My name is Mary, and I am a consultant for the government. I often travel with my coworkers to various cities for conferences and presentations. I am married, and my husband's job keeps him close to home. My husband and I are both white, but I do have some Native American blood in me, giving me dark hair, high cheek bones and tanned skin. I have smaller breasts, but wide hips and a great ass, which people often compliment me on. I'm 30 years old, but usually people think I'm about 22.
Currently, I'm in Atlanta with a two of my coworkers, Jon and Alex. Jon is a black man in his mid 50's, with a short kept gray beard and short black and gray hair. He is about 6'2" and muscular but has a bit of a beer gut from a lot of nights at bars. Jon has been with my office for over 20 years, so he has been showing me the ropes as we travel around the country. He is very much like a father-figure in the office.
Alex on the other hand, is quite the opposite of Jon. Alex is in his early 20's, Asian, with a very small frame, no more than 5'3" tall and 130 pounds, soaking wet.
Typically, we will work a conference during the day, and once it is closed for the night, we will go grab dinner, before hitting up a bar for a few hours or catching a local show. Tonight was no different as we got BBQ for dinner at a local spot recommended by the conference hosts. Jon, Alex and I, ate together at a table in the corner. Usually we talk about the conference and what we need to do the next day, but tonight, Jon was drinking more than usual. After a few beers, he opened up and told us he and his wife had just divorced. He told us he was sad it ended after over 15 years, but the last few years had been strained to say the least. We let Jon get it off his chest, and after a few more beers, we had moved on to new, more happy topics. We finished the night off with a few last drinks back at the hotel bar before going to our respective rooms for the night. The next day was the last day of the conference, which went on without a hitch. For dinner tonight, we went to a local Mexican restaurant, which is where this trip begins to get interesting.
"So guys," Jon said, "I just heard from some friends who live here in town, and they are having a party to watch the draft and are going to play some poker afterwards. They've got a couple big screen TVs, plenty of free beer, and good party foods. Do you guys want to come with? It could be a good change from our normal routine."
I didn't particularly want to go to a party with people I didn't know, and I didn't really care about the draft, but I felt bad saying no after Jon had opened up about his divorce. "Sure," I said, "that sounds like fun."
"Yea, I'll go too," Alex said. If I had to guess, Alex cared even less about the draft than I did, but he probably had the same thoughts about being there for Jon.
"Great, let's go get cleaned up at the hotel and grab a taxi over to their place," Jon said. We all finished up our dinners and made our way back to our hotel. I showered and spoke to my husband on the phone for a while as I got ready to go. I had been dressed up all day, so I put on some yoga pants and a t-shirt. Seven o'clock rolled around, so I headed down to the lobby. When I got there, I found that Jon and Alex were already there. "Ready?" Jon asked me.
"Yup," I said with a smile, "lets go." We left the hotel and flagged down a taxi. Jon gave the driver the address for his friend's house and we arrived a short time later. The house was in a nicer suburban part of Atlanta and was pretty large. There were a couple cars in the driveway and on the street in front of the house. We paid the driver and made our way up to the door. Jon knocked and the door opened a few moments later.
"Come on in!" a black man, about 40 said to us. He gave Jon a one armed hug and pat on the back. Alex and I stood there somewhat awkwardly as they exchanged a few more words.
"Lamar, this is Mary and Alex," he said with a hand outstretched toward us. "Guys, this is Lamar, an old friend." Lamar briefly nodded at Alex before looking me up and down, a grin on his face. It kind of made me uncomfortable, like he was undressing me with his mind.
"Come on y'all, everyone is in the entertainment room." Lamar turned and waved for us to follow him. Jon, Alex, and I followed him and Lamar turned back to us, "Can I get you guys anything to drink? I have beer and some hard liquors."
Jon and Alex asked for a beer, and I asked for a vodka tonic if he had what he needed. "I've got you girl," he said with a smile and wink. Right then, Jon saw some other old friends and moved off to greet them. Alex and I were standing off to the side of the room when Lamar brought our drinks over to us.
"Thank you," I told him, as I accepted the drink. I wouldn't have thanked him if I had known he put an experimental drug in my drink, designed to make women extremely horny and turned on. I would later learn the drug is supposed to be used for women who have a non-existent sex drive, to bring them to a more normal sex life. For women with a normal or high sex drive, they can become extremely horny and lose their inhibitions.
"So, what do you do?" I asked Lamar, to be polite more than anything.
"I'm in pharmaceuticals," he said, "I design new drugs for my company, and fine tune existing ones to make them more effective, with less side effects."
"Oh, that's interesting," I said, and I meant it, "have you designed any I've heard of?" Lamar named a few drugs and I had actually seen one of them on the news recently. It was supposedly a breakthrough in pain relief, without any of the addictive downsides.
We made some more small talk as we waited for the draft to start. I started to feel flushed and began to have butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't the only woman there, but for some reason I wasn't interested in talking to the women. I was craving attention from the men. I chalked it up to the fact most of the guys were handsome and well dressed, with pretty fit physiques. The draft was starting so everyone began gathering around the room in various chairs and couches. Lamar brought me my second drink, another vodka tonic with that unbeknownst to me drug in it.
We watched on the TV and most of the guys were making comments about various choices teams had made, but none of it seemed interesting to me. My thoughts were on the men around me. I couldn't help but look at Jon's muscular arms and wonder what it would be like for him to hold me. I looked over at another black man who had waist long hair, and wondered what it would be like to have his hair brushing my face while I sucked his cock. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I thought to myself. Without saying anything, I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed to get away from the other people for a minute. I splashed some water on my face and tried to clear my head of the intrusive thoughts.
After several long moments, I made my way back to the party and sat back down on the couch, fighting the urge to sit on Jon's lap. Eventually, the draft ended and most of the people at the party left. Lamar, Jon, Alex, Lamar's friend Tayvon, and I all went into another room with a poker table set up in the center of the room, and a bar against the wall. Lamar made everyone drinks and gave me my third spiked vodka tonic.
We all gathered around the table and "bought in" for $20 each. We played with chips Lamar had at the table. I wasn't having much luck at focusing on the game, as the only thing on my mind was sex. Lamar, Jon, and Tayvon were all looking my way as I sipped my drink. I was looking between all four men and wondering how big their cocks were, and which one was the best lay. "What the fuck is wrong with me right now?" I said to myself again. "I'm a married woman, I need to get myself straight and stop thinking about sex."
