Since I met my current partner, Edwin, I stopped going to dance clubs. Before I met Edwin I used to go to clubs every weekend to dance and have fun. I always ended up with guys I hardly knew and those days I drank too much and I had other bad habits I'd rather not talk about right now. People who know me, know what I am talking about. So since I met Edwin, I found another way to party and make fun: private parties. Edwin has many friends, and most of his friends are married or having relationships and they are more adult than my previous boyfriends. Maybe because Edwin is 32 and my other boyfriend were always around my age, I don't know. And these friends organise private parties once in a while. Those parties are always themed, we had a few disco themed parties before but also stone-aged themed or jungle themed parties, anything goes, the only thing you need to do is dress to the theme. Not everybody is welcome at those parties, only friends are welcome, no strangers. This stories is about a party that turned out a little different than I expected.

Edwin had warned me that one of his friends, John and his wife, were giving a party soon at their house. But it would not be a traditional party. This would be a swinging party. I never met John before so I did not know him or his wife, so I was a little scared about this party. But Edwin comforted me and told me that if I did not want to go, we weren't going. Of course, I did not want to be the chicken and ruin the party for Edwin so I told him I did want to go, but under certain conditions. I didn't want to have sex with somebody I did not know. Edwin told me that could be arranged and that everything would be just fine. Edwin grabbed the phone and told John we were also going to come to the party.

A week later a letter in a plain white envelope arrived in our mailbox. There was a logo on the back of the envelope. The logo was encrypted with the names John and Lilian. My fingers were shaking while I opened the envelope because I already knew what it was about. I pulled a card out of the envelope and read it quickly. It was titled: 'Swinging carnaval' and all it gave was a time and the date and the address, followed by 'costume required'. I placed the card in the envelope and I called for Edwin: " Its here!"

"What's here?," he called from the bathroom. "The invitation for that party." I replied, "you know, the one your friend John his having." I heard Edwin's footsteps and soon he was standing beside me looking over my shoulder, looking at the envelope. I showed him the card again. He looked at me: " Are you excited?" I nodded: " Yes, I am, and also very nervous. And we only got four days and I don't have any idea what I am going to wear! " Edwin places his hand on my ass and said everything would be just fine and that I did not have to worry so much.

Edwin walked back to the bathroom as I walked to our bedroom, opening the closet. I was looking through my clothes. Nothing really nice to wear at a costumed party. I was thinking about what to wear all day and night. The next day I decided that I wanted to go as a bride, I have always wanted to wear white. And this was my chance to wear something like that cause marriage is something Edwin doesn't want to do so that same day I went to a costume shop and rented myself a nice bride's costume.

I did not know all of Edwin's friends yet, but I did know a few. Steve I already told you about in another story. I knew him very well now. There was also Gregory, a graphic designer, 26 years old, single but with a steady girlfriend. The word was going round that he was well-endowed. Not that I knew that for sure, just telling you what was going around. There were also Anne and Nancy, both very attractive. They were nieces, both 31 years old at that time and both married. Edwin liked Nancy a lot because she usually wore some nice little skirts in the summer. And Edwin is a sucker for a pretty ass covered in a skirt.

At last, Friday evening arrived. Edwin decided to go as a doctor, complete with the white coat, stethoscope and rubber gloves, all borrowed from a friend of his who is a doctor. I stuck to my first though of going as a bride. As I stepped from the shower, I looked in the mirror beside the tub, admiring my body. Did I gain some weight? I hope I can fit in that dress. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind. My breasts were firm, not too big, not too small, average breasts. My stomach flat and my ass tight, nicely rounded, not a trace of sag. The result of swimming every week and fitness. After I dried my body off, I brushed my dirty blonde hair. Tonight I was going to go funky, with a wild look, but not over the top, not slutty. I wanted a look that offset the virgin innocence of my white lace wedding dress. It was a sleeveless wedding dress with a low cut neckline with a delicate lace insert that accentuated my cleavage nicely. It was a tight dress but I figured I would be able to hold my breath if I needed to. The dress was floor length, with no train so it would be easy for me to get around at the party.

After finishing my hair I added makeup, not much but enough to accentuate my high cheekbones and soft skin. Lastly, I applied some deep lusty red lipstick, as a way of letting the guys at the party know what my sexual interests were. I pulled on a pair of white lacy, fingerless gloves. I held my hands out, admiring them, picturing a big cock, slippery with my own spit, sliding back and forth in my tight fist.

