I remembered my stage name. “Mike,” I replied, shaking their hands.
“Gosh, we never knew about this place until six months ago. It sure is a step up from Vegas and other people’s homes, wouldn’t you say?”
I nodded, “Well, uh, this is my first time. Our first time, actually.”
The wife gave a look of surprise, “Well hey, how about that? We like to give newcomers a free time on my girls. This one is Bertha, and this one is Bonnie.”
I gave a sly smile in response to her joke, but she wasn’t kidding.
“Come on now,” she said putting her hand on the back of her head, “Ya’ll know your limits and a little suck off a tittie can’t be out of bounds.”
I looked behind me and couldn’t find Sarah. I felt I had to oblige, so I leaned down and gave the woman’s nipple a light peck.
She scoffed at me, “No honey, that’s not how this group does things.”
She leaned in and started to kiss me. I wasn’t terribly attracted to her, but it was my first time truly cheating on my wife with another woman that wasn’t….well….my own daughter. I opened up a bit and left myself enjoy it. When her tongue escaped mine, I leaned down and gave her the old Harvard-try at a nipple taste. She rubbed the back of my head and was smiling when I was done.
“See? Now we’re a little connected, a little closer. It’s a beautiful thing.”
I looked over at the husband, who didn’t look to be much more than a doormat. He was balding, out of shape, and had this little sunken face that matched his short height and frame. I felt a bit repulsed realizing how ho-hum it was to sexuall touch another woman my age. I realized the swinging fantasies I’d held onto all these years were a little…embellished. It was a bummer.
“Say, did you walk in with the young blonde? She sure is striking…”
I nodded, “That’s my wife. Cindy.”
He nodded, “She got my juices flowing as you can see,” he smiled, showing some yellow teeth as he pointed to the bulge showing in his pants. The thought of him so much as looking at my daughter made me want to punch him into oblivion.
“And she’s off to an early start…” the wife said, “She sure isn’t shy…”
I turned around and noticed the crowd of people formed in the corner. The rest of the ballroom was sparse at best, probably occupied by couples with a wife who refused to let their men gawk at Sarah out of jealousy. I made my way to the pack.
She was in the middle of a crowd of men, mostly surrounding herself with the younger set, the ones with the tattoos, Ed Hardy shirts and chiseled bodies. The real scummy single guys who don’t know another way to get laid than to pay an entry fee. Her arms were laid back across the shoulders of one, while another was in front, more men along her sides. A hand would reach out and grab her tit from her dress, anonymously, copping a feel. The guy behind her held her around tummy, possessing her. She wore a bright smile, making everything seem so playful.
“I already had two shots, but I’ll have another,” she said, accepting a drink. An eighteen year old with three shots of hard liquor wasn’t someone with solid judgement.
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