Hello, my name is Sue, and I'm a cockaholic. When I caught my husband cheating on me, we ended up with him telling me we were in an open relationship. I wasn't a fan at first, but I eventually realized that I can get a lot more sex than he can. He has his one mistress, and I have several guys I have sex with whenever I want, however I want, and I can always get more if I so wish.
My husband, Dave, seems to really enjoy hearing about, and seeing pictures of, my, let's call them "engagements". It really turns him on, and when he's fucking me, he's not fucking her.
One of my hookups is Philip. He used to work in our building as the mail guy, and he recognized my picture on Tinder. We had a few adventures at work, and we've had a few adventures at his place too. We've stayed in touch since he got promoted and left my building, generally just "how are you doing?" type of stuff as he's been busy settling in.
I got a message from him though, saying that they were having a birthday party for Stan, one of his two roommates, and would I be his date? I wasn't comfortable with "date," but I said I'd accompany him.
I was at my desk, working, and my cell phone rang. It was Philip.
"Hello sexy," he said.
"You must want something," I said with a laugh in my voice.
"Funny you should mention that," he said. He knows I like it when he just comes out and admits it rather than tries to wheedle me into something - we're not in a relationship, after all, we're fuck buddies.
"You know Stan's birthday party is on Saturday?" he continued.
"Yes," I said. I was trying to see if Emily, my nosy co-worker, was listening in. I was watching what I said on the phone in front of her.
"Well, we were wondering if you'd strip for Stan. Whatever you want, just a party hearty joke sort of thing. Kyle suggested we get a stripper, but..." he tailed off.
"They're expensive and you're broke?" I suggested.
"Well, yes. And it's late and we just thought of it."
"So we're not going together then?" I asked.
"Sure we are, this is extra."
"Fine," I said with a sigh, "I'll do it. You owe me though."
"I always do," he said.
We said our goodbyes, and I started thinking about what I had let myself in for. How many people were going to be there? Would any of them know me? Wouldn't there be girls there, who'd be jealous or spiteful afterwards? I guessed I'd have to wait and see.
On the night, I decided to dress simple. It would make stripping easier, and I was less likely to klutz something up. Black thong, bra, high heels, little black dress. I laid them out on the bed, and jumped in the shower. I trimmed my landing strip to be nice and tight, with the hair short, then shaved the rest of me. I think I look younger with a ponytail, and it keeps my hair out of my face, so I went with that.
"Wow," said Dave as I passed him in the living room en route to the Uber waiting outside. "Where are you off to?"
"A party," I said. "Don't wait up."
In the car, I got my phone out of my little bag and played with it rather than notice the driver staring at me in the mirror. I thanked him when we got to Philip's, and headed for the front door. There were balloons tied to the handle, like Stan's five years old or something. I could hear some muted music from inside, and that's always a good sign. Rather than ring the bell, I tried the door and it was open, so I went in, looking around for Philip. Or Stan, I guess.
There were a fair number of people in there, and inside the music was louder, but not deafening. There wasn't a DJ or anything, there was somebody's phone hanging from a USB cable plugged in to the stereo, so I assumed that was driving the music.
I saw Eric or Kenny, one of the housemates' friends who'd watched me perform the first time I'd visited. I never found out which one was which, and he sort of smirked at me. Delightful. Last time I let him cum over me. Probably.
Suddenly I was grabbed from the side, and Kyle kissed me on the cheek. I liked Kyle - he's a little older than the others, decent, and a great masseur. We chatted for a few minutes, and I asked him where Philip was... he pointed vaguely over to the kitchen. I always end up in the kitchen in parties. I waved to him, and said I'd talk to him later, and headed over to the kitchen.
Philip was in there, talking to three people... one of them a pretty girl. I stopped short, not wanting to be a cock blocker, but he pushed through them, all animated and put his arms around me. He kissed me, passionately, but quickly.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" he said excitedly. "Guys, this is my plus one, Sue."
I smiled and shook hands with them, pretty much instantly forgetting their names.
"Sue's going to help me out with a little gift for Stan," he told them conspiratorially.
A gift. I guess that's what I was tonight. I guess he must have seen something in my face, as he leaned in, squeezing my bum and said quietly "and we can play afterwards, if you're up for it."
I shrugged at him. I didn't know how I was going to be feeling, or even what I was really going to do yet.
Philip handed me a red Solo cup, and I drank it, not really knowing what it was. Luckily it was white wine... I like white wine.
He quietly told me he'd set up a GoPro to capture the evening's events. I looked around and found it, and decided to try and remember to try and get the memory card.
I listened to him chat with his friends, nodding politely every now and then, and noticing that he kept my cup about half full. Good, I could do with some Dutch courage.
Philip asked if I wanted him to put my bag somewhere, and I said sure. He took it and disappeared into parts of the house I'd never been, leaving me to talk to his friends.
How did I know Philip? Work. They knew him from school.
