Last month my wife and I went to a party given by — acquaintances of her best friend, Maria, who works in the same office she does.

Maria is single and quite attractive. She lives near us and is over quite a bit. She’s certainly not shy in the way she talks about her sex life, which appears to be quite active, or in her manner of dress, which is provocative. With a terrific figure, she wears the shortest possible skirts and most cleavage-revealing tops. Yvonne, my wife, also has a great figure, and after five years together I can tell you she’s no prude, but she isn’t as out front as Maria. Maria warned us the party would be “wild,” and while we didn’t know what that meant, we looked forward to some excitement.

The night of the party I was late getting home from work because of traffic. I found Yvonne in our bedroom, in a robe, putting on makeup. I noticed a tad more eyeliner and shadow than usual, darker-red lipstick and stronger-smelling perfume. I rushed to take a shower, and when I came out of the bathroom, she’d already gone downstairs, having dressed faster than I would have expected.

After dressing I went down and was shocked to see her in a black leather bra top with a buckle between the cups, leaving the upper part of her big boobs exposed, with a black leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and was held together by buckles that ran up the front of each leg. (She has terrific legs.) From the gap between the buckles it was obvious she wasn’t wearing stockings or panties. To top it off, she had on three-inch heels. The overall look was “high-class whore.”

Seeing my face, she laughed, pointed at my erection and said, “This is going to be a night to remember.”

As we left, I wondered whether Yvonne had shaved her pussy as clean as her legs. She usually keeps it trimmed but in bikini season often takes off all her pubic hair, which she knows particularly turns me on. When we got in the car her skirt hiked up, and as she turned she bared her pussy, which was indeed bare! I couldn’t resist and bent down and licked her. She shuddered and said it felt good. Oh yes, a night to remember!

We went by Maria’s apartment to pick her up, and Yvonne got out to get her. A couple of guys were standing nearby. As Yvonne got out of the car, she spread her legs, giving them a full view of her bare cunt. It wasn’t like her to be such an exhibitionist. The guys’ eyes expressed their astonishment. They were still hanging around when Yvonne came down with Maria.

Maria had on a leather skirt cut so high on her thighs that it barely covered her pussy. It had buckles like a garter belt, to which were attached the tops of fishnet stockings. She too was wearing three-inch heels, and she too has gorgeous legs. Surprisingly, she had a light sweater on. The guys let out catcalls and whistles. Maria and Yvonne didn’t give them the time of day.

After Maria hopped in back and we drove off, she took off the sweater. She had on a leather bra-type top that wasn’t much more than thin straps crossing over her lovely breasts. Her nipples, which stood out erect, were fully exposed. She saw me looking in the rear-view mirror and said she bet I liked what I saw. Since the three of us often hot-tub together at our house I’m quite familiar with her body, and she was looking especially hot this evening.

Yvonne laughed and said she and Maria had gone shopping together, and as usual Maria had made the more “out there” choices.

I asked Maria what to expect at the party. She said she’d met the hostess and host online and had been to one of their parties, and it was truly an orgy. She went alone, got loaded and in the end fucked eight or nine guys — she lost count. When she sobered up, she decided it had been one of the most exciting nights of her life. She said she knew this was pushing the envelope for us, but Yvonne had told her our sex life was getting staid and we needed some kind of a shot.

Yvonne asked if I was upset. I said I was surprised but not upset. “Just bear in mind,” she added, “I didn’t dress like this just for show.” We were among the first guests to arrive. Our hostess, Randi, an attractive woman in her 40s, was wearing a sheer black net dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her husband, Tad, was gray-haired and distinguished-looking. He was dressed casually. Maria had said on the way over that Tad was a wealthy investor and Randi was an attorney.

When we entered, Randi dispensed some pleasantries and offered a nod of approval at the way Yvonne and Maria were dressed. Tad wasted no time taking Maria by the hand to the open bar. We talked awhile with Randi, then wandered off as guests arrived. The men were all dressed casually; the women, provocatively, none more revealingly than Maria and my wife.

Within a half-hour of our arrival there were about two dozen guests. We chatted with a number of couples. Yvonne and I were the only first-timers, and along with Maria were the youngest. Most of the others were in their late 30s and 40s.

One room was set aside for dancing to a stereo, and another for food. Maria had wandered off, and Yvonne had gone over to the bar to get another drink, then got engaged in a discussion with two men. I decided to check out the rest of the house and went upstairs.

