The next she put her hand on his cock as she sat down, squeezed, pushed his head between her breasts. Suddenly there was a momentarily awareness - she was proud she could have this effect on all these men. She knew she was being a complete slut. And she knew - she wanted to be a slut. She had found a confidence - she could serve these men properly.

She pulled away from the second man, and moved around the room, sitting on each in turn, exciting them, letting them touch her, but moving away if they were over-excited. The only one she deliberately missed out was George, her father-in-law.

She fought herself not to arch back into his face, pushing her arse up and into him as her pussy burned with desire. Her cunt was now dripping wet and itching with need. She stepped over the Loake leather shoe allowing her legs to splay apart, opening her sex to the cool night air with just a tiny barrier of lace between the banker's knee and relief. She wiggled across him, smiling graciously at the rich expensive suits. With a shimmy she lowered her body and for a second ground her swollen clit against his leg feeling the rough, sexy feel of the pure new wool.

A final thrust and release and he was spent. He pulled out of her with a final triumphant smack on her gorgeous arse. With a, "Delicieux Madame, adieu." he spun around zipping up his fly and marching back to rule his kingdom of mahogany wood, candlelight and glass.

She lay across the trolley with her bare arse pointing up, smiling luxuriously to herself. That was so good. So raw, so hard, so brutal and so fast. But it had only taken the edge off her pounding desire and she needed more...

On the way to the car, Lillian and I practically jumped our boys. Lillian kept sidling over in front of Peter and pulling his face down to hers to kiss him. She wormed her body against him and grabbed his ass and took his hands and put them on her big breasts. At one point she pushed him up against a wall and squirmed against him, her hand in his groin, feeling and caressing his penis as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. My husband slipped behind me and grabbed me from the back. He slid his hands up and down my body, stroking my breasts. I arched my back to press my nipples against his fingers.

The rest of our group—Kate, Trevor and Matt—danced into our circle, fortunately too buzzed to notice that I was practically being dry humped! Trevor and Matt might have taken a hint, or just have been distracted, but in either case they made a quick detour toward the bar. Kate, on the other hand, danced right up to her best friend, Rachel. Part of me was furious at the interruption (the part that was no longer lodged against Rachel's ass), but my saner parts felt a reprieve. Rachel had probably intended all along to leave me with nothing more than a fantastic tease, but the smirk of amused pity upon her face as she stepped away made me wonder.