The elegant, hand-addressed invitation was in my mailbox on Tuesday. The ivory bond envelope looked very expensive, and was sealed with wax and ribbon. I opened the invitation and read: ‘Peter, as a close and very trusted friend of Sam and Michelle Rogers, you have been invited to a special party on Saturday, June 21. The party will be held in Warehouse 8 at Pier 16 and will begin at 9:00 p.m. We ask that you be on time, that you wear loose-fitting, comfortable clothing, and please, do not bring a guest.’ I have known Sam and Michelle for many years. Sam and I went to MIT together and he is my best friend. Sam is an architect, highly imaginative and one of the best in the country. He is a bit of an eccentric genius and lots of fun, not to mention a good, dependable friend. When my wife, Carol, walked out on me a couple of years ago, Sam and Michelle patiently spent more than one evening listening to my self-pity and outraged ramblings about that ungrateful, cheating bitch, and watched as I attempted to drown my sorrow in a bottle of vodka. After two weeks, they had apparently decided I wasn't going to snap out of it, so the two of them appeared at my house one afternoon. While Michelle straightened up my kitchen, Sam threw me into the shower and refused to hand me a towel until I had sobered up somewhat. For several hours afterwards, my friends quietly reminded me that I was not meant to be embalmed alive, reminisced about the good times we had shared, both with and without Carol. They reminded me that the hopes and dreams we had along the way wasn't guaranteed to be our reality. A lot of conversations followed that one, and their determination to keep me from slowly killing myself earned my respect, gratitude and, pardon the pun, undying loyalty. Michelle has been the object of countless fantasies and frankly, I've been secretly in love with her for years. Michelle is an extremely intelligent, strawberry blonde with a sexy, rubenesque figure. She is down to earth, fun-loving, and the perfect foil for Sam's sometimes strange sense of humor. She has the most glorious set of tits I've ever seen, not to mention a beautiful, heart-shaped ass. I've often thought it intentional that she wore her jeans so tight you could see the outline of her pussy. She usually wore a tank top so sheer that you could see her nipples through it. She'd bend down to serve me a drink and her tits would be right there, close enough for me to worship. I constantly had to fight the urge to reach out and fondle them, and dreamed of wrapping my mouth around them every time I saw her. She was an experienced tease, who must have thrived on the knowledge that I had to shift my jeans whenever she was around. Reading the invitation again, I mused about the great parties that Sam and Michelle had always thrown. You never really knew what to expect from them; but given their past successes, I made my plans to attend the party. Saturday night rolled around and I drove to Pier 16. Approaching the pier, I wondered what kind of party required a warehouse. Since Sam was an architect and frequently remodeled warehouses into stylish offices, I assumed this was an open house party. That still didn't explain the request for loose-fitting clothes, but I knew I'd find out soon enough. I located the warehouse easily. As I walked towards the door, I could see a paper hanging on it. The streetlight on the pier was bright enough to allow me to read: ‘You've been chosen to be one of five special guests at our party tonight. You have proven your friendship and loyalty to us over the many years, and this party will require the maximum amount of trust in you. Please come inside and follow the directions you'll find. Once you enter, please do not speak.’ I was now very intrigued. I opened the door slowly, not knowing what to expect on the other side. I found myself in a well-decorated reception area. It was, in fact, one of Sam's remodels, with light gray carpeting and off-white walls. On either side of the room were closed doors. On the door to the left was a sign, which gave the following directions: ‘Go through this door and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, you will find a table with several items on it. Read the directions you find there and remember not to speak.’ I went to the door and walked down the hallway. The hall ended in a candle-lit room. There, to my amazement, I saw Michelle, completely naked, reclining in an antique lounge. She was blindfolded and her hands were bound together over her head by a velvet rope. About three feet from Michelle was the table, upon which various sex toys were laid out in a neat row. A sign above the table read: ‘This is The Body. You may use any of these things on The Body, or you may use your hands, mouth, or tongue. You may not use your penis. For the next five minutes, stimulate The Body in any way you choose, bringing it as close to orgasm as possible, but do not let The Body climax! When you hear the chimes, turn right and proceed into the next room.’ Despite many fantasies involving Michelle, I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I saw and was sure that I had somehow slipped over the edge of sanity. Remembering the time limit, I moved to the table and checked out the extensive array of toys. Seeing nothing that amused me as much as Michelle, I walked over to her. I stood for a moment, looking at this naked, helpless woman. I focused on the breasts that had taunted me for so long and noticed that her nipples were erect. I reached out and gently touched silky skin, and felt her quiver slightly in response. I leaned in close and flicked her nipple with my tongue. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the faint, musky scent of her body as I wrapped my lips around her nipple, and sucked it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and bit lightly. Michelle softly sighed. After a moment, I moved to the pussy that I had desired for so long. Kneeling at Michelle's side, I spread her legs open. Soft, silky hair parted way and by the glistening I saw, I could tell that she was very wet. Her clit, shining with juice, was beautiful! I pushed her legs open more and drove my tongue deep into that gorgeous pussy. How many times had I wondered how this woman would taste? Since she was my best friend's wife, I had been quite certain I'd never know. Licking Michelle's clit, she tasted sweet, and I lapped the juices that poured from her. She pressed herself harder against my mouth. Hearing her moan, I licked and sucked her clit until I could tell she was ready to explode. Remembering the sign, I stopped, but not happily. She moaned and whispered, Please, don't stop! I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, but remembered the admonishment about silence. I heard the chimes, so I stood up, stroked her cheek and walked away. To my right was another door. I walked through it and found myself in a large room. There were candles everywhere, which were the only light source. There were five chairs arranged in a semi-circle, with each chair about three feet from the next. At the far end was a videocamera on a tripod. I was surprised to find two of the chairs already occupied. In the chair closest to the door sat Taylor, whom I had met several times. He was another good friend of Sam and Michelle's. While we had always gotten along well, Taylor and I hadn't managed to get together socially. I nodded at him and looked at the next guy. Tim was someone I knew quite well. I had met Tim at Sam and Michelle's some years ago. Unlike Taylor, Tim and I had quickly developed a good friendship. We've gone to a few football games and gotten sloppy drunk on more than one occasion. I did some quick math and figured that if Taylor, Tim and I were already here, we must have about ten minutes and two guys to go. Then I noticed another table, with a sign above it on the wall. Walking over, I read: ‘In a short while, you will be witness to an incredible event, one which we are fairly certain you have never seen live. On the table, you will find a black hood. Take the hood, go to your seat and keep the 'no speaking' rule. When the last man comes into the room, please put the hood on.’ I looked at the hood, which looked like a nylon ski mask made of nylon, with holes for eyes, nose and mouth. I turned back to the chairs. A few feet in front of them was a curtain that stretched from one side of the room to other. I was extremely curious as to what was behind the curtain, but resisted the urge to peek. I sat down in the chair next to Tim. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and another friend walked in, looking slightly flustered. A knowing grin on his face, he nodded hello to us as he walked to read the next sign. I was extremely surprised to see him there, because Russ was Sam's brother! I was dying to talk to him, since I couldn't believe he had been with Michelle. Mindful of the rules though, I kept my mouth shut as he took the chair next to me. That left one more man. I wondered who it was and what we'd find behind the curtain. I looked at Russ, who was rubbing his cock through his jeans. His eyes were closed and I was willing to bet he was reliving his five minutes with Michelle. I could still smell her pussy and was erect myself. The candlelight, the smell of pussy, and the excitement of the whole event was more than I had dared to dream would occur in my lifetime. An avid porn collector, I had read and watched videos of some pretty erotic stuff. Now I was going actually experience it! I felt like I was dreaming, as it finally dawned on me that each of us had had a small ‘taste’ of Michelle. Remembering the toys, I wondered who used what. I also thought about five men bringing Michelle to the very brink of climax and pulling her back. How frustrated she must be! The door opened and in walked Mark. Mark has always been a puzzle to me. Another of Sam and Michelle's friends, he never quite seemed to fit in with the rest of their friends. He looked and acted like a ‘biker,’ but I knew him to be quiet and contemplative. He was an avid photographer and his works were always serene. He read the sign, took his hood, and moved to the chair by the videocamera. Watching as Mark put on his hood, I realized it was time to don mine. The hood was snug, but fit well. By this time, the atmosphere in the room was electric. We all knew that the incredible event was about to begin, and there was considerable fidgeting among us. I could hear soft, rustling noises behind the curtain, and tried to guess what they were. Before I could give it too much thought, the curtain quietly opened, apparently by remote control. There was a platform that was raised about a foot from the ground. On the platform was a well-padded table about a foot tall and eight feet long. The table was spotlighted by a soft light. Next to the platform was the table of toys that I last saw in Michelle's room. Standing next to the table was one of the most incredible blondes I've ever seen. This girl was absolutely built for fucking! She had long, well-built legs, tits which were firm and high, and her ass was perfect. She was wearing 5" black heels and a black corset. She had on a black garter belt, which secured sheer black stockings. Her hair reached her waist and was almost snow white. Her face was incredibly, unbelievably beautiful. The girl stood with her hands on her hips. The look on her face was confident--she obviously knew she was hot. The door we had come through opened again, and Sam, wearing only a robe, walked in, leading Michelle by a slim gold chain. The chain ended at rings, which appeared to pierce Michelle's nipples. She was still blindfolded and her hands were tied in front of her by the velvet rope. My hands were gripping the edge of my chair and I was breathing fast.

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