The Fancy Dress Party

“What, oh god no. Please Jess, you have to be joking.”

Her cheeky little giggle disarmed my anger, but not my shock. “Dan, it’s just a party. It sounds like so much fun. Come on, we don’t go out that much. It would be nice to socialise with some new friends. Plus it will be a chance for you to finally meet Paul my boss.”

It was hard to disguise my sneer. “Jess, it will be hard to socialise, with anybody, whilst I’m dressed up as a hooker.”

She giggled again. “Everybody will be in the same boat my love. It is fancy dress, and has a theme. Everybody else will be dressed in exactly the same way.”

It sounded awful, I couldn’t think of anything worse. “Bloody hell Love. It sounds horrific. It isn’t something that interests me. Tell you what, just ask Paul if it will be okay, if we just dress normally.”

She gave me a scowl. “Well, I’m going to join in. Golly Dan, it’s just a bit of fun. It’s fancy dress, for heavens sake.”

That shocked me a little. “You mean you will be happy to go to a party at your boss’s house. Dressed as a hooker?”

“Dan, it’s fancy dress. It doesn’t mean I am going to be a hooker. Just dressed up.”

“Good lord. What will he think of you? I mean, you will still have to work together afterwards.”

“What will he think of me!” She laughed loudly. “Good god Dan, he’s going to be dressed as Frank-N-furter from the rocky horror movie. He is going to be in no position to judge me.”

This all started because Jess my wife of four years had been invited to this damn fancy dress party at her Boss Paul’s house.

Jess, had only worked for him for three months. He sounded like a decent guy, although I had never met him.

Jess and I moved to Auckland from the Waikato, so I could work on the Central light rail network. It was a new project and gave me a really good shot at promotion. My role as a supervisor, was a step up. It was a chance I couldn’t turn my back on. At first Jess was a bit reluctant to move. She hated the idea of leaving our friends and family.

I pointed out, Auckland was only a two hour drive from our old home town. She reluctantly agreed. At first she struggled with home sickness, but when she scored the job at Paul’s dental practice, that all changed. It was a large practice, and included a much better salary than her previous role as a dental hygienist.

We had struggled a little moving to Auckland. It’s a big city, a hell of a lot different to little old Morrinsville. It’s not like we were country bumpkins, or that we had never travelled. What shocked us was the pace of life in a City like Auckland.

Morrinsville, was a small town, a farming community. We had a tight circle of friends, and our family nearby. This move was driven by my desire to grow professionally. I had been studying online to become a Civil Engineer. This role would give me a deeper insight into what it was like to lead projects.

We found an inner city apartment. That was also a shock, not just the cost, but living in a high-rise, was a new and novel experience.

The day after she mentioned the fancy dress party. I arrived home from work late. The job did require long hours, and because it was all new to me. I was having to put in a fairly determined effort.

Anyway. I digress. I arrived home, and it was evident that Jess wasn’t in a very happy mood.

She plonked the plates down on the little table with a deep sigh.

Picking up my knife and fork, I glanced over at her with a worried frown. She was normally so happy go lucky. Bright and effusive. Something was troubling her.

“What’s that matter Honey?”

She gave me one of her sad puppy looks. “Nothing really. Paul said we can’t go to his party.”

Confused I asked. “Why not?”

“Because he said, he doesn’t want the other guests to feel uncomfortable. Everybody has to dress up. If you don’t want to participate, he would prefer we didn’t attend.”

Trying to sound conciliatory I said. “Never mind Honey. We could go out somewhere nice, just the two of us.”

“Phooey, I was looking forward to meeting some new people. We have hardly met anyone since we bloody moved here. Everybody from the practice is going. In fact it’s the hot topic of conversation. I feel left out because now we can’t go.”

“I’m sorry Jess. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Perhaps we could drive down and catch up with the family, on Sunday?”

She shrugged it off, with a sigh. “Yeah, if you want.”

That definitely didn’t sound like her. I couldn’t remember seeing her so sad. We ate in silence, and we were doing the dishes when she asked. “Why don’t you want to go?”

I laughed, derisively. “Oh come on Jess. You know I don’t go in for all that stuff. Dressing up as a woman, me, come on babe. I would look ridiculous.”

She shook her head, bit her lip thoughtfully. “My Love, everybody going will be in the same position as you. So who cares if you look silly? Everybody else will as well.”

The idea appalled me. I could think of nothing worse. But I could also see how desperate Jess was. I hated letting her down. Relenting I muttered. “Okay, what would I have to wear?”

She brightened almost immediately. “Are you serious?”

“If we can find something that doesn’t look to ridiculous, then I suppose we could give it a go.”

We finished drying the dishes and Jess scooted into the living area and grabbed her laptop. “Bring us a couple of glasses of wine babe. I think you might need it.”

When I sat down beside her, she took her glass of wine and leaned over and gave me such a sweet little kiss. “Thank you Dan. I love you so much.”

Oh god, now I was trapped. I felt, it immediately. There was no way to back out of this. I was going now whether I liked it or not.

She had already googled fancy dress and hookers

She scrolled down to one. A bright red old western saloon girl costume. Christ it was as sexy as hell. She gave my arm a squeeze. “I think I’m going to get that one.”

It was bright red satin, with the top being a corset style design, with the whalebone, highlighted in black embroidery. The bodice was low, showing plenty of cleavage.

The hem line was so short, it barely covered her private parts. And the black fishnet stockings were highly erotic. My blood was already pumping.

She glanced sideways at me. “Well, what do you think?”

“I think, I’m going to have a heart attack. That’s what I think?”

She put on a mock sad pout. “You don’t like? Don’t you think I could pull it off?”

“Oh Honey, you can easily wear that. It would be incredible, but god. It’s so revealing, so slutty.”

She giggled, took a sip of her wine. “I would agree normally, but look at all these costumes. They are all like that.”

“I suppose so. Are all the other women going to be dressed similarly?”

She nodded. “Babe, it’s the theme of the party. I can’t begin to imagine what Paul’s going to look like.”

She scrolled to some images from the rocky horror and I nodded in disbelief. “What’s he like Paul. I thought you said, he’s a fairly big guy?”

“He is. He must be six four at least, and quite wide across the shoulders.”

“And he’s going to wear that?” I pointed to some images of Frank N Furter. She giggled. “I know, it’s going to be hilarious.”

I took a large gulp of my wine, finishing it quickly. She gave me a cheeky grin. “Now we have to find something for you? What about a sexy slutty nurse?”

She brought up a bunch of costume images. “Oh my god. No fucking, way Jess.”

She giggled at my response and passed me her glass. “I think we’re going to need refills.”

