Wife of the Party

Chapter 7

Ann stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. She stared blankly across the room, unable to move and barely able to focus. It was not easy to shock her but a series of events over the past twenty minutes had turned her almost comatose.

Alan and Ann had accepted the Chambeaux invitation to the party. It was a big step for both of them. Ann had been reluctant but curious. Alan had also been curious but he was also excited and eager. Monique had confirmed that she would be their slavegirl for the evening and he could hardly contain himself.

They knocked on the door to the Chambeaux home and Ann received her first shock. Steve was acting as the butler for the evening and greeted the couple after he opened the door. Ann's jaw dropped.

Steve was wearing tails and a bow tie. But other than that, he was naked except for the highly polished shoes and black knee-high socks. And his erect cock was pointing directly at Ann.

"Welcome, Master and Mistress," said Steve politely. "Please come in."

Ann seemed to be frozen in place but Alan took her arm and guided her into the house. Steve closed the door and smiled again. "May I take your wrap, Mistress?"

Ann involuntarily clutched her shawl around her body as if it were a protective shield. It was a warm night and she did not need it. But she had worn it to cover her bare shoulders and for the ride home when it would be cooler.

"Let the butler take your shawl, dear," said Alan.

Reluctantly, Ann unfurled the shawl and handed it to Steve who hung it neatly in the closet. She blushed profusely as she realized that she was staring at the butler's cock. She kept trying to look elsewhere but her eyes kept gravitating back to the naked pole. And it was huge! It was much thicker than Alan's and she had always considered him to be large.

"Master and Mistress," said Steve as he turned back to them after hanging the shawl, "if you will follow me, I will take you to a gift that the hosts have arranged for you. Mistress?" he said as he offered his arm to Ann. Ann blushed a thousand shades of red but took Steve's arm and let him lead her down the hallway. Once again, she kept watching the erect cock as it bounced with each step and Alan followed behind. Steve led them to a study in a quiet corner of the house.

This was when Ann received her second shock of the night. The room was dimly lit but a spotlight illuminated a pedestal in the center of the room. And on the pedestal was a naked woman! Ann just about jumped out of her skin when she saw that.

Even though she knew that Monique had offered to be their slave for the night, it still took a moment for it to register that this beautiful woman on the pedestal was their hostess. She was the woman who owned Laura and now she was their slave! Ann felt herself hyperventilating.

"Good evening, Monique," said Alan as he stepped toward the pedestal.

"Good evening, Master," replied Monique as she kept her eyes cast down.

"Monique, I would like you to meet my wife Ann," he said. "Ann, this is your slavegirl, Monique."

Monique raised her eyes and smiled at Ann. "Good evening, Mistress." Monique was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. Ann was very slender and bordering on being too skinny for Monique's tastes. But she was very pretty nonetheless.

"G..g..good evening, Monique," stammered Ann. Ann was blushing furiously at this point. This was all so unreal to her. First, the near-naked male and now the completely naked female. This was like no party she had ever attended before. At least they were attractive. The butler was very handsome. Monique was just downright gorgeous and Ann started to feel self-conscious about her own appearance.

By this point, Alan had stepped next to the pedestal. Ann received her third shock of the night as she watched her husband reach out and nonchalantly stroke Monique's breast as he grasped the leash that dangled between the luscious mounds. He looked so comfortable with the situation that Ann had to wonder if he had done this before. Ann, herself, certainly did not feel comfortable.

Steve felt his cock twitch as Alan stroked Monique's breasts. Despite having the most beautiful and erotic wife imaginable, Steve was always aroused when he was around Monique. There was something about her that excited him. He always thought it was her powerful image, but seeing her as a vulnerable slavegirl had the same effect on him. Maybe it was just her raw sexuality.

While he would have loved to stay and watch, Steve knew that he had other things to attend to. "Mistress and Master, I will leave you with your slavegirl. I must return to my duties." With that, he clicked his heels very officially and turned toward the door, letting his bobbing and throbbing cock lead him from the room.

"Isn't she beautiful?" asked Alan as he continued to stroke the succulent breasts. "And to think, she's all ours. Would you care to pet her, dear?"

