Annie said, “What’s in this for me? You two have bet money on the outcome, but what about little old me?”

“What do you want?”

She licked her lips. Dare she ask, she wondered, and then expressed her desire. “I want the three of you to take me simultaneously.”

“Done!” Joe said shaking his head in surprised approval. Agreement had formed on the lips of both Bea and Perry as well, but went unspoken.

“All right then,” Annie said and raised her dress to her waist. Her purple thong seemed to sparkle in the dimly lit den.

The bet was a draw, but Annie now had three lovers all to herself.

Joe seemed surprised at this turn of events. He glanced at Perry Dunlap, caught his eye and said, "Who wants to go first?"

“I do,” Bea replied immediately.

“Good idea,” Perry quickly followed.

“It’s fine with me,” Annie said, making it unanimous.

The two women kissing on the other couch stopped what they were doing and looked up. Bea turned around so Annie could unzip her dress. Underneath the pale yellow dress, she wore a bra and panties of the same pastel hue. She and Annie sat down on the couch next to her husband.

"Maria? Connie? Care to join us?" Joe asked the two women on the couch.

“I thought it would be a threesome,” Annie said, but didn’t sound disapproving at all.

“I thought the more the merrier, not so?” Joe said calmly as the two women got up from the couch and sat on the carpet next to Annie and Bea.

Introductions were made, Maria was a blonde like Bea, roughly the same age, but voluptuous instead of petite. Connie was a slender woman with raven black hair, slightly older, with creamy skin that bore only a hint of makeup. Annie thought there was something striking about her, a chiseled nose, a delicate chin, and deep blue eyes that seemed to look right through her. The two women sat across from the others, their hands intertwined.

"May I?" Bea asked her hand already at the bodice of Annie’s dress. Annie nodded her approval, and Bea removed the dress from Annie’s lithe body, leaving her in only the purple thong.

"Lovely," she said, reaching over to cup Annie’s breasts. "Aren't they beautiful, Perry?"

"Wonderful," Perry said and his eyes lingered upon Annie’s perfect globes before returning to his wife, Bea, and nodding.

Annie felt an inner twinge of excitement. It was about to begin.

Bea began by playing with each of Annie’s breasts, leaning slightly to kiss the stiff nipples. Annie looked over at Joe, who smiled back at her and for a moment Annie furtively wished it were his lips at her breast instead of Bea’s.

"Maria? Why don’t you have at the other one?" Perry said invitingly.

“Thank you, Perry, I’d like nothing better!” the voluptuous blonde laughed and moving in to join Annie and Bea on the couch hefted the free breast to her face and began to suck on the stiffened nipple before her.

“Is there anything quite like the sound of a tit being sucked?" Joe said.

“Mmmm, possibly that of a cock being sucked; but it’s just semantics, pure and simple, Joe.”

“Either way, I think it’s hot as hell,” the slender woman named Connie offered up. Both men nodded at her approvingly and Joe gripped the cheeks of her narrow ass with his large hand.

“Should I lose my dress, Joe?” Connie inquired coquettishly.

“Not quite yet, Connie; although I do want to get into that little ass of yours before the night’s over.”

“Ohhh, you always say that!” she said happily.

“Perry, why don’t you check under that thong and see how wet our Annie is?”

“Splendid idea, Joe!” Perry said and he moved the purple thong to one side and ran a finger up and down Annie’s vaginal opening.

“She’s just about flooded, Joe,” he responded.

“Well have at it, Perry. That’s what the lady wants. Give her your best!”

And as Perry began eating Annie’s cunt, Joe stood up and cradled her face in his hands, then wiped her hair back off her eyes and kissed her.

Annie hadn’t expected either Perry’s mouth on her pussy or Joe’s on her lips, but she welcomed them both. This is heavenly, she thought, the girls on my tits and the guys on my lips. I never thought ….

Suddenly, it seemed like the room got brighter to her. The music became louder, clearer; the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she felt a sort of preamble to her usual orgasm which was quite unusual. Its gonna be a big one, she told herself. A really big one!

Perry had two fingers fingering her while he licked feverously at her engorged clit.

