The Masked Party Where No One Knew Who We Were

The invitation came by text on an ordinary Tuesday, with a single condition written in all caps: no one got in without a mask. Some friends were celebrating something at a huge house on the outskirts, one of those places with a garden, a pool, and too many rooms for a single family. We didn’t think much of it until Saturday arrived and I saw you come out of the bedroom dressed for the occasion.

You were wearing a black satin dress that clung to every curve as if it had been sewn onto you. Underneath, the lingerie you only let me see on rare occasions: dark lace, almost sheer, made to be looked at more than worn. I’d put on an Italian suit I’d been waiting years for an excuse to wear. We looked at each other in the hallway mirror and neither of us said a thing. No need.

—Ready? —I asked, adjusting my mask.

—More than you think —you replied.

***

The house was already boiling by the time we got there. Low but insistent music, warm lights, glasses passing from hand to hand without anyone quite knowing whose they were. And masks everywhere. Feathered masks, Venetian masks, plain masks that only left the mouth visible. It was hard to recognize the hosts, and that was precisely the point. Inside that house, nobody was anybody. Or anyone could be whoever they wanted.

We started off drinking on one side of the living room, watching. The temperature of the party rose by the minute. The couples who had started out dancing politely were soon pressed together more than courtesy allowed. There were hands where there shouldn’t have been hands, looks that lingered too long, laughs that ended as whispers in someone’s ear. The alcohol was doing its job, and anonymity did the rest.

You dragged me to the center. At first we danced apart, keeping time with a certain distance, until you spun halfway around and pressed your back against my chest. Your body began moving against mine, slow, deliberate, looking for that exact spot where you’d feel what you were doing. You found it right away: my cock was hard against the fabric of my trousers, and you ground your ass right there, drawing slow circles, feeling it grow.

This isn’t going to stay just a dance.

The fabrics seemed unnecessary. Every time you pressed yourself against me, I felt the heat of your skin through the satin. I turned you around and we kissed in the middle of the dance floor, not caring who was watching. And they were watching, which was the least of it. Everyone there watched everyone else, and the feeling of having eyes fixed on us aroused us more than we’d ever admit in daylight. My hand slid down your back and grabbed your ass over the dress, squeezing while I whispered in your ear how wet I knew you were.

—Shut up —you panted— or I’ll suck you off right here.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you dug your nails into my lapel and tipped your chin toward the stairs. No words were needed.

***

We went upstairs slowly, though our breathing gave us away. Halfway up, I stopped you, shoved you against the wall, and started kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone while my hand slipped under the hem of your dress. I worked my way up your thigh until I found the lace, and the lace was soaked before I even brushed it. I pulled the fabric aside with two fingers and touched your cunt directly, sliding between swollen, slick lips that parted without resistance. You gasped against my ear, and that sound was enough to cloud my judgment completely. I drove my fingers deep while my thumb found your clit, and you clung to my neck, biting me so you wouldn’t scream in the middle of the hallway.

—Upstairs —you managed to say—. I want you to fuck me now.

The upstairs hallway was dimly lit. We tried a couple of closed doors until the last one, at the end, gave way. The room was dark and silent. Two large beds, one beside the window where moonlight slipped in. We went straight to that one.

We stripped with hunger and urgency, as if it were the first night or as if we knew there would never be another like it. I yanked the zipper of your dress down and let it fall to the floor; you ripped off my belt, opened my trousers, and pulled my cock out with an urgency I didn’t know you had. You took it in both hands, bent down without hesitation, and took it all the way into your mouth, sucking from tip to base, coating it in spit, making it shine in the moonlight. I held your nape and set the pace with my hips, fucking your mouth while your eyes looked up at me from behind the mask.

—Keep going like that and I’m going to come —I warned, tugging your hair back to pull my cock from your mouth with a string of spit hanging from your lip.

