BEE-0864
The Private Party


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 Wests 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,
completely bald, and he 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 offer 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 need 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 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.

Bob was in heaven until he remembered Beth. Whipping around to look to his
left, his eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when he saw what was
happening. There was his conservative little wife with her dress bunched around
her waist and her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the large form of his
friend, Dan, who had his hand buried in her panties -- obviously fingering her
furiously. Beth stared straight ahead with unblinking eyes as her pretty mouth
gasped for breath. Even several yards away, her husband could hear her pant and
whimper helplessly.

At first Bob was angry at the sight of his wife so openly engaged in sexual
acts with another man. But soon he realized that he had no cause for
resentment. After all, he had encouraged her to move to the next chair, and
here he was doing the same thing with someone else's wife. No, there was
nothing he could do about it now.

Electric shocks jolted through Beth's small body as the man above her continued
to plunge his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth
in his conquest. Before she even realized what was happening, Dan had first
traced the lips of her opening through the scant piece of silk between her legs
-- then he moved his hand up and slipped it down inside. Fireworks went off in
her head when his fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris which
he teased and stroked until she cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his big
fingers lower and found her steamy, wet opening.

Dan reached under and silently urged her to raise her tight, round buttocks so
he could remove her panties completely. Cool air rushed over her inflamed sex
as she leaned back again and waited breathlessly for the thrill of his touch.
But it would not happen now. . .The chime sounded again.

Somewhere deep in her clouded mind, Beth realized she had been signaled to move
to a new location in this surreal version of musical chairs. The man beside her
reluctantly removed his hands from her naked skin and helped her rise
unsteadily to her feet. "We'll finish this later," he breathed in her ear while
he helped straighten her dress; then he gently directed her toward the next
couch.

On stage the newlywed couple continued their heated act of passion. The
dark-haired bride was straddling the virile groom. She arched her back and
churned her plump buttocks wildly, plunging herself up and down with frantic
need on his thick, shiny pole sliding deep inside her with each thrust. The
room was filled with the sounds of their love cries and the soft methodic
slapping of flesh meeting flesh.

Beth shakily groped her way through the dim light until she saw a dark figure
looming.`J' sat watching her approach with bright, narrow eyes like a big cat
waiting for its prey.Even slumped in the chair the tall professional athlete
was an imposing figure, and the startled housewife stopped short with a
shudder. His jacket and shirt were open and parted wide, revealing sleek,
lean-cut skin and muscle. But what stopped her was the sight of the long, thick
ebony column rising from his open pants and laying hard against his flat
stomach. She had never seen a black man like this before. As she gazed at the
huge phallus poised and throbbing slightly in front of her, the strong arousal
she had felt moments earlier was quickly turning to apprehension.

Sensing her hesitancy, J reached his hand out to her. With a calm, low voice he
said, "Come, sit with me . . .don't be frightened. Let me please you."
Tentatively she allowed him to take her delicate hand and guide her to sit next
to him, but she couldn't pull her eyes from the coiled steel monster between
his legs.

Directly across, on the other side of the platform, Bob was also having his
first interracial experience. J's wife, `V', took her place next to Beth's
husband. He smiled at her nervously and noticed that she seemed breathless and
slightly agitated. Remembering that she was new to all this too, Bob wondered
if she and her husband might be having the same crazy mix of emotions that he
was feeling. Observing that her gauzy dress and her ornately-styled hair were
slightly disheveled, he inquired discreetly, "Are you all right?"

She looked him in the eye for the first time and smiled weakly, "Yes . . .I
think so. But, Oh my! I certainly didn't expect anything like this.

"Neither did we . . ." he agreed, relieved to know that they shared some common
ground. "It's all pretty bizarre, isn't it? But at the same time, I don't know
when I've ever been so turned on." He almost wished he hadn't said that, but
she smiled back at him warmly and he couldn't help being drawn in by her exotic
beauty. Laughing softly, she whispered, "So am I . . ."

