Masquerade

This past weekend we hosted our Halloween Spooktacular. I was excited to be there because the week prior had seen a flurry of activity in the way of last minute sign ups. When parties generate a good deal of excitement and interest, it's always a better time. So I finished up our costumes, packed our bags with all of our stuff, and set off to pick up Malcolm so we could head down to the Inn together.

For the Affinity parties, we host at a smaller Inn in beautiful Ogunquit, Maine. Our goal is to rent out all the rooms at the inn so that we don't have to worry about vanillas being scandalized by our party. We came close to selling it out with this one, missing the goal by only a few rooms, like 10. Hopefully as we continue to grow and as more and more people spread the good word about our events, we can snatch up all those rooms no problem. Our events are catered, and we hire a professional DJ to keep the tunes spinning. The Inn is big enough to not cramp us, but still cozy enough to feel intimate, and it's beautiful....lush and rich feeling. It's definitely not a house party, it's quite upscale. We offer something for everyone, really...and for every level of involvement in this lifestyle. Some people just like to feel a little risque and dress naughty, some want to be able to dirty dance and grind. Others might like a little naked hot tub, while some might have plans already made with another couple to hook up privately in their room for the night. And yet others want to get down in the hospitality suites.

This party had lots of new people, and when I say new I mean new to the lifestyle itself, attending. I think this is the most crucial thing for newbies, to have that great first experience. To feel welcome, no matter what your comfort level is, and to not feel pressured. I did my best to find and greet all the couples, and put them at ease, letting them know that we were available for them for whatever questions or concerns they might have. Hosting a party is an entirely different animal from attending one. It's not an entirely fun night as the administrative part of the job is constantly interfering...from dealing with spilled drinks to broken glasses, to payment issues, to questions about the facility itself or dealing with inappropriate behavior. But Malcolm and I make a most excellent team, and while he lets me deal with the management side of the party, he gets to deal with the people side of it. He is the ambassador, he is the one everyone is excited to interact with. He carries such an aura of leashed potential around him, and everyone can feel it. They flock to him for conversation, for laughs, for reassurance. And he watches while I deal. He watches for bad behavior, or potential conflicts....and he makes sure they never happen. It so takes at least 2 to do these. He is my perfect complement when it comes to being a host...we have each other's backs.

I let him collar me this time. Partly because it went with the costume, but partly because after all the conflict we've been through the past few weeks, I wanted him to have the option of being Master again. He readily accepted, and fastened it on me, leash and all. Our couple's costume was Scotsman and his Sheep, and I'd worked really hard hand making all of our costumes. His kilt came out amazing, and he liked it so so much that he's decided to wear it to ALL the parties going forward. LOL, he loved the feeling of being totally free underneath, and I'm sure he enjoyed the attention of all the ladies asking him what he had on UNDER his kilt. His answer? "Find out for yourself" In the words of our beloved DJ, if you don't wear underwear, then it's a kilt. If you wear underwear, it's just a man skirt. LOLOL. My own costume was somewhat more convoluted, but most people got it, in the end. My tail did fall off halfway thru the night, lolol, but the costume did it's job, and was much loved. I was never happier, tho, when I could peel the wig off and let my own mop of curls tumble free and be themselves. My beautiful Kama Sutra lady heartily agreed and helped me tousle them further until they were big and beautiful again. LOL.

People put so much effort into their costumes. I was so impressed by the array of ideas from Lil Red Riding Hood, to Dorothy and Toto, to Sailor Moon, to the Bat Couple, Latex Lady, and the Naughty Nascar driver. We gave away some amazing prizes to best Lady, Best Guy, and Best Couple. Audience Cheering decided the vote, and it got freaking LOUD! So much fun, so many good memories. The Hot Tub action got going after the costume contest, and the viewers on the balcony could attest to the steamy action going on IN the tub. WOW! Malcolm and I had taken a moment to check on the hospitality rooms to make sure everything was in order. And then we took a moment to pleasure each other. Alone, I knelt for him as he fed me his big beautiful cock. I left mahogany colored lipstick rings all around him as I sucked him deeper into my mouth until he began to grow into my throat. It had been so long since I'd tasted him, and it felt so right to have him back on my tongue... to lift that kilt up, dig my nails into his hard ass, and pull him into my mouth so I could throat him. His hand in my hair guiding me to the rhythm he wanted,he finally just pounded into my mouth calling me his slave, telling me all the nasty things he'd planned for the night. I leaned over the couch then and he lifted my dress over my ass, and slowly pushed his big hard cock into my tight creaming cunt. He fucked me nice and slow, but deep, so happy to be back inside me. He did that until he made me come a little bit, then pulled out, tried to smooth out the mountain under his kilt, and we laughed and went back to being hosts.

This weekend meant so much to us. We got a chance to relax with each other, to laugh, to dance, to make love, and to fuck each other silly. And we got a chance to talk...lots and lots. He reiterated that he'd never stopped loving me, and I let him know that I'd certainly never stopped loving him. We agreed that we both needed to chill out, to take each day as it came, and to see where the future took us. The party ended really well, with a bit of an orgy going on in the hospitality suites. Malcolm was the driving force behind it for sure, with his magic tongue making the women scream and cry and beg for him to stop, that they couldn't take any more after their 3rd orgasm. Malcolm told Jachin that he was the Zen Master of eating pussy. I'll concur. There is nobody on the planet better at eating pussy than Malcolm is. He's just that good. I also told Jachin that if he were a woman, I'd totally share Malcolm with him. LOLOL, that issued some words and confusion from Jachin who eventually understood what I was saying. Not that he appreciated the sentiment, mind you.

Malcolm and I headed to our room after the hospitality suites emptied out. It was our time to play with each other. I needed to squirt, and I hadn't been able to do it in front of an audience. So Malcolm laid me down on our bed, ate me out again, and then fucked me with the rhythm he knows makes me squirt all over him again and again. And I did, just like that my master commanded my body, and I complied. I showered him with my squirt until a huge puddle gathered underneath me. He fucked me with everything he had until he unloaded his cum inside me, gave me that part of himself because it belongs to me. We lay together then, him keeping me warm, and we talked, and talked. Then we slept, him holding me to him and I knew I was home again.

Sunday, after we woke up and cleaned up, we took the long ride home so we could talk some more, and just have that much longer to spend with each other. Malcolm calls it our "Afterparty Ride Home". LOL, I had a fantastic weekend, and I'm glad he was with me. We both are looking forward to the Christmas Luau and Gift Swap next month. Till Then!