The great things about Julie, in Phil's opinion, were that she was totally uninhibited and an unashamed slut.
He'd spotted her sitting on a couch, in one of the side rooms off the main party, chatting with a couple of guys. Well, Julie was chatting. Chris and Charlie were leering.
It was easy to leer at Julie. She never seemed to mind and usually dressed for it. This time, she was wearing cutoff jean shorts which showed off all of her legs and enough of her ass to get attention. Her halter top hung so low on her chest that, even from across the room, Phil thought he could make out the pink of her areola. Her hair, framing her open, smiling face, was a pale shade of purple tonight. Julie was in a habit of changing her hair color regularly. Her natural color, Phil thought, was available for inspection on request.
Grinning, Phil sauntered over and dropped onto the couch next to Julie.
"Hi," he said, casually tossing his arm over the back of the couch behind her.
"Hi Phil," Julie smiled at him openly. "I haven't seen you in a while. How've you been? You know Chris and Charlie, right?"
"Yeah, hi guys," he laughed. "I'm fine, just been busy."
Julie continued to chatter brightly, easily including Phil in the conversation. Nothing in her manner suggested that she was in the least bit bothered by the way Charlie kept trying to get a peek at her ass, or the fact that Chris's eyes were fixed on her generous cleavage. Phil, now that he was closer, could tell he had been right. He could see the edges of Julie's nipples peeking out of her halter top.
With exaggerated care, Phil slid his arm down to Julie's shoulders. She just smiled at him, shifting herself into a comfortable position next him. Tossing a grin at the guys across from him, Phil closed his hand around Julie's shoulder and started to gently massage her. Julie, as he'd known she would, reacted wonderfully. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed and a deep sensual groan escaped from her mouth.
Chris and Charlie stared intently, not the least because Julie's halter had slipped a little lower as she writhed. Phil could see the pink flesh of her areola stiffening into rough little bumps as her nipple, still barely hidden by the edge of her top, hardened.
"So," Phil said casually, as if he wasn't doing his level best to turn her on, "is Glen here tonight?"
"No," Julie sighed through her soft moans, "he said he'd rather stay home."
"Glen?" Chris asked.
"My husband," Julie replied, almost purring under Phil's hand. "He doesn't like parties much."
When Phil had first heard that slutty, uninhibited Julie was married, he'd assumed Glen was either ignorant of her antics or one of those weak, sissy cuckolds. Having met the guy once at one of the few parties Glen actually attended, Phil had been rather surprised. Glen clearly knew what Julie got up to and just as clearly wasn't weak or a sissy. "She's happy, I'm happy, why not share?" Glen had said to Phil that night. Given that Glen had had a pretty little blonde, who wasn't his wife, going down on him at the time, Phil hadn't really seen a reason to disagree.
"Don't worry," Phil told Chris with a smirk. "Glen doesn't mind Julie going out to parties."
"No," Julie smiled. "He's cool with whatever."
"Whatever?" Chris looked a little dubious.
Phil smiled broadly. Very deliberately, he moved his hand off Julie's shoulder and down her chest, until his fingertips rested on the bumpy pink flesh that surrounded her barely concealed nipple. Julie gasped as he teased her sensitive skin, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her own hand moved to squeeze Phil's thigh.
"Whatever," Phil replied, looking Chris in the eye.
Turning his attention back to Julie, Phil leered at her and pushed his hand down her halter top to grab her tit. Julie moaned in response, her hand moving up his thigh to brazenly cup his stiffening cock through his jeans. For a moment they say together like that, openly groping each other while the other guys watched.
With a smirk of her own, Julie released her grip on Phil's package. He grinned back at her as the pretty hot wife pulled her arms out of her halter's straps, letting the loose top fall away from her full, soft tits. Phil cupped her now bare boob, gently pinching the hard tip of her big pink nipple. Julie gasped and moaned as he groped her.
"Shit," Chris breathed.
Glancing over, Phil saw Chris staring open mouthed at Julie's suddenly naked tits. Charlie, with a smirk of his own, was openly adjusting himself through his jeans.
"Enjoy it, guys," Phil chuckled, squeezing Julie's tit for emphasis. "Our Julie loves to put on a show; don't you, love."
"Fuck yeah," Julie sighed. Then, with a wicked smirk of her own, she added, "Let's put on a real show."
"Yeah?" Phil asked, remembering the last 'real show' he'd seen Julie put on.
In wordless response, Julie reached down again, cupping Phil's hard cock for a moment before turning her attention to deftly unbuttoning and opening his jeans. With practiced ease, she reached in and grabbed him. Phil gasped as Julie's warm fingers circled his stiff shaft, pulling it out from the tangle of his boxers and jeans. Without missing a beat, Julie dropped her head into his lap, her pale purple hair blocking his view. An instant later, he let out a deep groan as the warm wetness of Julie's mouth engulfed his cock.
Moaning, Phil continued to grope Julie's naked tit while she sucked his cock. Laying his head back on the couch, he closed his eyes and reveled in the intense sensations of the hot little slut's mouth bobbing up and down on his swollen meat.
A shift of weight on the couch drew Phil's attention back to things other than his cock. Charlie had moved to sit on Julie's other side, his hands openly caressing her bare thighs and sliding up the little jean skirt to touch her ass. Julie's moans vibrated against Phil's cock, making him groan in response. He was even more impressed by Julie when she managed to twist herself into a kneeling position on the couch without actually letting his cock fall from her mouth.
In this new position, Julie's head continued to bob in Phil's lap while her ass was raised, offered to Charlie's attention. Charlie wasted no time in pushing her little skirt up over her hips. His hands wandered freely over Julie's back side, eliciting moans which sent shockwaves through Phil's cock.
"Damn man," Charlie groaned. "Her pussy is so wet."
"You want to fuck her?" Phil asked.
"Hell yeah," Charlie answered, his hand suddenly mauling his jeans.
"Julie." Phil ran his hand through her pale purple hair, trying to pull her head up off his cock for a second. "Charlie wants to fuck you. That Ok?"
