Karen was sprawled on the couch, and she sat up so I could sit down next to her. Then she lay back down across my lap. As her back arched, her huge breasts pulled her T-shirt out of her shorts, exposing her navel. I stroked her belly absent-mindedly as I put the pile of mail on her chest and sorted it out. Karen giggled, grabbed the Better Homes & Gardens before it slid off her jiggling chest, and started leafing through it. Meanwhile, I tore open the mystery letter. It read:

    Dear Paul & Karen,

    I saw you two fondling each other in Vons the other day.
    I think you would enjoy the club my husband and I are in.
    Please call, xxx-xxxx.

             --- Allison

"Look at this, honey!" I showed her the letter.

She read it for a moment, then looked at me. "Somebody saw us!" She laughed. "This could be an extortion letter. We better call her!"

I was getting horny, thinking of the way Karen's boobs felt as I squeezed them furtively in the store.

"We'll call later, but right now..." With that, I yanked her shirt up, sent the mail cascading to the floor, and buried my face in her luscious mountains of pleasure.

An hour later we sat next to the speaker phone, naked, sticky with sweat, and feeling exhausted but very good. I dialed the number that was written in the letter.

"Hello?" a deep male voice answered.

Karen spoke up before I did. "Uh, hi! Can I speak to Allison please?"

"Hold on..." We heard a "thunk" of the receiver on the other end being put down, then some barely audible talking. Then Allison came on the line.

"This is Allison."

"Hi Allison," Karen said. "My name is Karen, and I'm calling about the letter you sent my hus-"

"Yes!" Allison exclaimed. "Thank you for calling. I was hoping so much you would!"

My curiosity was too much. "This is Paul. Did you really see us?"

Allison giggled. "You bet! There are security cameras all over the store. Didn't you know?"

Actually, I had figured at the time that there were cameras, but I was too horny to care. I told Allison so, being the kind of guy who pretty much speaks his mind. "You're not going to call the police or something, are you?"

"Heavens no! I even made sure the tape got written over right away. I just want to invite both of you to a party I think you'll get a kick out of!"

"What kind of party?" asked Karen.

"Oh I think it's one that will be right up your alley. It's tomorrow night, 7 o'clock, at 10350 E. Cherry." She started telling us how to get there from the Vons she'd seen us at.

"But who are you? We don't even know you!"

"But I know you, Paul! We've met before." Allison said this with a seductive tone of voice, and Karen gave me a funny look. I just shrugged, and mouthed to my wife, "I really don't know anyone named Alli-" She just held up her hand and giggled. "It's okay!" she whispered. Then she spoke up. "Okay, we'll be there!"

"Great! Dress casual. See you then!" Allison responded, and hung up.

"You really want to go?" I asked Karen.

"Yes. I think I recognize Allison's voice."

"Who is she?"

Karen just gave me a sly look. "You'll see!" And refused to tell me any more, even when I tickled her naked body all over.

The next evening, we arrived at the address we were given. It was quite an impressive house, surrounded by at least an acre of lush trees and beautiful landscaping. Whoever lived here lived well indeed! There were a half dozen or so cars lined up along the circular driveway (our little Sentra was definitely the least glamorous of the bunch), and I could hear the definite sounds of partying going on inside. We strode up to the front door, and I rang the doorbell.

After thirty seconds or so, I decided that nobody had heard the bell, and I reached up to ring it again, but at that moment the door swung open. A man and woman stood there with their arms around each other, and were trying to stop laughing and giggling about something. The lady was holding a fancy-looking drink, with two straws sticking out. She was nearly as well-endowed as Karen, and apparently not wearing a bra underneath her shirt, as her chest jiggled noticeably when she laughed.

"C-come on in!" the man said. Then they wandered off, fresh laughter coming from both of them. I looked at Karen, and she shrugged. We entered, and closed the door behind us.

At least a dozen people were scattered about the living room and hallway in front of us. It looked to be the same number of men and women, and I started counting to see if that was indeed the case. Seven men, six women, oh wait, there's another one coming through the back door. Eight couples total, including us. I didn't recognize anyone yet, although I could only see the backs of some people from where we were standing.

Lots of talking and laughter. I started to feel a little uncomfortable; I was never much of a "party animal", and am not very good at making small talk with people I hardly know. I had the feeling that I was going to be staring at potted plants again...

