Authors: Charlotte Sloan
This time around, he did me with my legs pushed up, my ankles held in place around my ears by my husband, pushing into me until I nearly fainted with pleasure. This time around, however, I didn't quite make it all the way up to the splendid heights of orgasm, falling just short of the mark- which isn't to say I was wholly disappointed as I unleashed his hot essence inside me, filling me up with himself, and at last pulling out, and leaving me shivering in my own sweat.
And that was because now, my husband was mounting me in turn, flipping me over and climbing onto my body like an animal, and pushing himself inside me through the wake of my other lover's molten essence, a natural, perverse lubricant.
And he began to thrust, to dig, to drill deeper and harder into me than ever, tearing screams of sweet pleasure from my throat, causing my head to bang with his bolting thrusts and making me burn with each upping of intensity. Again and again and again he pelted down into my deepest depths, continually reaching further and further in than I thought was humanly possible, and at last slamming down like a hammer, holding steady, and unleashing.
And as he filled me yet again, I was pushed successfully past the point of my own endurance, my head racing, my heart thundering, and every damn nerve ending in my body lighting up with shock. I groaned, and moaned wildly, every ounce of me on fire with want and lust and satisfaction, and my union with my two lovers the sweetest, most wonderful thing in the world.
At last, Daniel pulled out of me as well, and Derek added himself onto the pile. The three of us twisted together, making out tenderly and dissolving into one another for some time in the afterglow, drunk on one another's company, and simply unable to get enough.
And good God, was it wonderful...
It wasn't for a couple of weeks after that that I discovered I was pregnant that Daniel and I had been discussing, which, under normal circumstances, would have been great- except I had no earthly idea
to whoto which of the two men was the child's father...
*****
THE END
He shifted his gaze in my direction and I knew he was the one my friend Tracy told me about. He wore the black blazer, white shirt and a red corsage that was supposed to match my dress. I got up and walked over to him with a confident smile on my face. I couldn’t tell whether he smiled back at me because of the masks but I knew he was excited by the bulge in his pants. Tracy had assured me that this place was discreet and I would have a great time. From the way events were unfolding, I could tell that she was right.
I needed the discretion; I couldn’t afford being seen by the tabloids at a place like this, but I couldn’t also deny myself the pleasures that were being offered. My red hot dress, lips, nails and toes were the same shade of red and I had deliberately chosen that color to indicate ‘danger’. I wanted the powerful men to know what they were approaching and to warn the weaker, slower ones to stay away.
I loved the décor of the place; it screamed of wanton sex and pleasure. The curtains were a deep shade of red and there were all types of sex toys available. The drugs being consumed at the party only got everyone more excited and that was exactly what I needed, pure excitement.
I didn’t need any drugs to find it though, I had already found it. I stopped half way and with a nod dared him to meet me the rest of the way. He got the message loud and clear and didn’t bother to try to hide his erection as he walked over to me. My pussy started tingling as he ran his tongue over his supple lips and I knew I was in for a very good time.
“You’re looking hot”, he whispered seductively in my ear and I could feel the moisture pooling in my thong panties. I don’t know why I bothered wearing them. If things went the way I wanted them to go, they would just get ripped off me and be ruined. But then, that’s always aroused me.
I let him place his hands at the small of my back and he rubbed his very erect cock slowly up against my lower belly as he took a sip from his glass. I couldn’t tell what he was drinking until he leaned in closer and kissed me letting the liquor slip from his mouth to mine. I detected a mixture of gin and something else but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. I was too busy enjoying the zingers of excitement and heat running through my body. He had barely touched me and I was ready to explode.
“I want you to feel how ready I am for you”, I said.
He took one look at my face and knew I was miles ahead of him. He slipped his fingers beneath my dress and found my thong. As I predicted, one little tug and it was out of the way. I could tell by his moan that he was pleased he now had full access.
