A night at the Venetian Masquerade

[MrMagicHappens]

Preface

This is the story about Victoria and David who attends a masquerade in Venice, which turns out to be a masked orgy for the invited guests to a Gothic theatre. First, I post the introduction, which is the background and setting for the tale, then I continue with Davids point of view over the first entry to the masquerade. I’m searching for a female co-writer to follow up and play out Victorias perspective, and from there, we live out their darkest desires as they let go and explore sexuality through an unreal night.

And, PS: I like to find reference photos when I write, so I add them. But please let me know if the looks don't fit your role, these can easily be changed

 

[MrMagicHappens]

Introduction

Victoria and David lived an ordinary life. They had married and pursued their careers, after which they had both found their jobs, her, as an accountant at an auditor, him as a sales negotiator in real estate. It was no more and no less, a happy routine life that sufficiently inspired them to get up and do their things in the mornings, and to sometimes find time for each other in romance.

They made an effort to spice things up from time to time. They would dress up for each other, eat by candlelight, spend nights at hotels, and sometimes watch couple-friendly porn in bed on weekends. On vacations, they tried to do romantic things, and so it was that they had been scanning through tourist recommendations for masquerades in Venice, to where they were going soon. They both had this shared romantic and somewhat erotic perception of Venetian masquerades, and they were thinking that there could be events to participate in while they were there. After following a few links, they had found one.

The event was to be held in an old Gothic theatre, in an old crocked mansion in one of the side canals. The price was high, but it all seemed very exclusive and exciting. Upon arrival, all participants would be groomed and dressed by professionals before entry, and after that, the party would commence, with free food and drink in a dreamlike seance outside time and reality, as the pitch said. There were 50 tickets total, 40 of which were already sold. After a brief consultation with each other, Victoria and David went for it, and a detailed itinerary was soon well landed in their inbox.

It was a while later that the couple finally arrived in Venice. The first night they dined on the canals and explored the surroundings of their atmospheric little hotel. By mid afternoon the next day say them well fed from a long lunch, and after freshening up, they made their way to the climax of the day, what they had been anticipating, to the Theatre Cathedral, as it was named.

The service was swift, humble and respectful, almost reverend, it seemed, as they were brought to a pleasant and warm changing room with dim lights and comfortable cushions. There, they were made up, dressed and made ready to go, with a glass of wine at their side, aided by pleasant and timid professionals of great integrity. When done, they were very different indeed. The sun was just reaching turning red on the horizon as they finally walked from the changing room and into the masquerade halls themselves. It was dim lit, an arched cathedral, held up by massive stone pillars allowing for dark corners, twists and turns, nooks and crannies. There were already quite a few people there, and everyone wore masks.

 

[MrMagicHappens]

David starts

He looked around, marvelling. First, at the place, the architecture. He soaked in the atmosphere, what this place must have seen, what must have happened here, it was like touching decadence of history. Then he focused in on the people, the clientele and the staff, all masked, the former fantastically, like Victoria and himself, the latter modestly, in dark suits and capes, wearing black masks, carrying drinks and refreshments, of which he served himself in passing, handed a glass to Victoria and taking one for himself. So far, this evening stood to the expectations, though he admittedly didn’t really know what those had been, nor what to expect from the rest of the evening.

They walked slowly down the stone steps to the main floor, which revealed the areas behind the massive columns. Many of them led to darker corridors, it seemed, where people were also gathered, in small groups, barely visible in the shades in the dim flicker of stearin. David pinched his eyes to better see the outlines in there. It was exciting and mystical, he thought, all these unknown other human beings, all of whom he would not be able to recognize should he meet them in the street tomorrow. It felt kind of intoxicating to him.

Pinching, and adjusting to the light, he was soon able to see more. Each time they passed a corridor his eyes were drawn down it. He was curious about what went on down there, forming fantasies in his head. And then he saw kissing, presumably a man and a woman I close embrace. A bit further down he saw it again, but this time something more. It seemed that there were three of them, one between two others, and the one in the middle seemed to turn, first kissing one, then another by his side. David blushed under his mask, he looked at Victoria, but she was looking the other way, and he said nothing.

A bit further down they stopped, and he looked at her, curious about how she experienced this new situation. Behind her, in a corner, he noticed an angel talking to the devil. A veiled and winged lady in a golden dress smiling up at a devils face, blood red and horned, a man in a long black cape. As David watched, the angels hand rose to the devils stomach, stroke it lightly and proceeded down. Then she slipped it down into his pants, clearly grabbing firmly onto the devils crotch. David gasped, which made Victoria look at him. He pointed and leant close to her, whispered, “Look! There! That angel is… She’s got her hand in his pants, see? I think she is… Kinda… Masturbating him?”

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

Victoria was absolutely astonished by the masquerade. The decor, the costumes, the also-costumed string sextet filling the hall with classical music; it was all so much more than she'd imagined she and her husband would see.