Connie was alternating biting and then flicking the nipple she had with her tongue.

Joe continued kissing Annie, and she him, licking the bottom of her tongue with his then mashing their mouths together and gnawing on one another’s lips.

Bea was sucking hard on the nipple she had started with and was now fingering herself with her free hand.

Joe ended his kissing and stood up and called out, “All rightie … let’s all have a round on Annie!’

This meant nothing to poor Annie, but the others quickly left off whatever body part they had been playing with leaving her writhing and unfulfilled on the couch.

“Perry get her arms … Bea, Maria take a leg and let’s move her to the table in the center of the room.”

"What---what’s going on?” Annie wailed, uncertain as to what they were doing as they carried her across to the table and laid her down.

“Please stay there while we get set up,” Joe told her casually.

"But I don't . . .” Annie protested as she started to rise.

"That's not what he means, silly," Bea said. "Here, scoot around sideways." She tugged at Annie’s legs, pulling them into her lap as Perry scooted behind her and sat on a low stool then maneuvered Annie so that her back rested on his thighs and her head ended up in Joe's lap.

"Hold still, my purple-thonged beauty," Perry said with a wry laugh, then accepted a shot glass from Connie and after toasting her, slowly poured the contents (tequila) evenly between her breasts while Bea worked the purple throng off Annie’s lithe body.

"Oh, what a lovely pussy," Maria said.

"She's shaved her bush the way you do, leaving some hair but not so much as to be troublesome," Connie said.

“I hate to say it, but that tickles,” Annie said laughingly as Perry leaned over her and began lapping the tequila up.

“We’d pour the booze between your legs but the ladies tell us it’s bad for the skin tissues in both the vagina and anus … so we’ll switch to something more soothing when that time comes,” Perry told her as his penis pressed against her right shoulder.

“Can I take care of that for you?” Annie inquired.

“Oh, certainly, but not just yet; ah, here comes Bea with the honey.”

“Honey!” Annie cried out in alarm. “Ewe, that’s so … so sticky!”

“Not the way we use it, darling,” Bea laughed lewdly. “Joe, be a dear and lift Annie’s legs for me, will you?”

Joe did exactly as asked, leaving Annie’s genitals and rectum fully exposed to the onlookers. Bea, still laughing began applying generous amounts of honey to the exposed area covering it entirely in a matter of seconds before stepping back with a look of bemused satisfaction on her face.

“Who’s going first?” Bea asked. The voluptuous Maria moved between Annie’s legs and said, “I love a sweet asshole!”

Everyone, including Annie, laughed as she drove her face into Annie’s anus, snorting and slurping like a pig. Seconds later, she backed off slightly and called out, “Someone stick something--anything--up my ass, will ya, please?”

Connie was the first to react, jamming a finger up her ass and eliciting a satisfied moan from Maria as she continued analizing Annie’s asshole.

Perry placed a hand on Connie’s neck and with light pressure, brought her head down so that his cock was within inches of her mouth. She knew what was expected of her and began fellating him.

When Maria backed away from Annie, Bea took her place, only she went for Annie’s pussy and licked and sucked so feverously that Annie came bucking so wildly that both men had to stop what they were doing to keep her on the table.

Bea wasn’t done with her just yet and guided Annie’s hand to Joe’s crotch. She took his cock in her hand, feeling it grow between her fingers.

"Go ahead, Annie," Bea urged. Annie brought her face into line with his stiffening member and guided it into her mouth with her fingers. She felt Bea's mouth between her legs; someone’s (Connie or Perry’s) curious fingers probing her anus, and most likely Bea’s thumb teasing her clit.

She couldn’t recall ever having felt this good before. Out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw Maria and Connie return to the couch where they had been earlier, undoing their bras and peeling off their panties then laying head to toe, their heads wedged between each other's thighs. That meant it was Perry playing with her ass.

Annie sighed as she sucked Joe’s cock. She realized that both he and Perry were circumcised; she had never fellated one before and now she would be sucking two of them in short order.

She allowed her mind to wander and wondered if somehow they would feel different inside her. That was answered soon enough, as Joe wrested his erection from between her suctioning lips, and stood up in order to remove the remainder of his clothing.

