Maxwell Anderson Jr., or Max to most of his friends, had waited years to be allowed to attend his parentâs annual Mardi Gras party. It was considered by many in their social circles to be the grandest party of the season. Maxâs mother, Edwina Anderson, was born and raised in New Orleans and left when she married Maxwell Sr. so he could take a position that ultimately led to his running his own law firm.
Edwina, like so many other wives of wealthy and successful husbands, was a âbored housewifeâ who did charity work, worked out, and drank too much. Max knew his parentsâ marriage was more about appearances than anything else, but on some level he believed they still loved each other in their own way. Max was the middle child; his older sister Rosaline was a legal intern at their fatherâs law office and his younger brother Alexander was in college to become a doctor. Max had just graduated in Business Management and was working for a corporation run by Mr. Thornton Hudson, a friend of his parents.
Max, like his brother, was tall, with thick black hair and a muscular build. His sister had the same black hair but a more slender build. The key difference was he had green eyes, his sister had ice blue eyes, and his brother had gray eyes. Max was friends with the sons or daughters of most of the guests who would be coming to his parentsâ party, and looked forward to seeing some of them, and their parents.
The dress code was tuxedos for the men, evening gowns for the women, and everyone had to wear some form of a mask. Max had chosen a basic black tuxedo and a green mask that matched his eyes. The house was decorated with colorful beads and streamers, giving the whole âNew Orleansâ feel to the party. Edwina hired a local jazz band to keep the party rolling and provide music for dancing. Though Max wasnât much of a fan of jazz, he understood it was part of the partyâs theme and enjoyed dancing.
The guests began to arrive about 5 pm, and it was clear they came dressed to impress. Most of the men were wearing basic black tuxedos and simple masks, but the women were in elegant evening gowns and wearing some of the most exquisite and ornate masks Max had ever seen. Every woman Max saw was wearing thousands of dollars of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, or other precious stones with gold and silver, in form fitting gowns with varying levels of cleavage showing. To him, it seemed like the ladies were playing, âwho could out-bling whom,â a game he never understood.
Max had brought his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Suzette, who was wearing a short, sexy dress and matching mask. Max didnât want to bring a date, but his parents did say he could bring someone, which meant they didnât want him to be dateless. Suzette tried to guess who was who behind the masks, and Max found that annoying. He enjoyed the air of mystery that came with an event like this, even if some of the guests were more easily recognizable than others.
Soon the party was in full swing; the band played assorted jazz songs and Max and Suzette danced a bit, but she complained her feet hurt and decided to sit down. Max spotted his boss, Mr. Hudson, talking with his dad and some other men. Mr. Hudson wasnât hard to miss since he was such a burly man with graying brown hair. Mr. Hudson was also a notorious flirt with the ladies, especially the younger ones, and it was rumored that he was having an affair with his assistant who was Maxâs age.
Max decided he needed a drink,and asked Suzette, who politely declined. He walked to the bar and ordered himself a Martini. A petite blonde woman in a form-fitting strapless wine gown stepped up. Her dress showed off a lot of cleavage. Around her neck, she wore a simple diamond-drop pendant that sat elegantly on her chest and her mask matched her dress with silver trim around the edges that covered her forehead and cheeks, but not her nose or full, luscious lips. He noticed she wasnât going for the most âbling for your buckâ, but rather went for a more simple elegance that he found sexy. Though he didnât know who she was, there was an air of familiarity to her.
âWhat can I get you maâam?â asked the bartender.
âChampagne please,â she said. Max found her voice soft and sexy.
âComing right up,â said the bartender.
âNice mask,â said Max.
The woman smiled and it seemed to light up her face. âThanks. You too.â
Maxâs eyes were drawn to this mysterious woman. Her blonde hair hung in curls over her bare shoulders and down her back. The amazing view of cleavage, unmarred by the necklace she wore, gave Max a naughty sexual shiver. âDid you match the dress to the mask, or the mask to the dress?â
âActually, a friend of my sonâs made the mask to match the dress.â
Max had an idea who the mask maker was when he asked, âIs your son here?â
âSomewhere, as is my daughter.â
Max nodded. He was sure he knew one or both of her children, but he decided heâd rather not know who she was, especially since the mystery added to the fun of the night. He sipped his Martini and said, âThis is quite a party.â
âYour first time?â
âYes. You?â
âNo. My husband and I have been coming for years⊠and years,â she said with an air of sadness, then smiled, sipped her drink and continued. âBut then, we usually hit all the major social events, though I must admit, I like this one the best.â
Max was sure the woman knew who he was and was trying to be polite, yet he was curious about her statement. âMay I ask why?â
âWell, Mrs. Anderson does such a wonderful job with the decoration and to be honest, sheâs kept to a specific theme or motif. So often everyone tries to do whatâs âinâ if you will, but this is always Mardi Gras. Formal wear, elegant masks, a great local jazz band, and Cajun food. Thatâs why I like it. It has an air of familiarity. Have you ever been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras?â
âCouple of times. In fact, I went last year and had a wonderful time. You?â
âSadly, never. My husband is a very busy man and has never seen the need to travel to Louisiana when Mrs. Anderson brings it here.â
âWell now, thatâs a true crime!â exclaimed Max. âEveryone should experience Mardi Gras at least once in their lifetime.â
âHmm, you think so?â
âI know so.â
The woman sipped her champagne then said, âWell, since my children are grown now, maybe Iâll go next year. Itâs not like Iâd miss this party since she holds it before the real one anyway.â
âThere you go,â said Max finishing his drink. âWould you like to dance?â
The woman smiled and finished her drink. âSure, thank you.â
Max took her hand and escorted her out to the dance floor. He noticed Suzette was busy flirting with some men near the buffet table and didnât even notice he was dancing with this woman. He took the womanâs hand into his and they danced gracefully together, gliding across the floor. It was now that he saw her bright blue eyes behind the mask as he looked down at her. He also thoroughly enjoyed staring at her cleavage from behind his mask. âYouâve got beautiful eyes.â
âThank you,â she said, smiling. âOh, and your eyes match your mask. How clever.â
âReally?â
âYes, most men just go for the basic black or the occasional white. You actually thought about your mask. I like it.â
Max smiled, pleased she noticed, something Suzette failed to do. âWell I thank you maâam, I actually did pick it for the exact reason you mentioned.â
They danced together for a few songs, then decided to part for a few minutes as she needed the powder room, though he didnât want to let her leave. Max noticed Suzette was now flirting with his boss and it upset him, since he didnât need her screwing up his job. Heâd only brought her because his mom didnât want him to be alone, but he was pissed she was being such a flirt, especially since she was supposed to be his date. He thought about saying something to her, but decided against it because, truthfully, he really didnât care. Now he could end things with her once and for all, and move on. Heâd only started dating her because she let him fuck her on their first date, and she let him fuck her ass anytime he wanted. Though he enjoyed fucking her, they had little else in common and it made for a difficult relationship. He knew there were rumors about her fucking every guy in their age group, and a few of their fathers.
