WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 61: PAIN AND PLEASURE (3)

CHAPTER 3

I decided that if Brian wanted me to go out and have my own friends, to have my own life, I would. After all, I was an adult now and I could spend time with my old friends and still be a faithful wife, right? I decided that I would call Misty. She and I had always been the best of friends and had done everything together. We still talked on occasion and I always called on her birthday and she always called me on mine. She was always telling me how much everyone still missed me, and that they couldn’t wait for me to come back and be the party queen that I once had been.

Later that day, around 2 o’clock on Friday, I called Misty to tell her what was going on and that she was right that I needed to have a life. She was over the moon at the fact that I called, that I was finally ready to go and do something, anything that wasn’t just sitting around my house all day. Always waiting to see if there was anything that I could do for Brian. Misty told me that I couldn’t have possibly called on a better day. That she had a plus one invitation to a special party and to make sure that I got to her house by 5 o’clock. We could do our makeup together to get ready for this extravagant event. She told me to make sure that I dressed sexy.

As Misty opened up her apartment door, she squealed like a little schoolgirl. It had been almost 2 years since I’d seen her. The last time was accidental, though, when we simply bumped into each other at the same grocery store.

 Once the excitement had calmed down between us, she looked at me and said, “Your outfit will never do. Don’t worry, though I know that somewhere I have something that’ll work just fine on you.”

As I looked at my outfit, I didn’t know what she was talking about. I was wearing a black, embroidered lace sheath dress I had just bought from Nordstrom's accompanied by matching Jimmy Choo’s.

“What on earth are you talking about Misty? This is the perfect dress for a party,” I said to her.

“No no honey,” she replied “This party is all about sexy and not knowing anyone.”

“What are you talking about Misty? Like a masquerade party?”

“Yeah, something similar, but seriously, what the hell does it matter? Brian wanted you to have a life didn’t he?”

“You know what, you’re perfectly right! I could use an outfit that will make all the men and women desperately want me, desperate to put their hands all over my body. It doesn’t hurt to have people look at you does it? Not to mention I would love to be wanted for once. It has been so long.”

She pulled out a pink leather miniskirt. My eyes were shocked at what she wanted me to wear to a dinner party. I tried to tell her that there was no way I could wear this. The panties that I had worn wouldn’t match.

 That’s when she told me there was no need for panties and for me to stop being the Cleaver wife for once. She told me not to worry. No one would have any clue who I was anyway. I was filled with excitement, and at that point, I didn’t even feel bad any longer. I felt like I deserved this, but most of all, I felt like Brian deserved it.

She handed me a charcoal halter top that covered me just above my belly button. Luckily, the heels I had worn matched this outfit. Poor Misty had humongous feet and I would never be able to borrow any of her shoes.

I looked down at myself in awe. I hadn’t looked this sexy in so long that I almost didn’t remember the way that it made me feel. I hadn’t felt so excited for two years. I was an erection-causing, fantasy-inducing woman instead of a piece of furniture.

We mindlessly chatted about this and that, mostly she told me what had happened in the past few years since I had been gone. It was amazing to hear how happy everyone was, but it made me sad at the same time. My friends’ lives seemed so fun, carefree, and full of love while mine was filled with loneliness and self-loathing. But that was all going to change. I just didn’t know exactly how.

As I grabbed my keys and suggested that we take my car, she stopped me and told me that a limo would be here shortly for us. The party that we were going to would not allow anyone to drive so everyone remained anonymous.

 I remember stopping her and telling her, “Maybe you should tell me a little bit more about this party. I’ve never heard of anything like this, and quite frankly, you’re scaring me.”

Misty, with her devilish grin, chuckled slowly saying “Okay fine, I’ll tell you. It’s a Beautiful People Party.”

“A beautiful what?”

“A Beautiful People Party. It’s what super rich and powerful people throw nowadays. You only get invited by someone that was at the previous event, and you’re only allowed to bring one person. Oh, and its sole purpose is to fuck anyone and everyone you want to.”

I couldn’t believe that this is what I had agreed to. The thought of going to party where horny men and women all knew that they would get laid seemed like a crazy idea? The only parties I had ever been to were the typical kind where most people go home alone.

She assured me though that no one had to have sex unless they wanted to and that some people simply enjoyed walking around watching. Everyone pleasing themselves and others, but there was one rule: everyone had to wear a mask. You never knew what the masks would look like until you showed up to the party. About that time, there was a knock on her door.

A tall elderly butler looking man asked her if she had her invitation ready. She handed the beautiful invitation to the man and he looked it over. It was

 made of golden card stock with silver leaves all around the edges and the most ornate writing I had ever seen. The elderly gentleman looked it over, and he looked at me as he gestured his arm towards the limo.

“Right this way ladies.”

The entire way there I remember feeling excited and rather nervous. I had barely been having sex in my own marriage and now I would be walking into some billionaire’s mansion surrounded by people fucking! I had heard of sex clubs and I had taken part in a small orgy in my younger days, but I had never imagined anything like a Beautiful People Party.

Once we pulled up to the mansion, my body seized up and I couldn’t pull myself away from the smooth leather seat. I felt paralyzed and I didn’t think I could actually go in, not now that I knew what could happen. At that moment, I truly considered turning around, but then I remembered the stabbing words that Brian had said, and I got out of the car with a smile.