She was also starting to appreciate the pleasing nature and appealing features
of this man she was now seated with. His soft eyes and easy smile, together
with the strong jaw and handsome build helped fuel the fire that had been
kindled by the show on stage, then fanned to smoldering intensity by the suave
former football player at her last seat.Recalling how his hands danced over the
tingling softness of her large breasts and jutting nipples, she boldly leaned
forward and kissed this new man softly . . .allowing her tongue to instantly
melt together with his.

Bob groaned in response and his hand instinctively reached out to cup one of
her soft globes swaying freely beneath the colorful scarf-like material of her
dress.Easily brushing the fabric aside, his palm came into contact with the
warm, moist skin of her heavy breast and he felt a large, rubbery nipple slip
between his fingers.

"Mmmm . . .Baby, yes!" V broke the kiss and moaned. She began to kiss and
nibble his neck and ear while her hand looked for and easily found his swollen
meat still peeking out from his open fly. A sharp jolt went down his spine when
she scraped his shaft gently with her long fingernails; then, wrapping her
smooth fingers around him completely, she pumped her fist up and down
languidly.

Meanwhile, V's husband, J, was using all of his willpower to keep from moving
too quickly with Beth. The tasty little white woman was obviously nervous being
with him, but he could also tell that her fuse had been lit and she only needed
some artful persuasion to give herself over to his powerful male allure and to
her own need.He knew she was fascinated with his erect cock towering right next
to her; although she pretended to watch intently what the couple was doing on
stage, he could see her looking at him from the corner of her eye. He finally
leaned over and whispered, "You've never seen one this big before, have you?"

"Never . . ." came the almost choked reply. Realizing she could no longer avoid
him, she tentatively turned and gazed directly at his massive tool. "I had no
idea that a man could be that large . . ." Her voice sounded almost like a
little girl's to him. She looked like a little girl next to his giant frame.

"It's OK," he told her softly. "Go ahead, touch it . . .I know you want to. I
want to feel you touch me too."

She did want to touch him . . .desperately. She had to know what the smooth
black skin felt like in her hand. She was drawn to it like a magnet; so hard
and thick with rigid veins everywhere and the deep purple helmet looking fierce
and menacing. Yes, she had to touch it she thought. She cautiously reached out
and lightly ran her fingertips over the velvety smoothness of it, feeling the
ridges and the swollen tissue; it was so warm, almost hot to the touch, and it
jumped and twitched slightly in her hand.

"Damn . . ." he moaned. "You're touch feels like a feather on my cock." She
smiled shyly and grew bolder with his encouragement. Grasping him more firmly,
she tried to encircle his entire girth, but her tiny fingers could not
completely close around him. As she started to rub and milk him slowly, he
decided it was time to get in the game too.

Hovering over her, he reached a long arm out and gently pulled her closer.
While she continued to play with her new toy, he reached around and took hold
of her small jacket, silently encouraging her to let him remove it. Beth
stopped stroking him long enough to let the big man pull the garment past her
shoulders and then slip it over her arms and off.

With her jacket gone, J had a better view of that creamy cleavage he had been
admiring since he saw her. Although she was a petite woman, he could tell she
had amazing breasts. He wasted no time in brushing his large hand up her side,
lightly feeling the ridges of her rib cage, until he found the plump firmness
of her tit flesh straining against the confines of her dress and flimsy bra.
Her sensitive nipples were erect and poking through the fabric and he could
easily feel the hard little point scraping against the smooth skin of his palm
as he cupped and kneaded her.

Beth closed her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat. Sharp, hot
electric sensations shot through her chest and down into her loins as he teased
her breasts. While she continued to stroke and pull at his throbbing meat with
one hand, the other reached for and found his huge dark testicles bouncing
gently below. She lightly massaged and squeezed him there, feeling the heat of
his molten seed churning deep inside.

