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Authors name: Snake (snake138@hotmail.com)
Story title : Private Party
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Note From the Author: Hello friends. Here is the first
part of a work in progress for you to enjoy. Believe
it or not, this story is based on a true experience.
My beautiful wife encouraged me to write about it.
The Private Party - PART 1 (MF, group, voy)
by Snake
The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At
first Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit
card offer. But just as the attractive young housewife
was about to toss the envelope in the trash, something
about it caught her attention-there was no stamp. The
expensive black envelope also had no return address; it
simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed
gold label reading:
'Mr. & Mrs. Robert West - Confidential'
Now curious, Beth put the other mail down and carefully
opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold-
embossed card. She turned it over looking for any
signs of familiarity or recognition about the sender
before she slowly read the cursive message:
'You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous,
personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to
attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion
cannot be discussed at this time. . .except to assure
you that any concern or reservation you may have
about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted.
This is no gimmick or advertisement.
Similarly, any and all expectations you might have
about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many
respects, this invitation represents the most
intimate of opportunities for you as husband and
wife.
The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00
p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the
exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate
attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone
number below at your earliest convenience. You will
be given additional details at that time. I look
forward to the pleasure of your company.
Regards, Your Host'
How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over
again a few times trying to find any clues about its
origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and
put the invitation aside with the intention of
discussing it with her husband when he arrived home
from work.
Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class
lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the
couple was attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her
role as full-time homemaker and mother of two beautiful
daughters. Bob's career as an investment advisor was
just starting to take off. And while the family was
not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable
in their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood
with many families of similar background.
The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since
the girls came along, Bob and Beth remained at home
with their kids more often than not-only occasionally
going out with a small circle of friends. . .or a rare
husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into
a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much
variation. It's not something that Beth or Bob really
noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-while,
both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps
it would be nice to spice things up a little.
Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and
satisfactory for the married couple. They made love
regularly- usually on the weekends-and they both shared
devotion and affection for each other. There had never
been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage,
so there had never been any reason for either to
consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and
Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that
something was missing in their lives-something that
neither of them could really identify or explain.
"I have no clue what this is about," Bob said as he
looked over the invitation that evening. "Probably
some sales or real estate trap. . .or maybe one of
those Amway things. But, no postmark or return
address, huh? That's strange."
"I know. . ." Beth agreed. "It was in the mailbox with
the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-
delivered it?"
"Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it
wouldn't hurt to at least call and find out what the
deal is. I'd like to find out who sent it."
Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all
day. The possibility that the invitation was
legitimate had certainly crossed her mind; and, quite
honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages
since they'd attended a real party. An elegant,
"exclusive" gathering they could dress-up for might be
just what the doctor ordered. "Sure, might as well see
what it's about. . ." she finally said.
Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately
answered, "Yes. . .?"
"This is Bob West. . .I received an invitation in my
mailbox for a party, and. . ."
"Yes, of course Mr. West," the voice cut him off.
"Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope
you and your wife do not have any conflicts that
evening. May I confirm your attendance?"
"Hold up!" Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. "I have a
few questions. What is all this about? Who are you
and how did you get my name? You should know up front
that we are not interested in any sales pitches or
time-share opportunities. . ."
"I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have
absolutely nothing to do with sales or marketing. In
fact, nothing will be required of you other than your
presence. The pleasure of your company is all that is
expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and
your wife have been specifically recommended for and
invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I'm
confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening."
"Who are you and who recommended us?"
"I'm afraid that information is confidential, to
protect the valued privacy of our guests. I can only
say that it is someone you trust."
"I don't like surprises. . ." Bob said sharply. "This
all sounds a little strange."
"I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please
understand that you have nothing to be concerned about.
This will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you.
. .perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience
you will ever have. Now, may I confirm your
reservation?"
"Hang on a sec. . ." Bob placed his hand over the
mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been
listening carefully to his side of the conversation.
"He says it's all legit and that we'll have a great
time. But. . .he won't say who he is or why we were
picked to go. I dunno. . .what do you think?"
