As the bartender worked over one breast, another patron came up and took the other one in his mouth, so they were sucking her side by side.
Michael had no idea if the blonde knew the new guy or not, but he was pretty sure it didn’t matter to any of them at the moment.
He groaned as both men continued to lap and suck.
Beth edged to the barstool next to Piper and sat down. “I’m just going to enjoy this moment with you guys. I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s totally fine,” Piper said.
Michael glanced over as Beth slid her hand up to her own chest, cupping her breast, tweaking the nipple through the fabric with her index finger and thumb, her mouth partly open as she watched what was going on in front of them.
Michael turned back to the show as the bartender kneeled in front of her, edging her legs apart. She complied eagerly and moaned as he parted her folds and began to lick her clit, while the other guy continued to feast on her nipples.
Piper leaned over, her hand still clenching Michael’s cock. “Gillian and Brad disappeared. I can’t believe they’d want to miss this.”
“Gillian probably spotted someone she knew,” Michael answered. “I’m sure they’re having a good time.”
The blonde grabbed hold of the bartender’s head and began to undulate on his mouth. After a few moments, she shuddered and moaned, “I need to be fucked. Who’s going to do it?”
The second guy stepped back and said, “Both of us?”
Without hesitation, the blonde nodded. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
The bartender rose and took her by the hand, leading her to one of the many couches nearby. He reclined, and the blonde spread her legs, kneeling over him and easing onto his hard dick.
Piper uttered a swear word next to Michael and fisted his cock.
He was about a second from freeing it from his pants. “Babe, you need to ease up,” he told her. “It’s too much stimulation.” She did, but didn’t look away from the action.
Once the blonde was impaled on the bartender, she started rocking her hips, placing her hands on his chest, panting, “Yes, yes!”
The other patron positioned himself behind her and let his pants drop. His shirt came next. Michael glanced around the crowd and saw people in various stages of undress, and more than a few with their hands on someone else.
But everyone was rapt on the action.
After a few more rocks, she leaned forward to give the second guy access. He took his cock in hand and nosed it against her ass. “Do it!” she cried. “I can’t wait anymore. Fill me the fuck up!”
He used saliva to wet himself, then he thrust deeply. Everyone in the room groaned.
He pumped in and out of her ass, gripping her cheeks with his hands. “Is this how you want it?” His voice was husky.
“Yes!” she answered. “I’m already so close. It feels so fucking good!” A few thrusts later, she came, screaming, rocking her pussy on the bartender like she was belly dancing on his dick.
A second later, there was a low baritone yell as the other guy came, pounding into her ass, bent over her back.
The bartender was next, his hips shooting up twice before he uttered a low, guttural moan. Once they’d all finished, a smattering of applause came from around the room.
“Wow,” Piper said, her voice cracking. “That was…intense.”
The lights dimmed around them, and Michael watched as the second guy helped the blonde up, and she gave him a kiss on the lips. The bartender stayed where he was, as another guest was already rubbing his chest.
Beth turned toward them, beaming. “So how’d you like the show? Pretty good seats, huh?”
“I’d say so,” Michael said. He felt bolder after witnessing such a private act played out in public, so he let his hand wander to his wife’s breast, where he pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers. “I think it might be time to find a room. Do you still have one in mind? I don’t think we want to stay out here with a large audience for our first time.”
Several doors had opened along one wall.
Beth slipped off the barstool and said, “Follow me. A good friend of mine has a very low-key room booked for tonight. It’s much more intimate, and a better way to start things off.”
Michael grabbed Piper’s hand. “Are you ready for this?”
“Absolutely.”
* * *
They followed Beth toward the middle of the room. Piper couldn’t see Gillian anywhere, but she knew she was fine. Beth veered toward a blue door. Piper realized then that all the doors were painted different colors, but in the low light it was hard to see what they were. She spotted a red and orange one as they passed by.
Beth rapped on the blue door once.
It opened immediately. “Beth! So nice to see you. Would you like to join us tonight?”
“I’d love to,” Beth told the striking woman, who looked to be in her early forties. “I brought some friends with me. They’re visiting the party this evening for the first time. If it’s okay with you, I’d love to bring them along.”
The woman glanced over Beth’s shoulder and gave Piper and Michael a warm smile. Then she winked. “I saw you guys come in. I would love for you to join us. We’re just getting started.”
They followed Beth in, and the woman shut the door behind them.
The lights in here were low, too. Only a few lamps were on. There were maybe fifteen people that Piper could see. Most of them younger, the majority men. She counted about five women, including the woman who’d opened the door.
The room wasn’t too big. It was ringed with couches and a few big, round ottomans.
“We call this the Blue Room, and it’s the most relaxed room you’ll find here,” the woman told them. “When I host, I always cater to women.” A server clad only in black pants came up with a tray of champagne. Piper and Michael both took a glass. “My name is Sharon.” She held her hand out, and they both shook it. “I’m one of the founding members. And I’m a firm believer that sex should be celebrated in all its forms.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Piper said.
“Thank you for inviting us in,” Michael said politely. “I’m sure we’ll have a great time.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” Sharon answered, a sly smile on her lips. “And by all means, come find me later.” With that, she untied her wraparound shirt. It fell away to expose a pair of perfectly full breasts that were firm and high.
Very nice for a woman of her age, and she knew it.
Piper stiffened a bit. All the women in the room were very alluring. It would make sense that Michael would want to be with them.
Michael laughed lightly. “Tonight it’s all about my wife.” He placed his arm around Piper’s waist and tugged her close. “But you have unbelievably beautiful breasts. Maybe another time?” He inclined his head like a gentleman.
Sharon’s face lit in a genuine smile. “Well, thank you.” She turned to Piper. “You’re a lucky girl. Now go and enjoy your night”—she flipped her wrist toward the back of the room—“and I’ll admire you both from afar.”
Beth said, “Let’s go toward the back. I see some people I know.”
Michael and Piper followed Beth across the room to one of the far couches. It had a round ottoman in front of it where a man and a woman had already begun to kiss. Another guy sat on the couch.
Beth went to sit next to him.
The mood in the room was very relaxed, and Piper realized soft music played in the background. She took a long drink of champagne as she made her way to the couch.
“Come sit.” Beth patted the seat next to her.
Piper sat, and Michael followed.
“This is Sebastian.” Beth gestured to the guy on the other side of her. “And the two on the ottoman are Andy and Monica. All three are fairly recent members, but we’ve all gotten to know each other well over the past year.”
“Hi,” Sebastian said, lifting his drink in greeting. “Nice to meet you.” Then his gaze went right back to the couple on the ottoman.