This is the first in a potential series inspired by a show my partner and I used to watch and thoroughly enjoy
The sudden shift from sweltering heat to arctic cold makes the tiny hairs on Taylor’s neck stand on end. There have been many aspects of moving from California to Las Vegas which have been difficult, but the heat is perhaps her least favorite. Nolan and Taylor have reasoned that it’s been the right career move for them both. But on days like this which Taylor sardonically refers to as “kill-yourself-hot”, the couple have some pangs of regret.
Another adjustment has been going from a very handsome but not head-turning pair in California, to being “a couple of REAL desert-10’s”, as an older woman in a grocery store line referred to them.
“The heat is cooking these people’s brains!”, Taylor remarked.
But Nolan had taken the flattery in stride, “I can’t speak for her brain without an examination, but her eyes clearly work just fine”, he replied with a wink and a light smack of Taylor’s ass.
The comments aren’t limited to grocery stores. Taylor is forced to reckon with the fact that some sizable proportion of her male students as a professor at the university had signed up for her classes in order to ogle at “the hot professor”. Nolan, meanwhile, learns that the nurses at the hospital where he works as a neurosurgeon have begun to call him “McDreamy”, after a handsome doctor on Grey’s Anatomy.
Despite their good looks and impressive professions, the pair have struggled perhaps as much with the heat as with their social lives. Its hard to make friends as precocious young people in prestigious fields. The neighborhood they moved to, at least, seems to present plenty of options. It’s a “young neighborhood! For people looking to start families!”, according to their realtor. Despite the ample other young attractive couples in the neighborhood, Taylor and Nolan have yet to break into the social scene. But tonight, that changes.
Even the lowliest of the Desert Palms neighborhood residents have at least heard about the wild parties Alex and Christina host on the 3rd Saturday of each month. But only the elite few, chosen by some algorithm seemingly known only to the Alex and Christina, receive invitations. Alex and Christina are a similarly impressive pair to Nolan and Taylor. Alex is a biochemist working in R&D for a local pharmaceutical company, while Christina is an anesthesiologist at the same hospital where Nolan works.
“That’s our in!”, Taylor had accosted Nolan in their early days of trying to garner a coveted invite.
“I can try to turn on the charm if you’re this invested”, offered Nolan.
The two are a very un-jealous couple. Nolan enjoys watching his new wife easily solicit free drinks from groveling men at bars, the same way Taylor relishes how woman go doe-eyed when they converse with her husband. With this in mind, Nolan took his wife’s prodding to heart; and after a few weeks of harmless but very intentional flirting with Christina, two invites to one of the famous parties are secured.
“How do I look? I’m nervous!”, Taylor chirps as she comes down the stairs.
Nolan, having watched his wife defend a PhD thesis, give scientific presentations at countless conferences to hundreds of people without an ounce of visible nerves, finds this confession absurd.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about because you are absolutely brilliant and charming and funny AND these are just other couples from the neighborhood, but ALSO if you’re too nervous to attend, you look so incredibly hot that if you’d rather stay home I’d love to have you all to myself so I can rip all those nice clothes off of you.”
Taylor produces a massive grin, “maybe after!”, she replies with a wink, grabbing his hand and pulling them out the door.
It’s a short walk to the end of the cul-de-sac where the fittingly large home of Desert Palms’ unappointed royal couple sits.
“The house is obviously BEAUTIFUL, but I think the pineapple statues are a bit tacky”, Taylor whispers to Nolan as they approach.
“They used to be a sign of wealth before it was so easy to buy them at the grocery store! Plus, maybe Christina is Hawaiian?”, Nolan replies, similarly hushed.
Christina is indeed tan and beautiful, in a racially ambiguous way which could just as well be Hawaiian or Pacific Islander. Her husband is similarly pleasing to the eye. His brief career as a college rugby player before transitioning to focus on his biochemistry degree more seriously has left him still built like an athlete. He has a rugged, handsome face and is tall but thick like many a rugby player. He too is well-tanned. The couple very much look the part of the matriarch and patriarch of their quaint desert kingdom.
“Welcome in!”, Christina beckons at the door with a winning smile.
She pounces on Nolan with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek (could she be European rather than Hawaiian, Taylor wonders?). With similar warmth, she greets Taylor for the first time.
“It’s so great to finally meet you! Nolan clearly ADORES you, and now I can see why, you are absolutely gorgeous!”
Taylor replies through a blush, “It’s so great to meet you too, and you are ALSO obviously gorgeous! And thank you so much for having us, we’ve heard these parties are amazing and were so excited to be invited!”
“Well, we hope this one lives up to everything you’ve heard, and maybe surprises you a little too”, Christina responds with a cheeky wink, before grabbing Taylor and Nolan’s hands and leading them to the bar.
