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.
Jenny's breath got short and her heart began to pound. Oh, this girl was no novice; she got this guy rock hard in record time, and what a nice cock that stud had, long and stiff, curving slightly upward toward the girl's open mouth with the blue veins in his shaft bulging in anticipation of a sweet tantalizing tongue. The girl began to suck in earnest now and used her saliva to keep the cock wet, then pulled away to blow lightly on the head, leaving a thin strand of pre-cum dangling as a bridge between her sensuous open mouth and the wagging cock.
The man groaned and pushed the girl's head down for more and she happily obliged, her sensuous open mouth moving ever farther downward on his pulsating shaft all the way to the base, which was shaved clean, as her saliva dripped down to his savory pink cum-sac.
Jenny's chest began to heave with excitement. It was a live porn show and she was part of the audience. Jenny pushed her hand down under her harem pants and felt the moistness. Oh yes, she was wet again. Jenny moved her hand lower and felt her fun button -- oh fuck yes -- her clit was swollen and throbbing like never before. But this time, she was smart. She tugged on her bottoms and slid them down to her knees before fingering her soaking wet pussy.
"Not making that mistake again," she thought, plunging her fingers in deeper as she watched the red-head swallow that long thick cock.
Then, again, a pang of conscience. Wasn't this wrong? This was the second time this very night that she had been a peeping Tom -- or Tommie -- whatever they called the women. More than just wrong, wasn't it perverted? At least a little bit? And, what if whoever was in the room heard her, especially the way her breathing was now?
"Oh... rat-fuck," she thought, banishing her conscience and rising up slowly to peer through the peep-holes once again. Jenny was aroused again, and she was not going to miss the show.
"I'm in this up to my eyeballs, so I might as well keep going," she thought, trying her best to breath slowly so as not to make a sound. Now the couple was on the bed, the girl's compact breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples taut and her lips puffy and wet.
Now the man was fucking the girl's pouty mouth harder, his pre-cum dripping down her lower lip, onto her chin and then his bent shaft. Oh, this was so fucking hot, Jenny thought, as her hand sought out her pussy once again, probing deeper, in and out, keeping time with the cock that fucked that O-shaped mouth in front of her. The redhead sucked his long curvy cock even faster now, her head bobbing up and down and suddenly, without warning, the man's head went back, then snapped forward as he let out a terrible groan and shot a huge load of white spunk into the redhead's perky little mouth. Too much - way too much for her mouth.
She gagged, but wouldn't stop sucking. Down on that big cock she went again, as yet another load of cock spunk shot out of that quivering prick, with the creamy load spilling over the girl's parted white teeth and panting tongue, filling the inside of her mouth to overflow so that the excess spunk leaked out and trickled down the left side of her chin like molten white lava.
The pretty redhead laughed, gulped down the sticky sperm and licked the dripping cum from her lips. What a sight. He laughed too, and then Jenny heard it clearly - he had not spoken a word, but now, the laugh. She knew that laugh, she knew that voice very well. No, she thought, it couldn't be - impossible, of all people - then he turned toward what he must have thought was the mirror, and smiled as he ran his fingers through his tossled hair. The curly salt and pepper hair Jenny knew so well - because she had fingered it herself so often over the years - it was Guy!
