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An invitation to a mystery...
The invitation came in a black envelope, addressed in silver ink.

"Blackout Party", said the card, and gave the address of a very good friend. My innards flipped with a thrill. I had been hoping for this to arrive, and finally it was here. Only a work-week away.

I had known of my friend's predilection for erotic gatherings of his trusted close group. I don't remember how we got onto the conversation while he and I were out for a drink one evening. But it turns out that he was the host of regular orgies, invitation-only, anything goes. Only those he knew as clean and snipped were involved. Beyond that, he wouldn't divulge. Being an open-minded and sexually charged middle-aged guy, I was fascinated as he cautiously glossed over the details of these gatherings, preferring to give vague description instead. The themes varied, the guest list was closed, and all invited were sworn to secrecy, lest they be excluded from future events. The bait was set, and I was very eager to take it.

When I told my lady about the secret I had uncovered, she was as surprised and curious as I. We'd had him over for dinner numerous times over the past year or two, and he had always seemed to be a respectful, quiet, middle-of-the-road kind of guy. He had never even hit on my lovely lady, even when she had teased him with serving his meals and drinks sans-bra, leaning over with a subtly revealing top on several occasions. I chided her on her naughtiness, but still she persisted in revealing her small firm breasts to him, if he'd have cared to look.

So, with my hands shaking a little, I showed the invitation to my lady.

"Are we free on Saturday night?" I asked.

"Nothing we can't cancel", she replied, a little breathless and clearly excited herself.

* * *

The work week passed agonisingly slowly. Each spare moment found me wondering what a blackout party was, and what we should wear, what we should bring, etc. The host bluntly refused to take my calls and texts, except once by text, stating "No words, no dress code, no hangups, no worries."

Finally, Saturday rolled around. I opted for casual black slacks and a maroon button-down shirt. My lady chose an emerald-coloured dress, wispy and gossamer-like. We still had no idea what to expect, but chose to take the advice of the only message I had been given, and not bring along the traditional gifts except a bottle of very good pinot, which my lady and I chose to drink in the car, straight out of the bottle, when we parked out the front of the given address.

Steeling ourselves and taking a deep breath or two to settle our nerves, we approached the front door. No light showed through windows, but there was the gentle throb of bass coming from the house. I raised a hand to knock, but the door opened seemingly by itself. It was dark inside, the only light coming from the streetlight over my shoulder. As we entered, a few sharp and narrow turns had us in total blackness within a few steps. It reminded me of a light trap from a photo-developing studio. I reached for and found my lady's hand, just as a firm hand pressed against my chest, stopping me cold. A pair of hands caressed my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt. A shocked gasp next to me told me that my lady was receiving similar treatment. The sudden forceful squeeze of her hand on mine was another clue. I gently squeezed back, running a reassuring thumb along the back of her hand.

"It's OK", I whispered. "I'm right here".

I felt the warmth of a face approach, and a soft, deep male voice whispered in my ear "From here on, no more words".

I nodded, then immediately felt foolish for doing so, realising the darkness masked any motion.

Hands proceeded to my belt, unbuckling me and unbuttoning my trousers. I kicked off my shoes before my pants hit the floor. There's nothing more embarrassing than trying to untangle yourself from your clothing while your shoes are on. I heard the click and scrape of heels, and guessed that my lady was also slipping off her shoes. The whisper of rayon followed, as my trousers and her dress hit the floor. I was quickly and efficiently relieved of my underwear, and heard a faint rustle next to me. Once again, I guessed that my lady was now as naked as I.

I felt a hand on the inside of my thigh, quickly heading north, grazing over my semi-erect cock. A soft feminine giggle came from in front of me as a hand took hold of my elbow, leading me forward. With my hand firmly holding onto my lady's, we carefully stepped forward, still blinded by the total blackness. I thought I caught a glimpse of softly glowing green off to my left, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Maybe another dozen steps were taken, cool tiles underfoot, before we straightened out in our darkened course. The faint sound of suppressed moans, squelching and slurping came to my ears through the soft but bassy music, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air. I sensed more than felt the approach of a face to my ear again. The female voice whispered, "From here, you're on your own. Enjoy!", and a small hand cupped my balls and gave my cock a quick squeeze.

