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Fate's revenge,
Yes, there was no better way to put it. Nothing more fitting, more appropriate.
Who'd have thought Ashley would end up like this? But in the end, perhaps it was deserved.
Before him, happiness had been there, wonderful, peaceful, luminous, and when it appeared for the second time, there was only darkness, heartbreak and the infinite pleasure of voluptuousness.
It all began that evening.
An evening that was to become the first secret she hid from her love.
Emma, her colleague and best friend, arrived that day with a supposed gift.
Two VIP passes to a show, but not just any show. A voyeuristic show in a very discreet place.
"Voyeurism?" raised Ashley's eyebrows as she studied the black and gold passes.
"A gift from my darling. We do it often to spice up our sex life. Some people should do it more so they don't end up bored and divorced."
"Does that make it a healthy life?"
"As long as it works, who cares in the end..."
"Hm, you've become very philosophical, tell me. Your Rick really enriches you in every way."
"Don't be jealous, darling."
"But I'm not. Not yet!"
"With your Shawn making your eyes shine like moonless stars, and his eyes shining even brighter looking at you, it's never going to happen. So for your trouble..."
"Yes?"
"You're coming with me."
Ashley pursed her lips, tense.
"Let's get this straight. I'm actually going to watch people do it."
"And you'll even be in the front row to enjoy the show."
She winced involuntarily.
"I don't know, Emma. I get the feeling that despite everything, it's just not my thing."
"Have you ever been to one?"
"Of course not!"
"That's just it. You won't really know until after the experience."
"But Shawn wouldn't want..."
"He doesn't have to know. At least not for a long time if you really should tell him."
"A secret between us..."
Ashley and Emma glared at each other for a moment. Her friend finally sighed.
"I really wish you'd go with me, darling. But if you really don't feel like it, then..."
"Then I'll go anyway," Ashley decided, finally making her choice. She didn't have to tell him everything. And neither did he. And besides, it wasn't as if she was cheating on him. She'd just be watching and maybe feeling too.
"Well, that's settled. I'll change here, but you go without going home first."
"Oh yes."
"It's masked mandatory, you see. So we'll buy our own at lunchtime."
The voluptuous redhead clasped her hands together in excitement, her pretty face lit up by a broad, mischievous smile.
"I already have in mind the mask I'm going to wear."
And she was right. Emma had no hesitation in choosing hers, a pink mask set with glittering white pearls, while Ashley opted for the classic, half black and half grey, sprinkled with glittering dust.
It matched her short black and gray semi-moulding dress, which perfectly revealed the slenderness of her body.
She took a long, light-colored coat and joined Emma at the rendezvous point, then walked to the building where this exclusive show was to take place.
The building was discreet without ostentation.
A most hypocritical image. Hiding behind banality the most glowing lust.
It took three doors and bodyguards to reach the room reserved for the two young women. The luxurious room was decorated in sober shades of green and white, with deep, comfortable armchairs and a long coffee table in front of a long sofa set in front of a glass wall that opened onto another equally luxurious room where the erotic scene was to take place, all lit with subdued light.
The show room, meanwhile, was decorated in reds and golds, and featured a variety of furniture: sofa, bed, chairs and table, all of which looked comfortable and capable of accommodating every possible position.
The two friends sat down on the sofa overlooking the room, and an employee entered with a cart, which he placed close to them, stocked with every possible delicacy, various drinks and canapés, and champagne chilled in an ice bucket.
Everything was ready.
The show could begin.
And begin it did.
Three masked men and three masked women "took the stage", dressed in colorful costumes and shoeless.
Without knowing why, one of them caught Ashley's eye, as if he awakened a familiar feeling in her, yet it was impossible to guess someone's identity from beneath those masks, without admitting to herself that Ashley had never known any other lover than Shawn. Because her first boyfriend didn't really have what it took to take her.
"My darling. He's beautiful, isn't he?"
Ashley gasped at her friend's enchanted, languid tone and turned to her before following her gaze.
"Don't tell me that's...Rick?"
"Yes, it's him." she only nodded, biting her lips as she followed her protector's every move.
Ashley thought she'd never see the man in the same way again. This being with ash-white hair and such an authoritative air was now at the center of this spectacle of lust, watched by strangers.
"Do they know who's watching them?"
"Of course they do. Rick and his friends are all very important people. They have to be careful. Now, there are about nine cabins and therefore eighteen people. Okay, stop chattering now, you're going to...break my concentration."
Indeed, Rick and the others chose their partners. Ashley was no longer concerned about her friend's lover, who had chosen a redhead like his lover. All her attention went back to the jet-black-haired stranger, who in his case had logically chosen the blonde.
A beautiful blonde ready to plunge into the deepest lust.
They kissed breathlessly, so deeply, so sensually that Ashley thought she could feel what the woman was feeling in this most moist and lustful of exchanges.
She guessed more than she saw the bulge in the man's pants, as he grabbed his partner by the buttocks and pressed her against him, rubbing her against his taut sex.
He now kissed her face, the nape of her neck, grasping her breast, caressing, kneading her breasts, the tips of which were as hard as gems and pointed through the thin fabric.
He lifted her top and freed those alabaster chest, the tips of which he took into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, tugging at them as he introduced his hand into her pants.
"Already wet," he said hoarsely.
His blonde raised his top and kissed his slim, muscular torso before descending even further, ever lower...
She knelt in front of him, caressed the throbbing bulge, sniffing it, nibbling it, licking it through that thin fabric then finally, he lowered the pants and released the taut sex ready for action.
