On stage, the newlyweds were continuing their intense foreplay. The bride had succeeded in opening the man’s trousers completely and had pulled them down his hips slightly while she continued to devour his huge pole with her sweet mouth. His rod was slick and shiny with her saliva, and she looked like she was starving for the taste of his meat. Meanwhile, he had untied the ribbons that held her tank top together at the top. Pushing the satiny material aside, he reached in and helped her creamy breasts spill out into his big hands. She moaned with muffled delight around his cock as he began to massage and squeeze her soft, jiggling flesh. His thumbs soon found her small pink nipples, and he teased them without mercy — rolling and pulling the sensitive tips between his fingers until she almost squealed. Osita and Urenna continued to paw at each other — getting bolder and more impassioned with each passing moment. They had almost forgotten about the other guests until a chime suddenly sounded in the room. Urenna immediately felt panic in the pit of her stomach. Remembering the instructions to move to the next love seat to her left, she couldn’t imagine sitting with someone she hardly knew in this condition. “Oh Osita. . .” she whispered, “what should we do?” Osita was having similar thoughts. The “entertainment” had seduced and carried them both away almost to the point of no return. What was expected now. . .for them to calmly continue to watch this wildly carnal display without acting upon the incredible urges, they were feeling? Or was that the idea — to build the couples to a fever pitch of sexual need that would turn the party into a wild orgy. He heard about things like this before, but Osita never expected him and his wife ever to be involved. Like Urenna, he was confused and overwhelmed. . .that is until he saw ‘P’ standing expectantly in front of him. “I believe this is where I’m supposed to be now. . .” The tall figure looked excited. Osita glanced back at Urenna and immediately had wild visions of his wife with another man. He had never considered it before, and he didn’t necessarily like the idea, but everything was happening so quickly, and his throbbing cock suddenly made the decision for him. “It’s OK, Honey. . .” he heard himself say. “We better do what the man said.” Urenna looked bewildered and a little frightened as she slowly rose to her feet and watched P slide quickly into her seat. Somewhere behind her on the stage, she heard moans and deep sighs as she awkwardly moved over to the next seating area, where she found their friend, Bola, smiling and relaxed as he watched her approach. “Enjoying the show?” he asked with a strange smile. As Urenna nervously took her seat, she looked back at the couple on the stage. The bride was now laying on the bed — the pretty top had been completely removed, and her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with dark points, bounced slightly as she shifted and settled. The young groom was gazing down at her — still grinning with pure lust — as he quickly removed his tuxedo and other attire. The young woman licked her lips as she hungrily watched his large erection bob and wave between his muscular thighs. “This is pretty damn sexy, isn’t it?” Urenna heard ‘B’ whisper beside her. She had intentionally avoided sitting too close to him, but she felt him shifting next to her as they both stared at the stage. “Have you ever seen somebody do it right in front of you like this?” B asked. Urenna cleared her throat and whispered back without looking at him, “N…no, never. . .I never imagined. . .” After he had removed his clothing, the attractive groom on stage placed one knee on the bed and reached out to effortlessly pull the scantily-clad bride closer to him. The beautiful lady smiled and cooed with pleasure as he hooked his fingers in her skimpy lace panties and began to pull them off. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him, and soon she was completely nude and spread wantonly on the bed. Urenna’s heart was pounding inside her chest, and she was having trouble catching her breath. She watched the young man lift the girl’s delicate foot, and then — starting at her ankle — he began to kiss and lick his way up her leg until he reached her tender inner thigh. . .just inches away from her soft, wet opening. Urenna could feel her own warm juices soaking her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs — causing the hem of her short black dress to ride up higher and higher. Seated next to the increasingly impassioned housewife, Bola Hamzat, or ‘B,’ was no longer watching the performance on stage. He knew he had limited time before the chime sounded again, and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for — the reason he had made careful arrangements to have Osita and Urenna Agba invited to the party. For quite some time, Bola had secretly dreamed of seducing his friend Osita’s innocent and comely wife. Now was the time to make his move. At the same time, a few feet away, Urenna’s husband, Osita, was getting his own lessons in the art of seduction. ‘P,’ the beautiful and tantalizing woman, wasted little time in cuddling up against her attractive new friend. As they sat together watching the newlywed couple pleasure each other, Osita felt another man’s wife softly breathing into his ear as she whispered, “Oh, this