Cordially Invited

Evangeline stared at her computer screen, eyes scanning the content of the party invite she had put together over and over. She was beyond excited at the thought of this special kind of cocktail party actually taking place, but when it came time to actually send the invite out her anxiety spiked.

"You're okay with this, right?" she asked. Looking over at her husband, Xander, to gauge his reaction.

Sitting up and lowering the book he was reading away from his face, his deep blue eyes meeting hers. "I'm okay with it if you are," he said. His tone neutral and soft as he spoke. "If this is something you really want to experience then I'm happy to do it. And we've already been over the rules and boundaries."

"Right," she said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. "But, do you think it'd be a mistake to open this part of ourselves up to other people who I'm pretty sure would be interested but at the same time --"

He brought his face near hers and interrupted her with a soft, thoughtful kiss. "Things like this are always going to come with risk. Let's not worry about the things we can't control and focus on providing a fun evening for those that are interested and you getting what you want out of it, okay?"

She looked back at the invite on her screen one more time. Looking at the emails she had included to send the invite to. Without looking back, "Do you want to see who all I'm inviting?"

He leaned over her, reaching over her hand and clicked send on the email invite.

You Are Cordially Invited to Attend a Unique Cocktail Party on the Evening of June 9th at 7 PM

Please RSVP in Advance

Hosted By: Evangeline Thompson

Details:

By attending you are agreeing to keep what happens during this evening in strict confidence and understand whether you choose to participate or engage in the evening's activities or choose to simply sit back, enjoy a few cocktails and watch are solely at your discretion.

Additional details to follow after you RSVP.

"Nope. Not one bit. I will do whatever it is you ask of me and nothing less," he said. Xander began softly and slowly kissing along her neck and shoulder. As his lips begin traveling down her body her phone begins to buzz with multiple notifications.

He barely glances up from what he was doing, "Let me guess. You've already got some questions?" before putting the upper band of her soft cotton panties between his teeth and pulling them off her in a smooth motion.

"Yeah," she says as her eyes linger on him a breath as his tongue licks her wet slit in a deliberately slow motion from the bottom all the way to the tip of her clit. Over and over. She lets her head sink deeper into her pillow as her phone begins buzzing again. She looks at it and sees it's a video call from Amelia. Evangeline picks up the phone and flips it around to show Xander who's calling.

"Answer it," he says in between slow, teasing licks.

She flips the phone back around and answers. "Hey, what's up?"

"What is up?" Amelia replies sarcastically. "What is up with that invite you sent out. Is it actually happening, what you told me about a while back?" Her face brimming with curiosity and interest.

Evangeline nodded, "yeah, it is." The expression on her face beginning to betray her effort to not reveal what Xanders tongue was doing to her in that exact moment.

"And he said yes? Well, of course he did. But, does he - like - know how you're expecting this to go down?" Amelia's voice was rising with her own surprise and a bit of friendly envy. Her and Evangeline have been friends for the better part of a decade and shared everything with each other.

Evangeline nodded, her face going slightly flush as Xander slowly inserted a finger inside her flooded core.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, "what are you two doing right now?"

Evangeline raised her phone up a touch to show the top of Xander's head planted firmly between her thighs, before bringing the phone view back to her.

"I see. Well, maybe you should focus on that. We can catch up tomorrow," she said. "Keep up the great work, Xander!" she shouted with a wide grin.

Evangeline tossed her phone down before even disconnecting the call. She began to softly moan as he began working a second finger inside of her while capturing just her clit between his lips and softly sucking on it. Her hands found their way to the back of his head as she began gripping his short, wavy dark hair in her fingers and holding his head in place while she rode the waves of ecstasy for the next few moments before a huge wave hit her. This one lasting a solid dozen or so heartbeats before she began to come down from the high.

Over the next several weeks leading up to the party Evangeline received countless texts and answered many questions about this 'unique' cocktail party. By the time she managed to answer the questions and even put curious minds at ease, four of the invitees RSVP'd to the party. She thought to herself that getting confirmations from four out of the seven she invited was pretty good and put her own mind at ease over how the party would go.

The Arrival

A feeling of anticipation filled the room, along with the scent of the jasmine candles placed throughout, where Evangeline and Xander had wrapped up the finishing touches on the main living area and the connecting bar and kitchen where most of the festivities would be taking place.

Evangeline adjusted the last lit candle on the marble countertop, and just ensuring everything was just right before her guests arrived. Xander went to turn on a light jazz playlist to have on in the background throughout the downstairs, setting the mood for the evening.

The uniform Evangeline picked out for him turned out exactly as she had imagined - a crisp black bowtie at his throat, a pair of snug, black silk briefs that hugged him in all the right places, and a strap-on harnessed over it all. The 'unique' part of this cocktail party was that he was the offering. He was to spend the evening serving drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and serving the guests however they requested.

Evangeline's eyes thoroughly scanned him, up and down. The sight of him like this, his sculpted chest rising and falling with calm, steady breaths, his broad shoulders squared, sent a slow thrum of satisfaction through her already wet core.

