Have a Little Faith

The party inside was in full swing, but I'd gone outside for a cigarette. The muted sounds of thumping music and laughter filled the air as I took a long drag. The orange ember burned brighter for a few seconds, and when I pulled it away from my mouth, a thick plume of gray smoke spewed forth. I caught sight of my reflection in the large glass window of the door that led from the bottom floor of the house to the backyard. Fortunately, the blinds were closed, so nobody else could see me staring glassy-eyed at myself.

Normally, I felt like every time I saw my face, I noticed new wrinkles had formed. However, I couldn't deny that I looked beautiful tonight. The long-sleeved, mid-thigh length, black and white colorblock I was wearing hugged my curves like it had been painted on. A pair of black pumps gave my ass enough lift to appear quite perky, and my dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off my slender neck. Even with how intoxicated as I'd already gotten, my brown eyes weren't too bloodshot. Not bad for a woman who had just turned forty-five.

After I finished my cigarette, I decided to have one more. It was a gorgeous spring night, and I wasn't ready to return to the chaos of the party yet. I had just lit up again when the door opened, and my husband's friend Jeremy stumbled into the backyard. He sidled over to the edge of the patio, and I could hear his pants unzip. I let out a cough, not from the smoke, but to alert him of my presence. He whirled around, and when he realized he wasn't alone, his eyes went wide with alarm.

"Shit—sorry, Faith!" he exclaimed. "I didn't see you there." Quickly reaching down, he tugged his zipper back up and gave me a sheepish grin. "There was a long line of people waiting for the bathroom. I figured I could step outside and drain the lizard real fast without anyone noticing."

"Do whatever you need to do, Jeremy," I told him, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Just pretend I'm not here."

"Nah, it's okay—I can hold it," he insisted. "Mind if I bum one of those, though?"

I picked up my pack of cigarettes from the table and offered it to him. "Go ahead."

"Thanks." Jeremy popped it into his mouth and patted down his pockets before glancing at me again. "Can I get a light, too?" Retrieving my lighter, I flicked on the flame and held it in front of him. He got the end of his cigarette burning and nodded gratefully. "Thanks again."

"Tell me—what was my darling husband doing the last time you saw him?"

"Oh, uh...I think he was chatting with some of the guys from work," Jeremy replied.

I knew he was lying. My husband Steve was holed up in the downstairs bedroom with Pam and Susan from the country club. "I don't suppose those 'guys from work' happen to be wearing tight minidresses with their cleavage spilling out, do they?"

Jeremy scratched the back of his head and shot me a guilty expression. "Ah, well...I don't know. Maybe? Look, I don't wanna get anyone in trouble. It's none of my business."

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Guy Code, right? Heaven forbid you rat out your 'bros' for betraying their wives. It's crazy to me that you guys follow that stupid 'code' like it's the law, but see nothing wrong with breaking your marital vows."

"I don't always follow the 'Guy Code,'" he insisted, averting his eyes.

"Really? Cause you sure don't seem like you want to tell me about my husband's cheating. And I know this isn't the first time. There's no way you haven't seen him do it before. So when exactly do you break your hallowed code?"

"You're not supposed to fall in love with your friends' wives either," he explained.

"Whose wife are you in love with?" I asked in surprise. He glanced at me and blushed, then looked away again. "Oh, come on—you can't be serious!"

"Why would I lie about this? It's not something I'm proud of."

"You've never once given me any indication that you're in love with me," I told him. "I don't buy it."

Turning to stare into my eyes, Jeremy stated plainly, "I've been in love with you since the first day we met. Steve invited me over for dinner, and you were so warm and funny and beautiful. I couldn't help it."

"I remember when I met you," I replied. "Steve never bothered to tell me you were coming, and I had to scramble to make some extra food. I was a total mess that day, because again, I wasn't expecting company. I think I was just wearing an old pair of sweatpants and a half-torn t-shirt."

"Yeah, you had on that black Taking Back Sunday shirt from their 2002 tour and some purple sweats," he confirmed. "Your hair was in a messy bun, you weren't wearing any makeup, and you even had some paint on the side of your face cause you guys were redoing the dining room. And I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" I questioned in disbelief.