Of course, what she saw out in the open was only the start. As they made their way slowly about those dancing in the center of the hall, Victoria began to catch sight of the public displays of affection taking place in the darker corridors. With her left arm wrapped around the small of David's back and her right arm crossing her own torso to grasp his elbow, Victoria pulled the two of them closer, beginning to wonder if perhaps they'd come to the wrong masque.

Even over the music, she heard her husband gasped. “Look! There! That angel is… She’s got her hand in his pants, see? I think she is… Kinda… Masturbating him?”

Victoria had seen the two just a moment after David had and -- already blushing beneath her mask -- asked him quietly, "Do you think it's a … you know … one of those parties?"

The happily married couple had spoken of such things as orgies and partner swaps and threesomes before. But they'd never spoken of such things as possibilities in their life; they'd only been topics brought up as ways to fill their minds with lusty thoughts, to make the sex that would follow between them even hotter and more satisfying. Never in all their marriage had Victoria seriously contemplated being with another man, and she could only presume that David felt the same way.

She caught sight of a couple on the other side of the corridor in which the angel was beating off the devil. They were huddle close together, watching the other couple. Victoria looked to her husband's mask, wishing she could see his face behind it, wishing she could know whether or not he was as interested as watching the first couple as was the second couple.

"This way," Victoria whispered to him as she turned them into the corridor. "I want to watch."

Three steps later, they were in the darkened passage just ten feet from the lovers, if they could be called that. The female half of the Peeping Toms -- dressed in a skin-tight jester's costume that left virtually nothing to the imagination -- look to David and Victoria. Her mask left her mouth open; her bright pink and blue painted lips spread in a smile before she extended her tongue and made a lewd up and down gesture with the tip of her tongue … directly at Victoria.

"Oh my god!" Victoria whispered to David as she turned her face away again, forgetting that the flirting woman could see her thousand degree blush. She asked with shock, "Did you see that?

 

[MrMagicHappens]

"Do you think it's a … you know … one of those parties?" She said, and David did, but as she said it, he was to stunned to say anything. After a few seconds, he looked at Victoria. She was looking the other way now, and who could blame her, it would be an understatement to say that there was an overload of sensory input happening all around them.

Reassured by Victoria's arms clinging to him, he looked around as well, gathering himself as he adjusted to the situation, and pretty soon he felt calm. It was actually very interesting. Somehow he felt dis-attached from this world, and observer, and he was happy to sense how he felt Victoria was there dis-attached with him. David really loved his wife so much, he felt that there could be nothing they could not get through together.

Yes, he thought, it was one of those parties, there could be no doubt. There were a lot of deep kissing, fondling, cuddling of more intimate arts. He saw a girl in a butterfly costume sporting a cup-less corset. He saw a guy dressed as a witch hunter or what it was, only in his belt he did not carry stakes, he carried dildos. Looking at everything in light of their new realization, David now saw all the flirty conversation, touching, feeling, this was going to escalate, he thought.

His gaze was just returning to the unholy angel on devil situation as Victoria spoke, "This way, I want to watch."

He was pulled from his thoughts, and, sliding his palm over her hand on his elbow, to show her he was there as much as to make sure she did not let go, he followed her into another dark passage. It was only now that he saw the other couple, most of all the harlequin, who was looking directly back at them. The man, some sort of druid or priest, was looking right over to the angel and devil.

David met the harlequins eyes, but had to withdraw quickly. It was so intense, he did not think he was ready to meet anyone's eyes but Victoria's for a little while. Then Victoria spoke again "Oh my god! Did you see that?"

He hadn't seen anything, and did not have any idea what she was referring to. Fearing something might be wrong, he tensed for a moment, but soon saw that Victoria was fine, and he relaxed. He followed his wife's gaze and in the end of it he found the harlequin. Victoria was gaping, the harlequin was giggling. Then, her are rose slowly, her wrist pivoted theatrically, and with three fingers, she seductively beckoned Victoria her way, while slowly licking across her lower lip. He now knew what Victoria was talking about.

The harlequin was delicious, he now noticed. In their relationship, Victoria and himself had always been up front about it when they saw someone that made them lustful, so he was accustomed to not be ashamed about seeing her that way. He looked at her curves, her hips and her breasts, her long slim legs. Then he looked at Victoria.

"Would you..." He hesitated, struggling to find the words "Could you..." He swallowed "I mean, do you want to? - If you did want to, I think you could, you know that, right?"

After uttering those words a tingling sensation ran through him. Part of it came from his crotch, he was aroused, and part came from the stomach, what will happen now?? It said.

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

The shapely jester gestured Victoria her way, making yet another suggestive sign with her tongue. A moment later, David asked, "Would you... Could you... I mean, do you want to? - If you did want to, I think you could, you know that, right?"

By the time her husband's inquiry ended, Victoria's mouth was wide open with shock. Was he suggesting that...? Yes … yes! He was! David was … was what? Was he simply asking? Was he suggesting? Was he giving permission?