Behind the bar stands all 6 feet 3 inches of Alex, a shaker rattling between his hands while he entertains a nearby couple with a story told in his diminishing but still noticeable Australian accent.
“Honey, this is Nolan from work and his wife Taylor! They live right up the street, remember?”, Christina intrudes.
Turning politely from his conversation with the other couple, Alex has a quick glance over Nolan before taking his time to rake his eyes over Taylor. Despite this somewhat obvious (perhaps already drunken?) opening gesture, Alex follows politely with,
“Absolutely great to meet you, mate! Christina tells me if anything ever starts going wrong up top, you’re the bloke to see! Could I fix you both something to drink?”
“Sure!”, Taytor and Nolan reply in near unison
“Alright! And would you be interested in starting with our signature cocktail, ‘The Pineapple Express’?!”
Once again, Taylor and Nolan politely accept. As they depart the bar with their drinks in hand, Taylor whispers to Nolan,
“Are pineapples maybe actually an Australian thing?”
Nolan chuckles and shrugs. The two clink their cups together in a toast to their first ‘Christina and Alex party’, and each takes a deep sip.
“It’s delicious!”, Nolan exclaims.
Little do they know, this is when the night takes a turn.
“That Aussie makes a STRONG drink”, Taylor says to Nolan through giggles while sipping her second ‘Pineapple Express’ an hour or so later.
“I’m glad it’s not just me! I’m already getting excited to get you home”, Nolan replies lecherously. Drinking, Taylor knows, often makes her husband very horny. And maybe it’s the atmosphere or that she’s feeling sexy all dressed up, but Taylor’s mind, too, begins to wander with some interest to what might happen in the bedroom after the party. Another part of her animal brain cuts off this thought, however.
“I’ve gotta pee!”, Taylor suddenly exclaims, “I’m gonna go hunt around for a bathroom.”
Nolan, perhaps feeling a bit spurned, or maybe just drunk, replies, “Okay! I’m gonna go mingle!”
In her desperate search for the bathroom, Taylor enters a downstairs bedroom she suspects might have its own toilet. Relieved to be correct, Taylor passes what feels like a gallon of the ‘Pineapple Express’ she’s drunk so far. While drying her hands, a pair of bulky arms reach around Taylor from behind. The hands grab her breasts while the man kisses her neck. Assuming Nolan has given up mingling and come to find her, Taylor returns the affection, reaching back to feel the man’s bulge through his pants, arching her back in response to the kisses and grinding up against him. As the arms finally begin to work their way under Taylor’s shirt, reaching under her bra to massage Taylor’s tits, she finally turns around. The man with his hands all over Taylor is NOT her husband. With her hand beginning to reach down his pants, and his hands all over her tits and ass, Taylor finally looks up to find the face of a stranger.
Absolutely stunned, Taylor backs away from the man.
“What the hell! I’m married!”, she stammers, “I- I thought you were my husband!”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought you were a regular at these and when I saw you slink in here, I just assumed… I’m really so sorry!”
The man leaves the room. Taylor stands at the bathroom mirror fixing her hair and trying to compose herself. Did she just cheat on her husband? No, no she really had thought it was Nolan behind her in the darkened bathroom. But, wow… had that all been kind of… hot? Taylor felt guilty at the thought, she would of course tell Nolan everything, but she could still feel the stranger’s hands all over her, his breath on her neck. ‘I really must be drunk’, she thought. Then, ‘maybe I’m becoming like my husband’, while considering how obviously turned on she felt in this moment.
Taylor returned to the party, hoping to find her husband and maybe drag him into a bedroom to pre-game what she hoped he’d do to her when they got home. While Taylor had been searching for a place to pee, however, the party had changed dramatically.
The lights in the house were now lowered, music played over the house’s speaker system. As Taylor passed by rooms and through hallways, everywhere she looked where attractive young couples dancing, kissing, grinding. ‘Boy, this has escalated a lot’, Taylor had thought. The party had gone from dignified adult get-together to horny frat basement in a blink! She had to find Nolan.
Taylor passed through tight hallways, pressing against the bodies of the seemingly ravenous horde of partygoers. Hands whose owners she couldn’t identify squeezed her ass or caressed her tits as an incensed Taylor squeezed through, she felt erections against her backside as she slid through tightly packed groups.
Finally, Taylor managed to find Nolan. He too seemed to have succumbed somewhat to the party’s transformation. Nolan was not much of a dancer, but there he stood in the crowd, swaying as a couple of other wives from the neighborhood attempted to grind up against him. Taylor grabbed her husband’s free hand and pulled him aside; his other hand held yet another ‘pineapple express’.
“This is starting to get… weird…”, Taylor whispered into her husband’s ear.
Nolan regarded his wife with a somewhat hazy look in his eyes. He held eye contact as she spoke, for a just moment, before his gaze wandered down to her breasts.
