This story encompasses aspects of group sex, voyeurism, anal sex and minor bdsm elements. Credit for the idea of this story belongs to Ster001 who requested this fantasy through the Story Ideas Forum. I hope I did it justice.
Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as 'social events' and a personal invite was a coveted treasure.
That still didn't solve the problem of clothing. It had to be perfect. Tara wasn't sure why she felt that way, but she did. And though excited about attending such a famed party, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just an unsettling sensation deep in her stomach.
In an attempt to rid herself of the feeling, she pulled the terrycloth towel off her head, allowing her wet dark hair to tumble down. Tiny rivers of water ran down her delicate shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her alabaster skin goose-bumped from the slight chill. With a toss of the towel knotted around her, Tara made her way to the closet for one last perusal.
She decided on red. The red slinky dress with the spaghetti straps which clung to her figure so nicely. It was elegant, dressy and had just a touch of sexiness. The mid-length hem would be appropriate while still showing off her well-toned legs. Confident in her selection, she finished her make-up and started on her hair. There was still forty minutes before they had to leave. A quick blow dry and a simple twist and she would be on time.
Exactly on schedule, Tara walked down the stairs to see Dan patiently waiting for her. His eyes shone bright as he watched her approach. Yes. She had made the right selection. Tonight would be a night to remember.
Tara sat in awe as they drove up the long driveway. The house that stood before them was vast in size and stature. This was not a house, but a mansion. Never had Tara seen anything like it. The whole front was done in a stone and brick design, interweaved perfectly to create an old English design. The front lawn and gardens surrounding the walk were immaculate. Flowers and shrubs of every variety detailed the curved entrance.
"That's some house, huh, babe?"
"Oh, yes. It's incredible. I've never seen anything like it."
"Well, you will tonight."
"Yes, and only because we were invited. This house is magnificent. I wonder why they're so hidden at the back of the lots. I would love to be able to drive around this area and see all these beautiful homes."
"It's for privacy. Otherwise, they would have all us gawkers around constantly."
Tara giggled. "You're right. And I would be the number one gawker. Can you imagine living in a house like this? What a dream."
"Maybe one day, babe. Dreams do come true." With his final words, Dan got out of the car and came around to let Tara out. He held out his arm to his beautiful wife, and together, they climbed the stairs that led to the front door.
Tara let out a slight gasp as they entered the house. The large foyer was candle-lit, marking the way into the large party room. More bouquets of flowers were placed around the room, sending a sweet fragrance into the air. The aura in the room was electric. People mingled and stood around a small make-shift dance floor. The floor itself was lit with colored spot lights which flashed and moved, seemingly in time to the music which filtered through hidden speakers.
Seeing the only other couple they knew, Dan led Tara over to where Brian and Linda stood. Tara breathed a sigh of relief before giving Linda a tight hug. "Can you believe this place? It's like out of a fairy tale."
"I love it here," Linda answered. "I'm not sure I want to leave."
The two women continued to point out other aspects of the room they liked while the men went to get the group drinks. Tara was about to point out the elaborate fireplace in the corner when she spotted Garrett and Lucinda Robertson, their hosts, coming down the grand staircase.
"Oh, my," Tara gasped as she watched them. Their entrance had been well-timed and orchestrated. Everyone in the room had a full view of the attractive couple as they entered their own party. Ohs and ahs were heard around the room as they made their way through to greet their guests.
Tara watched them in a hypnotic trance. She was mesmerized by their elegance and class as they circulated through the room. They were everything she had always assumed of the wealthy. Well bred, classy, beautiful and distinguished. And under it all, a sense of power that energized the room.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Tara?" Linda said, pulling Tara back to attention.
"Absolutely."
"Check out that dress. It's exquisite," Linda continued. "How much do you think it cost?"
"A lot, I'm sure," Tara answered in reply but her attention had switched from Lucinda to Garrett Robertson. The black tux fit him to perfection and suited his dark Mediterranean looks. His hair was cut short and groomed neatly. It wasn't his good looks that affected Tara, it was something else. As she was trying to place what it was, he looked at her and gave a small nod.
Caught off-guard, Tara blushed and turned away. She inwardly groaned at being caught staring at him like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Linda giggled at her pink-face friend.
"Oh, be quiet," Tara said with a laugh. "Let's go find those men and get our drinks."
They found their husbands talking with a small crowd of colleagues from work. The group talked, laughed and enjoyed themselves. They ate, drank, danced and continued to mingle throughout the room.
Coming back from the dance floor with one of her husband's co-workers, Tara excused herself and made her way to the powder room. It was on her way back that Tara was stopped by Lucinda Robertson.
"And how are you doing tonight, love? Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Oh, yes, thank you," Tara replied. "It's been absolutely wonderful. And can I say, you have a beautiful home."
"Thank you, dear. Perhaps you will see more of it later. But first, let me introduce you to my husband."