"Paul!"

One of the women who had her back to me before had turned around, and when I saw her, I was stunned.

She was every bit as beautiful and sexy as when I last saw her, almost fifteen years ago. She had worked at the reference desk at the local library, and I made sure to go there when I needed to study for a test or work on a book report or something. Any excuse! She had long blonde hair, full lips, a face that reminded me of Darryl Hannah, and big, torpedo-like boobs that I could never fully get out of my mind until I met Karen nearly ten years later (in another library!).

I would sit there at the table, with maybe 30% of my attention on my studies, and 70% thinking horny thoughts about the young lady at the reference desk. I didn't even know her name, and probably would never get the courage to find out. I knew she had a big, studly husband or boyfriend, having seen him pick her up a few times when the library closed. But I couldn't help stare at her. I imagined running my hands along those luscious curves, caressing her breasts through the fuzzy sweater she almost always wore, kissing those beautiful lips... It was tough getting my homework done, but I didn't care!

And now, fifteen years later, she was striding across the living room toward me and Karen, those wonderful torpedoes bouncing up and down underneath a (gasp) fuzzy sweater, a big smile on her face. She stuck her hand out, and I shook it.

"Hi Paul. Long time no see!"

I was instantly transformed from a reasonably successful and confident computer consultant back into that nervous, geeky high-school kid again. "H-hi! Are you Allison?"

She nodded. "And you're Karen. I'm so glad to meet you!" They shook hands.

Karen grinned and said to me, "I knew she would know you!"

"Of course I know him, I remember him coming into the library often! Such a good boy, always doing your homework..." She reached up and pinched my cheek. I blushed, and the two women giggled. I couldn't help noticing their jiggling chests, and I momentarily thought of how nice it would be to have them embrace chest-to-chest, with my head snuggled in between...

"Come on in! Find yourselves someplace to sit and get comfy!" She turned and lead us in to the living room. As we passed other people, they greeted us warmly. Other than my wife and Allison, I did not know anyone here.

Allison lifted a drink from a table and rapped it with a pen, silencing the others in the room.

"Tonight I am glad to introduce Paul and Karen Myers. This is their first time here, and they have no idea what they're in for!" This elicited much laughter. "So let's toast our new couple, and hope they decide to join us for good!" Everyone around us raised a drink, and then clinked them against their neighbors' drinks.

"What ARE we in for?" Karen whispered to me.

"I don't know! I hope it's not devil worship or something."

"I heard that!" chirped Allison. "No, nothing like that. Just some good, clean fun. You'll see!"

There was something about the people present that I couldn't quite put my finger on at first. But then it hit me: each lady in the room was not only a real looker, but also filled out her shirt or blouse enough to make my crotch stiff.

I was in a house full of beautiful, buxom babes!

Karen seemed to notice this at about the same time, and she whispered, "I feel like I just stepped into one of those magazines you have in your dresser!" She was referring to the stacks of Score, D-Cup, Gent, et cetera that she had uncovered early on in our already-torrid relationship, much to her amusement and delight.

"I always thought you popped out of one!" I whispered back, and she giggled loudly enough to turn heads.

We sat together on the only remaining love seat in the room, munching on delicious hors d'oeuvres and looking around us. Couples were milling about, talking to one another as though they had been best pals for years and years. Interestingly, people would sometimes exchange partners, and continue milling about the room with the new partner snuggled up against him or her. Sometimes they would kiss. So I found it impossible to determine who "belonged to" who!

"What decade is this?" I said to my wife. She just looked around, wide-eyed. "I didn't think people did stuff like this any more!" she responded.

Allison popped up right behind us. "You don't know anybody here. That's okay. Believe me, you'll get to know 'em soon!" With that, she walked over to a corner of the room and reached behind a curtain. The lights dimmed. A man detached himself from a woman and strode to Allison's side, wrapping an arm around her. Everyone took an available seat and looked expectantly at them.

Allison clapped her hands together. "Well! Are we ready to begin?"

People nodded and murmured things like "yes!" and "you bet!" and "I'm ready!". Couples snuggled together more tightly now, and a few were fondling each other lightly. Oh what the heck! I let one hand creep over to Karen's chest to gently cup one massive melon. She looked at me and grinned. My cock was rock hard now.

