She was pressed against the wall. He had one hand pinching her right nipple hard, the left was down below. He had reached under her short skirt only to find that she had no panties on. He was vigorously finger her, focusing on her clit while reaching deeper and deeper inside her, drawing out her juices to spread them around her lips.
She felt her wetness increase, against her will. The thought of all these people watching her getting molested by a stranger was turning her on in ways she didn't think possible. She heard the hoots and laughs, the cheering on of her molestation. She was appalled but loving it.
He pressed his mouth against hers forcefully, moving back and forth across her lips as if seeking an entrance up top that he had already achieved down below.
She remembered what her husband had told her about the house rules for this party. She couldn't break from the kiss, or she would face the consequences. As the night wore on and each hour passed, these went from just having to chug some very spiked punch, to having to remove clothing, then to having to either caress or be caressed by someone chosen at random. Whoever broke the kiss first had to pay the price.
It was after midnight and she didn't want to have to perform a sexual act on the couch. That was the current penalty and she'd already watched two women get hammered from behind by total strangers. One looked like she liked it, but the other cried.
This man that was pressing against her was an animal and had been stalking her all night, waiting in hiding for her to walk under the mistletoe. He'd grabbed her and claimed the right of a kiss six times already. So far she'd chugged more booze than ever before and was so drunk she could barely stand. She also had to remove her panties in plain site for one of the penalties. For the last one she had to allow a stranger to stand behind her and pretend to masturbate her, complete with personal lubricant. She had nearly orgasmed with that one, but the timer had rung and she was able to stagger away.
She complained to her husband but he said he couldn't do anything about it. He did say that the guy was acting like a bully and therefore a coward underneath. If she could just embarrass him publicly, he would leave her alone. He suggested that she match fire with fire. If he caressed her tits, she would rub his pants. If he felt her up, she should take his dick out for all to see. On and on. Eventually she would do something that would embarrass him and he'd give up. She just had to stick to it. Her addled brain seemed to think this was a good idea.
What she didn't know was that her husband had found out she had been cheating on him and was pissed. He hid it, waiting for a way to pay her back. This was his chance, to totally humiliate her in public for what she'd done. She didn't know that he had told this stranger that he'd seen her before and had bagged her at a party like this one but didn't really know her. He said how hot she was when she got drunk. He urged him on, telling him just how to touch her to get her going.
So there she was, legs spread, her skirt up around her waist with a strangers hand practically up her pussy and her tits out, being pinched and fondled in a way that always turned her on. She had tried to do what her husband suggested. She had rubbed his pants as he was feeling up her tits, but that only seemed to arouse him more. She was so drunk that she could barely stand.