The masquarade ball


photo by doug shwab

Emma was excited, titillated, “maybe even aroused?” she thought as she unwrapped the brown velvet envelope for the manyenth time and laid her naked dark brown body next to it on the great, scarlet, damask covered bed. It was her bed. She moved Robert to the guest room the year before last when he and his so called assistant spent three weeks on business in Europe. Her long tapered fingers gently folded back the gold veined tissue papers that brought a faint scent of fine cigars to her nostrils along with musks, patchouli, and ambergris, heavy, sensual... exciting smells. “Is he casting a spell? This... Golden? Is he a he?” She pulled the fine vellum invitation from the pouch.

“Emma, come to the masquerade ball... please
Golden...”

“Oh look at you! It’s a joke I tell you woman! Someone is sitting back and watching you moon around like a lovesick cow! Get a hold of yourself! Are you thinking of leaving me huh? Where you gonna go Emma? Where you gonna go! You need me and you need to get this thing out of your mind right now. Shit I don’t even believe you had the balls to tell me about something like this! What are you thinking? Did you meet someone on the internet? Those romances don’t work out Emma! I love you Emma!

She refused to let this ruin anything. She looked up at him.

“Relax Robert. I’m not leaving. I love you too. Even though I have the right I could call this a pay back, or a punishment for all of the times I’ve had to take your crap but I’m not. I am simply going to the Masquerade Ball tonight. What you need to understand is that it doesn’t matter if this is a real thing or not. I am going to go to the Masquerade because I have an invitation to the most secret and exciting event of the year. No way am I going to pass up an adventure like this. You see... this is about me my love. It’s got nothing to do with you. As they are saying now, you do you and I’ll do me. I’ll be back early tomorrow. You know I can’t stay up late.”

Robert looked at her walk naked to her closet where she pulled on some jeans, boots and a sweater.
He watched her gather up the brown velvet package and slide the invitation inside. He saw a golden edge of something peeking from the opening.
“What else is in there Emma?”
She looked at him while she pulled a beautiful golden mask from the pouch and placed it on her face.
“That Golden person send you that? Sounds like a girl’s name.”
Emma walked to the closet to get the garment bag that housed her costume. She draped it over her arm.
She walked to him to say
“You may be right. The only Golden I know of is an actress. I’m sure I’ll find out when I get there” She kissed him on the lips “don’t wait up”
“Emma... You think I am going to actually let you go?”
“You’ve no choice Robert. All the cheating you’ve done on me can be documented by those two little boys across town and their mother. If you try to keep me here I can easily add kidnapping to the divorce charges”
“You know about them? Di... divorce? You’ve filed?”
No. Look Robert... You’ve been doing you. Now let me do me. Or divorce me.”
Robert watched her leave the room. He sagged, his shoulders suddenly heavy with the burden of having to believe in someone, having to give the benefit of the doubt and pray he wasn’t making a mistake.
Emma, having left him with the coup de chagrin, drove to the city. It was a three hour road trip to her hotel suite to prepare for the ball.
Emma was driving down the highway with a smile on her face, a new sense of self and an adventure to look forward to. Her mobile started singing and when she realized he was calling, she laughed to herself while tossing the phone through the open roof of her Hyundai Sonata
“Maybe I won’t be back early tomorrow.”