J found the zipper at the back of her black evening dress and felt it glide
down easily with a slight tug. He caressed the silky-soft skin of her exposed
back and slid lower until he grazed the strap of her bra; with practiced skill,
he unhooked it with a flick of his wrist and she felt the release of pressure
against her swollen mounds. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she helped him
lower the top of the dress until it dropped down almost completely - snagging
briefly on her hardened nipples.They both looked down as he reached out and
pulled on the fabric. With tantalizing patience, he first uncovered her puffy
pink areolas . . .then the twin points of her turgid buttons aching for
attention.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she quickly pulled her arms through the
sleeves and allowed the dress to fall to her waist while she reached up and
pulled his head down to her breasts. Not needing a further invitation, J slid
off the love seat and kneeled in front of the overheated young woman. As she
lay back and gasped, he took handfuls of her milky white flesh and rubbed his
rough thumbs over her burning nipples. Beth threw her head back and bit her
lower lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her chest toward him. She
parted her thighs slightly to allow him access to her body, and he leaned
forward and took advantage, lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed little
rosebuds with his long tongue.

"Ohhhh...uhhhh!Yes . . .right there!" She panted. Her hand dropped
automatically to find and grasp his rigid tool again. In direct response to the
maddening sensations he was giving her with his mouth, she frantically rubbed
his straining cock. The more he licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the
faster she pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder.

But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his way down to the top
of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he scooted back on his haunches,
reluctantly causing her to loose her grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but
he reached down and firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her
torso and past her stomach . . .nearly to the secret juncture between her legs,
but her grinding hips stopped his progress.Continuing his teasing game, he
leaned down again and kissed the smooth, heaving surface of her belly until he
could feel little wisps of hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close
enough that he could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar.

Almost delirious with desire, Beth's hips began to hump up and off the couch.
This was what J had been waiting for. The next time she lifted up with a jerky
spasm, he quickly hooked the dress and slid it down and off her slim hips -
then he leaned back and pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs
and off. Now she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes.He couldn't
believe how enticing she was - her hard, firm body looked almost virginal -
with flawless caramel-colored skin glowing with sexual heat.Gazing lower, there
was her flowering sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly
trimmed dark hair.

No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs apart and
lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening. Beth's eyes flew open when she
felt him taste her there. She fought to momentarily regain her senses."No. . .
Please, don't do that!" she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty and
perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first explored each
other sexually, but she convinced him that she was not interested. After a time
he simply gave up and she was relieved.

But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did not know, and he
did not want to hear her reasoning or argument. J knew he had this remarkable
beauty on the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back now.Parting
her slick outer lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled
accuracy at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and lap
at her relentlessly.

"Oh, God..Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out helplessly. Her small
body bucked and jerked out of control while the big man held her tight against
his mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide - kicking and flailing
until they at last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she
felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she was lost and
gave up to it.

The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from behind. Her head
was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped back and forth each time he
pounded into her. But Bob couldn't care less about what was happening on the
stage. He was laying on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had
ever seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal lips over
and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled down at him wickedly, fully
aware that her sweet torture was driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous
breasts swayed and brushed against his chest with each movement. "You want me,
don't you?" she teased.

Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up and forward,
hitting the mark on the first attempt. The mushroom-shaped head of his manhood
easily slid inside her well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly
gripped and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her
pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete the joining. First rising
up, then sinking back against him, she could feel his thick rod gliding up and
in. . . farther with each downward shift until their pubic areas ground
together.

This was V's first experience with another man since her marriage too, and she
was surprised at how quickly she'd been carried away by the illicit urges she
felt. Her husband was a great lover, but now all she could think of was this
strange man's cock buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed
friction and release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to
steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking up speed
gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings spreading like liquid fire
through her feverish body.

Bob met her thrusts and pushed back. His cock felt like it was coated in warm
butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above him each time he stabbed up
into her. Grasping her flexing thighs for leverage, he slammed his hips up to
meet each of her quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his
feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each time they
crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar boiling sensation rising up
from somewhere deep within, signaling his impending eruption.

Wanting her to explode with him, he reached between them and found her rigid
clitoris.Wetting his fingers with her juices, he started to rub against her in
a way that matched their furious rhythm. "Come with me!" he hissed. . .urging
her to go off. "I'm almost there . . ."

"Uhgh.....yes.....yes....I can feel it!!!!! she grimaced between hard strokes.
"Oh, baby . . .yeah.....I'm coming!You're making me come!!!!!"

The white-hot seed rocketed through his shaft and sprayed out in forceful
spurts, but she could not feel the warmth of it spreading inside her. V was too
far lost in the throes of her own climax to notice. Great shudders of pleasure
racked her body and she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion
between her legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them had ever
experienced anything before with such raw animal intensity.

