Party Date

This story continues the adventures of James, that started with the story "Lorelei", 3/13/2025 and continued with "Mom Steps Up", 3/24/2025. James and his mother, Kate, have continued a mutually beneficial relationship and Kate wants to resume some of the activities she previously shared with her husband, David.

Saturday morning, James lay on his back in bed contemplating his relationship with Kate as he listened to her showering in the bathroom. He couldn't be more content. Kate was sharing his oversized bed with him every night and her capacity for sex was unlimited. It wasn't unusual for him to fall asleep before she did, sometimes leaving her incomplete but not unsatisfied.

She never complained. James' youth and stamina far exceeded the energy that her husband, David, sleeping alone up the hall, could muster. It didn't matter that James was her son and the occasional addition of Lori, her daughter, only added a delightful variation to the activities. That's why Kate had bought James a larger bed.

She loved watching James fuck Lori and the emotion she experienced when Lori sucked on her nipples as James fucked her was addictive.

Kate didn't consider herself a nymphomaniac. She had never been diagnosed as one but, then again, she hadn't shared the extent of her sexual proclivities with her doctor. Besides, she could control it. More than once, she had gone more than twenty-four hours without sex. All of her best times, all of her best memories, were when she was having sex with someone. When she was younger, she pursued sex with almost any man that showed interest. Even during her twenty-seven-year marriage with David, they included sexual activities with members of an exclusive club whose members had a similar ideology.

For the last year, she had confined her activities exclusively to James, with occasional oral forays into David's bed. David was twelve years older than she was and suffered from a devastating case of erectile disfunction that limited his ability to satisfy all of Kate's needs. He approved of her relationship with James, rationalizing that it was appropriate for his son to assume the duties he was no longer able to provide.

Kate came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a large bath towel. James never tired of seeing her naked. In his opinion, her body was perfection. Her large breasts barely sagged and her nipples were small and pointed, perfect for fondling and sucking on. Her pussy was covered with curly hair the same color as the hair on her head and just beginning to show signs of an occasional gray hair. She kept her body in shape, toned without regular visits to the gym. James and Kate both thought her body and skin maintained their condition because of her constant sexual activity. She believed the generous application of James' semen to her breasts kept them supple and shining.

She stood at the side of the bed. "I love it when you look at me that way," she said.

"Look at you what way?" James asked.

"With that hunger in your eyes," she explained. "Like you can't get enough of me."

"I can't," James agreed.

Kate separated her legs slightly to improve James' view. "Cut that out," James told her.

"Cut what out?" Kate asked coyly.

"You know. Ensuring I know that you're ready for more and inviting me to take you," James responded.

"Do you want to take me?" asked Kate asked slyly.

"You know I do," admitted James.

"Show me."

James moved the sheet off his body, revealing his erection.

"I give. You win," laughed Kate. She straddled his hips and slid down on his erection. James held her hips and pushed up inside her. Kate leaned forward and kissed him. "I love how you feel inside me," she said.

"I love the feeling of being inside you," James shared.

"We need to stop before I need another shower," said Kate.

"No problem," James agreed. "It's Saturday and we have all day. Just wear a skirt without panties and I think I'll survive."

"You're as bad as I am," insisted Kate.

"The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree," commented James.

Kate got off the bed. James went into the bathroom to pee and shower. When he came back, Kate had stripped the bed and was carrying the sheets to the washing machine. "Lori is coming this afternoon and I want the bed to be neat and clean for her," explained Kate.

David left for the club after breakfast and James and Kate spent the morning doing the chores and other general maintenance that keeping the house presentable required. Five times, when they were both between tasks, they briefly tested the fit of James inside Kate just for the fun of it and Kate twice sucked James cock when she was ready and he wasn't.

They had a late lunch and settled in the den to watch the local team play a spring training game. For James and Kate, the seventh inning stretch provided another opportunity for Kate to stretch her vagina over James' cock. Kate was bouncing happily on James' erection when Lori let herself into the house and found them on the sofa in the den. "Don't stop because I'm here," she told her mother and brother.

"We were expecting you," Kate told Lori without stopping. "I'm just ensuring that James is ready for you."

"That's a nice sentiment," said Lori. "But it looks more like your ensuring that I'll have to wait a while before he'd be ready again."

"You don't have to wait," confirmed Kate. "Take over for me here."

Kate lifted one leg and stood up. Lori moved in front of James, lifted her skirt, and began to straddle his legs. "No panties?" asked James.

"The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree," laughed Lori and she mounted him.

Kate sat on the sofa next to her children. "God, this feels wonderful," commented Lori.

"Looks wonderful too," said Kate.

"I miss this so much," added Lori.

