She was the Party Favor...

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I created this story in a series so its companion story (to be published next) was easy to find. They are independent and could be read alone. The next story is a night that Anya arranges for Sebastian, her husband, to be the party favor.

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I marveled at her poise and beauty as she stood on the 'stage.' Her breathing calm and even, her tits rising and falling ever so slightly. Her nipples harder than I ever remember seeing them. Arms behind her, bound together at the elbows only, giving her a small sense of control without allowing her to actually stop anything, not that she wanted to. A rope ran under her upper arms and armpits to a ring in the ceiling, ensuring she was not able to move her upper body. The cuffs on her ankles holding her legs just wider than shoulder width, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening with her moisture, for everyone to see. For good measure, there were cuffs on her thighs too, preventing them from closing even an inch. Though she was blindfolded, as she requested, she knew everyone was looking at her, seeing that moisture, admiring her tits. And she loved it.

Anya has always been sexually free and adventurous. She'll be the first to tell you that description are just polite euphemisms to say she was a slut; she is unabashedly proud of her history. From her teenage years being the first to experiment with first herself, then boys. Telling her friends all about it, being their de facto teacher and source of truth. It was a natural progression to trying girls, which she first did in college. She loved it. ALL of it. Anything to do with sex was 'her thing.'

Anya's 'wild adventures,' her words not mine, continued when she landed her first job. Many at her firm believe she slept her way to her current position, Executive Vice President of Operations for a multinational technology company. When she hears someone say it she's quick to remind them that it isn't true, she would have fucked any of those people if they were interns or entry level employees. Her candidness is part of her charm.

I learned about her reputation during the unofficial onboarding, meaning the first night out at the bar with coworkers. One of the guys motioned to Anya and said, loud enough for her to hear, "I bet even Sebastian has a chance with her." Wanting to be seen as a gentleman, protecting the hot girl's honor, I playfully pushed him and told him to shut up. Plus, I was embarrassed and really thought I had no chance.

"Awe, that's sweet," Anya said to the group, then looking directly into my eyes, "he's right. I'd take you home in a heartbeat and teach you things you didn't even know you didn't know." I was caught off guard by her directness, especially in a group of coworkers and didn't know how to respond. Anya walked over to me, grabbed my hand and said, "You may be speechless now, but you'll be screaming by the time I'm done with you," and led me out of the bar. I was so taken aback that I just let her lead me out.

Once outside I regained a little composure and tried, feebly mind you, to remain a gentleman, "You don't even really know me, I just started here." Looking back, I was proof that she wasn't sleeping her way up the ladder. She'd slept with me long before either of us thought I would end up being the CIO.

"And," she replied, winking at me, "All the better, I have no expectations and neither do you, we'll just see where the night takes us." It took us back to her apartment where she did in fact rock my world, taught me things I didn't know I didn't know, and had me moaning and screaming until early into the morning. As soon as she shut her apartment door behind me she said, "Let's get your first one out of the way so you can actually last," and dropped to her knees, lowered my pants and underwear and gave me the best blow job I'd ever had. When I warned her I was about to cum she looked up at me, said, "Good!" and swallowed my cock to the root. I kept my word and came almost instantly, she didn't miss swallowing a drop. As she stood up she looked me dead in the eyes, "You're a pretty young guy, probably can go a couple more times. If you can't, tell me now and I'll give you some help." I didn't know what 'help' meant, but pride would not allow me to say I wasn't sure if I could go three times or not. Later, when we were dating exclusively, on nights I couldn't keep up with her she'd give me a Viagra. I figured out that's what she meant that night. Turns out, I didn't need it.

After that night we hung out more frequently, getting to know each other. Eventually we turned exclusive and ended up married. Anya's appetite for sex never settled down; she often talked about her exploits in her 'younger days,' as she called them. We're both only 29, I didn't consider these our 'older days.' Mostly she'd tell me about them when we were having sex, but sometimes, just to tease me she'd tell me on our way to dinner or an event. I know she likes to make me think about her in those adventures, I'd always get hard, then have to hide my erection as best I could when we got to wherever we were going until it finally went away. Often, she would continue to whisper in my ear, trace her finger along my cock through my pants or flash me just to keep me on edge and uncomfortable.