"Sounds kind of creepy. . .but also sort of intriguing,
you know? I guess we could always leave if it's
bogus," Beth said thoughtfully. "What do we have to
lose?"
Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the
phone. "Yeah, OK. . .we'll RSVP. But this better not
be a put on. When is it again?"
"May the First at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you
both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be
served, followed by entertainment. Please be prompt.
As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal.
Do you have something to take down the location?"
"Yeah. . .hang on. OK. . .go ahead."
"The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar
with the area?"
Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of
their community. He did have several acquaintances and
clients who lived there. "All right. . .I know where
that is."
"Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a
password. This is simply to insure privacy and to
prevent admittance to any uninvited guests. The
password is 'Royal'. Please do not share the
information-the password or the address-with anyone.
Is this completely understood and agreeable to you?"
"Yes. . .I think so," Bob answered-a million thoughts
swirling in his head. He was still suspicious.
"Fine," said the voice. "You will be pleased you
attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful
experience. Again, we look forward to the pleasure of
your company. Good evening." The line went dead.
Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long
time. Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole
thing was some kind of scam. While Beth shared her
husband's hesitancy, she also allowed herself to
privately think about the excitement of a lavish night
out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already
making plans to shop for a new outfit.
Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot
about the party. Beth did manage to schedule a
babysitter and slip out one day to buy a slinky
cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day
finally arrived, the young housewife splurged on a full
make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged
feeling refreshed and pretty-her hair and makeup were
styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the
evening to come.
Bob had been doing some half-hearted investigation
about the party, trying to discover anything about who
had sent the invitation or which of their friends had
recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody
knew about it, and finally he resigned himself to the
fact that he would just have to find out what was going
on when he got there.
Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-
length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some
new under things at Victoria's Secret-a black satin
thong-panty and bra set-which she admired on her
petite, trim body. Beth was indeed a beauty:
5'4" with raven-colored hair cut in a cute page-boy
style with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame
her pretty face.. Tonight her hair was swept up behind
her ears to her favorite antique comb clip - - then
cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her
shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering green and fiery.
At 34, Beth kept herself in fantastic shape with lots
of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft
features that made her face look much younger than her
years-almost girlish, yet her figure was alluring and
womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against
the encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat
and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an
almost perpetual tan.
Bob came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn't
help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired
his wife's gorgeous features as she dressed-gazing at
the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she
slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The
dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-
smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked
back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively.
"You like?"
"Yeah. . .something new?"
"Oh. . .just some old rag I found," she giggled. "Not
too expensive."
"Right. . ." he snickered, knowing very well his wife's
expensive taste. "Well, you'd look fabulous in
Goodwill stuff."
"Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!" she laughed
as she completed her outfit with a short little
sequined black jacket.
After giving the babysitter some final instructions,
Bob and Beth headed out to find the address. Soon they
were winding through the lush landscaping and manicured
lawns of the city's most exclusive area. The gates and
walls got higher and the impressive homes got bigger
the farther they traveled up Peacock Way. Finally they
found 1591. The sun was setting as they turned through
a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway.
Slowly they passed the immense grounds of the estate
with giant trees, football-field-sized lawns, and
almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and shrubbery
imaginable.
At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing
house that almost looked like a hotel. The
architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were
already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and
a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway
that served as the entrance. A large fountain was
positioned directly in front of the house, and there
was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming
the parking area. Several expensive cars were already
positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited
for Bob and Beth to stop in front of him. "I've
seen better. . ." Bob joked, but the couple couldn't
help being impressed by the residence.
After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob
and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the
gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door
swung open and a handsome young man wearing what looked
to like a butler's uniform greeted them with a pleasant
smile. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.'W', may I have the
password please?"
Beth and Bob were shocked that this stranger seemed to
know them. . .at least by their initial. Bob stared
straight into the man's deep blue eyes as if to size
him up for a moment. "Royal," he finally said firmly.
"Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me." The man
led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit
corridor. The Wests followed close behind-gazing at
the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of
the mansion. At last they came to a large room that
was obviously the library. Each of the walls were
stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a
myriad of books neatly arranged in tall oak shelves.
