Revelling in those complex emotions of jealousy, pride and humiliation on a daily basis, would be the ultimate fetish-lifestyle for me. So as you can ...magine, it was a dementedly huge turn-on to see this real-life cucktrix, working the floor at the party; taking stranger's cocks into her mouth; particularly in the knowledge that she had a husband, or at very least a boyfriend. This wasn't just any old sex at a party, it was cuckoldry on steroids. I was falling head-over-heels with this woman. I. She got up and began to twirl around and gyrate like a belly dancer. She and Amy began to dance together. I looked over at Rick, “I’m not sure the football team would survive.” He laughed. Amy came over to the lounge chair where I was stretched out and climbed on my legs and took my lunch plate from my hands. Sara did the same for Rick. “We could have a slave auction for charity.” Amy scootched her butt up my legs, dragging her crotch against my hairy legs. She took the sausage on a bun from. .Yes Mistress! She would laugh and force me to my knees... Hiking up her dress ..grabbing my head by the hair..pulling me violently to her swollen and dripping slit!! My face hurting from the force she was using to bury my nose and mouth into her dripping lips.. Clean it all up sissy boy!! I had no choice but to comply with her perverted demands.. In order to keep from suffocating I would slurp and swallow just to get a gasp of air between her reckless mounting of my face!! "That's it slut" she. But it was too late to back out now, so I stepped into the room opposite the large lounge and Kevin quickly shut the door, and for the next half an hour or more, I could hear laughter and excited chatter coming from the other room, and then finally Kevin opened the door."She's ready" he grinned "Come on!"And so, dressed in a nice black suit and white shirt and black tie, I stepped through into the next room looking like a posh waiter, and was immediately greeted by loud dance music and excited.