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- Masquerade
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Click hereThe 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 it's 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 spunk 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 spunk 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 spunk 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 spunk to my pussy full, 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.
"But... but I saw you here before...." I blurted.
"Oh that will 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. And 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.
- COMMENTS
timrivabout 2 years agoActually kinda liked it, sure it was a slut wife story but not a vindictive one she was just enjoying group sex. Nothing wrong with that. Not like she was going to leave her husband or was doing to hurt him or out of split, would be interesting second chapter in that she has sex with a bunch of the guys and has triplets, one white, one black and one Asian.
26thNCabout 3 years agoDoes anyone think that this is anything more than a lame attempt to write another cheating whore story?
widowedidiotabout 7 years agoThis story is sure to keep me laughing for a good while. I was imagining the wifeś face as she realized it was not her husband. And her husbands face if he found out that a man she mistook as him had taken her and passed her to his friends. Serves him right for sending her by herself. I hope you have some more similar stories like this.
Anonymousover 8 years agoStick that hot tipped nail up your ass. Gave this a one star rating. Erotica, only in Rusty's world.
TonyKiwiover 8 years agobefore the bragging about nailing a the boss's wife at the party got back to Tom. Lisa one of the secretaries had a crush on Tom and was looking for a way out her boring job, all she ever wanted was to be a wife and mum so Lisa took her shot. Lisa had over heard the guys talking about a wife at the party dressed like a slut they had tricked into sex. The regular long lunches and afternoons skipping work with fake business meeting as cover stories to met Tom's wife ( Eve )at their home. The number of men had grown but not every one could make it each time but usual three attended to Eve's needs. Lisa made sure the flash drive with the guys conversation was left on Tom's desk with a anon note listing all the men involved. Tom was usually a very calm boss but that afternoon he lost it, he threw every movable object in his office smashing his computer screen, walls and the desk, a chair went into the window but being toughened glass it just bounced off. Tom's secretary freaked out calling the security company to send some one to protect the staff. By the time two guys arrived Tom had calmed down, grabbed his briefcase and walked out telling his staff he was leaving for the rest of the day. Tom stopped at the door and turned apologizing to the office for his outburst, tears streaming down his face he left to confront his wife. The divorce was messy but there was little to divide up, no kids and a rented house neither of them wanted. It was harder to replace all the guys that needed to go. None of them got a recommendation and when asked by interested employers Tom advised them to issue Chastity belts to their women employees so none of men could find work locally and started to leave the area. Eve had to return to work as no alimony was awarded in the dissolution of their short marriage. Lisa became Tom's personal secretary filling a recent vacancy that no one else in the office want. Lisa was happy to wait she knew what she want and he was just behind that door. TK
Anonymousover 8 years agoMy wife's sister was sixteen when this happened. She was a little sexpot... pretty as hell with a fantastic body and she knew it. She liked to tease me when my wife wasn't close by but she was just being a cock teaser... bumping my hip with that solid bubble butt ass and then running off laughing because she knew she was killing me. One Fri. night, my wife and I were going out for dinner and then dancing and some drinking. It wasn't planned but my wife got plastered. I had to carry her inside, undress her and put her to bed. She was passed out.. down for the count. I'd had some drinks and was buzzed but I wasn't drunk when I went into the bedroom to check on the kids. That's when I saw my wife's sister lying on her back with the sheet thrown off of her and her legs bent and spread so that I had a great view of the jet black hair sticking out from the edge of the tiny bikini panties that she was wearing under the short, sexy nitie that was pulled up to just below that fine set of tits that she liked to make sure that I got an eyeful of. Almost instantly, my cock was at its full eight and a half inches and as solid as one of the bedposts. I knew that my wife was dead to the world so I gently straightened her sister's legs and then slowly and carefully slid her panties down and off of her. She drew her legs back up a little, leaving them spread open in invitation, while I quickly got naked. At the last second, I went to our room for the bottle of Astroglide and started lubing my cock on the way back to the spare bedroom. I was only gone for about twenty seconds so she hadn't moved when I slowly got onto the bed and very slowly moved into position, being careful to not shake the bed and disturb her while she was sleeping. My cock was glistening with the Astroglide but I sprinkled a few drops at the top and center of her slightly open pussy lips to let it run down and lubricate her cunt opening while I slowly leaned forward over