They were married for seven years and still in love, but the mystery for him was gone and he was bored, although he would never admit it.
He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but he also couldn’t control his urges for the unknown. He’d never had a blonde or redhead before, and there were so many sexual fantasies he still wanted to try but Jennifer was far too lady-like and had been talking about starting a family. Matt wasn’t ready to give up his freedom and time yet.
After a lot of time spent on the internet dabbling on X-rated websites, lo and behold, a swinger’s party popped up on his screen. It was being hosted a one-hour-twenty-minute flight from where they lived. There were only sixteen tickets available, and since he was often away on business trips, he knew it would be the perfect cover.
Matt hadn’t done something like this before so it was a bit unnerving; he closed the tab and put his phone down to watch some Netflix instead. The next day at work, it bothered him so badly that he went back to the site only to find that there were now only twelve tickets available. He closed his eyes and just booked himself a spot. His heart was racing.
This party was designed especially for newbies with privacy concerns. It was a themed party where everyone had to dress up as an Animal. Whatever he was to dress up as, he was to mingle through the crowds to find his female counterpart and hook up with that person for the evening. They were forbidden to exchange names, where they were from, or what they did for a living, and everyone had to keep a mask on at all times to protect their identities. He was hoping for something interesting and was wondering what counterpart he’d find. Just two more weeks to go.
Along with the privacy concerns, he noticed that the recipient details before paying for his ticket, would show up on his banking as ‘Heavenly Scents.’ He decided to take the same value in cash and buy his wife a divine-smelling perfume as a gift, which both soothed his conscience and gave him a cover for the random purchase on his card. Not that they ever really looked at each others’ transactions but it did make him feel better.
The excitement started to boil up in his groin. All he had to do was get his ticket and instructions via e-mail, then book his flights and accommodation.
Jennifer could see that Matt was in good spirits but then he always was when the guys were going to watch the rugby.
"Come, honey, we’re going to be late! My dad is preparing cocktails before the game as a pre-celebration."
Jennifer had on a lovely slip dress and grabbed her sandals, ran to the garage and hopped into the car where she applied her mascara and put on her shoes.
Family from both sides, cousins, friends, were all going to be there for the world cup final. Matt’s Dad wasn’t married anymore and was very charismatic with the ladies. He took good care of himself, still went to the gym, and loved cycling with friends. He was a well-built, fit fifty-two-year-old man with a full set of hair and bright hazel eyes. He was completely settled, a nice home for entertaining, money, and girlfriends. There was no shortage of fun or social life for him. The more the merrier.
His dad greeted them with cocktails and told Jen how gorgeous she looked as always as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Dad, I told you to stop flirting with my wife", Matt smirked.
To which Dave replied, "I’m still your father, after all, have some respect."
Jennifer just laughed at the typical nonchalant camaraderie. Her father-in-law was a complete hoot.
"Come, come," he ushered them off to the crowd and started singing the national anthem, to which everyone joined in and raised their glasses.
The braai was going strong. Everyone was shouting at the TV and drinks were flowing, what an amazing vibe. Matt was having a quiet moment standing on the other end of the pool and just looked over at Jen who was having a good time and laughing so hard she threw her head back, her long shiny hair looking even longer down her back. She messed her wine all over herself. He loved to watch her have fun and had a chuckle. He watched how his dad walked over to her with a refill and a towel and say that she clearly hadn’t acquired the skillset to hold a wine glass properly.
"If you wanted to get wet you could've just used the pool, here's another glass for your other hand to help you stay balanced."
She took the towel and dried off her arm and part of her chest and then took the drink even though he was ripping her off, which wasn't new to her. She was standing with two of her friends and Dave was telling the ladies to make sure she finished both glasses and that he wanted no more wastage in his home because, "It is very unladylike." They began laughing and booed him off back to the braai.
My phone pinged; my ticket had just come through. I immediately felt anxious as I read that I was meant to be a fox. I went to the bathroom for privacy to read the fine print and google what a fox looks like. We all know what a fox looks like but I could feel my palms getting sweaty, and I had to get this right. I needed to find a party hiring shop that had decent alluring attire.