David made a little sound that caught Victoria's attention; she realized it was a grimacing grunt from how tightly she was now gripping his upper arm. She relaxed her pincer hold, apologized, then looked back to the woman again. She started to speak, but whispering as low as she was behind the double mask, she feared he would not hear her. She lifted her hands to where her jaws met her jaws neared her ears and unhooked the plastic lower half of her mask from the shaped-cloth upper half.

She exposed her face from her cheeks downward. The masquerade's body artist had -- with a combinations of makeups and paints -- decorated Victoria's face such that one could hardly tell she'd removed the mask's lower half. Her face was almost white as a sheet, her lips gold with a sharp, thin, black lining accentuating their shape.

"Are you asking me if I want to...?" Victoria began. But she didn't finish the question. Instead, she suggested, "Perhaps … maybe we should just talk to her first … ask … see if this is really what we think it is … and … and that she was … you know … suggesting what we think we were suggesting."

As quietly as Victoria thought she was talking to her husband, the jester heard every word. The woman whispered to her partner, who glanced toward David and Victoria, then mouthed what the latter thought was Have fun. The jester then closed the ten foot gap between herself and David, moving up close to them, most definitely into what most would consider their personal space.

"It is what you think it is," she said with a seductive tone, looking between the two pairs of eyes peeking out through their masks. Then, moving closer until her own bosom lightly came into contact with Victoria's, she looked right into the eyes of the happily married couple's female half, licked her lips suggestively, and said in a velvety tone, "And I was suggesting what you think I was suggesting … that I would love to taste you between your thighs."

Victoria was simply in shock. Her painted lips were wide; her heart was pounding; a second, or maybe it was a third chill ran up her spine.

Then, following a protocol of which neither David nor Victoria were aware as they had never been to this masque, the woman looked to David and said, "I ask for your permission to partake of your partner. May I have it?"

Of course, the woman would ask Victoria the same question, too. But she started with Victoria's partner first, because if there was to be a no, it was more likely to come from him.

 

[MrMagicHappens]

It all transpired like in a haze to David. He did not see anyone by the harlequin and his wife, the love of his life, and he could literally feel how these seconds, that seemed like hours, even years, were skillfully crafted and molded into his memory. For life, he already knew that he would be able to bring it back and rerun it, in every precise motion, every drop of sweat breaking currently on his forehead and shin. And it would not only be what he was seeing, hearing, sensing, it would be with every full blown emotion that he felt now, and somehow also every emotion had ever felt for her, Victoria, somehow the range of everything he would ever feel for her as well, somehow... They were close to psychedelic, the thoughts that flew through his mind right now, tingling in harmony with his entire body, which pulsated with heat. He was shaking mildly.

By conscious effort he restrained his primal mind and left it to do it's work in the background. At the top of his head he was thinking about the more current situation. This was real, the jester was asking for his wife's lust and inevitable release, but what was Victoria thinking? She had been suggesting to go talk to her, to "see if this is really what we think it is … and … and that she was … you know … suggesting what we think we were suggesting." Had Victoria been saying that she did want it, and that she wanted to confirm that it was true, or had she simply wanted to know if it was an option, before considering. Victoria would ultimately have to decide for herself, of course, but he had been asked permission, so what would he do? And what would it feel like, regardless of his choice? Then he though about something he had said himself just seconds (a lifetime) before. He turned to Victoria, smiled reassuringly, only to remember she could not see that through the mask. Holding her hands in his he spoke.

"I did say you could, you know you could" he started, angled his head to her, somehow the only way he could show a somewhat facial expression "and it's still valid," he continued "you can."

Keeping hold of Victoria's hands, he turned to the jester. "You may" he said, in a voice that did not sound like his own to him. "You have my permission to partake." He paused, then angled his head at the jester this time, maybe a bit more sinister, if that was to be noticed by anyone. "But know this: I will remain by my woman's side until she explicitly instructs me to abandon it. And if she utters discomfort, or, as in knowing her so well, I sense it in her, we leave, and we are not to be restrained."

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

"I did say you could, you know you could," David responded to Victoria before looking to the Jester and saying, "You may."

He spoke to the other woman further to ensure she understood the parameters of the permission he'd given, to which the Jester's lips smiled, then spoke casually but at the same time reassuringly, "Of course."

Victoria couldn't believe this was happening. Another woman -- a woman she didn't know in the least -- had propositioned her at a party in a public venue with people all around them … had propositioned her husband in a sense, too, asking him for permission to perform oral sex on his wife while he watched!

And David had said yes!

Victoria was shocked! Oh, they'd teased each other with such fantasies in the past, but they'd never acted on such suggestions. They had always been … well, foreplay, really, to their own one-on-one sex. But now!

She almost asked David are you sure? But before she could, the jester pressed closer to Victoria, their fronts from breasts to bellies to groins to thighs together … leaned her face in … hesitated … licked her lips … then pressed her mouth to Victoria's in the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced. Oh, David knew how to kiss; their first kiss years earlier had sent a chill up Victoria's spine and had led to her knowing right then and there that she would be getting naked with him in the very near future. The heat that first kiss between them had caused had been like nothing she'd ever experienced with a man.