Spread throughout the center of the room were groupings
of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging
and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting
room.
Several couples were already mingling and chatting
softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and
hors d'oeuvres. Bob immediately scanned the gathering
to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests
looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in
their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off.
There were three or four couples. . .then Bob suddenly
spotted someone he knew; it was Dan-a stockbroker
friend he often played racquetball with. Dan saw him
too and waved with a smile.
But before Bob and Beth could move over to their
friend, the butler was in front of them again holding
two jewelry boxes. "A gift from your host. Please put
these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is
like an identification badge. One of the house rules
asks guests not to refer to each other by their given
names, but instead to use only initials. . .for
privacy. I trust you will respect this simple
request."
Again something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth
glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the
boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the
initials of their first names: 'B'. The finely-crafted
disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the
neck. Bob's ribbon was purple and Beth's was pink.
They put the pendants on and made their way toward Dan,
or 'D' as his medallion identified him.
"Welcome, welcome!" he exclaimed, smiling broadly.
"I'm so glad you could make it. I've been looking
forward to this for a long time." 'D' gave both of
them a warm hug. "You remember my wife, M. . ."
The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. "What's this
all about?" Bob finally asked. "Who's house is this?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you, buddy. . ." D said, "But
you and your wife are in for one helluva great time
tonight. You don't have any idea how hard it is to
even be considered for one of these things. I had to
pull some serious strings."
"Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many
questions. Who are these people? Bob asked, still
confused. "And why is everybody so protective of their
privacy? I mean, this only using people's initials
thing is a little bizarre."
"Trust me," D chuckled. "All your questions will be
answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy
yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing
place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not
what you were expecting."
"We didn't know what to expect. . ." Beth piped up.
"But I certainly agree with you. This place is
amazing."
"You haven't seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. .
.we'll keep an eye out for you." 'D' grinned and his
wife winked at Bob as the couple moved off to visit
with some of the other guests.
Bob watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Dan's
wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known,
Bob had always considered Mandy to be a "looker"; she
was taller than Beth, probably 5-7, with long blonde
hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be teasing
him whenever they spoke. 'M' had a fantastic figure
with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated
seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bob
watched her go until Beth noticed where he was gazing
and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
There were only two other couples in the room. Soon
Bob and Beth met and visited briefly with both. 'S'
was a big, ruggedly-handsome man who looked like a
former football player. Rock-solid from head to toe,
he shook Bob's hand firmly then surprised Beth by
taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it
lightly. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he
smiled warmly. Beth liked his friendly, relaxed manner
instantly and couldn't help fixing her gaze on him as
he introduced his wife, 'T', a lovely, tall redhead.
Bob and 'T' chatted for a few minutes, while 'S' turned
his attention back to Beth.
"So, this is your first time here, huh? I'm so glad
you came," S said smoothly; everything about him seemed
to smile at Beth. She liked the way the soft tan-lines
around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed.
There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his
full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him
look that much more distinguished and attractive, Beth
thought. He really was a good looking man.
"Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we
got here," she answered. "It's all kind of mysterious.
. .isn't it? Do you know the hosts?"
'S' laughed with delight. "I'm not sure any of us
really know each other very well. We've been to one or
two of these parties, but, like you said. . .it's all
rather mysterious. That's what makes it all so
exciting. Don't you agree?"
"I suppose. . .yes, I guess it is kind of exciting.
I'm looking forward to finding out what else will
happen," Beth admitted.
"So am I. . ." said S softly, gazing at her again in a
way that almost made her knees weak.
The other couple was 'J' and 'V', a black husband and
wife. Like the others at the party they looked like
they were in their thirties and very attractive-almost
exotic looking. Bob and Beth soon discovered that it
was this couple's first time here too-and they were as
mystified as the Wests. 'J', the husband, was also
very solidly built and fairly tall-perhaps 6'5". Bob
thought he must be a former athlete as well. J's wife,
'V', was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She
wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a gauzy
material that almost looked like scarves tied together;
it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and
she caught the eye of every man in the room as she
moved gracefully about.
