****** The Costume Party by Cobraman ******
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The Costume Party


The new neighbors were the talk of the neighborhood. Moving in next door to us
just three days ago, Gavin and Margo had everyone gossiping, and rightly so.
Gavin, a 40ish self-styled 'entrepreneur', rarely went anywhere except in jeans
and a tee shirt. What he actually did for a living was a mystery. Tall, with
blonde hair and blue eyes, he looked like a Swedish army-recruiting poster.
Margo, 20 years Gavin's junior, couldn't have been more different. Her mocha-
colored skin and long, brown, thickly braided hair advertised her West Indies
heritage. Margo dressed uniformly in VERY short shorts with a halter-top that
told anyone who looked that she was a woman with all the assets to make a man
happy. When they had first moved in I had caught a glance of Margo as she went
in her pool for a dip, wearing a white T-backed swimsuit that looked fantastic
next to her dark skin.

My wife, Janet, and I were speculating about the new neighbors one night when
the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I was greeted by a beautiful black woman
holding an empty cup.

"Can I borrow some sugar, please?" she said. "Oh by the way, I'm your new
neighbor, Margo".

"Come right in", I said. "I'm Bill and my wife is in the other room. Janet,
come here and meet one of our new neighbors."

You might have thought that two beautiful women would have been jealous of each
other but Janet and Margo hit it off like best friends. I should mention that
Janet is a looker herself. She is tall at 5"10", a redhead, has a slim,
curvaceous figure and has the breasts to go head to head with any of the
Penthouse magazine models.

A visit for a cup of sugar turned into a long discussion with me pouring a
glass of wine for each of us. We learned that Gavin and Margo had been married
for 5 years (his second, her first), had no kids and were interested in making
friends in the neighborhood. After talking for a few minutes more Margo
realized she had to go back home. More than once I found myself riveted on
Margo's breasts, which were almost ready to fall right out of her skimpy
halter-top. Janet must have noticed also and decided to give me a second set of
wonderful breasts to look at because midway through my last glass of wine I
noticed that the top two buttons on Janet's blouse had mysteriously come
undone.

On her way out she turned to Janet and I and said, "Why don't the two of you
come over to our house for dinner tomorrow evening? You can meet Gavin and we
can get to know each other better".

Without realizing it, Janet and I both said, "yes" simultaneously.

Late that night as I lay asleep an erotic dream flashed across my mind so
vividly I remembered every detail when I awoke. I was in a distant unfamiliar
place lying on a bed, my arms and legs seemingly unable to move. As I lay there
a woman appeared out of the darkness and began caressing me. As the scene
became clearer I recognized that the woman was clearly Margo and in my dream
she dropped her halter-top and began fondling my rock-hard cock with her
magnificent breasts. Waking from my dream sleep I turned in the bed to Janet
and entered her, pounding away with my cock. But my mind still held Margo's
visage.

When we got home from work that day there was a message on our recorder. It was
from Margo reminding us about dinner and asking us to come over about seven.

At seven we went next door. Janet was dressed in a tight-fitting jeans skirt
and a green silk blouse that showed off her raven hair. She had put on a pair
of 5-inch stiletto heels for the occasion that accented her lovely legs. My
antennae went up immediately-Janet only wore her high heels when she had sex on
the mind.

Gavin and Margo greeted us at the door and invited us into the living room for
drinks. Margo was wearing her own pair of heels with a skirt slit up the side
almost to her waist. And now we would meet the mysterious Gavin.

Gavin spent the next 10 minutes telling us about himself. It seems he made a
killing about 3 years ago in the stock market investing in one of the internet
companies and sold off before the market took a nosedive. He was a rich man and
had no need or desire to work. He was a charismatic person and I could tell
that Janet was impressed with his Nordic good looks and charm.

After a couple of drinks we were all sufficiently relaxed and went to the
dining room. Margo had prepared a West Indian dish of lamb that was served
communal style from a large pot placed in the middle of the table. It tasted as
good as it smelled.

Dinner consisted mostly of small talk and afterward we retired to the living
room for a nightcap. Conversation was innocuous enough until at the end Gavin
posed a question.

"Bill, do you and Janet enjoy costume parties?"

What kind of question was this? We both looked at each other with a puzzled
look. Then I said to Gavin, "I suppose so, it has been years since we have been
to one." Where was this leading?

"Well, Margo and I are hosting a get-together in a couple of weeks for a small
circle of friends and we thought that you and Janet would fit in perfectly",
said Gavin.

Staring straight at me with her large, brown eyes Margo said, "It will be an
intimate party and we would love to get to know each of you in a 'special'
way".

Margo's body language left no question as to what 'special' meant. I wondered
if Janet understood it the way I did and I turned to her only to see her
respond to Margo, "We would be delighted to come to the party. I hope we can
connect as intimately with the other guests as I know we will with the two of
you".