Beth was recovering from her own mind-shattering orgasm and climbing rapidly
toward another when the chime sounded again. 'J' was still lapping hungrily
between her wide-spread legs, hoping to beat the clock and plant his giant
member in the willing little housewife, but he knew he had run out of time now.

All modesty gone, Beth allowed him to help her up and stood naked except for
her high heeled shoes and her medallion. Something in her woozy brain triggered
and she remembered who was waiting at her next stop, causing a tremble of
anticipation. She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with by
reaching down and softly running her hand along his impressive length one last
time. Then, taking her rumpled dress and dragging it behind her, she moved off
to the rendezvous she had been secretly looking forward to.

'S' stood waiting for her. He too had shed his clothing and she nearly swooned
when she took in the sight of him. Everything about the huge man was appealing
to her -- his warm smile first, then the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce
right into her heart. Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms,
and chest tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle. And
there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not freakishly big, but large
enough to satisfy any woman; it stood up proud against the chiseled abdomen.
Below, his powerful legs looked like tree trunks supporting his solid frame.

Dropping her dress, Beth rushed to his waiting arms. Without a word they melded
together in a passionate kiss that made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck
stand up and tingle. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against
her belly -- throbbing gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she
broke the kiss and pulled his ear to her mouth. "Oh, I've been waiting for
this," she whispered. "Please . . .I need you inside me. Now...please hurry!"

Reaching between her legs, 'S' dipped a fingertip into her swollen lips. His
digit was instantly coated with her warm, sweet honey. "Yes, you are ready for
me," he smiled. "Well, I've learned to never keep a lady waiting . . ."

He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive arms about her, pressing
himself against her back. Sliding his hands down, he found and caressed her
quivering breasts as he slowly guided her to the love seat. Beth allowed him to
position her so that she was kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms
clinging over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands urged her legs
apart and he moved up behind her. At first she could feel his body heat against
her skin, then she felt the blunt rounded shaft of his organ moving and rubbing
between the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for
a few moments, sending chills through her already frazzled nerves. "Please . .
.don't tease me," she whimpered.

inally he grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her soggy opening. He
brushed the thick head around briefly to cover it with her slick juices, then
he pushed forward slightly and felt the tip catch and move through the snug
ring at her entrance. He was amazed at how tight she was, even after all this
prolonged stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of approval, he grasped her hips
and pressed forward again, this time sliding almost half way inside.

Oh....yessssss. . ." she hissed. "It feels so good, put it in!"

he big former football player granted her wish. First he pulled out until just
the head of his rod was poised at the opening, then he jerked his mighty hips
forward in one smooth stroke, impaling her completely. Beth's eyes rolled back
in her head and she cried out with unbridled rapture; her hands gripped the
back of the chair tightly as she felt him immediately begin to move in and out
with slow, smooth thrusts.

It was better than she could have imagined. Every muscle and tissue in her
small body strained to accept and meet his powerful, but controlled movements.
She could feel his heavy balls softly smacking against her backside each time
he pushed against her, and soon they were rocking together. . .gradually
building the tempo.She discovered that, if she leaned back and arched her
pelvis at just the right angle, his swollen shaft would rake against her
hypersensitive clitoris occasionally, causing sharp tremors of pure pleasure.

From his position a few feet away, Bob West watched his lovely wife being
fucked by another man for the first time. Her head was thrown back and her arms
and hands clutched desperately at the furniture she was braced against. The
large man behind her pounded in and out relentlessly, causing little shock
waves to ripple through her small body with each impact. Bob was peering around
the bare bottom of Dan's wife, Mandy. The pretty blonde held herself high up
against his face, encouraging him to lick and nibble at her glistening labia
while she gamely worked at reviving his spent male equipment with her mouth.

The strange rotation was now complete; all of the couples had sampled each
other's spouses. Up on the platform, Mr. Kensington, the imposing butler,
reappeared completely nude and joined the newlyweds' erotic performance. The
bald man was built like a bull; his hard buttocks flexed and relaxed as the
bride sucked him hungrily, her blushing cheeks puffed and hollowed around his
girth. Behind her, the handsome young groom looked like he was about to
explode. Every muscle strained and the cords in his neck stood out sharply as
he jackhammered against the girl.