I got up and walked into the kitchenette to top up the glasses. My mind was in a tizz. ‘Slutty nurse.’ What the fuck was she thinking?

I took the full glasses back in and sat with her. She accepted her glass, with a bright breezy smile. “What about one of these?”

The laptop screen was awash with images of sexy schoolgirls. Mini skirts, bared midriffs. “Oh holy fuck Jess!” I gasped in horror.

She laughed. “Come on, Honey, get in the spirit. Remember, it’s just a bit of fun.”

“I know, but I don’t want to look like a complete wanker. I could never wear anything like that. Can’t you find something with trousers? Perhaps I could be your pimp.”

She laughed loudly, giving me the funniest glare. “You, a pimp, trousers, oh my god babe. You crack me up.” She scrolled a little more as I reclined back on the sofa wondering, what the hell I had got myself into.

She gave me a nudge. “What about this then?”

She had found a German Oktoberfest serving girl costume. As I looked at it, I thought. ‘At least it had a full skirt, and sleeves. The only thing worrying me was the low bodice. “Jesus Jess. You would need serious breasts to fill that out.” She just giggled, seeing my look of horror.

As I looked at some of the others, I kept going back to the Oktober fest costume. “Yeah, okay Jess. I suppose, at least it covers everything.”

She leaned over and gave me a big kiss. “Wonderful, that’s decided, I would have preferred it if we could have worn similar costumes, but, hey. At least we can go.”

Tuesday Jess was in a bubbly jubilant mood. She seemed particularly buoyant. After we had eaten and were sitting down she said. “Do you want to see my costume?”

“Oh hell yes.” I replied eagerly.

I turned on the evening news and cracked open a beer. It took nearly an hour before Jess poked her head into the living area. “Turn off the TV.”

She strutted out looking absolutely devastatingly sexy. “Oh my god. Jess you look amazing.”

She paraded across in front of me, her arse swaying her arms up showing off her full luscious figure. “Fuck, you look sexy.”

She giggled. “So I can pull this off then?”

“Oh hell yes. I can’t believe how sexy you look.”

She posed in front of me, her hip stuck out provocatively. “You like then?”

“Like, I love it.”

“Good enough to eat?” She giggled.

That shocked me a little. She wasn’t normally an overtly sexual person. I don’t mean she was prudish, just not uninhibited, so brazen.”

“Definitely good enough to eat.” I replied as I stood in front of her. “Can we leave the costume on?”

She sniggered loudly. “No way Jose.” She snapped. “You are not ruining this. I have to wear it Saturday. Although, if you’re a good boy. I will leave the stockings on.”

The next night she was again bright and bubbly. We were eating our evening meal and she had been talking non stop about all the people going to the party and the costumes they were wearing. It certainly sounded like everybody was getting into it.

I was actually starting to look forward too it. “When are you picking up my costume?”

“Probably Thursday or Friday night. I brought mine, because, well. I like it. We might be able to use it again.”

“Oh definitely.” I replied with a grin hoping I didn’t sound too lecherous.

“Dirty bugger.” She giggled.

“Doesn’t leave much time if it doesn’t fit.” I replied.

“Hired costumes aren’t so size dependant. I think they make them a little more forgiving. You’ll be fine. I did buy your wig though. Do you want to try it on?”

With an apprehensive resigned sigh, I mumbled. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

She ran into the bedroom and returned with a long wavy blonde wig. She gave me a curious glance. “I think we need to give you a good shave first. We could try out some makeup on you as well.”

With demoralised, panic-stricken groan I gasped. “Oh god, really. Makeup, do we have too?”

“Yes we do. You will have to wear it Saturday night. May as well get used to it. Go and have a shave, and sweetheart, make it a close one.”

I moved into the bathroom and slowly stalling for as long as physically possible, I shaved as close as I could. Walking into the bedroom, I found Jess already at her dresser. “Come on gorgeous. Let’s get you all dolled up.”

“Fuck.” I grumbled.

“Oh stop being a fuddy duddy. It’ll be fun.” She teased. “Come on Hon, stop treating this like it’s the end of the world. It’s just a bit of fun.”

She pushed me down into the chair and stood in front of me.

“Close your eyes,” She said. “I need to pluck some hairs, god you’ve got hairy brows.”

Dismayed at her dismissive attitude, I moaned. “Jess, I have to work in the morning. Don’t do anything silly.”

She leaned down and kissed me. “I’m not daft Dan. I would never embarrass you like that.”

I felt her plucking away at my brows, it did hurt, but I said nothing.

“Go on, open your eyes.” She whispered.

I opened and looked in the mirror. He had plucked my brows, they were thinner, but didn’t look too feminine.

“Is that okay?” She asked.

I nodded my approval and she said, “Good. Let’s get on with it.”

She started off massaging in some cream of some sort, then powder, some rouge or something. Then she started on my eyes. Lots of mascara, false extended eyelashes, silver eye shadow, finished off with some light blue eye shadow.

“Pucker up babe.” She whispered.

I pursed my lips fearfully, as she started applying lipstick. I have to say it felt weird, the other stuff I didn’t feel, but the lipstick. I could taste, and feel.

Finally came the wig. She pulled it over my head and adjusted it, with a broad smile.

“Okay my sexy girlfriend. There you go. What do you think?”

She turned me to the mirror and I looked at the weirdest thing staring back at me. Okay, I looked like a drag queen, there was no hiding from that. Although I had to admit she had done a good job.

Jess giggled crazily as she put her head down by mine. “Bloody hell, you look so sexy. I mean wow. Who knew there was such a sexy girl hiding inside of you.”

Horrified, I snorted. “Cut it out. I look like I could be on that bloody stupid drag show you watch on TV.”

Slightly offended, she muttered. “Yes you could, and you should be proud of that. We will practice every night and get it perfect.”

She turned my head, and our lips met in a very sexy kiss. The lipstick making it slippery and wet. I could taste the lip gloss. She sat down on my lap, her arms circling my neck.

She wriggled and squirmed as our kiss escalated. My erection was tumescent, throbbing painfully trapped in my jeans.

She leaned back a little to stare into my eyes. “Oh Christ Dan. God that’s sexy.”

“I’ll say.” I said grabbing her as our kiss grew quickly into a passionate zip breaking melding of our mouths.

“Let’s go to bed.” She whispered wetly in my ear.

We climbed into bed, my clothes quickly shed. Jess kept her costume on and I took great delight in the feel of the sexy silky smooth satin as it rubbed across my body,

Her legs trailed over mine sending electric shocks tingling up and down my body.

God it was so damn sexy. The kiss was sensational. I had never felt anything like it, so velvety smooth, so luscious.

“I always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl.” Jess whispered.

