He said his plans are now changed if there is a party at Jon's. I called Jon back and let him know we would love to come, when should we be there, wha... should we bring, and what to expect! Jon said bring our selves and be ready to have fun as the plan was for early snacks, plenty of drinks, and a late dinner followed by suit optional swimming, with music and games around the pool and patio area. Be at his house as soon after 5 PM on Friday as we liked and plan on staying till Sunday. I guess I was as fucking wrong about that as I'd been about everything else. He was a smug bastard, from the supercilious smile on his face, to the way he gently reached out and took Tammy's hand, no one would ever have suspected that this asshole was fucking my wife. I had to keep it together.My rage was building and people around the table with the exception of my mother in law, who was so zonked out on her cocktail of medications, that she could barely function, and the baby, had probably. “What if I said yes?” I heard him say. I looked up to find his eyes fixated on my small chest.“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. You’d have complete freedom to say stop. And I don’t plan to have sex with you. Nothing against you, I just think it should be saved for someone you really care about.”“Well, uh, I’ve always wanted to kiss a girl and stuff. I thought it would happen after college.” “It could happen now if you want.” I looked at the clock then back at him. “We have about 2 hours. When I nodded in assent, she continued, "Well, we have got to get you out of those sweats. You can't just look like every day is wash day."I didn't feel that was completely fair, since I had changed clothes at least twice. True, both times it was into sweats, and I hadn't been sleeping nude anymore, but what did they expect me to do.It turns out that when you are flat broke but need clothes fast; you shop at the thrift store. All three girls in the house coerced me into it, Courtney joining in.