Bea insured Annie would remain wet by fingering her until Joe asked her to help Annie straddle his lap, even guiding his cock inside her. With a happy grunt, Annie settled down on his boner as it stretched her insides. For her part, Annie’s fingers deftly lingered over his balls, first cupping and then gently rubbing.

As Annie began to move up and down on his still hardening prick, she realized that she felt no sign of any foreskin moving up and down inside of her, just the delicious feeling of his thickly veined cock rubbing the walls of her pussy. It was a vastly different sensation than that of her uncircumcised ex-husband.

Joe pulled her closer and began to suckle her breasts, his hands cupping her bottom and urging her to fuck him faster.

Alongside them, Perry unhurriedly undressed, watching Annie’s pussy cling tightly to Joe’s cock as it advanced and retreated from her constricted sheath. When he finished undressing, he casually walked behind them and offered his cock for Annie to suck. Annie leaned over Joe’s shoulder and took Perry’s tool in her mouth, hungrily sucking it while she bounced up and down on Joe’s lap.

A minute or so later, Joe disengaged himself from her and Perry took his place. He started slowly which bothered Annie as she had been close to orgasming.

Bea realized this and began caressing her back as her husband fucked Annie. Bea gestured for Joe to join her and he did. She positioned herself so she was leaning over the couch and presented her ass to him. Annie looked on as Bea reached back and guided him into her pussy; moaning almost immediately as Joe began to briskly pound her from behind.

Perry saw it as well and began to move more briskly.

Annie was into it too; thoroughly enjoying the feel of Perry’s cock inside her. What a party Mal found for me, she thought, Here I am getting royally screwed right next to a guy’s wife --- who incidentally, has another guy’s dick buried in her twat.

She felt herself getting ready to cum and began bouncing faster on Perry’s lap, trying to hurry her wonderful release. Perry squeezed Annie’s ass, helping to guide it up and down on his impressive, impaling weapon.

Annie clenched herself around his pulsing member, wanting to make him cum with her. He responded by squeezing her ass even harder, urging Annie on to an even faster pace. She responded by summoning the energy to do so and the sounds of her grunting filled the room.

Perry leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "It takes me a while to cum after a couple of times. Why don't we screw in a different position for a while?"

Annie scooted from his lap as his erection emerged from her cunt, and knelt on the couch leaning against its back, right beside Bea.

Annie was about to kiss Bea when Perry speared her from behind, causing her to gasp with pleasure. “It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it?” said Bea, who closed in for a brief kiss once Annie had recovered her equilibrium. Annie glanced down and noted Joe’s glistening cock pumping in and out of Bea’s recently shaven pussy.

“Isn’t my guy a stud?” Bea asked proudly.

“Ohhh, yes!” Annie huffed as Perry’s prick reached the deepest parts of her center. She was almost there and when Perry leaned over her back to rub her swollen clit, she exploded, having to grab the back of the couch to keep from falling to the floor.

Through the sexual delirium of her orgasm, Annie distinctly heard Maria and Connie’s muffled moans; the sounds diminished by the fact that their respective mouths were sealed upon the other's sex.

Joe had Bea squealing loudly as she also reached her peak and came hard. Since Perry kept driving his prick into her at an ever-increasing speed, Annie began to understand that neither Joe nor Perry had come and marveled at their staying power before attributing it to their previous sexual encounters that evening.

“OH! OH!” Bea gasped as Joe continued pummeling her pussy with pile-driving strokes, causing her to climax on the heels of her previous orgasm.

Moments later Bea was cooing: "Fill her up, Perry! Empty your balls into her, baby! Fill her with your cum so I can lick it out of her yummy little slit."

"She's tight, Bea, baby. Tight like that slutty little babysitter you hired last month," he spat out through clenched teeth.

Annie felt another orgasm rushing in on her as his testicles slapped her ass with each and every stroke of his cock.

"How's my pussy, Joe?” Bea asked Joe. “Tight enough for you?"

"You’re still tight as Tessie’s twat, Bea,” Joe growled.

