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 mouth, swirling my tongue against hers.

“I’m very happy,” she said, pulling back to look me in the eye.

“I’m glad, Mags.”

“It’s sexy.”

I grinned. “I know. I knew you’d be happy when Mitchell told me we were on Ann Marie’s guest list.”

A shiver overtook my wife, and she sighed. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled my zipper down.

“What are ya doing?” I asked, but my voice was a little strangled. Maggie could suck a cock like nobody’s business.

I watched her long red nails slide down my length and then her little pink tongue dart out to swoop over the shiny tip of my dick.

“I’m expressing my excitement in a very carnal way,” she said.

Then the top half of my hard-on disappeared in her pretty mouth and my brain shut down. She sucked hard and fast, but when I began to buck toward her, she gentled her pace.

“That’s torture,” I hissed, sliding my fingers into her short blonde hair and tugging it.

“I know.” She went back to sucking me, driving her plump lips down my shaft so that I could feel the tip of my dick nudging her throat. I groaned, knowing how deep she was taking me. Past her comfort level no doubt, but she never gagged, she just sucked air through her nose like she was about to dive and needed as much as she could get.

“Somehow picturing my boss fucking her was a turn-on that stole my breath.”

I thrust into her slick mouth over and over again with no manners and no restraint. She moaned around me, and the vibrations shot up through my dick and into my pelvis. Her fingers curled against my thighs and scratched the fabric of my pants.

I lost it when she pulled free and started to work my cock with her small fist, dipping her head to suck my balls into her mouth and gently tonguing my sac.

“Jesus, fuck me twice,” I growled and shot my load all over her lovely face and hair.

“I don’t know about him,” she said, looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. “But I’d like to fuck you twice. And then go shopping for a mask and a gown.”

I held out my hand and helped her up. Some of my come dotted her lip, and she kissed me full on the mouth. I tasted the metal and salt flavor of myself.

“What about you? What do you want to be?”

I shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to see what’s there.”

She made me promise we’d go shopping, and given the fact that I was floating on blowjob endorphins, I had no problem agreeing.

The next day she took me to fancy malls and ritzy stores. We dropped way too much money on a daringly low-cut black gown. The front was modest, but the back dipped almost to the top of her asscrack. Not only did my dick get hard when I looked at her in that dress, but I actually salivated like the predator I was supposed to be. I also wondered how many of the beastly male guests would be jealous of me when they saw my beauty.

She fussed over my tux as the tailor made adjustments and told us we could pick it up in a week.

“That’s right before the party. We’re cutting it close,” she said, frowning.

I put my hand on her ass to guide her out of the store. “It’s fine. It’ll be perfect.”

In a luxury boutique, she found an elegant half mask that reminded her of Mardi Gras and made her very happy. It was a black, white, and silver, harlequin-inspired mask with a tuft of feathers along the top.

She held it up, and the contrasting colors against her lovely corn-silk hair were striking. “Perfect,” I said.

“Now you.” She took my hand and led me to the animalistic masks.

“I like this one,” she said. Maggie pulled down a three-quarter length lion mask. It would shield my face down to my upper lip and jaw, which seemed wise if we planned to drink at the party. The mask itself looked exactly like a lion, but it was done entirely in grayscale. No color. No golds or yellows. Just the defined feline features of the king of the jungle in tones of gray. Which made it different. Which pleased my wife to no end.

“I like this one better,” I said, pulling a panther mask from the shelf. It was done in the same tones of gray.

“Oh, nice. Yes.” She put the lion back and held the panther over my face. “Sexy beast.” Then she reached out to stroke my cock through my jeans. She squeezed my bulge, and my dick jerked to life. “This is going to be fun.”

The night of the party Maggie was working herself into a frenzy.

“I’m really nervous,” she said breathlessly as I zipped up her dress.

“I know. Don’t be. You’ll be the belle of the ball.”

She snorted. “Hardly.”

I dipped my fingers beneath the low back of her gown and skimmed the small of her back gently. “I think you will, love. You’re absolutely stunning.”

“I watched his forearm move and flex as he shoved his big fingers into her cunt.”

She turned to kiss me, and I could feel the vibration of nervousness running through her petite body.

“You need to calm down,” I said.

“I know.”

“Let me help.” I pushed her back onto the bench of her vanity and hiked up her dress. She said my name and shook her head, but color flushed her cheeks. “Just a taste,” I assured her.

I pushed her gray silk panties to the side and moved her thighs farther apart with my elbow. I lapped at her pussy with great leisure. We had plenty of time. She sighed softly, and I felt her inner thighs tense and then tremble — my signal that what I was doing was working. I sucked her clit and before soothing it with long, slow, even strokes. I made my tongue flat and wide and worked her until I felt her hips rise. Then I pushed two fingers into her cunt, coating my fingertips with her cream. I spread it around her clit. Her hands had found their way into my hair, and I knew I had her. I proceeded to lick the gathered moisture off her hard nub. Pushing my fingers back into her pussy, I curled them over and over again, quickly working and licking her to a swift orgasm.

She let out a long, relieved breath.

“Better?”

“Better,” Maggie said.