One of my favorites, and I suspect hers too by how many times she talked about it, was when she participated in an orgy. When she told that one she'd cum very quickly, and often. She loved multiple men using her at the same time, the opportunity to eat pussy and be eaten by another woman, and all the variety that came with an orgy. That was the only one she participated in, but she was quick to tell me about other threesomes and foursomes she'd had. She particularly loved being bound and 'forced' to service a couple. She loved to have a woman sitting on her face while a guy pounded her pussy. I know because we'd done it a couple times since we got married. She was continuing to teach me things I didn't know I didn't know. And I loved it as much as she was currently loving being bound on the makeshift stage in our spacious living room, with all our guests there.

Hopping on the stage with her, I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around the front of her, feeling her bound elbows push into my stomach a little, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready, my love?" She leaned her head back on my shoulder. I felt her hair tickling the back of my shoulder where it fell as she whispered back, "Oh god, yes, Sebastian."

"Just remember," I whispered our standard line for the few occasions we involved others in our sex lives, "at the end of the night you're still mine, and I'm still yours. I love you."

"Always and forever," our response to the other when the reminder was said she whispered back. Just as she finished 'forever' I reached up and squeezed both of her nipples, causing her to yelp at the unexpected pinching. Instinctively her body tried to thrust her hips forward but was stopped by the bindings. Her yelp had the effect I was going for, getting the attention of the people in the room. Everyone was hand selected by me. Anya didn't want to know who was going to be there, or even how many I'd invited. That's how she wanted it.

Before I stepped away from her to address the crowd I whispered in her ear, "They're all looking at you." I emphasized all to give her the impression there were more than the four other couples I'd invited, and me, there. Her response was to softly moan. Stepping around her I addressed our guests.

"You're all here to help Anya live out one of her fantasies. For those that know her, you know she's quite, uh, adventurous. Some of you have been involved in those adventures. For the rest of you, you're in for a treat." A chuckle from those in the crowd that did indeed know how wild she could be.

I reminded everyone of the ground rules, that no hole was off limits. No ass-to-mouth, including for guys that fucked her ass. If they wanted her to suck their cock after they'd need to go wash first. No pissing at all, no spitting on her other than if needed for lube, and only minor impact play, and not in the face. Anya was OK with a little light spanking, but for all her adventures, it wasn't her thing. And definitely nothing involving bodily fluids, other than cum, no rimming. Also not her thing. Which worked out great since they weren't mine either. I reminded the group that she would remain tied up for one hour, they were free to do whatever they wanted to her, and were encouraged to use the implements that were laid out on the table next to the stage. Once the hour was up, I would untie her and she was fair game, or free use as it's called. My job for the night was to watch, enforce the rules, and ensure Anya was OK. If not, I would stop events and ask everyone to leave. Lastly, the blindfold was to remain on at all times, no real names should be used, and people should avoid anything that would let Anya figure out who they were, to the best of their ability. For the two couples she'd never met, that would be easy. For the couple she knew, she may figure out who they are. I hoped not. Part of what we both wanted to get out of tonight was for her to know that people there knew who she was but didn't know who they were.

As hard (pun intended) as it was, I took that responsibility, the responsibility to protect the woman I love with all my heart, and who loves me with all hers, very seriously. This would be a night she could just enjoy, knowing I was there to keep her safe.

I encouraged the men who needed or wanted to have any assistance that now was a good time to take them, that I was confident Anya could out fuck all of them if they didn't, and maybe even if they did.

I stepped off the stage, spending the rest of the night with a raging hard on, watching what everyone did to, and with Anya.

One of the couples that Anya didn't know, Martin and Madge, were the first to step on the stage with her. Martin pinched her nipples while Madge took the feather from the table and gently traced it over Anya's abdomen, down around her pelvic bone, over her pussy lips then down one thigh and up the other. Anya flinched and tried to move away, all in vain. The restraints kept her in place. Madge made her way up one of Anya's sides causing her to flinch and giggle from the tickling. Martin was alternating pressure and pulling on Anya's nipples.

Another couple, Roger and Marlee made their way to the stage and started rubbing their hands all over Anya's body. Light touches, squeezes and pinches, pulling her nipples. While this was going on, the two women from the other couples, Rylee and Victoria had shed their clothes and were now on the stage with Roger, Marlee, and Martin and Madge, who had stepped back to make room. Rylee stood in front of Anya and leaned in, pressing their tits together and nippled on Anya's earlobe before tracing soft kisses and nips down her neck. This caused Anya to moan, drawing a smile from the others. Rylee moved around the back of Anya, reaching around to squeeze her tits.