”Let me have it, lover, c’mon blast off!”

Just then, Annie felt Perry's cock start to swell and twitch within her, Perry gripped her hips gave one last deep thrust and she felt him flooding her with his load, hot spurt after hot spurt, virtually filling her cunt.

As Perry withdrew his flaccid prick from Annie’s hole, she realized that Connie had been kneeling behind him, tonguing his ass and that more than anything else had caused him to ejaculate.

Maria was giving Joe exactly the same treatment. Seconds later, Annie saw his grimace as he came, emptying himself into Bea’s waiting cunt.

Connie caught Annie wrinkling her nose in disgust at her actions and called out, “You should try it, you never know, you might love it.”

Annie found herself replying, “I’ll put a finger up there but not my tongue.”

But before they could have an earnest conversation on the subject, Bea had her face between Annie’s thighs, lapping away at her pussy devouring her husband’s sperm as she had promised she would do.

Bea’s tongue brought Annie close to another orgasm, but she eased back on the tongue throttle before Annie got there.

They called a time out and everyone had a glass of wine before Annie found herself being passed from one to the next with each successive person, male or female french kissing her leaving her in a sexual daze. Annie was panting and grabbing breasts and cocks, chins and asses. She was now willing to try anything including analingus that had repulsed her only minutes earlier.

Connie plopped down on her lap and said, "So, who did you come here with, Annie?”

“Me, myself and I,” she replied and giggled inanely.

Joe answered for her. “Mal brought her; then left after vouching for her. Annie’s from Minneapolis, visiting our fair city of Atlanta for the weekend.”

“And glad to be here. . .” Annie added after a slight pause.

“That’s interesting,” Maria chimed in, “I summered with an aunt in Minneapolis just after my sixteenth birthday.” She closed her eyes as if to summon forth the memory. “She had such a lovely garden.” Then in an aside to Connie, she said, “Of course that’s where I met Angie. She introduced me to pussy love.”

“Oh,” Connie replied, “the answer to a young girl’s dreams.”

“Well, mine anyway,” Maria grinned, and then the two embraced. When it ended, Annie said, “I feel I must tell you something, Connie.”

Connie licked her lips, and knowing what was coming, glanced at Maria for approval and apparently got it. Then said, “And what is that?”

"Your eyes . . .” Annie began, but halted, transfixed by the very blue eyes she was trying to extol. The raven-haired Connie took Annie by the shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her on her half-opened lips. Annie thought Connie’s lips were as soft as a cloud and sent her tongue into the woman’s mouth, searching for the same tongue that had revolted her only minutes before by probing and licking at Joe’s asshole.

When the kiss ended, Connie’s husky voice commanded Annie, “Lay back for me, baby, I have to taste you."

Annie lay back on the couch, one leg twisted under her, the other lifted so that it came to rest on the top of the couch’s cushions. She had effectively spread herself as wide as possible in offering her pussy to Connie’s questing mouth.

Only seconds after Connie began, Annie’s face was on fire, a shiver ran up her spine and she spread her legs even more and tilted herself upwards as she welcomed the hungry mouth. In seconds, Annie was squirming as Connie’s hot tongue invaded her cunt.

"Oh, God," Annie yelled without meaning to, and several feet away both men’s eyes popped, awed by her response to Connie’s mouth. Both their cock’s filled out to full size.

Annie was grunting and groaning. Writhing and jerking as Connie licked and probed. Her woman’s scent was so intoxicating, that Connie’s nose kept sliding on her moistness. Still, she continued sucking Annie’s folds gently into her mouth, tasting them, savoring them; moving inward to the inside of her thighs especially the area of skin between the insides of her thighs and her outer labia. But Connie kept away from Annie’s clitoris in order to prolong the pleasure.

Joe poked Perry in the side and said, “There’s nothing quite like two women going at it is there?”

“I agree,” Perry answered, then added, “But in this case, it’s only one giving, the other is only receiving. Still, I couldn’t ask for anything hotter. By the way, Joe, I haven’t seen your wife. Any idea what’s she’s up too?”

“No, not really. She wanted to try three or four men at once. I wished her luck and haven’t seen her in quite a while.”

