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Masquerade (MMF, wife sharing)
by Wife Watcher (wifwat@rocketmail.com)



The 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 sponk 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 straight 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 sponk 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 sponk 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 sponk 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.

THE END