I wandered past three bedrooms, each with a double or queen-size bed. At the end of the hall was what looked to be the master bedroom. I thought I heard noise coming from there. The door was open, and I looked in to see Tad sitting on the bed nude with Maria bent over giving him a blowjob. His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see me. Her ass was fully exposed, since she wasn’t wearing panties.

I watched for two or three minutes. Maria had some mouth! She was able to take Tad’s cock all the way in. He moved to lie on the bed, and she kicked off her heels and mounted him. After easing herself down on his cock, she started moving up and down. After a few minutes, she began to shake as she climaxed, and shortly thereafter Tad shot his load.

I left before they saw me, though I doubt they’d have cared if they had. When I got downstairs, Yvonne was dancing close with one of the men she’d talked to at the bar. He had his hand on her ass, and she was grinding her crotch into his cock. I’d never seen her dance that way with another man.

A woman I didn’t know came up to me and asked me if I’d like to dance. She was wearing a see-through top and a long skirt slit high up her thighs. As we slow-danced, she motioned and said that that was her husband dancing with Yvonne. I told her the woman was my wife! She pressed closer to me and said, “That’s nice.”

Her name was Margo. After the slow dance we danced a fast one. When it was over, I looked around and couldn’t find Yvonne. Margo told me our spouses had gone upstairs and asked if I wanted to watch. She took me by the hand and led me back upstairs. At the top of the stairs I saw Maria exiting the master bedroom arm in arm with Tad, our host. A male guest was approaching them.

Tad moved away from Maria, who winked at me as she grabbed the arm of the second man and led him back into the master bedroom. Tad stopped at the open door of one of the other bedrooms. Margo and I went past him and into the room. Inside, Yvonne was giving Margo’s husband a drawn-out kiss. While they kissed, he removed her leather top. She moved to unbuckle his belt, oblivious to the three of us watching them go at each other.

The man played with Yvonne’s tits while she fumbled to remove his trousers, shoes and underwear. She fingered his cock to get it hard, then gave it several long licks. But she wasn’t into sucking him off. When she drinks even a little, she gets very horny very quickly, and now, having aroused Margo’s mate, she climbed on the bed and lay back.

He mounted her immediately. It was the first time I’d ever seen my wife and another man fucking. While Tad and Margo nodded approvingly, I was somewhat stunned. It didn’t take long for the guy to shoot his load. He pulled out, dripping on the linens. Margo said that her husband tends to come fast but usually gets it up again right away.

Yvonne still had her leather skirt on. Margo’s husband helped her out of it, then looked toward us. Yvonne too turned our way. At last she saw me, but she didn’t say anything. She motioned for Tad, who came right over to her and quickly took off his clothes. She fingered and then blew his cock until it got good and hard.

Margo’s husband put his trousers on and came over to Yvonne and gave her a peck. He said he was going to get some others “to get a piece of this new doll.” He also said that Yvonne had whispered to him that she and her friend Maria were interested in seeing who could get fucked by the most men that evening.

Margo introduced me as the husband of “the doll,” then said it was my turn to get in on the action. While her husband went downstairs, she took me by the hand to another bedroom. She stripped me, then did her own striptease. She was totally the initiator, as I was still in shock about my wife skanking it up.

Margo kept me busy for an hour. She was very talented, especially using her cunt muscles, and she kept me hard and coming. However, all that time, I kept on wondering what Maria and Yvonne were up to. When I left the bedroom with Margo, I saw Yvonne in the next bedroom getting it on with two guys. I needed a drink, so I went downstairs with Margo, who left me standing by the bar.

For an hour I watched the action downstairs as different men went upstairs, leaving their partners behind, until I realized that the only women upstairs were Maria and Yvonne! They finally came down, somewhat cleaned up, and dressed the way they’d arrived at the party. There was a collective cheer for them. Yvonne came up to me and said she’d had one of the most exciting nights of her life. I didn’t say anything.

The three of us left shortly thereafter, and on the way home I was mostly quiet. After we dropped Maria off, Yvonne told me there was one guy with a really large cock that really got her going, and if I was okay with it, she wanted to call him for a date. I shrugged.

I still don’t know how I feel about any of this. I hoped that writing this letter would help. So far it hasn’t.