The costume, as sexy as it was, gave no access. I reluctantly had to remove it, clip by clip. Her boobs sprung out to greet my eager hands, I mauled, massaged, kissed and sucked. Her hard erect little nipples grazing my lips.

I kissed them like the family jewels they were.

I felt her hands on my head pushing me down lower, down past her navel and her legs parted pushing me between them.

She had never been this forceful, so direct. I was about to do what she was hinting at when she yelled. “Stop, not yet, but stay right there.” She scrambled out of bed and scurried over too the dresser, returning with the tube of lipstick and lip gloss.

Sitting up she leaned over and said. “Pucker up.” When I just sat there blankly she sighed. “Babe, I have always wondered what it would feel like, too, you know have a girl lick me. Please.”

Her pleading tone pushed me. I leant forward and puckered up. The slippery glossy wet lipstick slid gratuitously over my lips. She was certainly putting enough on.

When finished she lay back, her legs opening invitingly. “Come on sweetie, let me feel those lips.”

Up on my knees I leaned down, my lips grazing the creamy expanse of her thighs. Higher I kissed, the dusky aroma of her desire urging me forward.

Her labia red and engorged, glistening lightly with the moist juices. The tangy sweet nectar of her yearning.

Teasing I let my pursed lips trail along the outer edges of her lips, kissing and nibbling.

“Oh god yes, oh damn that feels so good.”

Slowly back and forth I licked and nibbled taking her lips into my mouth, sucking, my tongue probing into her depths.

Her hands tangled in the wig as she pulled me, desperate to get more. “Don’t tease me, not tonight babe. Just lick me.”

Moving slightly I opened wide sliding my lipstick covered lips all over her pussy. I licked and kissed as she humped my face, tugging wildly on the wig.

“Oh fuck yes, that’s it babe, eat me, make me cum, I want to cum all over you pretty little face.”

Her body trembled as I allowed a finger to join the party. I ran it along her pussy, back and forth as I licked and probed with my tongue.

As her desire built, I inserted the finger, it’s entirety sucked into her wanton hole. I had never seen her like this, so worked up. So aroused.

I added another finger, then another until my whole hand was plunging into her sodden gurgling hole. I fucked her with my hand as if it was a monster cock.

In and out I thrust, her juices covering my hand as I sucked the wriggly flesh of her clit into my mouth. I sucked it, I bit and pulled at it with my teeth, Her hips jerked and thrust, to meet my every plunge.

“Oh go on babe do it, fuck me, god I want it, I fucking want it.”

Her hand tugged relentlessly on the wig, her legs lifted and I felt the world go black as they wrapped tightly around my head. I was smothered by the hot wet walls of her pussy.

My whole face was rubbing her off as she fucked me. My hand a ferocious blur as it dived noisily in and out of that suckling hole.

“Oh fuck, you bitch, you slutty bitch.” She cried, as her hips jerked spasmodically, her arse pushing right up off the mattress.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” She screamed as her body thrashed wildly, her weight lifted. Only her shoulders remained on the bed as she rode my face. Her hands and legs forcing me deeper into her.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Jesus babe I’m fucking cumming.”

I had never felt anything like it. I always tried to make sure she had an orgasm when we made love, but this was different. This was extreme.

Her orgasm gone, her body sagged limply on the bed. Her legs untangled from around my head and spread wide.

Her arms flopped beside her.

I lay between her legs, panting, thankful for a lungful of air.

She started to giggle, it was soft and slow building into a laugh. “Oh my god Dan, wow. I have never cum like that. Oh god thank you babe.”

I clambered up between her legs and she gave a little cry as my throbbing cock sank deep into her swollen wet pussy.

Our lips met in a sweltering kiss as our bodies became one. I was so aroused, I knew it was going to be over in seconds and, in reality. I was lucky to last that long. Normally I was able to pace myself, allow her time to get into it with me but this was torrid, frantic almost ballistic.

She didn’t care. I erupted deep inside her convulsing pussy. My body emptied of any fluid.

We lay together, our faces inches apart. Soft and delicate her lips touched on mine. “Wow, that was insane.” She breathed.

“Yeah, jeez, I have never seen you like that.”

The feathery dainty kisses grew a little as she sighed. “It was amazing, it felt so sexual, so erotic. I could feel the lipstick on my pussy. It felt so promiscuous. It felt like it wasn’t even you. God, like forbidden or something.”

The next night when I got home, Jess was again in an incredibly sexy mood. All through dinner I tried to study but she continually kissed, or stroked my face as she set out the table. She talked endlessly about the party and who was wearing what.

After dinner, Jess, said. “Can we practice getting your look right again tonight?”

After the wild sex of the previous evening, my answer came quickly. “Hell yeah.”

I went into the bathroom to shave and I was nearly finished when she walked in. Her body snuggled close behind me as her chin rested on my shoulder. “Hhhhhmmm hey sexy.”

She kissed my lightly on the shoulder, pushing aside my T-shirt. Her little kisses built up, and I sensed she wanted to say something. “All right Jess, spit it out. What is it you want to say?”

Hesitantly she whispered. “You’ll think I’m weird.”

“I will if you don’t tell me what do you want.”

“Promise not to get mad?”

“Come on Jess, you’re driving me crazy. ”

“Okay, would you shave your legs for me?”

“What.”

She sighed. “I knew you would think I was weird.”

“I don’t think that. I’m just confused, curious. The question is why?”

“Well last night, was surreal, I absolutely loved it. I have always been curious what it would be like to be with a girl.”

“Why the leg shave?”

“The only thing that spoilt last night, was your hairy legs.”

She gave me that pleading look. “Please?”

Terrified I groaned. “No, sorry Jess, but that’s too much. Gee, I let you put the bloody makeup on me.”

There was that sulky pout again. “Please, babe. Think about how much fun last night was.”

“No, look Jess, this is pushing the boundaries for me. Shit, I’m really uncomfortable.”

“Please, what’s the big deal? Divers, and cyclists, runners, they all shave their legs. It’s not a big deal.”

God knows why, but I relented. I decided to do it in the shower. If you’ve never done it you wouldn’t understand. It’s bloody difficult. Jess walked in a few times to check on me and laughed her head off. In the end I said.

“You wanted this, well come and help.”

She smirked evilly and said. “Okay, you asked for it.”

She stripped quickly and was soon in the shower with me.

She knelt down in front of me, with my dick bouncing around in front of her face.

“Will you get control of that thing.” She laughed.

I shrugged. “Hey, this was your idea.”

She ignored me trying to slap her cheeks with my swinging dick. God she even made me turn around while she shaved my bum.

