A buddy of mine, Billy, threw a Guys night party at his place. He was loaded a big stockbroker and his wife Emily was the classic trophy wife. She had that perfect hair, smooth skin, and a smile that could make you forget what you were saying mid-sentence.
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That night, she was in a short skirt and a tank top, She kept bringing us drinks, making snacks, and laughing at every joke. She was the only girl there, but she didn’t seem shy about it. Every so often, she’d glance at Billy like she was silently checking if what she was doing was okay.
They had a pool, so we all ended up swimming. She joined us, splashing around, teasing a little, letting her hands linger when she passed out drinks. The vibe was already charged.
Later, we were back in the living room, just chilling. She disappeared upstairs, then came back down wearing nothing but a towel. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely tipsy, loose, flirty, and confident.
Without saying a word, she dropped the towel and just stood there. We all froze for a second, then started laughing in disbelief. She was gorgeous.
One of the guys patted his lap and asked her to sit. She gave Billy a look like she wanted permission and he just grinned and nodded. The moment she sat down, she felt his bulge through his shorts. She smirked, kissed him, and slid to her knees, unzipping him.
The next guy looked at Billy. “My turn?” he asked. Billy just motioned toward a bowl of condoms sitting on the dresser, like it was planned all along.
The guy suited up, came up behind her, and slid in while she was still on her knees. She moaned loud enough for all of us to hear.
That’s when the rest of us knew—yeah, this was happening. We were all getting a turn.
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