They were married for seven years and still in love, but the mystery for him was gone and he was bored, although he would never admit it. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but he also couldn’t control his urges for the unknown. He’d never had a blonde or red head before and there were so many sexual fantasies he still wanted to try but Jen was far too lady-like and had been talking about starting a family. Matt wasn’t ready to give up his freedom and time yet.
After a lot of time spent on the internet dabbling on X-rated websites, low and behold, a swinger’s party popped up on his screen, it was being hosted 1h20 min flight from where they lived. There were only sixteen tickets available and since he was often away on business trips, he knew it would be the perfect cover.
He hadn’t done something like this before so it was a bit unnerving and he closed the tab and put his phone down to watch some Netflix instead. The next day at work it bothered him so badly he went back to the site to see that there were now only twelve tickets available, you do the math. He closed his eyes and booked, his heart racing.
This party was designed especially for newbies with privacy concerns. It was a themed party where everyone had to dress up as an Animal. Whatever he was to dress up as, he was to mingle through the crowds to find his female counterpart, and hook up with that person for the evening without exchanging names, where they were from, and everyone had to keep a mask on at all times to protect their identities. He was hoping for something interesting and was wondering what counterpart he’d find. Just two more weeks to go.
Along with the privacy concerns, he noticed the recipient details before paying for his ticket would show up on his card transactions on his banking as ‘Heavenly Scents’ so he took the same value in cash and bought his wife a divine smelling perfume as a gift, which both soothed his conscience and gave him a cover for the random purchase on his card. Not that they ever really looked at each others’ transactions but it did make him feel better.
The excitement started, all he had to do was get his ticket and instructions via e-mail, book his flights and accommodation.
Jennifer could see that Matt was in good spirits but then he always was when the guys were going to watch the rugby. Come honey we’re going to be late, my dad’s preparing cocktails before the game as a pre-celebration. She had on a lovely slip dress and grabbed her sandals and ran to the garage, applying her mascara in the car. Family from both sides, cousins, friends, were all going to be there for the world cup final.
Matt’s dad he wasn’t married anymore and was very charismatic with the ladies, took good care of himself, still went the gym, cycled with friends. He was a well-built 52-year-old man with a full set of hair and bright hazel eyes. He was completely settled, nice home for entertaining, money, girlfriends they always had to entertain at each new braai.
His dad greeted them with cocktails and told Jen how gorgeous she looked as always;
Dad, I told you to stop flirting with my wife Matt laughed, to which he replied, I’m still your father and older than you and I will do what I want, to which Jennifer laughed. He was a complete hoot; then he shoved them off to the crowd and started singing the national anthem to which everyone joined in and raised their glasses.
The braai was going strong, everyone was shouting at the TV, and drinks were flowing, such and amazing vibe. Matt looked over at his wife who was having a fabulous time and laughing so hard she threw her head back biliously, her long hair looking even longer down her back, almost messing her wine all over herself and laughing even harder at that. He loved to watch her have fun, and was watching how his dad was already walking over to her with a refill because she couldn’t handle her drink or she hadn’t acquired the skill to hold a wine glass properly, I don’t know, I was watching from afar so didn’t hear what he said while he was ripping her off but she did accept the drink and was standing with two and could see he was telling the ladies to make sure she finishes both, he wants no more wastage in his home, it’s very unladylike and they all boo’ed him off back to the braai.
My phone pinged, my ticket had just come through, I immediately felt anxious as I read that I was meant to be a Fox. I went the bathroom for privacy to read the fine print and google what a fox looks like, I mean we all know but I could feel my palms were sweaty and I had to get this right and find a party hiring shop that had decent attire.
I hired my outfit, the headgear I chose was not too bulky or heavy, in fact it actually turned me on. I put it in a box with my ticket and in my travel bag for the big day and stuck it away at the back of the cupboard and went to the lounge, one and a bit week to go. Jen and I were watching series on the couch with the lights off, lying side by side. She clearly showed her intention, which was not often anymore, by putting my hand on her full round breasts, her nipples were hard. Oh my, fuck I pulled her string silky night dress down off her shoulders and sucked and bit her nipples with intent to which she moaned. I didn’t realize what anxiety or lust had built up inside of me from signing up for a date with the devil that I completely ravished her. She came so hard. I went down and sucked out all the pussy juices I could and entered her again to finally blow my load deep inside of her. It was amazing, this beautiful creature just lying on the couch looking up at me with lustful satisfied eyes.