"Doesn't Josh fill you enough?" asked Kate.

"He's wonderful," said Lori. "It's just that I miss this time with James."

"You could come by more often," offered Kate.

James paused pushing up into Lori for a moment. "When do I have more time for that?"

"I don't think there is a problem," said Kate. "I have a theory. The human body is an incredible machine. It always seems to generate more of anything it needs when it needs it."

"Are you suggesting that the more sex we have the more sex were capable of?" asked James.

"Exactly," agreed Kate.

"That's nice," said Lori. "But it doesn't help when I'm in the shower or vacuuming the carpets. And what if I stop by and James isn't here?"

"So, frequency and variety would be acceptable?" asked Kate.

"That would be nice," mused Lori.

"I may have a partial solution," suggested Kate.

"Don't keep us in suspense," said Lori.

"I need some time to check it out," said Kate. "I don't want to promise something I can't deliver."

James took that moment to push once more into Lori, ejaculating hot semen deep inside her. That set Lori off and her orgasm joined his while Kate applauded.

"That was incredible," Kate said. "I had a small orgasm just watching," she shared.

Lori lifted herself off James. Creamy effluent was leaking from her vagina and running down her thighs. "Excuse me for a moment," she said as she headed for the downstairs powder room.

Kate grabbed James' cock and sucked the residue of his orgasm inside Lori. "I love the way she tastes," she explained.

James tucked his penis back into his shorts. "What were you suggesting about a solution for Lori's horny libido?" he asked Kate.

"Just a thought I've had several times recently," offered Kate.

"You can't tell me?" James asked.

"Not until I check if it's still possible and makes sense," dodged Kate. "Don't worry. I'll share it with you after I make some phone calls. Give me until at least Tuesday."

"I can hardly wait," James said.

Kate rubbed his penis in his shorts. "But it looks like I'll have to," she said.

James, Kate, and Lori spent the rest of the day in post-coital bliss. To that end, they maximized the number of coital engagements. By dinner time, all three of them needed a rest. They showered and went to dinner at a local Greek diner.

David came home just after dinner. "I have to talk to him," said Kate and she took him into their bedroom. She emerged thirty minutes later.

"What was that all about?" James asked.

"I wanted to ask him a few questions related to our earlier conversation but he wanted to confess something to me," Kate shared.

"Confess?" asked Lori.

"Some background," said Kate. David is on the board of directors at the club. There are five members of the board, four men and one woman. For years, David and the others have been fucking the woman. I knew about it. David had my permission given the agreement we had about our non-monogamous marriage. With his problems I assumed that arrangement had ceased. David wanted to tell me that it hadn't. It seems that while David was suffering from age related loss of sexual function, Agnes, the female board member, was also suffering from age related vaginal dryness that prevented sexual function for her. David wanted me to know that they've continued to have as much sexual fun they can have without actual fucking. I'm glad he told me. I don't have to feel guilty because I'm not making enough time for him. However, we did agree to continue our occasional oral sex together."

"Damn," commented James. "More time for us?"

"And for Lori," added Kate.

Tuesday evening, Kate sat down with James in the den. She turned off the television and kept her panties on. "I have a proposition for you," she said.

"You don't have to proposition me," quipped James. "I'm already there."

"Be serious for a moment," Kate told him.

Chastised, James tried to put the body of the woman beside him out of his mind.

"Several years ago," began Kate. "Before David's problems became severe, we were members of an exclusive club. Not the country club where David spends so much of his time now. The members of this club were hypersexuals, similar to David at the time and I still am. The members of the club met twice a month to share their sexual proclivities without guilt or judgement. We drifted away as David's infirmity progressed. I remembered them when Lori mentioned her limited sexual activities. David remembered a contact number. I called yesterday and had more conversations with someone today."

Kate paused. She had James' attention.

"The club still functions although with some new and fewer members. The woman I spoke with remembered me and especially, David. The members are usually married or committed couples of opposite sexes. That way there is always an equal number of male and female participants at their parties. I asked about that requirement. We discussed David's condition and how that limited my ability to maintain membership and suggested that our three-person relationship would add variety to their activities even at the risk of an unbalanced body count. "What they offered is a conditional membership for the three of us and an invitation to a party next Saturday night."

James hesitated until he was sure Kate was finished. "What kind of party are we talking about?" he asked. "It sounds like wife or husband swapping or an anything goes orgy."

"Neither," commented Kate. "It's more like a cocktail party where offers are made and accepted. Engagements are usually in private although public activities have happened with encouragement and applause. It could resemble a swap meet except that the combinations that result rarely involve a quid pro quo between two couples and I've never seen more than four or six participants. Usually, it just two people learning things about each other."