I could hear Edwin in the other room getting ready. He asked if I was ready yet but I told him that I was almost ready. I reached down and lifted up a new white lace underwire bra, scooped out towards the middle, it made me look at least two sizes bigger than I really am. I liked that look, if I could change anything about my body, I would make my breasts bigger. I slipped the satin straps over my shoulders and adjusted my breasts in the cups. Next I slipped on a tiny white lace matching thong. I pulled the sides high on my hips, the thin thread of fabric slipping deep into the crack of my ass. I turned and admired my look in the mirror. Lastly I topped off my lingerie with a pair of white sheer, thigh high nylon stockings, ones with a narrow lacy band at the top. I completed my look with a pair of 3 inch white satin pumps. I was proud of myself, white from top to bottom, with the exception of my pouting voluptuous red lips. I took the wedding dress off the hanger and stepped into it. I didn't have to modify it in any way and it slipped easily and softly over my lingerie covered body. I reached behind and tried to do up the zipper but my hands couldn't reach.

" Edwin " I called, " can you come here and zip me up?" He called back: " Yes sweetie, I am done myself." Edwin walked into the room: " Wow, " he said, eyeing me from head to toe. "You look stunning. " I smiled. He smiled: " You are giving me a hard-on right now, just looking at you, maybe we shouldn't go to the party and have sex right now, right here? I giggled: " No sweetie, you wanted to go to that party, and we are going, if you like it or not. " He laughed: " okay baby, lets go, its almost time. " And we walked to the door.

Right on time our car pulled up into the driveway of John's house. The house was large with beautiful landscaped gardens, clearly owned by somebody who must have lots of money. A few other cars were already in the driveway. Just as Edwin wanted to knock on the door, it opened and there stood the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz. " Good evening " he said, " May I see your card?" Edwin handed over the invitation card. " Thank you": the Tin Man said reaching into his pocket and handing Edwin over a key. I watched with interest. I didn't receive anything. "Hold onto this, 'why' will be explained later, now make yourself at tome," he turned with a bow and was gone after closing the door behind us. We entered the living room and looked around. Nicely furnished, there was a large oak fireplace mantle, directly opposite the stairs leading to the upstairs. There was a rope across the bottom of the stairs.

" Hello " I head a voice from behind me, I turned around and came face to face with a police officer and what looked like a cheap hooker. I instantly recognized Brenda and Billy, some friends of ours. Edwin liked the look Brenda had, only wearing a thin, see through black sheer top, black lace bra, a short leather miniskirt and leather pumps. " Any idea what the keys are for? " Billy asked me. " No, " I replied. Billy nodded. " Hey everybody, " we heard from behind. It was a fireman, complete with a long coat, hat and rubber boots. I put my hand to my mouth and laughed when I recognized Steve, Edwin's best friend. As you could read in one of my previous stories. " What's so funny? " Steve asked. " You " I replied, " you look funny dressed up in all that stuff, its weird to see you without a suit for once." Steve answered: " Hey " leaning close to my ear, " wait until you see my hose. " and he winked at me as he pulled back. My eyes locked with his for a few seconds.

In the meantime, Edwin was talking with some other people in the room who just came in. For the next ten minutes or so, the guests mingled around, talking. I was talking with Stefan, he was a friend of me and Edwin for quite a while now. Stefan is gay, he never had a relationship with a female before. He was very good looking, many females wanting him, could not get him, and he was 28 years old, living together with his gay partner. He is one of my best friends, I can tell him anything, he always understands. Too bad he is gay, else I would love to seduce him but I knew that wasn't going to happen anyway.

At precisely 9 pm, a distinguished looking gentleman removed the rope and stood up on the second step. He was tall and dressed in a 1800's suit, tie and bowler hat. That must be John. " My name is John, and this is my house. You have all been invited here because you are all my friends and we wanted to have a special themed party tonight. Our rules tonight are simple. Each man has a key, that key has a number on it. If you meet up with a woman whose company you would like, you simply present her with the key. Within five minutes, she must go to that room, upstairs. The rooms are clearly marked, and prepare for the arrival of her man. Addressing the women, you then are obligated to do as the man requests. Within reason of course. Now to the men, please use good taste, if there are complaints about boorish behaviour, you won't be asked to return for the next party. " The people were laughing. That John was one funny guy. Edwin had told me before that he owned his own company that employs hundreds of people. That must explain this huge house.