“It’s not THAT weird!”, Nolan protested, “You just need another drink! You want a sip of mine?”
Even while Taylor had been searching for her husband, the impact of her previous ‘Pineapple Express” continued to grow more noticeable. While after her encounter in the bathroom she had been somewhat unsure of the situation despite her guilty arousal, she too was beginning to wonder what was so “weird” about the party.
“These drinks really are great! He should sell them!”, Nolan continued, “He was telling me more about what he puts in them while I was by the bar. The lab he works in makes medicine for all kinds of things: anxiety, sexual dysfunction, social disorders, and so he’s got this special blend of stuff he made that makes being drunk even better.”
Taylor is having trouble keeping her hands off her husband while he speaks, or her eyes off the many other handsome young husbands moving throughout the party.
“Turns out the extra stuff he puts in the pineapple expresses works a lot like alcohol but boosts your receptivity to sensory stimulus almost like Molly, and it’s apparently a pretty powerful aphrodisiac too.”
Taylor is no longer fully processing what her husband tells her. Her primary focus is the amazing feeling she’s getting as she presses her clit slightly against his leg while holding him tightly, looking up at him while he continues to speak.
“He promised me it’s totally safe though! And I’ve gotta say, I feel great!”
“Do you want to dance?”, Taylor offers as her only reply with a hungry look in her eye.
The pair down another ‘Pineapple Express’ each as they move throughout the dance floor. The drinks have taken almost full effect at this point, and it’s ceasing to matter exactly whose hands are caressing them while they dance. Eventually, Taylor looks around and realizes she has once again lost her husband. She is not, however, bereft of male company.
Hands grope at Taylor from all sides in the dancing crowd. She feels strong, calloused grips reaching under her clothes, pressing against her most sensitive areas. She groans as a man pulls her tight against himself from behind, rubbing his dick ferociously against her ass as his hands reach under her shirt. Like a magician, he deftly removes her bra and it disappears into the writhing darkness. The man plays with Taylors erect nipples from behind while continuing to grind up against her. Another man approaches from the front and begins kissing Taylor. While his mouth explores hers, his hands reach into her pants to caress her now soaking wet pussy over her panties. Sandwiched between the two men, a passing thought for her husband once again juts through the horny haze of Taylor’s mind. She squeezes from out between the two men, more than a bit disappointed to leave behind all the pleasant sensation.
Beginning to search again for Nolan, Taylor notes that the party has taken yet another, more salacious turn. While Taylor has managed only to have her bra stolen from her, many of the partygoers are now in even more extreme states of undress. “Regulars” who knew what to expect when they came had clearly arrived wearing lingerie beneath their clothes, which they were now stripped down into. Others were already fully nude. In some corners and inside some bedrooms which Taylor passed, men received blowjobs from women who may or may not have been their wives. Women were being fingered or stripped down by men who were almost certainly not their husbands.
When Taylor finally manages to find Nolan, two women are on their knees in front of him as he sits down on a couch, his shirt unbuttoned all the way to expose his bare chest.
“I should just check in with my wife.”, he coos to the women, more an enticing tease than a refusal of what they clearly aim to do next.
And just like that, his wife arrives, peering at him from across the room. A logical part of Taylor’s mind which remains active below her arousal feels a pang of jealousy or anger at the scene. The eager, feral, lusty side which currently prevails, however, sees the situation as what it is: permission. As Taylor watches the two women begin to remove her husband’s trousers, she turns to leave. Now she can really enjoy the party.
The handsome lawyer from up the street is easy to find in the crowd. He’s a good deal taller than most of the neighborhood men and certainly burlier. When she finally manages to spot him, Taylor is only relieved someone else hasn’t beaten her to her goal.
Their eyes meet from across the room, and it’s clear from the look in his eyes that the attraction she has felt to him while passing each other on their respective morning runs has been mutual. In her normal state, Taylor might never have given how handsome she found the man a second thought, but now- with her libido ramped to the max- some devil on her shoulder whispers that she should let him put a baby inside her. This feeling too, is apparently mutual. Once the two lock eyes, the man makes a beeline towards Taylor. They meet immediately with rabid tongues and uninhibited hands. He presses her up against a wall, grasping her by the ass and lifting her up to straddle him as they make out in full view of the guests in this particular room of the house’s many rooms. Holding her aloft, she feels his bulge press up against her opening. She gyrates her hips, trying to feel every detail of his cock against her through his pants. She pants into his ear as he whispers into hers,
“I’ve been hoping to see you at one of these parties since you moved in.”
This pushes Taylor even further over some edge, and she replies simply, “we need to find a bedroom, now.”