Beth was nearly overcome with the sweet sensations pouring through her every
fiber. S reached out to hold and massage her bouncing breasts while he
continued to slam into her, filling and emptying her completely with each rapid
stroke. Suddenly she was aware of another person standing close in front of
her. Trying to focus her blurred vision, she realized it was Dan gazing down at
them with lust in his eyes and silently offering his angry-looking cock to her.
She knew instantly what he wanted, but again her conservative upbringing made
her balk at the thought and she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away.

Dan was not to be denied, however. He'd waited too long for this. Gently he
placed his hand on her silky hair and turned her pretty face back to him. Beth
was gasping and panting for breath and there was no way on earth she could keep
her mouth closed. Soon she felt the rubbery tip of his hot tool brushing
against her parched lips . . .pushing in past her teeth and gliding across her
tongue. The taste was not unpleasant, she realized; slightly salty and almost
familiar. Surrendering to the fact that she could not refuse him in this
position, she allowed her tongue to swirl tentatively around the spongy
hardness. Dan heaved a great sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly, basking
in the moist warmth. He smiled with satisfaction when he felt her small,
shaking hand reach up to grasp and accept him while her head began to bob
slowly, sucking him in deeper with each small thrust.

Beth found herself wedged between two strong males - both trying to fill her
openings with their swelling erections. Her diminutive body was being assaulted
and buffeted by the eager, forceful pumping and prodding, but she felt
heavenly. Never before had she felt so sexually alive and in tune with her
womanly desires. Every part of her burned with intense excitement and raw
passion. She could feel the familiar stirring of another shattering orgasm
rolling and crashing through the dam in the deepest part of her soul.Wanting to
cry out in pleasure, she could not because her mouth and throat were engrossed
in greedily slurping and sucking Dan's engorged cock as it pistoned in and out
through her tender lips.

Between her legs, Beth sensed that S was nearing his end. Sweating and growling
above her, he pushed himself with his great strength against her, deeper and
harder . . .faster and faster, until she could feel him touch her very core.
Suddenly he slammed his hips forward and roared. A bright light flashed in her
head and her insides seemed to burst . . .followed by soothing warmth that
washed throughout her ravaged body.

Choking and gasping, fighting to breathe, Beth pulled her mouth off Dan who was
watching the dramatic crescendo between the conjoined lovers; the vibrations of
their release passed through her mouth - stimulating and triggering the
eruption he'd been fighting to keep in check until now. The spent, weary
housewife instinctively used her hand to continue pumping his shaft, slippery
with her saliva. Her efforts were soon rewarded as Dan groaned loudly and
sprayed out his hot, milky fluid - blasting it across her slender neck,
shoulder, and arm.

Beth's husband vaguely watched the orgiastic frenzy unfolding around him. The
room was filled with the sound and scent of sex. Everywhere he gazed, naked
bodies were tangled together writhing and humping. He'd seen his puritanical
little wife take on two men with astonishing abandon until she lay crumpled
beneath them, bathed in sensual bliss. At this moment a stunning blonde woman,
who happened to be his friend's wife, was leaning over Bob's torso sucking his
cock furiously while a demented bald butler named Kensington plowed into her
from behind. On the bed in the center of the stage, the tall black man had the
young bride's legs wrapped over his shoulders; he pounded into her with his
amazingly long penis as his own wife rocked back on forth on the young girl's
face.

Time seemed to stand still and Bob closed his eyes . . .trying to remember how
the hell he got here.


EPILOGUE

Several days later, Beth West found a glossy black package in her mailbox.
Opening it, she discovered a videotape inside simply labeled `The Party' and a
small hand-written note attached. A smile played across her lovely red lips as
she read:

`Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. W. . .

Here is a souvenir of our time together for you to watch and enjoy. Looking
forward to the pleasure your company at our next gathering.

Best regards, Your Host'

Beth felt a sudden little shudder pass through her as she skipped up the
driveway . . .heading for the VCR.


The End