A young man walked up and said, âLooks like Suzette moving on to her next target.â
Max turned to see his friend, Christian Edwards, wearing a cobalt blue mask. âI just wish it wasnât my boss,â said Max.
âWho was the lady you were dancing with?â
âDonât know. I never asked her name.â
âWhy not?â
âI enjoyed the air of mystery. I like the illusion that sheâs a mysterious and exotic woman I could ultimately seduce and fuck.â
âCareful now Max. Didnât you go down that road before?â
âYeah, and luckily for me her husband was a lousy shot.â
âTrue. But was she worth it?â
âIf you mean the sex, then yes. Older women are such amazing fucks. And for the record, she wasnât the only one. Just the only one I got caught with.â
âWhat if it was your mom?â
âYou think she hasnât fucked one of my friends by now⊠Christian?â Max gazed into Christianâs brown eyes with a knowing look.
Christian held a firm gaze before he dropped his head and said, âWhen did you find out?â
âIâd love to say just now, but Iâve known for a while. There were rumors of you and a MILF, and it didnât take me long to figure out it was you and her. Look man, I donât fucking care, youâre an adult and I know my old manâs been fucking around on my mom for years. Why did it end?â
âHonestly, it was mutual. Your momâs a great lady and part of me wishes it hadnât ended, but weâve both moved on.â
âSo now who are you fucking?â
âHonestly Max,â sighed Christian, âI was fucking Suzette.â
Max nodded. âNo worries man, I knew she was a whore. I only brought her because I knew I could fuck her.â
âSuzetteâs looking for a new sugar daddy. You think Mr. Hudson wouldââ
âNope. Heâs too cheap and lazy. He wouldnât even fuck her if she was on top.â
The two men laughed and the mysterious woman in the wine gown reappeared. She smiled at Max and Christian then walked to the buffet table and fixed herself a small plate of food. âWho is she? She looks so familiar,â said Christian.
âI know. I feel the same way. However, I know who sheâs not. Sheâs not my mom; sheâs not Mrs. Cutler, and sheâs not Mrs. Edwards.â
The two men laughed and decided to get some food. Max noticed his mystery lady sitting alone and picking at her food while he fixed himself a plate. He bade Christian goodbye and walked over to her.
âMay I join you?â
She looked up and smiled, âPlease.â She motioned for him to join her in the empty seat.
As Max sat down he asked, âWhereâs your husband?â
She blew out a breath and said, âDoing what he does best, flirting with younger women.â
âYou sound hurt.â
The woman took a drink from her champagne then said, âNot really anymore. But youâd just think after twenty plus years and two kids heâd treat me a bit better. You know, remember heâs here with me, and do his flirting when I wasnât around.â
âYou donât look old enough to have two kids. You canât be more than 25.â
She smiled. âYouâre a wonderful liar, sweetie. Iâd bet money Iâm twice your age.â
âSo what? Age is only a number. Besides, there is no way youâre that old.â
âMy youngest child is 19.â
âWell, let me say that you donât look old enough to have a child that old, so you must have been about five or six when he or she was born.â
âShe, and no I wasnât you shameless flirt.â
âSo two girls?â
âNo. I have one boy, heâs 22. Iâm sure you know them.â
âI probably do, but Iâm not interested in them.â
âOh? Who are you interested in then?â
âWell to be fully honest⊠you.â
The woman choked on her champagne and her cheeks flushed. Max patted her back but no one seemed to notice. âOkay, who sent you?â
Max was confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âOh come on,â she exclaimed. âYouâre not the first one to hit on me. The problem is none of you boys can put your money where your mouth is. So, who sent you to hit on me? I know many of the ladies here enjoy the company of younger men like yourself and theyâve been badgering me for months to hook up with one.â
âWell now, that sounds like a challenge.â
âAre you up for it?â she asked, then laughed. âOh who am I kidding. I turned 45 last November. Iâm old, fat, and ugly, and Iâll be damned to become your latest MILF conquest.â
âYou? Old, fat, and ugly? Well, speaking for myself, youâre not old, 45 is still very young. Youâre only fat compared to a skinny-ass toothpick girl who is nothing but skin and bones with no tits and no ass, and for being ugly, though I can only see part of your face, what I can see is quite beautiful. And in regards to you being a âMILF conquestâ, yes, I have enjoyed the company of an older, more mature woman, but by no means was she a âMILF conquestâ, as you called it, and neither are you.â
The woman blushed and turned away. âYou donât mean that.â
Max reached over, cupped her chin in his hand to turn her face to his. âMy dear lady, I have always found curves to be sexy, and I must say youâve got the sexiest curves Iâve seen all night. In fact, Iâd say youâre sexier than any other lady Iâve had the pleasure of sharing company with.â
She looked up at him and smiled. âAre you just saying this to fuck me?â
Max knew she was right, but on some level, it was a bit more because he did find her attractive. âWell, to be fully honest, I do want to fuck you so hard youâll be begging me for more. I want to fuck that sweet mouth, that round ass, and that tight pussy. I want to eat you until you cum on my face, and then fuck you raw. But if you think Iâm saying what I said just to fuck you, then no. I really meant every word.â
She was visibly shocked by his outburst, as was Max. He had never been so honest with a woman before, and he blamed it on the fact heâd had four or five Martinis. Yet something about her sad blue eyes made him want to be fully honest with her. âWell, I will give you credit for your honesty. And youâre a hell of a dancer. To be honest, I havenât danced with a man in a long time.â
âWould you like to dance again then?â he asked.
