Black Dress, Naked Night, Husband's Delight

The invitation arrived embossed in deep crimson, the font elegant and slightly sinister. “A Celebration of Commitment,” it read, followed by the sprawling estate of my husband, Mark’s, friend, Julian. Mark, bless his heart, had been looking forward to this for weeks, anticipating the chance to show off his impeccable taste in both men and wine. I, on the other hand, was mostly anticipating the inevitable awkward small talk and forced smiles. But, as always, I was never one to shy away from a little excitement, and this event promised a certain level of indulgence.

I’d spent the better part of the afternoon meticulously preparing myself. The black, form-fitting dress felt like a second skin, clinging to my curves in a way that both thrilled and slightly terrified me. It showcased just the right amount of cleavage, and beneath it, a delicate push-up bra gave a hint of the delights to come. The absence of underwear was a deliberate choice, a silent invitation for the evening’s pleasures. My period had concluded three days prior, leaving my body fresh and receptive, primed for the intense sensations ahead. Mark, three years my senior, understood the power of anticipation, and he’d been subtly building the tension all day, his touch lingering just a little too long, his words laced with a knowing glint in his eyes.

The drive to Julian’s estate was long and winding, the darkness pressing in around us like a velvet curtain. As we pulled up to the grand mansion, the air thrummed with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmur of conversations. The scene inside was opulent, a dizzying display of wealth and extravagance. Guests milled about, dressed in their finest attire, sipping champagne and exchanging pleasantries. The scent of expensive perfume mingled with the aroma of rich food and cigar smoke.

Mark, ever the attentive husband, immediately took my hand, pulling me towards a small table where he’d secured two places next to a couple he’d known for years. They were both older, distinguished gentlemen, who regarded us with polite curiosity. I plastered on a smile, offering a brief, practiced greeting before turning my attention back to Mark.

As we settled in, the evening unfolded in a predictable but enjoyable fashion. We made polite conversation, navigated the social minefield of acquaintances, and sampled the impressive spread of hors d'oeuvres. The red wine flowed freely, loosening inhibitions and fueling our desires. I found myself increasingly drawn to Mark, his presence a warm anchor in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Just before dinner, as we were deep in conversation about a particularly challenging business deal, Mark leaned in close, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "Baby, you look absolutely stunning tonight." His breath tickled my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Be ready for tonight," I replied, my voice deliberately suggestive. The unspoken words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

We continued our conversation, but my mind was already racing ahead, imagining the delights that awaited us later. The thought of escaping the stuffy confines of the party, finding a secluded corner, and indulging in our mutual fantasies was both exhilarating and slightly terrifying.

As we made our way to the dining room, I held Mark's hand, letting my fingers trail down his arm, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. The closer we got to the food, the more my senses heightened. The clatter of silverware, the murmur of voices, the rich aromas of the meal – all blended together into a symphony of stimulation.

During the dinner, we made a point of stealing glances at each other, our eyes locking across the table in silent communication. The tension between us grew with each passing moment, a palpable force that threatened to explode.

Just as the main course was being served, I decided it was time to act on my desires. I excused myself from the table, whispering to Mark that I needed to freshen up. He nodded, his eyes following my every move.

I made my way to the restrooms, locking the door behind me, and took a deep breath, savoring the anticipation. I began adjusting my dress, pulling it down slightly to reveal a sliver of my stomach, the push-up bra peeking through the fabric. It felt good to exert control, to tease him, to build the suspense.

When I heard Mark approaching, I quickly untied the halter neck of the dress, allowing my breasts to hang almost entirely free, only partially covered by the bra. The straps that remained were pulled tightly across my shoulders, creating a tantalizing display of flesh. I caught a glimpse of Mark in the mirror, his eyes widening in pleasure as he took in the sight. He let out a low groan, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Baby," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "you're driving me wild."

I leaned against the sink, letting my hips sway slightly, encouraging him to take charge. I felt his hand reach out, gently touching my exposed skin. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of heat through my body.

"Let me see you," he commanded, his voice laced with urgency.

As he approached, I met his gaze, savoring the moment before succumbing to his desire. He reached out and slowly untied the remaining straps of the dress, pulling them down to reveal my bare chest. The air thickened with anticipation, the scent of sweat and arousal filling the small space.

He closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, desire, and an unspoken promise of pleasure. He began to explore my body with his hands, his touch both gentle and insistent.

"You're so wet," he murmured against my lips, his voice a low rumble. "Let me see just how wet you are."

I arched my back, inviting him closer, my body trembling with anticipation. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight, his kisses becoming more frantic, more demanding.

Suddenly, I realized that I had forgotten my panties. A wave of panic washed over me, but I quickly dismissed it. This was part of the game, after all. It added an element of excitement, a touch of danger.

"Don't worry about it," I whispered, my voice breathless. "We'll find them later."

Mark simply chuckled, continuing his assault on my senses. He shifted his grip, pressing his body against mine, creating a perfect fit. The heat between us intensified, blurring the boundaries of our bodies.

He began to lift me slightly, bringing my body closer to his. I shivered with anticipation, feeling the power in his grip, the control he exerted over my movements.

"Now, let's see what you're hiding," he whispered, his voice filled with lust.

With a final, decisive movement, he pulled back the fabric of my dress further, exposing my entire body to his gaze. The sight was both shocking and exhilarating.

"Oh, Kate," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure, "you're a goddess."

He took his hand and placed it between my thighs, feeling the wetness there, the evidence of our passion. "Let me see how you feel," he urged, his voice trembling with anticipation.

As he did so, my body responded instinctively, arching and twisting in his grip. I moaned softly, lost in the moment, completely surrendering to his desires.

The party raged on outside, oblivious to the private pleasure unfolding within the confines of the restroom. But we didn't care. We were lost in our own world, a world of lust, desire, and unbridled passion. The tease at the party was just the beginning, a mere prelude to the intense pleasure that awaited us back home.

As we finally left the restroom, hand in hand, we were greeted by our friends, who eyed us with amused curiosity. They heard our voices and quickly assumed that something had occurred.

“You guys all right?” one of them asked, his voice laced with concern.

We assured them that everything was fine, offering a reassuring smile. The lie felt good, a delicious secret shared between us.

As we made our way back to the dining room, the scent of perfume and cigar smoke hung heavy in the air. But all I could think about was the anticipation that awaited us back at home, where we could finally lose ourselves in our mutual fantasies. The memory of the tease at the party, the stolen moments in the restroom, would linger long after the last guest had departed. And as for me, I knew that I wouldn't be able to wait another minute to return to the arms of my beloved, and continue the journey of pleasure that had begun that night.

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