The party was in full swing when I arrived, my breath quickening under the anonymity of the black satin mask. The atmosphere was electric, charged with desire and expectation. I needed this night, a night where I could forget about the broken pieces of my marriage scattered all around me. We had both fallen into despair, seeking solace in different corners of the world, away from each other. Tonight was our pact of silent rebellion.

I stepped into the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing with the bodies entwined in passion. The thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down my spine. Masks hid identities, freeing everyone from the constraints of everyday life. I wandered through the room, feeling the eyes on me, sensing the lustful gazes hidden behind the disguises. My heart pounded with anticipation, my skin tingling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

That's when I saw him. He stood at the edge of the room, his stance confident, the dark mask concealing his features but not the intensity in his eyes. Our gazes locked, and I felt an immediate pull, an undeniable attraction. There was something familiar about the way he held himself, the way his presence filled the space around him.

He approached me slowly, each step sending ripples of excitement through my body. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. Our bodies communicated in a language older than words. His hand brushed my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I leaned into his touch, craving more. His fingers traced the line of my collarbone, making my skin burn with desire.

We moved to a secluded corner, where a futon awaited us. He guided me down, his touch firm yet gentle. I felt his breath on my neck, warm and inviting. He kissed me, his lips soft yet insistent, exploring mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching towards him, craving more of his touch.

His hands roamed my body, caressing, kneading, exploring every curve and contour. His fingers found their way under my dress, teasing the edges of my panties before slipping inside. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand as he stroked me, his fingers moving with expert precision. He kissed a trail down my neck, his mouth hot and wet against my skin, his breath ragged with desire.

I felt his lips travel lower, kissing my breasts, my stomach, until he reached the edge of my panties. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, before pulling them down and discarding them. His mouth found my pussy, his tongue lapping at my folds, tasting my arousal. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him deeper. He obliged, his tongue flicking over my clit, his fingers slipping inside me, stretching and filling me.

The pleasure was overwhelming, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me tremble and moan with need. I felt his fingers curl inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made me see stars. I came hard, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm, his name a whisper on my lips.

But he didn't stop. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out my pleasure until I was a quivering mess. He moved us into a new position, guiding me to straddle his face. I hesitated for a moment, the boldness of the act thrilling and intimidating. But his hands on my hips reassured me, urging me to take what I wanted. I lowered myself onto his mouth, his tongue immediately diving back into my pussy, lapping up my juices.

I leaned forward, taking his cock in my hand. It was hard and throbbing, eager for attention. I lowered my mouth to his shaft, my lips wrapping around him as I sucked him in. He groaned against my pussy, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through me. We moved together, a symphony of lust and desire, our bodies perfectly in sync.

He grabbed a condom, the sound of the foil tearing making my heart race. He rolled it on, his cock glistening with anticipation. I felt the pressure as he guided it to my ass, the sensation both painful and exquisite. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust, his hands gentle on my hips. I gasped as he filled me, the fullness overwhelming, but the pleasure soon followed.

He moved inside me, his thrusts deep and deliberate, hitting all the right spots. I begged him to fill my cunt, my need overwhelming. He pulled out, removed the condom, repositioning us so he could enter me. The sensation was incredible, his cock stretching and filling me completely. I rode him, my hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts, our bodies moving as one.

The orgasm built within me, a tight coil ready to snap. I came with a cry, my body shuddering with pleasure, my pussy clenching around his cock. He followed soon after, his grip on my hips tightening as he spilled into my cunt. But he wasn't done. He pulled me up, guiding me to sit on his face once more. He licked and sucked, cleaning up the mess we had made, drawing out another orgasm from me.

As I sat there, trembling with pleasure, I pulled off my mask, looking down at him. "That's the best sex ever. Thank you, Robert."

He smiled up at me, his mask still in place. "How did you know?"

I laughed softly, the sound filled with satisfaction. "I would recognize your cock from a mile away, my man."