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where all the action happened.
    “Okay, the party’s down in the basement,” he said as I followed him into the house.  The music was blaring, and I could feel the bass rattling around inside my chest.  It sounded less like a sex party and more like your typical frat party to me; nothing at all like what I’d expected.  I could deal with this. I had a few good times back in college and this was starting to remind me of them.
    “There’s a door at the bottom of the stairs,” he continued.  “When I open it, just head on in and make yourself at home.  You ready to go?”
    “Yep.  Just toss me an introduction if you want, and I’ll do the rest,” I answered.  Just between you and me, Tony wanted to impress his friends at this party. That’s part of why he was okay with this, why he was so open to trying to get me pregnant like this.  He got to be the unbelievably lucky guy married to that incredible sex-kitten… me. I get my baby and a night to blow my mind out of the deal, and he gets the worship and admiration of all his buddies. It seems like a win-win situation to me!
    Bill and I held up just outside the door at the bottom of the basement steps.  Voices talked loudly and laughter echoed from the other side.  I could instantly pick out Tony’s deep, sexy voice among all the younger men the room, even with the door closed and the music blaring.  Then, above all the typical party chatter, I heard a woman moan in pleasure. I thought I was going to be the only woman here tonight, but apparently I had company tonight!  Oh well. It is a sex party, after all.
    “Here you go,” whispered Bill, and he swung the door open. 
    A dozen younger, college-aged men and two young women—all in various degrees of attire and arousal—were cavorting lasciviously in the room.  An enormous-breasted woman cried out in ecstasy as another girl ravenously slurped at her and drove her into a sexual frenzy.  My darling 35-year-old husband, handsome and sexy to me in his own special way, waved to me from his recliner with a beer in his hand.  Good… I’m glad he waited for me.
    Two attractive and well-hung men interrupted their threesome with a slender young blonde they’d bent over the back of a sofa and instead turned their attention to the doorway as I walked in.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” called out Bill from behind me, “I’d like to introduce the star of the evening!”
    I sashayed out into the middle of the room, giving it my best sway and using my hips to their fullest potential as everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me like I was the queen of the prom.  I’m a little old for the prom, of course, but you know the feeling.  It felt as if they were in awe of me, and a sudden burst of confidence shot through me like I’d somehow injected it straight into my veins. I could tell that tonight was going to be steaming hot.
    “That’s right, folks!” cried out my Bill again, really hamming it up for his audience.  “Your willing toy for the evening… your personal slave… your woman just begging you to fuck her and to fill her to the brim with your seed…Penelope!  No protection, no strings, no anything but you and her tonight.”
    I spun around to give everyone a good view as I entered the room, and in one quick motion, I lifted my dress up and over my curvy hips, up my body, and then over my shoulders.  The cool air of the basement swirled around my thighs at the gap between my panties and the lace-trimmed bands of my black stockings.  I twirled the gleaming black dress around my finger for just a moment longer before tossing it off into the corner.  In the dim glow of the basement lights, I looked absolutely fantastic and I damned well knew it. Every single man in the room was glued to me and almost drooling in desire right now. The rest of these trollops might as well just pack it up and head home for the night, because their men were all mine now.
    A round of applause broke out