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ADULTS ONLY: The following story contains sexual content and
descriptions. If you are under 18, or if you live in a community
where the reading of such material is illegal, please do not continue.
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 West's 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 extent
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 moved 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 tare 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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