Victoria ran her hands up Anya's inner thighs, to her pussy. Spreading her lips with one hand she lightly flicked Anya's clit. Anya tensed up and moaned, "Please." Victoria smiled and slipped a finger into her pussy. A giant sigh escaped Anya. Victoria withdrew her finger and put it to Anya's lips. Anya eagerly sucked the finger into her mouth.

As Anya was sucking Victoria's finger Rylee released her tits, reaching down and slapping Anya's ass. Another moan. Rylee grabbed Anya's cheeks and pulled them apart, making sure her thumbs were pressing on her asshole. Anya shuttered as she did this. Rylee took this as a 'go sign,' brought one thumb to her mouth and spit on it, then slowly pressed it into Anya's ass. Anya moaned, "Please," this time, letting everyone know she was enjoying the attention and wanting more.

Something interesting happened about then. Rylee's husband, Teddy, came over to me and offered to suck my cock. I knew he was bi when I invited him, but had never experienced a man being so forward about sucking another man's, mine, cock. I quickly reminded Teddy that my responsibility tonight was to watch Anya, that I couldn't be distracted by a blow job. He understood and rejoined the others near or on the stage with Anya. I filed that offer away, though; maybe someday.

The group spent the rest of the first hour in various forms and levels of groping. All of which were getting Anya more and more desperate for relief. Per the other rules, the ones that I told everyone except Anya, they didn't let her cum. They continued to ratchet up the teasing until she was literally shaking with desire, moaning and gasping at the slightest movement of air on her skin. Just how I wanted her. When people were not on the stage with Anya they were scattered around the room in smaller groups, intermingling with each other. Oh, and of course, exploring each others' bodies as well. Various forms of sex, from women sucking cock, men eating pussy, women eating pussy, and Teddy sucking Martin's cock. Many of the folks were using the furniture, both regular and sex specific, that was strategically arranged in the room. With all that was going on you'd think I wouldn't have been able to keep my focus on Anya. But I did. As I said, I took my role very seriously.

At the end of the first hour I stepped onto the stage and announced to the crowd that refreshments were available in the dining room if anyone wanted, and that I was going to release Anya for a ten minute break. The break had two purposes, the most important was checking in with her. As I slid up in front of her I pressed my body against hers. Not as satisfying for me as it could have been since I remained clothed. I clamped my mouth onto hers and probed her mouth with my tongue with a very passionate kiss. As I was doing that I worked the ropes free of her elbows and from under her shoulders, freeing her upper body. Anya let her arms drop to her side and shook them out for a few seconds, then wrapped them around me and returned the kiss.

I stepped back and kneeled in front of Anya, pausing for a second to admire her pussy. Of course, I couldn't just admire, I leaned in and licked her. Anya grabbed my head and tried to pull me further into her. I quickly pulled back and removed her hands from my head. Looking up at her I reminded her of the rule, "You are not allowed to cum until you've made at least 5 of our guests cum first. After that, you can cum as many times as you can handle."

"Please," was all she could whisper.

Releasing the restraints from her ankles and thighs, Anya was able to bring her legs together and stand straight up. She started to flex and work the tension out of her muscles and joints. When she was sufficiently loosened up she stood still with her arms at her sides. I knew the internal battle she was fighting. She desperately wanted to play with her clit and pussy and make herself cum. She also wanted to obey the rules and not cum until she was allowed. The latter won out. I suspect just barely.

I leaned in and pressed my body against hers again, and went for another kiss. As I did, Anya slid a hand in between us and felt the front of my pants until she found my cock. Gently squeezing and tracing her finger along it, I almost came. Pulling her mouth from mine, "Too bad you're not going to play with me now, I could take care of this for you," she said softly to me.

"Later," I assured her. I moved my mouth to her ear, "Stop or continue," I asked. We had agreed that those were her only two options. There was no option to slow down, either we kept going with her night, or we stopped and asked the guests to leave. Either was fine with me. Without hesitation, "Continue," she replied. I gently guided her off the stage and over to a chair that was designed to support different sexual positions.

Some of the guests had not gone for refreshments, and the ones that had were starting to return. Announcing to the room, "Anya is now free use, available to any and all of you. Do with her as you wish, within the rules we've set." Anya shuttered again as I said that. I could tell how ready she was.

