The next three hours pass in a pleasant blur. I overeat, have one too many mixed drinks, and dance with several guests. Except when a slow song comes on. Then either Adam or Crystal holds me close.

Either Adam guesses, or Crystal told her husband about what happened in the bathroom because his flirting hits an all-time high. His brief touches turn to long caresses that make me shiver. When we dance, he whispers in my ear. By the end of the party, I can’t remember what Adam said, just how it brought heat to my cheeks. On two occasions I think Adam will kiss me, but he only teases the idea.

During the party, I’m drunk off my giddiness, but it passes once the guests start to leave. Doubt sets in. What do I do now? I don’t want to look foolish or too needy by asking to stay the night, but I don’t want to go home.

As the Kings thank their guests and wish them a good night, I switch over into housekeeping mode. The partygoers haven’t made a terrible mess, but it’ll still take a few hours to get the house proper. None of the hired help stayed, so I set to work taking care of the food and picking up the garbage.

I just got the Lysol wipes to clean up the splatters of food on the tables it all sat on when Adam appears. He laughs as he watches me work.

“What are you doing?”

“My job.”

Adam smirks. “Is that what you really want to do?”

I stare at Adam. No, we both know exactly what I’d rather do. “But things will get gross if not cleaned.”

Adam takes away the Lysol wipes and puts them out of my reach. “Things will get sorted out tomorrow.” He grasps my hand. “Come with me.”

His voice has turned rough and thick, and I wouldn’t have been able to resist his command even if I wanted to. As he leads me upstairs, his free hand drifts over my breasts and ass. Tingles travel from the top of my head to my toes, and what bashfulness infected me as the party wound down disappears. If I didn’t know from experience how uncomfortable stair sex is, I would take Adam right here.

In the Kings’ bedroom, Crystal sprawls out on their bed and wears only her lacy blue bra and panties. She smiles wide when we appear. “Well, it’s about time. Where were you hiding?”

Adam directs me to the bed. “Silly thing was cleaning.”

Crystal rises to rest on her knees in front of me. She takes my head between her hands. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

“Me? I’m not the one with—”

Crystal crushes her lips to mine, and I forget how to form words.

As Crystal makes-out with me, Adam kisses and strokes my neck. At first, I think he’s just caressing my body until my leotard falls from my body. Underneath, I have on only panties (I couldn’t have worn a bra with my costume even if I could fit into Crystal’s D-cups). Adam’s big hands cup my breasts. He twists and pulls on my nipples when I press my ass against his erection.

“Pull harder,” I demand after a moment.

After a few trials, I learned I’m one of those women who need a lot of aggressive handling to get any satisfaction from my breasts and nipples being played with. One of my partners even used chip bag clips on me once, which I loved, but I worry what the Kings will think of me if I ask Adam to do the same.

Adam hesitates for a second, and I’m mortified to think I’ve pushed him out of his comfort zone. Then he tugs with incredible force, better than any chip bag clip, and I moan against Crystal’s mouth.

Crystal’s kissing drops from my mouth to between my legs. She teases me by keeping my panties in place, which drives me nuts. I go to remove the constricting fabric, but Crystal laughs and slaps my hands away. Just when I can’t take it anymore, Crystal drops the hindering material and eats me out properly.

I throw my head back against Adam, and he captures my lips with his. Our first kiss doesn’t sucker punch me like the ones I’ve shared with Crystal did, but what Adam lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm. It helps that I don’t mind that he tastes of the Swedish meatballs he’d consumed by the bucketful.

Just as I near climax, Adam, and Crystal move away.

“Hey!” I say, my voice thick with passion. “W-why?”

Crystal smiles; her mouth and chin wet from me. “Can’t have you tap out too quickly, can we?”

I want to protest, but Crystal kisses me again and pulls me down on top of her as she lies on the bed. Once on top of Crystal, I straddle her and work on unhooking the front of her bra, a feat I’ve never been able to accomplish, even with my own bras. Today, luck is on my side, and I free Crystal’s round, tan breasts without too much hassle. Crystal rewards my success by sucking and nibbling on my lower lip, which draws a rough growl from me.

I take Crystal’s nipple in my mouth and flick it with the tip of my tongue. Crystal moans and then gasps when my fingers slip inside her panties and work with mad intent. The smug glint in Crystal’s eyes when she rejoiced in my previous pouting disappears.

From my peripheral vision, I see Adam has stripped naked and stands by the side of the bed. He strokes himself, and I do a doubletake. The length of his member is nothing to write home about, but can a dick really be that thick? Has the alcohol messed with my ability to judge size?

“Looks fun, doesn’t it?” Crystal asks; her attention on her husband.

“Terrifying, actually.”

Crystal snorts. “You don't think that once it’s in you.”

“Speaking off...” Adam slips on a condom and crawls onto the bed. He maneuvers me into doggy-style between Crystal’s legs and grips my hips. “Ready?”

“I...Yes?”

“Here.” Adam gently prods me. “Feel okay?”

Already, he fills me as no other man has, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. “Oh, yeah.”

Adam presses further, and a wave of ecstasy crashes into me. I grab Crystal’s thighs to remain steady.

“Just a little bit more...There. How are you doing?”

At a loss for words, I grind against Adam. A throaty sigh escapes him, and Crystal giggles. In revenge for earlier, I press my face to Crystal’s center and display a talent with my tongue I never brag about outside of the bedroom.

As I work Crystal into a frenzy, Adam’s tempo increases. With each thrust, my body shudders, and it takes all my concentration to not abandon Crystal to fully revel in the sensations rocking me.

Without warning and all at once, my tense muscles release in a sweet, nerve-tingling wave, and I push back hard on Adam.

“Oh, shit!”

He comes a second later, and another powerful orgasm hits me, yet I don’t stop tending to Crystal. At this point, Crystal has her hands tangled in my hair and rides my face as hard as Adam did me. Two minutes after me and Adam, Crystal climaxes. I continue to taste her as Crystal falls from her high.

“Enough,” Crystal finally cries.

I nip her inner thigh as Adam pulls out of me. “You sure?”

Adam slaps my ass. “Be nice, or I’ll make you go again.” His dick throbs with the idea.

The thought of another session so close to the first exhausts me, and I move, so I rest next to Crystal. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

Crystal snuggles close to me. “There’s always tomorrow, though.”

“Yeah?”

Crystal nods. “I can’t—” She yawns.

Adam tosses the condom into a trashcan by the bed. “We’ve had a night. How about sleep?” He turns off the lamp on the nightstand without confirmation and takes the other spot next to me. He throws his arm around my waist, and from the movements I feel, I know he’s intertwined his fingers with Crystal’s.

Not long after I hear the heavy snores from Crystal and the deep breathing from Adam, I pass out.