She smiled. âIâd love to.â
Max took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The band began to play a slow tune than allowed him to pull her close and rub his erection into her stomach. He could smell her perfume and enjoyed the view of her full, round breasts in the dress. One hand held hers tightly while the other rubbed her back and brushed her ass. He noticed her breathing became very labored and he was sure she was becoming aroused.
He leaned down and whispered, âMy offer still stands.â
She blushed and whispered, âIâm not a slut.â
âI know. But you have needs now donât you?â
âYes.â
âWhen was the last time someone met your needs?â
âItâs been a long while.â
âHow about just some oral? Let me eat your pussy and in turn, you can give me a blowjob. Come on, even former presidents have enjoyed their share of oral.â
She giggled, and he could see by the look in her eyes that she was considering his proposal. âWeâll get caught.â
âNo we wonât. I doubt weâll even be missed. And Iâll bet you taste sweeter than honey,â purred Max.
âOh, okay. But not in a bathroom. In a bedroom.â
Max smiled wickedly. âCome on, I know just where to go.â
Max took her hand and let her to the stairs. âWhat if someone sees us?â
âLook around, can you see anyone?â
She looked but saw no one. âIf you donât want to, itâs cool with me,â he lied, hoping she wouldnât back out.
She sighed. âN-n-no, letâs do it.â
Max knew she was getting nervous and he didnât want to miss his chance to enjoy this amazing woman, so he quickly led her upstairs and into his bedroom. Once the door was shut, he locked it and asked, âMay I kiss you?â
The look of surprise in her eyes spoke volumes. âYouâre asking to kiss me?â
He grinned sheepishly and said, âWell, yeah. I donât want you to be scared.â
âWhat about my mask?â
âKeep it on please. It adds to the sexiness and I like the air of mystery.â
âWill you keep yours on?â
âOf course,â he said smiling wickedly, slowly moving toward her. âIt adds to the fun.â
âSo, do you want to know my name?â
âNo,â he whispered, stepping up to her, touching the edge of her face with his finger just under her mask. âAnd to be fair, I wonât tell you mine either.â
He kissed her softly at first, then forced his tongue into her mouth. She resisted briefly then accepted his tongue while his hands began to caress her breasts. He pushed the top of her dress down, pulled her breasts out and fondled them. He could tell quickly they were real and she liked his touch. He tugged on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He kissed her cheeks, under her mask, nibbled her earlobes and whispered, âI knew your kisses would be amazing.â
âThank you,â she whispered breathlessly.
Max kissed down her neck and down to her breasts. She gasped as he kissed the ripe flesh down to the left nipple. He noticed her nipples and areolas were smaller than the other older women heâd been with, and made him think of pink pebbles, while he sucked it into his mouth. The woman moaned softly and ran her fingers though his black hair, careful not to disturb his mask. He kissed across her breasts and suckled the right nipple, then kissed back up her chest to her mouth. She kissed him harder and with more passion than before. Her breathing became more ragged. Finally, she pushed him back and growled, âGive me your cock.â
Max was surprised with her response. âWhat?â
âI want your cock,â she said breathlessly. âNow.â
Max smiled, quickly unzipped his tuxedo trousers, pushed his cummerbund up, and pulled his cock out while she grabbed some pillows and threw them on the floor. She lifted up her dress slightly, knelt down before him on the pillows and grabbed his steel rod. She could see the black hair that led from his abdomen to his penis smelling the faint aroma of his arousal. The mushroom-cap tip was shiny with pre-cum, the veins were bulging from the sides, and his scrotum was drawn up, the skin was wrinkled and dark.
She had never seen an uncircumcised male before outside of an anatomy textbook, and was intrigued by the foreskin. It made her think of a policemanâs billy club â long and hard enough to be a dangerous weapon. He moaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pushing the foreskin down a bit, knowing she had to put this in her mouth and taste his youthfulness.
She looked up and asked, âAre you willing to trust me?â
âWould you be here if I didnât?â
âIs your foreskin sensitive?â she asked.
âYeah,â he said, somewhat breathlessly. âThere are a lot of nerves and blood vessels in it. Iâm so glad my parents didnât have me cut like most baby boys.â
She slowly pushed the skin on his cockâs shaft toward his abdomen, his foreskin flipped over his glans. âItâs interesting the way it slides over the head of your cock,â she observed, âlike a little turtleneck that keeps the end of it warm.â
Max smiled. âI hadnât thought of it that way before, but it feels good.â
She smiled and kissed the head of his cock, licked the fluid off, her hand still wrapped around the shaft, then slid it into her mouth. Max gasped, feeling the heat of her mouth surround his cock. He watched her head slide back and forth, taking more of his cock into her mouth until her chin hit his balls, her hand had freed his cock and he could feel the head in her throat.
âSweet Jesus! Have you always sucked cock like this?â
âMm-hmm,â she moaned on his cock and winked up at him.
âDoes your husband know you suck cock like this?â
She slid back, removed his cock from her mouth, holding it with her hand, and said, âItâs why he married me, of course. But he hasnât let me suck him off in years.â
âYears?â
âYears.â
She slid his cock back into her mouth and licked, sucked, occasionally let her teeth drag along the side, and gave him his first deep throat blowjob. He thought to himself, if he were married to her, heâd have her suck his cock at least once a day. She reached around and held his ass while Max held her head and began to fuck her mouth. He could feel her tongue play with his foreskin and it added to the sensations that were racing through is body.