Taking one careful, tiny step at a time and holding tightly to my lady's hand, I led her toward the source of the sounds. My foot grazed what felt like a leg, smooth and feminine. A hand grasped my ankle and made its way up my calf. I stopped, feeling my lady's naked body huddle close to mine. I could hear her breath coming in short, short gasps, and felt her pulse pounding through her hand as she gripped mine with surprising, crushing strength.

The hand made its way up the inside of my leg, then zeroed in on my genitals. There was the sound of a shifting body below and in front of me, a throaty moan, and the feel of a pair of lips meeting my groin next to where my balls hung. Quickly, I felt my cock engulfed throat-deep between a pair of wet lips, and I sprung to full attention in the mouth of whomever was my sudden encounter. My left hand was suddenly crushed by my lady's grip as a muffled squeal came from her direction. It seems she had found some unexpected, invisible delight as well. I felt her tug my hand downward, but I got the impression it was because she herself was headed to the floor rather than her indicating we should move forward.

The lips around my cock slid along its length, following me even as I staggered forward a step or two, still grasping my lady's hand. My left foot came to rest against what felt like a rib cage, and I was half-bent over, determined to keep hold of my lady's hand as she was floor-bound. At that moment, I felt a hand graze my hip, make its way around my side, and a finger ran down my butt crease and across my anus. It felt rather large, leading me to suspect I'd just been invaded by a male. Meanwhile, the lips around my cock still kept up a slow, regular pace. I swear the tip of my cock felt tonsils occasionally, and balls definitely met chin.

I stabilised myself to stop from falling over, blindly flailing a hand looking for an anchor point. I found one - and it felt like about an eight-inch cock. Now in no danger of tripping over, I held myself where I was for a moment, then instinctively started rubbing the length of the firmness in my hand. The unaccustomed roll of skin underneath my fingers led me to imagine this cock's owner was an uncircumcised. Meanwhile, the lips around my cock had slid underneath me, somehow supporting her(?)self at hip height as she determinedly kept me between her lips. Occasionally, teeth grazed along my shaft as she took a breath or readjusted her position. It was agonising; it was heavenly.

I felt my lady's hand become slick with sweat, and it seemed to be tugging downward at mine in a repetitive cycle. I became curious, so I reluctantly let go of the cock I had been stroking and felt for the face of whoever was sucking me. My fingers met a mass of curly hair and my fingers traced along her jaw line. Gently I pulled her face away from my groin, and there was a pop as my cock disengaged from the vacuum of her lips.

Still with my left hand holding my lady's, I worked my way behind her. The ribcage my foot had met seemed to be attached to the rhythm of my lady's tugging hand. Sure enough, when I ran my right hand along my lady's sweating back, it was rising and falling in the motion I had become so familiar with whenever she rode me. I had not released her hand as I made my way to finding her body, which resulted in her right arm now being gently twisted behind her back. Now I could feel the mutual motion of my lady and her unknown male lover writhing in time in front of me. She was impaled on him, riding him gently but intensely. My right hand was still on her back, resting there for balance. My left hand had her right hand twisted up behind her back. Her left hand must have been supporting her weight as she drove down onto her invisible lover.

The feeling of sadistic power came over me, knowing she was in such a vulnerable position. I carefully dropped to my knees making sure not to injure my lady or her lover. My cock felt the heat of their union as it grazed along her rump as she fucked whoever he was. I ran my right hand down her wet spine, feeling the dimples at the base of her back. I continued downward, feeling her shudder as my finger danced around her anus. The heat of their union greeted my hand, and I continued down. I could feel the fuzz of his balls on the back of my hand as I extended a finger into her, feeling his cock's heat as he slid into her along with my finger. My lady uttered a sob as her pussy was suddenly expanded to greet my finger's invasion. Feeling him thrusting into her was such a thrill, even though it was only one finger in contact with him and her slickness.

