(Part Two)
After that cum appetizer, I knew I needed more...
Feeling smug and temporarily satisfied, I meandered through the crowd toward the long, hardwood bar and requested a fresh glass of white wine. I took a sip and ran my tongue around my lips. Even with the smooth, lightly oaked flavoring, I could still taste a hint of Brian's nice cock. The wine immediately masked his delicious cum which encouraged me to want to exercise my oral skills again. After all, the night was young.
I savored the lovely mixture of flavors, turned and leaned back with my elbows onto the bar. I noticed this position really accentuated my boobs, not that they needed any help. I looked through the fray of New Years revelers toward the pool table and Brian caught my glance. He discretely raised his beer in my direction, nodded and smiled warmly.
It made me feel good and I knew I'd definitely pleased him. I headed toward my husband and as usual he was standing there chatting things up, surrounded by several friends and associates. The party had grown beyond my initial estimate, and there seemed to be maybe fifty people in attendance by now.
I snuggled in beside him, clinked my glass against his and said, "Happy New Year."
"Having fun so far, Babe?" he inquired.
"Definitely," I replied with a secretive, Mona Lisa type smile.
"I saw you over there playing some pool. How did you do?"
"I sunk one." I stated, then reached around the back of his head and gave him a big, wet kiss with lots of tongue. I knew he could tell by the heat of my kiss that I'd just enjoyed sucking another guy's cock. It was Jack's fault -- he'd dared me!
He pulled away, chuckled and took a big swig of his scotch. He'd obviously picked up on my not so obscure message.
"Really?" he asked curiously after he swished his whiskey around, then commented, "We've only been here half-an-hour. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Yep... and it was a new guy." I said, and probably looked like I was gloating. My husband clearly understood me. I like to add new conquests.
"Who's next? Me, Mark, or...?"
"I dunno. I think I'd like to play a little more pool. I'll let you know how it goes."
He pulled me in for a hug and said, "Have fun and choose wisely," then added with a close-in whisper, "Heather's been eying me up, should I?"
I just smiled and nodded, then headed back toward the bar to top up my wine. I glanced across the big room in the direction of the pool table and the half-dozen single guys there were all watching me. It's always amazed me how the boys can spread news like wildfire when a potentially available female is in the area. I felt another hot gush in my panties.
Full glass in hand I wandered into the middle of the room. This was more of a corporate party scene, so it was mostly married couples plus a few guys that had brought dates. Several people were dancing and I kind of inserted myself among them for a few shimmies, wiggles and giggles. Before it got wild enough to spill any of my beverage I excused myself and headed back toward the pool table.
Clearly the boys were attracted to me like flies to honey. They eagerly offered to re-start their current game so they could partner up with me. Out of courtesy I selected Brian as my partner and we agreed to take on two guys who were employees of the Miller's development company. They just happened to be second cousins and very handsome black gentlemen.
Now, I'm not all that bad at pool, but tonight my game was off for some reason. I wasn't trying to lose, but those damn balls just wouldn't cooperate. Soon it became obvious Brian and me were trailing hopelessly, and the game was nearing an end.
James, one of our two black competitors said, "Well, things seem to be going our way, Katie. We never did make it clear what we're playing for."
I figured by now Brian had already spilled the beans at least to some level as to what he and I had done previously, so why beat around the bush. I smiled widely, sipped my wine and responded, "Me!"
They nearly dropped their pool cues. I was pretty sure the other single guys heard my response as well. It was my shot next so I leaned over, aimed and totally blew it, sinking the eight ball out of sequence and immediately losing this game.
"Fuck, I totally suck at this." I loudly and a little teasingly proclaimed.
I dropped my cue stick onto the table like it was a rap-star's microphone, then stepped over in between the two black partners that had just won the match. I grabbed each by the elbow to pull them close and whispered, "I suck at a lot of things. Have you guys ever seen each other naked?"
They glanced at each other in shocked disbelief, then James spoke up and said, "Well, we're cousins and sort of grew up together, so of course we have. Why do you ask?"
"Well guys, very discretely if you two were to head to that far bathroom which seems like nobody has been using, I could meet you there in a minute so we could...uh... talk."
James' cousin Vince quietly inquired, "You got the same thing in mind for us as you did for Brian?"
I simply flashed him a grin, then turned toward Brian and shook my finger. "I thought you weren't going to tell anyone!"
Brian laughed and shrugged his shoulders, then said, "Oops," as the other single men stood and stared at me.
"Excuse me folks, but I gotta hit the head." James stated, then turned and walked smartly toward the bathroom I had suggested. Vince thoughtfully hung back for a several moments of small talk before I patted his nicely rounded butt to signal that he should follow his cousin.
I surveyed the crowd as I waited, and it appeared the party was really gearing up due to the open bar and the great music, so no-one was paying any attention to activities around the pool table except for our little gang.
Brian gave me the warmest smile and looked at the other three guys standing near him. He gestured toward the distant bathroom, now occupied by James and Vince, and simply stated, "Lucky fuckers."
His comment caused a wide grin to spread across my face, and I responded, "You would know."
Next it was my turn and I walked briskly toward the bathroom, anticipating what wondrous adventures may lay ahead. I glanced around before opening the door. No one except the keenly interested looking guys at the pool table appeared to have taken any notice. We'd been discrete.
There was no point in knocking. I reached down to grab the lever, and when I touched it, the anticipation caused me to gush hot pussy juice into my little panties.
I stepped into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and was tickled by the warm smiles that greeted me. I had no issues about inter-racial sex. If there was a willing cock attached to a likable and polite man, it was fair game.
"Thanks for joining me, guys." I stated. "Brian wasn't supposed to say anything," I said with a wink. "So what did he tell you?"
"He didn't get into a lot of detail," Vince replied, "but he did kind of say he just got the blow job of his life."
"From little ol' me?" I asked, giggling. "I'm glad he liked it. Perhaps I could do the same for you two?"