“Good, now let’s finish getting ready and go.”

When we walked into my boss’s home, she gripped my arm tightly and whispered in my ear, “Party? This is like a fucking ball… or a gala. Or whatever rich people call a ridiculously opulent event.”

I nodded behind my mask. It was oddly comfortable, and I had no sense of suffocation like I’d feared.

I snagged us some champagne from a passing tray. As we sipped, I saw some people in full-face masks and was grateful we hadn’t gone that route. Every time they ate or drank they had to tip their masks back.

I whispered in her ear, “That was poor planning on their part.” Then I squeezed her to me.

Maggie giggled. “Be nice. Not everyone has a smart wife who would make sure your mouth would be free to eat, drink, and be merry.”

“That guy must,” I said, pointing across the room. The man across the way was wearing a mask similar like mine, only he was a wolf.

Maggie shivered against me, and I laughed. “I like the wolf.”

“The big bad wolf,” I growled in her ear.

“Goosebumps,” she hissed, rubbing her neck for dramatic effect.

I don’t know if the guy could tell we were talking about him or what, but he approached quickly, a glass of champagne in his big hand.

“Hello, you two.”

I laughed. “Mags, this is my boss, Mitchell. Mitchell this is Maggie, my wife. I see you have good taste in masks.”

“As do you.”

“And where’s our hostess?” Maggie asked, shaking his hand demurely.

“Lord knows. She’s around here somewhere. Last I saw, she was with a jackal and a grizzly bear.”

The band struck up a song that was entirely instrumental and eerie. “May I steal your beautiful bride?” he asked me.

I bowed slightly. “Of course.”

Maggie took the hand offered, and I could see the red flush of excitement in her décolletage. My cock grew stiff in my tux pants. I pictured the big bad wolf fucking her from behind and had to inhale deeply behind my mask. I’d only shared Maggie twice before; it had to be with the right kind of man, but somehow picturing my rich, successful boss fucking her was a turn-on that stole my breath. Imagining my pretty Maggie in her gorgeous dress caught between a wolf and a panther… even better.

I watched them dance, seeing how well they played off each other. Maggie followed his lead easily; he guided her with a gentle sternness. I shook my head. There was no fucking way he’d go for it. He was just being polite.

Twice, I caught her gaze as they twirled past me. The look on her face said she was thinking the same thing I was, and damn if I couldn’t tell that even with the mask covering part of her face.

When they returned to me, she was clutching his arm in that way she had. Possessive but shy.

“I just offered Maggie a tour of upstairs. Any interest in joining us?” he said.

I almost laughed but bit my tongue. “Sure. Let’s go.”

She’d worked her magic. She’d clued him in, and she’d set this up. I love my wife. I love her even more when she wants something and sets out immediately to get it. In this case, me and my boss fucking her like a shameless, masked slut.

They walked up the steps arm-in-arm, and it finally clicked — what he’d said earlier, that is. His wife had disappeared with two men. Seemed we weren’t the only couple at the party who didn’t mind sharing. For all I knew, that’s what this party was about.

The hallways were long and lined with doors. This was definitely the home of rich people. At the end of the hall, he cracked one of the doors.

“Our favorite guest room,” he said.

Maggie cooed at the look of it. High ceilings, opulent furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The mattress was a king and done up in rich bedding. He spun her toward the bed, but before she could take a step, he unfastened the dress’s clasp at the nape of her neck. Then he drew down the short zipper at the base of her spine.

“Your wife is stunning,” he said to me.

“I know.” I watched silently as he drew the dress down and left her standing there in nothing but her panties, thigh-high stockings, and heels. And the mask, of course.

He kissed her, running his fingers through her hair, and I heard her sigh. I didn’t move. I was happy to observe and listen. My cock ached and seemed to throb in time with my heart, but I simply ignored it and took in the sight of another man admiring what was mine.

His hands skimmed up her sides, and when he hit the middle where her ribs were most prominent, she giggled. Just as I knew she would. I smiled beneath my panther mask and watched the wolf stroke my beauty.

Mitchell traced the pale skin around her nipples and watched the pink peaks pebble into hard points. Then he dipped his lupine head to suck them roughly. She made that noise in the back of her throat and turned her gaze to me, her red-painted lips parted from pleasure.

His hand dipped into her panties and another noise followed the first. He got right up against her, and I watched his forearm move and flex as he shoved his big fingers into her cunt. I caved and brushed my palm across my hard-on. Just enough friction to make me feel crazy. Then I shoved my hands into my pockets and watched as Mitchell backed Maggie toward the bed, her hands dancing along his shoulders and the nape of his neck to keep her balance.

He laid her flat and pulled her panties off. He looked up at me and beckoned me closer. I moved slowly, like my feet were made of lead. I got up close and watched him insinuate himself between her legs.

He licked up her inner thighs, biting gently as he went. When she bucked her hips and gripped the bedding in her fists, he bit her harder at the top of her thigh. I studied the red circle and knew it would become bruise. My cock jerked in my pants. He’d marked my wife.

“He looked down, dragging his cock along her slit, and then slid into her.”

