Years ago, my first wife and I were invited to a Christmas party given by one of the nurses at the hospital where she worked. I hated going to these things because I didn't really know anyone there, and the parties went on literally until the sun came up. Joan was the only white woman at the hospital, and being the only white people at the party was always kind of interesting, but just not knowing too many people made them seem like they dragged on for hours and hours. Everybody has probably attended one of those get togethers where all the people know each other from work so they trade insider stories all night.
I had no choice so I went along intending to get a nice buzz going, then wait until Joan was tired of partying so we could head back to our place. When we got to the house of the head nurse Lisa, she opened the door wearing a skin-tight black jumpsuit, unzipped until half of her breasts were showing. Lisa was a gorgeous woman, and the suit set off her skin well. Her breasts were large and firm and she gave us a big smile and told us to put our coats in the master bedroom. When we dumped out coats, I saw that Lisa and her husband had a huge velvet painting of a naked black woman hanging over their bed. So far, the party was a lot more interesting than I had anticipated.
We headed to the basement and I was introduced to Lisa's husband Jim, who was acting as a bartender. Jim was athletic looking, a few inches taller than me at 6'4". He handed me a beer and told me to enjoy myself. He handed Joan a drink and gave her a big smile. While Joan went and started gabbing with her friends, I sat nursing my beer.
Lisa came downstairs and a guy named Robert, a male nurse on her unit, made a comment about showing so much skin.
"You think so?" Lisa said with a teasing smile as she tugged the zipper down another three or four inches. "What do you think now?"
"Don't stop on my account," Robert said with a laugh. "Let me know if you need any help with a stuck zipper."
Everybody laughed and I saw that Jim was enjoying it as much as anybody. The party settled down to drinking and talking after that. I needed to use the bathroom and I figured there must be one somewhere downstairs, so I wandered in the back looking for one. I found it, and also a small room with a pool table in it. At least that would give me something to do, so when I was finished I started hitting some shots, just sort of fooling around.
Jim came back after a few minutes and we started talking.
"Joan is sure a good looking woman," he said.
Joan was about 27 at the time. She is short, about 5'2" and she had her hair long, coming down to her shoulders. Joan is small all over, but she had a nice firm body. I know from her stories from work that the black men at work complimented her all the time, so Jim's comment didn't surprise me.
"You've got yourself a pretty nice looking woman yourself," I replied.
"Yeah, Lisa's fine all right, but a man needs a little variety once in awhile, you know?"
I wasn't sure where this was going, so I agreed with him.
"How about you?" he asked. "I mean, you must want a little strange pussy once in awhile, even with such a fine piece as Joan around."
"Everybody thinks about that, don't they?" I joked. "Variety is the spice of life, right?"
"Oh yeah, that's true, man. Listen, I don't know what Joan had told you about these parties, but they get a little wild after everybody's been drinking for awhile. Just thought you should know before anything happens is all."
He must have mistaken my expression for puzzlement because he went on to say, "You know, fucking, sucking, you name it. If you guys aren't cool with that, no problem, we'll just wait until you go. But, if you are okay with it, we can crank this thing up anytime."
I had often fantasized about watching Joan with another guy, and now Jim sounded like he was offering me a chance to see that happen. There were about a dozen guys at the party, so there would certainly be enough men to go around. I just wasn't sure how Joan would react to it. She had never gotten into any of the fantasies, but I wondered if she would act differently with her co-workers, especially since she was getting drunk and this sort of thing seemed normal with them.
"Sounds good to me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, as if this was something we did everyday.
Jim laughed and said," I know it sounds good to you. What about Joan? She going to freak out? Cause that wouldn't be cool at all."
I could see his point, then I had an idea. "Got any pot?" I asked.
"Sure. Why?"
"Joan gets super horny when she's high. Maybe if we get her a little stoned she'll be more agreeable. I don't think she'll make any fuss then."
"I've got some stuff that will knock her right on her ass," Jim assured me. He looked at the pool table and said, "And I've got an idea how to set this thing up."
When he told me what he had in mind, I nodded. "That will work fine."
"Okay, let me get the stuff and we can get this thing started."
He was back in a few minutes and before long people were passing a pipe back and forth. He whispered something to the people sitting with Joan, and they talked quietly amongst themselves while she was taking a hit. After that, I noticed that they kept the pipe in her hands, egging her on to take bigger and bigger hits. It wasn't more than ten minutes before she was giggling at nothing, the sure sign she was getting high.
My turn. I went over and sat next to her while the others sort of sat back in their chairs watching, the pipe now going back and forth between the half dozen or so people. They were all women from her unit, and they looked at her with strange expressions, excited and like they knew some sort of secret. Jim dimmed the lights so that the only illumination was from some Christmas lights strung on the walls and two or three candles.
I leaned down and kissed Joan, which she readily returned, opening her mouth and swirling her tongue into mine. It was the kind of kiss she only used when she was aroused, so I knew it was time to plunge in and see if the rest of the evening was going to be what I thought it was. While I continued to kiss her, I let me hand drop down to start rubbing her smallish tits through her blouse, knowing that her co-workers could see everything. Joan knew that too, so this was going to be the real test.
She broke the kiss for just a moment, looking over my shoulders at the rest of the room.
"People are watching," she whispered in my ear.
"So what? Let them watch." I continued to rub her nipples through the sheer material of the shirt, and I could feel them beginning to harden. She swallowed and closed her eyes, her breathing starting to get faster. I decided to push the envelope a little and shifted my position on the couch. I had been partially blocking her by being in front of her, but now her entire body was exposed and I was to her side. She stared down at my hands on her breasts, then looked at her co-workers through glazed eyes before turning her face to me and kissing me passionately. Phase one was a success.
She was starting to moan softly, and her hips were beginning to move around on the couch.
"Damn, girl, you're getting hot there, aren't you?" her friend Alisha said with a laugh. Joan didn't answer, but she made no protest when I unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt and started caressing the tops of her breasts.
Joan turned to me and said softly, "Let's get out of here. I need you to fuck me. You've got me so hot."
"What's the hurry?" I asked. "We just got here."
"I need you inside me," Joan whispered urgently.
"Later," I assured her.
Just then, Jim said, "Hey everybody, the party's moving to the pool room."
"Damn, the show was just getting good," one of the women in the circle said with a laugh.
Most of the people filed back into the small room, maybe twenty or so all together. I noticed that all twelve of the guys managed to make it, as well as Lisa. Jim took Joan to a high bar stool and told her to sit. The stool was as far from the door as possible, and once Joan was on it, there was no way for her to get out without literally climbing over fifteen or twenty people. Jim handed her a full pipe and she gratefully took another hit, smiling a little as she passed it to the next person.
"We're going to play a little game of pool, "Jim announced.
"What?" one of the guys said indignantly. "I don't want to watch no pool game, not with all this fine stuff around."
"You'll like this one," Jim assured him. "I was talking to Thomas here, and we decided to play some eight ball, with these conditions. Each time one of us knocks down a ball, the other's wife will take off a piece of clothing. Winner gets the loser's wife as a prize."
Immediately, the room erupted in laughter and shouts. "Damn! That's more like it!" shouted one guy.
Joan looked shocked. I wondered what she would do. If she said no, there really wasn't anything to do about it, but I was counting on her condition to influence her decision. She took a deep drag on the pipe, then another one, before smiling lazily at her friends. They saw her reaction and started teasing her.
"Joan's ready," Alisha said. "Look at her. Girl, you're going to be an honorary black woman before the night's over."
"Yeah," called another, "black by injection."
