32 comments/ 99885 views/ 25 favorites Party Deep By: andromon Despite being half French, my fair-haired, baby-faced wife Lilly was a bad drinker. Everytime we had a party, she had passed out on a bed long before the fun ended. This time we were hosting a big one at our house, so, being the hostess, she promised to not get drunk, perhaps not drink at all - and failed at that miserably. The party was in full swing, yet I saw Lilly disappear upstairs when no-one was looking. Not many people knew who she or I were - this was a big party with mostly friends-of-friends and even some strangers - so nobody even noticed her disappearance. I continued to have fun, even flirted drunkenly with some really loose-seeming lady, but after a couple of hours, when everyone was far too drunk to notice or care, I left to go upstairs to see if Lilly was doing fine. I figured she was at our bedroom. Near the door stood - barely managed to stand, really - a couple of guys. They winked as I went into the room, as if I was a bridegroom entering it for the first time or something. But I caught myself winkind back - everyone was tipsy, everyone was winky. The bedroom was half-lit with our little bedside table lamp. On the bed was a couple - a guy pinning down and really drunk blonde. Around them were a couple more guys, some of whom turned to look when I entered. "Close the door, dude," said one of them and turned back to the couple fucking on my bed. He was jerking off. I wasn't going to disturb the drunk and was about to leave - and then the girl moaned. I stood there, watching. The man on the girl thrust his hips a couple more times, groaned, squeezed his cock with his hand, and rolled off my wife's drunken body. Another guy got on the bed, crawled on top of her and put his cock in. "Hey," I mumbled. "What?" said one of the guys. "We're having some fun. Get in the line, bro." He took a shot from the bottle of vodka that he was holding. "I hear it's the wife of the host," said the other. "Wonder where the busband is." "He's probably sleeping somewhere... who the fuck cares," said the first guy, drank again and swayed, but didn't fall. His half-erect cock was hanging out, pre-cum - or perhaps it was cum - leaking out of it. "Would hate to be the guy though," he said. "You're not the hubb?" "N-no, I'm not," I said. "Good for you. Get in line, then." The man on my wife's already come, so the guy with the bottle crawled onto the bed - before took his place between her legs, I saw for a second Lilly's face, her eyes half-closed, and her red, messy raw crotch. "Are you people jizzing inside of her? What if she's not on the pill?" I managed to say. "What are you mumbling about, look at her, who cares at this point... just... anyway, alcohol is contraceptive or what?" said the man who just spunked in my wife. Instead of stepping off the bed, he fell over, but quickly stood up, seemingly refreshed by the little adventure. I could see he still had an erection. Lilly moaned. I saw her hand creep around her "lover's" neck, holding him closer. Did she think it was me? I had an adrenaline rush: I was watching without helping her, not even- "Hi, I'm Lilly," she moaned. "Who the fuck are you anyway..." "Jake," groaned the guy. "Wanna drink?" "Yeah," she said and caught neck of the bottle with her lips, gulping. "Who the fuck are you, Jake," I heard Lilly mumble before she passed out again. This time I could see the spasm on the guy's balls as he started to finish without even thinking about pulling out. When he was done, he crawled off her; Lilly's legs lay apart, raw pussy glistening, her breasts were out of her shirt and bra. She wasn't completely unconscious - I could see her touching her nipple and rolling it under her finger as her hips made an idle half-thrust. As another guy was getting on top of her, the door opened and a tall drunken man walked in, accompanied by noise. "Is this where the host's wife's getting humped?" he half asked, half proclaimed. "No," I said immediately, but he already saw the bed and walked straight to it. "Let's spit roast her," he said authoritatively and got on the bed. They turned Lilly over, got her to stand on all fours and fucked her from both sides - mouth and pussy. Hammered, hanging from their cocks, Lilly seemed to have had an orgasm. When the men followed suit, some cum must have gotten in her throat, she choked and kept coughing the cum at the plams of her hands as the tall guy helpfully, drunkenly patted her back. Then he got on top of her, from behind, pinned her down and fucked her - I could clearly see his cock spreading red labia, sinking in, forcing spouts of someone else's spunk. Lilly held her legs wider apart, spreading herself, trying to better accomodate his thick cock. *** Unlike Lilly - and, apparently, most people partying in our house - in the morning I had to work. Sleepless night was not a problem, and I'm never hungover, but I still tried to call in sick - because Lilly was still mostly unconscious, still drinking through that unconsciousness, and there were still some people in her room. But I was told - rather strictly - that I had to be there, and so, at 7 A.M. I left the still-partying house and my horny, defenseless wife up to fate. Throughout the day I kept calling her. Finally, at around five in the evening, Lilly called back. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, not knowing what to expect. "Terrible," she said. "I'm so hungover." "Are you... fine or..?" I asked incoherently. What was I supposed to say? What was she thinking? Was I supposed to know what happened? If I knew, how could I have left, right? If I didn't, then what? But she heself, raw from hours of fucking and filled with cum, of course, couldn't not have known. "I'm not fine," Lilly said. "I'm... so hungover. My head is going to explode. I'm going to barf. Just calling to tell you that I am alive, barely." "Good," said I, for some reason breathless. "Ok, buy, then," she said and hung up. When I came home, she was watching TV, wrapped in a fluffy white robe, a towel over her head. Partygoers have long left, but the mess was still there. Everywhere - except for our bedroom. The bottles have been taken out. The sheets were new, and the old one have already been washed. "What?" said Lilly, standing behind, as I looked at the room. "N...nothing," I said. "I'll just change. Uh." And - not a word. She just didn't tell me. But wasn't it... rape? If she was so ashamed that - ah, I didn't know what to think. Finally, half-angry and hal-filled with pity, I ended up doing nothing, at least for a while. In two months I've almost forgotten about that party. I had occasional dreams - a sort of "wet nightmares" about her lying there spread-eagle, me watching her serve the guests. But I have gotten over it, mostly. Until Lilly said: "Harold, I'm..." she smiled and closed her eyes, "I'm pregnant." We sat on our bad and held hands. Then I said: "Lilly, tell me. One thing." "What?" "Lilly. Is... the child mine?" "What?" she said and stood up. "Harold? What do you mean?" "I meant what I said." "Harold," she said and took a breath, "who do you take me for?" Not looking at me, Lilly crossed her hands, blushed deeply, but kept looking completely outraged. Then she stormed out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom. "Sod off!" she would scream as I knocked on it. "Sod off, pig!" *** It took some time, but we got over this little row. A week or so after, even though she was now pregnant (it wasn't yet showing), I convinced Lilly - firmly insisted on it, more like - that we have another small party before she's too pregnant for fun. You wouldn't be able to drink now, would you, I joked, isn't that great? We'll be done before midnight anyway. A respactable party for friends. And friends I did call. Not real family friends, though. Acquaintances out of town, some people from my previous job, and even a kinda dangerous couple of guys that I found online. Lilly was okay with me managing invitations - she was constantly not in the mood. So, I got everything ready, and then, half an hour before the first man arrived, I pinned my wife to the wall and put a gag in her mouth. "Lilly," I said, looking her in the eyes as she tried to ask what was going on. "I know what happened back then. And about this child," I caressed her barely rounded tummy, "I know about as much as you do and perhaps even more." She looked back at me. I picked her up, dragged her to our bed, throw her on it face-down and tied her hands to the posts. Then I took off her panties, rolled up her dress and tied her legs to the remaining posts, spreading Lilly face-down in the shape of an X. Soon the first guest arrived, and I went downstairs to greet him. "Is your wife up for it anyway?" he said, smiling quite sheepishly; the guy himself was married, I knew, to a sexless and thin titless harpy. "Absolutely. She's just that kind of girl," I said. In half an hour everyone was there - eleven men in total. I offered refreshments, then took them upstairs and presented my Lilly to them. When she heard people entering, Lilly tried to free herself, but couldn't - I tied her down good. She stopped trying to free herself quickly, though - incredibly, awkwardly quickly. She just tried it, she failed, she gave up. Despite everything, I felt kinda betrayed again. "Well, guys, anything... she's completely yours," I said. "No, uh, holes barred. You can be as rough as you want. Spank, slap her, call her names if you like that. She does. Just don't break her and don't bruise her, ok? You can finish inside." The guys smiled. "And she wanted someone to teach her to take it up her butt well." The momen I finished, an eager man (the one that came first) got