John continued: " Keep it to about 30-40 minutes, the leave the room. Now the woman has the key, and now she can present it to any man she chooses. Again, he is obligated to do as she commands. This can continue as long as possible. By they way, some hints to make it more exciting: 1. Don't tell your partner what you are up to, we have a surprise for you later 2. You can go back with the same person you were just up with, only this time you are the master 3. Be and feel sexy, after all the most excitement is in the build up of the actual sex 4. Lastly, have fun! With that he came down the steps, leaving the rope down and began to mingle with the guests. I was looking around, searching for Edwin cause I was a little scared to end up with a stranger cause this was a kind of party I haven't experienced yet.

My eyes had found Edwin, he was on the opposite side of the room were he was talking with Brenda, while he was fondling with his key. As I wanted to walk towards him, I felt an arm slip around my shoulder and edge my over to the side of the room. " And who have we here, the pretty bride ": said the voice I could quickly recognize as John. I smiled at him, a little scared. He was quite handsome for his age. Edwin told me he was 42. He had a strong chin, slightly greying hair, around the edges. Clearly a man used to getting his way and one with a great deal of influence. He spoke authoritatively. " Amanda, I assume? " as he gently took my hand and shaking it gently. I nodded. " John, " he smiled. " I hope you enjoy yourself, see you shortly ": as he spoke the last few words he took my other hand in his huge hands and pressed a key into my palm. He smiled at my as he turned and walked away.

I whirled my head around looking for Edwin. This was not what I expected. I expected that Steve or Edwin would be the one handing over a key to me, now I ended up with a guy I did not know at all. I looked at the small silver key in my palm. The number was 1. That must be because he was the owner of the house and organizer of the party. I noticed a few other people heading upstarts as I scanned the room I realized that Edwin was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone upstairs with Brenda. No doubt about that. Well, I have no choice now. I walked up the stairs and found the door with number one on the panelling. I unlocked the door and entered the room. The room was small but very nice furnished. A large oak dresser sat against one wall, a huge mirror taking up almost the entire width of the wall. Wherever I walked in the room I could see my reflection. I was admiring a small porcelain basket when I heard the doorknob turn and a man entered the room. My heart was beating in my throat. I was afraid to turn around.

I heard his steps come up slowly behind me until I could feel his hot, warm breath on my neck. I felt his hands, large and strong, slide around my waist and reaching up to cup my breasts. I sighed and leaned back against him. As I did I could feel his hardness pressing against my back. I turned around to face him. Despite his age, he was a very nice and handsome man. I had to admit that. He reached up and drew his face to mine and kissed me, his tongue entering deep into my mouth. Soon our tongues were dancing around, swirling and teasing. John took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock, wanting to get out. I drew back slightly and smiled at him: " Do you want me to take it out? " He said: " Not yet, I just want you to know how excited you get me. "

" I can feel that " I answered, then fondling his cock some more. I stared into his eyes, reaching down, tracing my fingers down the length of his zipper. I could feel the heat from his pulsing cock. I drew my fingers up and down the length of his shaft while gazing into his deep blue eyes: " This is a nice house you have here. " John nodded: " Yes, thank you. " Maintaining the slow stroking motion I asked: " Does your wife give good head? " Again John nodded: "In fact she gives the best deep throat you can imagine." I looked up submissively: "Is that what you'd like me to do, suck your cock? " John nodded again: " Yes, that's what I would like you to do but, not yet, I like what you are doing now. " I smiled, licking my red lips: " You mean this..." And again I started a slow stroking motion along his shaft.

I loved the feeling of his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. But now I wanted to feel its hot flesh in my hand. John spoke: " I would like to see you naked. "

" Take off your dress. " As I was obligated to do what the man wanted I said: " Ok. " I turned away from John: " I'll need some help here. " as I motioned to the back of my dress. John slowly slid the zipper down. The soft satin straps of my bra came into view as did the top of my thong. John moaned with delight. My dress dropped to the floor. I bent down to pick up the gown, the thong moving deeper into my ass, the side straps high on my hips. I stood up, placing my gown on a chair and looking over my shoulder asking John: " Like what you see? "