âOh fuck! Your mouth is so amazing! Iâve never fucked anyoneâs mouth as incredible as yours. Oh, fuck lady! Iâm going to cum soon!â
Max began to pump his hips and thrust into her mouth until he felt his load shoot into her throat. She gagged briefly but he felt her swallow his seed until he was drained. He pulled his semi-hard cock out and she smiled asking, âWell?â
âYour husbandâs a fucking idiot. Now, sit on the bed please. Iâve got to taste your pussy.â
He helped her up and sat her on his bed. He slid the pillows she was using for herself with his foot, pushed the skirt of her dress up and saw her sexy matching thong panties just above her thigh high stockings. He could see the dark stain telling him of her arousal. He knelt down on the pillows, reached up and traced his finger along the edge of her panties. She gasped; he pressed his nose against the material and said, âYou smell amazing.â
âThanks.â
He reached up, slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes, and into his pocket. He gazed at the curly blonde pubic hair that led to his favorite place. He could tell she kept it neatly trimmed, but not fully shaved and wondered if she did this for herself, or the neglectful husband who probably didnât appreciate such care and maintenance.
âWould you mind keeping your shoes and stockings on?â
âNot at all,â she said.
Max took a deep breath; the scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils and made his cock thicken. In his mind, there was no greater aroma than that of a womanâs natural arousal, and something about hers seemed to please him like none before. Her labia glistened with moisture, making the pink flesh seem to glow as it darkened toward the center. Her clitoral hood seemed to be pushing out, like it was trying to peek at him. His attention was only broken by the aching, throbbing sensation of his hardening cock, adding to his desire and anticipation of hopefully fucking this beautiful, masked, mysterious woman. He smiled and kissed her labia gently. She moaned softly; he licked from the base of her vulva to her clit.
âMmmmm, you taste even better.â
âOoooohhh, thanks.â
He slid two fingers into her wet pussy and began to suck her clit. The hood retracted and he could tell she was enjoying the attention he was giving her. Her breathing became more labored and ragged. He slid a third finger into her and devoured her pussy like a starving man. She squirmed and moaned; he felt her pussy walls tighten around his fingers. He curled his fingers inside her, sucked her clit, and watched her squirm under his touch. Her pussy was so wet that he got the fingers of his other hand wet, and slid a finger into her anus. She squealed and groaned. He licked, sucked, nipped, and finger-fucked her pussy and anus. She wailed; his fingers worked that special spot inside her he knew would make her cum hard. It was at this moment she realized how much sheâd missed a manâs erotic touch. It no longer mattered to her that his man was half her age, what mattered was how amazing he made her feel. She felt her body burn with desire, and her orgasm build.
âOh fuck! Oh, shit! I-I-I… AAAAHHHHH!â
She screamed. Her orgasm raged through her body and her juices poured out of her pussy. Max drank up her juices greedily and wanted more than anything to fuck this amazing mystery woman.
âOH FUCK! OH GOD! OH FUCK!â
Max smiled and looked up. âI take it you liked.â
âI want you to fuck me! NOW!â
Max stood up and flipped the mystery woman onto her stomach. Her dress was still bunched up around her hips. He pulled a lubed condom from his pocket that he intended to use with Suzette later, rolled it onto his rock-hard cock, spread her legs and slammed his penis into her pussy.
She cried out, âYES! YES! FUCK ME!â
âGladly,â growled Max.
Max pounded her pussy like a jackhammer, slamming his cock deep into her pussy. It didnât take long to realize that the lube on the condom was unnecessary, she was more than wet enough to fuck bareback. She moaned and screamed with every thrust; had the jazz band not been right below them, she would have been heard by the party guests, not that either one cared. His hands grabbed her hips, digging into her flesh, while he fucked her. Occasionally heâd smack her ass and sheâd yelp, then moan louder. Soon she was having a second orgasm on his cock.
He leaned over and growled in her ear, âThatâs it! Cum on my cock baby!â
Max couldnât remember when he enjoyed fucking a woman more. He felt her pussy grab is cock and try to milk it for his seed. After she had a third and fourth orgasm, he knew she was his, at least for the time being. He smacked her ass, seeing the redness grow, and heard her yelp more from shock than pain.
âMy pussy now!â he growled in her ear.
âYes! Yours! All yours!â
âYour husband doesnât know what heâs missing now does he?â he asked thrusting within her pussy on every word.
âNo!â
âHeâs not meeting your needs is he?â
âNO!â
âBut I am.â
âYES!â
âYou like being my cum-slut MILF now donât you?â
âYES!â
âDo you want me to fuck you again after tonight?â
âYES! YES! YES!â
âWhose pussy is this now?â
âYOURS!â
âAnd youâll let me fuck that sweet mouth again?â
âYES! ANYTIME!â
âAnd youâll let me fuck that ass?â
âYES!â she screamed, though if she had thought about his words, and not be clouded by passion and desire, she might not have been so quick to agree.
âAre you my sexy MILF?â
âYES!â
âWill you fuck any other man?â
âNO!â
âWhat about your husband?â
âHeâs⊠got⊠his⊠whores!â
âAre you one of his whores?â
âNO!â
âAre you my lover?â
âYES!â
âDo you like being my sexy MILF?â
âYES!â
Max smiled, even though he still didnât know who this woman was. He enjoyed having this control over her and knew, even if it was just for the moment, it was his moment all the same. He felt his balls retract; he knew he was going to cum again and soon. He rammed his cock into her pussy, pounding her mercilessly while he slid one hand under her abdomen and played with her clit. With one final orgasm and thrust, he filled her pussy and the condom with his cum, and she had one last screaming orgasm.
She lay on his bed panting as he slid his cock out and said, âThank you angel. Iâd love to fuck you again soon.â
She panted and purred, but said nothing. Max carefully removed the used condom, fixed his tuxedo trousers, reset his cummerbund, kissed her cheek, grabbed another lubed condom from the container he stored them in, and quietly left the room. He made a quick stop at the restroom to dispose of his used condom and check his tuxedo before returning to the party. It was one thing to brag to his friends privately about fucking the mystery woman, but it was another to make a public announcement at his parentsâ party by returning in a disheveled tuxedo.
