With his arm around Marissa's waist, Steve strolled back through the house. The party had gotten more crowded while they'd been outside, and the main living room was full of chattering neighbors clutching their drinks and looking vaguely apprehensive. He stopped to grab a glass of what loooked like champagne each for himself and Marissa and watched as the others there gossiped, flirted and occasionally peeled off down one of the dark hallways or up the stairs to the second floor. Judging by the looks on some of their faces, it was pretty clear that they were scouting out places to fuck, or at least to get more intimate. But there was still no sign whatseoever of a hostly figure.<br/><br/>Jane had followed them in, and nudged him with her elbow. "Keep going," she said. "Laura's upstairs. Second room on the right."<br/><br/>He sighed and folllowed her directions. He had to step past one pair who were making out right there on the stairwell - they looked older, too, maybe late fifties. He whstled through his teeth; now<em>that</em>was somethig you didn't see every day. The upstairs corridor was quite long, with about five doors on either side; from where he was standing, a low murmur of moans, gasps and furious, mid-coital pleas were clearly audible, as well as the rhythmical creak of bedsprings. He figured there must have been fifty people there altogether, guessing conservatively. Then he walked past the door that Jane had directed him toward and all thought ceased.<br/><br/>His thirty-one year old wife was lying on her back on the floor. Her long blonde hair was spread over her face and her hands were on her chest, gripping at her breasts through the front of the blue floral dress she'd arrived in that evening. Her back was arched and she was writhing on the carpet, turning from side to side, her engagement ring reflecting the light from an overhead lamp, her voice keening low and plaintively, in a way that he recognized - she was right on the verge of cumming. Down between her legs, another, younger looking girl in a red strapless dress had buried her face betwen Laura's thighs, and was eating out his wife with furious abandon.<br/><br/>Steve blinked, once, then again. He felt dizzy and a little off-kilter, but also undeniably aroused by the scene. He turned around quickly to see if Marissa was still there, pointing to the floor and whispering in a slightly shaky voice, "Well, there she is..."