But this kiss...!

Victoria had never kissed another woman before, which was probably why an almost painful chill had just rushed up her spine and caused her arms, legs, even her breasts and shoulders to break out in goose flesh. She'd fantasized about kissing another woman since her teens, and when that Katy Perry song came out and had straight women by the thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands searching about for the perfect woman with whom they could share an intimate, mind blowing lesbian kiss … well … needless to say Victoria had been one of them.

This kiss began softly, with the jester's lips barely touching Victoria's … pinching closed just a touch on her lower lip before opening enough to let the tip of her tongue entice the trembling woman to part her own lips. Victoria let them, and the kiss became more passionate, with lips further widening, tongues pressing out to touch one another … and all the while, the Jester's hands had found Victoria's body … one landing upon a hip, caressing toward the small of Victoria's back, pulling their lower bodies more tightly to one another … the other hand finding Victoria's waist, then caressing upwards to ultimately find a young, firm breast and squeeze it playfully.

Victoria moaned noticeably, then felt yet a second chill run up her spine. And whether it had been conscious or not -- she didn't honestly know -- as the Jester pressed her upper thigh into Victoria's crotch, Victoria did the same to her. She turned her head only slightly and her gaze as well to look to her husband for his reaction. But he was in her peripheral and she couldn't focus on him. Plus, he was still wearing both of his masks -- the plastic one which was full and the cloth one underneath it which wrapped around his eyes but left his mouth and partial cheeks open -- so she wouldn't have been able to see his face anyway.

The mask! Victoria suddenly thought to herself. That's why!

When they'd been with the masque's clothiers earlier, Victoria had inquired about why the masks were so complex. Hers was in three parts: a black, cloth, Zorro-like mask that hid only her upper face; a semi-rigid, lacy, gold colored mask that covered the first; and a plastic half-mask that attached to her headdress and -- as had been -- could be easily disconnected and set aside.

She hadn't understood the complexity of the coverings earlier, but it was all coming to her now: it had been designed this way to better allow for the intimate acts that the clothiers knew would be occurring tonight. And as if to prove her right, the Jester -- whose lower mask had been absent even before David and Victoria met her -- now removed her semi-rigid mask, leaving only her eyes and upper cheeks covered … as she began to slowly slide her body down Victoria's body … on her way to taking her position on her knees before the trembling married woman.

This time, Victoria did look to David. But, of course, she didn't see anything but his eyes. He, too, had a three part mask: the full faced plastic one, a cloth one that covered all of his neck and the portion of his outer face that the plastic didn't hid, and under that a small Zorro mask … all designed, Victoria now knew, to allow him to shed layers of anonymity to let him use his mouth on … on who?

Victoria looked down to the Jester, whose face was turned upwards, her eyes watching Victoria, her lips spread in a devilish smirk. Suddenly, Victoria's thought were not on how her womanhood was about to be visited by a stranger … but on how is she let this happen, her husband's mouth might be visiting the womanhood of a stranger, too.

Suddenly, there was a whole new aspect of this night filling her mind. She was about to be pleasured by a stranger's mouth … with her husband's permission … and with his presence! But … to receive without returning such pleasure would be rude … wouldn't it? She glanced to her left suddenly, finding the Jester's partner … staring at the trio with a wide smile of delight … as he caressed a massive erection that was so obvious within his body hugging costume. In an instance, Victoria realized the scope of what was happening here. And she began to wonder whether or not this was right.

But ... it was too late. While her mind had been running with thoughts of David putting his mouth to another woman -- perhaps even to this very Jester -- or of Victoria herself putting her mouth to this Jester or to her similarly costumed mate or to some other stranger whose identity would never be known to her ... while all this was flooding her brain … the Jester had reached her knees before Victoria … had slipped her hands under the long, flowing dress and tossed it over her head and backside, like some little girl slipping under a dining room table's cloth to play hide and go seek … had caressed her hands up the silk stocking to the bare flesh of Victoria's thighs … then to her hips … had taken hold of the tiny thong and pulled it downward, to midthigh...

… and then -- as those quickly working hands reached back to grasp Victoria's firm buttocks -- pressed her mouth and tongue to the yearning labia that no one other than her husband had tasted since long before they exchanged their vows.

 

[MrMagicHappens]

"Of course" was the jesters response. David felt a shiver of anticipation rush through his frame. His wife had been propositioned by an unknown lady, he had given his consent, and their newfound friend had admitted to his terms. Over the next second, his reflexes expected Victoria to pull away, but his wife hadn't, and now, the two of them, his lovely, innocent wife and the jester were enclosed. He took a step back to Victoria's side, staying close enough to be within arms reach to pull her out if it was needed, yet distant enough to give the two women some private space, if any such thing could say to exist in this particular place.