When she stood up in front of me, her hand dropped down and she grabbed my dick, her fingers curling seductively around it as she gave it a squeeze and stroke.

I leaned back against the tiled wall as she played with me. I sort of zoned out, my eyes closed.

They came open quickly when I realised she was shaving my pubes.

“Hey, what the fuck Jess!” I spluttered.

She just gave my knob a big kiss. “Close your eyes again.”

With a shake of my head I got my own sneaky plan.

When she finished, I grabbed the razor. She gave me a nervous look. “What are you doing?” She squeaked.

“Well you know the old saying, about the goose and the gander.” I soaped up her pussy and let the razor glide over her short curly pubes.

“Bastard.” She sniggered.

The sex that night was off the wall. It was everything the previous night was but more. She always liked to suck my dick, but never like this.

I repaid her hard work, and it felt different, she was so smooth, so silky soft. And the sex, oh my god. I thought I was going to have a coronary.

The next day we went through the whole process again and when she asked if she could shave my whole body, I put up no fight at all. It did feel pretty good actually.

It was Friday when I got home late. I always stopped off after work for a few drinks with the guys from work. It wasn’t bad, just some drinks and a few laughs. It did however mean I was late home.

Jess was in a pretty happy mood. I had completely forgotten about the party and the fact she was supposed to pick up my costume.

She was in such a cheeky sexy mood that we ended up in bed early and the lovemaking seemed to have gone up another level.

Saturday was normally a work day for me, but Jess had pleaded that I take the day off, and just chill out with her. That would be fine but she headed off mid morning to get her hair done.

I took the chance to drag out my bike and go for a ride. Lately with long hours at work. The only day I got out on the bike was Sunday, so this was a treat.

I met up with a couple of mates and we went for a ride out through Maraetai, and back through Beachlands.

It was almost three PM before I got home to find Jess in a real tizzy. “Where the hell have you been?” She yelled.

“I went for a ride. What’s the big deal. You weren’t here anyway.”

“But I was home hours ago. Now we will have to hurry.”

“Hurry,” I checked my watch, and it was only three PM. “What’s the bloody rush?”

“Silly, we have to get you ready.” She struck a pose and said. “Ta da. Do you like?”

I nodded. She did look very pretty. Her long golden blonde hair shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun. “Very nice.” I nodded.

She leaned in close, stuck her nose into my armpit and waved her hand across her nose. “Phew, shower first I reckon.”

I showered, and she poked her nose in and said. “Remember everywhere.”

I was going to anyway, but her making it an instruction made me uncomfortable.

Once I was dried off she waved me over to the dresser where she started to apply long false finger nails. “Oh come on Jess. Is this really necessary?” I griped snarkily.

“Oh, don’t be a sook. Humour me. If you’re going to dress up, then lets do it properly. Wouldn’t it be nice if you’re the best looking hottie there?”

I laughed, that was a ridiculous statement, and I told her so.

She shook her head. “Don’t undersell yourself. You look pretty convincing all dolled up.”

She did my nails, putting on super long false ones. She applied coats of bright red nail polish.

I thought that was it, but no, then she started on my toenails.

That led to the next stage, my makeup. She had it down to a pretty fine art after four days practising.

When she finally finished I was even more shocked than usual. She had managed to make me look half reasonable. I mean, there was no hiding I was a man, but it looked pretty convincing.

As she sat back to admire her handy work she said. “Wow, Ru Paul, you better look out honey. Because Dan is coming.”

As I stood up she quickly unpacked some white stockings, and passed them to me. “Here, put these on.”

I can only imagine what I looked like as I stood there staring at her, my mouth hanging open. “Come on Hon. We haven’t got all night.” She groaned.

She got out her black fishnets and said, “Look, just follow my lead, okay.”

She sat on the end of the bed and coiled up the stockings and then rolled them sexily up her leg. “Come on babe.”

I followed suit and rolled mine up my leg. As the nylon slid up my leg, I got a little chubby on. It did feel sexy. I can’t describe the feeling of those stockings sliding over my skin. It may be one of the singular most erotic experiences of my life.

We finished at the same time and she threw me a tiny little pair of white silk panties. “Oh my god. Surely you don’t think I’m wearing them?”

She nodded, as she held up her own. “Look, they’re the same as mine.”

“Christ Jess, you’re a bloody woman.”

She sniggered. “Yeah, and so are you tonight.” That made me flinch. God this thing was getting real. She pulled up her slinky panties. Damn, she looked beautiful. I did as she asked, but it was so embarrassing pulling up my panties. I could feel my manhood shrinking the further up my legs the tiny silky things slid.

The fact she watched on with a constant smirk on her face didn’t help.

She handed me a tiny little white blouse thingy. I held it up against my chest as she giggled at my look of shock. It was so low cut. “Stop mucking around and button it up.”

Shaking my head I did as she asked. With it buttoned she handed me a corset. It was black and looked like it was a lace up thingy. It dangled in my hand as I held it up. “Oh good god. Bloody hell Jess. What have you got me into.”

“Shut up, and stop your griping. It’s just a bit of fun.” Just a bit of fun, god damn, I was getting sick of hearing that little gem.

She helped me pull it around my waist and started lacing it up. The laces were in the front. God talk about a stomach cruncher. With every tug from Jess, I could feel the bloody thing squeezing me tighter and tighter.

The corset fitted up under what was supposed to be a bulging pair of tits but of course I had nothing to hide. I was also getting nervous as this thing in no way resembled the costume I had agreed on. Where were the sleeves, and the long dress?

“Jess.” I spluttered. Where’s the rest of the costume?”

She winced. “Sorry Honey, that one was gone. This was the only one left. Sorry, but you’re just going to have to suck it up.”

If I was feeling nervous before, when she handed me the tiniest skirt I had ever seen in my life. I nearly freaked out.

Up until that moment I thought, yeah, I can do this, but right at that moment, all those thoughts went up in smoke. I was totally beat. I stood belligerently as I shook my head. “No way Jess, no bloody way. There’s no way in hell I am going anywhere dressed like this.”

She looked crestfallen. “Just pull up the skirt, please. Let me see.”

I pulled it up and she knelt in front of me and hooked the garters up to the stocking tops. The garters had little black silk bows, which highlighted them even more.

She pushed me over too the wall mirror. I stood there feeling shocked, scared and completely ashamed. What the hell was I doing. I stumbled backwards, grabbing the wardrobe door for support.

Jess walked over. “Pretty sexy huh Dan.”

“Pretty bloody stupid. I’m sorry Jess. I know I said I would go, but there’s no way I can go anywhere dressed like this.”

She spluttered. “No, no, no. Dan, I have been looking forward too this all week. Please, honey.”