Allison picked up a notepad and a box of pencils, and handed them to the couple seated nearest to her. They tore a sheet off the notepad, took a pencil, and passed the pad and box to the next couple.

"For the benefit of our new friends, I'll briefly explain," Allison said. "Take a piece of paper and a pencil, and write a brief description of a sexy fantasy that you have had. Something both of you would like to do, or see done in front of you. It must be something that can be done in the house or out back. Whatever utensils or hardware you need, we probably have by now!" More chuckles filled the room.

The paper and pencils were distributed, and whispers and giggles filled the room, along with the sounds of writing. I was at a loss. We have lots of fantasies that we've told each other about, and Karen and I have barely begun to use up the supply! But what to do? Which one to write down?

How about--no that's too complicated, what about--no, too messy, how about... My mind raced, and I looked at Karen. She was saying something to herself, shaking and nodding her head, the pencil held to her lips. She looked so beautiful. I wanted to push that pencil away and french-kiss her. Then she looked at me. "I got it!" She grabbed the paper from my hand, held it against a book she'd grabbed off the end table, and started writing. I craned my neck so I could watch what she wrote.

Mmmmm, that's a good one!

When everyone appeared to be finished writing, Allison went around with a tin can, and people put the slips of paper in the can. After Karen slipped hers in, Allison put in one of her own. Then she set the can down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I had a pretty good idea of what would come next. This should be interesting, to say the least!

"Okay," said Allison, "now for the numbers! Sixteen in all, two sets numbered 1 through 8. Men draw from the blue can, women from the red." She grabbed two small cans and started passing them around. Each person drew out a small slip of paper with a number on it. I reached into the blue can, and got the number 2. Karen drew number 4 from the red can. She looked at me with wide-open eyes.

When that was done, Allison asked, "Who's first? Couple number one, step right up!"

A man and a woman at opposite sides of the room got up and went to the center, and the others applauded and hooted. The two looked at each other with sheepish grins, then the lady leaned down and reached into the can on the coffee table (I couldn't help but stare down her low-cut shirt at her considerable cleavage), and drew out a slip of paper. Together they read it, then the lady put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. The guy pumped his arms. "Yes!" he shouted. Everybody laughed.

"Whatsa matter, Leanne!" someone said. "Allergic to chocolate syrup?" More laughter. "Go get 'er, Phil!" someone else called.

Leanne blushed, and then she and Phil stood there in the center of the room, whispering to each other, figuring out how to go about their assigned task. Then Phil pointed at a couple in the corner of the room who were sharing a recliner. "We'll need that chair. Up!" The couple got off and stood nearby. Meanwhile, Phil and Leanne had disappeared down the hall. I could hear them rummaging through boxes in another room.

"No no no! The handcuffs are on the TOP shelf!" someone shouted, evoking more laughter. Soon the two reappeared. Phil had a dentist's mirror in one hand and a light attached to a band around his head. Leanne was wearing a skimpy bikini. My cock ached as my eyes took in her luscious curves, especially those big breasts overflowing the too-small top! The other guys were obviously turned on too, and they were cheering and clapping. Leanne blushed and grinned.

"Calling Dr. Wilson, Dr. Wilson, report to the psycho ward immediately!" somebody wisecracked. Phil gave him the finger, then the couple strode to the recliner. Leanne lay down in it, and Phil stood over her. The other people in the room got up and stood where they could watch the action.

"Hello, Ms. Strode!" Phil said to his "patient". "You look very, uh, nice today!"

Leanne giggled, making her boobs shake. "I'm sorry Doctor, I nearly forgot about my appointment, and I came here straight from the beach! I didn't have time to change or anything. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all!" Phil replied. "So have you been brushing your teeth regularly?"

"Oh yes, doctor! See?" She opened her mouth and flashed him her pearly whites. He bent down very close to look inside her mouth.

"Very nice! Of course, I have to make a more thorough inspection now." With that, he switched on his light, kneeled down with his elbows resting on the chair's arm, and hovered over Leanne, shining the light into her open mouth. He inserted the dental mirror and pretended to inspect her teeth.

"Okay, those teeth look good, now I gotta look at the BACK teeth..." He lowered his face closer to her face (and chest) as he strained to look deeper into her mouth.

His chin brushed a breast. "Nnnngh!" Leanne breathed.

"I'm sorry, got too close there. Almost done, your teeth are looking very good..."

