Pt. 02 - Welcome to the Masquerade

Welcome to the Masquerade

Ellie lies there in the bed, just trying to understand what she has just done. The contrast in emotions she is feeling, the guilt, the happiness, the excitement, all roll over her as she has to decide: does she keep quiet or say something to her husband?

She calls Stacey.

"If I told you what I had done just now, you wouldn't believe me," she says with a little giggle.

"You slut. Who did you fuck? I can hear it in your voice."

"I don't know. That's the thing. He's been texting me all day, I was horny, and my husband hasn't touched me in ages. I just snapped, and the next thing I knew, I was being filled up with a stranger's cum."

"About fucking time," says Stacey. "Your husband clearly isn't interested anymore. This mystery guy is, and from the sound of your voice, he's just fucked the life back into you."

"Honestly, it was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came. This guy controlled every second. It was nice to just give up control for once, although the maid is gonna go crazy, because you would think this was a waterbed," she laughs.

"Oh, they are used to it, don't worry," Stacey says, reassuring Ellie.

"Go home, don't say anything, and just remember the situation. And if it was that good, do it again," says Stacey.

That's all the validation Ellie needed to know she was entitled to some fun in her life, and if her husband didn't want to fuck her, her mystery lover sure did.

She orders an Uber and checks out of the room. Upon leaving, she asks if she could reserve the room for this weekend.

"Same room, madam," says the desk clerk.

"Yes, exactly the same one," she says, confirming.

Although she liked the spontaneity of the sex, she couldn't turn off that part of her that liked to plan and control.

She sends her anonymous lover a text.

"You and me, this weekend, same room. Are you in?"

She heads to her Uber, which has now turned up, and jumps in.

Just as the car pulls away, she receives a text saying, "Okay, I'll tell you what to wear the whole weekend. We aren't leaving the room, and you're wearing the blindfold for the weekend."

She reluctantly replies, "Agreed."

She desperately wanted to know the identity of the man who had almost made her black out from orgasms, but she didn't want this to end, so she decided to just go with it and see.

She arrives home to a note on the table from David saying he had gone to the pub and not to wait up.

It was the perfect time for Ellie to head up to the bath, relax, and enjoy what had happened. The red-hot water caressed her body as she got in, the bubbles enveloping her skin. She lay back and thought about how naughty it felt to have another guy cum inside her without protection.

She pondered whether to get the morning-after pill but decided the risk felt so amazing that she would see what happened.

She closes her eyes and enjoys the heat of the water, replaying every second of what happened. Feeling her nipples go hard, she lets her hands run over her body.

Suddenly, she is snapped out of her trance by the key in the front door and footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Just me," says David. "Don't worry, we're not being burgled," he jokes.

She fake-laughs to amuse him, but today has just shown her that she was wasting her life with him.

She yearned for the excitement to continue, and if she had to work out a way of putting the hotel on company expenses, she would continue to have her enjoyment.

She gets out of bed only to see that David has passed out, starfishing on top of the bed.

"Great. Guess I'm in the spare room," she says.

As she heads to the spare bedroom, she looks outside and sees a shadow looking up at her. She undresses in front of the window, knowing exactly who it was, and blows a kiss goodnight.

She gets into bed and sees a text.

"Night, beautiful. Tonight is the very start of you receiving everything you deserve and more."

She smiles and falls asleep.

It was Friday morning. She wakes up feeling instantly different about what had happened, but in a good way.

She had reconciled her guilt in her head, knowing that David clearly didn't love her anymore. She didn't want to let time pass her by, so she texts her new boy toy.

"Morning, babe. Hope you slept well."

She goes to the bathroom, has a shower, and gets ready for the day. She decides on a black underwear set this time and a nice blue dress with her favourite pair of Louboutins.

She sees her phone flash.

"Morning, beautiful. Tonight, make sure you dress well for work, take a second pair of underwear, and get your suitcase ready for this weekend, as I will be taking you out."

"How do you plan on doing that and keeping your mask on, smarty-pants?" she texts back with a chuckle.

"Masquerade ball, you cheeky girl," she receives back.

Touché, she thinks to herself and gets her suitcase ready with a little bit of thought.

She heads downstairs and tells David that she is away for the weekend, at a conference in Ireland, and that she will be back Monday.

"No worries. Enjoy," he says with minimal effort as he heads out the door to his car.

Ellie never felt more justified by that and knew she was doing the right thing.

She loads the car up, looking across the road to see if her mystery fella is watching, but he isn't.

She gets in the car and heads straight to the office.

In the elevator, Martin jumps in just as the doors are closing.

"What's on the agenda for today, then, Martin?" says Ellie.