He played around with his fingers and I loved how he searched and kneaded, pinched and squeezed. I felt his erection pulsing against me and I wanted nothing more than to feel the length of him deep inside me. The room was dimly lit and everyone else in the room seemed to be having sex with someone. The few moans that escaped their throats turned me on even more and I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.
He took my hand and directed me to a lonely corner and pinned me to the wall. I wanted to ask his name but decided against it. I wasn’t here to make friends; I was here to indulge in my fantasies and have a good time. He lifted up my dress and got down on his knees before slipping his head in between my thighs and letting his tongue work around my clit. He placed both my thighs on his shoulders and from the way he effortlessly lifted me I could tell that he worked out a lot.
An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and I felt like the world was at my feet and I was its Queen. No one had ever made me feel this good with their tongue, not even my husband. I blamed most of it on the drink that I just had and simply let go. He took his time with me; he was slow and caring for a stranger and handled me like a very fragile object.
I could see a few more men walk around and look over at us with envy. One of them waved to us but I was too absorbed in the sensations overwhelming me to respond. He must have felt ignored as I watched him walk over to us and look at his friend having so much fun.
“Hey, mind if I have a go at it?” he asked, but was completely ignored.
I felt like a priced possession by the way my man was territorial didn’t want to share me, but at the same time, I wondered how good the stranger might be. With his head still under my dress he shooed the stranger away like one would a fly. He then got to his feet but still held on tightly to my legs. They were now firmly secure around his waist as he pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear.
“You are mine tonight, I don’t want to share”, he said before unzipping his pants and setting his very aroused cock free. It sprung to life as soon as his trousers hit the floor and I was mesmerized by the size of it. He was humongous and I thanked God that he couldn’t see my facial expression behind the mask.
“My, oh my!” I let out as I stretched forward and could not resist the urge to grab hold of it and feel it pulsing. I felt him jolt at my touch and I moved closer to him. We were pelvis to pelvis as his pulsing cock probed in between my thighs.
He then lifted me from the wall and placed me on my back on the cold marble floor. I loved how the cold floor caressed my skin and I stretched out my hands and let them lay carelessly opposite each other. He lifted my dress up to my waist and placed a hand over my mouth as the other hand travelled down to my crotch. He plunged two fingers deep inside me and rubbed his thumb hard over my clit.
A moan escaped my lips and I felt a shiver run up and down my spine. I could hear someone in the distance calling out for God at the top of her lungs and knew that she was either at her climax or on her way there. I envied her and wished that I too would get there sooner. Her screams turned me on and they intensified the desire I felt for this stranger who had come so highly recommended.
For a brief moment I thought about my husband and what he would think if he saw me at such a place and a guilty feeling circled my heart. I easily pushed it out of my mind and focused on the pleasure I was feeling at this moment. After all, it wasn’t the first time I cheated on him and pushing it to the back of my mind was quite easy for me. My mind wandered back to previous events and I found myself thinking of what had brought me here. An ironic smile slowly formed on my face, life always had a way of playing tricks on you especially when you were not looking.
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My husband and I had been married for ten years. Like all couples, we also had our own set of issues. My marriage to Ted was under a lot of scrutiny from the word go. There was always someone who had a negative opinion about where we were in life and where we ought to be. At age 25, when I introduced Ted to my father, he shared his opinion about our different career paths and how I was likely to be more successful than Ted. I majored in Political Science and he in Business Administration. My father drove a few points home but I ignored him at the time. I was too in love to let him get into my head.
“Karen, you are destined for greatness and a better life. I don’t see you being a home maker and satisfied being a suburbia house wife,” my father said after we told him about our plan of me being a full time stay at home while Ted worked.
Five years and two daughters later I realized that my father was right. My Political Science degree sat on a shelf collecting dust as I made lunches and spearheaded my children’s school bake sales. Being a mother was a thrilling and challenging experience but it was not the career that I spent four years pulling all-nighters and graduating at the top of my class for. My routine became ordinary and boring and I wanted more than what I had in life. I told Ted I wanted to go back to work.