They turned their attention back to Annie and Connie just as Connie flashed them a devilish smirk and licked from Annie’s pee hole to Annie’s clit and probed the hood, lifting it up with her tongue and exposing the hidden pearl gleaming in anticipation. Joe noted that it was distended and swollen when she brushed it with her tongue.

Annie’s hips rose instinctively, thrusting her clit toward Connie’s mouth. Connie nipped it gently with her teeth while Annie writhed and screamed, as series of 'Oh God’s.

Then shaking like a leaf, Annie pulled her knees back against her chest and hugging them near her chin she pulled her ass cheeks apart and begged Connie to eat her ass.

But Connie refused and continued to ravage her cunt. Annie’s juices were flowing freely, the sexual activity turning it into a frothy cream-like substance that Connie went for as though it were caviar. She pushed a finger into Annie, then another, and a third. Annie’s her cuntal muscles contracted, released and tightened again around them.

“Oh my God!" Annie blurted out as her hips bucked wildly. Then she went stiff, holding her clitoris firmly pressed to Connie’s mouth. Connie’s fingers wriggled incessantly inside her.

"Stop, stop! I can't take it anymore. It's too good! It’s too much!"

She pushed Connie’s head away from her with both hands.

Both women managed to sit upright and stared at one another. A broad smile lit up Connie’s face as Annie fanned her face with her hands. Then she opened her arms, inviting Connie into them.

"C’mere you wonderful thing!” Annie said, and they embraced and kissed for a long time before parting. Maria joined them and kissed first Connie, then Annie. They switched off; plying tender kisses on one another for the next twenty minutes or so. Then Annie felt another person next to her and opened her eyes to find Joe, or rather, his erection hovering inches from her mouth.

“Gotta get me some of that!” she croaked, then began licking his shaft from its base to its tip. As she ran her tongue over his testicles, the others seemed to rejoin their group, having finished whatever they were doing previously.

Connie and Marie drifted into another sixty-nine on the couch. Joe led Annie away to the bedroom where he lay on his back and she climbed over him. Joe’s eyes widened at the sight of Annie’s breasts hanging free as she bent to capture a testicle in her mouth.

Perry and Bea followed them into the room; and stood next to them watching. Bea held Perry’s member in her hand, giving it little squeezes as she sought to revive him. “Throat him, baby!” Bea called out in encouragement.

Annie strove to do just that and since Joe was about seven inches in length, she managed to accomplish the feat. Then holding him like a trophy in one tiny fist, she saw the long string of her saliva hanging from his tip to her wrist. Letting her eyes take in the others observing her fellatio, she gave them a lewd leer and sucked the strand into her mouth and swallowed it as one would a long piece of spaghetti.

“Bravo!” Perry yelled out.

Yeah, you go get him, girl!” Bea shouted. Annie began to laugh and had to remove Joe’s cock from her mouth until she had brought herself under control. Then she eagerly allowed him to fill her mouth once more, rolling her tongue around his corona with obvious pleasure and deliberately making loud slurping noises for the other's benefit.

Joe was laughing with her as he pried his cock from between her tightly sealed lips. “C’mon woman, I have to get a fuck in here someplace,” he said with some urgency.

“Oh, yeah,” she responded dully as he pulled her to her feet and had her sit in an armchair several feet from the bed.

Feeling sluttish, Annie draped her legs over the sides of the armchair opening her up to everyone in the room. Through half-lidded eyes, Annie noted that several others had entered the bedroom. She recognized Joe’s wife, Barbara, her friends, Jackie and Elise, the blond haired guy and the maid, among others, but soon forgot they existed as Joe went down on her after slapping her cunt several times with his hardon.

The cock spanking made her labia sizzle. His tongue lapping that followed made her even hotter. She didn’t cum, but it was as if she had. The sensations were incredible and all she could do was lean back and moan while lifting her pelvis higher and higher trying to get his marvelous mouth tighter against her cunt.

From a faraway place, Annie heard Elise’s voice, yelling, “Joe! Joe! Make her cum!”