Her body wracked with pleasure, probably mixed with a little pain as I twisted her arm up a little further. I was very conscious of her fondness for being dominated, but years of practice let me know how far I could twist her arm and cause ecstatic discomfort but not damage her. I love her; I could never truly hurt her.

I disengage my finger from their union and ran it upward a couple of inches, focussing on running it around the surrounds of her anus. I was hoping she would get the message, even though her lust-clouded mind, and subconsciously prepare herself for what I had in mind.

She and I had experimented in every facet of sensuality that two people could. We had often discussed and fantasised about a three-way situation. We had experimented with 2.5somes - that is, me and our favourite 6-inch dildo. So I knew she was capable and willing to take two cocks at once. Now I intended to to find out whether both being human cocks made a difference.

Using the sweat from her body, I coated my cock in moisture, then slowly positioned myself behind her, resting the tip of my cock at her anus. Using my free hand, I fingered the pucker of her ass, then slowly and firmly entered her. She shuddered, and the hand I was still holding up the middle of her back squeezed hard. From that, I could tell that, yes, she wanted me there. I inserted another finger in her ass, stretching her out for my cock's modest girth. During these few moments, my lady's fuck-partner had become more intense in his driving rhythm. I sensed that my anal invasion needed to happen soon, lest we lost his help. Without wasting any more time, I slowly removed my fingers from my lady's now well-stretched ass and guided the tip of my cock to her back door. In the pitch black, I had to rely on sense to match the rhythm of my lady and her lover. But I soon found it, and with one quick, short thrust, entered her anus on her upthrust. The sharp intake of her breath was exhilarating as I rested just inside her ass with the tip of my cock. I had no lubrication other than her own sweat, and I didn't want to hurt her despite me twisting her arm behind her. This was testing the very limits of our mutual trust, but I was confident that I knew her well enough to know where the boundaries lay.

Even with just the tip of my cock in my lady, I could feel the long deep thrusts of her lover grating along the insides of her pussy walls, transmitting heat and vibration to my tip. I slowly slid further into her, feeling the wracking gasps and shudders of her body with each small increase in depth into her backside. I could feel her mystery lover through the thin wall between her pussy and rectum. It was almost enough to make me come right there and then, but I held off, determined to sink my whole length into her. I still held her high up her back in an armlock, unwilling to let her go for even a moment. Her tiny hand gripped my fingers in mutual need of reassurance which I gave with a gentle squeeze on her fingers. She responded in kind, probably out of reflex as I imagined her to be too far gone in the throes of passion to know what the was doing consciously.

To my surprise, my lady flung her left arm up behind her into my grasp. She had been supporting herself with this. Instinctively and by pure touch, I gathered her left wrist in my hand. I now had both her hand bound behind her back. This meant that her tits were now grinding into the chest of her lover. The feeling of power and lust from this submission of her safety into my hands was overpowering. My animal instinct took over, and I thrust myself into her ass deeply, matching the rhythm of whoever was fucking her pussy so forcefully. I could feel his shaft driving deep into her, even as I strove for the depths of her bowels.

As I was driving deeply into her, I felt the unmistakable feeing of long fingernails scraping along my back. I knew that it couldn't be my lady's fingers because I had her hands pulled tight against her own shoulder blades.. The nails left my back as suddenly as they had arrived. The momentary distraction barely registered in my mind as I fucked my lady's ass with animal intensity. Then with a sudden jolt, my lady somehow levitated herself from a face-down position to the standard woman-on-top model. This nearly bent my cock in two, but allowed her lover to slide his full length into her. A shudder ran down my lady's back as I stretched her ass to its limits and a deep, earthy groan erupted from her throat which was quickly muffled. In this position I could no longer thrust into her, but I was just long enough to stay embedded in her ass. Her pussy-fucker continued his thrusting, lifting her up a few inches with each drive. Each thrust allowed me to slip back into her a fraction of an inch at the time.

