We head out to the birthday/costume party on Saturday night. It had an 80s theme and, since that was pretty much our heyday, we know how to dress. Jane has her hair teased way out, a shirt that looks like it was torn from Jennifer Beals, sexy denim miniskirt and fishnet stockings with little skinny-heeled boots.

I look like a grit – mullet wig, jean jacket, ripped up jeans and untied high top shoes. I even pegged my jeans!

Exactly how I looked in the 80s, except my mullet was better.

We arrive at the party about 45 minutes late and things are just getting started. There are about 15-20 people already there milling about. Jane is far and away the craziest dressed person there. She had a ton of blue eye shadow on with sparkles leading back to her temples.

She looks like she belongs in a Whitesnake video. Rowr!

Everyone else is, for the most part, dressed very conservatively which doesn’t surprise me one bit in this stuffy little burb. I think everyone else here were super preps in high school - lots of Izod Lacoste Polo shirts and upturned collars seemed to be the norm.

The MILF squad members are all present and accounted for. Rachel is wearing her bare-midriff cheerleader outfit again.

With the high-heeled porn star saddle shoes.

Guh.

I gotta get a pair of those for Jane. So hot.

We bop around the house chatting with the MILFs, the uptight people and some more uptight people. I had brought a bottle of bourbon, but left it in the car before Rachel suggests that we play Quarters. With liquor, not beer.

Sort of like back in the 80s, but now we drink the good shit.

Being quite experienced at Quarters, I agree to play. I retrieve my bottle of bourbon from the car and make myself a cocktail prior to engaging in this immature display of college-esque alcohol abuse. Rachel has a bottle of tequila and Simone finds a couple of half-full bottles of Southern Comfort while raiding their liquor cabinet. Another outside member of the MILFs is introduced to me – it’s Jackie.

Jackie wants to party with us.

The uptight people all gather around to gawk at me trying to teach a French woman how to play quarters. Rachel is already drunk and is unsuccessfully trying to explain how the game works. I take over and actually tell Simone the rules and how the game is played. We pass the glass around and Rachel (who is apparently some sort of Quarters shark) hits on her first attempt.

One shot for Dick.

I enjoy SoCo and quickly down my shot. Rachel goes again and hits again.

Another shot for Dick.

I think she’s trying to get me drunk.

She misses on her next attempt and the turn is mine. I miss.

Fuck.

Jackie is next and she is clueless, bouncing the quarter clean off the table. Simone tries and fails and it’s back to Rachel.

Pling!

See Dick drink!

Shoot it Dick, shoot it!

I am starting to get a little bit queasy at this point and, after Rachel deftly puts the quarter in the glass a second time, I beg off the shot – I really don’t want to get sick. Rachel grudgingly obliges and sends a shot over to Simone.

It finally makes it back around to me and I nail it.

Paybacks are a bitch. Time to show this girl who she’s fooling with…

Rachel does her shot and I sink another. And then a third.

I miss my next shot and the game continues for a short time, only barely before we exhaust our gracious hosts’ supply of liquor. By now, all the MILFs are drunk and Jane is being very amorous towards me, flashing me (and two other shocked male guests) as I have a cigarette.

She’s not even that drunk. My wife is nuts!

At one point later in the evening, I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, surrounded by Simone, Jane, Rachel and Jackie and they suddenly decide to start comparing bras after one of them shows interest in Jane’s strapless boob-covers, which have done an admirable job of keeping her fantastic breasts in check this evening.

They all basically pull up/down their shirts and are admiring each other’s lingerie.

I am apoplectic, unable to disguise my amazement at the scene unfolding in front of me. I look around the room and make eye contact with Jacob (Rachel’s husband – the crazy cop). He smiles, shakes his head and I shrug my shoulders.

What are you going to do? I know I really want to grab his wife’s tits, but resist the urge. No need to get an ass-beating tonight - be it from Jacob or Jane.

I finally extricate myself from the MILF gauntlet, shocked and aroused. I make another cocktail and start mingling with some of the other guests. We hang out for another hour or so, when the hostess pretty much runs us out of the house since she had an early-morning flight to catch.

