(Part I is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/uW6IVV5Wxp)

I unlocked the door, and slowly opened it to find Tiff, entertaining several men. Still in her outfit she had sent me a picture of earlier, except now I could see that her panties were crotchless, and she was definitely already dripping.

She was walking around with a bottle of whiskey, topping off everyone’s glass and gave me a nice knowing smile when she saw me. She walked over to me, pulled me in close and gave me a long deep kiss. Her hand slowly traced the buttons of my shirt, and rested on my throbbing cock.

“The birthday man is here!” She cheered. As everyone clapped, it took me a moment to fully assess how many people were here and where I knew them all from.

First, over by the bar, was Julian. He was a member of my department, and was a great guy. Always impressive on scenes, and had wonderful manner with folks needing help. A fit, but lean man like me, I once commented to Tiff how I noticed him stepping out of the shower one time after a shift. He had a nice Latino complexion, with an average sized uncut brown cock and huge balls that hung low. He was definitely impressive getting out of the shower, I wonder what his manner would be like with Tiff?

Next, chatting with Julian was a man that took me a second to place. And then when Tiff said his name, it clicked.

“You remember Christy’s brother, Jack?”, she said.

“Of course!” I had met Jack when Tiff and I attended Christy’s Wedding.

After the wedding, a few of us got drinks at the hotel bar. Jack had attended solo, and as the night went on and the bar cleared out, we found ourselves talking with him for hours. Jack was the California surfer-type - blonde hair, sun kissed skin and in good shape. Tiff was sitting on the couch between us, a hand on each of our legs, laughing and joking before finally locking eyes with Jack and kissing him. I brushed the hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her neck while they kissed. I put my other hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer and squeezed Tiff between the two of us.

A few minutes later, Jack suddenly got up and said he had an early flight in the morning. He kissed Tiff and shook my hand and went on his way. Tiff later told me she could feel his suit pants getting wet as she was stroking his leg and that she could feel the ridges of his cock through his pants. I always wondered what happened to him that night, but I guess Tiff must have kept in touch.

Continuing to scan the room, I saw the last two men talking to each other.

Man number 3 was our neighbor! How saucy Tiff was, inviting Mark over. Mark lived in the unit below us, but we shared the same entry way. This meant that we heard most of the goings and comings in his unit, and we assumed he heard ours. Mark also had no shortage of guests over. He didn’t seem to discriminate. While many of the people were people of color like him, he also had visitors of every background. He also didn’t seem to discriminate with respect to genders, either.

Mark seemed to be a giver in the bedroom, much like Tiff. There were countless times where we’d hear him start fucking someone hard and we’d check the doorbell camera just to see who he brought home. He could go for hours, and based on the sounds we heard coming from his unit, he liked to be rough and he knew how to please. We once got a piece of mail delivered addressed to him, and when Tiff brought it down, Mark answered the door naked, and she finally got to see what all the fuss was about. I couldn’t wait to see for myself.

And finally, at the end of the couch was Alex -Tiff’s former coworker and “work husband”. They had worked together for over 5 years, and after countless late nights in the offices trying to close deals and work trips together, they had grown real close. Tiff said Alex had a great sense of humor, was very sensitive and took care of himself. That’s much was obvious - he was well dressed, clean shaven and had clearly just been to the barber today.

One night, over drinks after closing a big deal, Alex had confided to Tiff that he had been in a sexless marriage. He married his college sweetheart, and she got pregnant a few months before graduation. Life took over, as it has a way of doing, and he focused on being a good Dad, at the expense of his marriage and relationship. According to Tiff, his relationship was effectively over, and he was looking for some excitement. They once got as close as kissing, but both awkwardly stopped, deciding that anything more would be problematic since they worked so closely together. But now that Tiff has a new job, I’m excited to see Alex around. I have a feeling he’ll be having a good time tonight.

“Alright everyone! Since the gang’s all here, why don’t we get started. Everyone take a seat on the coach!” Tiff said, her voice quivering with excitement. She turned the lights down a few notches, turned the music up a little more, and started dancing in the middle of the room for everyone to see.

To be continued…