"N..n..no, thank you," stuttered Ann. "But yes, she is beautiful."

"Come, little one," instructed Alan as he helped Monique to stand. "Let us join the party."

That is when Ann received the shock that put her into a stupor. They stepped into the great room of the house and Ann nearly fainted. There were easily a hundred people in the room and easily a third of them were naked! Some were kneeling and naked. Some were standing and naked. A few were bound and naked. But there were so many naked people! Ann had never seen that much exposed flesh in her life.

Laura spotted them as they entered the room and alerted her master. Pierre then led Laura across the room to greet the guests. "Welcome, welcome," he smiled. "I'm so glad you could join us this evening. Lovely slavegirl you have there."

"Er… yes, she is lovely," replied Alan. "And thank you for inviting us." Ann just stood there slack-jawed and gazed off into space.

"What do you have planned for the girl?" asked Pierre. He reached out and tweaked one of Monique's nipples, drawing a glare from his wife.

"Oh," replied Alan. "I'm not sure what I'll do."

"I'm sure you'll come up with something," grinned Pierre, making Alan feel somewhat embarrassed. He knew what he wanted to do to Monique but surely he couldn't voice it in front of his wife and Monique's husband.

"I might want to borrow her later," Pierre continued. This drew another glare from Monique. "In the meantime, I'll introduce Ann around." He slipped an arm around Ann's waist and guided her forward into the crowd. Ann just mindlessly went where she was led. "Come, Laura."

"Master, may this girl make a suggestion?" asked Monique once the other three had left.

"Of course, you may," he answered. "What is your suggestion?"

Monique cast her eyes down, trying to look as submissive as possible. "This girl thinks that her master should fuck her."

"Oh," replied Alan, feeling his face blush at what he just heard and feeling at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, he gathered his wits and replied. "Splendid idea. Lead the way."

"This girl cannot do that, Master," she said, keeping her eyes down. Again, Alan was at a loss for words and Monique felt she should help him out. "Slavegirls never lead, Master. They follow. If you will walk toward that door, I will follow you and then show you where we can go." She cocked her head and glanced at a door on the far end of the room. That was all the encouragement that Alan needed and he turned toward the door, tugging on Monique's leash.

"Would you prefer a bedroom or the dungeon, Master?" she asked after they got through the door.

"Oh my, you have a dungeon?"

"Yes, Master. A very well equipped dungeon."

"Perhaps you can show me that later. I think a bedroom will suffice for now."

Monique showed him to a guest room and closed and locked the door once they got in. Then she turned to Alan and cast her eyes down again. "This girl is yours, Master. I belong to you."

"Oh my," he said again. "Yes. Let's see now. Where shall we begin?"

"Perhaps you should fuck me, Master." Monique figured that getting this intimate act behind them early would let them avoid a lot of clumsiness throughout the evening. Once he had fucked her, he should have no problem with touching her or even using her again.

"May I help you with your clothes, Master?"

"Yes, please do."

Monique stepped closer and slowly and seductively took off each article of Alan's clothing, folding them neatly. She was pleasantly surprised at what she found underneath. Alan's body was trim and muscular. She had a very handsome master for the evening. And he had a very respectable cock. It was probably an inch or two longer than Pierre's and was straight and narrow. While Pierre's cock was like a bludgeon, Alan's was more like an epee.

"Where would my master like me?" asked Monique. With this, Alan led her to the bed and then held her for a moment, kissing her. Then, he surprised her. She had expected him to take her missionary style on the bed. Instead, he turned her until she was facing the bed and bent her over until her arms rested on the covers.

"This will do very nicely," he said as he looked down at the two perfect bottom cheeks. Then, without saying another word, he moved forward and pushed his cock into her sex. The cock speared into her fully, giving away how aroused she was and she felt it easily reach her cervix, sending delicious waves of pain through her body.

Alan reached beneath her and grasped the two dangling breasts, giving them a squeeze and using them as handles to control the movement of her body. She reached between her legs to cup his swaying balls, only to be rewarded by a spank to a bottom cheek.

