In the bustling birthday party, I, a sultry guest, couldn't resist the temptation. My friend's husband sat beside me, his gaze lingering on my cleavage. As he whispered in my ear, I felt his hand on my thigh, inching upwards. Under the table, I unzipped him, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock. He stifled a moan, eyes darting nervously as I stroked him, feeling him grow harder. The party continued around us, oblivious to our illicit dance. When he was close, I leaned in, my mouth open, ready to receive his hot, forbidden load.