I’d lost track of Roxy for a bit. Not that I always keep track of her at parties because I’m often too busy visiting myself. When she came up to me and clutched my arm and put her head on my shoulder so she could talk privately, I knew something was up. “I’m glad I wore a skirt. That sure made it easier to get fucked.”

That got my attention! I quickly responded, “What the hell do you mean? Right here? You sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”

She squeezed my arm, “I’ve never been so drunk I didn’t know when a cock was moving and squirting in me. Come on, I’ll show you exactly where and how it happened.” Of course I followed her and we went into one of the bedrooms then into a walk-in closet. My cock was swelling at the crazy thought of this thing she was saying.

“Get ready, because I am,” as she pulled up her skirt and bent over the little dresser. Sure enough, it was an easy target and drooling some white stuff. I shoved my dick in just to be sure and it definitely felt fresh fucked. It had been almost 24 hours since I was in there so wasn’t mine but I sure my added my share pretty quick.

“See, that’s how easy it is.” She added as she grabbed a T-shirt off the shelf and wiped her pussy. My head was kind of spinning as we walked back to the party and I poured myself a stiff one.

It was probably an hour later when she came up to me again and said, “it’s time to go home. I’ve had enough quickies and now I want a good lay-down belly-bumping screw so I can get my rocks off.”

We didn’t talk as we drove the mile to the house she shared with me. In no time we were horizontal and I was sucking on her tits as she humped back to match my thrusts between her thighs. She was slippery as hell and I was wondering if I was going to be able to get off again.

What did it was when I asked a question, “You said ‘quickies’ back there. Explain.”

“Word must have gotten around because two more guys took me right back to where I showed you and insisted on demonstrations like you got.”

I groaned out what was the fifth cumshot in her pussy that evening. You may ask: Why wasn’t I mad at this horny broad who seemed to be pleased to fuck around on me?

You see, this was three more on her scorecard. She caught me banging Rosita the cleaning lady who confessed how many times she’d made some extra money from me. Roxy knew that number and I knew she’d keep getting dicked. As she said when she found me out, “I don’t get mad, I get even.”

To make sure I understood, she added, “You’re not going to lose me; they’re just going to use me.” No matter how much I had to swallow my pride, I didn’t want her gone.