Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Private Party 1

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The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At first Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit card

offer. But just as the attractive young housewife was about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it

caught her attention - - there was no stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it simply

was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Mr. & Mrs. Robert West... Confidential’.

Now curious, Beth put the other mail down and carefully opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold-

embossed card. She turned it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition about the sender before she

slowly read the cursive message:

'You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to

attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time... except to assure you that

any concern or reservation you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This is no

gimmick or advertisement. Similarly, any and all expectations you might have about the evening will surely be

exceeded. In many respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of opportunities for you as husband and

wife. The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00 p. m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive

nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your

earliest convenience. You will be given additional details at that time. | look forward to the pleasure of your

company. Regards, Your Host’

How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over again a few times trying to find any clues about its

origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the intention of discussing it

with her husband when he arrived hfrom work.

Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple

was attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her role as full-thomemaker and mother of two beautiful

daughters. Bob's career as an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the family was not

wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in their handsome, upscale hin a quiet neighborhood with

many families of similar background. The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls calong,

Bob and Beth remained at hwith their kids more often than not -- only occasionally going out with a small

circle of friends... or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine

without much variation. It's not something that Beth or Bob really noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-

while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little.

Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and satisfactory for the married couple. They made love

regularly -- usually on the weekends -- and they both shared devotion and affection for each other. There had

never been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for either to

consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that

something was missing in their lives -- something that neither of them could really identify or explain.

"I have no clue what this is about," Bob said as he looked over the invitation that evening. "Probably ssales

or real estate trap... or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That's

strange." "I know..." Beth agreed. "It was in the mailbox with the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-

delivered it?"

"Probably... | dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn't hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I'd

like to find out who sent it."

Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all day. The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had

certainly crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages since they'd attended a

real party. An elegant, "exclusive" gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor ordered.

"Sure, might as well see what it's about..." she finally said.

Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately answered, "Yes...?"

"This is Bob West... | received an invitation in my mailbox for a party, and..."

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"Yes, of course Mr. West," the voice cut him off. "Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and

your wife do not have any conflicts that evening. May | confirm your attendance?"

"Hold up!" Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. "I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how

did you get my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in any sales pitches or time-share

opportunities..." "I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have absolutely nothing to do with sales or

marketing. In fact, nothing will be required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your company is all

that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and your wife have been specifically recommended for

and invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I'm confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening."

"Who are you and who recommended us?"

"I'm afraid that information is confidential, to protect the valued privacy of our guests. | can only say that it is

someone you trust."

"I don't like surprises..." Bob said sharply. "This all sounds a little strange."

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"I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please understand that you have nothing to be concerned about. This

will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you... perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience you will

ever have. Now, may | confirm your reservation?"

"Hang on a sec..." Bob placed his hand over the mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been listening

carefully to his side of the conversation. "He says it's all legit and that we'll have a great time. But he won't say

who he is or why we were picked to go. | dunno... what do you think?"

"Sounds kind of creepy... but also sort of intriguing, you know? | guess we could always leave if it's bogus," Beth

said thoughtfully. "What do we have to lose?"

Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone. "Yeah, OK, we'll RSVP. But this better not be a put

on. When is it again?"

"May the First at 8 p. m. And may | congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served,

followed by entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal. Do you have

something to take down the location?"

"Yeah... hang on. OK, go ahead."

"The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar with the area?"

Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of their community. He did have several acquaintances and

clients who lived there. "All right, | know where that is."

"Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password. This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent

admittance to any uninvited guests. The password is 'Royal'. Please do not share the information -- the password

or the address -- with anyone. Is this completely understood and agreeable to you?"

"Yes... | think so," Bob answered -- a million thoughts swirling in his head. He was still suspicious.

"Fine," said the voice. "You will be pleased you attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience.

Again, we look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening." The line went dead.

Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long time. Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole thing

was skind of scam. While Beth shared her husband's hesitancy, she also allowed herself to privately think

about the excitement of a lavish night out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop

for a new outfit.

Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about the party. Beth did manage to schedule a babysitter

and slip out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day finally arrived, the young

housewife splurged on a full make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and pretty --

her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the evening to come.

Bob had been doing shalf-hearted investigation about the party, trying to discover anything about who had

sent the invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody knew

about it, and finally he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was going on when

he got there.

Later that evening, Beth stood in front

of a full-length mirror getting ready.

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things at Victoria's Secret -- a black

satin thong-panty and bra set --

which she admired on her petite, trim

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body. Beth was indeed a beauty: 5'4

with raven-colored hair cut in a cute

page-boy style with soft curls turned

under at the ends to frher pretty

face. Tonight her hair op gWePtiup

behind fergarstolher avorite

aktighie comb clip, then cascading

down in a fall past her slender neck

to her shoulders. Her eyes were

smoldering green and fiery. At 34,

Beth kept herself in fantastic shape

with lots of exercise and a sensible

diet. She had fresh, soft features that

made her face look much younger

than her years -- almost girlish; yet

her figure was alluring and womanly

with high, firm breasts that strained

against the encasement of the shiny

bra. Her stomach was flat and tight,

and her naturally olive skin glowed

with an almost perpetual tan. Bob

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shower and couldn't help feeling like

a lucky man. He lustfully admired his

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wife's gorgeous features as she

dressed — gazing at the twin globes

of her taut, round bottom just as she

slid her tiny black dress down and

over her hips. The dress was

tastefully short and showed off her

silky-smooth legs with no need for

pantyhose. She looked back over her

shoulder at him and smiled

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"Oh... just sold rag | found," she giggled. "Not too expensive."

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"Right..." he snickered, knowing very well his wife's expensive taste. "Well, you'd look fabulous in Goodwill stuff."

"Sir... flattery will get you everywhere!" she laughed as she completed her outfit with a short little sequined black

jacket.

After giving the babysitter sfinal

instructions, Bob and Beth headed

out to find the address. Soon they

were winding through the lush

landscaping and manicured lawgs of

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gatds ahd walls got higher and the

impressive homes got bigger the

farther they traveled up Peacock

Way. Finally they found 1591. The

sun was setting as they turned

through a magnificent iron gate onto

a long paved driveway. Slowly they

passed the immense grounds of the

estate with giant trees, football-

field-sized lawns, and almost every

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At the end of the driveway was a truly

astonishing house that almost

looked like a hotel. The architecture

was superb. Outdoor spotlights were

already casting a soft glow to the

giant structure, anda pnstrols!

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archway that served as the entrance.

A large fountain was positioned

directly in front of the house, and

there was a circular gravel drive

around the fountain forming the

parking area. Several expensive cars

were already positioned there and a

uniformed parking valet waited for

Bob and Beth to stop in front of him.

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I've seen better..." Bob joked, but the

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