Annie came hard the second Joe’s finger touched her asshole. In the dim recesses of her mind, Annie thought, Don’t they know that I’m coming like crazy?

But when Joe’s finger began rubbing over her g-spot she knew that she had never cum like this before. The tidal wave of orgasm smashed into her, brought her to the highest of highs then threw her into oblivion and she blacked out, rather than lose her mind to the incomprehensible sensations that were devouring her.

On awakening, Annie saw Perry and Bea fucking casually on the bed several feet away oblivious to her presence. Joe was nowhere to be seen and she got up, tottered a couple feet before regaining her sense of balance, and left the bedroom to wander around the house.

Annie found her purple thong wedged between the cushions of the couch in the living room and clutched them in her left hand. I just wanted to get laid, she thought. Did I ever. Who would believe me back in Minneapolis?

She laughed dryly, for her throat hurt. Too many cocks tonight, she thought. Then she smiled wryly. Like who the fuck could I tell about this night?

She spied a pack of Winston’s on another small table and shook one out.

"Need a light for that?" A voice behind her said. Annie turned, holding the cigarette halfway to her lips.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, to a total stranger who was making no pretense of taking in her physical attributes. He was an older man, at least sixty, distinguished looking and unlike most everyone else, he was fully dressed. He lit her cigarette with a solid gold lighter and glanced at the purple thong Annie still clutched in her fist.

“Are you putting it on, or taking it off?”

She exhaled and smiled at him. “I just found it again. Lucky I guess.”

“Indeed,” he said. “With all the naked people running about I should think recovering one's undergarments might present a major problem, not to mention one’s outer garments as well.”

“You’re right,” she replied. “I’m Annie, by the way.”

“Lewis.” He said, “Lewis Cloninger. I’m Joe’s father.”

“Oh, really? How do you do?”

“I take it that you’re enjoying yourself?”

“You could say that, yes.”

“I gathered as much."

"I saw you with Joe earlier," he said.

"He's very nice," she told him. “He screwed my brains out."

“Actually he ate you out. You have lovely breasts. Quite lovely actually.”

Annie remained silent. He looked pretty good for someone as old as he appeared to be. Still, Joe’s father . . . The acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree, or something like that, she told herself.

They wandered into the kitchen and she thought he had to be hung as least as well as Joe was, and that was all to the good. Without saying a word, Lewis hoisted her up onto the counter and kissed her. He had a minty taste that Annie liked. She ran her hands through his graying hair as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and placed a gentle kiss upon her cunt. His tongue, an artful digger if ever there was one, tormented her clit, darting over and around it with almost no pressure placed upon the tender nub.

Still highly aroused from her earlier encounter with Joe and Connie, she came quickly. Lewis kissed her once on the mouth and thanked her in a pleasant fashion. He caught her off guard by taking his leave as she was reaching for him, wanting to taste his cock, which she had not even seen.

Annie went into the bathroom, peed and then cleansed herself in the shower. Leaving the shower without toweling off, she wandered out to the pool area only to discover a sea of writhing bodies in the water, or so it seemed. Actually, only four couples were going at it in the pool itself. Two other couples were making out at the far end on some lounges, and three people were having drinks and smoking while waiting for the men to revive sexually. Annie recognized the maid on the grassy lawn beyond the pool between two gentlemen who were just finishing their dual masturbation and emptying their cocks upon her face and chest.

Annie thought about having another drink but decided against it. Not a good idea after all I’ve had so far, she said to herself.

To her left she saw Bea, sitting on the third step leading into the pool. The blond-haired guy was slowly pumping a very impressive cock into her. Annie surmised that it was about ten inches and thought about joining them. She scanned the rest of the pool area and noted Jackie Rawls blowing Perry Dunlap and Elise going down on Barbara Cloninger, but where was Joe?

A woman with long gray hair was surrounded by men. She had a cock in each orifice and two more in her hands. Annie edged closer to the writhing mass of flesh, wondering who the woman was. She had not seen her before and concluded that people were still coming and going – No pun intended, she thought and giggled.

She turned to leave and bumped into Joe. He'd been fucking an older woman, perhaps his mother's age. Her tits sagged, but all in all, she was holding up rather well. “I should look that good at her age,” Annie muttered under her breath.

