HISTORY
From the diary of Jack Duncan
22-Oct-87
Jeannie's been working the notice boards again - tuna sandwiches for supper today. Our phone bills have been horrendous since she bought that computer. She was unusually quiet until after we were settled in front of the TV for the evening news then, in her usual manner, went directly to the main subject. "Did you know that there's people out there looking for people to have sex with them? Some even in this city." She sounded more curious than outraged.
"I don't think that started with the personal computer." I offered. "We just haven't been subscribing to the right newspapers."
"Well, I've found quite a few pages of prsonals today like you wont find in any paper I've ever seen. Most of the ads are quite direct about it, some are most intriguing. I wonder what those people are really like."
She didn't really want my opinion so I didn't give it.
She was quiet until Jeopardy was over. "There's a whole page of open invitations to parties. Do you think we could go to one, just to see what they're like?" She asked.
I suggested they were probably invitations to a rip-off of some kind but said there was no harm in looking into it.
No more mention of the matter but she was ready to go to bed by ten and not ready to go to sleep until eleven thirty.
23 Oct 87
Cold cuts for supper again.
Jeannie had about six pages of classifieds she had printed out. 'I don't think I'd like to meet anybody directly but these are all for parties within fifty miles of here - what do you think?" Again I knew that what I thought had no weight so I looked them all over and marked four of the less direct ones. We collaborated on suitable responses and Jeannie went to the den to e-mail them off.
24 Oct 87
Jeannie up early today to check for responses. There were none at that time but when I arrived home in the evening she had two printouts and a New York steak on the table. One response was definitely commercial but the other was rather interesting. Jeannie and I were invited to meet for an informal interview- tuesday noon suggested. No conflicts so we e-mailed acceptance.
28 Oct 87
Lunch with Harry Hannah, a jolly little gnome, balding and jovial. A pleasant enough fellow, very low key but sharp. Mrs. H completed a matched pair - rather plain but well spoken, friendly and really nice. No one asked any intrusive questions but by the time I picked up the check they had decided that we were suitable candidates for their little club. I knew we were cleared when he opened up and began talking about the pleasure of hosting his parties. "Usually first and third Fridays but wait notification." No hint of commercializing - Just "BYOB and enjoy."
3 Nov 87
E-mail from Harry. Party on for Friday, address and phone number, RSVP. Drove by the address in the evening.- one of the large older houses to be found in the area - immense lawn was well kept and white trim recently updated.
We RSVPed our intent to be there.
7 Nov 87
Jeannie alternating between cold feet and flashes of nymphomania all week.
8 Nov 97
Nine o'clock yesterday evening we found parking a block away and strolled up with our bottle of Chardonnay.
The door was opened by Harry who greeted us as if we were old friends. When I noticed the large brandy snifter on the umbrella stand and added my twenty to the bills already in it, he smiled even more broadly and led us into the large living room.
The party was already well under way with a plump blonde of indeterminate age doing a rather good strip act in front of a sofa jammed with about five couples who were loudly voicing appreciation of her talent. Two of the girls were matching the performer, garment for garment, and the pile in front of the sofa already contained blouses, stockings and bras. As we entered, one of the girls unzipped her partner's fly and fished out an impressive erection which the girl on the other side immediately kissed. Jane's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as she clutched my hand.
As all the other furniture in the room was occupied by couples in various stages of intimacy, we edged ourselves into a three foot space behind the sofa. A loose hand reached out and patted Jeannie on the fanny as she slid in. She just giggled and slapped it playfully. I couldn't believe this was the same straight laced woman I went to church with last Sunday.
A middle aged brunette with short hair and even shorter tight blue skirt, followed by a petulant youth young enough to be her son, worked her way in beside us and asked Jeannie if she'd care to see the rest of the house. Jeannie fielded the invitation admirably. "Later, maybe. We just got here and haven't melded with the atmosphere yet."
It was all very interesting, to say the least, but I agreed with Jeannie that it was not exactly our dish and we were about to slip out when this very handsome couple entered. She would be about five foot ten in her stocking feet as her spike heels brought her eyes almost level with mine. He was about six two, an inch taller than I. She caught me staring at her, smiled and led the way in beside us. I squeezed against the wall to introduce Jeannie and the lady did likewise to present her husband, making us a tight little quartet. We hit it off from the very beginning. Arlo was also an engineer, though in petroleum rather than aeronautics. Sally had been a nurse like Jeannie and, like us, had one child just starting university. Neither of us fully believed the other's story that this was our first ever such party.