"What do you mean? Why didn't I ever tell my good friend's wife that I spend every waking moment wishing I could touch her and kiss her and hold her, even though I know it's wrong and would never happen even in my wildest dreams? Is that a real question?"

I sighed at him and said, "I don't think you've ever even complimented my looks once. Surely if you were in love with me, something would've accidentally slipped out after ten years?"

Shaking his head, he answered, "I've worked hard to keep this a secret. And after all that work, I've just ruined everything."

"Don't be so dramatic. You didn't ruin anything," I reassured him. "In fact, I'm kind of flattered. You really shouldn't feel bad about the whole 'Guy Code' thing, either. Pretty much all of Steve's other friends have hit on me at one point or another. But they usually just make lewd comments about my tits or ass."

Jeremy looked shocked at this revelation. "They do? I don't believe it! How could they be so crass?!"

"Are you saying you don't think my tits and ass are worthy of that kind of attention?" I asked, shooting him a slight grin.

"No, I mean...well, they are, but-" he stammered. "You're gorgeous, okay? I won't pretend I don't find your body incredibly hot. Especially when you wear those tight yoga pants. I can barely think whenever you bend over in those."

I couldn't help but smile at his admission. "So you've been secretly checking out my ass all these years?"

He became even more flustered and turned a darker shade of red. "It's kind of hard to ignore. And you seem to bend over a lot."

"What? Like this?"

Turning around, I made an exaggerated display of crouching over the chair on the patio, pushing my rear into the air. I got a bit of a thrill from seeing the effect my teasing had on him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tugged at his pants, trying to hide the bulge that had appeared. Dipping even farther, I was practically draped over the arm of the chair, and I could feel the bottom of the dress starting to ride up. I wouldn't have been surprised if he got a peak at the black thong I was wearing.

"That's just mean," he muttered.

I was still in that compromising position when the door opened again. This time, Irene and her husband Alan exited the house. They had their arms linked and were laughing about something, but when they saw us, their faces fell. I quickly stood up and turned around, while Jeremy looked away from us. I knew the couple thought they'd stumbled upon us doing something wrong, and their reaction was telling.

"Oh, hey guys," Alan said, greeting us awkwardly. "We didn't think anyone was out here right now.

"We were just talking," Jeremy replied a bit too quickly and forcefully. Contrary to his intentions, it didn't help to make the situation seem any less suspicious.

"Do you usually talk to people while they're bent over and looking away from you?" Irene asked with a smirk, her words slurred and dripping with alcohol.

"Maybe we'll take a quick walk around to the front," her husband interjected before Jeremy or I could answer.

"That's too far!" Irene pouted. "You promised I could have it now!"

Alan gave a nervous chuckle and told her, "I know, babe, but I didn't know there were people already in the backyard."

"I don't think they care," his wife asserted. "They were about to have some fun themselves. In fact, why don't we let them watch? Maybe we'll get to see something interesting in exchange."

Without warning, Irene dropped to her knees and tore at Alan's trousers. He attempted to fend her off, but she was more wily than he'd anticipated. Despite his obvious discomfort at the situation, once his wife had him in her hand, he was visibly excited.

"Dude—are you serious right now?" Jeremy asked in disbelief. "You're really gonna make your wife blow you right in front of us?"

"I'm not...It wasn't my..." Alan protested, but kept stumbling on his words as Irene stroked him. As soon as she popped him into his mouth, he became incoherent, merely emitting a series of satisfied groans.

"Wow, Irene—that's impressive," I remarked. Her husband was quite sizable, and yet she managed to take him entirely to the base. "Alan's a lucky guy."

Briefly removing her husband's member from her mouth, Irene peered up at me and said, "It's not that hard if you don't have a gag reflex." She saw Jeremy raise his eyebrows at this, so she grinned at him, stating, "Don't believe me? Whip it out and I'll prove it."

"What? No," Jeremy replied, sounding very conflicted. He glanced toward Alan, as if for guidance, asking, "She's not serious...is she?"

"Irene loves sucking cock, man," he explained. "And she's really good at it."