“Fuck, look at me Jess, I look like some kind of tranny freak. There’s no fucking way I’m going out in public.”

She gripped my hand in both of hers as she whispered. “Dan, every man and woman at that party is going to be dressed in the same way. You would stand out more if you walked in dressed in your normal clothes.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to get control.

Jess, still held my hand, her top one rubbing mine. “Dan, look at me. I feel just as nervous as you do. I have never in my life worn anything like this.”

“Then why do it? We can stay home and keep our self respect. Why should we humiliate ourselves? Let Paul make a fool of himself if he wants to. Jess, we have nothing to gain from exposing ourselves like this.”

“Dan, if we were going to be the only ones. I would agree, but everybody will be dressed the same. I know a lot of the men going to this party, and let me say this. You will be the best looking guy in the place.”

“Oh lucky me. The best freak. Fuck that Jess.”

I sat back on the bed, my head spinning. Jess came and flopped down heavily beside me. With a resigned sigh, she murmured. “Oh well, bugger. I just wanted to make some new friends, have some fun.”

She looked so sad as we sat there silently. “Guess I got my hair done for nothing.” She sighed.

Shit, she looked disconsolate. So damn sad. I watched as she gave me a sullen look. She stood up and started to get undressed.

God knows why I said it, but I whispered. “Oh damn it. Don’t get changed, we can give it a try.”

She jumped into my arms. “Oh thank you Dan. It will be fun, I promise. Some how I will make it up to you.”

We finished getting ready and she knelt down and slipped on my shoes. Sparkly platforms, about three inches.

“Stand up babe.”

I stood and walked. Being platforms they were at least stable, although it was hard to walk. My ankles ached just walking across the room. Jess finished putting on her costume and we stood side by side. She glanced sideways at me. “I think for tonight, I will call you Dani. Sweet sexy little Dani.”

I practised walking while she rang a taxi. She giggled as she watched me stagger around the room. Her phone buzzed, announcing the taxi was downstairs waiting. “Are you ready babe?”

I nodded. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose. Jess, you owe me for this.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek and smiled. She swung back the door and we stepped out into the hallway. The taxi driver gave us quite a stare as we climbed in and Jess gave him the address.

The whole way there I could see him adjusting his rear view mirror so he could watch us. I felt like I was nothing more than fresh meat at the deli.

I realised, I didn’t have my wallet. Jess saw my discomfort as she reached into her purse and pulled out some cash, to pay the driver.

We walked up the driveway to a very posh house in Remuera. It was big and flashy as were all of the cars in the driveway. Merc’s Beemers, Audi’s.

We stood at the front door and Jess gripped my hand tightly. “Here we go babe. Are you ready?”

She reached out and pushed the bell. I realised she was as nervous as me. We could hear the thumping drum and bass pounding out from inside.

We waited a few minutes before the door opened and there standing in the door was this massive guy dressed as Frank N Furter. His costume even skimpier than ours. He had a certain grace, obviously not embarrassed at all by his attire. “Jessica, how lovely to see you.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.”

When he stood up he turned to me. “And you must be Daniel.” His hand reached out and we shook hands. I noticed, his fingernails were longer and redder than mine.

He stood aside and waved us into his home. He was a big guy, tall and muscly, athletic. He turned as we walked in. “Jessica, may I say you look wonderful. Fabulous costume.”

Jess said. “Thanks Paul, you look pretty hot yourself.”

He smiled in acknowledgement. “Daniel, I have to say you look absolutely gorgeous. Jessica said you were nervous. Well I don’t understand why. You look divine.”

Jess jumped in. “Paul, tonight, we decided Dan was going to be Dani.”

With a soft girly voice, he said. “Oh wonderful choice. It suits you.” He gushed as he stared at me. “Dani it shall be.”

As we walked into the main room, the music hit us like a wall of noise. It hit you on the chest, reverberating through your whole body.

Paul walked us into the throbbing throng of about fifty people, some dancing. Some milling around in small groups. I was stunned. If I thought what we were wearing was risqué, well I was shocked to find we were probably the most conservatively dressed.

Looking around the room, I struggled to see whether some party goers were men or women. Jesus Christ. What a show.

Jess gave a squeal and ran over too a bunch of what I supposed were women. As they kissed and hugged, she waved me over and introduced me. I was wrong, they weren’t all women. One was Another male dentist from the practice. I went to shake Andy’s hand but he leaned in and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He was dressed as a naughty school girl He wore a midriff baring white blouse, tied at the front. A tartan mini skirt that showed of his black seemed stockings. He steepled over me, in what must have been five inch stiletto’s. His wig was long and glossy black. His makeup was incredible. Obviously professionally done.

He said in a very sexy husky voice. “Come on over and I’ll get you some punch. You’re going to love it.”

Jess and I picked up glasses and dipped them into the punch bowl. I took a sip of mine, and shivered as the powerful alcoholic beverage filtered through me. “Bloody hell that’s strong.” I gushed.

Jess, who had taken a large gulp as well, was trying not to wince to hard. The fact her face was contorted into a deeply etched mask, made it hard to hide. Once she swallowed she said loudly. “Golly, that is dangerous.” It didn’t stop her from having another sip.

Andy picked up a plate that had little chocolate slices. “Have one of these as well, it takes the edge off.”

I took a little nibble, god it was sweet, but it did make the punch a little easier to take. Jess leaned in close. “What’s it like?”

I slid what remained of my slice into her open mouth. She chewed slowly as she delighted in the sweet raspberry and chocolate flavours. She had hardly finished when she reached for another. As we stood looking around the crowd I whispered. “Good god, look at this lot. I can’t tell the men from the women.”

“Yeah sorry sweets, but you are not the sexiest girl here tonight. Take a peek at the girl standing by the door. The one dressed as cat-woman. That is Desmond. He is the radiologist.”

I was stunned, he was wearing a skintight latex suit, which covered his body showing off a very feminine curve. His arse stuck out, just like a woman’s. The knee high patent leather black boots, must have had a four inch stiletto heel. God knows how he walked in those.

“Holy shit, that’s a guy?”

“Yes and I notice he is giving you the once over.”

Shocked at her blatant sexuality. “Stop it.” I rasped sarcastically. “He’s looking at you.”

She gulped down her punch and dipped it back in the bowl for another. I mumbled. “Careful, that is bloody strong.”

She smiled, leaned against me and whispered. “Relax, we are among friends. Let yourself go for once, enjoy.”

Andy came back with a tray, on it were little coconut covered treats. They were only tiny. Jess took one and chomped it down quickly. Seeing the delighted smile on her face I decided to try one as well. I was finishing mine when Andy said, in a shocked growl. “Wow, slow down Jessica, those are pretty good.”