I took an extended lunch break and hired my outfit. The headgear I chose was not too bulky or heavy, in fact, it actually turned me on. I put it in a box with my ticket and in my travel bag for the big day and stuck it away at the back of the cupboard and went to the lounge. It was only one and a bit week to go.
Jen and I were watching a series on the couch with the lights off, lying side by side. She showed her intentions, which were not often anymore, by putting my hand on her full round breasts, her nipples were hard. Oh my fuck, I pulled her string silky night dress down off her shoulders and sucked and bit her nipples to which she moaned. I didn’t realize what anxiety and lust had built up inside of me from signing up for a date with the devil that I completely ravished her. She came so hard. I went down and sucked out all the pussy juices I could and entered her again to finally blow my load deep inside of her. It was amazing, this beautiful creature just lying on the couch looking up at me with lustful satisfied eyes.
I called my dad from work the next day to tell him what I’d done. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk what I had for one night of fun. He very gladly agreed to take my ticket and go in my place. I was kicking myself but also he could at least give me feedback to whether it would be worth a try, at least he was single and really overjoyed to be trying this. He’d never even heard of such parties before.
When I got home Jennifer was cooking supper and folding the washing and I decided to take a run to clear my head.
Jennifer found my favourite sleep shirt I always travel with and went to the room to pack it into my travel bag. She saw the box and wondered what was in it, she saw the outfit, flights, and ‘the’ ticket and read all the fine print. She didn’t pack the shirt and put everything back as she found it and pretended she hadn’t seen anything. She was hurt and angry and sat on the bed and cried.
When I got home I was concerned at why her eyes were so red and she said she had bumped her little toe against the corner cupboard again and that we really should move it, something she’d always complained about. She said she had a long day and wanted to take a shower and get to bed early. She didn’t even eat dinner; said she was feeling a little ill. I stayed up and watched some series and ate my dinner alone feeling extremely relieved that I had opted out of my plans, however, I had already told Jen I was going on a business trip and therefore was going to take the flight out of town in any case, as there was some business in the area that needed to be taken care of, and I didn’t want it to seem out of the ordinary as I had never cancelled a business trip before.
Jennifer was lying in bed going over and over the whole thing in her head, she wanted to scream at him and hit him, or, she could interfere with his plans in a more manipulative way. Anger pulled her toward vindictiveness and she decided to play her own games and confront him after. She just had to play pretend for a while and be the happy wife.
She luckily managed to book the last ticket to this event and booked her flights and accommodation too. Matt wasn’t going to be home anyway, he wouldn’t know she wasn't at home while he was 'On Business.' Her invite was to be a flamingo but hell no, she went shopping for an alluring Vixen outfit, headgear, and got a long blonde wig and a sexy mask.
She took the Friday off work to pack and prepare, putting on her outfit to make sure everything was perfect. A low cut, dark red leather dress with a fox tail, fox ears and... the wig fit to perfection. She decided to wear it in a high ponytail so as not to entangle her fox ears and mask and to assist in complimenting her fox tale. Lastly, her black stilettos, trimmed off with red underneath, of course. She was very pleased and turned on when she looked at herself in the mirror. If he only knew.
He was going to an anonymous sex party and he was actually going to fuck his own wife she thought, how genius. She loved the feeling of control she had over her oblivious husband. She could use this as an opportunity to get pregnant she thought, although maybe not such a good idea considering, or she could divorce him afterward, whatever... she was twenty-nine. Not too old to move on if she decided to.
She walked up to her full-length mirror and admired her shapely curves and felt very sexy in the private and seductive outfit, her full breasts sticking out the top of her leather dress. She decided to loosen them a bit and pulled down the zip in front of the dress a little more, showing off more cleavage. This turned her on so much she could feel herself getting wet. She pretended to be in character in a dimly lit room with a ‘stranger,’ wondering how her husband would react to seeing his fox, not knowing it was her. Knowing he will want to pounce the moment he sees his blonde, mysterious, Vixen.
She folded over her dress at the bottom to make it shorter so she could see her pussy just sticking out, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She could see her juices seeping out, leaving her lips glistening in the light coming through the window. Jen put her hand down and touched her swollen clit; rubbing herself and taking two fingers and slowly teasing herself, moving them just in and out of her pussy just at the entrance.