He carries her to a nearby door. The ease with which he finds the nearest bedroom indicates that he’s done this here many times before. As they pass through the doorway, Taylor’s hands unbuckle his belt and reach down to feel his massive cock in her hands.
They burst into the bedroom, and the man throws Taylor onto the bed. The adjoined bathroom door is closed, but the running water fails to drown out the sound of a man and woman fucking in the shower. Taylor and her new partner may be the second to use this particular bed tonight. She doesn’t care. The way he begins to tear off her remaining clothes indicates he doesn’t either. In a state of lust which clearly has been building for quite some time, the man begins to remove Taylor’s shirt. When the process of unfastening each button becomes to slow, he tears the remainder open. The sound of buttons hitting the hard wood floor harmonizes with the sounds of moaning and running water. Taylor has begun to remove her pants while the clatter rings in her ears. Taylor now lays on her back in only her panties, legs spread for the animal. He lowers his pants, then his underwear. His cock rockets up to attention as it passes the elastic of his briefs. Taylor can’t tell if it’s just the lust from her pineapple haze, or if it’s the biggest she’s ever seen. Rather than pound straight into her, the man pulls her panties to the side and situates the bottom of his cock against her sopping opening. He begins to slide it up and down her, wetting his dick while prodding her clit with his tip with each pass up and down.
“I’ve waited long enough for this; so, I’m going to take my time using you”, the man growls into her ear.
He begins to choke her with one hand while each pass of his dick’s tip against her clit edges Taylor ever closer to the edge. His other hands squeezes her tit firmly before focusing in on her nipple. Taylor’s back arches in response to this new stimulation. The man senses her pleasure and lowers his head to begin playing with her other nipple with his teeth.
His hands squeezing her neck, her nipples rock hard, his cock dangerously closer to sliding into her with each stroke, Taylor’s logical mind returns for a fleeting moment. “Am I really about to let another man fuck me while my husband is in the other room?” The thought is dashed as the tip of his cock, now soaked by her dripping pussy, dips slightly into her opening as his body angles up. Taylor moans a deep longing moan at the teasing stretch. Once again sensing her pleasure, the man continues to rhythmically press into the shallowest part of her cunt. He pulls himself fully out of her, before pressing just the tip back into her. With each exit and reinsertion, he pressed himself slightly deeper into her. With each thrust, Taylor thinks he can’t possibly have more to give; and with the next, she receives a pleasant surprise.
At last, he presses himself fully into Taylor, the tip of his cock pressing against the very back of her cunt. Taylor moans again at the mix of pleasure and pain. The man removes himself, spins Taylor’s body around to lie flat on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed and begins to pound her mouth with his cock.
“You’re going to suck it until you stop tasting yourself and it starts to taste a little… salty. Once you’ve done that, I’ll let you have it back inside your cunt. Understand?”
Taylor nods in response, his cock still deep in her mouth. Taylor takes him into her mouth with an animal intensity, as eager to have him back into her greedy cunt as she is to taste the salty preview of what she hopes he’ll leave inside her.
The man groans as she works her mouth up and down his shaft, dancing her tongue around his sensitive tip.
The man removed himself from Taylor’s mouth; she lays panting, saliva dripping down her face. He leans in to whisper in Taylor’s ear, suddenly deadly serious.
“You and I are going to make a deal to keep a little secret. There’s only one rule at these parties: no one is allowed to risk an embarrassing pregnancy. Now, here’s the deal: I’m going to fuck that tight, wet pussy of yours as hard as I want, I’m going to fill it up with every last drop of cum like I want. In exchange, I won’t tell your husband anything we did in here tonight.”
Not waiting to receive any agreement to his terms, the man rolls Taylor back over, spreads her legs again, and thrusts himself into her. He pounds and pounds, choking her again, now with both hands. Her pussy begins to convulse slightly as her body tries to gasp for air. He releases his grip as he begins to climax, pushing himself as deeply into her as he can. The stretching deepness of him, the sudden rush of air to her brain as he releases his grip on her neck, and the warm burst of his load inside her send Taylor over the edge as well. She cums along with the man, per pulsating cunt sucking up every last drop of his forbidden seed. The man collapses on top of Taylor. They’ve both cum, but the effects of the ‘Pineapple Express’ linger still.
“Remember our deal”, he growls again into her ear.
He then removes himself, redresses partially, and returns to the party, perhaps to find his next prey.
Taylor and Nolan lie in bed the next morning. The night is an absurd blur of sound, sight, and sensation. Neither is the jealous type, but this scenario may have pressed them to their limits. Still, they cuddle peacefully, each emanating a certain contented glow. “Maybe it’s just better not to know”, each thinks to themselves. The effects of their horny haze having fully dissipated, Nolan asks the all-important question, the only one which seems to matter to either of them:
“So… would you go back?”
Taylor pretends to ponder this for a moment, then replies,