"Sounds tame," James commented.

"On the surface," explained Kate. "In private it can be quite energetic, even exhausting."

"You'd like to attend?" James asked.

"David and I went to their parties for over fifteen years. I never had a bad experience. Not all of them would be on a highlight reel but none of them were horrible. You'd have to ask David about his experiences. These are educated, polite people, not voyeurs or gangbangers. In any other environment they're pillars of their communities. I think you'd feel comfortable with them. So, yes. I'd like to reconnect with them."

"And you'd be comfortable if I drifted off with large breasted bimbo to pursue intimate acts of sexual pleasure?" James asked.

Kate laughed. "Of course. Some of the women have big tits but none of them are bimbos. Remember, David and I attended their parties for over fifteen years. We, both of us, probably had sex with over fifty partners, most of them several times. Would you be okay watching your mother walking down a long hallway holding hands with a Charles Atlas clone?"

"Charles Atlas?"

"Okay. Someone you'd recognize, Brad Pitt clone," corrected Kate.

"I'm willing to give it a try if I was sure you were safe and acting voluntarily," James confirmed. "How about Lori?"

"Every time I partnered with someone it was voluntary and I never felt unsafe." She stood up. "Let me go talk to Lori."

Kate came back twenty minutes later. She stood in front of me sitting on the sofa. "Lori loves the idea," Kate said.

Saturday night, the party started at seven pm. Lori showed up at the house at six, dressed in a low-cut top outlining her ample breasts and a skirt short enough to be almost unnecessary. When Kate saw her she laughed. "Lori," she said. "It's not that type of party. It's a common cocktail party. People will be dressed conservatively. Business casual." Kate lifted Lori's skirt. "And no panties. You can't go dressed like that. You're dressed more like a street walker than a socialite."

"I thought it was a cock and tail party," explained Lori. "You know, a sexual romp."

"It is but not quite a sexual romp," said Kate. "These are social climbers. They're all concerned about their reputations and connecting with others that might improve their social status. Yes, there's sex involved. Lots of sex. More sex than you'll ever see in one place but nobody talks about it and nobody compares others or brags. Two nights a month, these people have sex with each other like they were shaking hands or air kissing cheeks. The sex is one of the ways they improve their relationships with each other. We need to take you home to change into something appropriate and with panties."

James drove. They stopped at Lori's apartment and Kate and Lori went inside. They returned ten minutes later. Lori was dressed in a conservative pants suit that made her more desirable than earlier. James had the desire to turn around and take her back to his bed.

They arrived at the address Kate had been given. It was a large, gated estate on the outskirts of the city. The gate was open. "This isn't the same place I remember but it's similar," commented Kate.

James drove up the curved driveway. There were nine cars parked alongside the drive, all of them luxury sedans. "I think we may be out of our league," commented James.

"They have no idea that we're any different than them," counseled Kate. "Remember, they take off their pants on one leg at a time just like you do. Furthermore, naked there is no way to know someone's social status. Just be yourself and listen more than you talk," she added.

A woman met them at the door. She was dressed nicely but not particularly expensively. We introduced ourselves and she told us her name was Irene. "We've been anxious to meet you," she told them. "Come in and I'll introduce you to the rest of the group."

Irene led them to a large room with a two-story ceiling and a glass wall overlooking a well-kept garden. James counted fourteen other people in the room. A quick calculation beginning with nine cars parked outside, resulted in a total of eighteen people. He wondered where the other four people might be. Irene walked them around the room introducing them to the others present. She left them alone near a rear corner of the room.

"What do you think?" asked Kate of the other two.

"I'll never remember all of the names," stated Lori.

"Everybody understands that," explained Kate. "What's important is that they'll remember yours."

"I don't know," mused James. "I got the feeling that Irene was showing us off, like we were on display or something."

"In a sense she was," agreed Kate. "You're the new people in the room. You're immediately interesting. Isn't that the reason you came with me tonight, to be interesting and maybe more? I'll tell you what. Mingle for a while. Get a drink or something to eat. See what develops. I'll wager you won't be disappointed."

Kate left to mingle. James watched Lori wander away. Within minutes she was surrounded by four men, all at least fifty years in age. He gravitated toward the bar. While he waited for the bartender, someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was a woman whose name he couldn't remember. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asked.

She was stunning. Her blonde, pixie cut hair glowed and he caught a hint of coconut. Her ears were tight against her head, her eyebrows natural, her make up minimal, and her lips naturally plump. Reflexively, he looked down. Her bra pressed her breasts against her chest only to have them spread out in a failed attempt to minimize their size. Her white cotton blouse was buttoned up, with only the top button undone, covered with a light jacket, and sitting atop a tight, below the knee skirt, dipping in all the right places stimulating his imagination of what she may be hiding beneath the skirt. She was supported on unclad, recently shaven legs ending in feet comfortably shod in fashionable, but utilitarian black flats. She looked to be in her late thirties but could be ten years older.