I called my dad from work the next day to tell him what I’d done. I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk what I had for one night of fun. He agreed to take my ticket and go in my place. I was kicking myself but also he could at least give feedback to whether it would be worth a try, at least he was single, sort of, he was overjoyed to be trying this, he’d never even heard of such parties before.
When I got home Jennifer was cooking supper and folding the washing and I decided to take a run to clear my head.
Jennifer found my favourite sleep shirt I always travel with and went to the room to pack it into my travel bag. She saw the box and wondered what was in it, she saw the outfit, flights, and ‘the’ ticket and read all the fine print. She didn’t pack the shirt and put everything back as she found it and pretended, she hadn’t seen anything. She was hurt and angry and sat on the bed and cried.
When I got home I was concerned at why her eyes were so red and she said she had bumped her little toe against the corner cupboard again and that we really should move it, something she’d always complained about. She said she had a long day and wanted to take a shower and get to bed early, she didn’t even eat dinner, said she was feeling a little ill. I stayed up and watched some series and ate my dinner alone feeling extremely relieved that I had opted out of my plans, however I had already told Jen I was going on a business trip and therefore was going to take the flight out of town in any case as there was some business in the area that needed to be taken care of and I didn’t want it to seem out of the ordinary as I had never cancelled a business trip before.
Jennifer was lying in bed going over and over the whole thing in her head, she could have the same fun she thought and confront him after. She booked the last ticket and booked her flights, Matt wasn’t going to be home anyway, he wouldn’t miss her. Her invite was to be a flamingo but she went shopping for an alluring Vixen outfit, headgear, a long blonde wig and a sexy mask. She took the Friday off work to pack and prepare, putting on her outfit, a low cut dark red leather dress with a fox tail, fox ears and the wig fit to perfection, she decided to wear it in a high pony tail so as not to entangle her fox ears and mask and to assist in complimenting her fix tale, lastly her black stiletto’s, trimmed off with red underneath of course. She was very pleased and turned on when she looked at herself in the mirror, if he only knew he was going to a sex party and he was actually going to fuck his own wife, she could use this as an opportunity to get pregnant she thought, or she could divorce him afterward, whatever.. she was 29, not too old to move on if she needed to. She walked up to her full length mirror and admired her hotness and felt very kinky in the private and seductive outfit, her full breasts sticking out the top of her leather dress, she decided to loosen them a bit and pulled down the zip in front of her dress a little more showing off more cleavage. This turned her on so much she could feel herself getting wet. She pretended to be in character in a dimly lit room with a ‘stranger’ wondering how her husband would act to seeing what she was looking at, not knowing it was her.
She folded over her dress at the bottom to make it shorter so she could see her pussy just sticking out, she wasn’t wearing any underwear, she could see her juices dripping out, leaving her lips glistening in the light coming through the window, she put her hand down and touched her swollen parts, rubbing her clit and putting two fingers inside herself. Her legs felt weak, she sat down on the bed and lay back with her legs open, squashing her tits together as this was something very erotic for her to imagine two beautiful irresistible breasts, she herself loved woman’s breasts in general, it was always a hidden fetish she always wondered about; she rubbed and fingered herself until she came while rolling her nipples with her other hand.
After she undressed and packed her suitcase in her car, she waited for her husband to get home, she was going to take him to the airport, except she timed their flights that hers left just after his and arrived back before his, so she just went back to her car and got her suitcase hidden in the spare wheel compartment.
When his plane landed his Dad picked him up, he flew in a few days early to scope things out; he had his own business so he had free time on his hands whenever he felt like it. They drove across to the car rentals and got Matt his own car and they had a bite to eat at a small restaurant nearby. When they got back to their cars Matt gave his dad the box and off they went, his dad to the Hotel to try on his outfit for the next night and hit the hotel bar and Matt to see a customer and meet up with his dad for a beer before going their own ways. Jennifer was now also settled in her room at a different hotel.
Saturday night arrived and off they went in their rental cars, all masked up and unrecognizable, to the party. There were animals everywhere, all very sexy and interesting creative takes on their adornment. Some women topless, Jen loved this. She grabbed and ice-cold ladies drink and started sexily walking around through the guests making sure she was wagging her tail every now and then looking for her fox. She had the other Vixen in sight and she was staying near incase she found him first because she was ready to go in for the kill.
