A hand tangled in my hair, pulled my head down onto a large nipple, soft wisps of fabric touched my cheek.

She wore no bra and those breasts where large, firm. That narrowed it down; I had a good idea who this was. There was one women, one of the best looking in our circle, a real flirt with a rich banker husband. Then again, there was that young girl from my wife's work.

Who were these women?

I was roughly pushed onto my back on the bed again. A body straddled me lower down, and then something was strapped up lower down on my cock. It hurt! The body lowered, a pussy slowly sank onto me.

Another set of legs straddled my head, a dress drifting down as who ever it was sat. These pussy lips though, this scent, was completely familiar. Oh how I went to work on my wife. Yet, did I feel her leaning forward? All sorts of lewd thought sprang to mind. Could she, would she be kissing another woman? Oh I hoped so, but I couldn't know for certain.

I felt the woman down below orgasm. That was fast! Yet my wife lifted up too, I was left alone, and when I undid the mask, the room was empty.

Shaking my head, more than half tempted to jack off and clear the intense frustration of being blue balled, I got up.

There was a little leather strap around the base of my cock, which was by now inflamed and red. I undid it, and the rush of the interchange of blood was extraordinarily painful.

I calmed down and dressed and once again went down to mingle. I'd missed a few people leaving, not many, but some.

The party was still going strong though. I talked to a few more, always wondering, was it you, or you?

Then again a whisper in my ear. "One more time darling, that's it, I promise."

My cock painfully jerked in my pants. Yet I extracted myself from the conversation, and went upstairs.

For the fourth time of the night I stripped, and masked and bound my wrists. This time, no soft kiss, no fondling, I was jerked around and bent over the bed.

A hand started beating my bottom.

Not playfully at all, hard.

I tried to struggle, but someone was leaning on my back. A greased hand reached between my legs and began stroking me with a merciless grip. The spanking continued, and then another hand, also greased, slid between my cheeks.

A finger massaged my anus, and then slid in. I started stroking in and out, massaging a lump back in there.

I came with one of the most painfully hard orgasms I'd ever had. One of those ones that had little pleasure, but the pumping of my cum must have jetted it feet in front of me. Then the hands lifted, and after a minute I knew I was alone.