Suspended from the ornate centerpiece were delicate chains of gold, each culminating in a teardrop crystal. These chains draped elegantly down, framing my face and cascading over my cheeks as I slipped it on, catching the light with every movement.
As I ran my fingers over the crystals, they glided smoothly across the cool, faceted surfaces, feeling the weight and craftsmanship of the headpiece. The structure felt secure yet comfortable, designed to stay in place throughout the evening’s festivities, allowing me to move with grace and confidence.
“Fuck, Isabella,” Max whispered from beside me as I turned to face him. I grinned at the sight of him wearing a matching gold crystal mask, albeit far less intricate than mine. With the dim lighting inside the Mirage Guild and the coverage of these masks, I was confident we would be able to remain hidden.
“I’m going to need to get inside you as soon as we get settled,” he said through gritted teeth. “I reserved the mirror room for us later, but I don’t want to wait.”
“Oh my goodness, husband,” I said with a tilt of my voice, “are you saying you want to fuck me in front of everyone? Do you want to come inside me while other people watch?”
“Isabella,” Max said like a warning.
I locked my eyes on him as I reached up my dress to tug down my underwear. I dangled the lace from my fingertip as I tossed it in the backseat. “There, that should make things easier,” I said.
“Out of the car,” he said as he opened his door, “now.”
I chuckled as Max came around to my side and helped me out of the car. “I love this side of you, wife,” he said.
Max gave our keys to the valet and led me through the doors of Vinifera. We passed by chattering tables as we made our way to the bookshelf tucked in the back corner of the building. Max pulled the hidden handle and gently pushed me in over the threshold.
I grinned with the quiet pride of my team at the total transformation of the Mirage Guild. WanderLand was in charge of making sure the club matched the theme of its various events and we had done our job well.
Massive billows of black mesh fabric hung from the walls with hundreds of twinkle lights cascading down. Plumes of cream feathers billowed out of large vases that sat on tabletops and in corners of the floor as guests milled about, each wearing their own disguise.
As we made our way inside, Max holding my hand as he navigated us through the crowd, not a single person looked at us in recognition. Our masks were doing the trick and were exactly what I needed in order to fully get to be myself in this space. Being here, not as someone whose brother and friend owned the space but as a guest, had been on my bucket list since the beginning.
Max had found a way for us to explore our sexual fantasies in a way that kept our anonymity. I took a deep breath, held my head high, and smiled at the thrill of what this evening would bring.
* * *
I sank down into the plush seat of the curved upholstered booth, my silk dress sliding along the smooth velvet fabric. I smiled at the polished gold plaque on the low marble table in front of us that read “reserved” and took a glass of chilled Champagne from the waiter.
Liam had hired brand-new people to take over my spot and Max’s as our roles shifted a couple of years ago. Although Max still worked a few events at the club every now and then, he was mostly needed for private events that WanderLand put together. Having a sommelier on staff was a perk my clients seemed to love.
It was a little odd being in this space as a guest rather than a family member of someone who helped start it. No one here knew who we were or who we knew. It felt freeing. Our sitting area was like its own living room vignette with our small sofa, a low coffee table, a side table with a lamp, and a plush rug underfoot. Surrounding the entire setup was a sheer black curtain that could be kept open or closed.
Looking around at the other couples in their own curved booths put a smile on my face. Guests here at the Mirage Guild truly leaned into the wild out and open vibe of the club. Some couples were more modest in their escapades, sneaking hands under skirts and tongues in mouths. While others were more overt. The curtain gave the illusion of privacy but was sheer enough that people close by could still get glimpses of what was happening inside.
My eyes widened at a threesome going down a few feet away. Two men were roaming their hands all along a woman’s body, tugging the material of her top down to reveal her breasts. Their curtain remained open for us to watch. All of our booths sat back from the main attraction, the circle stage at the center of the room. The section Max had reserved for our table was considered one of the semi-private areas of the club.
On the stage, over my shoulder, were performers in their own masquerade attire. While masks covered their faces, not much covered everything else. Blends of thin layers of mesh and metal chains covered parts of their bodies, but for the most part, they were exposed. They walked around the stage in a sort of performance art act where they took choreographed steps toward each other.
Each touch, each move of their body had been planned and designed for this crowd. My eyes found Max’s as he waited for me to take it all in and I smiled.
“It’s not too much?” he asked.
“No, this was a great idea,” I said reassuringly. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be inside you as soon as possible, Isabella,” he said, his voice deep with desire. “I want to come in you now, so I can do it again and again once we’re in the mirror room later.”
My thighs clenched and my heart pounded. Did he know the effect he had on me? Based on the smirk in his eyes, he must.
“Does it turn you on to hear me talk about how much I want to come inside you?” he asked as he tugged our curtains closed. Having the thin layer of privacy was enough to help me focus on him and not anyone who might be able to see us.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the burning heat in my chest. I nodded, a blush flooding my cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he replied. “There’s something about it that makes me completely fearful.” He turned toward me, sliding a large hand up my thigh. “All I’ve been able to think about today is pumping you full of my cum so we can make another baby. I want it spilling down your legs just so I can shove more of it inside.”
The moan that escaped my throat was absolutely obscene.
