“There he is!” she said, pointing at me, “Let my husband through.”
It wasn’t only men in the room. Some of the more open-minded and enterprising women were also around. Or perhaps they wanted to keep an eye on their husband so their jealousies could reach fever pitch.
I pushed my way through the crowd to her. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me on to a wine-shelf, maybe a foot wide, just large enough to perch on. She stood between my legs, sat on my lap, and looked over the men she’d chosen. They all had their pants down, their eyes darting between her eyes and her breasts…the same way I had at the dinner table weeks earlier.
“You,” she pointed to the old black man. He was gray and balding, a navy tattoo on his arm. A solid gut was in front of him, but he looked like a sane adult at least. No evidence of drugs, or aggression…yet.
“You’re bigger than my husband. My husband Mike,” she said, laughing drunkenly, “Come here, let me tell you a story.”
He smiled and said, “Ok, ok,” like a nervous flirt on a first date.
She laid back across my chest, inviting the man to suck on her chest. He did so, and the top of his head was inches from my face. Watching another man do this to her up close was an emotional firestorm for me. I’d have given anything to smack the hell out of him, either as a father or a lover, or both. I was trapped. I started to see where her game was going…or so I thought.
His head rose up and they kissed. Not like feral lovers, but like two old souls deeply in love. She really knew how to bring the artificial girlfriend experience. The man was totally at her mercy.
“You can put it in,” she whispered to him, “Rip off my panties.”
She sat back, and he instead took them off slowly, to her chagrin. He stepped into her circle, and slid it inside, gently.
“Aahhhh,” she cooed, quenching her thirst. There were a few catcalls and claps from the crowd. The younger, tattooed man reached in and licked her tit. She rubbed the back of his head, then gently nudged him so he withdrew. She wanted a one-on-one show.
“Go slow and steady, I want it to last. You older guys are good at that.”
The man obliged and slowly pistoned his way in and out of her. I was holding my own daughter as she lay exposed, a stranger’s cock inside her.
“Are you on the pill, baby?” he asked.
“Nnnooo,” she said breathily, “Do you care?”
The foolish smile on his face was all she needed in reply.
“Mmmmm, are you married?” she asked, her eyes becoming glossy as she put her hands on his hips.
“Yea,” he grunted.
“Is she here? Does she know you’re here?”
“No, uh uh,” he replied.
She sort of grinded into him and opened her mouth wide. A few cat calls came from the crowd.
“Do you have kids?”
The man would tell her his taxes line by line if she wanted. That was the only way she was getting away with this.
“Yea, three.”
She purred, “So you can make a baby.”
They laid into each other for a moment, and she rubbed his chest.
“I’m not married,” she said.
“Oh yea?” the man said, glancing at me, “Then who’s that?”
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