It Could Have Been Anyone Pt 03

It Could Have Been Anyone - Chapter Three

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Once again, this picks up right where the previous story left off.

I have plans for at least three more chapters after this. After that, it'll depend on if there's anything interesting to say or do with the characters.

At the Masquerade

They had an early dinner of Thai takeout on the 9th. Alicia picked at her food and excused herself first. She went to the bedroom and tried to figure out what to wear.

Halter top? Short skirt? No way, it's forty degrees out!

She thought.

And there's no point in dressing for some wild party when we probably aren't staying anyway

.

In the end she picked the jeans she was already wearing and a tight black-and-white sweater. It highlighted her curves but was modest and respectable. It would have been a little too casual for her office, but fine for, say, a dinner-and-a-movie date.

She considered a necklace with a silver vampire bat, a nod to the Halloween party where she had met Gene and Vivian, but decided to keep it simple. She wore no jewelry except stud earrings.

I hope Ben isn't too disappointed. This black bra will have to be racy enough to satisfy him when we get home.

She wasn't sure what to do about the recommendation that they bring bathrobes. She didn't have one, except a silk kimono, and she couldn't imagine bringing that. In the end she brought a normal pair of baggy flannel pajamas.

If I want to get a little risqué, I can unbutton some buttons. If I want to get really nuts, the top is big enough to wear without the bottoms and not show too much. But I'm probably not getting them out of the bag, so who cares

?

Her one preparation for something racy was trimming her pubic hair. Normally she'd let it go for weeks and only trim it when they had a hot date planned or she was going to wear a bikini. But she figured she might as well be ready to flash someone or give Ben a treat after the party and shaved a careful landing strip on her mound before getting dressed.

Ben wore jeans and a button-down shirt. They took an Uber to the party. They considered asking the driver to wait for them to evaluate the surprise, but decided they should give Gene more of a chance than that, and Uber wouldn't make it easy.

They arrived at 8:13 PM. They noticed something different as soon as the door opened.

"Welcome, whoever you are," Gene said theatrically as he beckoned them in. He was wearing a dark brown bathrobe and a mask covering half his face, from his nose up.

The mask was gray, shiny and smooth, probably meant for a masquerade ball. The pointed ears, jagged muzzle, and canine nose evoked the stylized image of a wolf. Paired with the bathrobe showing some chest hair it looked comical, like the laziest possible version of his werewolf costume from the Halloween party.

"I'm sure you're wondering about this." Gene pointed at his mask. "This is a new idea we're trying. There are several newcomers to the party and we thought this would help get everyone on an even footing."

"You'll find a mask for you on the table by the basement stairs," he continued, waving to the table. "Masks are required in the party room - the basement - for all attendees, and the party is staying there. We recommend taking one now, changing out of your street clothes before going downstairs, and putting it on then. That would also be a good time to put on a wig if you brought it. You may also want to use temporary tattoos on the table by the masks to add a sort of smokescreen, or just for the fun of making your body a bit different for the night."

"The bathroom right here is free, but if you'll need a while to get ready, you might want to use the upstairs bathroom or guest bedroom instead, so there's no risk of running into other guests before they're ready. Any questions?"

Gene dropped his arms and continued more casually after that. "OK, so I prepared that speech for everyone, but obviously it's mainly for you two. You aren't the only newcomers here, but you aren't even in the lifestyle and the others are, so we thought this would, you know, make you more comfortable. Faces will be hidden and we're trying to disguise other identifying details too. Just like the Halloween party, but without anything that would get in the way of this sort of party. What do you think? Want to give it a shot?"

Alicia and Ben looked at each other. "So if we say yes, what happens?" Ben asked slowly.

Gene shrugged. "You take your clothes off, put your masks and robes or whatever on, and go downstairs. I guess you can even go down in your street clothes if you want. I hope you'd want to join the fun with other people, but if you want to just watch the show - it probably has already started - then you can just watch for a while and go home with each other whenever you feel like it. No hard feelings."

Alicia tried to think of a problem with the plan but couldn't.

If anyone recognizes me, we leave. If my mask slips, we leave. But if nothing like that happens, then maybe

... She gave a small shrug. Ben copied her and said, "Well, sure, we'll give it a try. Thanks for thinking of us."