David watched as they pressed up close before him, the jester caressing Victoria's lower back, another hand angling up to cup and tease her breast. Then they kissed, and from the sway of Victoria's back, the soothing roll of her neck, David deduced that his wife was enjoying herself immensely. They had often talked about this, Victoria had been keen to talk about kissing girls, and David had been keen to listen, because, well, it was a huge turn-on for him, and since it was for her as well, it usually lead to wonderful sex, often conducted while Victoria whispered fantasies of female caresses in David's ear. They had a lot of fantasies like that, were free like that, this was one of them that came up quite often. But this time it was for real. He had no idea what he thought about that, and given it would take him some time to process, he disconnected his mind again, and just watched. He had been somewhat turned on for a while already, from seeing the first few couples kiss, but now it changed. He was getting aroused. Aroused by watching his wife being pleasured by another girl.

It was like watching a dancer, the jester, as she snaked her way down Victoria's erect body, looking up at her, fingers sliding down her side as she came to her knees. Her firm buttocks shot out over her heels, playfully wiggling it as she very swiftly and skillfully slipped in under Victoria's long skirt. Victoria was looking back at him, the lower part of her mask now gone, he could see the glistering moist on her lower lip, hung open, as her back arched. He could not see the jester hips up anymore, but from the small jolts that ran through Victoria, he gathered something nice was going on.

David was bulging. Growing. He looked at his wife, her buttocks heaving and rolling, the jester was obviously at work on what she had set out to do. Then he looked down at the jesters butt, rising and falling, as she slid in and out under Victoria's skirt. Then he looked up at her companion, the man. He was rubbing his crotch. First looking at Victoria, then the jester, then Victoria again. His gaze hazed by excitement, David looked back to the two girls, and very slowly his hand slid in over his crotch too.

And as, unbeknownst in the details to him, the jesters tongue flicked over Victoria's clit while smooth, slim fingers parted her lips and slipped inside her warmth, thoughts about whether he would enter both these girls tonight entered David's mind, and his erection throbbed.

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

After her husband had moved to give her and the Jester space, Victoria's hands had dropped to her side, then to her belly … but now she reached one to grasp David's forearm and, a moment later, the other down to press on the front of her dress … atop the other woman's skull … to make sure she didn't pull away!

What the Jester was doing to her was simply fantastic and unbelievable. Victoria had always enjoyed oral sex, both performing and being performed upon; David was fantastic at it and -- without exception -- had driven her to orgasm every time he'd gone down on her.

This was very different, though. The Jester was doing things to her David never had. It's because she's a woman, Victoria thought to herself as the movements of her lower body accentuated what the woman was doing with her fingers, lips, and tongue. It's because a woman knows what a woman likes.

Victoria looked to her husband, both her eyes and mouth wide as the pleasure welled within her. Both hands tightened on what they held; she leaned forward to slide her hand down the Jester's skull more toward where it met the woman's neck. She'd begun moaning but was now beginning to softly cry out with her exhalations.

Looking around, Victoria suddenly realized the was the object of attention of not just her husband and the Jester's Jester, but of the couple across the hall -- the man who'd creamed his pants and the women now licking cum off her hand -- as well as seven other people who had been in the hall or had come to it. Victoria felt a fiery blush fill her face again, and she almost pushed the Jester from her groin so that she could flee.

But … she didn't.

Instead, Victoria looked to her husband with an expression of desperation that -- despite the eye mask -- he would surely recognize from their many nights together. And a moment later, after holding a deep breath as the explosion built within her, Victoria gave out a loud gasp as she climaxed with a power amplified by the taboo nature of what was happening. The euphoria swept through her as she leaned over the Jester; she grasped even tighter to her husband, fearing her knees might give out and she'd collapse to the floor. She was lost to the ecstasy and for a long, wonderful moment, simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the waves of joyous euphoria.

 

[MrMagicHappens]

Both David and the jester's man rubbed slowly over throbbing erections as they watched the two ladies between them. Victoria clung onto Davids lower arm in a tightening pinch as her other hand slid over the jester's hair then around her neck, David recognizing her demeanor as she sometimes turned and looked at him. The twitches of her lips, the heaves of her frame, the mist in her eyes, something he could easily see, despite the mask hiding their surroundings.

David was looking around. They were attracting attention. They were central among a few clusters of people gathering around the halls and corridors that he could see, all masked gentlemen and ladies cuddled together, some whispering and pointing, some touching themselves, others touching one another, as hands and lips explored around him, David looked back at his wife just in time to catch her gaze, her gaze of climax, her facial tightening, the shivering of her lower jaw. Small whimpering cries that he knew so well, and he knew it as it happened, anticipating the almost painful grasp her hand made around his arm as she exploded, pushing the jester up on herself under the wide skirt.

Then she whimpered and relaxed, her tight grip remaining with a shiver as she bent over, leaning on the jester's upper back.

