Her eyes sparkled with mischief and I quickly looked round to see if Paul or Jane had noticed. To my relief, they were both poring over a map, plannin...g the next day’s excursion. I could feel my erection straining painfully against my jeans. Half a bottle of wine later and the conversation after dinner had roamed widely. As it was prone to do when alcohol featured, it had touched briefly - but only obliquely - on sex. Jane had heard that a mutual friend had disgraced herself at a recent. We entered the store and was greeted by the clerk who didn't give me a second look. There were 4 other guys all looking at magazines. Jessie headed for the toy rack and told me to go find a cross dresser magazine I walked over to the magazine area and all the guys looked at me but only smiled. I found a CD magazine and met Jessie back at the counter. She told me to go ahead and go to the car and she would be there in a minute. When I stepped into the lot I noticed to of the guys from the store. Erica Wright, who Natalie realized was the wife of the vice-president of a major computer manufacturer; Mrs. Anne Hamilton, wife of a retired investment banker; and Mrs. Patricia Hollingsworth, wife of James P. Hollingsworth III, real-estate magnate and serious old money. From her distinct Southern accent, Natalie realized that Pat (as she insisted on being called) was probably old money from Georgia. Natalie also noted, to her surprise, that the women had all identified themselves as wives of. We groped toward each other stepping over naked bodies and ignoring the stray hands that reached for every part of our bodies.“Drink?” I shouted.Savvy grabbed my hand, and we weaved toward the door“Sandy Honey, that was wild!” Glistening with perspiration and obviously slick with cum my darling looked radiant. “God, could she use that strappy,” Entering the main dance room, we were hit by a wall of noise, deep throbbing bass notes that vibrated through your body and so many excited female.