In the spirit of masquerade, inhibitions are shed and a wild wife finds her ultimate bliss.

We were invited to the party of the year. A masquerade ball thrown by my boss’s wife. Maggie was beyond happy when we got the nod. She read the invite out loud to me, even though I was the one who’d delivered the card to her.

You are invited to the party to end all parties. Ladies, you are the beauties. Please arrive in a formal gown and a fetching mask. Something that will not only shield your identity but augment your beauty. Gentleman, you are the beasts. Dangerous, brutish masks are expected, as are tuxedos. Mingle, drink, and see what happens…

Maggie kissed me, and when I responded heartily, she pushed me against the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around her and opened my... Read More