My wife pulled down her mask and kissed me, her hand gently reaching up to my breast where she paused before laughing to herself. "This is too weird for me, honey. I'm sorry, but I can't make out with you while you look like this."
"Hey. I only look like this...." I said, gesturing my whole body. "Because your creepy boss won't allow couples to his fucked up party."
She frowned. "Firstly, It's a masked dinner party! And secondly, he won't allow you to come to the party after you threw up in the back of his BMW!" Each emphasised word came with a prod into my chest. It was strange how sensitive my new breasts were, but this bodysuit was high end and super expensive. "I don't want to turn up on my own... Can we please just get through this and pretend it never happened?"
I could never say no to that face. Otherwise I'd never agree to this plan in the first place. Grace was going to introduce me as one of her Sisters and I'd spend the party telling stories to make her look good. Or at least that was the plan before we knocked on Mr Wills door.
Mr Wills answered the door and we were instantly met with sounds of passionate sex coming from various rooms in his large home. "Welcome to the party ladies!" He smiled, kissing my wife on the cheek before pulling me in for a kiss on the lips. "As per the spirit of tonight, we all remain anonymous. Anything that happens in here is forgotten come sunrise!"
He took my wife's hand and began leading her into the house. I should have turned the other way and ran, but I wasn't going to let that creep do anything to Grace. Stepping into the house, I saw various masked individuals engaged in various acts and positions in every room. A man was getting pegged in the living room while a crowd of people watched and masturbated. A group of seven men and women were having an orgy in one of the corridors.
I got distracted for a moment and lost sight of Grace and Mr Wills. Searching around, and avoiding any eye-contact, I saw Grace heading upstairs. As I tried to make my way up there, an older guy squeezed my ass and asked me if I wanted 'Boss Cock'. In my haste to get away from him, I stumbled into the kitchen.
There were a number of people watching as two people had passionate sex on the counter. Most were touching themselves, but one woman was still fully clothed and gave me a smile. While everyone else was getting off at this party, she seemed more concerned with topping up people's drinks and providing protection and toys upon request.
"What do you need, dear?" She said calmly, her voice like warm honey. "Vibrator? Lube?"
"Ummm no... I don't think I..." I wasn't sure what to say. "I came here with a friend, but I thought it was a dinner party..."
The woman looked me up and down and giggled. "Oh you poor thing!"
"I don't judge you guys or anything, but this isn't what I signed up for." I glanced at the couple still fucking on the counter. The woman was really enjoying herself and her moans were turning me on a bit. "I just need to find Grace and get out of here. I think she's upstairs with Mr Wills?"
She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. "Let me escort you, so nobody tries anything. Though do let me know if you change your mind... I'd certainly love to spend an hour or two with you!"
"...fuck..." I muttered to myself. She was pretty fucking hot and the thought of actually getting some girl on girl action was definitely appealing, but I had to shake that image out of my head.
We headed upstairs and all of the rooms were closed. Sounds could be heard coming from most of them, making it quite clear what was happening inside of them. As we reached the second floor, I spotted Mr Wills coming out of one of the rooms.
"Mr Wills, I need to find Grace!" I called out, approaching him. "Where's Gra-"
He kissed me again without warning and I couldn't pull myself away. His tongue invaded my mouth, while his hand squeezed my ass cheek firmly. Despite the shock and initial disgust, I could feel my heart racing and realised it wasn't fear or adrenaline. I was turned on.
"Mr Wills!" The woman called out, intervening and allowing me a moment of composure. "This is Grace's plus one and it seems that Grace didn't warn her about the nature of this party..."
Mr Wills let go of me immediately and nodded. "I apologise Miss..."
"Jessica."
"I apologise, Jessica. I had no idea you weren't on board with this." He placed a hand on my back, rubbing gently while reminding me of how strong and big he was. "I took Grace up here not that long ago, but I haven't seen her since she excused herself to the bathroom."
"I think that's where the accountants are setting up their sex swing." The woman said matter-of-factly.
Mr Wills smirked. "This is my secretary, Amber." The two of them kissed; a long, slow, passionate kiss. "If you want, she can arrange for a ride to take you home."
"I'm not leaving here without Grace." I protested, my heart still pounding as Amber ran her delicate hand across my arm.
They both laughed. "I don't think Grace will be leaving that bathroom any time soon, dear." Amber held my hand for a moment, looking me in the eye. It was both disarming and arousing to see the pure lust in her eyes. Was that what she saw in my eyes?
"I don't typically offer this, but our private room is reserved for just the two of us." Mr Wills began. "Perhaps you'd like to join us for the evening and we can do whatever you're comfortable with..."
"Do you have a safeword?" Amber added.