makes me feel so naughty. . .would you mind if I played. . .just a little?” Osita jerked suddenly as he felt her hand grasp his and place it on her warm, soft thigh. She purred softly and spread her legs slightly — pushing his hand higher until it slid under her dress. Instinctively Osita massaged her smooth, tender flesh with his fingers. As he moved his hand higher, he could feel the warmth building, and she parted her thighs wider to give him better access. Soon his middle fingertip brushed against the downy softness of her pubic hair and then the puffy flesh of her vaginal lips. She was not wearing panties. P moaned quietly next to him — encouraging him to continue probing. Somewhere in his foggy brain Osita had a fleeting thought that what he was doing was wrong. But before he could process the idea any further, the lovely woman unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his throbbing manhood. The touch of her cool skin on his burning shaft caused him to groan and thrust his hips forward. All thoughts of turning back quickly vanished. Urenna stared trance-like at the erotic sight before her. The young groom on the stage now had the bride’s legs spread wide and bent at the knee. Tossing her thick mane of hair from side to side, she panted and groaned as her lover lapped and swirled his tongue into the tight slit of her vagina while her hips pumped rhythmically against his hungry mouth. Bola had moved closer to Urenna and gazed down at the lovely sight of her naked thighs squeezing together tightly and then relaxing repeatedly. Her dress had ridden up high enough that he could almost see the hidden juncture between her legs, but she was wringing her hands together in her lap, preventing the dress from rising any higher. Watching her swelling breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, he slowly reached his arm around her shoulder in a careful, casual manner so he wouldn’t frighten or alarm her. When she did not object to his advance, Bola lightly placed his hand on her knee — again watching her closely for any resistance. But Urenna was dizzy and almost drunk with desire. She heard the wet slurping sounds and the constant moans from the couple on the stage, and she couldn’t help imagining — no, wishing — that she was the one on the bed tangled in the naked, passionate act with the handsome young groom. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly sliding up her leg, but it didn’t register in her lust-filled brain until she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively pushed aside. Urenna instinctively looked down to see a man’s hand lightly stroking her exposed skin. Then, with wide, glazed-over eyes, she dreamily looked up and tried to focus on his face smiling back at her. “Let me help you. . .” she heard him say. Bola shifted even closer to her small frame and reached down to gently take her hands and move them off her lap. While they both watched his movements, he carefully took hold of the bottom of her short dress and gradually lifted the fabric up and folded it back onto her stomach — completely revealing her thin black panties. Bola took a deep breath. She was more captivating than he had imagined. The scant fabric did little to hide her feminine charms, and he knew he must have her. . .if not entirely now, then certainly before the night was over. On the other couch, Osita leaned back and planted his hands on the chair to brace himself. He watched the two young lovers on stage trying to send each other over the edge in a frenzied sixty-nine position, but between his outstretched legs, a gorgeous woman he hardly knew knelt in front of him greedily deep-throating his aching cock. Her technique was fantastic as she swirled and stabbed her tongue around the sensitive head each time, she lifted her lovely head with the hair. Osita was in heaven until he remembered Urenna. Whipping around to look to his left, his eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when he saw what was happening. There was his conservative little wife with her dress bunched around her waist and her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the large form of his friend, Bola, who had his hand buried in her panties — obviously fingering her furiously. Urenna stared straight ahead with unblinking eyes as her pretty mouth gasped for breath. Even several yards away, her husband could hear her pant and whimper helplessly. At first, Osita was angry at the sight of his wife so openly engaged in sexual acts with another man. But soon he realized that he had no cause for resentment. After all, he had encouraged her to move to the next chair, and here he was doing the same thing with someone else’s wife. No, there was nothing he could do about it now. Electric shocks jolted through Urenna’s small body as the man above her continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth in his conquest. Before she even realized what was happening, Bola had first traced the lips of her opening through the scant piece of silk between her legs — then he moved his hand up and slipped it down inside. Fireworks went off in her head when his fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris which he teased and stroked until she cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his big fingers lower and found her steamy, wet opening. Bola reached under and