2

Emma was lounging on the king size bed in her magnificent suite at Casa de Oro. When she received the invitation in the mail six months ago she made her reservation right then and there before she could change her mind. She would worry about expenses later. Her daughter, who was touring Europe with friends, would say “Way to go Mom!” Her daughter lived by her own code of ethics and rules. One of them being, “It’s not about not being able to afford it Mom... it’s about making it happen.”
She roused from her thoughts to answer the phone.
“Hello?”
Click
“Hello? Hello?!?! Is this Golden? Who are you? What...”
“Mrs. Jones this is the front desk. How can we help you?”
“I just received a phone call and whoever it was hung up when I answered. Can you tell me where it was from?
“I can only tell you that it originated from a payphone here in the lobby”
“Who was it?”
“That I don’t know Mrs. Jones”
Emma hung up and checked the time. The ball started in an hour.
While she soaked in the scented bathwater she thought about her mystery caller.
“It couldn’t have been Robert. Only the people who received invitations were kept updated as to the whereabouts of the ball and she found out early this morning by private messenger that it was near the hotel where she was told to call and make reservations for a suite and that a limousine would be waiting for a call from the front desk when she was ready to leave.
Robert was at work. Robert was always at work. Robert screwed around on Emma from day one. But that’s what men did. “Especially men like me! People look up to me!” “He’s such an actor” ran across her mind for a split-second as she lovingly and slowly dusted her body with the gold flecked powder that was on the dresser. “He loves me” she murmured into her fingers while she applied the sheer red tint to her plump and full lips and added a touch of gold to the center of her bottom lip with her manicured middle finger and the upper edge of her perfect cupids bow.
He loved Emma. He would die without Emma. Robert was so fine and temptation was always, always... there
Alas... Emma is a good woman and more beautiful than Robert is fine. Men always stare. the stupid ones, those kinds of men who think that if you are pretty you must be easy, follow her. They make fools of themselves trying to get her attention. She is as beautiful inside as she is outside. Someone had to tell her that the reason people always stare at her is because she is so beautiful. She thought she was ugly. This adventure gave her a reason to insist on being Emma Jones. She dabbed the giant black powder puff at her glossy black curly nether hair and took A minute to enjoy the way the flecks of gold nestled there.
She spun her brown and gold naked self around, her arms spread wide, her breasts madly jiggling hither and yon. She giggled out loud to herself. And did it again when she realized how cute it sounded. She caught a glimpse of her own magnificence in one of the floor to ceiling mirrors. She gasped when she saw her own ass looking like a golden flecked giant peach in the mirror that faced the back of her. She focused again on the mirror in front of her and decided she also liked the way her large breasts swayed and bobbed a little with her every breath. Seized by a sudden idea she ran to her make-up kit and grabbed the liquid metallic golden eye shadow and painted each nipple with a dense coat. She held them up and blew a delicate wind on each. Her big fat nipples reacted and the liquid metallic golden eyeshadow hardened along with them. The walls of her began to fill and swell with a golden honey of its own.

Emma welcomed the sweet intrusion because it had been so long since it had been this enjoyable. Sex with Robert had become a duty to perform. "I'm not doing that. Men don't do that." She often wondered if his grand-dad repeated that over and over to him while he beat him with a strap. She had a feeling the addendum, "But its alright for females though" was his alone.

She started at the quick rap on the door...

she opened the door just a tad, she was very naked after all...

but he could see enough, this young, very cute man who didn't avert his eyes while he announced

"Just a reminder Mrs. Jones, the ball begins in 10 minutes, your chauffeur awaits your call at the front desk whenever you are ready to leave." He finally looked into her eyes, smiled into them and told her, "You are so beautiful. Have a wonderful evening." he bowed and walked down the hall to the next suite, adjusting the arousal in his trousers.
Emma closed the door and walked back to the mirror; a bemused expression on her face. She swept her eyes down and up the image of her body.

"I know"