She finished her second and said. “I’m going to go and talk to Paul for a while. Have fun baby.”

Andy gave me a little smile. “Come on, you can help me deliver these.”

I still felt self conscious, but followed him meekly as he wandered around the group. Well, he glided effortlessly, and I staggered behind him. He introduced me, as we went. I tried to look casual, walk tall, but the bloody shoes made it almost impossible.

On more than one occasion, I had to grab and hold Andy’s arm for support.

We got to the other side of the room where, Desmond, the radiologist was standing. God he looked so much like a real woman. His figure looked so convincing, so shapely. I tried not to be to obvious as I let my eyes run up and down his body.

He was quick though and noticed straight away. He smiled almost sneeringly, his camp squeaky voice purred. “Hello darling, I’m Desiree, and who might you be?”

Andy replied laughingly. “This is Dani, isn’t she divine?”

With a pronounced purr Desiree replied. “Very sexy, I love the costume my dear.”

“Thanks.” I stuttered. Suddenly feeling very intimidated and vulnerable. I kept tugging at the bottom of my skirt, trying in vain to keep my knickers hidden.

Andy chuckled at my attempts. He spoke to Desiree, “Seen anything that takes your fancy Hon?”

“Only this delectable little creature.” he purred.

“Trust you.” Andy replied.

Feeling very embarrassed I sunk what was left of my punch in one long gulp. Guess I was getting used to it. Andy saw my empty glass and said. “Stay here, I’ll get you another.” Desiree and I watched as he strutted like a supermodel to the drinks table.

“God, look at that arse. Beautiful isn’t it?” Desiree whispered.

I swallowed hard trying to hide the shock. Desiree started some small talk about what I did, where I was from. The usual stuff. I was nervous, and feeling conscious of what I was wearing. All around the room there were couples, dancing and some of it was suggestive. Lots of grinding and close bodies.

There was laughter everywhere, the hub bub of conversation. Andy arrived with a tray of glasses. As he neared Paul and Jess arrived. I noticed that Paul was guiding her, with his hand resting on her arse. The smile on her face allayed my fears that anything untoward was going on.

“Are you enjoying it babe?” She asked.

Before I could answer Desiree said. “We have been having so much fun. Dani, has been telling me all about himself. You have a hot one here Jess. I’m jealous.”

She giggled sexily with him as we all grabbed fresh glasses off the tray. Paul said, “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself young lady.”

His eyes bored straight into me. “Lady, what.” I thought.

He quickly skulled his drink and said to Jess. “Finish that my dear and perhaps we could dance?”

Jess without even blinking finished her drink in a quick gulp and let him slide his arm around her waist as they headed out onto the dance floor.

The music was pumping loudly, they mixed straight in. Paul gyrating sexily and Jess responding in kind. As the bodies around then bounced and rocked, they did likewise.

Andy, Desiree and I stood very close together and Desiree reached into the black glossy handbag draped around her shoulder and pulled out a little bag. She said to Andy, “Would you like one Love?”

Andy nodded and she pulled out a little tab and placed it on his tongue. She turned to me. “What about you darling? You look like you could use one.”

I was about to say what is it, but as my mouth opened to speak she placed the little tab on my tongue. “Wash it down darling.”

I lifted my glass and had a sip. Drugs is something I had never done in my life. I never even smoked pot.

As we watched the dancing, I went to shift my weight and toppled over. Desiree opened her arms and I fell back against her.

She let her hands fall to my hips and she held me there. My back to her. I felt the enormous heat radiating from him, I mean her. I mean, god knows. My mind was in turmoil.

I went to stand up but he held me in place. I felt the strange sensation of a rather large cock digging into my bum, as he gyrated against me. His brightly coloured glossy lips grazed my neck. His breath hot and moist wafted across my flesh. Unbelievably, I shivered, noticing my own cock stirring, growing.

My mind wouldn’t focus. I felt Andy moving beside us as he moved in closer, his hand sliding down in front of me, brushing against my now quickly hardening cock.

He leaned in close and his wet succulent lips rested on my other ear. “I think somebody’s enjoying this, aren’t they, my sweet?”

Befuddled, my mind refused to process anything. Thoughts wouldn’t converge. All I could feel was my cock, and it was growing harder than I could ever remember as Andy’s hand rubbed it surreptitiously, through my skirt.

With a flash of cognition I managed to get my body to move, pushing away from Desiree, and bumping Andy away. “I have to get a drink.” I spluttered.

“Hurry back darling. We’ll be waiting.” They both giggled evilly.

Jesus, I staggered awkwardly as I walked to the drinks table. As I walked through the dancers Jess saw me and pulled me into a tight embrace. Her arms slipped around me and we danced, swirling and swaying to the music. Her hands dropped to my hips and she pushed her pelvis hard against me, grinding in circles.

She giggled as she recognised I was hard. Her mouth opened and she nibbled and sucked on my ear. “Wow, you must really be enjoying the party. You’re just as hard as Paul.”

I wanted to say what, but with her hot moist breath flowing over my skin, her pussy grinding on my erection. I was lost.

Closing my eyes I relaxed a little enjoying the erotic sensation. At least I was out of the clutches of those two evil pricks. “God it’s a wonderful party isn’t it babe.” She breathed. “So many sexy costumes. I’m feeling very horny. Somebody is getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh fuck, I hope so. You owe me big time.” I replied. Her lips closed over mine and her tongue slithered into my mouth. Just then I felt the heat of a body behind me. We broke our kiss and I looked around to see Paul grinding on my arse. She was right, he was hard. I could feel it jammed against my bum.

His hands reached right around me and Jess and grabbed her arse cheeks, pulling the three of us together.

Jess grabbed my head and held me as she kissed me again.

That’s when I felt Paul’s lips kissing my neck, Biting, nuzzling. Christ he was a big guy. He stood easily a foot taller than me. He had to bend over to kiss my neck.

Fuck I needed to move, to get away. What would Jess think if she knew his cock was grinding against my silk covered arse cheeks, trying to push up my bum crack.

As I tried to move, he mistook my movements as pushing back and he increased the power of his probing cock, it felt huge as it pressed into the crack of my bum. If anything my movements were inciting him.

Thankfully the couple dancing beside us bumped into us and we were sent reeling. I managed to grab Jess and held her hand as I stumbled off towards the drinks table. We reached it, both puffing and panting.

“Holy shit Jess, what are you doing?”

Her face looked confused, her eyes glazed. “What do you mean babe?”

“That dancing with Paul, wow, it was pretty bloody sexy.”

She leaned in and kissed me. “Are you mad at me?”

