Tickets were confirmed. Dollars exchanged for Euros. All necessities taken care of; special lingerie and evening attire purchased and packed. The secretive planning would soon pay off. John made sure this was going to be a vacation to remember.
Months prior, Jen and John had been fucking like rabbits. Sex was good, very, very good. They fucked often and in as many ways as they could dream up. However, John knew that Jen had a secret desire, a taboo desire to be fucked by others. How many, she would never really say, but he knew she wasn’t easily satiated. He also knew that Jen liked watching a certain type of porn. She was extremely turned on by orgy and swinger scenes. She was fastidious, and she knew what she wanted and needed. The bigger the cock the better, and she had a strong desire for women with large breasts.
As Jen watched porn, John quickly knew when she was enjoying what she saw. She unwittingly divulged her pleasure through her breath. When she was really turned on her breath would catch and would quicken rapidly. Without thinking, Jen would slide in close, moving a hand down John’s inner thigh, massaging him gently until she reached his package. Her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt, pants, button, and zipper. She would gently get him to maneuver out of his jeans and lean back. She would cup a hand around his balls and feel his weightiness with her gentle touch. He knew what she wanted, and he would never tell her no when she was in this mood.
Jen was an amazing cock sucker. She knew how to work any man’s cock. After working him out of his pants, John knew she would be coming for his cock. His thick shaft jumped at the thought. Within seconds his cock would be receiving her personal royal treatment. He closed his eyes and situated himself to give Jen the best angle to take all of him deep in her mouth. She slid her mouth around his cock and licked around the head like she had received a special, delicious piece of candy, working deftly to draw out its flavor. Damn, she was good, he thought. She didn’t rush, but took her time licking and sucking every inch of his shaft. She pressed forward, working his shaft down her throat until all eight-plus inches were in and her lips pressed against his perfectly trimmed pubic hair. Once he was all the way in, she slowly began to bob up and down on his shaft, sucking and pulling as she moved.
He reached down, twisting her hair between his fingers. He pulled her head further down on his shaft, face-fucking her well. She was intuitive and seemed to know exactly what he needed at the right moment. Soon she had him on the brink of orgasm. He mumbled a few curses under his breath. In her mouth, she could feel his cock going slightly rigid, and the distinct taste of pre-cum familiar in her mouth. John gave in to the situation, and she began to suck with renewed vigor, sucking and pulling with her tongue. She could hear him moaning, mumbling incoherent words, and using his hands to shove her head down on him as his back arched, he erupted in orgasm – shooting his milky cum in her mouth and down her throat.
His warm salty load was incredible, but he knew she wanted and needed more. So he was determined to make her fantasies, reality.
She loved to read stories on an erotic story site about sexy masquerade events. Her favorite story was about a woman who had been propositioned by another woman to become her sex slave for a year. She would go, live, and be a part of this woman’s harem. In return, she would be paid an enormous sum of money. The deal was that after the year, she could return home, no questions asked. The story was intricate, multifaceted, and sexy as hell. As Jen thought about it, the familiar heat and tingle in her cunt became ever-present. Jen was appalled yet fascinated by the woman’s decision to leave her husband for a year, only seeing him occasionally. However, she was completely turned on by the vivid description of the story’s masquerade orgy scene. She deeply desired to be the main character. She wanted the experience of exchanging the life of housewife for exhibitionist, transformed into sex goddess.
Jen envisioned herself draped in a silky black short robe. She desired to don the elaborately feathered mask, giving her the anonymity or artificial courage she needed to walk into a room and command attention. She reveled in the notion that a handsome man or beautiful woman might ask her to the velveteen settees or group areas to caress, kiss, grope, or fuck. She thought of all the possible activities she would enjoy while wearing the mask.
She quickly realized that her breath had grown labored at all the runaway ideas her brain had invented, inspired by the original story. Poor John didn’t know what hit him when he came in from work that night. She mauled him as he came through the door, stripping off his clothes, and dropping to her knees to suck his cock. He had no idea what had her worked up to such a state of desire, but he wasn’t going to argue. Her cunt was aching and dripping. She was ready to plunge herself onto his thick throbbing cock and he was very willing to oblige. He dropped his messenger bag and phone onto the floor and chased his wife playfully to the bedroom.
After fucking her to the point of exhaustion he finally asked her what the fuck had gotten her so excited. She retold the masquerade story, including every detail. She described the sex scenes, and how the woman lost all inhibition, making out with other women and seducing any man that caught her interest. John saw how much this excited Jen. It also dawned on him that his wife was talking about how much she was turned on at the thought of her fucking other men and women. He was strangely turned on by the prospect but felt unsure and uneasy with the idea. Why would he get horny thinking about her fucking someone else? As if reading his mind, Jen assured him that it was just fantasy, but there was a passion in her fucking that night that told him that was more than just a simple fantasy.
Later, John got online, and through quick research, soon discovered that masquerade parties occurred fairly frequently. The challenge was that less frequently they involved the hedonism and debauchery that seemed to turn Jen on so much. However, John found an event that looked like what Jen had described. The online advert promised a night to remember, making all one’s fantasies come true. It described the various themed rooms and all of the bring-your-own fun that could be possible. The pictures displayed velvet couches and beds with sheer canopies, draped with scantily clad bodies. One particular girl stood out. Much like the dreamy vision Jen had cast, the girl was wearing a black satin robe and a feathered face mask. The event was in London, the distance was an issue, but it was also happening in a couple of weeks. John thought Jen would love this experience; hell, he would love the experience, but would he just fly off to London to fuck around? Would he? That simply was not something they did. He closed the computer and went to bed.