Joe’s cock glistened with their commingled fluids. He took Annie’s hand, thanked the older woman and led Annie back into the house. Alone in what she took to be his bedroom, he asked, "What do you think? About all this, I mean," he said. He sucked on a bottle of beer.

"I really don't know what to think," Annie replied. “I mean, I like it. I haven’t had such great sex . . . ever.”

"Yeah, I know," he said. "So many different people, so many variations. And they know what they’re doing . . . most of them anyway.” He laughed and finished the beer then put it down.

His cock stirred in his lap. He leaned over and kissed her. “You, Annie, are a breath of fresh air.”

She laughed at that, said, “You’re lucky I just showered. Otherwise, I’d smell like a whorehouse on wheels.”

They both enjoyed a laugh at that. Then Annie pushed him backward onto the bed and took his cock in her mouth, ravishing it with her teeth and tongue. When he was hard she straddled his hips and guided him inside her. He reached up to cup Annie’s breasts and she leaned down, seeking his lips as her hips churned against his seeking even more pleasure.

They fucked slowly, savoring the varied sensations it brought. Annie knew the imbibed alcohol had all but worn off for there was only the feel of skin on skin, hip bone against hip bone and lips and tongues and nipples and balls. Still, this was good sex. It was very good, perhaps because they were savoring the moment; taking their time, exploring one another that made all the difference.

When she came it was with a soft moan. Joe moved more quickly then and a moment later she felt his seed hot against her vaginal walls and came again. Afterward, they lay together, staying connected, exchanging gentle touches and kisses. His wife, Barbara knocked on the door and entered. Joe kissed her too.

“The party’s over,” she said wistfully.

“Oh,” Annie said and sat up.

“Actually there’s no urgency to leave. Everyone’s fucked out and they’re getting dressed. If they can find their clothes, that is.” Barbara laughed at that. Joe smiled.

“If you can’t find your stuff, or something suitable, help yourself to anything in my wardrobe there,” she pointed to one of two walk-in closets.

"You're welcome to come visit me in Minneapolis,” Annie said.

“Yes, we will. We have your address and number, right?”

“Yes, by the front entry there was a bowl, I left my card there.”

“And Jim & Valerie Marcolina, do call them,” Barbara said.

“If I locate my purse, I have their address. I will certainly call them. If their entertaining is half as good as yours I’m in for a treat.”

“Treatment is more like it,” Joe said softly, caressing her arm and sending a wave of tingling right to her pussy.

Annie left them on the bed and moved into the living room. People were in various stages of dress. Elise had gotten short-tempered, looking for her dress and was cursing the maid.

The maid, who had been eaten out by Elise at least twice during the evening responded curtly, saying, ”You took it off, how the hell should I know where?”

“Bitch!” Elise spat out, only to have the maid slap her across the face. Annie thought a catfight would ensue, but Elise was apparently mollified by the blow and apologized to the maid before going off in search of her dress.

Annie found her dress, but a plump blonde was wearing it. Annie wasn’t heavy by any means, but the dress on the blonde was stretched to a point that Annie let her pass without saying a word.

She found her shoes, then her purse and returned to Barbara’s bedroom to take her up on the offer of a dress to wear home.

Barbara, wearing a strap-on cock was fucking her husband anally. Joe’s face was buried in a pillow as Barbra pummeled his bottom with the instrument. She shook her head and waved in recognition and sent sweat flying all over the room. Annie didn’t speak, but went to the closet and selected the first dress she saw and slipped it on.

She blew Barbara a kiss and left her slamming the strap-on into Joe who was groaning loudly.

Perry and Bea, who were to give her a ride back to her hotel, were nowhere to be found, nor were Connie and Maria. Annie called for a cab and sat down to wait. A minute later, she dialed her hotel and had them check her out. The cab arrived and mildly disappointed finding it wasn’t Mal driving, told the driver to take her to the airport.

“The sooner I get home, the sooner I can call the Marcolina’s,” she muttered under her breath. “God, I’m getting horny already.”

The End