The woman lay on his bed for several minutes before she rose and fixed her dress. She looked around the room and realized her panties were missing. She smiled to herself; once her dress was back on correctly, she slipped out of the room, and slid into the bathroom. She checked her hair and make-up, emptied her bladder, and cleaned the cum and lube off that was dripping down her legs. She smiled at herself in the mirror, knowing she had just enjoyed one of the best fucks sheâd had in years from the son of one of her friends, and all she could think about was if she would ever see her mystery lover again. She stepped out of the restroom and started to make her way back to the stairs when Edwina Anderson startled her.
âMay I help you?â
The woman smiled and said, âI was just using the restroom.â
âNo oneâs supposed to be up here⊠is that you Corinne?â she asked, her accent just barely audible.
âYeah,â she said with a slight blush. âMy champagne went straight through me and the downstairs bathroom was occupied. Iâm sorry Edwina, I didnât mean to disrespect your rules, I just needed to go so badly.â
Edwina smiled. âNo, itâs fine. Youâre practically family anyway. Have you seen Max or Rosaline tonight?â
âI donât think so, why?â
âOh, both are missing. Usually itâs Alexander, but heâs talking with your son. I thought maybe Max was hiding in his room but since his door is open I know thatâs not the case.â
Corinne looked back at the room she had just exited. Whoever her mystery lover was, he must be a friend of Maxâs she thought. âWell, except for you, I havenât seen anyone up here.â
âWell, shall we join the rest of the party?â
âSure,â sighed Corinne.
Corinne and Edwina walked down the stairs as Maxwell Anderson Sr. began to come up. âThere you are! Oh Corinne, Thornton is looking for you.â
âReally? I highly doubt that,â said Corinne dryly.
âHey, donât shoot the messenger,â said Maxwell Sr. with his hands up in a defensive motion.
âSorry about that Maxwell,â said Corinne. âItâs just been a long day.â
âItâs okay. How about I buy you lovely ladies a drink?â
Edwina giggled, she knew the drinks were already paid for and said, âI for one would love a Martini.â
âChampagne for me,â said Corinne.
Maxwell Sr. escorted the ladies to the bar while Maxwell Jr. wandered over to his boss who seemed to be looking for someone. âLose someone Mr. Hudson?â he asked.
âYes? Oh Maxwell my boy, have you by chance seen my wife?â
âYour wife?â
âYes. Sheâs wearing a dark colored gown with matching mask, I think.â
âWhat color is her hair?â
âBlonde.â
Max gasped, then said, âI did see a blonde in a wine colored gown earlier at the bar.â
âWell, Iâm sure sheâs around. Thanks.â
Max was shocked to see his boss walk away in the direction opposite of the bar and begin talking to another young woman like Suzette. Christian walked up and asked, âWhere did you disappear to?â
âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you.â
âTry me.â
âI just fucked that MILFâs brains out.â
âBULLSHIT!â cried Christian.
âIâve got her panties in my pocket.â
âYou dog! The blonde from before? Who is she?â
âNo fucking clue,â he lied. Max suspected he did know who she was. âBut she was nothing short of amazing.â
âDoes she know it was you?â
âNope. We kept our masks on the whole fucking time.â
âDamn Max. Letâs go have a fucking drink to celebrate.â
Christian and Max walked to the bar and ordered a drink. Max noticed his mystery woman had returned and was talking with his parents. Was she Mrs. Hudson? She did have the right hair color and he knew Mrs. Hudson wasnât very tall, but were there two petite women with blonde hair and dark gowns with matching masks. He watched his mystery lover work the room when Suzette stumbled up to him and said, âIâm bored.â
âYou mean youâre drunk,â said Max dryly.
âYeah, that too. Wanna fuck?â
Max looked at Suzette and thought she looked like quite a slut, but also knew that if he didnât fuck her soon, someone else would, if they hadnât already. Then he realized â someone already had. The condition of her dress and mask said it all. âSure,â he sighed, âletâs do it while our driver takes you home.â
âOh fuck yeah⊠I love fucking in the car,â she slurred.
Max rolled his eyes then began to escort her from the party, telling his dad he was taking her home (it was obvious from her drunken demeanor) when his eye caught his mystery woman. She was standing by Mr. Hudson who had his hand possessively on her shoulder, and it was clear, she was his wife. He smiled wickedly now that knew who she was. He stared at her while they waited for the limo when her eyes met his. He glanced around then motioned downward, reached into his pocket and pulled out her panties for only her to see. He saw her eyes widen and her mouth fall open. Max smiled, stuffed her panties back into his pocket, and escorted Suzette out to his dadâs limo.
Max was glad he had grabbed another condom from his room while he fucked Suzette all the way to her house. He wasnât sure whom she had fucked at the party, but he didnât care, this was his farewell fuck to her. He didnât enjoy the sex nearly as much as he had with the mystery woman, no matter how much Suzette allowed him to control the situation, so he pretended Suzette was her. When they arrived at her house, he walked her to her door and told her heâd call her in a few days, knowing he wouldnât. He returned home to see the guests leaving. He watched his mystery lover leave with his boss, confirming what he knew, that he had fucked his bossâs wife, and she liked it.
For the next couple of weeks, Max thought about his mystery lover, how amazing the sex was with her, and how badly he wanted to fuck her again. He couldnât remember when a woman had filled his thoughts and dreams like she had, or when heâd longed for someoneâs touch more. Mr. Hudson had Max perform his normal duties and he noticed that things for the most part were normal. He ignored Suzetteâs calls and it didnât take long before she got the hint, or she moved on to her next conquest, Max was never really sure, nor did he care. One day he was taking some forms for Mr. Hudson to sign and thinking about the woman from the Mardi Gras party when he literally walked into a petite blonde woman, knocking her to the ground.
âShit!â he cursed a bit too loud.
Max looked down and saw Mrs. Corinne Hudson lying on the ground, looking up at him with those blue eyes heâd seen before hidden behind a wine and silver mask. âMrs. Hudson?â
She looked up at him a bit confused, then said, âMax, right? Youâre Edwina and Maxwellâs son, arenât you?â
âYes maâam. Here, let me help you up.â
Max extended his hand to her and helped her to her feet. It was then he heard her gasp. âOh my.â
âWhat?â
âI donât think Iâve ever noticed what exquisite green eyes you have.â
Max smiled and whispered, âI have a mask that matches them.â
âYou?â she whispered looking around. âThat was you?â
Max smiled and nodded. âI can prove it you know.â
âHow?â
Max reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out her panties from that night, just enough for her to see them. âGive me those!â she hissed.