There he was, looking a bit taller than usual, but that could just be the mask ears, she could see he spotted the other vixen and was watching his approach, to watch her husband try and flirt with another for the first time, or was it the first time. She was sexy, but straight off the bat I knew she wasn’t exactly his type, oh what a shame. They were chatting, and by this time I had had 3 drinks, walked around a room full of naked strangers getting high blood pressures and I decided to make my move, knowing that I was hotter than her and we all know that blonde’s have more fun. They were leaning against the bar getting awfully close until I decided to walk on over and rub myself all over him, after all, I was leaving him with my scent he’d bought me and marking my territory. There were other animals interbreeding but this fox didn’t seem to like me raining on her parade, so I walked off, to the couch about 4 meters away, and you won’t believe how when you have long hot legs that are even longer in stilettos, it takes a lot more bend to get your drink settled down on the table. I slowly put by drink down, revealing just enough arse cheeks for him to notice that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. There were other carnivores on the couch but they were okay with me joining them. My dress too tight I rolled the ends up again allowing me some range, I faced him and when he looked my way, I opened my legs and then crossed my legs, pretending to be ladylike but letting him know I’m waiting for him. I even zipped down my dress a little further than when I’d tried it on. I had some chit chats with the people I was with and headed for another drink when the other fox had gone to the toilet, I took his hand and led him astray to the darkest corner of the hall furthest from her. He walked willingly. We chatted, he sounded a little different but the music was loud and we were talking through masks. We carried on drinking, he through a straw as most were because you cannot lift the mask to reveal your face so straws it was, and this I know makes people drunk quicker, all the better. I moved back into a corner and pulled him toward me and told him to feel my tits, which he did, we were both well-oiled and ready. He told me how good I smelt, I felt his cock and it was large and hard. He pointed me in the direction of a passageway which were private rooms you would pay extra for but he just swiped his card, not a care in the world. We picked a room and closed the door and he said finally I have you alone, he pulled me into his crotch, wow, he was hard, the lights were dimmed and there was a bottle of wine on the dresser, which we opened and shared, he couldn’t stop touching me, he zipped my dress down to my belly button so he could move my dress top apart and see my tits. He just said my fuck you have beautiful tits. I was wondering is he really that stupid to realize they don’t look just like his wife’s… but then he did have a lot to drink and the lights were low. He told me what he wanted to do them but we had been reminded that the only thing we aren’t allowed to do is take off our masks, so he started rubbing my nipples, his fingertips a little rougher than normal I thought, he pushed me back slowly while doing this until I was on the dresser and he moved my legs apart to expose my wet pussy.
He moved one hand off my breasts and rubbed my pussy, circling my clitoris and getting everything properly wet, he did go down on me but only lifted his mask just a little to get to me and I had my eyes closed in ecstasy. I couldn’t believe how much the role play was turning me on. I decided to let go of my anger and enjoy the moment. He unzipped his suit pants and played just around the front of my pussy with his cock head, teasing me, unzipping my entire dress, removing it and unclipping the bridles of my stockings, then lifting me up off the dresser with my legs around him to the bed. He took the rest of this clothes off and while he was doing that I mounted him, he was sitting upright and I was beginning to tease him now, I slowly moved down and up, allowing him inside me. It felt so good having just the tip inside me, he grabbed my arse and spun me around onto my back and left his dick just in the front like I had it. He said what about protection, and I said no, so he growled and bent down and lifted his mask a bit to suck my nipples, I moaned to badly he came back up and shoved himself inside of me, I let out a cry, or was it a moan. I couldn’t believe how much this was exciting him, he’d never been this big before, he fucked me so hard I couldn’t think, then he slowed down to give me time to recover but I wanted to continue, he said wait and while deep inside me he started grinding himself in circular motions pressing down my clit and getting to every inch of it from all different sides. I started moaning and playing my own tits at this point and said fuck me with that big cock of yours, fuck me, and he pounded me, he was deeper than he’d every been and I could hear his ecstasy as we both came at the same time, I could feel his planted a heavy load inside me, he was so turned on. We spent a few hours there chatting about arbitrary things and none of it sounded like Matt, he was really living himself into this fantasy. We stayed a few hours more hours, had some more fun and called it a night.
The next morning we all caught our separate flights home, me first.
How was your trip my love? Oh, so-so, you know, the usual. He seemed tired and when he’s tired, he’s always horny. I was still on a high from the night before, he came over and said how good it was to home with me, I was thinking what a liar. He came over and kissed me passionately and said you know, maybe a baby isn’t such a bad thing, I was confused, we made love again and had a little nap after, although I was either so sore from the night before perhaps that why he felt smaller.
When we woke up, he said there’s something he needs to tell me, and he explained he was in a rut and it was his first time wanting to try something different and booked tickets to a swingers party but after watching me at the rugby he just couldn’t go through with it so gave the tickets to his dad. Could I ever forgive him? I started sobbing because now I only knew the whole truth and it would stay with me forever.
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