Jane and I make our way to the car and head home. I am turned on and pretty drunk, and am putting the full-court press on Jane. We head upstairs and get naked.

I start licking her pussy very slowly and then, every so often, thrust my tongue in as far as it will go and grind my chin on her clit. She loves when I do this and closes her thighs tight around my head when she cums – I can’t breathe or hear anything.

And I can’t think of another place I’d rather be.

After her orgasm, she pushes me down on the bed and starts sucking my cock very aggressively. After a few minutes of heaven with her tongue flicking the underside of my penis, we switch spots and I slide into my wife’s wet, slippery snatch, giving it all to her in the first thrust.

She gasps in surprise as I enter her. I tweak her nipple, apparently a little bit too hard. She returns the favor, pinching my nipple and growling, “That’s too hard. Ow!”

I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I decide this is a signal that she wants it rough tonight. I’m happy to oblige and pinch her nipple even harder.

Jane’s eyes go big as saucers – and she is pissed. She slaps me across the face. Hard.

She has never done anything like this to me in bed. I kind of like it!

My eyes go to slits and I stare right through her. I lean down and bite her nipple. She smacks me again – a little harder this time.

I smile a devious smile and slap her right back, hard enough to make my point but not so hard as to leave a mark. She looks shocked as I reach over and grab the paddle from our toy box. I withdraw from her and flip her over roughly, pulling up her ass and entering her pussy from behind.

I smack her ass as hard as I dare with the paddle. Two and a half white stars appear in a field of red on her ass.

I missed. Not entirely, but not with the whole paddle either. A few more swats are in order tonight. The snap of the paddle echoes through our small bedroom as I ride and flog my wife hard and fast from behind.

One more ought to do it – another SNAP! and Jane starts moaning that she’s going to cum. I continue pounding her from behind and finally hit the point of no return. I pour my load into her gaping pussy and withdraw before collapsing on her in a puddle of sweat.

“That was, um, different,” I say to Jane as she rolls me off her and into the wet spot.

“You hurt my nipple. And my ass! And I can’t believe you smacked me back! Fucker!” she whines, then gives me that mischievous look that makes me remember why I married her.

“You deserved it. And don’t kid yourself, those certainly weren’t screams of pain,” I smirk, confident that she liked it a whole lot.

She laughs and walks into the bathroom.

I am satiated, drunk and sleepy. Jane hops in the shower to remove all of the blue eye shadow and makeup she had slathered on for the party.

I pass out, waking up naked, cold and alone around 2 A.M. I get up and get dressed, walking downstairs to get a glass of water and take a few ibuprofen to ward off my impending hangover. Jane is asleep on the couch with the TV blaring. I wrestle the remote out of her hands and turn off the TV, hoping that will wake her. I shake her, trying a little harder to get her moving. She doesn’t budge, so I just go back to bed.

The next morning, we talk about the previous nights adventures and, to be honest, we’re both a little shocked at our behavior. Things are already heating up this week, what with the impending Weekend of Debauchery.

That Wednesday night we get an IM from Jimmy. Janet apparently hurt her back at work and they are really sorry, but they wouldn’t be able to play Saturday. She has a bulging disk that needs surgery sooner rather than later, so they make an appointment for her and now we can focus solely on Susan.

Whew. I was starting to get worried about how that was going to work out.

To be honest, this is the best possible thing that could have happened. I know we will be exhausted on Saturday after entertaining Susan Friday, and without having some time to decompress from that, neither Jane nor I felt quite 100% right playing back-to-back with Jimmy and Janet. We were going to do it just to keep our word to them, but I don’t know how “into it” we necessarily would have been.

Or able to actually move…

I hope it’s not a copout or a case of cold feet, but I really don’t think it is. They have been the ones consistently making themselves available to play, so I don’t think they would beg off without a legitimate reason.

I plan out the rest of my week, eagerly anticipating our Friday night rendezvous.

Next: The Seduction of Susan