One Time At Ozzys Cocktail Party

"He what?" I gasped at what my wife had just mentioned.

"Sherri said he wants to meet us. Well... That is he wants to meet me mainly, since Sherri told him I was her new best friend," Debbie explained.

"So what is this party deal?" I asked

"I guess he likes to entertain when he is in town, so he hosts these cocktail parties, that's all. Sherri told me he just wants to meet me and she suggested we come. I think they are just small gatherings for Ozzy and a few of their friends," Debbie said.

"Ok, well who knows, it might be fun and maybe I can pick up a few business contacts," I laughed.

Sherri took Debbie clothes shopping for the party. She said the normal attire was semi casual and that she was glad we were coming since most of the people who attended were usually Ozzy's age and it would be nice to have someone there closer to her age for a change.

I dressed casual and when Debbie came out I was completely blown away.

"Wow babe, talk about first impressions," I chuckled as my eyes settled on her nipples doing their best to burst through the top of her casual dress.

Debbie was beet red. "Oh I know, but Sherri talked me into it," she whimpered.

"Hey don't get me wrong, you look incredible," I said reassuringly.

Her dress was open in front, like to her waist. Two narrow panels covered her breasts. They narrowed and tied behind her neck. From the side, you could see the swell of her tits depending on how she twisted or turned. If she leaned over the panels revealed much more. I was sure if she leaned over far enough her nipples could be seen. There was no back to the dress and it was short. It was very classy looking in a semi casual sort of way. There was no way she could wear a bra, not that she needed one, but it was without a doubt one of the hottest dresses I had ever seen her wear.

"Sherri is wearing a similar kind of dress," Debbie worriedly added, as if trying to convince her own self. "She told me this was totally appropriate. She said it was perfect for me," she stammered nervously. "It has this wrap with it, I can leave it on. I don't have to take it off," she added as she wrapped the long section of matching material around her shoulders to drape over her breasts.

"Don't be silly babe, you'll be the hit of the party," I said.

"Oh are you sure?" she whined. "It's not too much?" she asked pleadingly.

"If Sherri recommended it, I am sure it will be perfect babe," I laughed.

That evening, we pulled up to the huge ornate gate and pressed the intercom button.

"Name please," came the response.

I gave our name and the gate slowly started to swing open.

"Pull up to the main door, a valet will park your car, thank you," the intercom voice said.

The drive was as long as our city block. We pulled up to the main door and were greeted by a uniformed young man who took our keys and gave me a ticket, which I pocketed.

I had my camera inside my coat vest pocket just to grab some shots of this place. It was enormous. A doorman opened the door for us to enter and we were greeted by a young lady who took Debbie's wrap.

She hesitated and finally reluctantly surrendered the wrap, blushing in the process. Luckily Sherri spotted us the minute we entered and quickly rushed over to greet us.

Debbie was relieved to see Sherri and quickly hugged her. "Is this ok?" Debbie nervously asked Sherri as she held her arms out exhibiting how she looked in the dress.

"It is perfect," Sherri bubbled. "Just relax and enjoy yourselves," she added.

"You guys are the only ones here close to my age," she laughed. "Just a bunch of old fucks trying their damnedest to kiss up to Ozzy," she giggled.

Sherri led us past two large columns into a large room filled with old people. She was right about the average age. Everyone was in their late 50's or early 60's at least. This was not a small intimate party. I guessed there had to be fifty to sixty people in this room alone. I had no idea how many were spread throughout the estate.

Most everyone in this main room had clustered into small groups and was talking amongst themselves.

"Let me introduce you guys to some people," Sherri said as she grabbed Debbie's hand pulling her behind her. I tagged along not knowing what else to do.

I managed to grab two drinks from a tray a waiter was carrying and gave one to Debbie.

The first person Sherri pulled us to was Ozzy. I was a bit surprised. I expected someone taller. Ozzy was probably about five foot eight inches or so. I am a little over six foot so I towered over him. He appeared to be in his early to mid sixties and had a bit of a pot belly. He was nearly bald but he sported a goatee to make up for the lack of hair on top. His hair was gray. I wondered how many times people mistook Sherri for his daughter. This made me chuckle.

He turned when Sherri grabbed his arm and swung around to meet us.

"This is Gary and his wife Debbie," Sherri said with a smile. "They're the couple I told you about and Debbie is my new best friend," she gushed with a giggle.