"I didn't realize there was a charge?" James replied.

"There isn't," she said, "for the drink. Then again, there's no charge for anything else either."

"That makes things easier," opined James.

"Trust me," smiled the woman. "I don't intend to be easy on you."

"I don't understand," said James.

"Yes you do," insisted the blonde. "Kate would not have brought you here without explaining how things work."

"She did, in general terms," confessed James. "She was thin on the process."

"This is the point where you take my hand and I lead you somewhere where we can continue this conversation in private," she explained.

"Conversation?" asked James.

"It's a metaphor," she said. "It has many synonyms."

They walked hand in hand toward the foyer and the steps that led to the second level. "You don't remember my name, do you?" she asked.

"I'm embarrassed to admit it," James confessed. "But I don't."

"Valeri, with just an i, no e," she revealed. "And you're James?"

"I am," James confirmed. "Real name?" he asked.

"Real name," Valeri laughed. "Everything's real. I don't believe in hiding behind makeup, fashion or misdirection. I don't agree with those who 'fake it until they make it.' Faking it only leads to failure."

"And you don't believe in failure?" James asked.

"Failure is not an option," Valeri said as she led him upstairs. The doors to the first two rooms they passed were closed. "Closed doors mean private," she explained. "Open doors are either empty or participation possible. Even just an audience is encouraged."

Valeri led him into the third room. It was a utilitarian bedroom. There was a standard-sized bed, a couple of comfortable-looking chairs and a full-sized, three cushion sofa. There were two other doors that James assumed led to a closet and a bathroom. Valeri closed the door and locked it.

"Isn't just closing the door enough?" asked James.

"True, but locking it gives me just enough time to catch you if you try to escape," quipped Valeri.

"You might be the one to attempt escape," responded James.

"Then I'd be grateful for the delay," Valeri laughed. "I think this is going to be fun."

They stood facing each other in the center of the room. Valeri looked into his eyes, daring him to make the first move. James took her chin in one hand and kissed her. Nothing special. Just an ordinary kiss like kissing your mother or your sister. Just not his mother or sister.

"If that's the best you can do, I may unlock the door," said Valeri.

James giggled. "You think that's funny?" asked Valeri.

"No. I think we are going to have fun," he promised. He kissed her again catching Valeri by surprise. She tried to escape. He stopped kissing her. "The door is locked," he reminded her and kissed her a third time.

Valeri responded. Her face rotated to enable the kiss. James' mouth opened and his tongue touched her lips. She opened her mouth and her tongue pushed into his mouth. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their bodies pressed against each other and they breathed each other's air until they had to stop or pass out.

Gasping, Valeri managed to ask, "How old are you?"

"Is my age important?" James wanted to know. "I don't need to know your age."

"I think I may have underestimated you," Valeri admitted.

"I'll try to keep it within your expectations," James promised.

"Please don't," Valeri pleaded and she kissed him again.

She stepped back and began to remove her jacket. James put up a hand. "Let me," he asked.

Valeri stood still while James moved behind her and slid her jacket off her shoulders. He stood, wondering what to do with it. Valeri turned around, took the jacket from him and tossed it several feet in the direction of a chair. It fell on the floor. James looked at it in disbelief. Valeri laughed and began to unbutton James' shirt. When she had it unbuttoned, she pulled the tail of his shirt from his trousers and pushed it off his shoulders. It fell on the floor behind him.

He started to unbutton her blouse. "Is this going to take long?" she asked.

"Are you in a hurry?" he asked. "There are lots of buttons."

"You should know that I'm leaking already." She reached for his groin finding what she expected to find there. "And you're bursting with potential energy."

"None of that will change if we take our time," James explained. His fingers continued down the front of her blouse, leaving a string of undone buttons behind. When the last button opened, Valeri pulled her blouse off and tossed it in the direction of her jacket. James was surprised by her bra. It was a broad accessory with a front zipper and more like a sports bra than something designed to seen by others. "Not what you expected?" asked Valeri.

"No," admitted James. "But I like surprises." He reached for the zipper of her bra.

She put a hand over his between her breasts. "Your turn," she said.

Unhesitatingly, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed on top of her blouse. She laughed. "I thought we were going to take our time," she said.

"As much as I enjoy undressing a woman, there are times when I'm anxious to get on with it," James admitted.

"Like when you're about to see my breasts?" asked Valeri.