3


Emma stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. She had to stand still for a second to realize the front desk was across the lobby and down 4 steps. In that small amount of time she managed to snare the attention of every man, woman, and child in the room. Emma was absolutely stunning. It wasn't the golden gossamer goddess type gown she wore, that showed all of her golden flecked self underneath. It wasn't even those gold tipped nipples that she didn't bother to hide. It was her. Emma Jones had arrived and she wasn't even at her destination. The way she carried herself took her far beyond the comprehension of any and all who watched her body sway while she walked to her dumbstruck chauffeur , handed him her golden cloak to adorn her golden body and walked out of the glass doors to her limo.
"Mommy , that lady didn't have any underwears on!"
"I know"
"But Mommy!
"Shhh. It's okay for her."
"WHY? Why is it okay for her and not us?"
"Because... She got it like that... she isn't just a marble statue she's real... she is a real Goddess!
"A Goddess? a girl God?"
"No baby. Nothing like God... but a Goddess in the sense that she has found herself and she's so strong with it that she can't keep it hidden. It needs to glow. At this moment in her life nothing matters but the mission that's written all over her face." the cleaning woman who couldn't pay for a sitter told her little girl.
"And running down her legs" she thought to herself.
"Did you see her titties Mama? They were Bi..."
"Did you bring your crayons and paper? If you really wanna be an artist like you said you hafta practice all the time. You hafta draw everyday Keisha. You will be a Goddess too one day."
This moment in little Keisha's life was God's way of shaping the little queens life because ten years from now a painting called The Masked Goddess would be sold for thirty thousand dollars to an anonymous man who brought notice and fame to her art by quickly purchasing two more very expensive pieces.

Emma would be so proud.

The dumbstruck chauffeur could only grin foolishly as he opened the door with flourish and held her hand until she was situated in her seat. Emma sat back, gifted him with a smile and a nod and she was off to the ball. Off to meet Golden.
The dumbstruck chauffeur could only grin foolishly as he opened the door with flourish and held her hand until she was situated in her seat. Emma sat back, gifted him with a smile and a nod and she was off to the ball. Off to meet Golden.
"Who is he? I hope he is a he. I must be crazy to be walking around here naked like this. Why oh why did I do this? What if he is some crazy stalker? What am I going to do when we meet? Maybe I should just go back home and stop thinking that this is some life saving.... No. I want this. Shit I'm cold."

Spying the cut crystal decanter filled with amber liquid she poured herself a glass full and took 3 large gulps before she coughed, gasped, coughed some more, and dabbed at her watering eyes with a tissue because she didn't want to mess up her golden make up. She could see the driver laughing at her. The Cognac warmed and relaxed her enough to ask his name.

“I'm Carrington James, Mrs. Jones.”

“Do you know of someone named Golden?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t, but I can tell you that all of the balls attendees all have romantic sounding aliases like that”

“Why is that?”

“This is the Masquerade Mrs. Jones, what happens at the ball, stays at the ball”

A thrill ran through Emma’s already aroused body, and she took another large drink from her crystal goblet as realized the possibilities.

“I shall just be ... Emma”

There eyes met in the rear view mirror and he knew his hunger showed.

“Emma... We are here.”

The limo joined the long line of other limos dropping off masked revelers in silks, velvets, and organza in all manner of costumes., some almost as scanty as her own.

“Carrington?”

“Ma’am?”

“They are all with groups of friends or couples... I see no other woman... by herself”

“You are wearing a beautiful golden mask. Enjoy the anonymity and just be Emma.... for you and...” but he stopped.

That caught her attention...

For a minute she stared into his eyes in the mirror, trying to see through to his mind.

“Are you married Carrington?”

He nodded. They continued to stare. He never turned around.

“Do you love her?”

He nodded again.

She allowed a minute of hurt and guilt to trouble her pretty face, lowered her golden lids, and told him...

“Never forget to let her know this. Then she won’t be tempted to take crazy chances and do crazy things.”

He pulled over, shut the engine off, and came around to open Emma’s door. He helped her to stand and his hand tightened when she stumbled into him, her breasts bouncing lightly on his chest. All eyes were on them.

“Oh... shit” she whispered” the golden honey in her ebbed

“Exactly...” he whispered back. And he flowed

He stepped back and kept her hand until she was steady on her feet.

“I will be here... parked right here when you are ready to return to the hotel. Just tell the butler to call me”.

He squeezed her hand

“I won’t forget... and I will never forget you. Have a wonderful time beautiful golden Emma”

She watched him drive off then she turned around and walked into the chest of a golden man. His arms came round to envelop her in a great hug.He rocked her. He smelled her gold flecked bushy hair. He smelled her neck. He held her out at arms length. Her cloak fell open and his full faced golden mask toured her body. He lifted one gilded nipple, squeezed and laughed. He pulled her to him again as if he had known her, lost her, and found her again.

