Pajama Party Memory

Pajama Party MemoryPajama Party Instead of teen girls going to a slumber party, pajama party, or teen sleepover, we grownups sometimes go in for nostalgic fun in our PJs. I was already in my early 30s when I went to my last pajama party. Those attending included married couples, single women, and single men. We knew everyone from previous outings, cookouts, and parties but some we only knew in passing. My husband and I were eager to go when we learned who would be coming. There were going to be lots of fun, sweet, and attractive people. The party was in a nice two-story brick farm home. By 9:00 pm all the guests had arrived so in addition to Mr. and Mrs. host, my husband and I, we had two other married couples, a boyfriend-girlfriend couple, two single women, and one single man for a total of 13. For our late supper we had fried catfish, grilled salmon, crab cakes, hushpuppies, green bean casserole, corn-on-the-cob, carrot cake and chocolate cake. My husband wore a cowboy style union suit with the trapdoor in the back. I wore a semi-sheer knee-length nightie with nothing underneath. The other guys were decked out in everything from sophisticated pajamas with bathrobe to just boxers made from super soft thick cotton. The other girls were outfitted in a variety sleepwear from daring negligees to thick one-piece PJs with footsies. The important thing is that there were lots of hot guys, beautiful girls turning them on, and so the night was filled with lustful promise. As the party got into full swing the girl causing the biggest sensation was not blonde Karen in her very sheer negligee even though I?ll admit she looked great. The girl driving the guys crazy was brunette Wendy in her guy pajamas. At first glance she seemed well-covered and concealed. But these boy PJs had a fly and it gaped a bit giving peeks at her dark pubic hair. She, like me, understood that you shouldn?t wear undies under PJs. Her top covered her pretty well but when she moved she had a pronounced jiggle at the bust line. Wendy was married to David but they were both party footloose and I wondered who would wind up with a piece of that shapely brunette tail. The closest thing to a wallflower at the party was Lee Ann. She had heard that I was experienced in girl-girl play and to my surprise was eyeing me and seemed interested. I had my sights on Ron who was the boyfriend of blonde Karen. I did not care for Karen and I?ve always considered boyfriends, unlike husbands, as being fair game and circulating freely in the free market economy of dating and sex. Since Lee Ann was shadowing me, I struck up a conversation with her. She was not unattractive but was less flashy than most of the party goers. Lee Ann had dated a loser for about a year and had recently and wisely broken up with him. Maybe this apparent lesbian interest in me was due to a rebound thing due to being jerked around by a jerk. I asked her about any guys that were on her radar. She said she had a couple of fellas that she found interesting but hadn?t scored any dates. Lee Ann scoped out my tits and my bush that could barely be seen through my nightie. I really wanted a guy to put the moves on her but none were coming through with Lee Ann lust. I excused myself from her when I spotted a good opportunity to approach Ron who was now away from Karen. Ron and I had been lovers a couple of times over a year before. We had great sex together but did not have much of a relationship outside of sex. On this night I was horny for Ron the stud so while chatting with him I gave signals that I was interested. He was using his radar to look through my semi-sheer nightie so I figured he must have some interest but of course Karen was about and they were in an exclusive romantic relationship. I decided to put my cards on the table and put Ron?s fidelity to the test. I asked Ron if he wanted to have a quick word with me in the upstairs green bedroom. I could hear Karen?s voice in the kitchen so we had a clear path to the stairs. We climbed the stairs and entered the green bedroom and I shut the door. I immediately pulled off his PJ shorts (he was not wearing a top) and I pushed him back down on the bed. He looked a bit bewildered but he had a nice erection. In one smooth motion I pulled my nightie off over my head and climbed on top of Ron. For a second I sat astride his tummy but before even kissing him I moved my slit up and slid down perfectly onto his shaft. Ron was deep inside me and I made the silly statement, ?You didn?t think I would really do it?. And then like a good cowgirl I rode his dick. The door wasn?t locked and anyone may have opened up to check if the room was available but I didn?t care. I was getting a good stud. His cock felt great and as I made my rider posting motions some slurpy sounds were coming from my wet and fertile pussy. Ron was giving my big jugs the hand bra treatment and we picked up a good fucking rhythm. I could feel his dick head up inside sliding past my cervix in my back and forth cowgirl movements. I?m not a girl with a ?G-spot? as it is the vagina as a whole and the clit that really work for me. There is a little more sensation near and around the pussy opening but this time it seemed there was a lot going on deep too. I was not on birth control and had not even mentioned pulling out and I was too zoned to think about anything other than this is great sex. One reason I was so insanely horny is because I?m always hornier during the fertile part of my cycle. I certainly didn?t have my hubby?s permission to get carelessly pregnant by random studs. I would raise the baby if I got pregnant but it would not be smart because I already knew my husband?s sperm was great for making beautiful offspring. But at this moment I was still carried away and feeling like I had plenty of time before Ron?s cum would be shooting out. We were really connected and locking up in a great copulation. He had me lean in a little more at times so he could suck my nipples. He sucked them hard. I pulled my breasts free and bounced on him some more and achieved orgasms. And for the first time in ages I vocalized my orgasm with high girlie cum cries. Anyone upstairs could have heard that the busty blonde was getting a really good fuck. The post-orgasm clear vision brought me to reality and I became conscious of sperm control. I dismounted from my stud. Ron, was alarmed by my loud high-pitched sing song orgasm vocalizations and must have expected Karen to come waltzing in in her transparent negligee and carrying a baseball bat. I threw on my nightie and Ron pulled on his shorts. He still had his erection so I fished it out and hand stroked it furiously and giving interludes of blowing him too. Semen suddenly filled my mouth, and startled I pulled my mouth off his dick. Other spurts of semen hit the top of my nightie as some from my mouth streamed down to my bust. Soon Ron?s dick was no longer erect. And we were back in our pajamas. But my semi-sheer frosty light blue nightie sure showed the wet cum spots all around the bust area where guys are always looking anyway. I told Ron to head out while I went to the adjoining bathroom to thin out the cum streams on my delicate nightie material. When I went downstairs I had a moist nightie but one that no longer had apparent cum globs. Since it was semi-sheer I figured it would dry quickly as I moved about. But it was still wet and now very sheer and really showing the tits the moist material was clinging to. The guys enjoyed the view of my tits through my nightie and of course they could make out the bush too. I lifted the nightie a little as I sat on a bar stool so that my bare bottom would be on the stool. I was still well-d****d but now most of my thighs showed. I could still hear some conversation about Wendy and understood she was now upstairs in the blue bedroom watching a couple go at it. The action and spectators upstairs made the downstairs rather empty. Lee Ann came in and was looking at me so I motioned her over to the next bar stool. She looked kinda cute in her pajama short shorts and button down the front top affixed with just two over-sized buttons. She complimented my nightie so I lifted up a section of the side to show my bare hip with skin up above my waist and I said that I never liked to wear undies under PJs. She said I looked so wonderful. I asked her if she was wearing anything under her PJs. She said she was wearing panties but no bra. Of course being the smaller side of B-cup or larger side of A-cup it was less apparent than with others. We talked about who the guys were talking about and she agreed that Wendy was the party sensation even though Karen had the most daring display of T