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Last weekend I hosted another special party; an exclusive party for couples, by invite only. Although this one was slightly different and kinda special… it was the first time that you’d ever been to a party like this. And to think – you almost didn’t come at all. When your fiancè texted to tell me she wasn’t coming I must admit I felt a pang of disappointment. I had been looking forward to introducing you to this sort of a party… and getting to know you better. Thinking about your 6 foot 4 frame, your cocoa-complexion, full lips and gigantic arms, I decided that I wanted you at the party with or without her. So I bent the rules a bit and texted her back to propose that you come solo. There’s a term for a single man who shows up to a sex party alone and you, very appropriately, were gonna be our “Stag”.

I got a flutter of excitement when you came through the door, and I watched as you took in the scene and setting. The lights were low and red. The music was just loud enough; the bass resonating in my chest and the beat mimicking that of my heart. There was a lovely spread of grapes and berries, nuts and chocolates on a side table next to drinks of sparkling water and sparkling wine. I felt myself sparkling and glided over to greet you. You enveloped me in a half hug, half squeeze that lifted me inches off the floor and brought us face to face. My eyes twinkle and I felt blood rush to the velvety curtains between my legs. Your arms tightened around my waist and I felt the seam of my black lace teddy pulling up between my legs… burying the g-string deeper into my ass and the seam rubbing and pulling up on my clit. My pussy gently throbbing now, you set me back down and I continued to pull up on the straps of my teddy, working the g-string perfectly between my lips… feeling delicious little bursts of pleasure each time the seam crossed over my now-engorged clit.

I took a seat on a velvet arm chair in the corner where I could discreetly watch the party unfold, while gently massaging my breasts, over the black lace. There was a perfect mix of electricity and ease among us. The men were barefoot, bare-chested and smiling. The women were dressed in sumptuous fabrics of velvet and tassels, fringe and lace. I watched as my husband slow-danced with a gorgeous blonde women, his hands sliding up and down her back, giving her more of a massage than a dance partner. I leaned my head back against the arm chair as I watched her hands move from the back of his neck down the front of his chest then slowly down his legs and back up. The two of them looked so sensual, so sexy. I moved my hand down between my thighs and felt heat radiating from my pussy… I steadily moved the heel of my hand from side to side, watching as my husband lowered the blonde’s dress down exposing her full, perky breasts. My pussy throbbing and my wetness soaking through my black lace teddy, I kept my eyes on my husband and watched as he lifted her round breast to his mouth and began to suck… and lick… she closed her eyes and surrendered into his arms and to her pleasure.

I closed my eyes, keeping my hand rubbing against my clit and when I opened them again you were kneeling in front of me. Wordlessly, you took my hands in one of yours then pulled them behind my back, making me arch toward you before you lowered your mouth right – between – my – legs. I shuddered with pleasure feeling the warmth of your breath mix with the musk of my sex, then gave out a little moan as you gently pulled the black lace to the side and traced your tongue along the outer edge of my lips. Dripping wet with desire for you, I felt your tongue enter me… the soft wetness of your mouth sucking on me, lapping me up. You released my hands and I reached for the back of your head, pulling you in firmly between my legs. My hips began steady little thrusts up into your mouth while my hands pulled you in closer…and closer. The wetness of your mouth mixed with the sweet juices of my pleasure, I was losing myself in the moment and the movement of your mouth as your tongue continued to fuck me. I lifted my feet up onto the chair and lifted my hips, encouraging your tongue deeper and deeper inside me. Your hands moved to my ass and in a quick movement you lifted me up off the chair, sitting on your shoulders… straddling your face. Your mouth still working my pussy, you pressed my back against the wall behind us, squeezing me between the wall and your tongue… and lifted six feet in the air.

Pinned to the spot against the wall I felt my walls tighten while your tongue slid and slurped around my sopping wetness and you began to suck and pull on my clit. I pressed against the wall behind me, grinding my pussy in your face. Moving together in a steady rhythm, I felt my pleasure building. “I’m so close” I murmured, before I felt the wave of my orgasm shudder through my body and my legs squeeze around your neck. I cried out in ecstasy, my hands pounding on the wall behind me… lost in my own pleasure. As you began to lower me from the wall I looked up to see that all eyes were on me. Blushing, I glanced over to my smiling husband and he began to applaud.

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