Struggling to get words out I mumbled. “Shocked Jess, I’m bloody shocked.” As I gazed into her eyes, I could see how glazed they were. She was wasted.

“Sorry Dani, I just got carried away. I was having so much fun. I have never enjoyed a party as much.”

“Jess, you’re stoned or something. Just be careful, god these people are all bloody perverts.”

She giggled, charged with an erotic sexuality I had never heard in her voice before. “The way Desiree over there is watching you. I think you better watch out too.”

Deep shame flashed through my body. Had she seen us earlier, the way he and Andy groped me?

I decided I needed to get out of the room, get my breath. “I have to pee, do you know where the loo’s are Jess?”

She pointed up the hall. “The ladies are using the ones on the left.”

I walked, well lurched like a drunken sailor up the hall. There were a couple of women, standing by the loo. One said. “Men are using the loo in the master bedroom.” She pointed to the last door on the right.

Opening the bedroom door I called out. “Anybody in here?”

Hearing nothing I walked into the loo and standing over the bowl tried to pee. Bloody hell it’s hard to pee with a hard on. My dick had never been this hard, and it wouldn’t go down. Ever since Desiree groped me, I had a hard on that would not go down.

I stood over the bowl, holding my skirt in one hand, the other pushing down my panties and holding my cock. I closed my eyes, willing it to go down, but it just wouldn’t.

I just about shot through the roof when I felt a body pressed right up behind me. Turning slightly, I saw Desiree. His hand slipped around my waist grabbing my cock. His lips kissing my ear. His breath moist, hot, purring. “Need a hand do you darling?”

His fingers closed around my cock, which jumped under his touch. He stroked it, his hand pushing mine off the end. His own erection, although trapped in his latex suit was pressed hard up against my bum. As he pressed forward I tried to lean away, but found myself trapped against the bowl. I had to put one hand up against the wall to support myself.

His lips hot and wet kissed and nibbled at the fleshy part of my neck.

“Get away!” My mind screamed, but the words were trapped in my throat. His fingers light and gentle stroked along the length of my cock, squeezing, stroking. His mouth opened wide and he sucked at my flesh like Vlad the impaler. I felt my flesh being sucked into his mouth.

What the fuck was happening to me? Jesus, I was being assaulted. I wanted to scream, I really did. Why I pushed back, grinding against his erection, I’ll never know. Was it subconscious arousal. I mean, it felt like a woman. His hands were so soft, and his touch so gentle.

His mouth stopped sucking, but gave me no relief, he kissed his way to my mouth. “Turn away.” I tried to tell myself, but no I turned accepting his kiss. His hungry mouth feeding on mine. His tongue forceful and rapacious. His hand stroking my cock, me grinding back on his.

Just at that moment there was a loud voice behind us. “Hello then. What’s going on in here?” It was Andy, and he had a huge grin on his face.

Desiree turned to see him and whispered sexily. “Oh, I was just helping Dani, he looked like he needed a hand.”

His fingers with their long blue fingernail polish still held my cock. “Oh lovely.” Andy whispered lewdly. “Can I have a feel?”

His fingers, with equally as long pink nails slipped inside my silk panties and curled under my balls. His fingers cradling and massaging them softly. Desiree’s hand stroked up and down my rigid shaft. Andy leaned in close. Desiree’s mouth returned to nibbling my ear. “Fuck, your cock feels so good, do you like that darling?”

Talk was impossible because Andy’s full ripe lips crushed mine in a searing passionate kiss. His tongue a powerful marauder assailing mine as they played tantalisingly together.

My hands moved of their own volition. I threw one around Andy’s neck to stop myself from falling. My other hand Andy grabbed and placed up under his skirt. His cock, throbbing, and as hard as a steel bar. His tiny panties doing nothing to hide his erection.

For the first time in my life I held another man’s cock in my hand. Okay it was still in his silken purse, but it was there, in the palm of my hand. He let my hand go, returning to caress my balls. I couldn’t believe I did it, but. My hand rubbed and caressed his cock as it twitched and jerked under my caress. A little wet patch appearing under my palm.

This had accelerated so quickly, it was now completely out of control. I felt helpless. I could feel the cum bubbling as Desiree”s hand worked faster and faster up and down, caressing and squeezing. Jesus, I was going to cum. Oh fuck no. “Please god, save me.” I thought.

I was saved. There was a loud laugh behind us and we all jumped in shock. There was one of the other guys, the sexiest nurse I had ever seen. Was it a man, his voice was the give away. “Come on girls, some of us need to pee.”

We stumbled out rearranging ourselves as Andy said. “Sorry Gerald.”

Gerald answered with a lecherous laugh. “Well don’t run away. When I’m finished I’ll lend a hand.”

Fuck, I staggered back out of Desiree’s arms and said something stupid about needing a drink.

I felt disgusted and aroused. Angry at myself for letting it happen. What the hell would Jess say. She would be disgusted with me. God, she would want a divorce.

As I tried to stagger away Desiree grabbed my hand. “Darling, slow down. You can’t go out looking like that.” She turned my head to the mirror and I saw what she meant. Our lipstick and makeup was smudged and smeared over our faces.

She dipped her hand into her purse and drew out some cleansing wipes and started tidying up. My emotions were on high alert. Mt heart beat like a thrashing drum. My breathing was so ragged. I pushed at Desiree’s clutching hands and reeled away. I needed to escape.

When I walked into the main room, I noticed the crowd had dwindled a little. The music was slower and sensual. The lights were low. Jess was in Paul’s arms as they danced. It was more a sexy sway. Her arms locked around his neck. His hands clutched firmly under her arse as they ground sensuously against each other. Their pelvis’s stuck together like glue. His mouth was firmly glued to hers and the way their cheeks bulged grotesquely, the kiss obviously very deep and passionate.

It felt like a slap on the face, it took me ages to reach them, my head spinning, the world fuzzy and moving. I patted Paul on the shoulder. Their heads parted and both turned to look at me. Jess panting softly murmured. “Dani, hello babe.”

She twisted out of Paul’s arms and into mine. Her eyes even more bloodshot and glazed, her words groggy. “What happened babe. Your lipstick is all smudged, and smeared everywhere.” She giggled clumsily, “Have you been naughty?”

She grabbed my hand and led me up the hallway and into the toilet the ladies had been using.

She got a cloth and wiped the lipstick away, touched up my makeup and reapplied the bright red lipstick.

“What were you doing Jess, I mean. Paul was all over you.”

She looked at me with a guilty smirk. “Sorry babe, I got carried away. He is such a lovely kisser. Please don’t be mad.”

It was like she didn’t care, like it was not a big deal.

