As soon as they arrived in his room, Carl opened a bottle of Vodka and handed everyone a full glass. They stood around for a few minutes, talking as they drank, Wanda openly flirting with all three of them. Draining her glass, Wanda giggled drunkenly, saying she had to go potty and went into the bathroom and closed the door.
A few minutes later, as she came out of the bathroom, she saw that all three men had removed their jackets, shirts and neckties. Fred and Charlie were sitting in the only two chairs in the room and Carl was sitting on the edge of one of the two double beds. The only light in the room was a small lamp which was on the table between the two chairs. Soft music was coming from the small radio which was on the bedside stand between the two beds.
Seeing her come out of the bathroom, Carl stood up, refilled her glass and handed it to her. Wanda tipped it up, draining it completely, and placed the empty glass the table. Carl quickly refilled it.
"I wanna dance. Somebody dance with me," she demanded, her words slurring.
Standing up, Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and started dancing with her. Neither of them moved from where they were standing, just slowly swaying back and forth. As the song ended, Fred pulled her tightly against him and kissed her. When he felt her respond to his kiss, he slowly moved one hand down her back, sliding it over her well curved buttocks. A soft moan came from Wanda as she wrapped her arms around Fred's neck, clinging to him.
Deciding her response was a green light for him to continue, Fred slowly began to unzip her dress, stopping when the zipper reached her waistline. Then, reaching up, he removed her arms from around his neck, bringing them down to her sides. Slowly, his lips still on hers, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. Seeing this, Carl stood up, walked over behind her and began sliding her dress over her hips until it dropped to the floor around her feet. Then, taking a step back, Carl looked over at Charlie, both men leering as they gazed with lust at Wanda's partially clad body. All she had on now was a black bra, a filmy pair of black nylon panties, and her hi-heels. Hurriedly, both men began removing the rest of their clothes, stripping down until all they had on were their shorts.
Either not caring or so drunk that she didn't even realize she was no longer wearing her dress, Wanda continued kissing Fred as their bodies swayed back and forth to the music. Slowly, Fred moved her over to the edge of one of the two beds in the room. At the same time, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Then, as the back of her legs came into contact with the edge of the bed, Fred stepped back, quickly slid the straps from her shoulders and removed her bra, tossing it to the floor. Then, quickly bending his head, he started kissing her full, lush breasts.
All three men now had the same thought. They were going to have a party with this woman; a wild, no-holds barred gangbang. Everyone of them had had fantasies about something like this but, none of them had ever dreamed that if would ever really happen.
As she felt Fred slowly lowering her to the bed, an inner voice cried out inside her alcohol-clouded mind, telling her that she needed to stop what was happening and get out of there before it was too late. A soft murmur of protest came from her lips as she felt a mouth on her breast, sucking on the taut, hard nipple. Lying on her back, Wanda looked up at the ceiling. Slowly, it began turning in circles, creating a slightly nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head from side to side, trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Was this really happening? Is this what she had wanted to happen?
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