Mark's taste runs to married women. Virginia's hubby is far away. Oops!
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There is group sex, a kind of gang bang, and bisexuality in this story.
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My husband Jake was on assignment overseas for six months. It got extended for another six months, and I was tending the home fires and getting mighty lonely. Luckily, I had become friends with another woman, Carolina, who was also in my Muay Thai class. Carolina loved to party, and she was good friends with a large group of like-minded people. They accepted me as one of their own, almost instantly.
Carolina's friends comprised quite a big circle of super nice people, some married, some not, and all of them, it seems, liked to have parties. I was invited to all of the parties, as people worried about me being all alone for so long. They knew I was married to Jake, and he had a gig about as far away as a man can get, over in Singapore. I had a good time at each and every one of the parties, often getting tipsy, but never getting rip roaring drunk.
There were rumors about the 'after-parties,' when people stayed to clean up. I ignored them, not liking hateful gossip, and that, I learned, was a mistake. I should have listened, and taken heed. As I write this, I wonder if I'd still be married to Jake had I listened? Maybe yes, maybe no.
I wasn't worried about poor Jake being sad and lonely in Singapore. Jake is never alone for long. I wouldn't put it past him to pay for some company on a lonely night, but I was pretty sure he could get his needs filled easily, enthusiastically, and for free. He was handsome, an extrovert, had money, and he was charming with the ladies. After all, he landed me, and that's already something. Oh yeah: He's also good in bed. Lucky me, right?
Well, maybe Jake's landing me what was not such an accomplishment: After all, I fell for him like a ton of bricks on our very first date. I played it cool, though, and I didn't let him get into my panties until the third date, and that was most certainly not because he hadn't tried repeatedly and constantly on the first and second dates! Once he had gotten into my panties, he never left them. Now I'd have to go to Singapore if I wanted to enjoy my husband's bedroom talents. *Sigh*
Anyway, after a few months of parting every single Saturday night, I began to feel guilty, always going to my new friends' parties and never giving one myself. I began to feel a little parasitic. I mean, nobody expected me to throw a party, since Jake was not here and all, but I was a woman, not a man, and I knew how to throw a party, even a damn good one. I decided to host the next party of our group. Everyone was excited that Virginia (that's me) was going to host the party.
It's not easy, because we're around forty people altogether. Twenty-six are married couples, and the other fourteen are single. I count myself as single for these purposes because Jake was only at my party for around fifteen minutes, and that was via Zoom. Everyone said hi, and everyone was already drunk. I could have killed Carolina, because right there, on the Zoom call with Jake, she lifted my skirt so that Jake could see what panties I was wearing. I'm sure that George (for example) saw my panties, too. They were not, shall we say, especially modest ones.
I blushed fiercely, but Jake laughed. "Good choice of panties, Virginia. I'm sure your guests will like them later if you drink too much," he said. What the f**k did he mean by that? Okay, it's true my behavior runs to the raunchy side of the scale when I drink too much, but I would never let that happen now that I'm married to Jake! Shame on Carolina; she and I would have a good talking to, later on!
It did trouble me, though. What did Jake have in mind? That I'd stand on the dining table and do a slow strip tease down to my panties, to entertain my guests? He always used to tease me about my lack of modesty, too. So I wear a tiny bikini poolside, or at the beach. I'm still young, and I have a nice body. I mean, that's well with the normal bounds of propriety, right?
He's probably thinking of that time he took me to the French Riviera, and I went topless at the beach over there. Hell, we knew nobody there, other than his brother, and lots of French women were topless, too. Over there, it's normal, and no big deal, unless your boyfriend is an American, as mine sure was! Hey, he proposed to me the next day. Don't tell me it wasn't a smart thing to do!
I have kind of an exotic appearance, since I'm a mélange of three different races. I'm half white, one quarter Asian, and one quarter Black. The upshot is that nobody can ever figure out my ethnicity. I don't know why it's important to people to figure out the ethnicity of another person, but nevertheless it seems to be. I just tell them I'm of Brazilian extraction (which is not true), and that shuts them up.