After about 30 minutes-when the couples had a chance to
introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent
champagne and appetizers-a man Beth and Bob had not
seen before stepped quietly into the library. He was
large, muscular, and completely bald and was wearing a
uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the
door. The man moved to the middle of the small group
and rang a little bell to get their attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I
offer you warmest greetings and appreciation for
attending the party. My name is Mr. Kensington. I
have been asked to represent the owner of the estate
who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to
join you personally tonight. But I have been
instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every
courtesy and to provide for your every request while
you are with us. Some of you are here for the first
time. To you in particular we extend our warmest
greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most
memorable evening.
In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining
room next door. Afterwards, some very special
entertainment has been arranged for you in the
ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have some
additional information and instructions to share with
you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect
the request to use only the initials on your medallions
as you visit with and refer to one another. Thank you
for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen,
dinner is served. . ."
They were ushered into a spacious and ornate dining
room where the large table was already set with the
first course of a feast that would include a vast array
of delicious and incredible dishes served by an
attentive and courteous staff. The group was seated by
their initials at reserved places that separated
spouses from each other in order to allow the couples
to mix more freely and continue to become acquainted.
Beth and Bob were almost at opposite ends of the
massive table, but they caught each other's eye
occasionally and silently acknowledged that the food
and the company were completely enjoyable. Beth was
secretly thrilled that she had been seated next to 'S';
the handsome broad-shouldered man chatted and laughed
with her throughout the meal-making her feel almost as
giddy as a schoolgirl.
As they were finishing a delicious dessert, Mr.
Kensington appeared at the head of the table and rang
his bell again. "I trust that you have enjoyed your
meal. Has everything been satisfactory?" Everyone
around the table glanced at each other smiling and
nodding with approval; the meal was indeed excellent.
"Fine. . ." Kensington continued, "Now, as I mentioned
earlier, I have some additional instructions to share
with you before we present the evening's entertainment.
Those of you who are first-time guests will want to pay
particular attention. You will be escorted into the
ballroom where you will be seated together as husband
and wife couples. When the entertainment begins, you
will kindly stay in your assigned seats until the chime
sounds. Ladies, when you hear the chime, please move
to the next seating area to your left. . .then continue
to move to your left to the next area each time the
chime sounds. Gentlemen, please remain seated where
you are throughout the performance.
For our new guests, the purpose of this 'musical
chairs' method of seating is to encourage you to become
better acquainted with one another. Hopefully you have
all had the chance to become familiar enough to enjoy
the company of whomever you happen to be seated with.
You will likely find the entertainment stimulating.
Feel free to react naturally to what you will see and
hear. However, if you feel uncomfortable at any time,
please do not hesitate to excuse yourself and leave the
room. We would also ask that you respect
unconditionally the wishes or the concerns of the other
guests. No one shall be required to participate in
anything against their will. Is this clearly
understood?"
Again the couples looked around at each other and
nodded, but this time not quite so enthusiastically.
Bob and Beth glanced nervously at each other, as did
'J' and 'V'. They all had similar thoughts about the
strange nature of these instructions-especially the
idea of "stimulating" entertainment and the possibility
that someone may be "uncomfortable" with what was going
to happen. All this, coupled with the protected
identity of the guests and the mystery surrounding
their absent host, made this all seem very surreal.
But the other couples who had been there before seemed
comfortable with what was happening, so the two "new"
couples shrugged and nodded slightly in agreement.
"Very good," Kensington smiled with satisfaction.
"Now, if you will follow me to the ballroom."
They made their way down the hallway they had entered
through and came to a large set of double doors that
opened into a modest-sized room that really looked
nothing like a ballroom. The room was furnished and
decorated splendidly, like the rest of the mansion, but
instead of the expected wooden dance floor there was
thick, luxurious wall-to-wall carpet. Soft music was
playing from unseen speakers somewhere, and an amazing
assortment of candles flickered everywhere-providing
the only light and casting interesting shadows on every
surface.
In the center of the room was a circular platform or
stage- perhaps two-feet high and ten-feet across-
surrounded floor to ceiling by a closed black velvet
curtain. The couples were seated with their mates in
four comfortable black-leather love seats positioned
closely around the stage in exact North, South, East,
and West points facing the curtain.