"I can be patient if you'd like to show me something else," James said.

Valeri turned James around and sat him on the bed. Then she stood in front of him and slowly, very slowly, she unzipped the short zipper on the right side of her skirt. James would have done it faster. Valeri moved to within an arm's length of James and turned her right side toward him and waited. James figured it out quickly and unbuttoned Valeri's skirt. The skirt fell to her hips and hung there.

James pulled her skirt down. It freed from Valeri's hips and fell to the floor where she kicked it and her shoes aside. Her panties were sky blue and utilitarian. They weren't a bloomer or bikini style. More like a high-rise panty that covered her mons and her cheeks. Valeri waited for a reaction. "Okay?" she finally asked.

"Perfect," James admitted. He reached out to bring her closer and allow him to help her remove her panties. Valerie stepped back and indicated that it was his turn again. Smiling at her insistence on an orderly removal of their clothing, James undid his belt and zipper. It was his turn to wait.

Valeri understood. She unbuttoned James' trousers and pulled them down his thighs. She stepped back and pulled his trousers from the cuffs. She had to remove his shoes to allow his pants to slide off his feet. His shoes joined hers on the floor. His socks and trousers quickly followed. Valeri stared at his bulging blue briefs. "I'm impressed," she whispered.

"Still potential," he reminded her.

James got off the bed and turned Valeri around. He put his arms around her body and kissed the back of her neck. "Mmmm," she hummed and tilted her head to improve his access. He kissed her neck again and dragged his teeth on her ear lobe. She hummed some more and leaned back against him, his erection in his briefs pressing against the back of her panties.

He slid his hand up her ribs and unzipped her bra. It fell open, hanging on her shoulders. He palmed both her breasts, one in each hand. Valeri moaned, pushed her neck back and her breasts forward. One of James' hands slid down her body and slipped under the waist band of her panties. He worked his fingers through the narrow strip of pubic hair he found there until he encountered the hard knob of her clitoris. He pressed on her clitoris firmly with two fingers and massaged it between his fingers.

Valeri's hips twitched, she turned around suddenly, her bra flying from her body. She pushed him back on the bed and stripped off her panties. His briefs quickly followed. She fell to her knees between his legs and wrapped her lips around his erection.

James moaned. Valeri sucked on his erection and moved her mouth up and down its length. Within minutes, James was on the brink of an orgasm. "Valeri," he moaned.

"I know," Valeri gurgled against his erection. She didn't pause.

"I'm gonna... " moaned James.

"I know!" Valeri emphasized.

James went over the cliff and began to pulsate semen into Valeri's mouth. She grabbed his hips to control his rapture and maintain his erection between her lips. James spurted a half dozen times and Valeri swallowed twice before he was finished. Spent, he collapsed back on the bed. Valeri crawled up his body, her breasts dragging over his deflating penis and his chest until, face to face, she could kiss him. She pushed a mixture of saliva and semen into his mouth. He sucked her tongue clean and swallowed. "Valeri, you have a skill that I've never encountered in any other woman," he told her.

"I warned you that I wouldn't be easy on you," she responded.

"And I accepted the challenge," James replied. "Now it's my turn."

Valeri lifted her head and looked at him as if she didn't understand. "Turn over," he said.

Valeri rolled off him. James knee walked down her body, separated her legs and began to kiss the inside of her thighs. "That tickles," Valeri informed him.

James kissed further up her thighs. Valeri giggled. He tried again. This time he sucked her clitoris into his mouth.

"Oooh," gasped Valeri. Her hips lurched. "Tickle?" asked James.

"Not hardly," stuttered Valeri.

James put his arms under her thighs and raised her legs. He dragged his tongue from her vaginal opening to her clitoris. Valeri moaned and spread her legs further. James did it again, this time beginning from her perineum and ending on her clitoris again. Her body shuddered and the aroma of her sexual arousal surrounded his head. His used his fingers to separate her labia and slipped two fingers into her.

Fluids began to flow down his fingers onto his palm and the taste of her clitoris changed subtly from sweet to slightly salty. Valeri's hips pushed against his fingers and his tongue. He curled his fingers inside her and pressed her clitoris between his fingers and his tongue.

The flow of viscus liquids flowing from her increased. He removed his fingers from inside her, collected a supply of the liquids and rubbed his fingers along her perinium and around her rectum.

Valeri moaned "Fuck."

James replied by slipping a finger into her rectum. Valeri's orgasm was a thing of beauty. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curled and her hips twisted in the air. He returned one finger to her vagina and began a coordinated three-point thrusting of her rectum, vagina, and clitoris.

