Chapter 5
We arrived late at the party. Stella had changed three times before finally deciding to wear an off-shoulder thin silk dress, knee length in red designed by Lauren Ralph. No bra or panties as these would spoil the profile. Below the flowing hemline, her tanned legs looked at their best in spiked high heels.
The hosts were the owners of the biggest tractor dealers in the county. Charlie is a burly giant, whose handshake crushed my fingers to the bone. I guessed they were both in their early fifties. I noticed his wife Janet also wore a red silk dress only a little differently styled to Stella's. She is a touch heavier than my wife with good legs. A very sociable lady, Janet introduced us to lots of new people.
Stella downed a second glass of champagne in no time. A little worrying as she can never handle lots of booze. No alcohol for me as I am the nominated driver tonight. Charlie handed me one of those very large wine goblets brimming with lemonade and crushed ice. He winked at me, saying with that big glass, everyone will assume I'm a hard drinker. Janet almost adopted me. Holding my arm, introducing me to a succession of guests.
After a time, she said that she must mingle and would catch up with me later. I felt a friendly squeeze of my buttock just before she walked away.
Someone called me to come over. I recognised him at once; the PC Doc guy who had humiliated me over the spilt coffee incident. I politely said hello to his fiancée, Rita. Also met a couple of other men, Bill and Alan who shared their table. Against the loud music, I struggled to follow Doc's conversation with his girlfriend. One thing I did catch; the dreaded cocksucker word. That moment, Rita turned towards me and said,
"So you're the sweet man I have to thank for getting Doc's equipment back into working order after that bad scalding."
I muttered yes and prayed that nothing more would be discussed. Unfortunately, the two guys leant across asking what on earth we were talking about. Doc proceeded to give a detailed commentary of my humiliating cock-sucking performance on that shameful day.
They were full of praise about me helping Doc, a pleasure for them to meet such a kind cocksucker. Alan insisted on fetching me another drink and came back with the refilled large goblet. I sipped the lemonade but it didn't taste the same.
Doc and Rita got up to join lots of dancers. Could not see Stella but everyone seemed to be admiring a very shapely girl, exotic looks, in a tight sheath dress. Sensuously gliding around the floor, her long black hair shining under the disco-lights.
I remained at the table sitting between Bill and Alan. I got their names mixed up. Bill said to remember he is the big man. Alan is the little guy. He added that it's the same with their dicks:
" Mine's very big and his is just big."
Alan laughed and said, "Yes but I can keep it up longer."
Humiliating life of lotto winner
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They kept on and on about my cocksucking skills. Thought it would be great if I came over to their apartment and gave a demonstration. My wife would be very welcome too.
By the time I drowned my third goblet, I felt very relaxed, totally uninhibited. Surprisingly, found myself confiding details of the bi-sexual anal test session with the army nurse. I must have told the story in an entertaining way. They were fascinated. Insisted I describe every tiny detail a second time. Bill said
"So you're bi. That must be the best sexuality possible. In our case, we're gay, that's the both of us."
That moment, Alan handed me my fourth large goblet of the now odd tasting lemonade. I took a couple of long swigs before saying that I had enjoyed chatting with them. Strangely, my words came out all slurred. I felt woozy, very full and in need of the loo. Alan astonished me by saying that usually happens to anyone who boozes all night,
"So don't worry Jessie, anyone would be sozzled after drinking all those double vodkas."
I stood up; Bill grabbed me to stop me falling over. Feeling an urgent need to go to the bathroom, I staggered across the crowded main room out into the hallway. For a moment, I thought I saw Stella in her red dress coming towards me but getting closer I could make out Janet's features. Intuitively, she said,
"Come on dear, let me show you to the bathroom."
She supported me up the staircase and opened a door.
I felt very groggy. Struggled and failed to open my zip. Finally, Janet said that she would have to help me. She slid the zip down and her hand searched inside my trousers,
"Where is it? You're not a eunuch are you?"
She extracted my prick between finger and thumb and took aim. I piddled a long torrent down the loo. Janet expertly gave my prick a final shake, tucked it back inside and zipped me up neatly.
I felt close to collapsing. Janet said,
"I have to go back down now. You're really pissed up to the eyeballs Jessie. Suggest you have a lie down in the next room."
A few moments later, I slowly followed her out of the bathroom. There seemed to be lots of doors from which to choose. Suffering blurred vision, I stumbled into the room opposite.
Almost completely dark, I could just make out a king sized bed heaped with guests' coats. I wheeled around the room to eventually collapse on the far side of the bed. Tried to turn over but promptly rolled off onto the carpet, accidentally dragging some coats down on top of me. Didn't attempt to move again. I passed out, dead to the world.
Humiliating life of lotto winner
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It must have been a long time before I came round. I detected the bed shaking violently and heard grunts and the rhythmic thuds. Eventually it dawned on me: a couple having serious sex. The shaking intensified with the sound of a man moaning loudly in orgasm,
"Oh! Oh! Fucking hell Janet darling you've got a great ass."
I kept absolutely still. All quiet in the room for a few moments before the man stood up and started talking. Didn't recognise his voice,
"Thanks for a great fuck Janet. The best doggie action I've ever had with you. Must dash before your Charlie comes looking for you. Bye, bye sex bomb."
Janet, her head buried in the pillow tried to answer but her murmured groans were unintelligible to me. The door opened and closed, leaving me alone with Janet. My mind went into overdrive thinking how I could discreetly escape.
In the dark gloom, I could dimly make out Janet in her red dress sprawled face down on the bed. I slowly crawled on my hands and knees towards the door. Half way across the room, Janet stirred and sat up. The room flooded with light as she switched on the bedside lamp.
I experienced the worst moment of my entire life. I could see the woman clearly. My instant prayer that I was experiencing a hallucination was shattered. Not Janet in the red dress.
I could see my lovely wife.
I blinked but yes; the lady in red is definitely Stella. Felt absolutely flabbergasted. Could only speculate that in darkness, the guy had confused her with Janet because of their wearing similar red dresses.
Stella held one hand across her forehead and groaned at me,
