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Masquerade
by Wife Watcher (wifwat@excite.com)

***

Wife is tricked into a gangbang making a cuckold of her 
unwitting husband. (M+/F, wife, gb, exh, orgy)

***

The firm my husband works for was having a party, it 
was to be a fancy dress masked ball. He wanted me to go 
as a French Tart, he had brought home the outfit and at 
first I had protested but he persuaded me to 'at least 
try it on'. 

Well I did and I have never felt so wicked in all my 
life. Black high heeled shoes and black fishnet 
stockings, red suspenders and panties and matching bra, 
the bra was that 'cut away' that it only just covered 
my nipples. A mini skirt that was level with my 
stocking tops and had splits up to the waistband on 
both sides. 

A red & black striped top that had a deep neckline but 
the bottom only just covered my breasts, and of course, 
a black beret. 

"I can't go out in this!" I said to my husband Tom. 

"Of course you can. Doesn't it make you feel good?" 

"Well, yes... But..." 

"Doesn't it make you feel sexy?" 

"...and wicked... and slutty... but I can't... I just 
can't!" 

"You'll be the Belle of the Ball; you'd like that 
wouldn't you." 

Well, to cut a long story short, he talked me into it, 
truth be told I wanted him to 'talk me into it' so I 
wouldn't feel that I was to blame. But one thing he 
talked me into, that I wasn't very happy about, was to 
leave off my bra & panties. Persuasive as ever, he 
convinced me that only being 19, I was firm enough not 
to need the bra and without panties, he could have a 
discrete play with my pussy whilst we danced. So that 
is how I was to go to the ball. 

He was going as an Arab. His outfit looked just like an 
ordinary one, except the front was like a wrap over 
skirt. From the waist on down was completely open, only 
the fact that it was wrapped over slightly, stopped 
anyone from noticing. When I asked why the opening, he 
said in case we felt frisky, he could lift up my little 
skirt and 'take me' without anyone noticing. With this 
in mind and the way I was dressed, I was feeling quite 
'horny'. 

An hour before we where to leave for the party, my 
husband phoned me and said that he would be delayed at 
work and that I was take a taxi to the party and he 
would follow me on there as soon as he could. I did as 
instructed and went to the party alone, I didn't really 
know anyone anyway, but the fact that they where all 
wearing masks just made me feel more alone. A few men 
asked me to dance and probably because of the way hat I 
was dressed, they took liberties and tried to grope me 
but I soon put them in their place. 

I'd had a few drinks and just wandered around. Then I 
came upon the library, there where no lights on, except 
for the lights over the snooker table. I went in and 
was quite amused to see Napoleon play snooker against 
Julius Caesar. There was a Grand Piano and I went and 
stood at the end of it, leaning on it as I watched the 
men playing snooker. 

Just then I saw my husband, in his Arab outfit, come in 
to the library. He walked around the back of the piano 
and came up behind me. He slid his arms around my waist 
and kissed my neck. He walked me backwards until we 
where behind the piano, lent me forward so that both my 
arms where resting on top of it. He raised my mini 
skirt and then I felt his hard cock slide along the 
crack of my bottom, under me and push its way into my 
pussy. 

I felt really excited that he was doing this in the 
same room as the 2 men playing snooker. Admittedly they 
where so engrossed in their game that they didn't 
notice what we where doing but the fact that they where 
there, made me feel decadent and slutty. 

My husband reached around with one hand and started to 
play with my clit, with his other hand he caressed my 
breasts and played with my nipples. He soon had me 
squirming and panting. I could feel his cock going 
faster and faster in and out of my pussy, I knew he 
would soon be coming and I was almost there myself. I 
heard him moan and could feel his cock squirt his hot 
cum into me. This took me over the top and I started to 
cum as well. 

Conscious that there where other people in the room, I 
tried as best I could to stifle my moans. But not good 
enough, I caught the attention of Napoleon & Julius 
Caesar. They came over to us just as my husband was 
taking his cock out of me. 

I went to straighten up but my husband gripped the back 
of my neck and held me down leaning on the piano. 
Napoleon got behind me and I felt his cock slide into 
me, it went in very easy with all my husbands cum 
inside my pussy. 

Julius Caesar started to play with my breasts and the 
sexual feelings started to glow inside me again. What 
with the drinks and the lovely fucking I'd had with my 
husband and the fact that he was letting these strange 
men 'have me', well why not. What the hell, I'd always 
been a faithful wife, I'd had offers, been chatted up 
but had always refused. Well tonight, to hell with 
being a 'good girl', I wanted to be a slut. 

It didn't take Napoleon long to cum, I felt him 
thrusting into me violently as his cum filled my 
insides. I looked around and noticed that my husband 
had left the room. Just then I felt Julius Caesar 
taking over, he soon had his cock into my overflowing 
pussy. It didn't take him long to ad his cum to my full 
pussy, in fact I was so full I could feel it running 
down my thighs. When he had finished, Julius Caesar 
said that there was a small bathroom at the back of the 
library if I wanted to clean myself up. 

After I'd freshened up I came out of the library and 
into the main hall, just then the front door opened and 
in walked... my husband Tom, wearing his Arab outfit 
but with an overcoat on top. I rushed up to him to ask 
where he'd been to, but he was full of apologies for 
being late, he'd been held up at the office.

"B-but I saw you here before!" I blurted. 

"Oh that'll have been young Jeff, you know Jeff, works 
in my office. That's a funny thing, Jeff, Andy & Tony 
weren't going to come to the party. I was trying to 
persuade them, telling them what a lovely time they 
would have but it wasn't until I described our outfits 
that they took any notice." 

"You told them what I would be wearing? That I'd be 
dressed like a tart?" I asked. 

"Yes, that seemed to do the trick. That's when they 
decided to come. Jeff asked me where I was getting my 
Arab outfit from as he said he liked the idea of 
dressing like that." 

"I'll bet he did." 

"There they are now, over at the bar," said Tom 
pointing.

"I'll go over and say hello to them," I said and 
started to rush over to them. 

"I'll just hang up my coat and follow you over," 
shouted Tom. 

I walked up to them and seeing the silly grins on their 
faces I almost screamed at them "You bastards, you 
slimy no good bastards!" 

They all laughed and Jeff said "But you have got to 
admit that you enjoyed it."

That's what made me so mad at them, I had enjoyed it. I 
had enjoyed being used by them. Jeff winked at me and 
said "Before your husband gets here, can we make 
arrangements for next Wednesday. He's out of town on 
business trip and will be away overnight, maybe even 
two nights?" 

"You bastards!" I said through clenched teeth. "OK. But 
phone Tuesday daytime." Just then Tom joined us. The 
rest of the evening the 3 guys took turns dancing with 
me and feeling me up. They introduced me to a few other 
guys from their office who also danced with me and 
groped me. 

Ever since then, every time Tom is away on business, 
several guys visit me but they still insist on wearing 
the Masquerade masks. It does make it more exciting as 
I am never sure who is fucking me.

END

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