The Dinner Party

Sam had moved in with me almost a month ago. She is the daughter of my next-door neighbours of twenty-five years. Bob and Sue and I had become good friends. I had baby-sat Sam on several occasions when she was little, and as she grew up we became good friends. Until a month ago – when she became my girlfriend.

It had happened so quickly, and out of the blue a fantasy had become a reality. Since then my house had gone from a bachelor pad to a couple’s home, and I was on cloud nine. We had new crockery and cutlery, and the kitchen cupboards and drawers were full of a variety of implements I had no idea what they were for. The local charity shop was bulging with our cast-offs. I had redecorated a couple of the rooms, with more still to do. We had new bedding, and there were vases of flowers and knick-knacks around the place. Sam was a fabulous cook, and I had probably put on a few pounds.

In the interests of full disclosure, I feel I should mention that Sam is half my age. Her parents are the same age as me.

You can read more about how we became an item in “The Neighbour”.

I had suggested we invite her parents for dinner, and Sam was eager. It would be the first time Bob and Sue had been in my – our – transformed home, and the first time we had entertained as a couple.

Sam was a veggie and, although I had not (yet?) converted, I was eating more vegetarian meals, and I was enjoying them. Sam wasn’t averse to cooking the occasional meat meal for me, although I suspected it was inevitable that I would become a veggie sooner or later. The evening Sue and Bob came round was going to be a veggie meal, but Sam wanted it to be a surprise. It was my job to arrange the drinks, and Sam would attend to the food. As it was the beginning of autumn I lit a wood fire in the lounge. It wasn’t really necessary but it would add a certain something to the atmosphere of the evening.

The day before the dinner, Sam had had a big Waitrose delivery of most of the ingredients she needed. For my part I had been to a couple of supermarkets to get a selection of drinks.

Bob and Sue arrived promptly at eight. They popped their heads into the kitchen briefly to say hello to their daughter. Sue offered to help but got a flee in her ear – in the nicest possible way.

I offered aperitifs. Sue had a gin and It, and Bob and I had beers. I had got in some bottles of Old Peculier, Old Hooky and Dogs Bollocks, as well as a selection of Belgian beers. Sam already had a bottle of wine and a glass in the kitchen.

“Sam looks very happy,” Bob commented.

“I love her to bits,” I admitted. “I feel like a kid again!”

“Glad to hear it,” said Sue. “She needs...”

“Not now, love,” interrupted Bob.

“No, perhaps not,” she muttered, as she continued, “Your house looks more like a home, now, Mike, you know.”

“Yes,” I said. “She has certainly introduced a feminine touch. When I think of what a tomboy she used to be…” I smiled at the thought.

Sue laughed. “I like your beard,” she said, changing the subject. “It suits you.”

“Thanks. It is also partly Sam’s influence,” I admitted. “I had often thought of growing a beard before, but it seems to grow so slowly. Sam was very keen on my growing a beard.”

“It gives you a distinguished look,” said Bob, laughing. I nodded my thanks at the compliment.

It wasn’t long before Sam called us to the dining room, where there was a wonderful spread set before us. There were a couple of veggie curries, several side dishes, a cashew and veg stir fry, rice, naan bread and onion bhajis.

It looked enough to feed six at least.

“Wow, Sam, this looks amazing,” I said, kissing her on the lips. Sue and Bob expressed their agreement. Sam beamed.

I served wine while our guests helped themselves to some of the goodies. There was little talking as we tucked in.

For dessert, Sam had made a fruits of the forest sorbet and a strawberry cheesecake. None of us had room for the cheesecake, so we all settled for sorbet.

After dinner, we sat round the fire and I put on some soft music.

“It’s lovely and warm in hear. Why don’t we play strip poker dice,” suggested Sam.

I was too surprised to say anything, and I must have shown it. Bob and Sue didn’t seem phased.

“I’m up for it if Mike is,” said Sue, seeing my glazed look. Bob agreed.

“Well, yes, okay,” I muttered.

“Are you sure, darling?” asked Sam.

A bit more collected now. “Yes, sure,” I said, nodding, and, wondering what I had let myself in for, I put another log on the fire.

Sam brought out a set of poker dice I didn’t even know she had.

“I think our guests should go first,” I suggested, handing the dice to Sue.

Sue shook the dice in her hands and rolled them out onto the coffee table. Four Jacks. It was a good first throw. Sue passed the dice to Bob who threw three Kings and two Nines, a Full House. Sam went next and threw four Aces. I threw and a got a measly pair of Tens. With all eyes on me, and Sam giving me one of her sweet smiles and a wink, I sighed and removed my right slipper.

As we continued playing the little piles of discarded clothes grew bigger. It was strange as slowly everyone was removing their clothes. I had been afraid I would embarrass myself and get an erection, but happily that wasn’t happening. I topped up the drinks from time to time. We were all on wine. Mike and I on red, and the ladies on white.

Mike and I were a similar build, although I was taller, and we both had a bit of middle-age spread. Sue had a lovely figure and was in great shape, and of a slightly bigger build than Sam.

After a while I was down to my underpants, Sam still had on a pale blue lacy bra and her slacks. She looked adorable. Bob was still in his trousers, and Sue still had on her top and trousers. I lost the next round, too, and, as I removed my underpants the three of them clapped, and Sam blew me a kiss. I felt a little self-conscious, but not as embarrassed as I thought I would. Would this have been easier or more difficult with strangers, I wondered.

The three of them continued to play as I watched. Next out was Sam. She still had her light-brown pubes shaved in a heart shape, and I saw that both her parents noticed but quickly looked away. I looked at her with longing.

After the next round Bob was out, and he duly removed his underpants. Sue still had on her bra and panties, and I must say she looked very sexy.

With the game over, we sat for a while in our states of undress, unsure of what to do or say. Eventually Bob announced, “It’s probably time we went home and left you two to yourselves.” Sue nodded agreement.

As they started to get dressed Sue said, “There’s no point in you two love-birds getting dressed. You’ll be wanting to get your hands on each other, I have no doubt.” Sam and I grinned and gave each other a look of longing.

Bob looked a little embarrassed as he kissed his naked daughter goodnight. Sue clearly had no problem, and she seemed not to mind kissing me goodnight in my birthday suit. Bob and I shook hands.

“Thank you both for a lovely time, and Sam for a wonderful meal,” said Sue.

“Yes, thank you,” repeated Bob, looking from Sam to me. “Perhaps we can repeat this at our house one day?”

When they had left, I pulled Sam to me and hugged her, feeling her naked body against mine, and catching a faint waft of her feminine scent. I kissed her with passion, and I started to feel a stiring in my loins. Sam felt it, too. Reaching between my legs, she stroked my growing member and whispered, “Let’s put this to good use, shall we? We can clear up in the morning.”

As we made our way upstairs, I said, “I love you, Sam. It has been a wonderful evening. Thank you.”

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