As the jester slowly pulled back out from the skirt veils, he saw a glimpse of skin down her buttock. All though her skin-tight suit was a one-piece, it seemed that it has handily crotch-less too, folding open along a line down along her crotch. The fold closed as she rose from her knees to a squirting position, looking up at Victoria with a naughty smile. The jester moaned, and wiped a drip of shining juice from her chin and lip, glistering in the flickered candlelight. David knew exactly how it tasted. Salty. His favorite taste. He know how it felt, too, he shivered a bit now that he considered how it was on another's lips. A woman's lips, even. It was like a dream.

"That was a true treat, madam" the jester said looking up from under Victoria's heaving bosoms. Slowly, catlike, she rose, massaging her body against Victoria's, and soon they again stood pressed together from top to toe, the jester's eyes and lips only a breath away from Victoria's.

She kissed Victoria's lips briefly, as her hand found Victoria's shoulder, stroked slowly down her arm, her hand resting only as it was holding it over Victoria's hand, hanging down to her side. The jester lifted Victoria's hand and turned it in on herself, placing it on her tummy, then guided it downward, into her crotch. The jester parted her thighs, her tight butt pressed back as her back arched, and her suit unfolded, allowing for Victoria's fingers to slide in between her lips, who slipped apart, warm juices already flowing onto Victoria's palm.

"Now you have given" she whispered in a seductive voice "it is only fair that I too give to you" she continued, damp breath on Victoria's cheek. Her hand over Victoria's, she pressed it upwards as her hips rolled down, and Victoria could now feel the jester's warm hole at the tip of her index finger.

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

Victoria's body was still trembling, her chest still heaving in the aftermath of her orgasm when the Jester rose to press against her and again press their mouths together. She could taste her own body'd natural lubricants on the other woman's lips and tongue. She'd often tasted her own self on David's lips and chin before. But to taste her own fluids in this way -- on the face of a stranger -- was something different.

Soon, Victoria was feeling the other woman's warmth and wetness on her fingers as the latter maneuvered Victoria's hand to between her thighs. Her eyes opened at the realization that her husband had already made, that the Jester's suit had an open crotch to it. Victoria let the other woman manipulate her fingers down yonder for a moment, but then -- finding herself becoming more excited -- began flicking the bean of the other woman in the same way that she often masturbated her own clit.

The Jester raised her hands to Victoria's breasts, groping them gently as her own bosom began to swell and shrink at the pleasure she was experiencing. They continued to kiss passionately, and occasionally Victoria would peek past the woman to find the gawkers enthralled with what they were seeing.

And then, a series of events took place that would shock Victoria … even though it was she who was inciting them.

First, she looked to her left to the Jester's mate and found yet another unimaginable thing taking place. The man's better than average sized cock was now out of his Jester's suit, which had an open slit as did his female counterpart's costume. But said cock wasn't just out. Nor was it just stiff as a rod. It was also being jerked -- long, hard, and fast -- by yet another man standing beside said male Jester!

Second, before she realized what she was even saying and not really even realizing that she'd remembered the words, Victoria asked the Jester, "May I have your permission to partake of your partner?"

The male Jester nodded, then said aloud, "Granted."

And finally … and she simply couldn't believe she was doing this … finally, Victoria began sliding down the wall against which her back was pressed … until her haunches were on her heels … her hands were pulling the Jester's thighs forward … and her mouth was instantly and somehow skillfully eating at the other woman's delicious pussy.

 

[MrMagicHappens]

Just what must have been a minute ago, or maybe ten, time had gone by with every second seeming like years. Now, it was all turned upside down. It was like time was a train, a speeding bullet, what transpired was in fast forward to David, yet, at the same time, he caught every glimpse of it, captured every acute sensation.

As Victoria's hand was led onto the jester's crotch, her man had found a man of his own, with a small spark of humor David mused to himself that this was no surprise. The man's woman had found herself a girl. His lips flicked in an invisible under his mask. The two men turned slowly towards each other, and the jester returned the favor. As his hand slipped under the other's robes finding a hard shaft of his own to hold in there, the men engaged in a deep kiss.

So the jester's man wasn't looking any more. He was occupied on his own. David was not, though, and as his gaze fixed back on the two ladies, he saw his wife sink down before her newfound lover, he saw how she greedily grabbed around the jester's hips, onto her buttocks, pulling her in. And Victoria started to lick.

Davids cock throbbed and pressed up against his pants. They stretched, but his girth was unbelievable. In his recollection, he had rarely if ever been this big and hard. He shifted, looking as the jester squirmed, hands tangled into Victoria's hair, hips rolling and pushing forward onto the tongue that pressed into her, the lips that engulfed and sucked her in. She was horny, the jester, turned on by my wife, David thought, and as he thought that, the jester came in a loud and long, moaning orgasm, rubbing her squirting pussy onto Victoria's face so that David could hear her make gurgling noises. Then the jester relaxed, panted, bent over Victoria the way Victoria just recently had bent over her.

The jester's tights remained folded wide open across her heaving ass as she regained her sense and balance, arching back up with a content smile, lending a hand to help Victoria to her feet. They kissed again, deeply, tangled together, tits pressing up against each other, hips, like dancing cats. David rubbed over his bulging cock and took a step closer, came up to their sides, not trying to hide from either of them how horny he was right now.