âNope,â he said, stuffing the panties back into his jacket pocket. âTheyâre mine, just like your pussy.â
Corinne gasped. âAre you going to tell my husband?â
âAre you nuts? Heâll fire me. Oh no, my dear Mrs. Hudson, Iâm not telling him a thing.â
âThen⊠what do you want?â
âYou, my fair lady. I want you,â he said and ran his finger along the edge of her face.
âBut your momââ
âHas fucked several of my friends, and I really donât give a shit. My dadâs no saint either. Do you really think I donât know what they done? And do you think I donât know about your husband?â
Corinne gasped. âWhat are you talking about?â
Max shook his head. âDonât act like you donât know. Even at the party, you were complaining about his shitty treatment of you. Look, I really enjoyed what we did, and Iâd love nothing more than to do it again.â
âWhat about your girlfriend?â
âWho? Suzette? I havenât seen her since the party, which is fine with me. Sheâs just a whore looking for her next sugar daddy.â
Corinne looked confused. âSo, you really want to⊠with me⊠sober?â
Max smiled wickedly and whispered, âAnd without the masks. Though, I would love to give you a facial with it on, along with a pearl necklace.â
Corinneâs face flushed red.
They both turned when they heard a door open. Max had long suspected the young female assistant who came stumbling out of Mr. Hudsonâs office had just been fucking him. Her dress was disheveled, her lipstick smeared, and her hair was mussed. She took no notice of Max or Corinne as she staggered her way toward the restroom giggling. Max saw the pain flash across Corinneâs face. The shame and humiliation of her husbandâs infidelity was now on public display.
Max quickly took a step back and said loudly, âPlease Mrs. Hudson, forgive me for being such a klutz. I never meant to knock you down.â
Corinne smiled, winked, and mouthed, âThank you.â Then said, âItâs okay Max, I wasnât paying attention either. No harm, no foul.â
Mr. Hudson appeared at the doorway and snapped, âCorinne! What are you doing here?â
âThis came to the house by mistake,â she said, holding up the FedEx envelope in her hand. âI believe itâs from New York.â
âDamn it! I told those idiots to send it here. Give it to me. MAXWELL! What the hell am I paying you for?â
âSorry Mr. Hudson, but legal asked that you sign these. I was on my way to your office when I ran into your lovely wife.â
âOh, yes,â his tone changed quickly; he wondered how long they had been standing there and who or what they might have seen. âIâve been expecting those. Well, what are you two waiting for?â
Max motioned for Corinne to move ahead. She handed her husband the envelope. âThey had both addresses on it, and it seems FedEx decided to send it to the house.â
âIdiots! I swear they hire fucking idiots there. Anything else Corinne?â Mr. Hudson barked.
Max wanted to tell Mr. Hudson to stop being such a jerk to his wife, but bit his tongue. âNo dear,â she whispered.
âFine,â he growled. âIâm sure youâre late for some committee meeting or something.â
Max saw the hurt in Corinneâs face as she walked away. âGood day Mrs. Hudson, it was really nice seeing you,â said Max politely.
âGood day Max,â she replied with a smile. âIt was good seeing you, too. Say hi to your mom for me.â
Corinne walked away and Max handed Mr. Hudson the forms. âGood deal boy. Now, Iâm going to be in an important meeting all afternoon and I canât be disturbed. Do you understand me?â
âYes sir,â said Max, trying to hide the disdain in his voice.
Mr. Hudson signed the forms, handed them back, and motioned for Max to leave. âYouâll take care of these for me, right?â
âYes sir, Mr. Hudson.â
Max returned to his desk, angry with Mr. Hudson and his poor treatment of his wife, when he saw a note on his desk with a phone number written on it, and âCall Me, please.â He dialed the number and listened. After two rings, he heard Corinne Hudsonâs voice say, âRitz Savoy. Friday, after work. Iâll text you the room number.â CLICK.
Max smiled and slipped his phone into his pocket. He took the forms back to legal, and was asked to take them downtown and drop them off. On his way back, he picked up a box of condoms for Friday, just in case. On Friday, Mr. Hudson and the assistant Max and Corinne had seen stumbling from his office left for New York and wouldnât be back until Monday. Max smiled as they left, knowing he was just hours away from his rendezvous at Ritz Savoy Hotel with Corinne Hudson. At 2:00 pm, he received a text that said, â1254â and nothing else. Even though he didnât recognize the number, he knew who sent the message.
At five oâclock, he left the office, and went to the Ritz Savoy. He rode the elevator to the twelfth floor, and fidgeted nervously. His pockets were filled with condoms, and he was curious if this was going to be a one-time encounter, or the beginning of a long-term affair. Either way, he knew he was going to make the most of this evening. He walked down the hallway, making sure he was alone, until he found room 1254. He knocked and waited. After a moment, the door opened, and Corinne Hudson was standing there wearing a sheer wine colored negligĂ©e, trimmed with lace and fur, with matching crotchless panties, thigh high net stockings, high heels, and the mask she wore at the Mardi Gras party.
She smiled and said, âNext time lover, be sure to bring your mask.â
Max smiled big as he stepped into the room and took her into his arms, kissed her forcefully and shut the door behind him. âYes maâam.â
He pulled back and looked over her body in the negligĂ©e. He could see her nipples push though the material. He slipped his jacket off his shoulders and set it on a nearby chair. He reached up and took her breasts into his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She moaned saying, âYou really know how to turn me on, now donât you.â
âLady, you donât know how much youâre turning me on,â he said, pulling her into him so she could feel his erection.
âDonât call me lady here. I have no intention to be any kind of a lady here with you. Behind these doors, itâs Corinne. The hotels and room numbers may change from time to time, but when youâre here with me, you are to address me as Corinne.â
âYes Corinne,â he said, smiling wickedly.
