Editor: WhiteWave48
As the sound of the secret lovers' footsteps faded, Jenny emerged from the closet, and went directly into the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later, she walked back into the bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp, sat down on the bed and began to gather her wits about her.
"Marti has just cheated on her husband, Rick," Jenny murmured to herself, "right in front of my eyes, no less." Jenny shook her head as if that would clear her fuzzy thoughts. "Of course," Jenny thought with a grimace, "I suppose, technically speaking, I've just cheated on my husband too." She got up and began to pace the room. "So, neither one of us is perfect," she mumbled to herself, as if thinking out loud would help, "but Marti and Rick - they are the ones who wanted to go to this party and they dragged me into it. What in the world is going on here?"
First the heavy kissing and petting downstairs, then the strip tease girls in the ballroom, (perhaps appropriately named, considering what was going on in there) and now Marti sneaking upstairs to give a quick, sloppy blow job to the handsome, mysterious Zorro. It was getting to be too much. Suddenly, Jenny felt something in her lower regions, looked down and saw that her panties had soaked through with her own honey as a result of that last overpowering orgasm.
"My God," Jenny thought, "how can I go downstairs looking like some sort of trollop?"
People would notice wet panties, you would think, and what if it gets back to Guy? He'd have a fit, Jenny knew, on that skimpy outfit alone, and if he knew her panties had gotten soaked at this kind of party, and how they got soaked, he would do more than have a fit, he would throw her out of the house, and then what would she do?
Maybe she could borrow an outfit from the closet, change her clothes and just sneak out. Not many people had seen her and with the heavy make-up she had on, to say nothing of this ridiculous outfit that no one would imagine her in. Jenny thought she had recognized a few people, but with the costumes and masks she couldn't be sure, so - it was probably the same in terms of people recognizing her. Of course, Rick and Marti knew, but... ho, ho, Jenny had something on Marti now, so Marti could certainly be persuaded to say whatever Jenny wanted if Guy started asking questions.
"That's the plan," she thought, as she started to feel much better. Now, she just had to borrow a little something from the closet, (she could bring it back tomorrow) and her problem would be solved.
The closet, the answer to Jenny's quandary, turned out to be quite interesting now that Jenny did not have to hide in it. As she re-entered the walk-in Jenny was astounded at the variety of men's and women's outfits. Row upon row of jeweled ball gowns, cocktail dresses of all colors and lengths, leisure wear, tennis outfits, nighties... mmmm... very sexy stuff, Jenny thought.... Merry Widow outfits, garter belts, crotchless undies, long silky things... and shoes... my god - Manolo Blahnicks even. It was like Imelda Marcos times ten!
And the men's side... formal wear, blue suits, gray suits, riding jackets, shoes, boots, sneakers, sandals, sweaters... and even costumes. Jenny moved a few items on the rack to the side, looking for something presentable but not expensive, and there it was - a gossamer-thin white scarf. Of course, she thought, as she picked it up and wound it around her neck and over her face. Perfect, she thought smugly, it's not a scarf, it's an Arabian veil - every Genie needs one.
Her heartbeat began to slow and she began to think more logically. The wet spot on her panties was almost dry already and with only her eyes showing above the veil, who would notice? Perhaps she could stay a little longer after all. Besides, it would be interesting - wait, what was that? Jenny heard a loud click and felt a cool breeze from somewhere behind the formal suits. Her heart skipped a beat and her nipples hardened in fear - then she saw a low door had sprung open toward the back of the closet, and beyond, a dark passageway.
"My God, "Jenny thought, "a real live secret passage!"
Jenny stooped down and pushed herself through the narrow doorway, treading carefully and keeping one hand on the right side of the narrow passage to avoid stumbling in the dark. Gradually, as her eyes adjusted, she saw that there were small pinpoints of light along the carpeted floor, just enough to light the way down the corridor. Following the lights for a short distance, Jenny came to a dead end - no, it was just a left-hand turn, then a short distance to another door. Jenny stopped outside the door, held her breath, and listened. There were faint sounds, as if people talking, but was it from this room, or just sounds wafting up from another portion of the house? Slowly, Jenny turned the door handle and opened the door just a crack. Another room, small, dark, except for a reflection of light from the opposite wall, over the mantle of a huge fireplace.
Reluctant to open the door wider, in case the room was occupied, Jenny pressed her face to the thin crack in the door and tried to focus on the light source on the other end of the room. As her eyes adjusted, she slowly came to the realization that what looked like a mirror had to be more - it had to be, must be, a two-way mirror, the kind cops and spooks used to spy on people in an adjoining room without them knowing. As she started to open the door wider, suddenly, she saw it - a shadow passed across the light and Jenny saw the back of a head. There was someone in the room, and he, or she, was looking at the two-way mirror, and spying on someone in the next room.
He must be the 'big boss', Jenny realized, the guy who owned this fabulous house and who had arranged this secret passage so as to provide a stealthy view of a next-door bedroom where people were encouraged to engage in wild sex. It was a Peeping Tom's Paradise. Or, in her case, Jenny thought with a chuckle, perhaps a Peeping Tommie.
As her eyes moved to the opposite wall, Jenny saw the mirror suddenly light up, as if someone in the room opposite the mirror had turned on the light. As a female figure moved into view, Jenny felt the quickening of her pulse as she anticipated another hot scene. Pressing her face close to the crack in the door, Jenny instantly realized that she would not be disappointed. There, beyond the mirror, lying on a queen-size bed, with her head resting on a long golden cushion, was a pretty redhead - someone Jenny had seen downstairs dressed in costume - but she couldn't quite place who it was.
The woman was nearly naked, except for black stockings and high-heel shoes, and here she was - lying in bed, with her legs wide open, and her fingers lightly playing over her mons venus. Jenny's mouth went dry as the woman suddenly moved up on all fours and swung her butt around so that it was right in front of Jenny's line of sight, with her head looking over her shoulder. Yes, the pretty thing was looking at her shaved cunt in the mirror, so she could see how hot she looked when she finger-fucked herself. It was as if the little slut was putting on a show, just for Jenny.
Slender fingers longing for pleasure reached under the woman's long legs and moved over that swollen clit in quick circular motions before a single finger plunged deep into her pussy. In and out, first one, then two, and finally three fingers frantically stroked the wetness of the redhead's inner sanctum, while her throat began to emit low groans of excitement and pleasure. It seemed like she was ready to gush but then - she rolled over, and spread her legs wide, and it was obvious she was not alone.
Unable to move forward, and unwilling to go back, Jenny held her breath as a new and more exciting scene began to unfold before her. Now the redhead was kneeling on front of her boyfriend - or perhaps someone else's boyfriend - whose back was to the mirror. It was hard to see, but then the couple moved away a distance, to the bed, and the girl began unbuttoning the man's trousers.
