Blac Dress and Mistletoe

Black Dress and Mistletoe 2

A few weeks after the mistletoe party, I got a call from Maria. The lady who lived in Mountjoy, the big country house on the outskirts of Durham.

I was surprised and pleased to get the call, because, to be honest, I didn't really know her that well. Yes, my husband and I had been invited to her Xmas party, but, that was because we had accompanied friends of her husband on that night.

This time however, she had called to invite

me

to an afternoon get together at her house the following Friday.

Then, I puzzled even more when it was made clear that it was a girl's only party. A few mystery guests might be there, but, husbands were definitely not invited.

"They rather get in the way of us having a good time I'm afraid," she confessed. And, you probably know, I like to have some dancing and games and various activities, some of them quite naughty I'm afraid...

"By the way" she went on quickly, "do you know anyone that you could bring along? Not Sheila, please...and do me a favour by not mentioning this to her. She's not an adventurous spirit if you know what I mean. What I need are girls who will go for that sort of thing...girls like yourself."

That was a hidden message if ever there was one. And slowly I was getting it. All so delicately put, but, the words "broad minded" were also slipped in.

Then, I remembered coming out of one of her cupboards when playing the Dustman's knock game and her friend Sharon observing my hasty attempt to rearrange clothing. I put two and two together then and thought Sharon must have reported that incident to Maria and that's why she was ringing me now. I was being classed as a "bad girl" and "bad girls" were what she wanted at her next party.

I must say that I liked Maria from the little I had seen of her that night. Also, Sharon and her other close friend Olivia seemed quite nice too. My instinct was to accept the invitation and try and get into their circle.

Who else did I know?...another "bad girl?" Well, Miriam of course, she came to mind instantly, because, she would be up for a party like that. No two ways about it. There wasn't much she hadn't done. So it was agreed, I would bring her along.

What to wear? Maria put me right on that. "Well...short skirts and blouses should do it. High heels and make-up. You typical party gear, darling..."

I looked at my watch as I put down the phone. Goodness the time! Mark could be arriving soon with books from wife Sheila for the church jumble sale. Hopefully, he would be on his own. He was a seduction-in-progress by me and I wanted him to get a decent look at my legs again and fuel his growing lust. I raced up the stairs and went to the back of the top shelf in my wardrobe. There they were, my cut-off denim shorts. I hurriedly pulled them on. They were tight emphasizing and hugging my curvy behind. No need for panties with these. All I needed now was a blouse and some high heels.

I posed in the full length mirror as I got my breath back. My legs looked good even if I said so myself. Still tanned from the summer and smooth and silky as ever. I wanted Mark's eyes to pop out of his head when he saw me in these sexy hot pants.

Then my hand shot over my mouth as I thought of something. My pussy!...what was it looking like? I needed to check. Quickly, I eased my hot pants down. A girl needs her sex to look presentable, at all times. Even if there is only the remote prospect of a man examining her there. Oh! I'm getting light headed just thinking about that...

My snatch was neat and only needed a quick brush and a token snip of some hairs to make it perfect again. I sighed and allowed my fingers to brush my clit, imagining HIM or another man touching me there...exploring...Oh!...oh! My face quickly blushed red. I was getting so excited...STOP IT, you slut.

Suddenly, I heard a car door slam and it enough to jar me back to reality. I pulled my denim shorts back up. And tried to compose myself. Then there was a knock on the door. My heart was beating fast, but, I took a deep breath. No need to get into a fluster. Take control. I calmly walked down the stairs and up to the front door.

"Hello Mark," I smiled..."oh you've come with the books" I said when I saw what he was carrying.

I opened the door wide, "please come in."

"I'm putting them upstairs" I told him. "You don't mind carrying them up, do you?"

"Oh no," he said. "I don't mind."

I led the way upstairs knowing that his eyes would be fixed on my legs and gently swaying ass. I took my time.

At the top I had deliberately left a sprig of mistletoe. It had been there since Xmas. Now part of my plan to seduce my admirer.

"Oh...you've still got some mistletoe...up there," he commented.

"Lucky you," I breathed huskily, my face now only inches from his as we stopped at the head of the stairs.