4


Emma tried to squirm out of Golden’s embrace but he wasn’t having it. The deep rich voice behind the mask told her...
“You came this far... can you not trust me now that you are here? I know you Emma. I know what you want and I know how to give it to you.”
“You don’t really. You don’t know what I really want”
“But I do... you want everything to be right again.”
For the second time in the space of a few minutes time Emma had cause to stop and stare.
“Who are you?”
He squeezed her hand...
“Come, you golden naked beauty and I will show you who I am. I know you want this... I can see it... smell it...”
He leaned into her slightly, rubbing her pussy, making her honey seep a bit through the sheer fabric onto his fingers. He licked his middle finger.
“...taste your need in it...”

She was mesmerized... lulled into accepting his hand and letting him lead her anywhere he wanted to take her. The incoming partiers had swelled to a sizable crowd of silent but murmuring onlookers.
“Why did she bother wearing anything at all?”
“I like it”
“I wish I had that nerve”
“I like it”
“Look what he’s doing!”
“I really like it”
Golden, gleamed and rippled in his tight fitting antique gold brocade clothing. Dark gold kid leather boots led them into a crowd of people waltzing on the dance floor and there he swept her into his arms once again and danced her round and round to the other side of the room, out of the door, to the balcony and down the stairs into the garden where he did not stop until they entered a secluded spot where the soft grasses and wild flowers carpeted the ground where they stood and continued to stare. She reached for his mask but he grabbed her hand and shook his head. She opened her mouth to protest but he stilled her lips by placing his fingers on them. She smelled herself. Her nipples hardened, painfully sweet and she flowed for him. He rubbed his finger tips over her lips smearing the gold tinged gloss, yanked the cloak from her shoulders, then tore the flimsy gossamer dress so that she was trapped at her ankles if she tried to run. But she didn’t try. She let him lift and squeeze her pretty titties and run his pussy smelling fingers through her bushy curly hair. She felt a soft flutter of silk on her face and was startled when he removed the beautiful golden half mask to blindfold her.
“Trust me Emma”
She relaxed a just bit while he tied the cloth behind her head.
With her eyes covered her auditory senses were heightened and she realized there was a running stream close by and she heard his shifting and moving around. The she felt him behind her. Then she felt his lips on her neck “You took you mask off!” She reached for the blindfold and he grabbed her hands and laughed kissed and licke the palm of each then wrapped them in his own when he held her from behind and continued to nuzzle and smell, bestow little kisses on her.
“I love you Emma. I’ve loved you for a long time. Let me love you tonight”
“Are you a stalker then?” she tried to place his voice.
“No” he laughed “I just love you. I would never hurt you or frighten you”. She felt his sincerity and decided to relax a little more. He was right after all; she did make the decision to accept his invitation. And most importantly, she wanted, so much... to be loved.
Golden felt her relax and he continued to nuzzle her neck. He leaned on her until she knelt down on the chill damp grass and he urged her forward so that ultimately she was on her hands and knees, naked, in front of him. He wrapped his arm around her belly and urged her to bring her rear end up... in the air. He knelt behind her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and spread her apart so that all of her was wide open to him. He tasted her wet and swollen cunt and kissed her puckered little ass hole. He slid two fingers inside her vagina and fucked her quick, hard and fast. When she started to orgasm he stopped, quelling her protestations with soft slow tiny little licks...
“Shhhh” kiss right there
“But you...”
“Shhhh” kiss right here. Two slow licks and a nibble.