He looked at his wife. Then the jester. Then his wife again. What would Victoria say, he thought, to want he would suggest right now. He did not know. But his mind was made up. He was primal now. Something this night had made him. Looking at the jester, his wife, then both, then he spoke.

"And if I understand, ladies, I will probably have to ask you both..."

He looked up and down their soft, delicious bodies, then leveled to their faces.

"Do I have permission to partake?"

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

The feel and sound of the Jester cumming at the ministrations of her mouth was one of the most incredible things Victoria had ever experienced. She adored the feel and sound of her husband coming inside her; he had this moan and quick flinching in his body that had always announced his orgasm, and Victoria -- no matter their sexual position -- would always look to his face to catch that expression of deep, deep delight.

She did the same now with the Jester. As the woman's body announced her orgasm, Victoria looked upwards, through the tightly gowned bosom, to find the woman's mouth and eyes open wide as the euphoria rushed through her. Victoria could see the words Thank you! pouring out of that expression, as well as Don't stop!.

And she didn't. Victoria continued lapping at the Jester's swollen clit until the woman looked about to collapse down upon her. It was actually the Jester herself who ended the pleasuring, reaching a hand down to Victoria's chin to urge her mouth away. Victoria was suddenly aware of how wet her face was, and when the Jester helped her back to her feet, the latter went to work licking and kissing her own lubricants off the first-time-masquerader's lips, cheeks, chin, and even her neck.

As they were finishing, Victoria's husband stepped near, asking, "And if I understand, ladies, I will probably have to ask you both … Do I have permission to partake?"

Victoria answered by leaning toward her husband, taking his head into one hand, and pulling his mouth to her own for a long, deeply passionate kiss. As she pulled away, she wondered whether or not he tasted the other woman's pussy on her own mouth … and whether it made him even hotter for the other woman than he obviously was.

She had no concerns about her husband wanting to have sex with the Jester. How could she after having had so herself … and after having enjoyed it so incredibly. After all, he'd given her permission!

The Jester for her part responded, "You have my permission."

And then she, too, leaned in to take David's head and give him a soft but deeply erotic kiss. Victoria watched in what could only be described as awe as the two engaged their mouths and tongues. When their faces moved apart, Victoria was all smiles and even murmured, "Wow..."

The Jester turned her back to the pair of them, took a hand of each, and said, "Come with me."

They started past her mate but halted a moment. The male jester was leaning back against the wall now with the lion-dressed guest now on his knees, his mouth filled with cock. "I'm taking our new friends to our room."

The male Jester only smiled, casually waved them onward … and then let his head fall back as he groaned and emptied his balls into the other man's mouth. Victoria and David's Jester smiled to both of them as they watched her mate cumming, then led them down the dark hall. They entered a room through strings of beads; there were many rooms off the hall, not a one with a solid door that would hide the fun from others.

Victoria marveled at how all of this could be without her and her husband having known into what they'd been getting themselves. How had David learned of this event? She didn't remember. She knew he'd found it on the internet, but … but which of his friends had turned him onto the page … and had they partaken as well … and had they warned David of what he'd find here?

No … no! David had been as shocked as she had. When they got back to their hotel room, they were going to have a discussion about how they'd been led here. But right now, as she looked about the room into which they'd entered, Victoria had other things on her mind. It was very much a sex room: various surfaces upon which to fuck and suck, a wall of sex toys, select bondage devices (though it wasn't, per se, a BDSM dungeon), and more.

The Jester released her hold on David and Victoria's hands and turned to the latter. She pressed her ears up to Victoria's ear and asked with a purring tone, "I did for you … and you did for me. I would like to do for your husband. Would that please you?"

Victoria looked to David, considered the possibilities, then -- still looking at her husband -- told the women, "Yes."

"What would you like to watch me do to your husband … or … what would you like to see your husband to me?"

Again Victoria eyed her husband, this time with a devilish smirk. She put her mouth close to the Jester's ear and whispered. The Jester nodded to whatever Victoria's question was, followed by the latter saying, "I'd like to watch that."

The Jester kissed Victoria, gave David a hungry ogle, then turned away from them both to move to a cabinet with transparent drawers. As she opened some of them and began withdrawing things, Victoria went to her husband, hugged him tightly, stood on her toes, and said with excitement, "I'm so happy for you."

When the Jester returned, she handed David a condom package and a small squeeze tube of lube. Then, backing away, she moved to a device that had the look of a gymnastics vault platform except that it was covered in black faux-leather and had a multitude of both hand holds and wrist restrictions on it. The Jester leaned over the tilted end of the platform, grasped a hold in each hand, and parted her feet, more than obviously exposing her sphincter and her glistening pussy.

Victoria couldn't help but giggle a bit as she looked at the woman's offerings and told her husband, "She wants you to … you know … that thing that … that I wouldn't do. You know?"