I have to admit, I was intrigued. Even though I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, I felt compelled to stay and see how this played out. Watching Irene blow her husband about two feet from me was also getting me a bit aroused. I could tell it was having a serious effect on Jeremy as well. He kept tugging at the crotch of his pants, trying and failing to hide the fact that he was getting hard. Not only that, but he'd drifted closer to me while trying to subtly find a better vantage point for watching the scene unfolding before us.

Honestly, I don't know what came over me, but I instinctively reached out and began rubbing Jeremy's bulge. He was so focused on Irene and Alan, he jumped in shock when he felt my touch. The cigarette hanging from his mouth dropped to the patio floor, and I tossed my butt down beside it, stomping out the glowing cherries.

"Faith...what're you doing?" he asked me, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't you want this?" I replied in an equally-soft tone. It was like we both feared speaking too loudly would break the spell we were under.

He grasped my wrist, and for a moment, I had to fight against his resistance. Turning to face me, he looked deep into my eyes. I saw my own lust reflected back at me in his dilated pupils. Licking his lips, he said quietly, "I do. More than you could ever imagine."

I shot him a fiendish grin and his grip loosened, allowing me to continue. I worked my fingers through his belt and unlatched it. Without the belt cinching his pants closed, the intensity of his reaction to my touch was more obvious. From the size of the protrusion through the front of his trousers, it was clear he was genetically blessed. Moving my hand to his loosened waistband, I had no trouble dipping it inside. When I took him into my palm, I could feel his unit lurch and pulse. My own excitement mounted as he stiffened, and I slowly started stroking along the length of his shaft.

Jeremy exhaled loudly, his breath catching midway through. I rested my head on his shoulder, and wasn't surprised when I felt something brushing up the inside of my thigh. His fingertips lightly traced their way to my thong, and as he got closer to it, I knew he could feel the heat emanating from between my legs. When his hand slid across my panties, the material was obviously damp, and his rod leapt at the realization that I was so wet. He slipped his fingers under the thong, and gently circled around my mound. I was getting even more turned on by his touch, and that became evident by how I increased the pace I was stroking him.

When he pressed his fingers through the soaked pink flesh of my pussy, I pushed my face into the side of his neck and let out a soft moan. Jeremy went deeper with his two middle fingers, crooking them to stimulate my g-spot. I moaned again and stroked him harder. He used his other hand to caress my cheek, and I turned to kiss him. As our lips made contact, my hand pumped faster along his cock, and he plumbed my depths with an almost manic lust. Our tongues lashed against each other, and I kept moaning into his mouth, wordlessly urging him to make me cum. I wanted it...I needed it...I felt like I would collapse if I didn't get that release soon.

Finally, the pressure between my legs hit the point of no return. I thrashed against Jeremy's hand, thrusting him deeper inside as I clamped my thighs together and cried out in ecstasy. My juices gushed out like the torrent of a river, soaking his hand in my warm, sticky release. By that point, my head was spinning, and all I could think about was making him feel as good as he just made me feel. Moving as if on autopilot, I lowered myself to my knees, extracting the rod straining against Jeremy's pants, and mimicking Irene. She and her husband heard the wet, sucking noises and looked over to see me blowing him.

Due to how entranced I was in having Jeremy's long, thick manhood sliding across my tongue and pushing on the back of my throat, I couldn't say where Dan appeared from. He might've come out the same door as the others, or from the deck above us, or somewhere around the side of the house. I was made aware of his presence when he grasped me by the hips and pulled me until I was positioned lengthwise on my knees. I had to hoist myself up on my hands to keep from dropping Jeremy from my mouth, and a rattling moan escaped my lips as Dan pushed my panties aside and entered me from behind.

More partygoers became aware of the activity in the backyard, and a small gathering soon formed around us. A guy from my office named Tony sat down on the ground, and Irene hiked up her dress so she could mount him. This forced her to stop sucking off her husband, and he ambled closer to me. It seemed like a wall of men was now surrounding us, hooting and hollering encouragement, as well as claiming dibs for who got to go next. Alan's rod was still glistening with his wife's saliva, and its veins were dark and raised from how much blood was flowing through it.

I barely understood why I was doing what I was doing, yet I knew I wanted nothing more than to keep doing it. My head bobbed faster as I slid my lips along Jeremy's shaft. At the same time, Dan was piercing me from behind with his thick, fleshy spear. I was only using one hand to support my body, as the other was busy pumping up and down Alan's pulsing member. Barely a foot or so away from me, Irene was getting a similar treatment. Everywhere I looked around us, I saw men stroking themselves while gazing lustfully at us, waiting patiently for their turn.