She stepped close to him, trailing a single manicured finger under his chin, lifting his gaze to hers.

"You remember your role tonight?" she asked, her voice soft but full of confidence. She was taking on her own role of being in command of him for the evening.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with certainty, steel blue eyes locked to hers.

"Good." She traced a slow circle over his jawline. "Your only job tonight is to serve. No taking. No wanting. Just giving."

"Understood." he nodded.

A knock at the door signaled the arrival of their guests. Evangeline's lips curved into an appreciative smile before she stepped away to answer the door, leaving Xander there in his server outfit.

The door opened to the first arrival, Amelia. Her golden-brown curls cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, her plump lips painted a deep, sinful red. She wore a champagne-colored skirt, its silky material clinging to her curves, the delicate straps barely containing the swell of her breasts.

Her attention immediately shifted to Xander, standing there in his evening attire holding a serving tray with already made cocktails, and her lips curled into a big, knowing grin. "Oh, this is going to be fun." she said as she placed a friendly hand on Evangeline's shoulder as she stepped inside.

Stepping in behind her was Isla. She was tall, her caramel-toned skin glowing under the candlelight inside. Her emerald-green dress was cut low in the front and quite high at the sides, exposing the toned expanse of her legs with every step. A deep slit ran nearly to her hip, and when she walked a glimpse of black lace garters was visible against her thighs. You could smell the scent of vanilla as she walked by, her dark brown eyes filled with the kind of visible hunger that made Evangeline shiver with anticipation.

Vivienne and Celeste were behind Isla.

Vivienne motioned for Celeste to head in first, her hand gentle on her back.

The youngest of the group, her soft pink slip dress clung delicately to her petite frame. Unlike the others, she looked both intrigued and hesitant, her long lashes fluttering as she took in the room, her ice-blue eyes lingering just a little too long on Xander. A hint of blush dusted her high cheekbones, betraying her interest, despite her silence.

Vivienne was next, her entrance as calculated as always. She was older than the rest, her confidence carried in the way she moved--deliberate, assured, in control. Her crimson dress hugged her body, the deep V-neck revealing a hint of sheer black lace that hinted at what lay beneath. Pearls circled her throat, a contrast to the sultry power in her gaze as she grabbed a glass of wine from the serving tray Xander was holding and took her first slow sip of wine.

"I see you've been busy planning, Evangeline."

Breaking the Ice

The first half hour or so was filled with laughter, hints of flirtation, and the unspoken tension of no one wanting to make the first move. Xander quietly and confidently worked his way between them all, offering cocktails and trays of decadent hors d'oeuvres. His presence was a quiet, constant temptation. Eyes seemed to follow him wherever he went, but Isla's gaze lingered long enough that Evangeline noticed and seemed to hint she really wanted to get his attention but still wasn't sure how to approach it.

Evangeline reached out, grabbing the strap-on, halting Xander as he passed by.

"Are you taking care of our guests?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

A slow smile curved her pink lips. "Good."

Then, without hesitation, she turned to Isla. "Isla, how about you let him take care of you first. You do seem particularly interested right now, don't you?"

Isla's eyes widened and a big grin enveloped her face. "Don't mind if I do."

Open Indulgence

Instead of leading Xander somewhere more private, Isla guided him to the papasan chair in the corner of the living room where everyone was busy chatting and laughing with one another. She sat in the chair, her long legs crossing as she got comfortable, her eyes took on a more mischievous look.

"On your knees," she murmured.

Xander obeyed.

"Very good," she said. Uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide enough to place one leg on each of his shoulders, nudging him closer to her warm, wanting pussy. As he was now eye level with where she wanted his attention, she leaned back into the chair, her fingers threading into his hair. "Let's see what kind of service you can provide beyond drinks and fancy snacks."

The conversation that was taking place in the room became a bit muted as all eyes were now fixated on Isla and Xander. This was the first action of the night and to this point there seemed to be a bit of uncertainty if anyone would pounce on the opportunity before them. Thanks to Evangeline the entire mood of the party shifted.

Xander's hands began sliding up the soft skin of her inner thighs. Soft, slow kisses following right behind. She pulled the fabric of her dress up higher to reveal an already damp, delicate black lace barely-there thong. His soft, slow kisses now entirely focused on her pink lips between her thighs. As he began using his tongue to very slowly lick from the bottom up all the way to her clit over and over, the conversation around them began to pick up again. This time, though, it was focused on the scene unfolding before them. Eyes flickered towards Isla as her quiet gasps turned to slow, satisfied moans.

Amelia, sipping her cocktail, smirked behind the rim of her glass. The scene before her, Xander slowly and thoroughly devouring the flood of Isla's desire, had her heated. A part of her wanted to walk over and pull him away and demand he fuck her right now. But, she forced some patience on herself and decided she was definitely next, but wouldn't interrupt the good time Isla was having.

"He is thorough," Amelia teased.

Isla laughed breathlessly, spreading her legs a bit further as her climax continued to build. "Very."

Goosebumps came over Evangeline as she watched Xander's face completely and utterly buried between Isla's thighs. His skilled and precise movements were well known to her.