He ate her like she was the finest entrée. His tongue worked her into a frenzy, flicking and swirling. I remembered my mouth had been there before this party. I’d eaten that pussy, and now he was there, getting seconds. Was she creamier? Richer? More savory? Just because my mouth had been there first?

“Delicious,” he said, sliding up to kiss her neck. He avoided her lips, and she didn’t encourage him. Kissing lips is reserved for me.

He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and then sat up. He stood by the edge of the bed and slowly disrobed. My boss is a big guy, but seeing him naked I realized how fucking buff he was. He had ten years on me and apparently a gym membership, too.

Maggie took the hand he held out, and she sat up on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward when he cupped the back of her head and nudged his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. Her eyes drifted shut, and the mask accented her long, dark lashes. He went slow at first, and then held her shoulders in his hands and started to fuck her mouth in earnest.

I lost all resolve, unzipping my pants and hauling out my cock. I gripped myself so tight it was nearly painful and started to jerk off as I watched her go down him. She made those airy little noises as she sucked him, and they had the same reaction on Mitchell as they do on me. He growled and shoved a hand into her hair, holding her so he could use her mouth the way he needed. His breath grew faster and louder, and he took a stumbling step back at the last second.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, lovely.” She did as she was told, her eyes shiny and her lips plump from sucking his dick. She glanced at me and smiled. That smile was almost enough to make me blow my load.

He glanced at me, his eyes feverish in the eyeholes of his mask. “Pants off. She’s going to suck your cock while I fuck her. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

I could only nod.

He pushed his fingers into her pussy from behind and said gruffly, “You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you, love?”

Maggie could only nod manically, her head bobbing up and down as her body strained backward to urge his thrusting fingers as deeply as possible.

He climbed onto the bed behind her and nodded to me. I stood there without my pants, breathing hard in my panther mask and anticipating what was next.

He looked down at her cunt, dragging his cock along her slit, and then slid into her. I couldn’t see the particulars, but there was no mistaking the body movements. I moved close to the edge of the bed and slipped my cock along her lower lip. She licked me instantly, mewling softly with her eyes bright and a bit crazed.

“Fuck my mouth,” she whispered as Mitchell grabbed her hips and jammed into her cunt. His thrust drove her onto my dick, and I groaned. Not just from the feeling of her searing tongue on me, but also from the motion of him fucking her mouth onto me.

He slammed her hard, scooting her forward. Her soft mouth enveloped me entirely. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her fingers curled in the bedding. She groaned and growled and sighed around my dick.

I held her pretty head in my hands and fucked her mouth harder. She sucked air through her nose and wriggled, pinned between my cock and his — the panther and the wolf. I bit my lip to keep from coming.

The wolf looked at me over the expanse of my wife. “Spit-roasting,” he said with a small laugh.

She moaned and her body bucked, and I knew his rude term had sent her over the edge. She’d climaxed from the idea of us using her in tandem. Me taking her mouth, him taking her cunt.

“Good, I like that you came,” he said, pulling out of her pussy and stroking her back tenderly. “How about another?” he queried.

“Put your fingers in her ass,” I said, by way of help. “Two. Then fuck her in both holes.” I shoved myself way down in her throat and felt her muscles work around me.

She shut her eyes for a moment, and I said, “Mags, eyes open. Watch me while he reams you.”

Her eyes opened, and I smiled down at her. She sucked me harder, and I felt the draw of her mouth all the way in my balls and belly. I had a minute or two left… if that.

I watched my boss lick two of his fingers, then guide his cock back into my wife’s snug pussy. He played his wet digits around her back hole, and she loved it. I could tell because her rhythm on my dick faltered, and she sucked in a rush of air.

He pushed, and she groaned. And then his hand and his hips were moving simultaneously. He fucked her ass with his fingers as he drove into her cunt over and over again. “She’s so tight,” he said to me. “Everywhere.”

“Everywhere,” I echoed. Because she was. Every hole my Maggie possessed was tight and willing and incredible.

His eyes drifted shut, and I studied the wolf as he fucked my girl. His big body crowded her, his broad pelvis slamming her ass. His forearm flexed and danced as he rocketed his fingers in and out of her ass.

He picked up his pace, and she whimpered, her lips quivering around my pistoning cock. “Harder,” I said to him.

He obeyed, fucking her faster and with more intensity. She slurped at me and then shivered from head to toe as she climaxed.

My boss groaned his defeat and pulled his cock out, jacking it hard and fast and shooting his cream all over her back. His load arced toward me leaving, pearly trails on her skin.

I shook my head, gritted my teeth, and held her face in my hands but failed to hold on any longer. I emptied into her mouth and throat as her tongue swirled around me.

I moved back, breathing hard.

My boss climbed off the bed and stroked her hair before gathering his clothes. “Of all the beauties here tonight, you were by far the most stunning prey, Maggie. Lovely meeting you.”

Then he tipped me another nod and walked out.

I kissed her mouth. “Everything you’d hoped for?”

“Oh, the party far surpassed my wildest dreams. Now let’s go mingle and eat. I’d like to meet the wolf’s beauty.”

“Curious what she’s like?” I grinned at her.

“Oh, I’m dying to know what she’s like — and if she wants to play.”

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