As I stepped back from Anya our guests closed in like a pack of hungry wolves. Martin and Madge were first again. Stepping up to Anya, Martin guided her face to his cock and pushed it into her mouth. As soon as she felt the head on her lips she opened up to let it in. "Suck my wife's pussy off my cock and make me cum as fast as you can," Martin instructed. Anya complied, quickly getting into a rhythm, alternating between holding the head of his cock in her mouth and licking it with her tongue and fucking it with her mouth. They were one of the couples that had been playing some, and because of that, Martin didn't last long.

As he was getting ready to cum he signaled Madge, who had moved behind Anya. Grabbing her head and holding it still, allowing Martin to withdraw his cock and aim it at Anya's chest. He didn't even need a couple strokes before he was spraying his cum onto her. When he finished he fed Anya his cock again for her to suck any remaining cum from it. Madge whispered in her ear, "One of my favorite things to do is lick my husband's cum off another woman's tits." She moved in front of Anya and did just that, lapping and sucking her chest clean. She spent extra time on Anya's nipples while letting her hand drop to Anya's lap, a finger finding its way to Anya's clit. Massaging just enough to continue to keep Anya on edge, but not cum. Anya rocked her hips, trying to get enough pressure to cum. Madge wasn't having it and pulled her hand away. "Now it's your turn."

Madge guided Anya onto her back on the mattress on the floor. I was expecting to watch Madge straddle Anya's face but was surprised as Rylee led Victoria over and guided her to Anya's mouth. Lowering her pussy, Victoria closed her eyes and pinched her nipples when Anya's tongue made contact. While that was happening, Madge and Rylee moved down to Rylee's legs, slipping side by side in between them and started to lick up her inner thighs, their tongues meeting at Anya's dripping pussy. Gently, they each licked and sucked her lips, dipping their tongues into her honey hole. Never taking her over the edge, much to Anya's anguish. Anya had proved to me the few times when we played with other couples that she could back up her assertion that she was the best pussy licker in her dorm in college, maybe even on the entire campus. Victoria suddenly squealed and tensed up as Anya made her cum. When she couldn't take it anymore she stood and stepped away. "My turn," Madge stated and slid up to Anya's mouth.

Anya picked up with Madge where she left off with Victoria. Roger and Marlee had made their way over and were watching the show. Roger kneeled in between Anya's legs and lifted them, pushing them as far back, towards Madge, as she could. "Would you mind holding her legs for me?" Roger asked Madge. Turning her head Madge understood the ask and wrapped an arm around each of Anya's legs. This raised Anya's hips off the mattress and placed her pussy in the perfect position to fuck. And that's what he did, slipping into her waiting hole. Roger went slow, knowing how close Anya was, not wanting to break the rules; Anya had only made two people cum yet. Every time Roger thought Anya was getting close he pulled out and slowly stroked his cock before slipping back in. On the third time he pulled out he stroked his cock furiously. Pointing at Anya's pussy, his cum exploded out and onto her lips. It was one of the most powerful jets of cum I'd ever seen, either live or in porn. He painted her entire lips and onto her shaved pelvic bone above her pussy. As he was painting Anya, Madge came. Not as loud or obvious as Victoria, but there was still no question Anya had done her magic.

That was four. Anya only needed one more before she was allowed to cum. Number four turned out to be Rylee. When Madge stepped off Anya's face, Rylee slid between Anya's legs and gently lapped Roger's cum from her. She had to go gently or Anya would have cum, she was that close. After Rylee had cleaned Anya she guided her up off the mattress and onto all fours. Sliding her hips and legs under Anya she reached up and guided Anya's mouth to her pussy. Anya gladly went back to work. Watching what happened next I realized there must have been some discussion and coordination. Rylee, getting close to cumming, motioned for Martin to position behind Anya. He didn't touch her, he simply lined up to fuck her from behind. Rylee crashed over the edge and had the loudest orgasm of the night, even louder than Anya's were. As she screamed out in ecstasy, Martin slammed his cock into Anya's pussy. At the same time, he buried his thumb into her assholde. Rylee was number five, Anya could cum. Martin was going to make sure she did.