When Isla finally let out a last, deeply satisfied groan she exhaled a slow sigh, brushing her fingers through his hair one last time. She sat up, smoothed her dress back down and stood up. "I don't think I've ever fallen in love with a tongue like that before," she said playfully. She leaned over a touch to pull her thong down and handed them to Xander. "Here, you earned these." she said while smirking and glancing at Evangeline who smirked right back.

"Wow. A trophy." Amelia said with a toying grin. "Let's see if you can earn yourself another." She placed her drink down and began walking towards the bar counter where Evangeline was standing grabbing a drink from the server tray he left there, leaning over it. She looked over her shoulder at Xander. "Well, don't just stand there. Get over here."

"Yes, ma'am." he said, as he closed the distance between them.

"Lift up my skirt," she said, amused. "And fuck me from behind. Slowly."

"Yes, ma'am." he responded, as he grabbed hold of his lengthy appendage and guided it towards the slit of her entrance.

He leaned in closer to her, while locking eyes with his wife, who was standing right in front of them both, and whispered, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do also?"

"Xander. I just want you to fuck me with that thing nice and slow while I chat with your wife. Do you understand?" she said firmly.

Grinning, while still locking eyes with Evangeline.

"Yes, ma'am."

With a practiced ease, his warm hands lightly trailed down her legs as he slowly lifted her skirt up. Soft, pink lace panties revealed themselves. He slipped a finger inside the edge of the center of her panties to pull them to the side so he could gain entrance. The panties were warm and soaked with her arousal. As he slowly pushed inside her he then brought his arousal covered fingers to his mouth and licked them as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with Evangeline. Her cheeks flushed slightly as the sight of him right in front of her like this had her growing impatient as her own panties were becoming more and more wet and her insides were beginning to scream at her for a resolution.

The other women continued their own conversations, but their attention never strayed far. Each with a look of focused curiosity; each anticipating their own turn and what they'd have him do for them.

As the evening continued, so too did the indulgences. One after another.

Evangeline watched, sipping her own drink, as Xander spent the majority of the rest of the evening on his knees - expertly stroking, and massaging all the sensitive bits with his tongue and fingers.

The Final Service

It was nearing 10 o'clock at night by the time the last guest had her turn. Some women only took advantage of his services once, though one in particular, Amelia, had him bury his face into her wetness after he did the things asked of him by two other guests after her first turn with him. The women were all lounging now; winding down. The room was thick with the scent of wine, perfume, and primal satisfaction and urges all in one.

Evangeline knew the evening was coming to a close and also knew the evening wasn't complete just yet. She sat her drink down and walked towards Xander. Trailing a finger over his damp skin, she murmured, "You've done well. But, you're not done yet." her voice a smooth purr.

His eyes widened, the corner of his lips turning every-so-slightly upward.

"Now, it's my turn," she said as she took his hand and led him to the center of the room where a chair was situated.

All the women sat watching in knowing silence. Evangeline savoring the way he obeyed - secretly swooning over the fact that he was completely and utterly hers in every sense imaginable.

As she had him sit down in the chair she walked behind him and took out a long piece of fabric, binding his hands together behind his back. She ran a finger across his shoulders, especially on the sensitive spot along the base of his neck, as she slowly circled back around facing him. She ushered her panties off as they dropped to the floor. His eyes immediately noticed them and saw they were recklessly soaking wet with her juices. She picked them up and gently forced the panties into his mouth.

His cheek bones tightened and she could tell he enjoyed that. She removed the strap-on from him and could see the outline of his own impressive unit barely contained by the tight spandex briefs she had him in for the evening. His meat sprang out with such ferocity the other women sat in total amusement and surprise.

Amelia lifted her hand to her cheek, trying to hide blushing brightly, "Holy, shit Evangeline. I'm not surprised you chose to keep that to yourself, my god" she said laughing.

Smirking, Evangeline slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground. Presenting herself to Xander, and her guests, she lined her opening up with the eye-catching, impressively engorged, head of his cock and slowly let herself fall on it. Letting out a satisfying moan upon that feeling of the first entrance and riding it all the way down.

Her insides had been screaming at her most of the evening to release the desire inside her. Having been built up over nearly three hours of indulgence, she was ready to explode. Up and down, up and down so rhythmically and with such satisfying passion. Up and down, up and down a little faster now. Up and down, up and down with more intent and aggression.

"Ohhhh, fuck me Xander," she cried out as her climax began to overtake all her senses.

She was right there and she knew she was going to get that insane release that has been building in her all evening and then he started moaning. The sound of his pleasure was about to send her over the edge and then she felt it. One of her most favorite feelings ever - his cock pulsating and pumping inside her. Right as she felt each pump of his cock inside her she exploded right along with him.

She collapsed into him. Leaning the weight of her body against his, her face next to his ear. She whispered, "that was amazing."

Managing to peel herself off of him after several heartbeats, she stood up. All eyes focused on his cock spilling out of her, still quite firm. Facing everyone, and everyone looking up at her, she said grinning, "and that concludes the evening's entertainment." Then took a bow.