"I have no doubt the two of you will enjoy yourselves immensely," said Gavin.

The next two weeks went by quickly. I noticed that Janet and Margo went
shopping together several times to, as she coyly put it, "Add to my wardrobe."
One night after a shopping trip they were over at the house, talking in low
conspiratorial voices. Tipping an ear to the wall I heard only a fragment of a
sentence. It was Margo who said ".... my brother has a cock that is nine inches
long-and wide-very wide. And his older brother's cock is even bigger."

Janet replied, "I would love to suck them off," to which Margo quickly
responded, "You will, including more cocks than you ever imagined."

My own eight-incher became immediately hard as I envisioned my wife sucking off
another man's cock-even many of them! And I just about creamed in my pants to
think if Janet got her way with other men I might, just might, get my way with
Margo.

My anticipation at what was in store for us at the costume party was building
in intensity. Late one night I stole a peek at her new 'wardrobe'. My eyes took
in a black leather mini-skirt, 'come fuck me' high heels, a pair of fishnet
stockings and a top that was more bra than anything else. Also, there were two
costume masks in the shopping bag. Interesting, very interesting. I decided to
ask Janet if she and Margo were planning anything special for the party.

Her answer was tantalizing to say the least. "Just wait and see, hon'," she
said, "Leave everything to Margo and I".

Believe me, I was perfectly content to do just that.

Gavin and Margo had to go out of town a few days before the party so I was
denied any further glimpses of Margo's poolside beauty, at least for the
moment. But Saturday was here in no time and soon it was time for us to go to
the party.

On the night of the party Janet surprised me again by appearing from the
bedroom with a long coat on that went almost to her ankles. As for me, the
invitation had specified 'black tie for men'. It was cold outside, which
explained the coat, I thought, and I wondered if she had decided against
wearing her new 'wardrobe'. We drove to the address given to us, a secluded
ranch-style house in a wooded area just outside of town. At the end of a long
driveway there were about 10 cars parked to the side. We pulled up and Janet's
door was opened by a muscular young man in a tuxedo who helped her from the
car. Taking my keys, he parked our car without a word. As we approached the
front door it swung open, held by one of the most beautiful women I had ever
seen. Dressed in a long evening gown, she welcomed us into the house, taking
Janet's coat and hanging in the closet.

"My name is Eve", she said, "I'm here to help you in any way I can. There is
only one thing we ask of you tonight-please wear your mask at all times.
Everyone at the party is anonymous to everyone else-at least for tonight".

I shouldn't have worried, as Janet was resplendent in her new outfit. The top
was especially sexy as it showed just enough of her tits to make me want to
look farther. And her high heels set off her legs beautifully. We put on our
masks, which covered the top half of our faces and made our way to the party.

The guests were in the living room, a massive room about 50 feet wide with a
roaring fire in the fireplace. All the men wore tuxedos and the
women...well...imagine Janet times ten. The women were dressed in various
provocative outfits that looked like an array of models from Frederick's of
Hollywood. I got a drink for Janet and I and we began to mingle.

A black woman with an ostrich feather mask came up to us and, without a word
took Janet by the arm and escorted her away. I know who that is, I thought.
There isn't a mask in the world that could hide Margo's beauty.

"Bye dear," Janet said as she walked off towards the back of the house. "Have
fun, I'll see you later". Damn right I would have fun.

I needn't have worried as a blonde woman who introduced herself only as Rachel
immediately took me in tow. Rachel had long flowing white-blonde hair, down
below her waist, and was dressed in a see-through gown. My eyes took in her
body from top to bottom and I relished a chance to see her close up and
personal. We talked and shared a drink for about 30 minutes. I should say we
shared a drink and groped each other as we did everything but fuck right there
in the living room. My mind wondered where Janet had gone to but was quickly
focused on Rachel as she fondled my penis, which now was straining to get out
of these tight pants.

One of the men whose features made him certainly Gavin asked the guests to come
near him in front of the fireplace. Introducing himself as the host, he
welcomed everyone to the party and explained that he had some entertainment
planned to get the party started. But first, to get to know each other better,
we would choose our partner for the entertainment by random chance. Producing a
bowl he put into it a number of slips of paper and asked each of the men to
draw form the bowl.

The first man drew a slip and handed it to Gavin to read. "Number four", Gavin
said.

A woman from the group said, "I'm number four too" and the two of them joined
arms.

I drew next.

"Number seven", Gavin said.

"Lucky me," said Rachel. "I'm number seven".

"Lucky for both of us", I said as I took Rachel by the arm.

The drawing continued until everyone had a partner, with Gavin, the lucky
bastard, ending up with two women, one on each arm. He led us to the back of
the house where the 'entertainment' waited.

