It was Susan! --- I mean Mark's wife, Susan --- standing there in the middle of the room talking to Tad! I was sure of it even though she had rinsed her naturally red hair an awful shade and had sunglasses on. What was she doing here in the big city so far from the little college town where Mark and I served on the faculty? And more than that, what was she doing at an orgy?
I had been traveling to these sex parties every three months or so for a couple of years. They were strictly heterosexual and primarily for couples, but single women came free and a few very desirable single men were allowed to participate for a hefty fee. Reality, not political correctness, rules in these things.
I looked around but Mark was nowhere to be seen. Not surprising, seeing as how he was the leader of the campus inter-faith organization and one of the most repressed people I had ever met. As I was still getting over the shock, Tad, the evening's MC, stepped up to the front of the room with Susan's hand in his and announced that the evening's only initiation of a first-timer was about to begin.
"This lovely newcomer has consented to be the prize in our voyeur's session raffle which will take place in thirty minutes. Buy those tickets now!"
This was a regular feature of these shindigs and one that I always looked forward to. One attendee, often a newcomer or one that was more alluring than the others, was raffled off and the lucky winner (guy or gal, depending) got to bed her (or him, depending) in the middle of the floor while the rest of us watched. Call me devious, but as soon as I heard the announcement I began thinking of the best way to cheat.
I had lusted after Susan since we first met at a faculty forum and I wanted this chance! Tad was a buddy and owed me for a lot of favors that I had done him in grad school. I took him aside as soon as I had an opportunity and explained my need. It wasn't difficult. Tad's a climber and is always willing to grease the skids when he sees a chance to score. He made no secret that he was anxious to get out from under his obligations to me --- and even to put me into his debt for a change --- so he willingly agreed to fix the raffle.
I wasn't surprised to see that the blindfolded girl with the small, firm, and very bare tits who pulled the winning ticket out was Tad's assistant at the office and his devoted sex slave. They had entertained the guests more than once with their Master and Slave act and it was obvious that it was real. She would do anything he told her to do.
When it was over and I had "won," I went to another room, took off my clothes and put on a robe. After that, I deliberately stayed in the dimmer recesses of the room and waited for my cue. Susan was led to the center where the light was bright from an overhead spot. Two of the other women began slowly to strip her clothes from her revealing her legs, her high firm, medium-sized breasts and finally, with the removal of the final garment, her thick reddish bush. It was her ass that I looked at. The ass that I had gazed at every time the opportunity presented itself at parties and dinners and faculty functions, the ass that turned heads when she walked down the street it tight jeans or a snug skirt. It was smooth and generous, high with the tautness of youth and round with near-perfect voluptuousness. The two globes sat snuggly together with a tempting crease between and sat impertinently atop the softness of her long, round thighs. Taken all together, she was everything that I wanted and seemed to be deliberately put together to drive me crazy with desire.
The women attendants stayed by her side, caressing her voluptuously although I thought I saw signs of discomfort on Susan's face. Those who weren't acquainted with her probably didn't notice. The women brushed their hands across her breasts, paused, kneaded and felt her nipples boldly. They stroked her thighs. They even allowed their fingers to trail through the thin hair between her thighs. At last they took her hands and lowered her onto her back on the floor.
"Will our winner come forward please?" Tad prompted.
I walked out of the shadows, slipped the robe off and stood there naked, pleased at the murmurs of appreciation from the women in the room. I looked down at Susan on the floor. She gave no sign of recognition and I knew that her eyes must be closed behind the dark glasses. I knelt, my knees on either side of her waist, and settled onto her thighs. She stiffened and her head rolled to left and right but she made no sound or protest. Finally, she turned her face to me and saw me for the first time. Her mouth opened in a soft gasp of recognition but she said nothing.
I brushed my knuckles over her breasts, riffling her stiff pink nipples. I caressed her shoulders and ran my hands down her sides till they were under her glorious ass. I lifted her and squeezed her cheeks, then let her down again. I bent forward and, without a word, kissed her hard and deep. She hesitated for only an instant, then opened her mouth and accepted my tongue willingly. Carefully, I shifted my weight to one knee and pushed her legs apart. I settled myself between her sleek, athletic thighs and without waiting, slipped into her already-wet cunt. She sighed deeply and embraced my shoulders. Her pelvis rose to meet mine.
I fucked her slowly for several minutes, listening to the sighs, murmurs and comments from the others who were watching our every move. She responded eagerly, her face flushing with the heat of excitement. Her cunt was well lubricated and slid easily up and down my shaft. I realized with satisfaction that she had wanted me as much as I had wanted her.
