They made their way up the grand staircase, still breathing heavily. It had felt like a dream, a strange turn of events that had taken their relatively normal lives on some strange and forbidden adventure. But as much as their hesitancy lingered, their curiosity felt the stronger driver.
Here, in this house, in these masks with strangers they could be whoever they wanted to be. The lines between rules of attraction, taboos and are normally suspended as if they were walking in a living fantasy, an amalgamation of all their yearning and suppressed desires free to play in this house.
"I can tell that you were initially nervous," she said as she held his hand leading him up the stairs.
"I was, but this is such an exciting experience," he replied.
"Then experience it all," she said, "We get one night, let's let this place be our playground to explore together."
"Everything?" He asked nervously.
"Anything we want together" she reaffirmed, staring him straight in the eyes.
As they arrived at the top of the staircase, two corridors led to very different locations. One led to a large room filled with light, sound and laughter, the other down towards a large double door. Their new friend took them both by the hands.
"I think you want to come down to this room," she said and slowly led them towards it.
As the door opened their eyes were wide open. It was a large bedroom, almost as large as their entire house. In the middle of the room, a large king bed dominated the space but was surrounded by multiple soft pillows. The smell of incense filled the air and soft music played. The room was however empty.
"I thought there would be more people in here?" He asked.
"Oh, there is," she replied. "Follow me".
She walked towards a corridor and another closed door and opened it, they were enveloped in steam.
"This is the Turkish bathroom," she said.
As they walked in they could barely see more than a metre or so in front of them. Towards the large bay windows, they made out an enormous stone bath with figures bathing themselves and around the corner and through the steam-filled haze, a giant beautifully tiled wall with a large walk-in shower, filled with showerheads.
"This is a place to relax," she said and with that took his wife's hand and led her into the steam.
As she walked off she smiled back at him and said "why don't you join me in a minute?" She said.
He looked around. There must have been 8-12 people in this giant area, the soft music playing in the background occasionally interrupted by soft moans and laughter.
He walked into the shower not quite knowing what to expect but as he entered he made out the silhouette of his wife. He went to walk over to her, but then he stopped.
The scene unfolding was too erotic to interrupt, so he sat down on the step as the hot steam wrapped around him and he took a moment to watch.
He saw his wife's body, enveloped in steam with hot water trickling down her. Her soft curves, wide hips and large breasts were slick with soap as she was slowly being washed.
He counted them. One. Two. Three. Three women now surrounded her in the shower, rubenesque and like sirens they slowly traced their hands over her body, exploring her, delighting in her.
One slowly washed her hair why the other knelt and took her feet one at a time and slowly cleaned them. It was slow, sensual and tender. He watched his wife lean her head back into the woman washing her hair and rest her head against her large breasts.
"Your breasts are amazing," the strange woman said as she ran her hands down her shoulders, over them and cupping them felt their weight. She smiled and thanked her.
"And your soft thighs," said another, tracing her way over them. One by one they explored her and he sat there, watching with his full attention.
His wife's gaze met him and she smiled at him again and gestured over to the space next to him. He hadn't noticed but a small audience had joined him.
"It's ok to play baby," she said to him, "I want you to enjoy this" She added.
His hand made its way down to his hard cock and he started to slowly stroke it, indifferent to the four men and two other women immediately around him also pleasuring themselves.
He felt his cock, hard in his hand. It felt liberating and free. He noticed the men around him quicken their pace and the women edge deeper with their breathing with each soft stroke, completely fixated and entranced with the visual feast before them.
His wife then leant over and softly kissed one of the women, then the other two. They were suddenly locked in an embrace of sheer feminine passion, kissing, and rubbing their large breasts against each other as their hands explored every inch of soft flesh.