He rolled her onto her back to watch her wallow in the grasses... a wanton hedonist in heat.
“I feel strange and unbalanced. Not in control”
“Good.”
“Why won’t you tell me who you are?”
“It’s not time yet”
She leaned up on her elbows, large breasts lolling to each side of her chest.
“I wish you would let me see...”
“It’s not time for that either, sweet Emma.” He interrupted. He pushed her back to the ground and magically produced a handsome looking vial of precious oil to pour a dollop on each breast. He straddled her quickly and filled his hands with soft chocolate titties, rubbing the oil all over and into them paying special attention to those big fat golden nipples. He held up her right one with his left hand to smooth his hand over the nipple repeatedly; rubbing and pulling until the gold was gone and Emma, quite mad. The biggest sweetest blackberry he ever saw called to his lips... and tongue... and teeth. Her honey was profuse. She writhed... naked... underneath him.
“Golden?” panting...
“Emma” was all he said.
He moved to the left side of her, lifted and cradled the left one in his palm, and cleaned it as lovingly as the right one. He slid those two fingers into her soaking wet opening and fucked her again. Hard... fast... no mercy. Twisting his palm side to side with his right hand and pulling on that swollen, gold nipple with the left.
Emma could only arch her body and release the sweet agony in a long wail.
He continued to pump in and out of her with his fingers and started rubbing her strawberry clit with his thumb.
Emma jerked as the muscles in her grabbed and sucked loudly at his relentless plundering. Her honey shot out in quick rapid, little poots all over his wrist and sleeve. She became embarrassed and tried to clamp her thighs shut and turn away but he turned her on her back and wrapped his arms around her thighs to pull her toward him so that her ass was on his thighs, her legs wrapped round his waist and she was spread eagle before him. He used his long fingers to pluck her strawberry clit and to fuck her and make that delicious farting sound, to better see the droplets of honey squirting out... and to see her turn that lovely shade of dark cherry. She couldn’t stop giving to him. How she often wished Robert would love her this way. She pushed his name from her mind and wiggled her ass into his lap and grind against the relentlessly fucking fingers and gave him all he wanted. She reached down and grabbed hold of her slippery labia with her forefingers and thumbs to spread her hole wide open for him.
“Oh please don’t stop.” she panted
She put the soles of her feet flat on the ground on either side of him and arched. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled Emma to his mouth to eat her pussy.
He lapped at her cunt. He bit and sucked until all she could do was lay there in the grass shuddering a little with after shock; whimpering, depleted and blind.
He was leaning back watching her come back to herself and knowing in his heart that she should be his. He was not lying to her when he told her he’s loved her for a long time. After a time Emma, fully restored, stood and he guided her to the edge of the stream that had been babbling happily while she was screaming out her ecstasy. He washed her breasts and vagina with water cupped in his hands and wiped her dry her with a cloth she knew not from where. She heard him say thank you and she panicked.
“Who is that? Who is here?” Her hands scrabbled at the silken knot at the back of her head until she felt his hands do it for her.
When the blind fell away she saw Golden in his mask again and a woman with a short white, one shouldered, toga hand him a length of golden cloth.
“Is this a nothing but a toga party then?! She exclaimed.
The woman smiled at Emma and reached out to grasp one of those cute fat nipples but Golden grabbed her hand and flung it back.
“She’s not here for that. She is my guest”
He fashioned a strapless, artfully draped, ankle length, gown on her while he explained the famous but highly secretive, annual Masquerade Ball to her.

5.