When everyone was seated, Kensington stepped back to
the doorway and rang his bell one more time. "Ladies
and gentlemen, please remember the instructions I gave
to you earlier. And now, honored guests, we present
for your enjoyment -- The Newlyweds."
As Kensington stepped back through the doors and closed
them behind him, the volume of the pleasant classical
music increased and the curtain began to rise.
Spotlights rigged above the stage faded up and brightly
revealed a king-size bed. As the curtain continued to
move upward they saw a pair of shiny black shoes- then
tuxedo trousers-and finally a young man seated in a
chair by the bed. When the curtain stopped rising the
group could also see a lovely young woman seated with
her legs curled under her on the bed; she was wearing a
beautiful white wedding dress and veil.
The newlywed couple was young-perhaps 19 or 20 -- and
they were radiant. He was extremely fit and handsome
with dazzling blue eyes, stylish blonde hair, tan
complexion, and an eager, confident smile. Each of the
women in the room felt immediately attracted to him.
The bride was just as fresh and alluring. Her long
dark hair hung almost to her waist and it contrasted
vividly with the brightness of her gown. She reached
up and pulled the veil back over her head to reveal the
face of an angel-bright eyes flashing with excitement;
full, pouting red lips framing perfect teeth; high
cheek bones and cute little dimples flushed with
excitement. She gazed longingly at her new husband as
her generous, swelling breasts rose and fell noticeably
within the confines of her lacy bodice.
As the party guests watched with fascination, the young
girl moved gracefully off the bed and stood before the
groom. Slowly she began to move her hips back and
forth to the music as she took off the veil completely
and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed her long
white gloves slowly, one at a time, to start what was
the beginning of an obvious strip tease. While she
continued to sway her shapely hips, she reached back
and grasped the zipper of her dress; unhooking it, she
turned her back to her new husband and teasingly drew
it down.
The young man slumped down in his chair slightly-still
grinning from ear to ear. A noticeable bulge was
growing in the front of his pants; again something none
of the women in the room failed to notice. He watched
in a happy daze as the pretty bride continued to dance
and strip.
Soon the top of her dress was down around her slender
waist revealing the sexy white lingerie underneath.
With a giggle, she pushed the dress the rest of the way
down and stepped out of it along with several layers of
petticoat slips. Now the lovely young girl was dressed
only in a shiny white camisole-showing off her enticing
cleavage, high-cut satin panties with the dark triangle
shadow of her trim bush clearly visible beneath, and a
matching lace garter holding up her sleek white
stockings.
Still dancing seductively, the bride kicked off her
shoes and moved closer to the young man. While he
watched her every move, she slowly sank to her knees
between his now wide-spread legs. Smiling up at him,
she reached out with her dainty hand and ran it up
along his thigh until she brushed against the now
straining erection in his pants. Everyone in the room
held their breath as she traced the outline of his
impressive manhood with her fingers- gripping and
milking it lightly. A soft groan escaped the back of
his throat.
Beth sat watching as if hypnotized. She couldn't tear
her eyes away from the provocative scene right in front
of her. Never in her life had she experienced anything
like this. Of course she and Bob both had seen to some
pretty steamy soft core movies on cable TV, but
certainly nothing that compared to the raw emotion of
watching two people being intimate with each other in
front of a live audience.
Beth didn't know how to react. Her conservative
religious upbringing should make her feel guilty and
offended by what she was watching, but she knew that
wasn't the case. She held her husband's hand tightly-
squeezing it in involuntary response to each exciting
tingle that shot through her aroused body. Yes, that
was it. . .more than anything else, Beth realized she
was highly aroused by what she was seeing. She was
already beginning to feel damp between her legs, and
she crossed and uncrossed her soft thighs-pressing them
together in a reflexive effort to intensify the
electrifying pleasure she was feeling.