As he moved the mirror around, the side of his hand pressed into her chest.

"Mmmmmm" she moaned.

"Oooops, how embarrassing! Don't mean to keep touching you like that. Well, actually, uh..."

Phil's hand slipped down and rubbed her breast again. This time it stayed there, the fingers probing the soft flesh. His patient moaned softly. "Mmmmm... Doctor, is this part of the examination?"

Her sexy body was writhing in the chair as her dentist put down the mirror and buried his face in her breasts, pressing them against the sides of his face with his hands. He made animal-like growling and munching sounds as he feasted on those soft pillows. The light on his forehead bumped against Leanne's chin, and she reached up and pulled it off his head. Then her hands went to the back of his head, and pressed it more firmly against her chest.

The crowd around them watched, mostly in silence, though occasionally there were some whispers and giggles. I looked around at Phil's and Leanne's audience, and not surprisingly there was much groping going on. Including me -- my hands were mashing Karen's big tits under her shirt.

The dentist and her patient were kissing passionately now as his hands continued to knead her breasts. I wondered which guy in the audience was her husband or boyfriend, and what he was thinking of this. I looked at the other guys in the room, but none of them showed any sign of discomfort -- just lots of horniness held barely in check, being discretely let loose on whatever succulent female was sitting next to each guy.

Suddenly Allison stood up and clapped her hands once. Her companion's hands reluctantly slid out of her shirt. "Okay, that was very nice! Let's go ahead and move on to couple number two! You two can stop now."

Not too surprisingly, the horny dentist kept right on having his way with his succulent patient.

Allison looked at me with mock exasperation. "This is always the tough part, getting them to stop! Oh well, couple number two, front and center!"

Well, it was my turn now, and I got up and went to the center of the room next to the coffee table. A young redhead, whom I had noticed only briefly before, joined me there, her hands clasped behind her back and a big smile on her face. She was obviously having a great time at the party! She wore a low-cut dress, and I eagerly took in her curves. My crotch tightened again. Her figure reminded me of Chloe Vevrier, one of my favorite SCORE models.

The rest of the party, excluding the first couple who were still going at it on the love seat, had returned to the various chairs around the room and were looking at me and the redhead expectantly. There was still plenty of groping going on. One guy was sitting next to Karen and eyeing her luscious body with obvious lust. Instead of making me jealous or angry, I found the sight of that to be especially erotic. That's my babe there, with that beautiful face and gorgeous body that he wants so badly! Mine, to devour whenever I want!

"Well?" said the sexy redhead standing next to me. My mind quickly returned to the reason I was up there, and I reached down and grabbed a fantasy from the can on the table. I could tell right away, from the different handwriting, that it was not the one Karen had written. I held it so that my new companion and I could read it together. The fantasy was simple and to the point.

    Girl gives a guy super erotic lap dance.
    Guy can't stand it any more, has wild sex with girl.

I sat in the chair, with my hands tucked under my butt. Carla stood in front of me and began a slow, sensuous dance, running her hands up and down her body and cupping her breasts, making them swell up from her dress. My cock was standing at attention now! I stole a look at our audience, and most of the men were staring at Carla. The guy sitting with Karen, however, gave the dancer only brief looks. Most of his attention was on Karen's delicious chest, and he had her shirt pulled up to her neck and was giving those mountainous mams a serious tongue bath. Wow! I watched this until Carla reached out and gently turned my head so that I was watching her again. She wagged her finger at me and grinned, then proceeded to untie her dress. It cascaded down her body as the pace of her dance sped up.

Now my attention was fully on Carla, as those wonderful pendulous udders swayed and jiggled before my eyes. My hands ached to reach out to grab them, squeeze them, play with them! But I kept them behind me as she moved her body closer and closer to me. She was wearing nothing but panties by the time her sexy thighs were rubbing against mine. Her hands ran all over my body, then pulled my shirt off over my head. Then she sat on my lap.

At first her back was against my chest, and she leaned back so that her head was on my shoulder and I could look right down at her chest. She lifted her melons and gently shook them, then squeezed them together so that the nipples were touching each other. Her hips were gently gyrating so that my aching cock was rubbing against her scrumptious ass. She made soft breathy erotic noises, "ngggghhhh.... ummmmhhh..." while she sat on me and played with her tits. Then she turned around so that she was facing me, and leaned forward until her beautiful lips were an inch from mine, and her boobs hung down daringly close to my stomach. She swung her tits from side to side as she gazed longingly into my eyes.