"Great! You two might want to change upstairs, then," Gene said, looking at his watch. "You were a couple minutes late, and the next guests should get here soon. Take the masks."

Ben motioned for her to go first. Alicia proceeded, second-guessing everything.

Chivalry? Checking out my ass? Having a private talk with Gene?

But Ben came upstairs just a few steps behind her carrying masks and followed her into the guest bedroom. He did a double-take when he saw her pajamas. She shrugged. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

Good

, she thought.

She stripped quickly and put the pajamas on. Ben took all his clothes off except his boxer shorts and put on the light blue bathrobe he had brought. One of the masks was a wolf mask, like Gene's, and Ben handed her the other. Like Gene's, it had pointed ears and cheeks with a fur pattern, but the ears were rounded and the nose was smaller. A fox, she guessed. She wondered if the choice of animal meant anything.

They stuffed everything into the duffel bag except their shoes, carrying them loose. In the hall they heard Gene talking to someone downstairs and waited until it finished. They crept downstairs. "Great!" Gene said when he saw them. "You can leave the shoes by the door and the bag on the couch in the living room. Go ahead down to the basement."

Alicia eased the basement door open gingerly, wondering about the occupant or occupants of the bathroom right next to it.

The first thing she noticed about the basement as soon as Ben closed the door behind them was the moaning. The party had indeed started.

When she got downstairs, it was clear where the moaning was coming from. A woman was sprawled on a bed with another woman on her knees in front of her, the kneeling woman's head buried between her legs. The kneeling woman was wearing a mask like Alicia's and a black bodysuit. It covered her from her crotch to the cups of her breasts, leaving a smooth back and round ass on display, but the bodysuit was so sheer that Alicia thought it wouldn't hide anything, even in the dim light.

The moaning woman on the bed was wearing only a mask. It was a wolf mask; if there were was a rule about animals matching genders, it apparently wasn't strict. Her fingers were laced through the hair of the woman eating her pussy. Her breasts pressed together in interesting ways as she reached further down the back of the kneeling woman, but she was apparently dead to the world, focused entirely on what the woman in the bodysuit was doing with - or to, or for - her.

"OK, wow," Ben murmured.

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that

, Alicia agreed.

Gene and other men taking turns railing some woman? A cocktail party with constant innuendo and R-rated games? Not... women just enjoying themselves

.

Ben and Alicia weren't the only audience. One man was just on the other side of the bed from the stairs. He was a little taller than Ben and Gene, with dark, curly hair and a tan complexion, wearing a fox mask and a red bathrobe. He apparently wasn't involved in the oral sex the bed was currently being used for but made no secret of enjoying the show, muttering appreciatively, one hand holding a beer and the other in the pocket of his bathrobe, close to his groin.

Alicia sidled around the bed to get away from the stairs to give any newcomers more room. That put her more directly behind the woman in the bodysuit. Ben joined her.

I'm sure he'll enjoy the view

, she thought.

This called the other man's attention to them. He took a few steps closer. "Hey, welcome," he said. "The usual hosts are a little busy right now, but you can make yourself at home. Drinks are in the fridge." He motioned to the appliance behind them, taking his hand out of his pocket.

"Thanks, man," Ben said. "What should we...?" he trailed off, waving at the scene.

"I'd say just watch, for now," the man in the red bathrobe said. "If they want help later on, they'll ask for it. Hey, maybe they will," he smiled. "They have before. But don't just jump in without asking."

"Of course, of course," Ben said.

Alicia couldn't be sure how close Ben had been to action, welcome or not; he was clearly entranced. She didn't know much about his porn habits, but she was pretty sure he had never seen something like this in real life before. She knew she hadn't!

She wondered if she should be jealous at Ben's reaction to this.

Maybe it helps that I don't know who they are, or vice versa. That might be Viv in the bodysuit, but I thought she was straight? I have no idea about the other woman. For all I know, they're married to each other.

There was no point talking to Ben right now. She stepped around behind him, closer to the other man, and asked, "So, do you just come here to watch? We're still trying to figure this whole thing out..."