I'm not sure what possessed me to follow them into the room. I'd never thought about another woman in the time I had been with Grace, let alone another man as well. But this bodysuit was sending signals that I couldn't ignore anymore. And if I was going to explore a little, then a private room was preferable to the public spaces downstairs.
Amber kissed me, her hands exploring my curves in a way that had me moaning softly. Behind us, Mr Wills stripped out of his suit and pulled off his mask. Such a commanding presence. For whatever reason, I was intoxicated with the both of them.
"Let's try the blindfold." Amber began tying it around my head, whispering into my ear. "I find it can help ease nerves a little to close your eyes and breathe calmly. Let me show you a good time, my little slut."
I nodded, allowing Amber to guide me onto the bed. I could feel hands pulling up my dress and exposing my ass. Then suddenly, a sharp pain as a riding crop made contact with one of my cheeks. I yelped, wiggling my hips in a pathetic attempt to soothe the pain. All I was actually doing was inviting Mr Wells to go again.
"Oooh fuck!" I moaned, biting my lip as the pain quickly dissipated. I could feel a heat between my legs. I can't believe that Grace does this kind of thing regularly.
"Let's get these panties off." Amber giggled, hooking my panties and sliding them slowly down my thighs. My wet pussy was now exposed, a cool chill of air passing over me and making me shiver.
"Fuck she's already ready for me." Mr Wills remarked, his hand running across my pussy and making me moan and shudder. Was I really about to go this far?"
"Easy, Sir. She's new to all of this and I want a taste first." Amber purred.
"Mmmm... Holy shit!" I moaned.
"Poor girl sounds like she's never been eaten out before!" Mr Wills remarked. "You'd better give her the full treatment, Amber."
"Yes, Sir!" Amber giggled, doubling her efforts.
I felt her tongue tease and torment every sensitive spot I had. Every movement was precise and pleasurable. But it wasn't just Amber's expert tongue that pushed me into oblivion. I loved her technique, but also hearing Mr Wills dirty talk.
"Such a natural slut." He groaned, stroking himself. "I bet you'd cum quicker with something big inside of you!"
"Ooooooh!" I cried out, cumming once, twice. It was all too much and I still hadn't fully realised how far I was letting things escalate. Why didn't I just take a cab home? Why was I letting my Wife get away with this? And why was I still cumming!?
"That's all my jaw can take for now." Amber pulled away. "Maybe you'd like to return the favour?"
I nodded happily. In one quick motion, Amber pulled away the blindfold and then straddled my face. The last two things I saw were Amber's pussy and Mr Wells moving into position between my legs. I didn't fight it. I didn't want to fight it. Part of me thought of this as payback to Grace. The other part of me was embracing a night as Jessica.
"Here it comes, dear. Brace yourself." Mr Wills grunted as his cock entered me.
I moaned louder than before and eagerly lapped at Amber's pussy. It was pure bliss as Mr Wills starting fucking me. All thoughts about Grace had emptied out of my head as I gave into the pleasures of this crazy sex party.
Amber came first, her moans muffled as she made out with Mr Wills. I tried to push on and give her a second orgasm, but she dismounted before I could even begin. This left me starring at Mr Wills as he continued to fuck me senseless.
"You're much more open to this than your friend." He grunted, grabbing my hips and hitting something deep inside of me that pushed me over the edge once more. "Such a good slut! My door is always open to you."
"Would you like that, Jess?" Amber whispered in my ear. "You could become Mr Wills personal slut."
"I... I... I'm cumming!!" I cried out, pleasure wracking through me as I wrapped my legs around Mr Wills.
Moments later, I felt Mr Wills pull out of me and he jerked himself to completion onto my panting body. I should have been appalled by this, but I laughed instead. His warm cum was splattered across my stomach, thighs, and some even got on the dress Grace had let me borrow.
Mr Wills left without another word, followed shortly by Amber. There was a moment of silence and reflection. Then Amber returned with some paper towels and helped me clean myself down. She apologised for the dress, then kissed me on the cheek.
"Do consider Mr Wills' offer. He pays good money for talent like yours." She smiled. "And your friend Grace left a message for you. Apparently she left not long after Mr Wills tried to make out with her. I let her know that you had a good time and she should be here any moment to pick you up."
My heart sank as I reached the bottom of the stairs. On the opposite end of the room, beyond the groups of people having wild sex, stood my wife with an angry look on her face. She got me into the car and we drove home in awkward silence.
"Before you say anything..." She finally spoke as we pulled up to the house. "You were right about Mr Wills being a creep and the party being weird."
"He's not so bad if you give him a chance." I replied softly.
She looked at me with a mixture of anger and shock. But then she burst into laughter. "You really fucked him, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"Then I'm sure Mr Wills will be happy to hear that 'Jessica' is sticking around, because that suit isn't coming off any time soon."
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