I was near the breaking point already, but she wasn't through with me yet! Carla obviously knew what effect her big breasts were having on me, and she was not going to let up. She held them right in front of my face and shook them. Then she lifted one to her mouth so she could suck on it. Not just a quick lick either; she piled titflesh into her mouth and really munched on her delicious tit! Then she went to work on the other one. All the while, her ass continued to grind on my lap.

I couldn't stand it any more. My hands flew out and clasped her back, and I pulled her chest against my face.

Cheers and catcalls erupted from our little audience (at least from those who were paying attention), but I was too busy having my way with Carla's luscious boobs to notice. Those nipples and the great expanse of jiggly flesh that surrounded them were all targets of my out-of-control lust! Carla alternately giggled and moaned as her tits were squeezed, groped, twisted, sucked, licked, and devoured. Her nipples begged to be sucked, and I was eager to oblige! Each nipple got sucked deep into my mouth. I crammed titflesh in there and pressed it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Carla reached down between her legs, unzipped my pants, pried my throbbing tubesteak out of there, and started stroking it with her fingers. It all felt so incredible, especially with that knowledge in the back of my head that this was a total stranger, and my wife was in the same room, having her own body attacked by a lust-crazed man neither of us knew! Somehow all that just fueled my horniness even more, and luscious Carla was going to experience the full brunt of it!

While Carla and I were french-kissing with mad passion, I could hear Allison give her clap and call couple #3 up. I slid off the chair, with Carla in my arms, and staggered over to an available spot on one of the couches, never breaking our kiss in the effort. I lay Carla down on some large pillows and proceeded to explore her whole body with my fingers and lips and tongue. At one point I managed to see Karen on her back on the floor, with her breasts wrapped around her new companion's stiff cock. Her whole body was quaking as he rammed his missile back and forth. This just made me all the hornier myself, and soon I was doing the same to Carla, with her tongue lapping at the head of my cock every time it got close enough to her mouth. I looked over at Karen again, and her lover was looking over at Carla and me while he reamed Karen's breasts, and we smiled at each other dreamily.

Couple #3 was doing their thing now, but I was not paying much attention. At least not until I saw the man fall on his knees, and two women (Allison being one of them) started bashing his head with their huge, naked breasts! This fascinated me, and I stopped to watch. Carla did not stop though, and as I continued to watch the lucky man get smothered by two pairs of flopping flesh mountains, my nympho companion started sucking my cock. Meanwhile, I could see Karen playing with her lover's cock, bashing it with her delicious breasts and taking occasional laps on it with her tongue. I looked down and saw Carla start doing the same, grabbing hold of my cock and pushing it into one breast as far as she could. I had to concentrate on not cumming right then and there!

The party never even got to couple #4. (Allison would tell me later, with a smile and a heavy sigh, that it was a common problem with the "games" they played at their meetings). No one seemed to mind, however. At this point, clothes were scattered all over the room, and a full-fledged orgy was taking place. All around me, breasts were being stroked and sucked, rock-hard penises were being sucked (or were attacking vulnerable vaginas), long deep kisses were ensuing. Moans and groans and brief shouts filled the room.

At some point, Carla and I had maneuvered ourselves next to Karen and her lover, and soon Karen and I discovered that the people we were making love to were married to each other! This resulted in a great deal of giggling, and then our seperate twosomes quickly merged into a lusty foursome, with Karen somehow riding my cock, while Joe (Carla's husband) played with Karen's tits, while at the same time fucking Carla, while I played with Carla's boobs. This went on for quite a while, until with a great yelp Joe came inside his wife. The sound of Carla's subsequent shout startled me, and made me cum, too. Then Karen and I just lay there in a sweaty pile and snuggled against each other, as the other two retreated to an empty couch to snuggle there.

Somehow the party managed to wind down, and soon we were all back in our clothes, although not nearly as well-groomed as when we arrived. Karen sat on my lap as I gently fondled her breasts. The others were also sitting down, and we were all listening to Allison and her husband share lewd, lusty stories about previous parties.

An hour later Karen and I went home, had a light supper, and showered together. Not long after that, we somehow found the energy to make love again.

And best of all, we were official members of a new club. We could not wait until the next meeting!

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