The Private Party

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 included 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 rotating 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.

As Beth nervously took her seat she looked back at the couple on the stage. The bride was now laying on the bed -- the pretty satin camisole had been completely removed and her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with bright pink points, bounced slightly as she shifted and settled. The young groom was gazing down at her -- still grinning with pure lust -- as he quickly removed his tuxedo and other attire. The young woman licked her lips as she hungrily watched his large erection bob and wave between his muscular thighs.

"This is pretty damn hot, isn't it?" Beth heard 'D' whisper beside her. She had intentionally avoided sitting too close to him, but she felt him shifting next to her as they both stared at the stage. "Have you ever seen somebody do it right in front of you like this?" D asked.

Beth cleared her throat and whispered back without looking at him, "N...no, never. . .I never imagined. . ."

After he had removed his clothing, the attractive groom on stage placed one knee on the bed and reached out to effortlessly pull the scantily clad bride closer to him. Taking his time to tease the girl and his audience, he slowly unhooked and removed her garter and then peeled each of her white stockings down and off her shapely legs. The dark- haired beauty smiled and cooed with pleasure as he hooked his fingers in her skimpy lace panties and began to pull them off. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him and soon she was completely nude and spread wantonly on the bed.

Beth's heart was pounding inside her chest and she was having trouble catching her breath. She watched the young man lift the girl's delicate foot and then -- starting at her ankle -- he began to kiss and lick his way up her leg until he reached her tender inner thigh. . .just inches away from her soft, wet opening. Beth could feel her own warm juices soaking her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs -- causing the hem of her short black dress to ride up higher and higher.

Seated next to the increasingly impassioned housewife, Dan Sullivan, or 'D', was no longer watching the performance on stage. He knew he had limited time before the chime sounded again and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for -- the reason he had made careful arrangements to have Bob and Beth West invited to the party. For quite some time Dan had secretly dreamed of seducing his friend Bob's innocent and comely wife. Now was the time to make his move.

At the same time a few feet away, Beth's husband, Bob, was getting his own lessons in the art of seduction. 'T', the statuesque and tantalizing redhead, wasted little time in cuddling up against her attractive new friend. As they sat together watching the newlywed couple pleasure each other, Bob felt another man's wife softly breathing into his ear as she whispered, "Oh, this makes me feel so naughty. . .would you mind if I played. . .just a little?"

Bob jerked suddenly as he felt her hand grasp his and place it on her warm, soft thigh. She purred softly and spread her legs slightly -- pushing his hand higher until it slid under her dress. Instinctively Bob massaged her smooth tender flesh with his fingers. As he moved his hand higher, he could feel the warmth building and she parted her thighs wider to give him better access. Soon his middle fingertip brushed against the downy softness of her pubic hair and then the puffy flesh of her vaginal lips. She was not wearing panties. T moaned quietly next to him -- encouraging him to continue probing.

Somewhere in his foggy brain Bob had a fleeting thought that what he was doing was wrong. But before he could process the idea any further, the lovely redhead unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his throbbing manhood. The touch of her cool skin on his burning shaft caused him to groan and thrust his hips forward. All thoughts of turning back quickly vanished.

Beth stared trance-like at the erotic sight before her. The young groom on the stage now had the bride's legs spread wide and bent at the knee. Tossing her thick mane of hair from side to side, she panted and groaned as her lover lapped and swirled his tongue into the tight slit of her vagina while her hips pumped rhythmically against his hungry mouth.

Dan had moved closer to Beth and gazed down at the lovely sight of her naked thighs squeezing together tightly and then relaxing repeatedly. Her dress had ridden up high enough that he could almost see the hidden juncture between her legs, but she was wringing her hands together in her lap preventing the dress from rising any higher. Watching her swelling breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, he slowly reached his arm around her shoulder in a careful, casual manner so he wouldn't frighten or alarm her.

When she did not object to his advance, Dan lightly placed his hand on her knee -- again watching her closely for any resistance. But Beth was dizzy and almost drunk with desire. She heard the wet slurping sounds and the constant moans from the couple on the stage and she couldn't help imagining -- no, wishing -- that she was the one on the bed tangled in the naked, passionate act with the handsome young groom. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly sliding up her leg, but it didn't register in her lust-filled brain until she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively pushed aside.

Beth instinctively looked down to see a man's hand lightly stroking her exposed skin. Then, with wide, glazed- over eyes, she dreamily looked up and tried to focus on his face smiling back at her. "Let me help you. . ." she heard him say. Dan shifted even closer to her small frame and reached down to gently take her hands and move them off her lap. While they both watched his movements, he carefully took hold of the bottom of her short dress and gradually lifted the fabric up and folded it back onto her stomach -- completely revealing her wispy black panties.

Dan took a deep breath. She was more captivating than he had imagined. The scant fabric did little to hide her feminine charms, and he knew he must have her. . .if not entirely now, then certainly before the night was over.

On the other couch Bob leaned back and planted his hands on the cushion to brace himself. He watched the two young lovers on stage trying to send each other over the edge in a frenzied sixty-nine position; but between his outstretched legs, a gorgeous woman he hardly knew knelt in front of him greedily deep-throating his aching cock. Her technique was fantastic as she swirled and stabbed her tongue around the sensitive head each time she lifted her lovely head with the flaming red hair.