her. Putting my weight on the mattress, I supported myself with one hand while using the other to guide the head of my cock and nudge it between the lips of of her pussy until I felt it seat in her socket. Without hesitation, I thrust hard into her and buried about five inches of my cock in the tightest, sweetest cunt in the World. That's when I discovered that I'd just taken her virginity because her eye's flew open, her legs tried to close and ended up being wrapped around my thighs, when I thrust into her the second time and buried the last three or four inches of my cock before lying down on her and holding her in place. She let out a shriek of pain but didn't a scream. I could tell by the look on her face that it hurt like hell but it sure felt damned good to me and I wasn't about to take my cock out of that fine environment. She'd started bucking and rolling her hips to try to get me off and out of her, which was doing a great job of fucking my cock and getting her pussy used to the feel of my cock being inside of her. When she finally gave up and told me to get off of her or she'd tell her sister, I asked her if she was going to tell her that I'd fucked her and squirted my cum inside of her. Her eyes got wild and she started begging me to get off of her but she didn't raise her voice to call her sister.... who she didn't know was passed out cold. I just lay on her, with my cock still buried in her pussy and asked her if it still hurt because I was going to start fucking her but told her that I'd stop if it hurt too much. Then I brought my hands and arms up behind her head and shoulders and, cradling her head, I started fucking her with slow, very short strokes. She grunted a little, each time I pushed into her, but didn't say anything. I looked at her and then let my mouth down to hers and started kissing her, while I kept fucking her slowly and gently. It was funny because I did that for about five minutes and she was really kissing me. Instead of saying something about me fucking her, she said, "You kiss really nice." (I've been told that lots of times... and was once slapped when I kissed a woman, who immediately apologized, saying that I'd made her feel like I was undressing her... which I did, a few minutes later, and fucked the shit out of her.)
By then, I'd lengthened my fuck strokes to about an inch or so and she was starting to move with me, while intermittently kissing me back with fervor and then going back to fucking me as I increased the length of my fuck strokes until I was just plain fucking her. She was moaning, bucking and throwing her still very tight, juicy pussy up to take all of my cock into her pussy. The head was just touching her cervix and would make her grunt. I have good control, to begin with but I'd also had enough to drink that I lasted for almost half an hour before I pumped a huge load of cum into my sixteen year old sister-in-law's tight, no longer virgin pussy. She was mine, from then on. I'm sure I fucked her at least five thousand times before she got married. I suspect that my wife knows it but she's never said anything. She had to have seen the way her sister changed in the way she interacted with me, after that night. (of course, there was blood on the sheet, from me popping her cherry and I'm sure my wife noticed, in retrospect, that her sister had walked funny the next day. Since the same thing had happened to her, at some point, I'm sure she recognized the walk and knew what had caused it. She must have arranged to get her on birth control pills because I always shot my cum into her.
Lickideesplitabout 11 years agoI apply a 'likelihood test' to things that happen during a story. I am willing to suspend belief when reading fiction, but I have 'degree' and 'frequency' limits. If the author claims his 90 year-old wife is often mistaken as a hot 20-something, my 'degree' flag flashes red. The second or third time a smaller 'bullshit' assertion is made, my 'frequency' flag flashes!
In this tale, the Hubby 'taxi-to-the-party' request got my 'degree' flag to bright orange! Calling a taxi used to be a common (and relatively inexpensive) option. Except, perhaps, in 'downtown' areas of major cities where people go out and flag down cruising cabs, that is no longer the case! Even WITHOUT the 'far-out-of-comfort' zone of her attire, most women, I believe, would simply say "I'll wait for you to get through and pick me up, Dear!" She knows she does not know anybody at the party very well. She is going in support of Hubby, not to schmooze with close friends!
At the party, she wanders to a remote area, which miraculously has two 'supporting actors' in the plot. This is odd, whether Hubby has set up a 'voyeur' scenario OR not. Then Arab Bull comes in and takes Sweetie without saying a word! Her getting to the poolroom and staying awhile, with NO other non-involved party-goers wanting to play or watch trips the 'degree' and 'frequency' flags to bright RED.
It is a nice, but very forced scripting, deception seduction scenario. Sweetie makes the decision that the dam has been broken, so she opts to enjoy surfing the flood. She could have chosen to resent the trickery and inform Hubby, or to just cut off the perps. The first (and chosen) option may lead to HotWife sequels. The other choices might lead to a Hubby retaliation sequel or Bull Perp sequels to get Sweetie out of her laundry again. I think either of the latter two options would have been more fruitful, plus more in keeping with Sweetie's character!
4*
deck23over 11 years agoShe should have told him right away about what happened. Now he is the poor slob with a slut wife who fucks any guy from the company