A round of applause drew our attention to the finale of the blonde stripper as she removed her panties and draped them over the aforementioned erection of the man on the sofa. Everyone clapped hands in appreciation.
As the partying around us became louder, conversation in the confined enclosure behind the sofa became increasingly difficult until Sally suggested we retire to their place. "We turned on the heater before leaving and the spa should be nice and hot by now."
Jeannie didn't so much as look toward me before accepting.
As it was about five miles to the Petersen's, Sally decided to ride with me in case I got lost, while Jane rode with Arlo. During the drive, Sally was rather quiet but when we arrived and I helped her out of the car, she moved directly into my arms and wrapped hers around my neck while her tongue sought my tonsils.
Arlo and Jeannie had arrived before us and Arlo was out back checking the spa temperature. I still had our unopened bottle of wine which Sally took from me as she led the way into the front room. "I'll put this in the fridge for later." She said and disappeared while Jeannie self-consciously adjusted a displaced lock of hair. For the first time in years there was an awkward silence between us.
Sally was back with Arlo and an armload of large beach towels in less than a minute. Tossing one to each of us, she kicked off her shoes, stripped her stockings and removed her dress over her head in one continuous motion. Before removing her panties, she tied a towel around her waist, a sensuous act. She made no move, however, to conceal her breasts when she removed her bra. Now Jeannie has a fabulous pair of knockers and Sally showed a pair to match them. Arlo and I made no attempt to hide our open admiration of all four of them. The girls primped and pretended not to notice us until they both burst out laughing and Jeannie moved over beside Sally so we could ogle them all lined up in a row. As I removed my trousers, I was glad to have the towel to tie around me to hide my arousal.
In the hot tub, hidden by the bubbles, I casually allowed my hand to drop to the inside of Sally's thigh. She made no attempt to remove it but when I started to ease it upward, she placed her hand over it and held it gently but firmly in place. We sat in the relaxing warmth of the spa for almost an hour, talking of our lives and experiences. Although we started out evenly spaced around the tub, I eventually found myself in contact with Sally from ribs to ankle and my left arm had found its way around her waist with my left hand supporting her left breast. Noticing that Jane was drowsing on Arlo's shoulder, I could imagine his left hand was also not empty.
Conversation lagged and nothing had been said for almost ten minutes when Sally announced, "That wine should be sufficiently cooled. Give me a hand." Rising from the tub, she tied her towel around her waist and held up another for me. We entered the house through the sliding door into the den and moved in the direction of the kitchen but half way through the living room, Sally turned around and pressed her bare breasts against my chest. As my arms went around her, she loosened both our towels and let them fall to the floor. Her left hand pushed my erection down to the horizontal as she stood on tip-toe to straddle it. Again her tongue sought mine as we sank to the sofa and joined our bodies.
Sally lay quietly with her eyes wide open and a slight smile on her lips, just looking into my face as I slowly savored the delicious moist warmth of her lush body. Approaching climax, her eyelids drooped and her mouth opened slightly as the tip of her tongue slid around her lips. The onset of her orgasm was signaled by a rash of tiny beads of perspiration on her neck and cheeks, while the climax itself was quite mild. She whimpered quietly and pulled my face down against her shoulder as her left hand found and began massaging the very base of my erection. It was an unexpected move which triggered an extremely powerful and prolonged response.
As I lay panting and slowly deflating, she laughed quietly. "Almost exactly as my fantasies told me it would be. Thank you sir, now let's open that wine."
In the kitchen, I pushed back the curtain to see the empty spa and the slightly open sliding door to the far bedroom. We decided not to disturb them, had a glass of wine and moved upstairs to the master bedroom.
Later, as we lay recuperating from a close encounter of the second kind, Sally kissed me lightly on the throat. "You know, I told myself I was going to that party to protect Arlo from the seven year itch - in our case the twenty year itch. It wasn't until I first kissed you that I discovered I had been lying to myself. This is something I need to reaffirm my own identity."
In the morning we drove home in the quietness of our own thoughts. As I turned off the ignition, Jeannie placed a hand on my shoulder. "If we hadn't, we never would have tried again." After a slight pause, she added, "I'm glad we did. It was good fun."