Her orgasm intensified. He didn't think it was possible but he pressed on. Valeri's orgasm continued without pause or loss of intensity. Valeri tried unsuccessfully to speak just before her body went slack and her legs fell on the bed.

James carefully removed his fingers, moved up her body, checked for a pulse and, finding one, held her in his arms as she recovered. Several minutes later, Valeri's breathing was nearly normal and her pulse strong and regular. She opened her eyes. "Did you fuck me?" she asked.

"No," James told her. "You became unresponsive so I let you rest."

"Then you should fuck me now," Valeri suggested.

"You're sure?" asked James.

"There's no way I'm leaving here after that orgasm without getting fucked," Valeri revealed. She pulled James on top of her and kissed him. "You know what to do," she said.

Valeri's legs rested on her heels on the bed and separated. James positioned himself and slid into her. He pushed against the slight resistance of her vaginal muscles. His erection grew larger until he filled her completely. Valeri's orgasm began almost immediately. He supported himself on his arms alongside her body and began a rhythmic motion inside her. James was as unrelenting as Valeri's orgasm. Their pace increased until, just before James thought he was going to pass out, he unleashed a torrent of hot semen and sperm deep inside her.

He fell on the bed alongside Valeri. Seconds later, she was on top of him, kissing him vociferously, and tears running down her cheeks. Between gasps for air, she managed to concede, "You win."

"I win?" asked James. "I wasn't aware we had a contest."

"I mean that you win me," vowed Valeri. "You can have me anytime you want."

"That was fun, wasn't it," agreed James.

"You have a funny idea of fun," said Valeri. "For me, that was one serious fuck."

"That's why it was fun," smiled James.

"I want to have fun with you every chance I get," stated Valeri. "At least at every party and more if that's possible."

"I don't know," said James tongue in cheek. He was just leading her on. "I think there are at least seventeen other women at this party that I'd like to get to know better."

Valeri bit. "If you promise to fuck me at least once at every party, I'll guarantee you'll have a fun time with every one of them."

"You can do that?" James asked.

"I can. In case you didn't already know it, we women talk to each other and we all love to have fun," Valeri explained.

James reached out and palmed Valeri's breast. "I think I'd rather have fun with you."

"Again? Now? Tonight?" questioned Valeri.

"If you're up for it," said James.

"I don't think I can walk properly let alone fuck you again like that. And, even if I thought I could, I promised Jerome that I'd spend quality time with him tonight."

"Jerome?"

"The husband of my best friend Vera. He's wanted to be with me for months and I promised her I'd fuck him tonight. However, I was serious about not waiting for the next party."

"That sounds great. Then I guess we should get dressed and go back downstairs."

They cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed. Valeri gave him a piece of paper with ten numbers on it. "My cell phone," she said. "Use it."

James looked at the paper and put it in his pocket. "Could you tell me your name again?" he asked.

"You're an idiot, George," Valeri laughed as she exited the room.

James followed her about five minutes later. Back in the great room, he headed for the bar. He ordered a beer. Within seconds, he was surrounded by three women. Two were about Valeri's age and the third about a decade older. "Hey ladies," he said. "Can I help you?"

"We're friends of Valeri," said the cute red head with the green eyes and the short skirt.

"Valeri works quickly," he thought. "Valeri is a good friend to have," James told them.

"Valeri thinks we could have fun with you," said the older woman with long dark hair with streaks of gray in a dress and no bra.

"How's that work?" James asked. "I don't think there's enough time tonight to do all of you justice."

The third woman was blonde, with smallish breasts and an almost transparent blouse. "We understand that," she said. "We think we could just go upstairs together. We'll show you ours. You show us yours. Then we can check the fit and make plans for the next party."

"Check the fit?" asked James.

"Do we have to spell it out for you?" asked the red head.

"I think I can picture it," James said. "However, it doesn't seem like much fun."

"Maybe we understated it when we said check the fit," corrected the blonde.

"Valeri is more than just a good friend," James told them. "She can be exhausting."

The women smiled at each other. "We've noticed," agreed the red head.

"I'll make you a deal," offered James. "We'll go upstairs together and you show me yours."

There was a pause as the women processed what he didn't say. "You want us to do a strip tease for you?" asked blondie.

"It's what you offered," James reminded them.

"We suggested more than that," countered blondie.

"You did," agreed James. 'It's just that I'm not sure I'll be able to go that far or how much time we'll have. We have to start someplace and I thought starting in the place you suggested was an excellent beginning."

"There could be more?" asked braless.

"I never rule out anything," James told her.

They conferred for a moment. "Let's go," said braless.

"In one moment," said James. "I don't even know your names."

Casey was the red head's name, Beth the blonde and Vera the older braless woman's name.

