One hell of a party

Béatrix hummed quietly as she finished arranging the glasses on the lounge table. The 40 years old woman sighed as she heard Richard, her husband yelling at Jonas, their son something about getting ready for the party and shutting down his Xbox. She was always trying to be the best housewife, to support her husband's career while educating their son but under her smile, she had a nagging feeling that her life was a failure. Sure she had money, a beautiful house and a family but it wasn't enough for her. The passion in her marriage had disappeared after almost two decades, her son was just a lazy teenager and most of her so-called "friends" were either vain trophy wives or disillusioned housewives like her. The guests who were gradually coming to enjoy the party will certainly not rise her mood.

Her husband's boss and his wife were the first to arrive. The grey-haired man having his arm around the waist of his newest arm-candy, a blonde bimbo certainly thirty years younger than him. Next were Tony and Jamal, Richard's two best friends, Mitch and his new "friend" or rather his new mistress Amanda, Sienna, her husband Frank and Frank's daughter Tara. Tara was probably the only person in the room who had Béatrix's sympathy. Despite being in a gothic phase, the rebellious teenager was a friend of her son and shared with Béatrix a mutual disdain for the guests in the house.

Richard greeted each guest, leading them to the living room after they each put their mask on. It was Richard's boss idea actually. He saw this in a movie and talked with Richard about it. Richard, who wanted to please his boss decided to add this to the planned party he was throwing. Béatrix didn't like the idea, it sounded like something out of a kinky movie but Richard assured her it wasn't. She managed to find several masquerade's masks in a small store she sometimes to which she went from time to time in search of unusual objects. The owner looked younger during her last visit, way more attractive than before but he was a nice man and helped her find the masks and also gave her several scented candles which were now alight in several rooms of the house.

Soon all of them were in the living room drinking champagne and eating fancy finger food. Béatrix had to do the service herself because her maid had the flu. While she maintained her usual, smiley face, she felt humiliated. Their guests' patronizing smiles made it worse. She sighed as her son surreptitiously left the living room pretending he was feeling unwell. Unbeknownst to them, the combination of the candle's heady perfume and the corrupted masks began surreptitiously to affect everyone's mind.

Richard and Curtiss were exchanging pleasantries, their light-grey masks covering the upper part of their face, the colour being the same as the other men's masks. As the party kept going, their conversation changed too. It began about their various colleagues at work, then shifted to their female colleagues before becoming a gratuitous chat about which secretary had the nicest smile, which had the biggest pair of breasts, which had the most appetizing ass, wich who they should fuck. Meanwhile, similar scenes were taking places in the living room. Frank was sitting on the couch while his wife was next to him. Their discreet show of affection had degenerated into heavy kissing while Sienna's hand was discreetly pressing on her husband's crotch. Jamal, Tony and Mitch were also chatting while occasionally glancing at the female guests, especially Amanda and Curtiss's young wife Irina. Gradually their comments became more vulgar and their glances less subtle. It should have bothered the 2 trophy wives but they considered the men's horny glares as compliments. The duo of seductive women began to gently sway their bodies, hands moving toward their ample chests or perky asses, first casually and then with more seductive purposes, exchanging lusty glares with the other men and even between themselves, licking their lips as they felt their cunts moistening. Soon they moved forward, Irina prying Curtiss aside before sitting on his lap while Amanda stood in the middle of the three men, the chestnut-haired vixen lustful gaze deep into her lover's eyes while Jamal and Tony's hands were inching closer of her swaying ass.

The only guest which was not succumbing to the lust-filled atmosphere was Tara. The rebellious teenager had been bored to **** at the beginning, she clearly didn't want to be here and Jonas's departure had worsened her mood. Her mind was not fertile soil for the Idol's corruption and seeing her dad acting like a horndog with her step-mother was enough. She throws her mask on the ground before leaving, moving upstairs to join Jonas in his room. Béatrix tried to talk to her but she was busy refilling the guest glasses and acting like a good hostess. Of course, her guests' actions seemed a little out of place for her but they clearly looked happy to be here and that was the most important thing for her right now. She even pushed back her husband when he tried to grope her as she was refilling his glass.

"Honey please," Richard whispered in her ear. " Put this bottle somewhere else and join me on the couch."

"Not now, Can"t you see I'm busy?" Béatrix answered, obvious to her husband unusual desire. "You should entertain the guests, talk with them or something."

Richard groaned before sitting next to Sienna. The tanned, dark-haired woman didn't protest as he began to caress her thigh, her legs spread wide while her husband was groping her tits.