âGood. Now, let me take care of this stiffness youâve seemed to develop.â
She guided him to the bed and pushed him down. Max kicked his shoes off while she made short work of his belt and pushed down his slacks. Max crawled up the bed to allow her to join him. She smiled, grabbed the waistband of his boxers with her teeth, and pulled them off his body. His erection sprang free, standing at full attention. She kissed her way up his legs. Max propped himself up and watched her. She licked his balls, kissing them, and sucking them into her mouth. Max moaned; he enjoyed the feeling and the show. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to play with his foreskin.
âMay I share a secret with you.â
âAnything.â
âIâve never had a man like you before.â
âYou mean younger or uncircumcised.â
âBoth actually,â she said, moving his foreskin over his cock.
She looked into Maxâs young face and saw how this simple act was bringing him such pleasure. She kissed the head, slid her mouth over his penis, and pushed the foreskin down with her lips to play with his cock head. Max moaned louder while she took his cock fully into her mouth and just as before, deep throated his cock.
âOh fuck!â moaned Max.
Corinne smiled and sucked his cock. She tasted the salty pre-cum, felt the veins and foreskin with her lips and tongue. She forgot how much she enjoyed sucking a manâs cock, hearing him moan from the pleasure she was providing. He ran his fingers through her hair, then pulled her up and said, âPlease, donât swallow me, let me cum on that mask.â
âIs that what you want?â
âMore than anything at this moment.â
Corinne smiled wickedly. She had seen videos of men ejaculating on a womanâs face before. âWhat do you need me to do?â
Max grabbed a pillow and said, âKneel on the floor.â
Corinne climbed off the bed and Max threw the pillow on the floor. She knelt down before him smiling. âNow what?â
Max looked down at her, a bit surprised with that statement. âHave you ever done this before?â
âNever.â
âEven without the mask?â
âEven without the mask.â
âOkay, I need you to suck me a bit more. When Iâm ready to cum, Iâll tell you. Iâll pull out, and then Iâll take care of the rest. You might want to close your eyes, just in case.â
She smiled wickedly. âIâm ready when you are.â
Max stepped up, naked from the waist down, and stood before Corinne. He slid his cock back into her mouth and resumed fucking her mouth. It didnât take long before she heard, âIâm cumming!â
He pulled his cock out and began to jack off. Corinne closed her eyes and kept her mouth open. Max moaned; ropes of hot, sticky cum shot out of his cock and covered her mask, her cheeks, and got into her hair. It looked like her mask had been whitewashed by the time he finished. Corinne licked the cum on her face and smiled.
âFuck, you look sexy like that.â
Corinne giggled. âReally?â
âReally. Come, letâs clean you up so I can get you naked. Keep your eyes closed.â
Max helped Corinne to her feet and let her to the bathroom, grabbing his phone. He took a quick picture of her face, then removed the mask and wiped her face down. âThere, thatâs better now.â
She opened her eyes and smiled. âAre you going to show me the picture you took?â
âWhat picture?â
âDonât waste my time with a lie.â
Max grinned sheepishly and showed her the picture. âIs that really me?â
âYeah. I figured you might want to see.â
Corinne bit her lip. âAre you going to show this to your friends?â
âFuck no! That might mean Iâd have to share you.â
She looked him over and smiled. âYouâre still half dressed.â
âYouâre still dressed period.â
âLetâs clean off my mask before we resume.â
âOkay.â
They carefully wiped down the mask, and left it to dry in the bathroom. Then Max scooped Corinne in his arms and carried her to the bed, kissing her the entire way. He set her on the bed and pulled the top of the negligée off.
âVictoriaâs Secrets?â he asked.
âLady Desiree,â she replied.
âVery sexy.â
âYes, you are.â
Max removed his tie, and Corinne unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Max looked down her body, and Corinne covered her stomach with her arms.
âHey!â exclaimed Max. âDonât cover yourself up now.â
âSorry. I forgot about my ugly stretch marks,â she said, blushing.
âI donât think theyâre ugly. Itâs what makes you a perfect MILF. And yes Corinne, you are very much a hot, beautiful, perfect MILF,â said Max, while he brushed her hair out of her face
âReally?â
âReally,â he said. âNow, I think Iâll keep those panties on you for now as well as the stockings and shoes, but I want that ass later.â
A broad smile flashed across Corinneâs face. âReally?â
âWhat is it?â
âUm, nothing.â
âCorinne, donât waste my time with lies.â
âI havenât done anal in a long time.â
âI have lubed condoms, and if youâre really worried, I can get some extra.â
Corinne bit her lip. âCheck the drawer.â
Max looked into the drawer and saw a tube of KY Jelly. He smiled wickedly. âFor us?â
âFor us.â
âI promise to be gentle.â
âI know. Oh, and you wonât need the condoms for my pussy, I had my tubes tied after my daughter was born so pregnancy is no longer an issue for me. Would you like a drink before we continue?â
Max hadnât noticed the bottle champagne sitting in the ice bucket next to the bed. âNo, I want you fully sober this time. How about a drink after Iâve made you scream.â
She smiled wickedly at this thought. Max climbed onto the bed and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He kissed his way down her breasts, licking and nipping her nipples, then down her tummy. He could smell her arousal, the closer he got to her pussy. The wine color of the crotchless panties enhanced the color of her labia. He pushed her legs apart, brushed his nose against her clit and heard her gasp. He kissed her labia and began to lick, nip, and suck.
Corinne squirmed and moaned under his touch. He slid his fingers into her pussy, feeling for her g-spot, smiling as she squealed. He reached over and slipped a piece of ice into his hand, and into his mouth. He removed his fingers from her pussy, slid them into her ass, and put the fingers of his other hand into her pussy. Corinne moaned louder and Max knew it wouldnât take long for her to cum. He moved the ice to his teeth and touched the cube to her clit. She nearly jumped off the bed when she felt the icy-cold sensation on her most sensitive part.
âWell arenât you a naughty boy!â she exclaimed, after catching her breath.
