" You need to be home soon." I turned and followed him, still without conscious thought, but simply following instructions. He drove me home. "Have a ...ood evening Miss, I mean sir." he said as I left the car. "I hope you can make up your mind which you want to be."I walked into the house, and was greeted by a welter of voices calling out "Surprise, Happy Birthday" only to be cut off as the guests, who seemed to consist of my entire family and most of my friends, stared at me. My wife came up,. I reached out with both hands, gently searching for a cock with each, and when I found them I began to stroke. Two moans came from either side of me. Once the guys realized I was becoming an active participant in this little groping session, things got even more heated. The once timid, but hopeful, hands turned more confident. They squeezed my breasts, my booty, massaged my clit and pushed inside me with more direct purpose now. It was difficult to see, surrounded and being manhandled as I was,. He slid his hands back up my thighs, grazing my pussy lips with his hand and causing my hips to buck. He moved past my pussy, stroked my hips and reached under me to undo my skirt. Again I lifted my hips and let him. Now I was lying completely nude on the couch. For the first time a man was looking at my body. I felt my face heat with a blush.I don't think he noticed because suddenly he was down there, between my legs, not with his fingers but with his mouth.A jolt of electricity flashed. Basically they all wore what amounted to a tube of cloththat just covered and hung off their breasts like a shelf for support.The shorts probably were a little shorter on me than the original owner, they were cut short enough that the pockets of the pants they originally came from were sticking out.That was the day I knew I was going to marry my future husband.That whole day he rarely left my side and acted like he was protectingme from the gazes of all the other men. All along his.