None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or...events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and. I could see Tom was enjoying it and you could see him start to get a bulge under Amy's hand. To my surprise, Amy kept her hand for the full minute, and it even looked like she increased her pressure on Tom's bulging erection.Then it was Tom's turn. His spin pointed to Sherry, a rather well built blonde wearing a blouse cut almost to her navel. Tom picked a card from the pile for men, and the card read, "French kiss for two minutes," which Tom and Sherry proceeded to do, tongues twisting in each. .. I think I'm gonna be sick."I was holding her under one arm and Jeff the other. All I could think of was how good she felt and how much better she would feel without any clothes on. After we were in Jeff's apartment, she said she had to go to the bathroom. We helped her to the door of the bathroom and she seemed to be able to stand well enough on her own to handle it. Jeff didn't really want to help her and I really did, but had to pretend I didn't. We left her to it and waited outside the. My husband takes my hand and leads me out across the floor. "So?" I ask him. "So," he says, a smile playing across his lips. "I saw her... Are you going to...?" "Yes," he says firmly. I suddenly imagine her on her knees, my husband with her hair in his fist, fucking her mouth with his big dick, slobber slopping onto her shirt. I step in close, feeling him pressing against my belly, his arousal firm and thick through the thin fabric of my dress. I put my hand on his hip as we move to the music,.