Heather Leaves

Heather marched promptly back down to her party. The impudence of Sandra to suggest that something was wrong, the audacity of her to try and ruin Heather's night. Marching back into the ballroom she stopped at the nearest bar pausing only for a moment to wonder what the main commotion was.

It made Heather smile seeing Andrea throwing a shot back with her mouth, Andrea was often prone to drama and it was quite a relief to see her just letting loose. There was no single thought or inkling of recognition that Andrea's actions were out of character. If anything the actions brought on by Andrea's corruption were well received and fueled Heather's own corruption and arousal.

“EXCUSE ME!” Heather shouted over the cheers, drawing the lone bartender left behind the bar over. Shelly shook her head for a moment, wondering how she had lost herself in the actions of her co-worker and the patron, feeling flush with embarrassment that she had been gasping in pleasure in response to the corrupt implement of the Idol that had been eroding away any resistance Shelly might have left.

"Vodka cran, make it a double," Heather ordered, thanking the bartender with a wave before quickly dispersing in search of Jason.

Wandering about the room Heather relished the leering eyes that kept being cast her way, the sexual desire they conveyed alongside the affirmative nods and exchanged whispers as she paused to deliver small talk and salutations. Often with a deliberate lift of her corseted cleavage with her arms. She loved how people took in her breasts through the now see-through black mesh.

At the same time, she found herself marvelling at her guests. The toned figures of the men, some shirts even unbuttoned.

Meanwhile the flaunted hips, asses and breasts of the women, their clothes often strained to contain the changes, or discarded to varying degree. Increasingly as Heather meandered the crowd she took in women had their breasts or asses hanging out, some as result of their burgeoning breasts, asses or flaring hips having expanded beyond the constraints of their original outfits. Almost all of them entangled in some form of debauchery. Heather's Aunt Jean exchanged ass grabs with her as the two passed each other.

Jean was on her way to pull her son's lips to her breast as she craved something more exciting and taboo than the public nipple play she had just been engaged in with her husband.

Heather's Uncle John nodded to her as she passed, her cousin Fiona waving quickly as she disappeared beneath the table to do who knew what forbidden acts.

As she took inventory of her guests she groped the asses of two men as they fucked Heather’s friend Linda between them. Heather took a moment to make out with her brunette friend before moving on.

She found Kate being fucked missionary as she laid back on a table in one corner. Kissing Kate’s boyfriend deeply she squeezed one of her friend’s breasts, giving a wink before moving on past the gangbang Andrea was now relishing.

“There you are. Everything worked out?” Jason remarked coming up behind her, pressing his obvious erection against her ass as he reached around and not so subtly squeezed her breast prompting a moan.

“Well you certainly were busy. Have a few?” Heather remarked, grinding her ass against his erection as the scent of liquor still hung strongly on her husband's lips.

“The bar manager insisted we have a shot of something she called Temptation. It was so good it became 4.” Jason cheerfully gloated, emboldened by the broadening grin on Heather's face. Looking past him in the direction he gestured Heather watched as the bar manager stood behind one of the bartenders, ripping her shirt open wide to allow eager lips to mouth pert nipples.

“Perhaps we should rally the family and say our good nights.” Heather seductively suggested turning and stroking Jason's hard on through his pants. “I'm sure we both could use some real fun.”

Jason fought the urge to try bending Heather over right there. “Can hardly wait.” He awkwardly replied adjusting his cock from its odd angle in a poor attempt to make himself more comfortable.

“Luke, can you go find our wedding party. I'm going to go freshen up get the maids to meet me in the washroom. Phil, get the guests together, then gather the guests.” Heather then instructed, heading to where her cell phone had been left to send a text before going to the washroom to make sure her appearance was just right.