Mrs. Cleft has an invitation for later

"Mmmmm," she murmurs, "that was great. You're a natural."

"Thanks, Mrs. Cleft," you carress her soft ass cheek and snuggle against her big tits.

"We can't keep this up all day," she says. "Thomas will be home for lunch any minute and Tommy or Melanie might come downstairs looking for clean clothes."

"Are you kicking me out?" You fake a wounded expression and Mrs. Cleft laughs.

"Now don't get your feelings hurt," she playfully pinches one of your nipples and you gasp.

"Mrs. Cleft!" You exclaim. "I just spent fifteen minutes with my tongue up your ass and this is how you repay me?"

She laughs again and gives you a kiss that doesn't linger too long.

"I appreciate your talent and generosity, young lady," Mrs. Cleft says and sits up. "I want to invite you to a very special event tonight that I think you will really enjoy."

"Oooh," you sit up as well. "What's that?"

Mrs. Cleft searches for one of her bras in the pile of laundry strewn across the floor. You have to admit you're sad to see her huge breasts disappear beneath the heavily padded cups.

"Do you know what swinging is?"

"Like a sex party?" You ask.

"Exactly," she says as she slides her legs into a pair of pink cotton panties. "Once a month Thomas and I go to a party at the Goodlove's house."

She lifts her plump butt up and finishes pulling up the panties.

"The party is tonight," she continues, "and we're allowed to invite one guest. I was thinking about inviting Maria across the way, she seems to be having so many troubles with that boyfriend of hers, but, anyway, I would like to invite you instead."

You think about it for all of one second before you happily accept her offer.

"I would love to," you exclaim and hug her. "I've heard about those sorts of parties on the Internet. What sorts of people are there?"

"All sorts," Mrs. Cleft offers. "Young, old, skinny, fat, and all of them are there for different reasons. Sometimes they're just there to watch. Sometimes their husband or wife or whatever pushed them to come. Sometimes they are looking for something kinky they can't normally find. Most of the time they just want to have fun and try something different."

"Is that why you and Thomas go?" You ask.

"That's most of why," she stands up and begins pulling on a pair of bluejeans. "He also likes to watch me with other people, and I like to watch him. It's exciting."

"So what time is it?" You ask.

Mrs. Cleft picks a blouse that is still neatly folded and shrugs it on. She begins buttoning it over her breasts as she explains.

"It starts at five, so if you can come over around then that would be perfect. You can ride with us. If you want to bring a bottle of wine or something..."

She laughs as she realizes you're too young to buy ****.

"Ah, well, a bit young for that? Anyway, come upstairs and I will give you some money. You go downtown to The Couture Club and pick out a sexy outfit. It's on me."

"Oh, wow," you exclaim at the mention of the pricey lingerie and fashion store downtown. "You don't have to Mrs. Cleft."

"I insist," she kisses you on the lips.

You stand up and look at the shreds of your clothing scattered around the floor.

"Umm," you pick up the severed red thong. "Mrs. Cleft, one more urgent problem."

She laughs.

"I guess I got a little carried away," she picks up a yellow terrycloth robe and hands it to you. "I don't think Melanie will mind if you borrow this."

You put on the robe and follow Mrs. Cleft into the kitchen. As promised, she gives you five 100 dollar bills, much more than you had expected. Before you leave you share one last passionate kiss at the doorway, her hands squeezing your ass through the robe and your tongue dancing with hers. It's interrupted by Tommy yelling from his room.

"Bye bye," you say as you step back out into the sun.

Mrs. Cleft waves goodbye as the door closes behind you. With a skip in your step you head home to put on something a bit more appropriate for a shopping spree.