"Vera?" questioned James. "Like in Jerome and Vera?"

"The same. How did you know?"

"His name came up in conversation earlier," James explained.

Vera nodded even though she didn't understand.

The four of them settled upstairs in the fourth bedroom on the left. Vera closed the door. The bed was larger than the one in the room he was in with Valeri. It had the same chairs. James sat in one of them and waited.

"How are we going to do this?" Vera asked the others.

"We're going to take off our clothes," said Casey.

"Just like that? Just strip?" asked Beth. "That doesn't seem like much fun.

"I agree," said Vera. "Based on our conversation downstairs, if we want to see what comes up and see what James left out, we need to do better than just strip."

"How about we undress each other?" suggested Beth.

"Good idea," endorsed Casey. "We could use some music." She found a playlist on her phone. It was a soft jazz collection with a slow beat. She adjusted the volume and put her phone on a dresser. "That works," said Vera.

The women gathered in front of James and began to sway with the music. Unexpectedly, Vera kissed Casey and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Casey turned to Beth, kissed her and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Beth kissed Vera and unbuttoned the top button of her dress. They continued, moving with the music, and kissing each other until their blouses and Vera's dress were unbuttoned. Vera danced up to Casey, kissed her and took hold of her blouse. Casey turned around and her blouse came off in Vera's hands. Casey was wearing a red bra holding breasts too large for her chest.

Casey danced toward Beth and kissed her. With Casey holding her blouse, Beth spun around and her blouse came off in Casey's hands. She was wearing a white bra that was almost unnecessary for her smallish breasts. Beth danced over to Vera, kissed her and took hold of the shoulders of her dress. Vera paused. She wasn't wearing a bra. She looked at Beth. Beth realized Vera was at a decision point. Vera looked at James. He was sitting forward on the chair, his full attention on Vera. Vera took a deep breath and turned around. The top of her dress slipped from her arms and fell to hang from her waist. Her plump breasts sagged slightly on her chest. Her dark nipples were stiff on her light brown areolas. She stood proudly in front of James, arching her back to emphasize her breasts.

James smiled. Vera exhaled and turned toward Casey. After kissing her, it was a simple matter to unzip her skirt, release the hook and let it fall around her feet. Her red bikini panties matched her bra. Beth's slacks presented a different problem. Casey kissed her, unbuttoned and unziped Beth's slacks, and pushed her backward until she sat on James' lap. With her hands on James' thighs, Beth raised her hips while Casey and Vera pulled off her shoes and her slacks. Beth slid backwards in her white panties until she could feel the hardness in James' pants. She leaned her head back. "Go ahead. You know you want to," she whispered to James.

She leaned forward with her hands on his knees. After a few seconds, she shifted back and forth to remind him. James figured it out, reached out and unhooked Beth's bra. Smiling, Beth stood up holding her bra against her breasts. She turned to face James. He smiled. She dropped her bra.

Beth's breasts were firmly attached to her chest. They were a bit larger than baseballs with nipples larger than expected for breasts her size. James licked his lips. Beth laughed and danced toward Vera. They were both topless. They looked at Casey in her red bra. Casey realized the unbalanced image they were presenting for James. "Okay," she said. She slid her arms from her bra, turned it around, unhooked it and tossed it aside. Her breasts were alabaster in color and a decent size. Her nipples were small and bright pink on darker areolas.

The women stood in front of James with their arms around each other's waists. All were topless and in various styles of panties. James couldn't remember when Vera's dress disappeared. James looked at them and licked his lips.

"Your turn," informed Vera.

"You're not done," James reminded them. "You need to show me yours, all of it."

"Not until you show us yours," insisted Vera who seemed to have become the spokeswoman for the women.

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

"As a show of good faith. You show us yours. We show you the rest of ours and we see what happens next," Vera argued.

"And if I don't?" asked James.

"Then we get dressed and go downstairs to find someone who will," said Vera. The others nodded in agreement.

"It seems I don't have a choice," said James.

"That statement sounds like you've already made a choice," Vera smiled.

James stood up. "Do you want to help?"

"Nope," said Vera. The women moved around James and sat on the bed expectantly.

James began to undress. He didn't rush but he didn't try to prolong the event either. When he was standing in front of them in only his blue briefs, he paused. "Okay?" he asked.

"Almost," said Vera. "One more item to go."

"We're all the same," James pointed out.

"Not really," insisted Vera. "Your breasts aren't nearly as interesting to us as ours are to you. You can prove that if you remove those blue briefs."

Hesitantly, James complied. He turned away from them, slid his briefs off his feet, tossed them aside, and turned around. He made no attempt to hide his erection.