Ted, of course, had a problem with it. “A woman’s place is by her husband’s side, raising babies and taking care of the house. I don’t see the need for you to work. I make enough money to sustain both of us”, he would say. One fight led to another until I eventually decided to grab the bull by its horns and get a job. My family was well connected and my father did not have a problem connecting me to the Governor’s mansion and in the blink of an eye I had a job.
I learnt how to block Ted’s words from getting to me and decided to do what made me happy. I hadn’t realized that there was something missing in my sex life until I met Joseph at the Governor’s mansion. Unlike Ted, Joseph was full of life, free spirited and had no limits. He was the first man I committed adultery with and I somehow have never felt guilty about it. He knew how to lure me into his trap. Like a lion, Joseph identified his prey, took his time to get to know its weak point before diving in and going straight for the jugular.
I could only define my cheating experience with Joseph in one word, daring. Joseph was not the type of man that you would cling or get attached to. He had deep insecurities about himself and the worst part was that he didn’t even know it. He walked around feeling bullet proof and untouchable and simply had no boundaries. He was the type of guy who would sleep with an ape if he thought that was the new experimental sexual thing to do.
He was, however, my door to infidelity and I cannot begin to describe the many different types of men who came flooding in after him. Being with all these men was not out of necessity or need. I got a kick from the sneaking around and hiding in different hotel rooms every now and then. Some of the sex wasn’t even worth it, but for the ones who gave incredible sex, there was always a third and fourth meeting with them. Most of these men were married and would understand if I had to cancel the date for a recital or a soccer game.
My career, as well, was taking off along with my infidelity path. At some point I had to be more discreet about my sex life, more for the sake of appearances and fame than for my marriage.
Which brings me back to tonight. Ten years in a marriage, a blossoming career and two wonderful children but somehow strolling around at a sex party with a mask on my face and a stranger filling me up? I would of course blame it entirely on Tracy my best friend and also my partner in crime.
Tracy had walked into my office that morning and from the way she closed the door behind her, I knew it was not about work.
“Hello stranger”, she greeted me as she helped herself to some coffee before having a seat opposite me.
“Hello”, I replied as I took a sip from my cup as well. It had been a busy morning and Tracy was a welcome interruption.
“Have you ever been to a sex party?” she asked.
The question immediately sent me on a curious path and I looked over at Tracy in utter disbelief.
“No, I haven’t”, I replied “But by the look on your face I can tell that I have been missing out”.
“You have no idea”, Tracy said. Her eyes were bulging out as they always did whenever she got excited.
“So tell me, what goes on at these parties”, I asked. My mind had already switched off work as I leaned in closer to her to listen to her keenly.
“The question you should be asking me is what does not happen at such parties”, Tracy answered.
“Come on stop ‘wetting’ my appetite. You know I don’t have all day to listen to you”.
“Ok, ok”, she let out quickly. “This is how it works; first you get an invitation to the party. They do not let just anyone attend”.
“Go on”.
“Second thing, you need to have a mask on”.
This piece of information was what intrigued me the most; discretion was one thing I valued most whenever I went out on a sexual escapade.
“You have now fully got my attention” I said, before shifting slightly in my seat. “I have to ask though, what kind of mask are you talking about?”
“The mask comes with the invitation card. It covers your face from the top of your forehead to the tip of your nose and spreads evenly across your cheeks”, Tracy answered as she gave me a clear definition of how the mask would look like by tracing her finger along her face.
“You almost got me worried for a second there. I had imagined different masks on people”, I replied “Can you imagine having sex with a stranger who had on the mask of a mother hen?”
Tracy let out a hearty laugh, “Now that would be hilarious!”
“Ok, so tell me more”, I probed. I was already seeing myself dressed in a commanding red dress that required an audience and the mask securely in place.