I laid you back on the duvet and spread your legs wide open. I worked my way down inch by inch with my mouth, not skipping a thing, biting your nipples until they hardened, licking your stomach, until I got between your legs. I kissed your cunt slowly, licking you out completely, sliding my tongue as deep as I could, then moving up to your clit to lick it in circles while two fingers went in and out of you at a steady pace. I could feel your pussy tightening around my fingers and the wetness dripping down my chin. Your breathing broke apart, my name slipping out between muffled moans.

—Now —you begged, tugging my hair—. I can’t take it anymore. Put it in.

I got on top of you and shoved it in with a single thrust, all the way to the hilt. You moaned so loudly I had to cover your mouth with my hand. I started fucking you slowly, marking every push, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in hard. You dug your heels into my ass so I wouldn’t stop, so I’d go harder. The rhythm became impossible to hold; the bed creaked, the duvet wrinkled under your back, and I watched your tits bounce as I fucked you with each thrust.

I turned you over and put you on all fours at the edge of the bed. I grabbed your hair with one hand and your hip with the other and sank into you from behind again, this time with no consideration at all. Each thrust sounded with the dull slap of my hips against your ass, a wet splashing noise filling the room. I slid a thumb between your cheeks, pressing without quite entering, and felt you tremble all over.

—Dirty girl —I told you in your ear, leaning over your back—. Look how much you like it.

—Harder —you panted—. Break me.

I shoved harder with every thrust, right to the edge of pain. Neither of us wanted to stop. I felt your cunt beginning to clench around my cock in spasms, felt you getting ready to come, and I sped up as much as I could. We came almost at the same time: you muffling your cry against the pillow, me emptying myself inside you with my jaw clenched, pounding until the very last drop. We fell asleep tangled together, my cum sliding down your thigh and our masks still on.

***

The light woke me. It came in softly through the slats in the blinds, drawing thin lines over the tangled sheets. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Then I turned my head toward the other bed and froze.

We weren’t alone. In the bed next to us there was a couple who must have arrived sometime in the middle of the night while we were asleep. Young, lean bodies, with nothing covering them. He was face down, she was on her side, both sound asleep. Neither of them had noticed we were there.

I touched your arm and you opened your eyes. You put a finger to your lips, those fingers that still smelled like the night before, and glanced toward the other bed. You said nothing. Neither did I.

The guy started waking up first. He stretched, and when he did, a hard cock came fully into view, impossible to miss, thick, resting against his stomach. The girl opened her eyes a little later, looked at him with a sleepy smile, and slid her hand toward him without a word. She wrapped her fingers around him and started jerking him slowly, moving her fist up and down with delicious laziness while he stayed on his back and let her do it. A strand of pre-cum gleamed at the tip, and she spread it with her thumb before taking him in her fist again.

We watched in silence, holding our breath. I felt your hand search for mine under the sheet and guide it to your cunt. It was soaked again, swollen, still open from before. I started rubbing your clit with two fingers while we kept watching, and I could feel you squeezing your thighs around my hand so you wouldn’t moan.

The girl leaned down and licked his cock from base to tip, wrapping it with her tongue, and then took it into her mouth all the way to the throat. He held her head with one hand, guiding her. She sucked him slowly for long minutes, pulling him out with a wet pop, spitting saliva over the head and taking him back into her mouth whole. Then she climbed on top. She grabbed the boy’s cock, lined it up at her entrance, and lowered herself slowly until he was buried all the way inside her. She moved back and forth, slowly, searching for the angle, her breasts swaying with every roll of her hips. He held her by the hips, setting a lazy pace, still not fully awake. The scene had something hypnotic about it, forbidden, irresistible. I’d run out of saliva and could feel my cock hard again against your hip.

Then you looked at me. And I knew what you were going to do before you’d even fully thought it through.

***

You didn’t ask permission. You told me with your eyes and with a smile I knew too well, the same one you wore when you wanted something so badly there was no turning back. We had never done it. Never crossed that line with anyone watching, much less with strangers whose faces we would never see again.