"Erm, pretty easy day, to be honest, boss. You have two interviews, one at 10 a. m., one at 2 p. m., and then just a 15-minute meeting later at 3:45 p. m. to go over the new Nargle account with the boss. But apart from that, all plain sailing," he says.

"Okay, grab me my coffee and my morning croissant, and I'll have them as I look over the paperwork for the Nargle account. Just message me five minutes before the first interview. You know I get tunnel vision," she says to him.

"No worries, boss. Will do," he says as he goes to the canteen on site.

He takes in her breakfast and puts it on her desk.

"Hope you don't mind me saying, ma'am, but you're glowing this morning. Did something happen yesterday?" he says with a slight hint of a grin that she doesn't catch.

"I went for a drink with a friend, yes. As it happens, we had a good night," she says, not wanting to tell her assistant that she was used, completely with her permission, by an absolute stranger for hours.

"Well, you should do it more often, ma'am. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she says in acknowledgement as he closes her door.

She looks at the clock, realising she is still so horny after last night and knowing her secret boyfriend may still have a camera in her office. She has an hour until her first meeting, so decides to close the blinds and play with herself again.

Touching her hot little pussy, knowing that she can still feel it pulsing as if he were still inside her, she comes quicker than ever and has to remove her underwear again to wipe up the juices on her leather seat.

She sorts out her dress and puts her underwear in her top drawer. She heads to the toilet to freshen up and comes back to see her top drawer open again, her underwear gone, and her black ones back in there with a note.

"I've taken the black ones so you can wash these and get your intoxicating scent back on them for me another time."

She asks her assistant if anyone had been to her room, and he says no, but she knows otherwise. Or was he hiding something?

The corner of his mouth gives away the hint of a smirk, but he covers it up very well.

"Martyn, have you got something to tell me?" she says forcefully.

"Whatever would you be talking about, ma'am?" he says genuinely, acting confused.

Either he was a sociopath and a perfect liar, or he wasn't the one who had tried to impregnate her last night.

Either way, she says, "Don't worry. Send the first person in as soon as they are here."

"Of course," he says as he looks her up and down.

She catches him, but unsure of why, she lets it go.

Right then, a text comes through to her phone as he is standing right in front of her.

"Thank you for the panties. These taste amazing, and later on tonight, I'm taking that body again."

"Okay, it can't be him," she thinks, heads to the desk, and closes the door.

The rest of the day goes by quite uneventfully. The interviews are underwhelming, her lunch has little taste, and all she can think about is the weekend. She was going to get used and was hoping her man would push the boundaries and see just what she would enjoy.

She heads to her car, jumping into the driver's side, and heads to the hotel. She goes to the on-site bar, grabs a vodka lemonade, and heads to the room.

A text comes through, giving her a choice.

"Do you want to be used before the masquerade ball, after, or both?"

She sends back, "I want to be walking around the party, filled with your thick, hot cum, so I choose both."

Seconds later, a text comes back.

"Okay. On the bed, blindfold on, get into doggie, and stick your tight little ass in the air and wait for me."

She does as she is told and strips down bare, getting on her knees and forearms and hiking her ass in the air.

Two minutes later, she hears the door go, a suitcase hits the floor, followed by him removing his clothes and getting on the bed behind her.

He lubes up his cock using her pussy juices and puts his cock to her tight little virgin ass. She freezes, knowing she has wanted to try this but not expecting him to use it. She is slightly hesitant, but then, as she feels the tip slide in, she pushes back.

Feeling this, he knows she has given the go-ahead to use it, and he feeds in deeper.

"Go slowly. You're going to split me in two," she says.

The voice app kicks in.

"Your body is mine to use however I want. The only way you can stop it is by saying the safe word, which is strawberry."

"Yes, Daddy," she says instantly, knowing he has her at his mercy.

He uses her ass expertly. As the pain turns into pleasure and she can feel herself cum, she is incredibly vocal.

"Sir, give me your seed, please. I need it," she says as he pumps a full load into her ass.

A very strange but sensual feeling, she thinks, as he takes his cock out of her slowly and then slides a butt plug into her ass.

"This will help keep my cum in you while we are at the party," his phone reads.

He heads to the bathroom. She takes off the blindfold, and he puts on his masquerade mask. Coming out of the bathroom as she gets dressed in a stunning red matching set and red dress with black shoes, he hands her a mask to wear.

He types away at his phone and presses play.

"Getting to show off my new little plaything is going to be fun tonight," his phone reads.

"Whatever you want, Daddy. I am looking forward to being lusted over."

Heading down to the car, they both jump in, and he tells her where to go.

"It's not far from here, baby, around five miles, and it's discreet, but I can assure you, you will enjoy yourself," his speech app says.

"I know I'm always safe with you," she acknowledges as they pull into the car park.

"Tonight, your eyes will be wide open, knowing you can never go back to your old boring life," he adds.