We entered a darkened room at the back of the house. More than a room really,
it was a mini-theatre which had an elevated platform with a curtain. There were
sofas placed around the room so each of the guests could watch the stage.

Rachel and I took our seats on a sofa near the front so we could have a good
view. I settled in to watch whatever would unfold with my arm around Rachel and
her hand massaging my cock.

Just then the curtain parted and a blue light illuminated the stage. Rock music
began playing a beat and I recognized the song from the late '60's 'In Na Gadda
Da Vida. There was a round bed on the stage and as my eyes adjusted to the
light I could see a woman astride the bed with two men. Naked but masked she
was clearly as white as the two men were black. Coal-black, in fact, their skin
virtually blending with the darkness. The sight of the erotic contrast was an
instant turn-on for both Rachel and me. As my eyes adjusted further I could see
that they were each wearing a leather strap device that held their massive
cocks at right angles to their bodies. Otherwise naked, they were muscular and
their ebony bodies glistened with a light sheen of oil.

Leaning on the bed the woman grabbed one of the gigantic cocks and began
sucking. Trying her best to get as much in her mouth as possible, she licked
the length of the shaft and greedily swallowed the precum that collected on the
head. The other man, who seemed to be a twin of the first, leaned down, spread
the woman's legs and began to lick her engorged pussy.

I felt another body sit on the sofa with Rachel and I. Turning to our guest, I
looked into a masked, naked black woman. It was Margo!

"Hello, Bill", she said, "If you look closely enough on the stage you might see
someone you know".

Turning back to the stage I looked at the two men. Never seen them before, I
thought. The legs and hips of the man she was sucking hid the woman's face but
she did look familiar. An erotic thought crossed my mind. I leaned a little to
the right and could see that the woman was tall with long, red hair.

"Yes", said Margo, "It's your wife, Bill. That's Janet up there. She's with my
two brothers, James and Andre."

My mind and body instantly entered an aroused state never before experienced as
I watched my wife being pleasured by two black studs. What a turn-on! The music
continued and I settled back to watch as the man licking at Janet's pussy now
turned her on her back so he could enter her with his cock. She lay looking a
one man's massive cock, continuing to suck it while the other pounded her
pussy, inserting his cock right up to the base of the shaft. Grinding her hips
I could tell from years of marriage that she was in the throes of one orgasm
after another.

Looking around me I could see that the scene was having its effect on the other
guests. Everywhere men and women were coiled together aroused by the show on
the stage. I felt a hand go to my zipper and expertly lift my own engorged cock
out. It was my beautiful Margo and she took every inch of me into her mouth.
Not to be outdone, Rachel leaned over and she and Margo took turns sucking me
as I watched the stage.

The music and the performers were reaching a crescendo. Janet had switched
partners and now was sucking the man who had previously fucked her. The other
pounded away at her swollen pussy. As the music reached its climax, both men
were released from her mouth and pussy and spewed their hot jism over her tits
and body. Greedily, she licked and swallowed every drop. Before collapsing on
the bed, she turned to me and gave me a wink and blew a kiss. The curtain
closed.

I knew what I wanted now. I turned Margo over onto her knees on the sofa and
entered her doggie-style. Rachel went to the end of the sofa, positioning
herself so Margo could taste Rachel's hot, wet pussy. Pounding away, Margo and
I went at it until we both climaxed and her screams of delight could be heard
throughout the house.

Margo, Rachel and I went into a side bedroom where we spent the night pleasing
each other in every imaginable way. When I woke up it was to the sight of a
lovely ebony breast on my shoulder. God knows where Janet spent the night. We
went home that morning too exhausted even to speak.

Several Months Later

Coming home from work late one night I thought to myself how much our lives had
changed since our new neighbors had moved in. Janet and I had become regulars
at periodic parties thrown by Gavin, Margo and their friends. We were even
hosting a party in a few weeks. My cock began to tremble as I thought of all
the wanton sex we had experienced and how much more there would be to enjoy.

As I entered the front door of our house Janet's voice could be heard loud and
clear.

"More!" she screamed, "Damn it, more!" "Harder, fuck me harder. Give it all to
me-I want it ALL!"

I smiled as I approached the bedroom. There on the bed lay my beautiful, sexy
wife. Gavin was on top of her with his own massive cock thrusting into her
pussy. Kneeling on the bed were Margo's two brothers, James and Andre, their
ebony cocks at attention and one of Janet's hands cupped around each. Three
times this week I had come home to Janet being fucked by one or more of her
newfound friends. Oh, well, I thought, my sexpot wife needs her cock and I'll
get some of her later when the men are spent. Until then...

I looked out the back window at Gavin and Margo's back yard. I heard a splash
and then saw Margo climb out of the pool, her T-back plastered to her skin. It
should be another hour until Janet is through. I walked next door.

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