Alan suddenly tore himself out of my hand and took over. He moved back toward his wife and finished on her chest. Since he had vacated his spot, Barney—my favorite tennis pro at the country club—took his place. It wasn't long before I felt Jeremy erupt in my mouth, gushing his hot, thick seed down my throat. His fluids and my saliva were still oozing down my chin when Warren, the guy from two houses down, stuffed his member inside. His hands gripped my head and he thrusted hard against my face, taking my mouth with reckless abandon.

If he hadn't been holding me in place, I wouldn't have managed to keep him in my mouth, because Dan had me writhing wildly. He was pummeling so deep into my innards that I thought he was going to burst into my belly. That's exactly what it felt like when he exploded, too. He fired round after round into my depths, filling me to the brim. Warren finished moments later, and I greedily gulped down every drop. I was a woman possessed—he had barely gotten free when I was demanding more from anyone willing to step up.

"Someone better start fucking me right now!" I cried. "Who wants their turn inside me?"

Lust had taken control of my actions. I was barely in control of what I thought or said. All I knew was that I needed more—I needed those cocks to plug my holes like I needed air to breathe. My words convinced several more men to join in, and I lost track of whose members were in my pussy, mouth, and hand.

"Yeah! Look her go!" I heard someone cheer. "She fucks like a filthy little slut!"

The next man who stuffed his cock in my mouth growled, "Suck my big, fat cock, you whore...I always knew you craved being used."

"Stretch out her pretty little cunt!" another guy shouted. "She's begging to get filled with cum!"

They kept rotating in and out, and I could tell some of them had already taken a turn elsewhere. One guy's rod had the familiar taste of my own juices coating the shaft. It was impossible to keep track of who was going where. Yet it didn't matter to me at that moment. I gazed up at the man who was making me suck his cock after fucking me and told him with my eyes how much I was loving it. He finished and I swallowed down every last drop like a good girl. I sucked a few more cocks before I tasted something new, and let my eyes roam toward Irene. She had a tarter flavor than me, and I suddenly felt the urge to taste it from the source.

At first, there were cries of frustration when I spat out the last manhood and crawled away from the guy who was about to take his turn. However, when the group saw me dive between the other woman's legs, they realized what was happening, and their jeers became hoots and cheers. Alan's friend Buddy was in the middle of taking Irene's asshole, but he pulled out to make room for me. I laid down on my back with my head directly beneath her pussy, and she lowered herself until my face was buried in it. I couldn't see anything as I greedily lapped at the folds of her labia, but I felt who I presumed was Buddy force my legs apart, pin my knees to my chest, and enter me.

I ate out Irene with such vigor that it didn't take long for her to begin shaking. A powerful orgasm tore through her body, and she bucked against my face while I sucked her clit into my mouth. She bellowed in pleasure, but it was muffled from the cock fucking her throat, the sounds paired with that of the man's thighs slapping against her face. I savored her fresh juices as they danced across my tongue, driving it into her slit to plunge out more of her pungent flavor.

Buddy filled me up until his seed was spilling out of me. He moved away, sighing in relief at emptying his balls. Two of Steve's friends suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled me away from Irene.

The first friend, Harry, said, "I always knew you were the kind of slut who would go nuts eating pussy."

The other friend, Ford, asserted, "I bet Faith has licked quite a few cunts in her time."

"No, I've never-" I started to reply, but Harry jammed his rod in my mouth.

"Shut up and suck, you slut," he demanded. "I've been waiting for this for ages."

Ford got into position to fuck me, pushing Buddy's cum out as he entered my pussy. He grinned and stated, "I hope you're on the pill, cause you've had a lot of different loads pumped deep inside you tonight."

Harry didn't last long. He fired his molten seed down my gullet, and growled, "Swallow every last drop, you dirty little cock slut!"

Watching me gulp down his friend's cum made Ford erupt soon after. He made sure to grind hard against me, depositing the contents of his balls deep in my womb. I had so much semen inside me at that point, I felt like my belly was about to burst.