Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party
Date: 2/12/2024,
Categories:
Group Sex
Author: CarltonStJames
... flirtatious self. Could Cassie have found Mr. Right by now, or just a ton of Mr. Right-thens? The choice was taken away from her – from them.
“Seems Cassie’s having the time of her life over there,” Eddie said.
“Should I save her?”
“Don’t know a lot about those boys, so I’d make up an excuse to snatch her for a minute and see what’s up.”
Tara nodded and went over to Cassie, broaching the subject of performing karaoke. The duo chose2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted and Cassie would rap 2pac’s lyrics, and Tara would do Snoop’s. When they both got into the act, it was a sexier portrayal than the original artists ever gave of the song live, with their bodies bending and jutting out their plumper assets, which sent the male spectators wild.
After their performance, others did their own bits, ranging from R&B to Heavy Metal and even Country. A lot of whooping and hollering along with flirting between Cassie and the remainder of the group, and Tara and Eddie persisted.
“Damn, that’s crazy,” Eddie said to Tara as they were seated once again while the patrons took a break from the live mic.
“Years, my and Cassie’s husbands were fucking the interns at their workplace,” Tara said. “And to think the new boss was who spilled the beans on them.”
Eddie’s eyes lowered to her ample breasts, then made eye contact and said, “I can’t see why anyone would want to cheat on you.”
“Looks aren’t everything. Some guys just can’t get enough of what other women are offering.”
The ...
... party’s soundtrack switched to nineties R&B and when Tara looked around, Cassie had a mouthful of one of the men’s tongues while his compatriot snuggled behind, rubbing her hips and ample derriere. Another was at her side kissing her neck, and the last was knelt, kissing her thighs and raising her dress.
“Whoaa,” Tara said, raising her brows. “What the hell’s going on?”
“Not sure, but I think your friend’s got the lead on you.” He rocked back and took a swig of beer.
“We’re not in competition… oh.” When Tara peered over in Cassie’s direction again, her friend had squatted in a semi-circle of masculinity who collectively unbuckled their pants.
“Hey,” Cliff said, lowering the volume on the stereo. “Just because in here’s windowless doesn’t mean you can do whatever ya want. But if that’s what’s going to be happening, then I want in. If not, everyone take a hike.”
“Get cha ass over here,” Cassie said, beckoning the bartender with her finger. His mature features crinkled when he grinned, and he jogged lightly to the group surrounding Cassie and unbuckled his pants, too.
Tara sat in awe at the happenings. Even though alcohol had been flowing non-stop, nobody showed signs of being anything above buzzed. Cassie’s advice of chugging water helped keep everyone at appropriate cognitive levels and well within the sober realms of consent, so Tara couldn’t blame inebriation for the debauched display.
Tara looked at Eddie and asked, “What the hell? This normally happens ...