"You're all heart, Mrs. Dale," Gloria purred.
She didn't give a damn what Helen Dale thought of her. All that mattered was to be at that party and mingle with the smart young set of people in her neighborhood. Gloria was convinced that sooner or later she'd wear them down and they'd accept her into the group. All she had to do was be persistent and patient.
For the party Gloria chose a relatively demure floor-length dress of gold. It was sleeveless and clit rather low in front so as to show off her large thrusting breasts, but it was by no means outrageous. She brushed her thick auburn hair up on top of her head. She was satisfied that she looked just as presentable as any other woman in the crowd.
Jim Dale greeted her at the door of his rambling Spanish-style house, and he got her a drink, but from that moment on. Gloria was on her own. It was the same old story. The women gave her only scowls and silence, and the men were afraid to approach her, even though they cast her very interested looks. Gloria's heart sank.
What in God's name was she going to have to do to break into this snobbish little world? She'd been friendly and patient, and she was sure that none of the women and few of the men knew that she'd slept with Howard, Stan and Jim. Maybe Stan Wells wife was right – she'd have to get married to gain entrance into the group. But every man there was already married. It just wasn't fair.
"Having a lousy time, I assume?" The voice came suddenly from behind Gloria, and she whirled around to see Stan Wells grinning at her.
"I'm surprised you have the nerve to speak to me," Gloria said coldly. "Aren't you afraid your wife will get mad?"
"She's in the john," Stan said, "otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you. I just wanted to say that I might drop over some evening. I sure as hell wouldn't mind getting it on with you again, baby."
"Then you can wait till I invite you," Gloria snapped. "As I recall, you haven't done much for me, Stan. I'm looking for someone who can really help [missing text]."
"Like Jim Dale?" he said with a wicked leer.
"That's none of your business," Gloria said.
"Oh come on, baby," Stan laughed. "You wouldn't have been invited to this party unless you were balling Dale. So come off your high horse. Tell me when I can drop over and see you."
"Here comes your wife," Gloria said.
Stan jumped as if he'd been goosed. He whirled to see his wife coming out of the bathroom, and he hurried over to her with a sheepish look on his face. Good riddance, as far as Gloria was concerned. He'd used her body, but he hadn't been any help at all in getting her into the group.
Her big hope now was Jim Dale, but he avoided her all evening, hovering around his wife and the other women. Gloria stood in a corner by herself, totally ignored. To pass the time she kept taking drink after drink from the waiter who was circulating with a fray of martinis, and towards midnight she was drunk.
The more she drank, the more her inhibitions melted and the more angry she got at all those snobbish people. She began to plot revenge, and soon she had a deliciously wicked idea. What if she were to seduce Jim Dale right in his own house, at his very own party? All she had to do was catch him alone. And before long she had her opportunity.
Jim disappeared down the hall on some errand, and Gloria marched right after him. Fortunately no one noticed her, since they were all snubbing her anyhow. It would be assumed that she'd given up and gone home. She found Jim giving orders in the kitchen, and when he came out, she approached him.
"Oh, Gloria," he said apologetically, "I know you've been having a miserable time, and I'm sorry. But I really didn't expect anything else."
"Oh, Jim," Gloria said, faking a big sob and falling into his arms, "I'm so unhappy. What have I done? Why won't anyone talk to me?"
"Hey, take it easy," Jim said, patting her back. "I better take you upstairs and let you calm down."
That was exactly what Gloria had in mind. She allowed Jim to lead her upstairs to a spare bedroom. She lay down on the bed, still pretending to cry, and Jim sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand. He looked genuinely upset. Unlike Stan Wells, he did have a conscience.
"I'm terribly sorry, honey," he said. "I know they're all treating you like shit. But I just don't know what to do about it."
"Just do what you're doing, Jim," Gloria said, snuggling closer to him. "Make me feel better. I've missed you so much, Jim. It's keen all I could do this evening to keep my hands off you."
She tilted her head up, and Jim kissed her. He was both flattered and turned on by her words – just as she'd hoped. Gloria slipped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss hard and hungrily, slipping her hot little tongue into his mouth. She felt him give a big horny shiver. She knew it wouldn't take much to seduce this man.
"Let me close the door," Jim said hoarsely.
Gloria grinned wickedly while his back was turned. It was going to be very sweet revenge to fuck him with his snooty wife only a few rooms away. And besides that, Gloria was feeling more than a little lusty. All, those martinis had blotted out her inhibitions, and she frankly wanted a good long fuck.
"Oh, Jim," she cooed, "you're so good to me."
"It's the least I can do," he said as he slipped onto the bed and took her in his arms, "That damned bitch."
"Who, darling?" Gloria said, running her hands all over his hard muscular body.
"Helen, my wife," Jim grumbled. "She promised me she'd make you feel welcome, and she hasn't said a word to you all night."
Gloria wriggled her tongue into his ear, then said, "Well, then, maybe we should play a little trick on her."
Jim grinned and said, "If you're thinking what I'm thinking, honey, then I agree one hundred per cent."
After that he didn't waste any time. He was obviously turned on by the idea of balling another woman while his wife was in the house, especially right in the middle of a cocktail party. He found the long zipper at the back of Gloria's dress and tugged it fully open. Gloria cooperated by wriggling quickly out of the long gown, and then she was wearing just skimpy white lace panties and bra.
"Take off your clothes, too, Jim," she said. "You don't want to get them wrinkled."
"No, I sure as hell don't," Jim said with a grin. Gloria watched him as he quickly shucked his clothes, admiring his tan muscular body and getting lustier by the second. Thanks to all that alcohol, she didn't even think about the outrageousness of the situation. She thought about getting her greedy little box stuffed with his nice thick hard cock. Nothing else mattered for her at that moment.
This time she didn't have to worry about getting him up, either. Jim must have had quite a bit to drink himself, because he wasn't nervous or hesitant like last time. His pale blue-veined cock was swollen and stiff, the head purple and oozing big bright droplets of prick-juice. Gloria's eager little cunt creamed heavily at the very sight of his thick stiff dick.
"Oh, hurry, Jim," she sighed. "I want you so much."
"The feeling is mutual, baby," Jim said huskily.
He grabbed for her bra and soon had the delicate lacy garment unhooked. Carelessly he tossed it onto the floor and ogled Gloria's big ripe quivering tits. Briefly he fondled the heavy pale globes, running his thumbs back and forth over her pretty pink nipples to make them stiff but tonight he didn't have much patience for foreplay. Soon he was tugging down her panties.
For once Gloria didn't care about the preliminaries, either. All her frustration and anger over the group's snobbish treatment had somehow made her wildly lusty. She raised her pert little ass as. Jim tugged at her panties, and he slipped the lacy little garment off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes widened lustily as he studied the sweet little reddish-brown triangle of her muff.