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September. We've been trying to connect for weeks. They invite us with a few hours notice to a party and instantly yes. I'm on my period and can't do a damn thing all night but use my mouth and fingers. My husband has made up for my inability to participate.

We're in a bedroom with a unicorn, lights flickering on the ceiling, the 5 of us not fitting comfortably on a king size bed. He's telling me he doesn't care, that he wants to taste me. I care. I can't. We eat his wife's pussy instead. My husband fucks their friend into the mattress, shivering as she falls apart. There are constantly people walking in and out. Joining us uninvited on the not large enough bed to fuck while we're using it, making comments, laughing. Overstimulation sets in.

Mdma and mushrooms are passed around but I don't know these people and I know I'll get more paranoid then I naturally am and decline. He's been awake 48 hours and can't get erect. He let's me taste his floggers briefly but the catcalls from the other party guests are distracting and we cut it short. My husband is wrapped up in a gorgeous green eyed curvy latina. His wife is riding a high in the pool.

The energy is crackling between us and I'm teasing him for kisses, keeping my mouth just out of reach, blowing hot air across his lips, running my tongue across my teeth. He grabs me by the throat and pins my wrists behind my back. Pulls me to the mattress on the living room floor. Puts the whole weight of him on me, let's me grind and scratch and bite until we're interrupted again.

I'm tired of parties and other people. My husband and I leave early. I'm frustrated and needy.