"Ladies," said Vera. "I think James really likes our breasts." She stood up and put out a hand for Casey to join her. They moved to alongside James. Vera placed Casey between James and her. She kneeled down and took the top of Casey's bikini panties in her hand. "Do you want to help?" she asked James.

James kneeled alongside Casey and gripped her panties like Vera was gripping them. Vera tugged. James tugged. Casey's panties slipped over her hips and fell down her legs and around her feet. Her pubic hair matched her hair, red with a slight curl. There were several glistening drops of moisture where her pubic hair terminated in front of her labia. "Nice," said James.

"Thanks," said Casey. She stepped up and took Beth's hand and stood her between her and James. They repeated the process of removing her panties. Beth's pussy was as bare as her ass. James could see all the details including that her clitoris was beginning to peek from under its hood.

Vera stood between James and Beth and they removed her panties. Vera's genital hair was dark with gray streaks, curly and without much styling.

Beth moved James until he sat on the bed. Then she helped him get his legs on the bed and slid him back. Quickly, she straddled his hips and began to rub the head of his erection between her very moist labia. "Sorry ladies," she said. "But I can't wait." She slid down on him. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and moaned.

Vera shrugged her shoulders and led Casey to the bed. Soon Casey was on her back next to James and Vera was testing the viability of her anatomy between her legs. Casey moaned, reached over, found James' head, and kissed him. James palmed her breast as they kissed.

Beth had an orgasm within three minutes, thus proving her point. She slid off James. "He's got more to give," she reminded the others. Vera didn't need encouragement. She quickly replaced Beth on James' erection. Vera was quickly overcome and Casey replaced her. She didn't last much longer. On the other hand, James was on fire and unsatisfied. Instead of letting Casey go, he rolled her over, lifted her legs and entered her again. Casey remained on the edge of another orgasm as James began to feel the surge of his orgasm building. He erupted inside Casey and she succumbed with a second orgasm.

Minutes later, the women were sorting their clothing out while James lay on the bed watching. "Can anyone explain what just happened?" he asked.

"You just fucked all three of us," Vera said.

"True, but not up to my usual expectations," explained James. "Something different here was in play for all four of us."

Beth spoke up. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've never done a strip tease quite like the one we did earlier. By the time I was naked, I could have cum without James' dick inside me. I've never felt an urge that strong before. That's why I jumped on James like I did."

"I think you may have something there," agreed Vera. "I was so horny that I could have fucked my husband."

The women laughed. "I'm not sure I'd go that far," commented Casey.

"What about you, James?" asked Vera. "Why did you respond so quickly?"

"Something similar, I think," James replied. "Do you know the power the three of you have when you're working together?"

"We've never tried it before," admitted Vera. "We'll have to investigate further."

James watched them pull on their panties. "I've never seen anything so sad," he commented.

"What?" asked Vera.

"Three beautiful women pulling on their panties instead of taking them off," he revealed. "Make me a promise, all three of you," he asked.

"If we can," said Vera.

"Promise to spend more time with me when we don't have a time limit," he told them.

"One at a time or all three together?" asked Beth.

"One at a time would be nice," James suggested. "But all three is more than acceptable."

"Next party?" asked Casey.

"It doesn't have to wait until a party," he hoped.

"James, we're all married. Finding unlimited time with you outside of parties is difficult. I've never tried it but my relationship with my husband has never included independent activities."

"If he had a quid pro quo?" James asked.

"You mean if he had someone to fuck while I fucked you?" asked Vera.

"That's probable," said James. "I might even manage two others to keep him happy."

"Give me your phone number," Vera said.

"You're actually serious about time with James outside of the parties?" asked Casey.

Vera took a moment to put James' number in her contacts on her phone. "Serious as a good fuck," she replied.

"Will you share?" asked Beth.

"May I, James? Share your number?"

"Without limit," said James.

After the women left, James peed and took a moment to clean up before he got dressed and went downstairs. There were fewer people in the great room. He saw Kate sitting with a gentleman at the side of the room. "Where is everyone?" he asked.

"Several couples have left," explained Kate. "The others are somewhere upstairs. Meanwhile, this is Jerome," Kate introduced the gentleman next to her."

James shook his hand. "James," he said. "Can I assume you two have managed quality time with each other?"

Jerome shied away from the answer. "If you mean, have we fucked each other, then the answer is yes," replied Kate.

James thought for a second. "I have a proposal for both of you," he said.

James Young, 25

Kathrine Young (Kate/mom), 47

David Young (dad), 59

Lorelei (Lori) Young, 23

Josh, 23 (Lori's housemate)

Irene/Valeri

Vera/Jerome

Casey-red/Beth-blonde/Vera(again)-braless

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