on top of my wife. Others watched as he thrashed her from behind. When he was done, another one took his place; they took turns. I allowed them to take photos of her. Lilly took it all calmly. She screamed and cried the first time some guy fucked her ass, but got used to that, too, in a couple of minutes. She took cocks in her mouth and sucked like a good girl, every now and then she came, groaning incoherently, her whole body twisting. The guys, having gotten used to me and not that nervous anymore, ended up untying my wife, taking out her gag, trying poses, making her crawl on the floor. When some guy was fucking her over the bedside table, the framed picture of us fall of it, but he caught it and put it back on. They fucked her for two more hours, drinking, getting her drunk - she probably didn't care anymore. Someone poured vodka in Lilly's cunt and then ass, and it made her more drunk that taking a shot. When everyone seemed to be resting, Lilly went to clean herself out and got fucked in the shower. She was gagged once again and not trying to take out the gag. Around one in the morning the party was over. One by one the guests left, leaving the spent, used Lilly on our marital bed. *** Three years have passed. Lilly's still a fair-haired, babyfaced darling that she always was. She has given birth to a boy - healthy and strong, growing quickly and eating a lot, clever fair-haired boy that was already tall for his age. The kid, he's upstairs. Lilly kisses him, closes the door and goes to our bedroom. There she takes off her clothes. Wearing only a pair of white silk panties and a pair of high-heels, Lilly takes a bottle of wine, a tray with some glasses and walks downstairs, where my friends are waiting. She looks lovely. Serves wine. The men are getting drunk on her beauty. Somebody playingly pulls at her ponytail, almost making her drop the tray. Chastizingly, someone gives her a slap on the ass. A hand squeezed her breast, fingers pinch at the nipple. Lilly's swept off her feet. She is carried off to the couch in the middle of the room, and the party is on. Party Desire Chapter 1 - Party time What a surprise. An invite to Little Suzie Baxter's Christmas party. For one, Suzie was only eight and I was eighteen. For two Suzie was the younger sister of Tracy my ex girlfriend. During the 2 years I dated Tracy I really got to know Suzie. I dont wish to sound big-headed but she idolised me and I loved her as if my own sister. I couldn't refuse the invite. I knew she would be very upset if I declined. I'm not stupid though, I thought it wise not to tell Jill, my new girlfriend. Not surprisingly Tracy and Jill never saw eye to eye and I knew Jill wouldn't understand why I felt obligated to go. Jill would be insanely jealous and start making wild assumptions. She would assume that Tracey was trying to prise her way back into my life or even worse I missed her and wanted to start the relationship up again. I guess the safest option was just not to go but I didn't want to let Suzie down. I telephoned to confirm. As feared Tracy answered. 'Hi,' I say awkwardly, 'Can you tell your little sister and Mrs Baxter that I would be delighted to come to her Christmas party.' 'I'll get Mum,' she said indignantly. Not hello, how are you. Nothing. I guess I shouldn't expect more but I hated to see her upset. I finished the relationship and totally underestimated how Tracy would react. She was devastated and pleaded for us to stay together. You know what its like. I was young. There was a whole world to explore and though I loved Tracy I didn't want to get bogged down in a steady relationship. What do you wear to an eight years old girls Christmas party? I'm sure it wasn't that important as long as I was smart. I took a pride in my dress sense and as I still carried a candle for Tracy I didn't want to be unfashionable. After some consideration I wore my best combat trousers and smartest T-shirt. Pleased with how I looked I felt apprehensive as I rang the doorbell. As I waited I wondered who would be there and hoped I wasn't the only boy. I heard the noise as soon as the door opened. I gave my Christmas present to Suzie and her mother, Mrs Baxter, ushered me inside. 'David dear, I'm so pleased you could come. I know this may be a bit awkward for you but your presence is so important for little Suzie.' I smiled apprehensively. The house was full to over flowing with little girls in bright winter party dresses. Pinks, red, lemons, mauves, blues. And I could hardly hear myself think over the shrieking, giggling noise. The house looked very festive, heavily adorned with Christmas decorations and a huge tree stood in the lounge, sparkling with flashing lights and topped with a beautiful fairy. There were also balloons everywhere and the girls batted, kicked and burst them excitedly. Tracy was wisely nowhere to be seen. I felt a mixed bag of emotions, relief, not wanting a scene but also some disapointment. Mrs Baxter scribbled 'David' on a sticky name tag and stuck it on my T-shirt. 