The golden pair was sitting in an alcove of trees with a bench in the center. Golden was trying his best to coax Emma to take a bite of the “cold pheasant and deviled eggs. She could only sit in the convenient natural amphitheater staring open mouthed at the mass debauchery going on before her very eyes and only a three hour ride away from her three bedroom two and a half bath three acre existence.
“You don’t really expect me to eat that do you?”
“Understood...” He put the plate of food aside. “Do you like what you are seeing Emma?”
“No.”
“Then why is it you cannot look away?”
She looked at him, eyes widened at what she was seeing, but more so at what she was feeling. Being an analytical type girl she ever so briefly wondered if what she was feeling was emotional or physical because her sore clit and thoroughly scrubbed nipples hurt like the devil but it felt surprisingly delicious. And all she could think of was licking his balls. Robert just became annoyed with her because wives don’t think about stuff like that; only whores. She wondered at that time if Robert was trying to tell her something.
“Because I think it’s disgusting. I don’t know how anyone can take the time to enjoy themselves it that writhing mass of copulation... and yet... given where we are I suppose it must feel good to people who don’t like themselves very much, or satyrs.”
He laughed.” I love you Emma. I knew you would be like this.”
She glanced at him for a second before asking...
“Is it time?”
Then her eyes returned to the orgy.
“Answer my question.”
She took a minute before saying...
“Because I’ve never seen anything like it: it’s repulsive yet intriguing... appealing to my baser instincts I suppose”
“And that is what the Masquerade Ball is about my love. This is the night men and women pay five hundred dollars a piece to rut with wild abandon. If you were to join that crowd down there I guarantee you would be grabbed and fucked by some famous movie star, politician, or an unknown like me”
“You paid five hundred dollars for me?”
“Yes”
“I don’t know what to say to you except that you could have bought me a pair of Jimmy Choo’s instead and I would orgasm all over this joint.”
They walked hand in hand back to the mansion to find no one in a shady sitting room in the back of the house and there they sat to finish their cold pheasant, deviled eggs and champagne.
“Why am I here?”
“Because I wanted above all to make love to you and...”
“And?”
“Don’t call me a stalker because that’s not what I am but.... hell Emma I see you walking, I see you talking and laughing and you look like you need to be fucked! When you look at a man with those bedroom eyes you look like you are sizing him up for a good fuck. I know you don’t know this about yourself but it’s the first thing I noticed and loved about you. You need a man like me. A man who wants to love you and suck your pussy every day and night for the rest of your life”
“How can you think this way about me? You must watch me a lot!”
“I do, but only when I see you. It’s not like I follow you or hunt you down.”
“How is it that you see me so often but I don’t see you!” she was becoming nervous and wary
“Relax Love. You see me when ever I see you, but you never look at me. You look through me.”
“So... How often do we see each other?”
“Once a week for the past three years and sometimes in town when we are running our daily mundane errands.”
“Three years?! Do you know Robert?”
He indulged in a bitter inward chuckle.
“He makes it a point to look through me.”
She was silent.
“You can’t tell me he keeps you satisfied Emma. I see the signs in you”
“I love Robert. I am his wife.”
“Come with me” Golden took her hand and lead her upstairs to find a proper bedroom. Moans, giggle, slaps and cries of ecstasy followed them down the hallway. There was a crowd of people taking bets at the doorway to one room.
Hey! You guys need to get in on this! Turquoise Queen just started and she’s only had twenty guys. Ms. Pink quit at thirty six but Cleopatra holds the lead! She’s fucked seventy three guys! I was number fifty but I’m going back in for another hit in a minute.”
“Um no thanks man”
“Golden, I don’t like this raw sex all over the place. Do you come here every year? Do you go to sex clubs?”
“Emma, I knew what went on here when I bought in for us but this isn’t me either. I chose this because I can see that you may actually like sex and your husband surely is not giving all that you need. I can see for myself that you are a sensual woman.
“Yes I am but do you know what sensual means?
“Yeah... very sexy”
“It can... but think about the word itself. It comes from the word sense. The five senses. You see, I love the way a long diaphanous dress feels around on my body when I am strolling along enjoying the cool breeze on my skin. I like the way it gets all goose bumpy when I get a chill. When I drink cognac I like to savor that first swallow because to me it tastes the best so I close my eyes to enjoy a whiff and I swirl it in my mouth a little and try to let it trickle down my throat. I savor the taste and smell of fine cognac. I love to run my fingers thru Roberts’s hair when he makes love to me. These are things I do because they appeal to my senses. This rutting like dogs in heat is nowhere near sensual. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to get ‘animal’ sometimes. I would spread my legs wide so my man can get all up in it and rut all day... but not like this.” She flung her index finger at the room. “This is nothing but a severe lack of self respect, very low self esteem... and... and... and... devil worship!”