He chuckled. "I'm open. If I just go home with my date there, it'll still be a pretty good night," he said, motioning to the woman on the bed. "But I may wind up spending the night here, or somewhere else. I'm flexible."

Alicia raised her eyebrows. "So you two are a couple?" she asked.

"She's my date," he repeated. "She's married to someone else who doesn't usually come to these things. I'm unattached these days. But we've both been to this sort of event before, and our hosts want to make sure there are even numbers of possible partners, so for the night, we're a couple."

"Ah. I see. I didn't mean to pry," Alicia said. "Sorry, but we're new to this. I'm still not even sure we should be here."

He shrugged. "Yeah, the pajamas kind of made me wonder."

She laughed nervously, glad the mask was covering her blush. "I mean, how do we even chat at a partly like this? If it was a normal party, I'd offer you my hand and introduce myself, but why introduce ourselves when we're wearing masks? Isn't there a contradiction there?"

He smiled. "If I give you a name, how do you know it's my real name?" He extended a hand. "I'm Curt."

She tried to think of a name for herself. The first thing that came to mind was Sally from

The Nightmare Before Christmas

. "Hi, Curt, I'm Sa... Sarah."

Idiot! You can't use the same name as what you wore to the Halloween party here!

"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Curt said, smiling suavely as he shook her hand, firmly but gently.

Alicia found her heart racing.

The guy Vivian hooked up with on Halloween had hair like Curt. His name was Frank; that can't be a coincidence. Then again, the hair could be a wig. Or could have been a wig then.

"There's nothing wrong with being new. Everyone starts out somewhere, right?" the man with curly hair said. "Just take it easy. Look, pretend you're at home with your guy, and he's watching something like this," he motioned to Ben, both hands in the pockets of his bathrobe, clearly rubbing his dick through the fabric as he watched the show.

The woman on the bed was squealing more than moaning, writhing and shaking, her whole body focused on the pleasure being given to her by the woman in the bodysuit. The kneeling woman had spread her legs further and arched her back more, clearly licking the pussy in front of her even more aggressively, almost hungrily.

I wouldn't even blame Ben if he starts grabbing that ass, or spanking it! It's not an engraved invitation, sticking out like that, but it might as well be!

"So he's watching that on his phone or computer or something and you're in the mood and want to get involved. What would you do?"

"Well, maybe I'd start rubbing his dick," she said doubtfully.

"OK, so maybe you go ahead and do that," the man with curly hair said. "Then maybe you two just do that sort of thing all night, but with an audience. Or maybe one of you needs a break and the other doesn't, and they go off with someone else." He tilted his head, something between a nod and a bow, and she guessed he'd be happy to be the "someone else."

The man stepped back, clearing the way between her and Ben. He spread his arms, and as he did, his robe fell open a little bit more, revealing a lean belly, just a hint of abs.

It was still technically decent, but gave Alicia an idea. It was a crazy idea, but she couldn't think of any reason not to follow it. "Maybe, but maybe I do something just a bit different," she said. She felt his chest, ran her hand down his belly, below the robe's sash, feeling for his dick.

He tensed in surprise, but recovered quickly with a smile. "Sure, that's an option too," he said.

She hoped her hand wasn't too cold; the skin of his dick was warm to her touch, and got harder as she rubbed. She wondered if the hosts had turned the thermostat up for the party, or it was simply all the lust in the air.

The man with curly hair untied the sash. "That's great," he growled. "Want to sit down?" He motioned to a couch opposite the bed.

They sidestepped to the couch, Alicia stroking the man's dick the whole time, giggling at the awkward motion and what she was doing to begin with. He flung his robe wide and sat down gingerly, his fully erect dick sticking on display to her and anyone else interested.

"You know, I'd be more than happy to reciprocate," he said, breathing hard. "It would just be a little easier if you got out of those pajamas."

"No, that's OK, I'm fine like this for now," she said, surprised how confident she sounded, surprised to realize it was true.

Maybe later, but that would be way too fast

.

More people were coming down the stairs, but Alicia tried to block them out, focusing entirely on the dick in her hand as it grew slick with precum. The curly-haired man's dick was a little darker than Ben's. Alicia wondered if he tanned naked, or just naturally had olive skin. The fully erect member in her hand was about as long as Ben's, but thicker. Alicia wondered how it would feel inside her.