'We know who you are David but it's for the benefit of all of Suzie's little guests.' It was then I noticed everyone had a sticky name tag on them. And the name tag had a strange effect as I think they assumed I was a friend of the family and not a party invite. Now suitably labelled I was accepted as a friend of Suzie and a guest to her Christmas party. Apparently I was the last to arrive and my entrance meant the festivities could begin. Obviously there was no alcohol so to quash my nerves I drank orange juice by the gallon, which went through me like Niagara Falls. Mrs Baxter gathered everyone together in the conservatory. There were about 20 girls and as suspected I was the only boy. Suzie's mother clapped her hands, shouted and all the girls went pushing and screaming into the lounge to play party games. I began to feel self conscious and out of place. I didn't squeal or shout. It just wasn't in my nature besides I was a boy and as you know boys don't do that. We all sat in a circle cross legged on the floor and we played 'pass the parcel'. I used to love the game but I felt very foolish surrounded by all the young girls. They on the other hand didn't seem to mind and Mrs Baxter was delighted that I was participating yet I couldn't understand why she kept handing me juice drink after juice drink. I'd never drunk so much before in my life and I soon began to feel very full. I tried to refuse another glass of black current but she was insistent I drank. 'It's so hot, I don't want you to dehydrate.' She said in a motherly way. The parcel bounced along the circle of girls until the music stopped at me. As I eagerly tore off a layer of wrapping paper I noticed Tracy. She looked amazing in a short sexy dress. I smiled. She crossed her long willowy legs provocatively, shook her full breasts and gave me a sexy pout and smile in return. Her hair looked beautiful and she wore amazing make-up. I could have fallen for her all over again but i guessed her little game. As soon as a girl tore off the final wrapper Tracey came over with another glass of juice for me. 'I'm so glad you could come,' she said handing me the glass. 'My Mum has probably told you how much it means to little Suzie.' I nod. She looked serious for a moment. 'I thought you wouldn't come because we've split.' I smile 'No I wouldn't do that,' I say starring at her long legs. 'Suzie means a lot to me. She's a lovely girl.' 'Yes, she is and don't worry I'm over you now,' she says slightly unconvincingly. 'I've moved on.' 'Good.' I say 'You know I never wanted to hurt you. But I'm seeing Jill now.' Before Tracey could reply our conversation was interrupted. 'Hide and seek?' Mrs Baxter suggested in a loud shriek. The girls all scream with joy and she turns to face me. 'David you know this house well why don't you hide first. Suzie will love that?' I look at Suzie who flashes me an innocent smile and I agree. They had a big old house with amazing hiding potential and I had a few great places in mind. 'I know the prefect hiding place,' Tracy whispers in my ear as I go to leave the room. Suzie's friends will never find you. Quick come with me.' Automatically I follow her upstairs and as she climbs the stairs I'm treated to an amazing flash of tiny panties and lacy stocking tops. I feel my breath quicken and to heighten my excitment she leads me to her bedroom. Immediately memories of our time together came flooding back as I loiter awkwardly outside her door. 'Don't be shy, Come in,' she said. One inside I looked round the room. Nothing had changed much. My framed picture still sat on her bedside cabinet and I felt a pang of guilt. Is this what she wanted me to see I wonder? Her mood changes unexpectedly. 'Why do you have to go out with Jill.' She says suddenly. 'I'll never know. She's a stuck up cow. I can't believe she's any fun.' 'Look I say this isn't fair.' 'I know,' she says, 'and I'm sorry. I just thought you were so wonderful. You made me so happy I could burst. The more I got to know you, the better it got. I met all your friends even your parents. I thought you were so proud of me.' Dreamily she shook back her long hair. 'I know it sounds sick-making, but I had no idea it was possible to feel so special about someone.' Tracey had got it bad and I felt terrible but I was really happy with Jill and had no intention of going back. 'OK, OK.' I say as she began to look around the room for a hiding place. 'Let's not go over old ground. Where's your great place?' She looked in her wardrobe but it was jam packed with pretty clothes, she looked under the bed but it was stuffed with beautiful shoes and she looked behind the chest of draws but it wasn't quite big enough to conceal me. 