As for my body, I'm diminutive. I have nice skin, and if you take the perfect sexpot and shrink her down a fair amount, preserving all the curves, then you get me. Everything is in the right proportions, it's just all smaller. My tummy is taut and flat. I'm only five feet three inches tall, but at least I tower over my mother, who claims to be five feet tall, even if nobody believes her. She's probably four feet, eleven inches, maximum. Since I'm on the short side, I always wear heels, except in the shower, and in bed.
The Asian hair won over the black hair, and the Swedish blue eyes also won. So, I really am a puzzle. I look like a dark-skinned tiny Asian woman, maybe Filipino, with bright blue eyes. Oh yes: I also have huge nipples and giant areolas, gracing my diminutive breasts, but of course almost nobody knows that!
So, that's me, and enough about me. I'm pleased to report my party was a stunning success. Everyone loved the music soundtrack I chose, and there was a lot of dancing and swapping of dance partners, and the booze was all top shelf (as I said before, Jake has money), and I even organized some party games, involving kissing. The women seemed to enjoy the kissing games more than the men, especially the husbands, who were uptight about their wives kissing so many different men, while drunk. A few of the wives were giving rather passionate kisses, too, and most certainly not to their husbands!
I solved the jealousy problem, however, with some excellent whiskey followed by a Czech pilsner as a chaser. I herded those husbands who looked overly jealous, all four of them, into the kitchen, where the whiskey and pilsner were, and told them to kiss me, instead of fretting over their wives.
It was a sacrifice I was willing to make, for the common good. Besides, I was horny. When the men discovered they could feel me up, too, in their drunken state they forgot all about their wives kissing their friends in the other room, and they all focused on me.
I enjoyed it, too, having four macho men kissing me, all four of them being other women's husbands, and touching me up. Since only one man could kiss me at a time, they ended up removing my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties. One man kissed me, and incidentally drove me nuts with desire, while two other men slobbered over my boobs., having pushed my bra up above my boobs.
The fourth man kissed me all over my body, ending up by pulling my panties down to my knees, to expose my anus, and to kiss it in the most erotic way imaginable. I was in heaven, but I was also scared of being discovered, as well as terrified of soon being naked with four men! I quickly stopped the men, pulled my panties up from around my knees, arranged my bra, and I put my dress back on, when I heard people loudly talking again, which meant the final kissing game had ended.
I got dressed quickly, forgetting that my lipstick and make-up were smeared, but that was okay, because most of the women at the party were in the same state, or so it seemed. Others too were even partially undressed, including two of the wives of the men who had been with me in the kitchen. Susie's amazing boobs were hanging out for everyone to see, and she was quickly reassembling her clothes before the four jealous husbands saw her and the others! (I didn't see them undressed like that, either; I know because Carolina showed me her pictures, later on that night.)
I was proud to have solved the jealousy crisis single handedly, or perhaps one could say single bodily, but I was a little nervous about seeming too slutty to the four husbands. After all, it wasn't hard for them to get me undressed to the point where only my panties were standing vigil over my modesty, and since they were at my knees, they were doing quite a poor job of it, at that!
I swore the four men to secrecy. When the party finished, some of the singles had paired up, and they left to beds unknown, together with the married couples. Two women and three men stayed late to help me to clean up, which was really nice of them.
One of the two women who stayed to help, Mary, was so drunk that after a bit she felt she needed to lie down, and she retreated to the guest bedroom. She had drunk way too much, and she was snoring loudly, so I closed the door. Mary was pretty in a classic way. She was a proper woman, always feminine, always dressed to the nines. She's the type of woman who, if she had to pee in the middle of the night, would put on her pearls before heading to the john.
That left Carolina and me, and the three men. When we finished, we sat around and relaxed a bit, having a final drink for the evening. Carolina was looking especially hot that night, it seemed to me.
The men were joking about the two of us being swing states in the next election, and wondering if we were swingers, because of it, hah, hah. Carolina asked if the men liked Northern Virginia, gesturing at my face and boobs, or Southern Virginia, gesturing at my legs, but mostly at my pussy. She said, "Southern Virginia is my favorite, since it's close to the heart of Carolina. "