"Well," Ozzy said as he reached to shake my hand. "It's very nice to meet you both. Sherri can't seem to stop talking about your wife," he said as he released my hand and extended his hand to shake Debbie's.

"My my," Ozzy said as he shook Debbie's hand. "You are stunning my dear," he said with a smile as he clasped his other hand over the top of her hand he was shaking. His eyes dropped almost immediately to my wife's protruding nipples.

"Yes indeed, absolutely stunning," he repeated as he stared at my wife's tits jiggle and wobble as he eagerly shook her hand.

Debbie was glowing red as she fidgeted, "Ah n-n-nice to meet you too," she stammered. Her tits jiggled deliciously as Ozzy continued pumping her hand.

"Please make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the refreshments," Ozzy said as he finally released Debbie's hand. "Perhaps we can chat later in the evening. Right now, if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to my other guests," he added with a big smile.

"Ya, "Sherri jumped in, "we'll all chat later," she giggled as she was pulling Debbie away.

Sherri whisked us around introducing us to several other guests, and then took us on a short walk through of the main floor to give us an idea of the general lay out of the estate.

"It's too fucking big," Sherri laughed. "But Oz likes it," she giggled. "So whatever Ozzy wants, Ozzy gets," she chuckled.

I spotted a bar and offered to get the girls drinks to which they both readily agreed giving me their orders.

I strolled over and ordered our drinks. As the bar tender was preparing them I spotted Ozzy with his back to me, talking to an old guy nearby.

"Who is the babe with Sherri?" the guy asked Ozzy.

"Her name is Debbie, she is my wife's new best friend," Ozzy chuckled in response.

"Have you ah, showed her your library yet?" the old guy asked Ozzy with a chuckle as he stepped in and elbowed him.

Ozzy laughed and slapped the other guy on his shoulder. "Not yet, but the night is young," he laughed.

The bartender grabbed my attention, "Your drinks sir."

"Oh, thank you," I responded as I gathered them up and headed in the general direction where I had last seen the girls.

A quartet of stringed instruments was being played in one of the corners and that was where I found Sherri and Debbie.

Sherri's dress was as Debbie had said; it was equally as revealing as the one she had chosen for my wife. She was clearly braless also and between her and my wife, I was confident they were responsible for the bulges I had noticed some of the old duffers were sporting in their slacks.

When Sherri would pass in front of lamps you could actually see through the material of her dress. Her firm tits silhouetted through the material. She dressed this way to please Ozzy. After all, whatever Ozzy wanted, Ozzy got. I chuckled to myself.

There were several other ladies there. I assumed with their husbands, as well as a large contingent of guys I assumed had come stag. Sherri and Debbie were clearly the eye candy of the event. They were both generally surrounded by several older men and being flattered left and right. Most of the eyes were focused on my wife's nipples which were easily seen, and with all the attention they were getting, her nipples remained in a state of constant erection.

The more Debbie drank, the less the ogling seemed to make her blush. She was even thrusting her tits out more, if anything.

I was engaged in a conversation with one of the guests when I saw Sherri heading to the bar.

"Excuse me for a second," I said to the guy I was chatting with, as I grabbed Sherri as she passed.

"What's up with the library?" I asked Sherri.

"Wha, what do you mean?" she replied.

I told her I had overheard one of the guests asking Ozzy if he had showed Debbie the library yet and I was wondering what the deal was with the library.

"Oh fuck," Sherri gasped. "I better warn Debbie," she said as she scanned the room looking for her.

"No wait," I said. "What's the deal with the library?"

"Oh that's how Ozzy got me," She said. "He lures anybody that is hot into the library then he gropes them," she said as she continued looking for my wife. "He liked me so much, I made him marry me," she giggled. Í just want to warn Debbie," she added.

"Now hang on a second here. Where is this library and is there a place where a person could hide if say that person wanted to get some incriminating video?" I said. "You know this could work out to your advantage too you know," I added.

This grabbed Sherri's attention. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well it's just a guess, but I am assuming Ozzy had you sign a pre-nup?" I questioned her.

"Well sure he did," she replied.

"And if you two ever split up, I am guessing an incriminating video of your husband with another woman might come in handy," I said watching the light suddenly come on in her eyes.

She grabbed my hand, "Come with me," she said as she pulled me through the crowd.