He hesitated unsure of the social niceties.

"Well...aren't you going to kiss me?" I said provocatively. "It won't be up there much longer..."

To his credit Mark jumped at the chance and this time I got a real kiss. In fact he went on kissing me more than once, as he pulled me in ever closer.

Then his hands gravitated to my bottom, pulling me in as he did so. "You shouldn't let me do this," he breathed into my ear.

"But I like it," I responded.

He pulled me in closer, holding me tight which was our closest physical contact so far.

I wriggled free because that was as far as I was prepared to go at present. One enjoyable step at a time I thought, after all, I didn't want him thinking I was all that easy. Also, I had to ring Miriam and put her in the picture regarding Maria's party.

As anticipated, Miriam was keen and excited at the prospect of coming with me, especially when I told her that there would be men and dirty games in prospect.

Maria greeted us at the door when we arrived in Miriam's car. She gave us a warm welcome and ushered us into the large room at the back where the other women were congregated. Maria's two friends, Sharon and Olivia were already there. They put us in the picture as to what Maria had in mind for the afternoon, including some entertainment for her husband's business friends. I suppose not knowing us too well they were giving us a last chance to make our excuses and leave.

But, Miriam and I were pleased to have been invited and a little hank-panky wasn't going to deter us. At least we had been pre-warned.

As before, there were lots of bottles of expensive looking white wine to drink. A few glasses of that stuff and everyone was in a party mood. Soon, we were up and dancing to disco music. I noticed that all 5 of us were wearing short skirts. As we were dancing I saw Jacob, Maria's husband, bring in a small group of men. These were the guests we had been told about. From the way they were dressed they looked like rich businessmen or wealthy landowners. And from what I could see, they were all older men, reasonably handsome and distinguished. One was a Lord, another had a with a knighthood. A real Sir.

Almost immediately, My throat was dry, my heart beating fast. But then again, I have always been in awe of men in authority. They had that effect on me.

We were introduced to them one by one and when they all turned their eyes on me, my heart started to pound again and my knees felt decidedly weak. A sure sign that their commanding presence was having a dominating effect on me. I knew, even then, that I would find it hard to resist the authority that exuded from their unmistakeable powerful personas.

Later, I learned they were indeed quite wealthy individuals, some being owners of businesses or private estates, like friends of some exclusive private club.

They too were well catered for in the drinks department, their table in the corner being full of spirits and wine. I had the feeling that they had already had a few drinks elsewhere.

They had obviously come into the big room to observe the women, watch them dancing etc. As all of us girls were quite pretty with good figures, I don't suppose you could blame them. And, knowing the men were watching them, the women put on an erotic show, swaying and moving their bodies about sexily.

Not long into it, with Maria leading the way, we were hitching up our skirts as we danced around our handbags, just generally showing off and vying for their attention.

Olivia leaned across and whispered to me while we moved to the music. "They are really nice gentlemen, very generous too. If we are nice to them we'll probably get a good present."

"Oh, so they have been here before, have they?" I asked.

"Yes, Maria invites Jacob's rich and powerful friends every now and again."

When we sat down we had a hilarious surprise waiting for us. We all got an ice lolly which was shaped exactly like a man's cock. All different colours, but, the idea was the same, we had to suck those lolly's while pretending that we had a real penis in our mouths. Slurp, lick, slurp, lick...while naughtily glancing across at the guests while we did so...a bit disgusting, but everyone got the meaning.

The men stopped talking among themselves and we got their full attention while we worked seductively on those lolly's.

It was disgraceful conduct really, but we just giggled and laughed.

Then Maria cracked the whip and were made to go up to the men 's table, one at a time, pull our skirts up to our waists and show off our stocking tops, thighs and panties. If we hadn't been so tipsy I don't suppose we would have agreed to do any such thing, respectable married women that we supposedly were, but, as it was, we just followed on like sheep. Maria, again, had led the way and showed us, by example, exactly what to do. The men cheered and banged the table in appreciation.

All we had to do was copy what she did, which made it a lot easier. As I said before, the drink was the catalyst in this situation. Also, I could still taste some powdery substance on my tongue. Something slipped into our glass maybe.

