On the day of the party Peter and I has been a bit snippy with each- nothing major, just little barbs here and there. I had come close to not going at all- making some remark about it "always ending up like an orgy" or something. To which he had replied "God I hope so", which had irked me a little. We were being driven to the party by a friend and neighbor, Tony- a dapper, polite little man in his seventies. An old friend of Peter's- a married man who I don't think fully approved of his lifestyle, or me for that matter. He arrived early and was sitting in the living room when I came down stairs- he looked somewhat surprised to see me dressed as I was, in fact it would be fair to say his jaw dropped somewhat.Anyway we exchanged pleasantries, went out to his car and off we went to the party. As expected the party was something of a bore. Lots of men in various drag outfits, mostly middle aged a few younger, a sprinkling of tolerant wives and a few otherwise curious people. There was the. I returned her kiss, and we started to roll around the bed, kissing and rubbing each other, and hugging. My johnston began to firm, and she pulled away.“Oh, no you don’t! He is the reason you wore me out, and, exhausted from serial orgasms, I passed out, helpless in your bed! Who knows what sort of awful things you might have visited upon my helpless, limp body, as I tried to recover from the pounding you administered to me! Oowww, my poor little kitty feels bruised! You brute! You used me for your own pleasure, leaving me limp, wrung out, and helpless!”Kathy was scooting backwards on the bed during this harangue, heels and hands inching her away from me, and closer to the head of the bed. Reaching it, she stopped, and sat upright. She smiled at me, and delivered her closing argument. “Anyhow, that’s my version! That’s the way I’m telling it!”I inched closer, on my own hands and knees. “Oh, really? So, no mention of the multiple orgasms I elicited, hmm?”She placed her finger to her.
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