In a nutshell, I drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much last night..

In a nutshell, I drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much last night, which has definitely made me more than just a little surly with hubby and the kids today. Jessica’s party was packed with people from our club, but fortunately Janet and her crowd didn’t come. And while there was no shortage of top shelf liquor, Sanja insisted that us Eastern European girls stick with vodka. So we did... In spades. But as crowded as it was (there was definitely no social distancing 😬), Raef, Sanja and I somehow ended up by ourselves in the kitchen at around 1 am. Hubby was stuck talking with Jessica’s husband and one of his partners about the election, and there was no real telling when he’d be getting away from that. No sooner had Sanja set us up three shots of Stoli when Raef spontaneously announced to the both of us that he really needed his cock sucked. “Mmmmmm” Sanja cooed as she looked at me wide eyed. “Can we feel for ourselves?” Quick as a cat, she grabbed my hand and put it on Raef’s crotch. It was more than apparent that Raef wasn’t kidding. His thick y0ung shaft was hard as fuck. I blushed and laughed simultaneously as I turned to make certain no one had seen us. Fortunately we were all still completely alone. Sanja started to volunteer to sneak away into one of the bathrooms to help Raef with his aching need, but he abruptly cut her short. “No,” Raef said. “I think Katerina wore that sexy little costume tonight to turn me on. And since it’s clearly succeeded, she needs to be the one to those tits bare and take care of it for me.” “Mmmmmm,” Sanja responded, “that’s an excellent idea.” I was honestly in a bit of shock from this unexpected turn of events. I’d expected that Raef might try to cop a little feel at some point in the evening. Hell, it’s the main reason I opted not to wear any panties under my costume. Or just maybe, I thought, the four of us would end the night back at Raef’s apartment. But I never imagined for one second that I’d be contemplating sneaking away to give him a blow job in one of Jessica’s bathrooms. I distinctly remember stammering some random objection about not wanting to run the risk of getting caught. And that, in any event, we needed to wait for hubby to rejoined us. But Sanja insisted otherwise. On both counts. She said that she’d already cased the upstairs en suite between the two guest rooms and that she’d text Raef if anyone looked like they might be headed upstairs. And she also said that she’d be more than happy to let my husband know where I was. And even happier to let him know exactly what I was doing. Then she laughed as she said that she might even let hubby feel how wet the thought of me upstairs on my knees felating Raef was making her tight little Croatian pussy. It was apparent at that point that these sneaky little mother fuckers had been planning this. And there was also no doubt in my mind that Sanja’s pussy was wet. But I was pretty sure that mine was even wetter.