I was O.K. you understand, not dizzy or anything, but, everything seemed strange and unreal. The effect of it was that I wasn't shy or reticent about showing off what was underneath my skirt. It seemed quite normal that I should reveal myself in that way to these important men. In fact, I remember being disappointed that I wasn't showing more...

And what is it about men that they get turned on at the sight of a woman lifting up her skirt and showing off a pair of legs? I mean every woman that's ever been born has them? And what makes one's woman's legs prettier or sexier than any other? It's a mystery or just a matter of luck.

And for that matter, why should a woman get a thrill exhibiting herself for a man, showing off her legs and panties; hearing them growl in appreciation and feeling her will to resist wither away at their lustful stares. Because that's exactly what happened to me. They must have all thought I was fair game.

After that we played spin the bottle. It was Maria's idea. That girl was never short of wicked ideas.

Sharon and Olivia gave out little excited squeals. It was a game they obviously knew and enjoyed.

I looked at Miriam, neither of us had any idea what was to come.

It was in fact a game Maria had made up. She was apparently very good at that.

So the bottle was spun and the neck of it pointed to Maria herself. Without hesitation she unzipped her skirt and took it off. The other ladies clapped and the men cheered. Our gorgeous hostess, with her curly blonde hair down to her shoulders, stood there posing proudly, in tiny white sexy panties, barely covering her pussy...her long tanned lovely legs on close view for a very appreciative male audience.

What was her husband thinking? As from the shadows, he watched her provocative display for his buddies? - we would never know, because he just stood there at the back with a neutral expression on his face. I had heard rumours at the Xmas party that his friends had bailed him out of substantial debts and maybe that had something to do with it.

Then it was Miriam's turn. Give the girl her due, she had her mini-skirt off in a twinkling. She could show her excellent legs anywhere, they were so good. And I could tell she was loving every second of it. She certainly got the men's attention. I could tell from her flushed face that she was loving it.

Then I got my turn as the spun bottle pointed to me. I have to confess that I was just itching to unzip my skirt and show my legs off to these men. I wanted to see their reaction to my sexy lace panties and shapely bare thighs. The drink was obviously getting to me.

I flashed a seductive smile in their direction. A sure sign I was losing my inhibitions. I lingered for as long as I dared, posing seductively and letting their eyes feast on my long shapely legs.

As I reluctantly walked back to sit down, my eyes met with Miriam's. We were both behaving disgracefully and we knew it. As married women we were definitely overstepping the mark. But, at the same time, we were also very excited. Our flushed faces said it all. We were getting turned on and in dangerous territory.

Olivia and Sharon got their turn and soon all 5 of us were minus our skirts for our appreciative audience.

Maria then fished out sprigs of mistletoe from a box. She put a piece in each girls hair.

Then she spoke slowly and deliberately as if to penetrate the debilitating haze that had settled on our brains. It was only later much later that I realised that whatever was in our drinks had reduced us to submissive playthings for the benefit of the male guests.

"Now girls we are going to play a game called Hide and Sex," she said. "That means you must run and hide before the men try to find or catch you. And seeing that you are all provocatively attired, it's really up to the men as to what happens when they catch you. The least you will get is a French kiss. If you don't want anything else, then don't get caught."

She looked at her watch. "Time starts now..."

There was a silence as her words sunk in. Then there were shrieks of panic as the girls realised what was about to happen. They fled in all directions. A flurry of legs and panties everywhere. The men were immediately on their feet. More screams ensuing. It was chaos. Even if we could have got to our skirts there would have been no time to put them back on.

My face blushed red as I scampered across the marble floor in my high heels, narrowly missing a collision with a giggling Sharon.

Glancing around with curiosity, I wondered if Maria, herself, was taking part in this naughty game. She had to be, of course, 5 ladies for 5 men. And now confirmed by the fact that she was being hunted relentlessly by one of Jacob's friends, her delectable ass swaying and long legs striding out.

