Martin gets paired with Marcia...

The group sounds like a bunch of third graders, 'ooo-ing' and 'ah-ing' as the tall black man gives Marcia a vicious grin. She looks back at him with an equally naughty gaze and then looks away as though suddenly aware of all of the people in the room.

"What are you going to do my boy? Especially since the french kiss has been taken?" calls out Gordon. Gordon impresses you as a man who gets his jollies through watching other people. Maybe that's why his wife is so friendly, you wonder.

Martin walks across to Marcia who stands up, nervous as to what is going to happen next. Martin places his hands on her hips and takes a second to stare at her, obviously thinking through his options.

Suddenly, Melissa breaks the tension: "Oh, don't act all coy, you two, we all know you belong to the club. Get it on already."

Club? You look at your wife who returns your look of confusion. She shrugs and you think nothing more of it. Gordon sees this little aside and leans over toward you. "It seems our friend Martin here is very blessed in the area of 'manhood', if you catch my meaning. Because of that, the women in his social circle have started a sort of fan club. You pay your dues to the club by bowing at the alter of Martin. You'll find out in time, I'm sure."

"Oh, but I'm not, you know, um, into men," you quickly stutter back at him.

"Not you," Gordon laughs, almost breaking the whispering into his regular volume, "Your wife. She'll be a member of the club by the end of the evening, I'm sure of it."

You don't know whether to be angry or turned on by this thought but you quickly respond with a conventional answer, "Well, she would never..."

"Don't speak too soon. I'd bet you 100 that she'll be a full fledged member by the end of the evening."

You again are confused on how to handle this. "My wife and I are loyal to each other. I can use your money. You have a bet."

"Excellent," he says aloud, and sits back upright in his chair.

You also look forward and realize that in the time it took for you to finish your conversation, Martin has succeeded in pushing Marcia's blouse and bra above her magnificent breasts and is now grasping one in his hand while nursing the other breast's nipple. Marcia is methodically humping the air with her hips, eyes closed and head thrown back, breathing rather focusedly through her mouth.

You look over at Marcia's husband who is looking a bit nervous but smiling none-the-less, as though he was resigned to the fact that this man would have his way with his wife anytime he wished. Poor sod, you think to yourself.

"Okay you two," Melissa interrupts the cat calling, "You've made your point. Let's get on to the next selection."

"Excuse me," says your wife suddenly and she gets up to leave the room. She looks strangely flustered to you. Odd, you think.