âYes I am. And to prove it, Iâm going to fuck your pussy and ass until you beg me to stop.â
âOh no, Iâm going to fuck your cock until you canât get it up any more.â
Thus, the challenge had been laid out. Max smiled. He never backed down from a challenge before. He sucked her clit into his mouth. His lips and tongue were still cold from the ice and she screamed. Her body shook while the orgasm raged through her body, soaking his fingers and his face with her juices. He smiled and thought, âgame on,â pulled her to the edge of the bed, slammed his steel rod into her wanting pussy, while setting her heels on his shoulders and folding her in half. He hadnât enjoyed bareback sex with a woman in a long time, and forgot how much he enjoyed the sensation of feeling her vagina without the barrier of a condom.
After a few thrusts, Corinne set her hands on her lower abdomen, feeling the head of his cock bumping her womb, reminding her of how her children had kicked inside her when she was pregnant. The sensation was beyond description for her. Her breasts bounced with every thrust; her mind raced, and soon she felt her vaginal muscles tighten up, knowing she was close.
âOh fuck! Iâm cumming!â she screamed.
âMe too!â cried Max.
Corinneâs mouth moved, but no sound emanated at first, then she screamed and he roared. He filled her with his second orgasm of the night. He collapsed on her and kissed her softly as he felt the final pulses of his climax. She panted and caught her breath, kissing his face. Maxâs spent cock slid out and he smiled.
âWhat were you going to say?â
âSo good. Itâs just so fucking good.â
Max rolled off Corinne and grabbed the champagne, pouring them each a glass. She took a sip and said, âReady for more?â
Max looked down at his spent cock and said, âI need a few minutes.â
âHow about dinner then?â
âNow thatâs sounds like an excellent idea.â
They ordered a room service dinner on Mr. Hudsonâs credit card. Corinne insisted he order what he wanted, and didnât flinch when he requested steak and lobster. They decided to take a quick shower while they waited for dinner. Corinne had to scrub the cum out of her hair from earlier. They enjoyed a quick shower session with her pinned against the wall, and Max pounding her pussy. They dried and wore hotel robes when room service arrived. Max chose to hide in the bathroom so no one would know it was him, though Corinne didnât care.
Dinner was better than they expected, and they shared another bottle of champagne. After they finished, Max looked deep into her eyes and said softly, âI really want your ass.â
Corinne smiled. âI think Iâm ready.â
Max stood up and escorted her to the bed, removing her robe and setting her on the bed. He licked her pussy for several minutes. He took the pillows and stacked them so she could rest her body on them and not be forced to bear her weight alone. He rolled a condom onto his cock, and grabbed the tube of lube from the drawer. He squeezed some onto her anus, and pushed it in with his finger.
âOooh! Itâs cold!â
âCold is better than pain.â
âTrue.â
Max repeated this process until he was satisfied she was ready. He pressed the head of his cock against her anus. âReady?â
âYes,â she gasped.
Max pushed into her pucker slowly, watching the head of his cock disappear within her. She yelped out briefly, then cried, âGo slow!â
âI will,â he said.
With slow, gentle thrusts, he pushed his cock deeper into her anus. âYes,â she gasped. âFuck my ass!â
Max smiled wickedly, slid the rest of his cock into her anus, and she screamed. After a few thrusts, he was fully in her ass. He moved slowly, allowing her time to adjust, but quickly sped up and was soon pounding her. Corinne wailed and fisted the bedding underneath her.
Max reached under her hips and began to fondle her clit. Her orgasms soaked his balls and with the second one, Max moaned and filled the condom with his cum. He kissed her back, his cock pulsed within her, until it slid out. He quickly disposed the condom while she set the pillows back onto the bed, and crawled under the sheets. He climbed in next to her, wrapped her in his arms, and they both fell asleep rather quickly.
Saturday morning, they woke entangled in each otherâs arms. She felt the ache from her pussy and ass from the incredible sex and years of neglect. Max smiled as he woke with morning wood, and decided he didnât want to waste it. He started to kiss her softly, then with more passion. Their tongues danced together for several minutes as he caressed her firm breasts.
His hand slid down her side and between her legs where he discovered she was moist with arousal. He rubbed her clit gently as they kissed passionately. She reached down, stroked his cock, moving his foreskin and touching the head of his cock with her fingers. He climbed on top of her, slid his cock gently into her pussy and gasped softly. Unlike their earlier sessions, Max wanted to take his time, and make the sensation last as long as he could.
Max and Corinne kissed with each gentle thrust. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him close to her body, and staring deep into his eyes. She didnât want to forget for one moment who was responsible for the amazing feelings she hadnât experienced in years.
Max held her face, brushing her hair out of her face, and kissed her passionately. Corinne wrapped her legs around his and held him close as her orgasm raged though. Max kissed her, forcing her to moan into his mouth, and when he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on his cock, he lost his own battle and gave into his own climax. He lay on top of her for several minutes kissing while his cock pulsed, then fell out. The challenge from the night before had been forgotten, but neither cared.
After a hot, sex-filled shower for two, they shared a room service breakfast, and talked, planning their next rendezvous. They agreed that meeting when Mr. Hudson was out of town would be best, and since he flew out once or twice a month for business, they would take advantage of his absence. They also discussed the different kinky sex acts they wanted to try with each other, including things they had and had not done before.
Max admitted to the Mardi Gras encounter only to his friends (thanks in part to Christian), claiming he never learned who the woman was, but not the ongoing affair he and Corinne enjoyed. He never shared how they âhappenedâ to go to New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras for many years to follow, or that she quickly become his only lover until he met his wife.
When their affair finally ran its course, they parted as friends with one agreed annual meeting. Mr. Hudson never knew the young man who took over his company, flew to New Orleans annually for Mardi Gras. Max still carried a pair of lacy thong wine colored panties with him anytime he went into an important meeting; a gentle reminder that he could do anything he set his mind to. Mr. Hudson also never understood why every year, Corinne Hudson insisted on flying down to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras celebration, to meet âfriendsâ and stay a few days longer than necessary.
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