"Yikes!" she gasped at the surprise.

"You belong to me," he said. "I will decide what you do."

"Yes, Master," she replied quickly. This was a surprise. He seemed to be taking to this role more quickly than she could have hoped. Maybe he was a natural.

Alan continued to slowly pump in and out of her for over fifteen minutes, squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples. Monique kept becoming more and more aroused and desperately needed relief. She reached won again and started to rub her clit but received another spank, much harsher this time.

"I decide things, girl," was all he said. But it was enough to get Monique to quickly retract her hand. Oh, he is a natural all right, she thought to herself.

After another ten minutes, he slid his hand down her belly and started to rub her clit. Monique was feverish with lust and almost came. Right before she slid over the edge, though, he gave her another command.

"Don't cum until you have permission, pet," he said as his fingers continued to toy with her inflamed little nubbin. Monique bit down on her lip trying to get her body back under control.

Alan spanked her several more times, not to punish her but because he liked the sound of his hand striking her smooth flesh. Each spank further inflamed her arousal and she was thankful when he finally gave her permission to climax. Her orgasm struck her violently and her whole body tensed and trembled. She collapsed limply onto the bed and just lay there moaning as Alan emptied his seed into her body.

"Oh, Master," she cried after they recovered and stood up again. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "That was wonderful. You do own me. Thank you, Master."

Alan enjoyed holding her in his arms and had thoroughly enjoyed fucking the deliciously beautiful housewife. He thought that he might like this lifestyle very much.

Monique helped to dress him again and then they returned to the party. Pierre smiled as he saw his naked wife being led back on a leash. He noticed that Alan had bound her wrists behind her back and thought that was a nice touch. He also saw that Monique had a glow about her and had a just-been-fucked smile on her face.

"I see that someone is enjoying the party," he said.

Monique's glow turned into a full-fledged blush at the observation. "Yes, Master," she replied to Pierre. "It is a very nice party."

Alan noticed that Ann appeared to have settled down. She had been chatting with Pierre and a few of the other guests when he returned.

"She's delightful, Ann," Alan said as he extended his hand, offering Monique's leash to his wife. "You should try her."

"Oh," replied Ann. "No thank you. I think he's more my speed." She held up the end of a leash and stepped aside. Kneeling behind her was a very naked Steve, complete with a raging erection.

Pierre handed Laura's leash to Ann and then asked Alan if they could talk privately. Not knowing what else to do, Alan gave Monique's leash to his wife, leaving the woman who had been nearly comatose earlier holding leashes for three slaves.

"How is she doing?" Pierre asked with one over Alan's shoulder as he guided him to a quieter spot.

Alan did not know quite how to reply. It did not seem appropriate to talk to a man about the sexual skills of his wife. Pierre sensed Alan's dilemma and tried to break the ice.

"Oh, I already know she's a great fuck," he said. "I just wanted to know if you found her pleasing enough as a slave."

This had the desired effect on Alan. "Oh god yes. I find her very pleasing. And you are right. She's an amazing fuck."

Pierre grinned. "Is she behaving? She can be a bit headstrong. You have my permission to punish her if need be."

Alan shook his head. "I don't think that will be needed any more. I think we got things sorted out upstairs."

"Good man," said Pierre as he slapped Alan on the back. "I knew you'd be able to handle her."

The rest of the evening was a blur of excitement and activity. Ann did take her boy to a bedroom and squealed as Steve's massive cock impaled her. "Oh my god," she exclaimed to Alan on the drive home, "he was so thick that I thought he'd split me in two. I don't know how many times I came."

Pierre took Laura to the dungeon where he gave a demonstration to a small crowd of guests. Laura was mounted on a pole with a dildo on top of it. The height of the pole was adjusted so that she had to stand on tiptoe to keep the top of the dildo from touching her cervix. And each time it did, she received an electric shock. She was a whimpering mass by the time her thirty minute ordeal ended but the crowd loved the show.

Alan took Monique to the dungeon where he fastened her to a cross and fucked her again as his teeth raked and bit her defenseless nipples. All in all, it was a very successful party and Monique invited Ann back for tea the following day.