She crossed her arms across her chest, hunched her shoulders and walked rapidly down the hall and turned the corner; trying to outrun the sound of hard core lasciviousness.
The she stopped, whipped around and flung her finger at the room again.
“And did you even get a whiff of that smell coming out of there?! That’s not sensual!” she shouted at him.
She continued her escape; walking rapidly to anywhere.
“I can’t say anything.” She thought to herself “I wore that sheer thin dress naked underneath, I let a masked man have sex with me; what was I thinking?”
“Emma, will you please wait?”
She whipped around again and when she opened her mouth to rail at him once more, he stepped to her, lifted his mask and gave her the sweetest kiss of his life... and hers.
Emma melted into him, kissing him back; kissing him like she never kissed Robert. She wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the bodice of her makeshift gown to unwrap itself and slide down her body between them. He lifted her without unlocking his lips from hers and walked into the room behind them; an empty room that held a huge ornate standing mirror.
He lowered her to the floor and when she noticed his mask was part way off his face she reached for it but he grabbed her hands...
“No sweet Emma. I know you have every right because of what I put you this night but you have a decision to make first. He adjusted the golden papier mache full faced mask then took hers off. He reached down to work two fingers through her saddened curly black nether curls and on through to his prize... that big fat pink strawberry. He pinched it hard before she could utter another word and rubbed rubbed rubbed her cunt. His right hand worked and ripped his jacket and pants off. He used his toes to slide the soft kid boots off, then he turned Emma round to face the big mirror, bent her over and speared his heavy cock home. Slamslamslam Slamslamslam Slamslam... he fucked her at this cadence steadily while he told her about the choice she needed to make. Basically it was “Do you want this for the rest of your life?” slamslam ginditin slam slam grinditin slamslamslam “or do you want Robert”. While he screwed Emma hard fast soft and slow he turned her side ways so that she could see him bucking into her into her from behind. Robert never did this did he? Feel that? Feel how my dick is sliding in this tight hole of yours? Huh? Does he do this Emma? He reached around to part the glossy black hairs from her clit again and rubbed pulled pinched while he rammed into her pussy over and over... slowing down for an occasional grind.
“Does he take the time to make sex a sensual thing for you Emma? Does he reach around and grab this? Go on sweetheart look at us. Look at me fucking you doggie style and playing with your clit. Ever seen anything like that with Robert? I love you Emma. fuck fuck I told, you this. I want you to be mine. Choose me slamslamslam or Robert. He hoped she got all he said because looking at her now, he’d swear he fucked her senseless. All the time he’d been fucking and talking, she’d been having orgasms one right after the other. He was hunched over, her rutting in her from the back with his arms wrapped around her waist, his right hand shoved up her pussy and talking into her ear. Golden’s masked face fell backwards and a guttural roar erupted from the confines of the mask. He decorated her walls and inner thighs with streams of come and they sank to the floor in front of the mirror.
“Who is it to be Emma; Me or Robert?”


6

Six weeks later...


Emma’s daily early morning jog took her past the garbage truck. Monday morning; eight o clock on the dot. The garbage men did their usual round of friendly cat calls as she passed them by but this time she froze. Shocked. “No” she whispered to herself. She made herself turn around and face the driver. He was waiting for his men to load the garbage bags. He saw her see him. He saw her really see him. He was relieved. He nodded his head and said “Mornin Goddess” then raped her with his smile.

Six weeks and a day...

“Emma it’s been over a month since you went to that masquerade. I know it’s secret and all but I’m your husband. I demand to know what went on. I hear talk of orgies and sexual misconduct and frankly, you’ve been different ever since...”
Emma put her fingers to Robert’s mustachioed lip unzipped his Dockers and reached through his tightie whities to take out his cock and squeeze. She squeezed again.
“I will tell you Robert... one day. But first, you have a decision to make...


THE END

by Baie DeNoir
feb.16. 2009