The logical side of my mind wondered how my lady was maintaining this position, since I had both her arms still bound up behind her. There was a tension there which I had been subconsciously compensating for. It now occurred to me that she was leaning forward but must have been supported some other way. Her muffled groan told me that there was now someone else involved in our three-way union. With both her wrists in my right hand, I balanced my weight so I could let me left hand slide up her back. It met the mane of her hair and I cradled the back of her head in my hand. She leaned her head back into my grasp, and a wave of security and outright love flooded through me. Gods, how I cared for her! To trust me so much, to know that I was hers, despite whoever was inside her at the moment.

It was during this thought that I felt her head move slightly forward, up and down. I wondered if some other man had offered her his cock. She did love to suck me, often greedily, not letting me loose until she had drained and swallowed every drop of semen I could give her. But this felt different. It was more a vertical motion instead of the back-and-forth that I'd have expected. It occurred to me then that maybe it was a female my lady had engaged with her superior tongue. A feminine gasp from above and in front of me told me my guess may be accurate. I had never known my lady to be interested in muff-diving, so this came as a pleasant surprise, if my guess was correct.

A pair of hands met mine at the back of my lady's head. Long fingernails, small and delicate fingers. Yes. Whoever this woman was, she was driving my lady's face deeper into her pussy, and forcing me to push her head deeper into the mystery vagina. An image floated into my mind, a vision of this situation from an outside perspective. My lady, riding a mystery guy, me buried in her ass, her face buried in the pussy of another woman. It was all I could do to stop the surge in my balls from filling my lady. The pitch darkness only enhanced the eroticism of the vision in my head.

I could only imagine the tongue of my lady splitting the labia of her new lover, swirling around her, sliding up over her urethra, maybe tasting the tang of urine there, and then swirling over the swollen clitoris of her new additional lover. It was all I could take, and my hand pressed forward, forcing my lady's face back down into the shoulder of her male lover. I slid back into her anus in one strong, long stroke. She uttered a throaty and long groan as I pressed up into her innards as deep as I could. Her male lover instinctively took the cue and met my thrust. We started driving into her in time, each mutual stroke pushing her further up her male lover's body. I didn't care about the pussy my lady had been licking. I needed to release myself deep into my lady, urgently. It was then that I felt the fingernails scratching down my back again, painfully, and down my buttocks, lingering at my own anus, then a small hand cupped my balls. Within moments, one of my testicles was engulfed in a mouth, even as I was fucking my lady's ass. It nearly made me spill my seed right there, but just before eruption the mouth left me. I gather by the sudden tension from my lady's other lover that he had just received the same treatment. I swear he must have nearly burst through my lady's uterus with the power of that sudden thrust.

The tongue that had just sucked my ball then flicked the crease of skin from my ass to the base of my cock, then lingered on my anus. It had been a long time since I had been rimmed, but the feeling was as I remembered. I withdrew from my lady an inch or two, and thrust my ass backward. It was met with an eager tongue, probing and teasing my most forbidden and sensitive area.

I could hold out no longer. I drove deeply into my lady, pulling her arms even higher up her back until she groaned in pleasured discomfort. With a few deep strokes, I began pulsing in my balls, which had once again been encased by lips. I erupted, feeling the liquid broiling in my balls and fighting its way to release down the length of my cock. The intensity of my orgasm almost hurt, stinging as seed fought seed for urgent release. My lady's partner stopped thrusting at the point of my release for a moment, then buried himself deeply inside her pussy. I could feel her internal walls bulge as he spilled his own juices deep into her. It seemed that the one superbly deep thrust was his manner, as opposed to my own repeated pumps during orgasm. Still, I could feel his cock through her, thickening and spurting forth his contribution.