silently urged her to raise her soft, round buttocks so he could remove her panties completely. Cool air rushed over her inflamed sex as she leaned back again and waited breathlessly for the thrill of his touch. But it would not happen now. . .The chime sounded again. Somewhere deep in her clouded mind, Urenna realized she had been signaled to move to a new location in this surreal version of musical chairs. The man beside her reluctantly removed his hands from her naked skin and helped her rise unsteadily to her feet. “We’ll finish this later,” he breathed in her ear while he helped straighten her dress; then he gently directed her toward the next couch. On stage, the newlywed couple continued their heated act of passion. The bride was straddling the virile groom. She arched her back and churned her plump buttocks wildly, plunging herself up and down with frantic need on his thick, shiny pole sliding deep inside her with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their love cries and the soft methodic slapping of flesh meeting flesh. Urenna shakily groped her way through the dim light until she saw a dark figure looming. `A’ sat watching her approach with bright, narrow eyes like a big cat waiting for its prey. Even slumped in the chair the tall professional athlete was an imposing figure, and the startled housewife stopped short with a shudder. His jacket and shirt were open and parted wide, revealing sleek, lean-cut skin and muscle. But what stopped her was the sight of the long, thick column rising from his open trousers and laying hard against his flat stomach. She had never seen a man like this before. As she gazed at the huge cock poised and throbbing slightly in front of her, the strong arousal she had felt moments earlier was quickly turning to apprehension. Sensing her hesitancy, A reached his hand out to her. With a calm, low voice he said, “Come, sit with me… Don’t be frightened. Let me please you.” Tentatively she allowed him to take her delicate hand and guide her to sit next to him, but she couldn’t pull her eyes from the coiled steel monster between his legs. Directly across, on the other side of the platform, Osita was also enjoying himself. A’s wife, `F’, took her place next to Urenna’s husband. He smiled at her nervously and noticed that she seemed breathless and slightly agitated. Remembering that she was new to all this too, Osita wondered if she and her husband might be having the same crazy mix of emotions that he was feeling. Observing that her dress and her ornately-styled hair was slightly disheveled, he inquired discreetly, “Are you alright?” She looked him in the eye for the first time and smiled weakly, “Yes . . .I think so. But, Oh my! I certainly didn’t expect anything like this. “Neither did we . . .” he agreed, relieved to know that they shared some common ground. “It’s all pretty strange, isn’t it? But at the same time, I don’t know when I’ve ever been so turned on.” He almost wished he hadn’t said that, but she smiled back at him warmly and he couldn’t help being drawn in by her exotic beauty. Laughing softly, she whispered, “So am I . . .” She was also starting to appreciate the pleasing nature and appealing features of this man she was now seated with. His soft eyes and easy smile, together with the strong jaw and handsome build helped fuel the fire that had been kindled by the show on stage, then fanned to smoldering intensity by the suave former football player at her last seat. Recalling how his hands danced over the tingling softness of her large breasts and jutting nipples, she boldly leaned forward and kissed this new man softly . . .allowing her tongue to instantly melt together with his. Osita groaned in response and his hand instinctively reached out to cup one of her soft breasts swaying freely beneath the colourful scarf-like material of her dress. Easily brushing the fabric aside, his palm came into contact with the warm, moist skin of her heavy breast and he felt a large, rubbery nipple slip between his fingers. “Mmmm . . .Baby, yes!” F broke the kiss and moaned. She began to kiss and nibble his neck and ear while her hand looked for and easily found his swollen meat still peeking out from his open zip. A sharp jolt went down his spine when she scraped his shaft gently with her long fingernails; then, wrapping her smooth fingers around him completely, she pumped her fist up and down languidly. Meanwhile, F’s husband, A, was using all of his willpower to keep from moving too quickly with Urenna. The tasty woman was obviously nervous being with him, but he could also tell that her fuse had been lit and she only needed some artful persuasion to give herself over to his powerful male allure and to her own nee. He knew she was fascinated with his erect cock towering right next to her; although she pretended to watch intently what the couple was doing on stage; he could see her looking at him from the corner of her eye. He finally leaned over and whispered, “You’ve never seen one this big before, have you?” “Never . . .” came the almost choked reply. Realizing she could no longer avoid him, she tentatively turned and gazed directly at his massive tool. “I had no idea that a man could be that large . . .” Her voice sounded almost like a little girl’s to him. She looked like a little girl next to his giant frame.
Author: Dr. Deolu Oniranu-Bubble