We went passed the columns and up one of the stairways to the second floor.

Down a wide hallway she stopped and opened a door into what looked like a dark room. We stepped inside and closed the door. The room was dimly lit, but I could make out large comfortable leather chairs and some end tables with lamps on them.

"This is one of the reading rooms," Sherri said as she pulled me toward a railing. As I looked over the railing I could see an enormous room below. There were stairs leading from the large room below up to where we were. We were overlooking the huge library.

"Ozzy has a thing for collecting old books. He tells me it is a solid investment, who the fuck knows or gives a shit. He likes it so I figure fuck it, if it makes him happy, then I am cool with it. Hell I have never seen him reading a book, but then he likes to buy old ones so who knows.

"See the ladder below," she said.

I looked and spotted the ladder. It was one of those that attached to a track. This way you could slide the ladder on the wall of books where ever you wanted to retrieve a book on one of the higher shelves.

"I see it," I responded.

"Ozzy's trick is to get girls to climb up to get him a book. When they do he gropes them," she said. "That cocksucker got me more than once on that fucking ladder," she giggled. "But then, I am a slow learner," she giggled.

"Does he ever come up to the reading rooms?" I asked.

"Fuck no, this is all just for show," she laughed.

It was really quite impressive. There appeared to be a reading alcove at the other end of the library as well. The library was enormous and it had books on shelves from the floor to just above the sliding ladder. There were tables in the center of the room as well. Everything was ornate and obviously expensive. Books were shelved all the way around the huge room from the floor up to at least twenty feet. The library was dimly lit. Looking up I could see sky lights with other indirect lighting interspersed.

"This will do nicely," I told Sherri. "I will keep an eye on Debbie. If I see Ozzy leading her toward the library I will get in here and see what happens. "Let's not say anything to Debbie though; I want it to be real. Besides, if you told her, I doubt Ozzy would ever get her to come with him," I chuckled.

"Ok," she giggled, "But if you get anything good, I get a copy of it," she chuckled.

"Count on it babe," I laughed.

She turned to head toward the door. "Hang on a second," I said as I reached around and cupped her breast squeezing it.

"What say before we head back, you slap a quick lip lock on my fuck stick," I laughed as I unzipped my pants and hauled my hard cock out.

"Fuck me," she giggled as she turned and looked at my hard cock. "Is that all you guys ever think about?"

"Just a quickie," I said as I pressed down on her shoulders.

With a big sigh, "Oh what the fuck, I'll give you a thrill," she giggled as she knelt down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Don't cum in my mouth you asshole," then she immediately sucked my cock back into her mouth.

"Ya fuck you cunt, just suck it," I laughed.

"I love it when you talk dirty," she paused long enough to say before sticking my cock back in her mouth.

"Don't just suck it cunt, jack it too so I can shoot my load," I laughed.

"Mmmassmhole," she managed to mumble with my cock in her mouth.

Sherri's hand was a blur as she jacked my cock in her mouth.

I reached into her dress and squeezed her firm tits pinching her nipples as I felt my cum welling up.

"Aaaaarghhhh fuck, suck it babe, suck it," I bellowed as I felt my cock pulse and the first spurt shoot into her mouth. She quickly swallowed just as a second then third spurt erupted into her mouth. She managed to swallow most of my cum with only a small dribble escaping down her lips to her chin.

"You fucking asshole," Sherri blurted as she pulled herself to her feet. "Now I need a fucking drink to kill the taste," she said as she wiped the dribble of cum from her chin on to her fingers and sucked them clean with her mouth.

As she turned to head to the door the lights in the massive library suddenly came on.

We both instinctively ducked. I was glad the lights in the reading alcoves were on different switches, as Sherri and I remained silent in the darkened reading room.

I fumbled for my camera as I heard my wife exclaim below, "Oh wow, this is incredible."

"Well I enjoy it my dear," Ozzy's voice replied.

I crept over to peer down. They were just below me. Ozzy had his arm around my wife's bare shoulders. "Let me show you some of these books my dear, they are among the rarest in the world," He said as he nudged her forward into the cavernous room.

He paused and slid his hand down across her bare back to her waist to nudge her toward the shelved books to her left. "These are all first editions in this one section. They alone are valued at somewhere between forty to fifty million dollars. The beauty is that each day they increase in value," he chuckled as he let his hand drop to Debbie's firm ass.

