Back to the mixer

She gave me the dirty and damp panties she had been wearing earlier. I put them on, then put my suit back on and headed down stairs. Seeing how horny this made her was really a turn on. Of all the ways i would have guessed that she would react, this would never have made the list.

When I entered the room, the lights had been dimmed and music was blaring. Sharply dressed business men and women were clustered around tables talking. Others were drinking. A handful had wandered onto the dance floor. I wondered how many of the latter were here planning on cheating on their spouse.

I bet none of them had a spouse who was waiting upstairs in a closet to watch them have gay sex...

I spot Evan, looking more manly than he had before. He's at a table full of beautiful middle aged women who are all about to cream their panties over him. He shows no outward sign than just a few minutes earlier he'd been sucking off an older guy in a hotel room upstairs.

I looked around the room trying to spot any guys who looked like they might be up for a little guy-on-guy action. It was really hard to say. Finally i picked a couple of guys i thought might fit the bill.