I can probably find out if I want to

...

Alicia marveled at the experience. She couldn't believe what she was doing and wasn't sure if she could stop herself. It was the first time in almost two years she had handled anyone other than Ben like this (except for Gene at the party, but that was different), the first time she had ever done it for someone she had just met, the first time with anyone else in the room, let alone five other people!

"This is awesome, Sarah," he sighed, eyes closed, one hand on the back of the couch, the other hand around her shoulders, maybe rubbing them or her back but carefully staying above her shoulder blades. "I've got to say, though, you should stop, because if you don't, I'm going to cum right here in your hand."

"Do you want to cum in my hand?" She repeated, singsong. She already knew she'd let him if he said yes.

"No," he said. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. "I want to cum on you, Sarah. You decide where. But you let me cum on you, anywhere you want, or you let me go and we maybe we see where things go later in the evening."

She couldn't break his intent gaze. With a mask on, she had become a different person without realizing it. She wasn't sure she should go any further, but she knew she wanted to.

"Fuck it. Sure," she said. "Just a sec." she let go of his dick abruptly. She unbuttoned her pajama top as quickly as she could with her hands shaking - pulling it over her head would be faster and easier if she wasn't wearing the mask - and returned to jacking off his hot rigid member immediately.

"You can cum on my tits, all right?"

"Fucking awesome," he groaned. He stood up in front of her. She angled it down as she continued jacking him off with one hand, one hand wrapped around his member, and used the other to massage his balls.

His dick was right in front of her face. She paused her hands, poked out the tip of her tongue, licked the frenulum right under the head of his dick, swirled her tongue around the salty juice a little. Then she leaned back, smiled up at him, and stroked his dick harder a few more times.

A spurt of white erupted from the tip of his dick. A flood, splattering on her neck, her chest, some drops down almost to her nipples, but most around her collar and upper breasts.

And to think I almost wore a necklace

, she thought, leaning back and grinning deliriously.

"Woooo!" cheering broke out as Alicia came to her senses. "Welcome to the party!" said the woman in the bodysuit, watching them and clapping.

It was definitely Vivian; if the voice wasn't enough of a giveaway, the breasts were. She was standing up and sure enough, they were visible through the bodysuit. Her nipples were silver dollars. She wasn't alone. Ben was standing next to her, struck dumb, staring wide-eyed.

Next to him was a woman, white and curvy, with long, flowing brown hair, wearing lacy matching lingerie, and next to her was a man, black, with big hanging dreadlocks, wearing a silk robe like the one she hadn't brought, their arms around their hips, feeling each other's curves but clearly enjoying the show she had just put on. Even the woman who had been on the bed getting pleasured was watching them, sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs brazenly open, now wearing sweat in addition to her mask, her grin appreciative.

Before Alicia could decide what to do about the audience, Vivian handed her a plastic glass with something bubbly in it. "Here you go. I'm thrilled you got into things enough to do that. Even if nothing else happens tonight, the party was a success. Have a drink to celebrate."

"Thanks," Alicia said. She took a sip, which turned into a gulp. Her heart was racing like she was the one who had just orgasmed rather than the man she got off.

"So I couldn't hear too much when you first got here, I was kind of busy, but I think you said that you were Sarah, right?" Vivian asked with a theatrical wink. "And your partner there was Curt?"

"Right? I mean, yes," Alicia stammered.

It's Frank, it's definitely Frank, I saw the same dick in Vivian's mouth at the Halloween party

.

"Well, there's no point in me being too discreet. Someone has to be the hostess, right?" Vivian said. "I'm Vivian, and you all know my husband Gene upstairs, of course. But I think you had a good idea, Sarah. So let me introduce you to Jack, Susie, Jim," she said, indicating Ben, the white woman, and the black man in turn, "and Stephanie," she said, waving at the woman sitting on the bed.

Did she give them all "S" names because that's what I took? Is she singling me out? Except for Ben...

"I'm sure Curt needs a break, and I'll bet Sarah wants one too," Vivian continued diplomatically, a queen holding court in a see-through bodysuit. "So who's next? Come on, don't be shy..."