Anniversary Trip ch.5 - The Party - Sex Stories

Anniversary Trip ch.5 - The Party

... Gordon wants me to take over the writing for awhile now. He's dying to know what happened after Don took us back to the house. In fact, he's been badgering me for a long time to tell him all the sexy dirty details. I never have, but now he'll get the full story. I hope he doesn't regret asking. I had hardly eaten a thing at the restaurant and I don't think any of the other women did either. Vicky and I were so excited and nervous about the upcoming party, we had no appetite. Standing in the parking lot beside Don's car, we waited for him to unlock the door so we could enter. Before opening the car, he kissed both of us in turn. When my turn came, his tongue entered and retreated as if he were fucking my mouth. As his mouth worked against mine, I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse. Then his hands were on my breasts, kneading them and lifting them out of the bra cup. When he finally allowed me to get into the car, he had both breasts out. He told me to leave them exposed, which I did. While I waited, Don pulled the top of Vicky's dress down and exposed both breasts. As we pulled out of the parking lot, two pair of large tits were exposed and four nipples were very hard and erect. Whenever we passed a car, Don would slow down to permit the driver to see us. Neither I nor Vicky made any effort to cover ourselves when he did this. After we arrived at Don's home, he led us upstairs to the master bedroom where he had laid out a quite a few articles of clothing. &#034These are ...

... some things that I would like for you to wear at the party tonight. There's a wide variety of different sizes. Please select what you like and wear it. In the meantime, I want to get each of your prepared for the party. Let's do you first, Vicky. When I'm finished with Vicky, I'll come back for you Paula.&#034 I watched as Don led Vicky into the master bath and closed the door. I wondered what he had in mind. While waiting my turn with Don, I examined the clothes on the bed. Every item was an exotic garment of some kind. Obviously, our host wanted us dressed like sluts, which I thought was probably appropriate. There were several pairs of pumps and stiletto spikes, not one of which had less than four-inch heels. There were an assortment of garter belts and stockings, but no pantyhose except for a couple of pair that had no crotch. The bras all had large holes cut in them so that our breasts would protrude and be squeezed forward. There were also several half-bras. The skirts were barely long enough to cover our buttocks and the blouses were all transparent. Some sheaths lay across one of the chairs. They all had plunging necklines and were extremely short. A box of costume jewelry was on the bed. It contained rings, bracelets and necklaces. Not one pair of panties could be found anywhere. As I sorted though the clothing trying to decide which items to wear, I heard groans coming from the bathroom. It seemed obvious that Don was fucking Vicky. After thirty minutes or so, they ...