She stroked the tip with her finger, pressing on the little hole at the top, stroking along the fresh flesh for a long time. She replaced her finger with her tongue, licking around the head before finally taking him fully into her mouth. But her guy wasn't one to leave the initiative to a woman for long, so he reached down to her throat, took the blond head in his predatory hands and began to move. He bit his lips while smiling with a satisfied air that both annoyed and fascinated Ashley, unable to look away from that fine and undoubtedly beautiful face.
He cummed into her mouth, arching his back.
"Drink, drink it all." he commanded as he delivered himself before pulling out his cock.
His blonde drank it all as he ordered and wished.
"Give me a minute and I'll be back."
He moved away from her to open a chest covered in red and black velvet fabric.
He chose what he wanted to use and seemed to have made up his mind.
He pulled out a sex toy, a huge plastic cock.
"That, yes."
He returned to his blonde, stroked her hair, her face then undressed her while biting every sensitive part before whispering orders to her again in a coaxing, almost hypnotic tone.
"Get down on all fours."
Again she did as he wished.
He caressed her soft, sweat-glistening body in that classic erotic position, and knelt behind her.
He massaged her buttocks, then caressed her anus before inserting a finger.
"Still tight everything we put in there. You know how to maintain it I see."
He inserted the thumb and turned his hands until he penetrated as deep as he could.
"Here." he gestured, handing her the sex toy, "suck it, lick it, do as you like but make sure it's wet enough, although it's not like you need it."
Again, her blonde obeyed, tending to the artificial cock as if it were the real thing before handing it back to her lover.
"Good girl."
He replaced his thumb with the toy and inserted it just as deep, moving it around, moving it in and out, turning it.
He really seemed to be enjoying himself like a boy. A naughty boy.
Ashley felt his joy, which resonated within her along with everything else.
Then he made his blonde stand up, forcing her to lean against the glass wall directly in front of Ashley, who stepped back reflexively.
He jerked out the sex before tossing it away.
"Time to replace it with the real thing."
And he penetrated her black hole with a single thrust of his kidney, stretching the woman with a grimace of both pain and pleasure.
This time, her lover was no longer playful. He had become totally hard again, immediately adopting an infernal cadence, which only increased with each passing minute.
He, too, had pressed one hand against the glass wall while the other was clenched on his blonde's buttocks.
He struggled behind her, moaning, grunting, moving his head and body to the infernal rhythm of her hip thrusts.
"Oh fuck." he said, biting his lips for a moment.
Ashley, she saw with him this most ardent, almost bestial rapport, caressing her breasts, her belly, lifting her short dress to massage the front of her panties, which were as wet as his blonde at the very beginning.
She almost felt as if she were in the place of this woman she couldn't care less about, but whom she strangely envied with fury.
When he came, arching again like the first, she followed him.
She stifled her scream as best she could and turned to Emma to see if she was following his little ride, but fortunately the latter was too absorbed by her protector to care about her.
Ashley returned to her "lover", who had fallen back onto his blonde to try and catch his breath, drenching her in sweat.
The beautiful spectator, too, was sweaty and drenched, but this man couldn't know that.
The other man, who wasn't Rick, approached the man and took him in his arms.
Ashley was startled, for she'd never have believed that this man, who seemed to love sex so much and with a woman, didn't seem to be from all sides.
Emma, who was also masturbating as she watched her protector ardently ass-fucking a redhead like her, was nonetheless surprised by her startle and inquired.
"Honey, what's the matter, you did scare me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Emma," she laughed softly, "it's just that I didn't expect that man to be...bisexual."
Emma looked at her friend's "lover" and frowned.
"Is it really him?"
"Him" removed his top, showing a sublime torso as well as a back tattoo as original as it was attractive.
"No, not him."
They were few words, but the tone Emma used to say them was perfectly eloquent.
"Do you know him?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
Ashley tried to find out more, but this time Emma, her best friend, remained firmly silent. She betrayed the fact that she had to ask Rick's permission to talk about this man before she could do so.
Ashley came back to him as if it had become a habit.
Yes, Emma had been telling the truth. He wasn't bisexual.
His friend only asked him to share his woman.
"Which one?" the tattooed man asked.
"I said my woman."
"Yes, I know, but which hole?"
"I'll let you choose."
"Then I'll start with...the front."
His friend licked his lips greedily.
"Okay. You know I love sharing with you."
"And you have my gratitude."
He laughed after saying that, then returned to his blonde to place a light kiss on her cheek before following his friend.
He appraised the brunette as if he were appraising a commodity with an indecipherable smile.
"Do you agree, my darling?"
"On the condition that you're...good..."
The tattooed man laughed.
"There's only one way for him to find out."
And he pulled the young woman into his arms, had her wrap her legs around his waist and penetrated her with a kind of satisfied moan that strangely ruffled Ashley's feathers.
He was gifted, the young woman guessed, the way he moved, the way he felt it, the way he touched at the most unwelcome moment, the way he stroked and penetrated, all clearly indicated that this man was a master of his craft, so much so that Ashley longed to be taken by him...
His friend came up behind them and unceremoniously penetrated the other hole of the beautiful brunette, who threw her head back convulsively. He took her breasts in his palms and kneaded them, moving in turn. They squeezed the young woman between them, going at her hard.
"So who's the best?" inquired the other, who was savoring her ass with a greasy laugh. The brunette didn't need to answer to show which one was.
The man laughed harder while running a tender hand through his friend's jet-black curl.
"If you didn't mean so much to me..."
"Maybe that's precisely the problem," argued the tattooed man, adjusting the brunette and penetrating her even further if possible.
His blonde, who had regained all her strength, didn't let herself be forgotten, and went behind her lover, encircling his neck with her arms and rubbing herself against him, biting the back of his neck.
The tattooed man turned her head and kissed her breath away.
Their breaths mingled as he continued to move in and out of the brunette.
He was the last to cum. Even after Ashley.