Then, I slid near the bottom step and lost some valuable time. As I made it up the main stairs, I was aware of my allotted beau coming up behind me. I was supposed to get time to hide, but he was closing fast, two stairs at a time.

"You're far too soon, to start your chase" I wailed. "It's not fair."

"What's fair got to do with it? He wheezed, a man out of breath," I want my hands on that sexy ass."

At these words, I paused at the top of the stairs, fatally, as it turned out, because, at the mention of my bum, I pushed it out provocatively and wriggled it at him. I suppose I knew what I was doing, but it was more like an instinctive thing. Also, I started to giggle with excitement. A mixture of drink and some kind of drug, craftily added, had seen to that. What was it that we had consumed? I put my hands to the sides of my head. I was in a right fuzz.

I scampered on in my high heels, a married woman scantily clad and with not a clue as to where she was going, or what she was doing. Like a brainless Bimbo, not thinking straight...not thinking at all!

The chase was on...and I was fair game. There for the taking and at the mercy of my rampant pursuer.

And, in less than a minute, his hands were gripping my hips. His hot breath on my neck. I was CAUGHT!

Screams all around the house told me that all the chasing men had either been triumphant or were successfully closing in on their prey.

I could tell he was all fired up and ready for sex as he kissed me and had his hand travel down where it shouldn't. Then he grabbed my wrist and hauled me into the nearest bedroom. Egged on by the mistletoe above the doorway, he didn't pause there. His possessive hand on my ass told me he wanted a lot more than kisses. "Get in there bitch," he ordered, in a voice that did not brook dissent. I complied, relieved I suppose, to be told what to do.

Then, just brushing aside my mumbled misgivings, he pushed me onto the bed and pinned his heavy body on top of me. I was going nowhere until his lust was satisfied. That much was clear.

The next thing I knew was that my sexy white panties was being yanked down my legs and off. Immediately, his hands started to roam over my bare legs and thighs. After that, with my legs spread, there ensued a lengthy and thorough examination of my vagina. His fingers taking command and exploring at will, while I just lay back and sighed. Then his mouth and tongue joined in the fun and before long I was wet and willing for more attention and whatever came next. The point of his tongue had a particularly devastating effect on my defences, as it snaked and probed at my clit.

I was in absolute heaven, as I forgot everything and yielded completely to his seductive advances. In any case, my head was still spinning with the effects of that damned drug. There was absolutely nothing I could do as the man had his way with me.

I know I had been half expecting it, but, I still gasped with shock as his big cock slid into the fleshy folds of my moist pussy. Something that shouldn't be there, of course, in the vagina of a married woman, but, nevertheless, was forcibly and delightfully penetrating into the forbidden passage of my sex. All the way in...

Then he started to fuck me and there was no going back.

"Oh my God...Oooooh..."

Now Vincent Perigrew contributes with his side of the story.

Now hey, I don't particularly want to tell tales out of school, especially where married women are concerned, but yes, I remember a group of 5 of us attending an afternoon shindig at Jacob and Maria's place near Durham on an afternoon just after Xmas. There was still mistletoe hanging everywhere. I remember that. And there were attractive ladies there too. It turned out to be a great party.

Look, I don't like to brag, but, must confess that all of us guys are seriously rich, either owning companies, businesses or estates. We are also members of all the right clubs and send our children/grandchildren to public schools. We are undoubtedly part of the privileged classes. I won't apologise for that.

Jacob, on the other hand is not in our league as regards wealth or business but, undoubtedly, he would like to be. The poor guy has an unfortunate gambling habit and relies on us to regularly bail him out. Hence the parties hosted by his lovely blonde wife, Maria.

This lady is gorgeous and we all have evil designs on her. She is a beautiful ex- model with a fantastic figure and not in the least shy to show off her delightful body.

She is renowned for her sex games and naughty activities and Jacob assured us that this time we were in for a really good time. She had assembled a small group of local "broad-minded" married women to participate in these games. Married or divorced ones, like that, are the best for such activities. They are less likely to talk and more likely to "co-operate" with older guys like us, especially, if we get them tipsy and in the right mood. Also, I'm sure Maria, who is a good judge of such things, takes great care in who she invites along to these "private parties."