Not a gentle activity, he simply slammed his cock into her pussy and hammered her for all he was worth. Between the sudden pounding and the thumb in her ass, and of course being on edge for so long, Anya didn't stand a chance. Almost immediately her body started to quiver as her orgasm took over. She rested her head on Rylee's stomach, gasped and moaned, then tensed up. From quivering to outright shaking as sweet relief overtook her. Martin continued to fuck her through her orgasm, not letting up; he wasn't far behind (again, pun intended) Anya and soon exploded into her pussy. As Anya came down from her orgasm Martin withdrew his softening cock. I watched a trail of cum dribble out of Anya. That's a sight I can't imagine ever getting sick of seeing. I wanted to fuck her so badly at that moment. Instead, I kept my role of 'watcher/protector,' and consoled myself with the knowledge I would have my way with her after our guests left.

Rylee slid out from under Anya, allowing Victoria to move in. She wanted Anya's tongue again. This time, though, her pussy was full of cum. She had just gotten fucked while Anya was servicing Rylee and Martin, some was starting to leak out. Realizing Victoria's pussy was cum filled seemed to spur her on. She sucked and licked Victoria's pussy like it was the last thing she'd ever be able to eat.

While Anya was working Victoria, Roger moved behind her and spread some lube on her ass, and gently began sliding his finger in and out. Pausing only for a second to say, "Don't tease me, just fuck my ass," Anya retured her mouth to Victoria. Roger didn't need to be told twice, lining the head of his cock up with her hole and slowly sliding in. Just as he pushed through the tight anal ring, Anya drove her hips back to meet his, burying Roger's cock all the way in her, and moaned into Victoria's pussy. Taking Anya's instruction, Roger went from slipping gently into her to hammering her ass like Martin had her pussy. The slamming of hips caused Anya to bounce her face and tongue into Victoria's pussy even harder. That was too much for Victoria, sending her crashing over the edge into another orgasm.

When Victoria regained her wits she managed to spin around into a 69 position with Anya. While Roger fucked Anya's ass, Victoria began licking and sucking Anya's clit, and fucking her pussy with her tongue. It seemed Victoria was returning the favor and this time it was Anya that didn't stand a chance. No real lead up, she moaned loudly, her body tensing up while her head hung down, she was cumming again. With her muscles tightening up, including her ass, Roger quickly followed. Pulling out just before he came, he sprayed all over Anya's ass and pussy. Victoria didn't have the same limit that Anya did, immediately running her tongue up Anya's pussy to her ass, sucking and licking up all Roger's cum along the way. Anya's orgasm continued into a series of rolling, mini orgasms the entire time Victoria was licking her.

The rest of the night was a mix of activity with group pairing or tripling up in different combinations. I took in as much as I could while still keeping close eyes on Anya. Yes, her hands were free, but still being blindfolded people could still go beyond Anya's limits. I didn't expect anyone to, everyone was very respectful of them tonight. But, in the heat of action things happen. Not tonight, though. I never once had to stop activities.

As things quickly petered out (OK, this time I didn't intend the pun, I saw it when proofreading) couples trickled off to bathrooms (we have 2 full and one half on the first floor) to clean up and get dressed. Some said quick goodbyes as they headed out, others just slipped out quietly. Soon we were alone.

I dimmed the lights as low as they could go and still be on. Anya was sitting on the sex chair when I gently removed her blindfold. I stood in front of her shielding her eyes from the lights. Even though they were dim, she'd been blindfolded for so long I wanted her to be able to slowly adjust. Just as you wouldn't want bright lights in your eyes when you just wake up, going from blindfolded to bright lights isn't fun.

Anya opened her eyes, looking into mine. A huge grin broke onto her face as she saw me standing there naked, with my hard cock bobbing in front of her face. "Well, that was fun, but it looks like I have one more task to complete." Grabbing my hand she led me to the bedroom. Pushing me onto the bed on my back, Anya straddled me, slowly lowering her pussy onto my cock. Leaning forward, her face very close to mine, as she slowly fucked my cock she quietly said, "Thank you, Sebastian. For everything. For not being disgusted about my past. For allowing me to be who I am and loving me for, or in spite of it. For arranging tonight just how we planned. And for still loving me after watching me fuck, suck and lick..." Pausing for a second she smiled and continued, "I don't know how many people tonight."

Smiling back at her, "You're welcome, Anya. And loving you is not in spite of your history, it's being fully aware of it. You're one of the few women that knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go get it, not afraid of what society or her friends think. You are amazing. Thank you for choosing me, every time."

As she slowly rode me, we kissed softly. When we were done, Anya curled up next to me, my arms wrapped around her as we drifted off to sleep.