'Hmmm!' she said a bit disappointed. I began to panic and felt my bladder almost full to burst I could hear the girls tearing around the house, opening and closing doors noisily. 'Hurry,' I say impatiently stepping from foot to foot. But as she looked around the room a pink party dress fell off its hanger and tumbled out the wardrobe and onto the floor. It gave us both a jump. 'I've got an idea,' said Tracy, motioning me to her. 'It's perfect. Why don't I dress you in a convincing disguise then you can play with me here in this room and if anyone comes in I can tell them you're my friend.' In essence it sounded a great idea that is until she picked the pink party dress from the floor and pressed it against me. I saw a wicked glint in her eye and immediately knew her plan. 'Oh No!' I cried, 'This isn't a good idea.' 'Hmm! I don't know,' she says with a warm smile. 'You're a guest at my little sister's party. You're currently the odd one out as far as I see. Wear this, you'll fit in and then you really can play the little girl. You'll look so s w e e e e t.' She drawled deliberately elongating the word. 'It will be fun and no one will ever guess.' 'Don't be stupid, I'll look ridiculous.' I say. 'I'm not being stupid. Don't you think I don't know you. You're young at heart, you should expose your mind to new things, new experiences. You should let your hair down and not be so stiff. It will be hilarious.' I shake my head in disbelief but have to admit I secretly loved the idea of wearing one of her little dresses. It was a favourite fantasy which I had never disclosed even to Tracey. She always dressed so femininely and looked so pretty. Little did she know how jealous i was of her. I shook my head again and knew I looked really worried. 'But what will your Mum think? I'm sure she thought it odd enough that I accepted your sisters invite. What will she think if I dress as a little girl.' 'Relax, she'll think it terribly funny. And don't worry we won't tell anyone, besides you can change back after the game of hide and seek.' She paused and squeezed my arm affectionately. 'That's if you want to.' She laughs again and she knows I'm tempted. The thought of wearing her pretty dress did really appeal and the more I looked at it the more I wanted to put it on. It was beautiful with its puffed sleeves and all its lace trimmings. And she was right I did feel awkward in my combats but dressing as a little girl did seem a bit extreme. For the second time since Tracy appeared my little cock stiffened and I began to lust after her. Dare I say it but old feelings began to return. Had I done the right thing? Was Tracey the girl for me after all? Lets be frank there's not many girlfriends that would suggest their boyfriend wears one of their dresses. I smiled coyly and wondered what to do next. I didn't want Tracy to think I was too enthusiastic. 'I'm not sure,' I say but Tracy was convinced. 'But you said you wanted to play with Suzie and her friends, didn't you?' I nod my head sheepishly, as I did genuinely want to play with them, but not as a girl! 'And David,' she continues if you want to play, then you'll have to play the little girl. Nobody will know but us, it will be our secret.' Tracy looked at me with her sparkling eyes and I felt my heart melt. 'Oh! David you'll look positively gorgeous. She said soothingly. 'Please? Do it for me.' Again I heard more doors bang, the girls shriek with laughter but this time they sounded even closer. I heard some one on the landing. This meant I was trapped, I had to hide in her room. I looked at Tracy and saw that if I wanted to hide, I was going to have to wear her party dress. 'Well, just as long as you don't tell anyone outside of the party,' I answered. Tracy yelped with glee, and sprang into action. 'Stand up, David, so I can see if this will fit you,' I did as she asked as she picked up from her wardrobe floor the pretty pink party dress. She held it in front of me. 'This was my best ever party dress. It was my favourite a few years ago but sadly its too small for me now.' She sighs. 'To be honest it's more suitable for a boyish figure. I've developed curves since I wore this.' She runs her hands over her own body accentuating her rounded, firm breasts, narrow waist and shapely hips. '...Or haven't you noticed?' I smirk. 'But I'm not going to wear that!' I cry, stepping sharply away from her. 'It's too extreme. Haven't you got anything else less sparkly, perhaps with less frill and lace?' 'Well, then you might as well go home,' she said sternly. 'I guess you don't want to play with me and my sister!' Her arms were crossed, which meant she wasn't going to give up without a fight. 'If you wanted to please Suzie, you'd wear this dress!' she says, eyes shinning. I couldn't bare the look of defiance on her face. 'Oh, all right,' I said dejectedly. 'I'll wear it just this once!'