I am slow dancing with party goers in only my stockings and heels. Cum from countless men dripping down the inside of my thigh. I feel a deep sense of...validation, they all craved me, desired me and had to have me. As men leave, they slap my but or kiss my neck and say things like “you are fucking amazing!” or “thank you I won’t forget this!” I give them a big wet kiss and say, “you are welcome anytime!” My ex come up and tells me how I exceeded his wildest expectations. I mention that I did not. Almost too big for her mouth. She knew he was getting close. She couldn't wait to taste his hot sweet cum. She could taste the sweet pre-cum leaking out.All of a sudden he said, "I'm cumming."He pulled it out of her mouth. He stroked his cock hard and fast, it shot all over her face and hair. Spurt after spurt, she couldn't believe how much came out. Her face was covered.He said, "your guy is still watching."She took her fingers and scooped it up off her face and put his cum in her mouth. She. “Well, maybe not, but I thought I saw somebody like you at Roger and Amanda Baker’s about a month ago. I’m probably wrong, though.” There, that gave her an out if she didn’t want to admit to it.Instead, her eyes widened, and a smile creased her face. “Really, the Bakers, hmmm ... You know the Bakers?”“Oh, I’ve known them for years. I just started going to their parties recently.”“They have some fun parties, don’t they?” she grinned.I nodded and smiled. “Yeah!”“You’ll have to come over to my. When I added my brown contacts I looked like someone from these latitudes. Add the clothing and nobody could see the difference. If I acted like a rich, ignorant bastard, I probably wouldn't need to talk much, or so I hoped.I retreated to Pam's room, hoping that I would catch some sleep. Once we were on the move, there wouldn't be any sleeping for a while. I looked back at the three women in the kitchen while I was lying down on the bed, and I wondered how different my life could have been, if.