Her hand drifted down and caressed my still bulging panties, but now there was a wet patch covering most of the front. “Seems like, I’m not the only one who got carried away. Who have you been snogging?”

I was lost for words, I wanted to argue, to tell her off. But what could I say. I had done much worse than her snogging Paul.

She turned in my arms. “It was only some sexy dancing and a kiss babe. Sorry if it upset you.”

The words spluttered out. “Jess, maybe we should go. This is getting out of control.”

She gave me a sexy sad pout. “Oh, no. Not yet, please, can’t we stay a little longer. Pease, just for a while. It’s been so much fun.”

When I didn’t answer, she grabbed my hand, and led me out. “Come on. Let’s go and get a fresh drink.”

As we walked out she said. “Oh my god! Who gave you that love bite. You dirty little girl. Come on spill.”

As we walked up the hallway I lied. “Some woman jumped on me as I waited for the loo.”

She gave me an evil glare. “hhhhmmm, I thought it might have been Andy, she was looking for you earlier.”

“What!” I spluttered. “He’s a guy.”

“There are no guys here tonight Dani. Tonight, we’re all girls. Relax hon. I wouldn’t have been upset.”

We got to the drinks table and she scooped us both out fresh glasses of punch.

We stood together sipping our drinks. “Have you enjoyed tonight Dani?” She asked.

“It’s been an eye opener, I’ll give you that.”

She held me tight as we sipped our drinks, her voice soft, sexy and seductive. “I can’t explain it, but I feel so alive, so free. Dani, I have never felt like this before.”

“Yeah, I think they drugged those things we ate earlier.”

“Nooooo. I think you’re wrong. I think it’s just the night. It’s been wonderful.”

Paul appeared beside us, and as we stood talking. His arms slid around Jess’s waist and he pulled her close. She looked up into his eyes. “Shall we dance again?”

He gave me a questioning look. “Is that all right Dani? Would you mind if we danced for a while?”

I shook my head. I just hoped that after my complaint Jess would be a little more circumspect.

A couple of people I didn’t know arrived at the drinks table and we fell into conversation. A man and wife, although you would never know. Larry the husband, looked incredible as Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. His legs were amazing, and his Wife Loris looked spectacular as Zena Warrior princess. They were both dentists and worked part time at the practice.

I wandered off out into the gardens. I needed to pee, but I was scared about going back into that bedroom alone.

I found a bush and stood for ages trying to pee. My cock just wouldn’t go down. I lowered my panties and let my dick go, it just hung there, bouncing with every pulse. I hoped the cool night air would be enough. I finally managed to squeeze out a few drops, that slowly built into a relieving bladder emptying stream. Now I prayed, maybe it would finally go down.

After finishing. I wandered around the gardens. What a posh bloody place. The fresh air allowing my head spin to slow, and the world to come slowly into perspective.

When I walked back inside a while later. Andy and Desiree were waiting just inside the door. “So there you are you naughty girl.” Desiree purred. “We thought we had lost you.”

Andy pushed a fresh glass into my hand, slipped his arm through mine and raised his glass. “Cheers sweetheart. Here’s too good friends.”

We drank to his toast, but Desiree moved in close to me. His hand sliding down my torso, then back up under my skirt. He grasped my cock with his hand as his mouth feasted again on my neck. I felt another love bite appearing. Andy without waiting leaned in for a kiss. This time I tried to fight him off, but he wasn’t going to be denied. His kiss was wet and passionate, his tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth.

Desiree moved behind me again. Her shiny black latex covered cock pressed against my bum.

I looked up to see my wife, Jess staring at us. She looked shocked, but not disgusted. Our eyes were locked together as Andy’s tongue ravaged my mouth.

Jess’s mouth edges curled, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

It was then the realisation set in. Paul was behind her, his hands roughly massaging and mauling her tits as she ground back against his cock. His mouth attached like a leach to the side of her neck.

I watched on in horror as she turned her head to his and they kissed. Not a friendly kiss, a deep sensuous passion laden kiss. Their tongues battling, playing, dancing.

“Fuck.” I breathed. Andy who had broken our kiss said seductively. “Yes, god yes. I want you bitch.”

His hand inside my panties caressed and fondled my wildly pulsating shaft.

Desiree’s hands were also in my panties, but his attack was from behind, his finger probing at my anus.

I wriggled and writhed trying to dislodge it.

His feet moved inside mine pushing my legs apart. His hand in my panties reaching through to caress my aching balls.

“Feel my cock Dani, see what you’re doing to me babe, feel it. Go on, touch me.” Andy whispered hoarsely.

I reached under his skirt. His cock straining under the tight silk confines of his panties. I slipped my hand inside, his hot hard throbbing shaft filled my hand.

“Oh fuck yes bitch. Damn that feels good, go on, stroke it.”

Desiree moaned loudly as she sucked frantically on my neck, nibbled and nuzzled my ear. “Fuck, you’re a hot little bitch. I can’t wait to fuck you. Do you want that slut.”

What the fuck were they saying. I couldn’t even believe it was happening. I looked up sharply to where Jess had been, hoping that maybe she would save me.

Jess, though was busy, Paul’s hand was up under her scrunched up skirt. His hand in her panties, She eased her feet apart, giving him better access. Her face was laying back on his shoulder, rolling slowly from side to side. The ecstasy more than evident. Her hand behind her bum, and I watched as it moved. Fuck, she was playing with him.

I was brought back to my own situation, as Andy’s cock slid in and out of my hand as he fucked it, moving in thrusts, making me stroke him.

Desiree grabbed my other hand and placed it over her latex covered cock, the shiny black material doing nothing to hide the bulge that was a very large erection.

I was lost, Desiree’s hungry mouth again found mine. The kiss beyond passionate as he tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. It was crazy.

I glanced up and saw Jess and Paul were gone. I quickly scanned the room. I couldn’t see them anywhere. I could feel myself panic, frantic. Andy sensed it and whispered. “Honey, they went to the bedroom.”

“What, where?”

Desiree stopped her rapacious attack on my mouth and whimpered. “Darling she went with Paul. I saw her leading him up the hall by his cock. About now he is probably sliding deeeeeep into her pussy.” the emphasis was on deep.

“Oh god no.” I murmured.

“We could go and join them if you want darling?”

In panic mode I whimpered. “We could?”

He grabbed my cock and turned and walked towards the hall, dragging me painfully along behind him. “Come on honey. Let’s go and watch Jess get that lovely big cock.”

When we walked into the bedroom. Paul was on his back, Jess naked except for her stockings was on her hands and knees over him. Her mouth sliding lewdly up and down his thick glistening cock.

“Oh fuck yes.” Andy hissed salaciously.