You got up without making a sound and walked naked to the other bed. The girl saw you coming and, far from being startled, welcomed you with a conspiratorial look, as if she’d been waiting for you. She pulled the boy’s cock out of her cunt with a slow movement and offered it to you, still shining with her fluids. You bent down and took it in your hand, looking at it closely before sticking out your tongue and licking it from the balls to the tip. You sucked it all, tasting her, and he let out a hoarse groan when another mouth started devouring him. The girl stroked your hair, encouraging you, and then knelt beside you. The two of you took him into your mouths at the same time, licking each other’s lips around the head, and that was the moment I lost my mind.

I stayed in our bed, unable to move, my hand stroking my cock faster and faster. I watched your tongue slowly move up until it met hers, the two of you sharing the same point, your bodies getting closer and closer. The girl gently pushed you back, laid you on the mattress, and slid between your legs. She spread your pussy open with two fingers and buried her mouth in it without a trace of shame, eating you out while you arched your back and held her head against you. The boy knelt behind her, grabbed her hips, and drove his cock into her from behind with a single thrust. She moaned against your cunt and that vibration made you shiver all over.

The smell, the sounds, the whole scene had me on the edge and I’d only been watching for a few minutes. Three bodies in one bed, my wife being devoured by an unknown mouth while that mouth was fucked from behind.

The girl didn’t last long. She came with a muffled cry against your cunt, pushing her ass back to take every thrust, and when it was over she moved away from him, panting, and gave you her place without a word. It was your turn and you didn’t want to wait. You climbed on top of the boy, grabbed his cock, and sank onto it in one hard stroke. You threw your head back with a moan I recognized instantly because I had caused it a thousand times. Seeing it caused by someone else should have annoyed me. Instead, it set me on fire.

You started riding him at a brutal pace, bouncing up and down on his cock with your hands on his chest, your ass slapping against his thighs with an obscene splash. The girl sat beside you, grabbed your nape, turned your face, and kissed you with tongue while her other hand pinched your nipples. Then she leaned in and started kissing your tits, sucking them, nibbling them softly, while you kept riding him faster and faster.

When you seemed on the verge of collapse, he took you by the hips, pulled you off, laid you face down on the mattress, and held you with a force that wouldn’t let you get away. He kicked your legs apart and buried himself in you again from behind. He started fucking you at a savage pace, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back, sinking deeper with every movement. I watched his cock go in and out of you, shiny and slick with spit, your ass dancing with every thrust.

—More —you begged him, your voice broken—. Put it all in. Don’t stop.

The girl settled against the headboard, spread her legs, and guided your head to her cunt. You kissed her hungrily, without pause, sucking her clit, sliding your tongue into her, while he kept pounding you from behind and you moaned against her. The girl trembled all over and gave herself up to your mouth with a cry, trapping your face between her thighs at the exact moment you reached your limit and he let out a rough groan of pleasure, driving in one last time and emptying himself completely inside you. The three of you at once, in a room none of us had booked, among strangers whose faces we would never know.

I finished from our bed, without anyone touching me, pumping my cock while my eyes stayed fixed on you as hot spurts of semen splashed across my stomach. I’d come with all three of you without being part of it and, at the same time, being part of everything.

***

The silence that came afterward was strange. No one spoke. The light slowly grew behind the blinds and, with it, something like shame returned, though not entirely. The couple got dressed first, in silence, without taking off their masks. You and I did the same. We exchanged one last look with them, a tiny nod, a goodbye without names or words.

We went down the stairs of that house while the last guests were still asleep on the sofas. We stepped out into the garden, where the cool morning air hit our faces like a question with no answer. In the car, with our masks in our laps, we really looked at each other for the first time all night.

—Did it happen? —you asked, half smiling, as if you needed confirmation.

—It happened —I said.

We didn’t talk about it again for a long time. But some nights, when we turn off the light, I know we both think of the same thing. Of a house on the outskirts, of a dark room, and of a fantasy we stopped imagining and started living, hidden behind a mask that gave us the courage to be, for once, exactly what we wanted to be.