Ouch, a table leg... two men and a woman.

In the dark, you advance toward the corner with the food, hoping that Martin will be there when you arrive.

But your first thing you feel is your foot thumping painfully into the leg of the buffet table. You stifle a yelp and put your hands out reflexively. Your right hand squishes into something soft and sticky, but your left hand slaps the table firmly and stops your false step from turning into an embarrassing party-stopper.

Behind you somewhere, you hear a woman titter.

"Oof!" you hear a male voice from off to one side.

"Excuse you!" someone hisses in response.

Your foot throbs hotly. You stop to collect yourself and catch your breath. Bad choice, Miss Doe, you think. Darkness and stiff drinks don't mix!

You hear faint footsteps and soft fabric sounds from here and there.

You put your right hand to your lips. Toffee custard! Not worth looking for a napkin, not at all! You lick the custard off one finger, then another, and finally your hand is clean. Your foot fells better now. On impulse, you pick up the dish and move slowly toward the corner, guiding yourself with your right hand on the
table edge.

Faint sighs and hums come from here and there. You hear a distinct "Zzzzip! Snap!" from one side. Wet kissing sounds come from somewhere about.

Off to the side, you hear a man's low voice. "God yes, my wife could never..." A woman giggles, and someone hisses for quiet.

When you reach the other end of the long table, your guiding hand touches another. A man is gripping the corner to steady himself. He coughs as you touch him, and you stop, holding the touch for a second. You hear a faint, rhythmic sound down below. Touching his wrist, you feel some fine hairs and a large wristwatch with a metal flex band under a crisp shirt cuff. Who? You follow his sleeve up to his shoulder. He coughs again. A hand captures yours, pulling it up to the left. To his lips. He kisses the back of your right hand, turns it lightly, and kisses your fingertips. He moves your hand to his forearm, and says "Sst!"

Leaving that hand on his arm, you cross your left hand over and find a place on the table for the dish of goopy sweetness. You dip a finger, smear your lips, and suck the finger clean. Down below somewhere, you hear a little jingle and some kissing sounds. Was someone? Was he...?

"Ahhh-oh!" you hear a man's groan from across the room.

A hand touches the top of your hand resting on the sleeve. Fingers trace over your hand and your polished fingernails. It's another man, a different one, with a softer, more hesitant touch. Perhaps he's facing the first man.

You hear more wet kissing from down below, and you hear the second man's voice in a quiet "Aaahh," higher than the first man's low cough. You take your free left hand and follow up his arm, round his shoulder, and down his back. His pants are loose, undone. You move your other hand down the first man's back. The waistband of his smooth slacks is halfway down his buttocks.

Somewhere behind you, a woman's high voice rises with pleasure. "Oh, oh, hah, ah, ah! Ah, AH, AH! AH! AH! Ahhh! Uhhh, ohhh, huh, ahhhhh." Well! Someone was certainly quick at this game. You hear a giggle from off to the side.

The first man coughs and says, "Uhhh," in a low, soft voice. Bracing a hand on the table, you stretch your head up toward his face. Navigating with your nose, you find your spot and plant a sticky kiss on his lips. "Uh-hah!" he exclaims in surprise.

There's a wet lip smack from below. "Hmmm?" you hear a woman's voice. You feel your face grow warm. A step beyond anything you did in high school! Well, then!

You reach down to confirm your suspicions, and your fingers wrap around the base of a warm, thick cock. You squeeze lightly, and the first man says, "Mmm!"

You feel a touch on the top of your fingers. The woman's quiet voice says, "Who's that?" Her lips brush your fingers. "Oh, John. Come down and help me with these fellows," she says, smacking her lips.

Off to the side, you hear the giggle again, then a woman's voice speaking her pleasure out loud. "Oh yes, that's it, deeper, yes, yes, yes..." From her direction, you hear a familiar slap, slap, slap of flesh and a man's low moans. No, another. Two men!

The lights snap on all round. You're standing at the corner of the buffet table, one hand squeezing the base of Gordon's long, thick cock. Melissa looks up at you as she kneels on a thin cushion, rubbing Gordon's cock against Mark's just below their cock heads. She licks her lips. Mark blinks at you with a bewildered look.

You blink back at him and smack your lips, still thickly coated with toffee custard.

Round behind you, Melanie and Anita are curled up together on the sofa. They look unmussed, like they've been exchanging girl talk. But Melanie is flushed bright pink. She says to Anita, "How did you do it? We were just kissing, and you never touched me below the neck!" Anita smiles in response.

Dan, Marcia, and Martin are down on the carpet across the room. Marcia is lying down on Dan's suit jacket, her too-tight dress rucked up to her waist, and Martin is atop her, fucking manfully into her dripping cunt. His knees are pushed up under her legs, spreading her widely. Dan is kneeling beside them, his pants off. Marcia squeezes Dan's erect cock. Dan has one hand gripping Martin's balls, and one finger of his other hand is teasing Martin's bumhole.

"Ah!" Martin says, "Yeah, keep at it!" He repeats himself, "My wife would never..."

Marcia keeps saying, "Yes, yes, yes...."

Dan laughs.

You could watch this for a while. Martin has quite a cock, as you suspected, and he seems to know how to use it. But Dan and Marcia, you muse to yourself. Who would have thought?

"Miss Doe!" Melissa calls. "On task! If you're going to stand there with my husband's cock in your hands, you're obliged to pay some attention to it!"

You twitch in surprise. "Of course," you say, swallowing the "ma'am" before it comes out. "Of course, Melissa, I'll just..."