Truth

"Truth," says Melissa, smiling faux-sweetly at her husband.

"How... restrained of you, my dear," smirks back Gordon. "Very well..." He thinks for a moment and clears his throat.

"How many of your employees, over the years..." he demands, in an exaggerated, prosecutorial tone, "have you had sex with?"

"At one time, dear?" answers Melissa primly.

"No no," sighs Gordon over the guests' laughter, "in toto..."

"Well, not nearly enough, certainly..."

You laugh with the rest of the guests, but your heart is racing as Melissa begins to list her past lovers, male and female, describing them in lurid detail, and you contemplate just how much wilder this party may get. Then you feel Marcia squeeze your hand and move it under her skirt. It feels moist between her silky thighs, and you think she may not be wearing panties. Your eyes return to her exquisite bare breasts, and you feel her long tongue trace the edge of your ear as she murmurs breathily...

"So sad... all that seed gone to waste. If only I'd known sooner."

Self-consciously, you notice Dan watching you and his wife, but he only smiles before returning his attention to Melissa.

"Ooooohhh... There it is..." coos Marcia as her free hand slips between your legs to feel your uncomfortably swelling cock. "Can I see it? Will you stroke it for me, please? In front of me instead of just thinking about me?" She looks through her towsled blonde hair into your eyes, smiling hopefully with those cute, pouty lips.