 

[MrMagicHappens]

David knew exactly what Victoria was referring to. It was the one and only thing he had never done to her, and which he probably never would, which he respected, they both shared respect for boundaries. It was like her not sharing fantasies about him and other men, which he knew she did have, but that was a turn-off to him, despite the fact that they did certainly share fantasies about her and other women. Her and other men and him and other women were something they delved passionately about too, in certain situations, and now the threshold was to be crossed. Or two. Or several. David did not feel that he had the complete overview of the complexity of the situation that they found themselves in. This was something to revisit later, in a debriefing of sorts that he was certain that they would be having. At this moment in time, however, his mind returned to the acutely stimulating situation at hand.

The jester was bent over in place on the bench before him, her crotch high and naked in anticipation heaving towards him. He looked at the condoms and the lubricant in his hands, then at his wife, shivering from what he hoped was excitement beside him, then back at the jester. "Ok... Thank you... I mean... Are you ready?"

"Yesss!" the jester moaned, looking back at him with shiny eyes, wiggling her bum up at him, impatiently.

David did not look at Victoria now. Rather, he slipped down his stretch costume pants, and decisively lifted his cock out. It enjoyed the freedom, finally. He heard a gasp from Victoria by his side. He was sure she noticed how huge and swollen it was. It was at it's biggest and hardest, since he could not remember when.

He slipped a condom on himself, and opened the lubricant. Then applied it liberally along his coated shaft, leaving a thick drop around the head, to distribute downward on what was about to happen. Then, for the first time, he reached for the jester. She shivered as his hand lay itself onto her pussy. It was still running wet from Victoria's work earlier, and he rubbed it, folded his finger to catch her juices. Then his hand slid slowly backward and upward, along the crack, onto her ass.

He let the juices flow as he rubbed around and onto her back opening, stimulated her with a finger, and felt how her breath quickened, how she pushed herself back on him even further, even more eagerly.

Then he squeezed out more lubricant. Let it flow onto her ass now, before putting the bottle down, and applying it, rubbing it out in diminishing circles, until he was focused on her hole, which now glistered with juices. He was ready. He was looking at the ass in front off him. He took hold around his thick cock, and poised it downward. Then he bent over the jester.

With two fingers he opened her, and with the guiding aid of his hand he pressed his cock head onto her. Into her. It was a pop from her behind and a sharp whimpering sound from her mouth, and with that, his big, hard, long cock slid into her asshole. It opened much easier than he had anticipated. Inside, it was warm, slippery and wet. Holding onto her neck, bent over her, David started to fuck this delicious jester's ass in deep, slow motions.

 

[TooDamnCute4U]

As her husband prepared to fulfill his long standing fantasy, Victoria slowly moved away from him and toward the front of the platform … to a place at just a bit of an angle such that she could see both the Jester's face and the crevice of her ass where David was now spreading lube with his fingertips.

Victoria looked into the Jester's eyes and, smiling with delight, whispered, "Thank you."

The Jester smiled as well, reached out to take one of Victoria's hands in her own, and told her, "Take off my mask."

Victoria's surprise must have registered in her reaction because the Jester repeated the request. Moving slowly, as her husband was pressing the head of his cock at the Jester's hole, Victoria did as she was asked. Her first reaction was at the woman's beauty. She had the perfect, flawless face of a cosmetics model … for a moment, at least … until David's cock began penetrating the woman's asshole.

The expression that filled the Jester's face was one of pain … or at least … that was what Victoria thought she saw. She couldn't be certain; it had a bit of the same look she had when her husband thrusted into her own pussy … that sex expression as people called it with humor. But it was more intense, at least for a moment. Then, it seemed to lessen and almost become an expression of euphoria. Did she already cum? Victoria asked herself with shock. Can it feel that good? Have I been screwing myself out of some thing incredible?

But the sex expression returned again, and the two looks interchanged repeatedly … and looking between the woman's face and where her husband was now fully inserting his cock, then gently removing it, then repeating, Victoria realized she simply didn't have the knowledge and experience to understand what she was seeing.

Mask or not, Victoria knew David was in heaven. She knew his body language and sounds like no other woman ever would. She looked back into the Jester's face and could see the building pleasure, and she realized she wanted to see that in her husband's face, too. She moved quickly to David's side, reached up, and stripped away everything hiding his face: plastic mask, eye mask, and -- after stripping off his head dress -- even the black cloth that fit the non-face portion of his skull until everything above his neck was bare.

She laughed at him, then -- to explain herself -- reached up to smooth down his mussed hair. Then, Victoria kissed him passionately, pulled back, looked to where his cock was shoved inside the other woman's asshole, and told him, "Enjoy yourself, my love."

Victoria then moved back to the front of the platform, looking into the eyes of the Jester, who had since raised her upper body to her elbows. Victoria hissed her passionately as well, and gave her the same demand less the endearment: "Enjoy yourself."

Then, taking the other woman's hands in hers, she watched as her husband fulfilled a fantasy that even now Victoria was contemplating being a part of in some future night of passion.