"So what's the dress code for an orgy?" I asked Debby. "I haven't talked to Jerry since we had that dinner." The next day, Jerry had gone for a week to a convention. An accountant's convention, now that must be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn't know Jerry or accountants as well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things out.

I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. "Supposed to be informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear. They tend to get lost or mixed up."

"Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?"

"Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year's they make dressier. And in October the party is in costumes."

"Costumes?"

"Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack, and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman."

"That would be interesting."

Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby laughed and put on her robe. "Save it for later."

I snorted. "One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one of you is going to be on the rag."