Bob was having a hard time too-literally. His cock
was trying to break free from the confines of his
underwear and trousers. With all of the suspicions he
had about this party, he certainly hadn't expected
anything like this. He sensed his wife fidgeting next
to him as he watched the beautiful young bride on stage
slowly unzipping the groom's fly. Both Bob and Beth
shuddered when the girl reached into the opening and
withdrew the young man's naked, throbbing penis. It
was a huge fleshy column in her tiny fist. The purple
helmet-shaped head seemed to be swollen and glistening
in the intense lights.
Slowly the bride began to pump up and down on his
shaft. The young man groaned in appreciation-throwing
his head back and closing his eyes. A contented smile
played across his lips. In response, the girl leaned
forward and lightly kissed the slick, bulbous head of
his engorged cock. Her bright red lipstick left a
slight smudge on his meat as she leaned back and licked
her lips as if sampling the taste of him. Then,
suddenly, the young woman smiled wickedly and plunged
down to engulf his solid shaft with her warm, wet
mouth. Almost immediately, she began bobbing her head
up and down with youthful abandon-as if she couldn't
wait to make him explode.
It was almost more than Beth could stand. Her nerve
endings were already raw and overheated. She could
feel her nipples swelling and scraping against the
fabric of her bra, and she kept squeezing her thighs
together in an effort to quench the burning sensations
between her legs. She watched the girl's loose dark
hair flying free as her head bounced up and down on the
young man's lap.
Without thinking, Beth reached her hand over to grasp
her husband's thick, muscular thigh. Bob reacted by
placing his hand over hers and urging it to move upward
until she felt his pulsing tool in his tented pants.
Beth wrapped her fingers around the steel-hard shaft
through the cloth and began to rub him urgently. Bob
returned the favor by placing his arm around his wife's
shoulder and reaching down to cup one of her quivering
breasts through her dress. He had no trouble finding
the hard point of her sensitive nipple poking out from
the fabric. He scraped his fingernail over the turgid
nub causing Beth to gasp and arch her back.
On stage the newlyweds were continuing their intense
foreplay. The bride had succeeded in opening the
man's pants completely and had pulled them down his
hips slightly while she continued to devour his huge
pole with her sweet mouth. His rod was slick and shiny
with her saliva, and she looked like she was starving
for the taste of his meat.
Meanwhile, he had untied the ribbons that held her
camisole together at the top. Pushing the satiny
material aside, he reached in and helped her creamy
breasts spill out into his big hands. She moaned with
muffled delight around his cock as he began to massage
and knead her soft, jiggling flesh. His thumbs soon
found her small pink nipples and he teased them without
mercy-rolling and pulling the sensitive tips between
his fingers until she almost squealed.
Bob and Beth continued to paw at each other-getting
bolder and more impassioned with each passing moment.
They had almost forgotten about the other guests until
a chime suddenly sounded in the room. Beth immediately
felt panic in the pit of her stomach. Remembering the
instructions to move to the next love seat to her left,
she couldn't imagine sitting with someone she hardly
knew in this condition. "Oh Bob. . ." she whispered,
"what should we do?"
Bob was having similar thoughts. The "entertainment"
had seduced and carried them both away almost to the
point of no return. What was expected now. . .for them
to calmly continue to watch this wildly carnal display
without acting upon the incredible urges they were
feeling? Or was that the idea-to build the couples to
a fever pitch of sexual need that would turn the party
into a wild orgy. He'd heard about things like this
before, but Bob never expected he and his wife to ever
be involved. Like Beth, he was confused and
overwhelmed. . .that is until he saw 'T' standing
expectantly in front of him.
"I believe this is where I'm supposed to be now. . ."
The tall redhead looked excited and flushed.
Bob glanced back at Beth and immediately had wild
visions of his wife with another man. He'd never
considered it before and he didn't necessarily like the
idea, but everything was happening so quickly and his
throbbing cock suddenly made the decision for him.
"It's OK, Honey. . ." he heard himself say. "We better
do what the man said."
Beth looked bewildered and a little frightened as she
slowly rose to her feet and watched 'T' slide quickly
into her seat. Somewhere behind her on the stage she
heard moans and deep sighs as she awkwardly moved over
to the next seating area where she found their friend,
Dan, smiling and relaxed as he watched her approach.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a strange smile.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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