Hands

 Finally pulling out the ballroom gown, she eagerly gets dressed as he fixes his bow tie.  The event at the Museum was no longer weeks away but now less than an hour away.  Dressed like royalty they enter the annual fundraising dinner he was invited to, as she held his right arm smiling at the other lavishly dressed patrons.  The masks were a nice last minute addition to the dress requirements as they all looked fancy and mysterious with only eyes covered, donned with various feathers, sequin, velvet and silk. Mingling and pleasant chatter quietly echoed in the main hall after dinner under, laced with music from the live  string quartet.

One of her husband's friends, in her mask and a striking red dress, raised her glass from across the room, toasting their presence and they toasted back and smiled. He whispered in his wife's ear and you could see intrigue and curiosity reshape her eyes and lips. As she looked back at him, he took her hand and moved.  While walking, she made eyes with a few around her who politely stared back, although there were a few with grins.  He opened the west door from the party and took her down a hall to a towering red door.  The bustle of the evening's activities died by now, no sound made it this far. Through the red door, was a wide sunken den with nothing but a high table resembling an altar but also hinted that it would be laid on.   As he escorted her to the altar in the center of the room, she could see more doors along the perimeter of the dimmed circular room and she wondered where those doors went.
By now they've exchanged whispers but he became more of the host leaving her in suspense instead of answering her growing curiosity. Arriving at the alter she saw a silk ribbon laying on it, as a matter of fact, a few pieces of silk ribbons.  He let go of her hand and took one up, removed her mask, smiled and blindfolded her. Smiling in excitement, she now had some idea of what was going to happen next. The zipper that went up at home is now sliding down, in this room. Undressed and smiling, she heard him undress as well.  Once again he took her hand but not to lead her, but to lay her. He carefully placed her body on this altar and used the rest of the ribbons to tie her hands and ankles to rings that she missed earlier.

As excited as any woman would be about to experience a fantasy, her body was ready as he joined her on top of the altar. He paused though and is if this wasn't exciting enough, the anticipation being straddled by his motionless manliness, built up her excitement even more. Through the dead silence, a door opened and she gasped.  Being seen like this, the trouble they would be in, the embarrassment, caught!  Another door opened, another, another, she lost count.  Why isn't he moving, why isn't he saying anything why are these people coming in the room?  All the steps she heard coming to the center of the room eventually stopped and she could feel the air around her naked body stiffen up and start to get warm.  They surrounded them.  A moment of silence and she feels him lean in and kiss her forehead.  As he raised up he clasped his hands with hers and she feels someone use ribbons to tie their wrists together and a hand stroked her cheek. The shock of being caught subsided and revealed his secret...this was planned!  But what will happen next?  She trusts him and they've always daydreamed about wild sexual experiences but they've never done any of it.

Another hand stokes her shoulder, another her neck, another he side and a few her thighs and ankles.  Hands started to go over her body and she felt a hand hold and stroke his manhood as it pressed against her.  She didn't feel him lower himself but someone kissed her.  Soft lips, was it a woman?  Did he just let another woman kiss his wife?  Another kiss and she felt the stubble of a shaved man.  A man kissed her now and she can't see who it is! The hand that stroked her husband now guided him inside her and they both moaned from this heightened crazy experience and more lips kissed her nipples, hands still going over her body.  She kissed back and he saw. She kissed back, knowing he would see, knowing he would be smiling that smile.  She could feel the clothes of the bodies around her so she knew they were the only 2 naked ones in the room.  Hands rubbed her face, her lips, she even felt fingers on her clit as he moved in an out of her. Kissing sounds made it to her ears and she wonders if he was being kissed too.  Was he kissing women, men?  He was tied too, were hands gliding over his body too, were his nipples being kissed too, by women, men? She couldn't see but never needed to.  Between the explosion of thoughts in her mind and burning curiosities of what was going on around her...in her, the orgasms were pulsing out every few moments. A rhythm of ecstasy started, feeling him, feeling them, being touched, being kissed, tongues and lips decorating her body and her mouth.
It wasn't long after that his own explosion culminated inside her and all that was left was a soundtrack of breath being chased then returning to normal. Usually, in a any sexual fantasy the end would be silence but not yet as hands glided away from their bodies, save one that did some untying and those footsteps that startled her in the beginning, faded away to doors closing quickly.  Then the silence.  He dismounted her, pulling her to sit up and they just stared at each other. He kissed her and helped her with her zip.  Taking the same path in reverse, they rejoined the party.  She couldn't help but wonder if these were the same people just with them in the room. Was that woman's toast across the room a signal to start, who kissed her? Was it her over there, was it him right there?  The party shuffled along like nothing happened.  No more toasting ladies, no more signals. They all danced and chatted the night away.  The couple went home and made love again, this time staring at each other but smelling the different perfumes of the hands that painted their bodies in that room.  He never told her how he planned it and she never asked.  But she knew that the next experience will never give any clues and she was ready for it.