The mouth encasing my balls had been temporarily forgotten, but as I wilted inside my lady, the tongue's presence became more active. I could feel it flicking the base of my cock, disappearing every few moments. I imagined that maybe it was awaiting the spill of seed from me and my lady's lover. As I slipped out of my lady's ass, surely enough, the mystery tongue took over flicking at random and covering every square inch of my lady's darkest regions.

I gently released my lady's arms, feeling slightly guilty for not even knowing if she'd come or not. I promised myself to do whatever I could to give her the ultimate pleasure later, in private. However, it seemed to not be a factor. My lady's other lover also had shrunk and slipped from her pussy. I felt his deflating cock brush mine wetly as he slipped out, and there was the familiar, slightly disappointed but familiar moan from my lady. She wanted more. I certainly couldn't deliver at that point, and a moment of panic set in as I feared that maybe her other lover had greater stamina.

However, I was pushed aside from behind and below as I sensed that the intruding woman had determined to take care of business herself. I rolled away and rubbed a hand over my lady's back. It felt like she was kneeling, still over her male lover, ass in the air. I ran my hand further down her back and met the same mass of curls I had felt before. There was a lot of motion occurring, and my lady's back was curving, pushing backward every second or two. Her breath was ragged, coming in ever-increasing deep gasps. In this inky blackness, all I could do was to visualise what I was feeling. A woman, kneeling behind my own kneeling lady, licking her from stem to stern, bringing orgasm by tongue. Too spent to do any further, I placed one hand on my lady's back and clasped her hand in my other as I sat cross-legged beside her heaving body. Her male lover had not moved beneath her. Not that I cared any longer. My sole purpose now was to do what little I could to reassure my lady, and assist in her orgasm.

The licking ministrations of the mystery woman quickly brought my lady to the point of orgasm. I could feel the familiar tension of her body starting at her shoulders and moving downward. A momentary freeze of motion, and then an outright scream of release, passion, and loss of control erupted next to me. A surprised grunt came from the opposite side of the scream, and a sudden urgent slurping. I could feel my lady's body bucking underneath my hand on her back. This was new to me; I'd never seen her react so strongly before. A mixture of pleasure and jealousy washed over me, and a brief moment of panic set in. What might have I created here?

My lady's bucking quickly subsided, although the aftereffects lingered with occasional uncontrollable pulses through her body for minutes afterward. At some point her pleasure-giver must have disengaged and slunk off to another coupling. My lady collapsed forward fully. Her male lover took her weight, but gently rolled her limp form off him and toward me. She completed the roll, facing me as I moved to lay next to her, holding her securely with our legs entwining and still shaking. She kissed me quickly, then once again deeply. I could taste the tang of female on her lips. It caused my cock to twitch back to life, briefly but in vain.

"I love you", she whispered to me. I don't know how he knew it was me after the confusion of so many lovers and experiences. But I took it as an instinctive knowledge.

"I love you too", I whispered back.

After a while of listening to the rise and fall of the sounds of passion, we raised our adrenalin-exhausted bodies and fumbled our way to a wall, then navigated blindly. A hand intercepted me and led us through a maze once again. Clothes were handed to us item by item, in the correct order, and we were soon re-dressed. The same faint green glow appeared occasionally, and my hind-brain, military-trained, conjectured night-vision goggles. I gave it no further thought as I finished dressing.

I found my lady's hand once again as we made our way our through the light-trap and the front door. Wearily we walked to the car, no further words yet having been exchanged.

* * *

A few days later, checking the mailbox after coming home from work, there was a black cardboard envelope addressed in silver ink. It held a DVD. I had a fairly good idea what it might contain. I waited for my lady to come home, and we slipped it into the player. Sure enough, green and black night-vision images from various angles of masses of writhing human forms greeted us. Our own stumbling entrance was noted, and the sight of my lady being impaled by my friend, the host. No clue as to the mystery woman, but maybe she'll be at the next event.

We can't wait for the next invitation to arrive…

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