I had my camera on and was zooming in and out to catch all of his moves.

"Please Ozzy," Debbie blurted as she quickly grabbed his hand pulling it up from her ass. "I am married and Gary could come in at any moment," she gasped.

"You're right of course my dear, I am sorry it's just that you are so incredibly stunning, I just could not control myself. I apologize," Ozzy mumbled humbly.

Sherri had crept up beside me and punched my side when she heard Ozzy issue his feeble apology.

"Would you like to see my most prized book?" Ozzy asked.

"Oh sure," Debbie gushed.

Ozzy gestured to a section as his hand again slid down to my wife's firm ass.

"Ozzy!" Debbie spoke firmly as she reached quickly behind her to pull his hand up.

"Sorry my dear," Ozzy replied.

"I will need your help," Ozzy said as he grabbed the track ladder and pulled it to a location on the wall.

"Can you see the book up there with the gold plates at the top and the bottom of the spine?" Ozzy asked as he pointed to a book about ten to twelve feet above them.

Debbie stared for a moment before saying, "The one next to the dark green colored one?" she asked.

"That's the one. I don't do ladders at my age my dear, would you mind climbing up and retrieving it for me, the illustrations in the book are beyond compare," he said.

"Oh I don't know Ozzy," Debbie stammered as she looked up at the book.

"Oh be a dear and just slip out of your high heels and climb up. I will steady you, you'll be safe," Ozzy said pleadingly. "I want you to see the illustrations, they are like nothing you have ever seen before," he added.

Sherri was punching me every time Ozzy made a plea to get my wife to climb the ladder.

Below, Debbie reached down and took off her high heels and stood looking at the ladder and the book she was to retrieve.

"You'll be safe my dear, I won't let you fall," Ozzy said calmly.

Sherri punched my side again.

Debbie gripped the sides of the ladder and climbed up one step.

Ozzy held her waist firmly. "You see my dear, I will hold you so you don't fall," he reassured her.

Debbie took another step clutching the sides of the ladder. Then she took another step. On the forth step her tight apple ass was just below Ozzy's face. He held her firmly on her waist.

"Just a couple of more steps my dear," Ozzy said, "and you should be able to reach it," he added.

The next step put my wife's ass just above Ozzy's face. "I have to adjust my grip my dear so I can keep you safe," He mumbled as he moved his hands down to Debbie's firm ass.

Startled by his hands suddenly cupping her ass, Debbie blurted, "Ozzy... I have a grip on the ladder, I don't think you need to grab me there," she whined.

"I just want you to be safe my dear, another step should do it," he calmly replied as he pinched the fabric of my wife's dress sliding it up in the process. Ozzy managed to slide her dress up to where I could almost see her panties. I knew his view from below was much better than mine.

Debbie was fidgeting on the ladder as she became aware that Ozzy was sliding her dress up while cupping her tight ass.

Sherri was constantly punching my side by now as we watched from above.

Maybe Debbie thought if she got high enough she could escape Ozzy's hands, I am not sure. She quickly took another step and began trying to reach for the book.

At that point, Ozzy calmly slid my wife's dress up to her waist. With her dress bunched around her waist Ozzy cupped her apple ass and began running his hands across her firm skimpy bikini covered butt.

"Ozzy no, NO!" my wife bellowed as she knew she was exposed. "Ozzy, NO!" Debbie whined as she felt him slip his hands into the waistband of her bikini panties.

In a slow but smooth motion Ozzy pulled my wife's panties down to her ankles. She held on to the ladder sliding first one arm then the other around the sides of the ladder and pulling herself tightly to it.

"Ozzy NO, NO!" Debbie shrieked as she felt his hand slide up between her parted legs. She was quite literally at his mercy. Her arms tightened around the ladder as she clung to it twisting and turning as best she could trying to get her dress to drop and cover her nakedness.

Debbie was trying to pull her legs together as she kept whining "No, No, No," but she was not able to in time.

Ozzy reached my wife's bare cunt and he began plunging first one then two fingers into her wide open exposed pussy.

Debbie was hugging the sides of the ladder and pleading with Ozzy to stop as he began finger fucking her faster and faster. Her body quivered as Ozzy's fingers plunged repeatedly in and out of her cunt.

"You're getting wet my dear," Ozzy announced as his fingers increased their pace.