, my sweet husband, have something to bring to the table that we three girls seem to be willing to share. And finally dear, I think that we should not pass on an opportunity like this. Do you think that we should?" she challenged me. I was unable to respond. I thought I'd been shocked a few times already during the party. Nothing compared to the numbness that was running through me at this very moment. This was not my wife talking. Of that much, I was certain. Still, I wasn't sure how to communicate to Debbie what most concerned me. The idea of going to bed with Regina Rae and Carla, all with my wife's consent and participation, was a prospect that was most definitely appealing. But Debbie was surely forgetting an important fact - namely, that I was wearing panties and a slip. For me to remove my clothes in front of Regina Rae and Carla would be to reveal that fact to them. In other words - abject embarrassment! Given that the point of my wearing lingerie for Debbie in the first place was to prevent me from having an affair with Regina Rae, I was surprised that this wasn't registering with her. I tried to figure out how to make her realize what my most serious concern was. "Uh... honey? It's great that you feel so open and are willing to experiment. I guess if you're game, I'm game. But aren't you forgetting one tiny little matter?" I asked, winking and pointing my chin down to between my legs, hoping she'd understand what I was trying to say. Debbie looked blank faced at me like she didn't get what I was saying. I looked back at her, as Regina Rae and Carla seemed to be enjoying the interchange between Debbie and me. As what I was trying to communicate dawned upon her, her face lit up. "Oh! You're worried about Regina Rae and Carla finding out that you and I have on matching panties? And that you are wearing a slip? Is that it Lee?" she asked, and then giggled. I turned deep purple. I wanted to run and hide. No! I wanted to die! Instead, like a child who has been squealed on, I stammered and finally blurted out, "Debbie! What are you doing honey? Why did you tell them that?" Debbie calmly removed her hand from between Carla's thighs, slowly stood up from the couch and came close to me. She touched me softly on my cheek. "Honey. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine," she soothed me. "Besides, this news is no surprise to Carla and Regina Rae. In fact, anyone who spoke to you tonight could clearly see the outline of your slip through your sweater. And it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a man wearing a slip under his clothes is probably wearing panties as well. And beside that baby, I want to share you," she cooed. Turning to Regina Rae and Carla, Debbie asked, "Do you girls mind if my hubby likes wearing panties?" "Not at all!" they chimed in unison. "I think it is hot!" Carla said. "I even told him that yesterday. You were wearing panties the past two days at work, weren't you Lee?" she demanded. I was feeling utterly overwhelmed at how openly the three women were talking about me wearing panties. This whole evening was turning out worse than I ever feared. I realized at that point that it was fruitless for me to deny her accusation. Besides, the way she was acting, Debbie would probably rat me out anyway. "Er... yes. I was," I admitted sheepishly. "Girls! I have a great idea!" Regina Rae interrupted in a conspiratorial tone and with a sly smile on her lips. "Oh boy!" Carla cheered. "I know that look! This is going to be good! What do you have in mind Regina Rae?" "What I have in mind is a pajama party. All of the other guests have gone home. And my bed is plenty big for all of us. I have enough nightgown sets for each of us to wear. It will be so much fun!! What do you girls say?" Carla didn't hesitate. "Oh yummy! Let's do it!" They looked at Debbie. She smiled coyly and said, "You know that I want to stay." The three of them turned to me, awaiting my response to the proposal. I was reeling at how fast things were moving and the things that were being suggested. I decided that I would seek clarification from Regina Rae before committing. "Are you saying that the three of you will wear nighties and the four of us will go to bed together?" Regina Rae looked at me like she was about to lose patience with me. "No silly! What kind of pajama party would it be if everyone weren't wearing sexy nighties? I'm talking about all four of us wearing nighties to bed together," she stated as she gauged my reaction. Before I could reply she continued, "I'm also talking about each of us experiencing the wildest sex imaginable. So! Are you man enough to join us Lee? Or will you be going home alone tonight? Because I'm not letting Debbie leave here. She's been making out with my girlfriend and fingering her cunt. I'm going to have some of that for myself! So, what's your decision? We already know you wear panties anyway. What's the difference? Come on! It'll be fun. And I promise to make it worth your while Lee." I glanced at Debbie to see if she was going to argue with anything Regina Rae had said. She simply smiled and nodded her head as if to say, 'It's alright with me.' I hesitated a moment longer and finally said, "Oh alright. I'll do it. But be gentle with me girls. I'm just one man!" They all started cheering and saying things like, 'Goodie!' and 'Awesome!' I could only think, 'What have I gotten myself into?' I wasn't sure, but I was about to find out. .....to be continued in Chapter Six, "The Pajama Party" Keep your comments coming. I love hearing feedback!! Hugs, Lee Anne