Recently my husband and I went to a party at the house of a couple we met through mutual friends. When we arrived, about half past ten, everything was in full swing, with dancing and free-flowing drinks. My husband, not much of a drinker, was soon passed out on a chair in the corner of the living room.
I went on dancing with a few guys who’d been plying me with drinks. I was wearing a mid-thigh-length black minidress, cut low in front and back, with matching black lace bra, French-cut panties and sheer black stockings. Often while dancing I felt hands on my tits and ass. One guy even put his hands under my skirt.
At one point I was sitting beside my husband while talking to a nice black guy named Sanford, who started to rub my thighs! I glanced nervously at my husband, but he was oblivious. As Sanford’s hand crept higher and disappeared under my skirt to my panty-clad pussy, I had to push him away so as not to draw attention.
Someone suggested a game of musical chairs, where the guys would sit on the chairs and the women would dance around and try to find an available lap to sit on when the music stopped. I was groped up by most all of the guys, which got some of the wives a little jealous.
On the second round I sat on Sanford, who squeezed my tits and rubbed my thighs while the next chair was taken away. Next I sat on Jimmy, who was bold like Sanford and went so far as to pull my panty aside and slip a finger inside me before I pushed him away.
I was very turned on by now, and very drunk. Next I got Sanford again, and he did the same thing Jimmy did. This time I stood up so quickly, I didn’t get to readjust the crotch of my panty. So when the four of us remaining women danced around again and the music stopped and I sat down on Jimmy, who had his zipper down and his big black cock out, he guided it right in my pussy. I’m sure more than a few people noticed when my eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped.
Jimmy met resistance as he pulled me down the rest of the way. I moaned, and was so startled, I tried to get up, but I didn’t want to make a scene. Then I felt his hot come spurting inside me as he held me tight. I climaxed too from the excitement.
When it was time for the next round, my pussy made a pop sound as I pulled off of Jimmy. When the music started again, I made my way around on wobbly legs, with come running down my thighs to my stocking tops. This time I didn’t get a seat, so I was out of the game.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. While I was in there, Sanford knocked and asked if he could come in. He said he wanted me in a bad way and couldn’t wait to touch me. I was in heaven. It was more than I’d hoped for. He grabbed me and kissed me, then reached under my skirt and rubbed my pussy, still dripping with Jimmy’s come. He spun me around, bent me over the vanity top and yanked my panties down to my knees. As he spread my legs, he asked if he should stop. I was so turned on, there was no way I wanted him to stop. I heard him unzip and drop his pants, then felt his cockhead enter my pussy.
Sanford fucked me really hard, and I was moaning and panting loudly. Even when someone knocked on the door, he kept pounding my tender pussy. Suddenly he lunged in and held my hips tight as he filled me with come. Then he held me until he came down.
As he pulled out of my pussy, he said he knew one hole Jimmy hadn’t had yet, and started to work his cock up my ass. I’d never been fucked in the ass before, but when he asked if he should pull out, once again I was caught up in the moment and said no. He worked that monster up my ass. When he got it in, he fucked me steady, not hard, and I just moaned and moaned. Finally he came in my ass. It felt wonderful.
Then he pulled out and helped me clean up saying that he wanted to see me again if he could. I was unbelievably turned on as I pulled up my panties, straightened my skirt and went to rejoin the party. I found my husband, got him in the car and drove us home. I never did tell him what happened that night.–Name and address withheld