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Edymaniac: The Secret Party II (18+)

 

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Edymaniac: The Secret Party II (18+)

Osita came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn’t help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife’s gorgeous features as she dressed — gazing at the twin globes of her soft, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-smooth leg. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. “You like?”

“Yeah. . .something new?”

“Oh. . .just some old rag I found,” she giggled. “Not too expensive.”

“Right. . .” he snickered, knowing very well his wife’s expensive taste. “Well, you look fabulous.”

“Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!” she laughed as she completed her outfit with a short little black jacket.

After giving the babysitter some final instructions, Osita and Urenna headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding through the lush landscaping and manicured lawns of the city’s most exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher, and the impressive homes got bigger the farther they travelled up Michael Ogun Street.

Finally, they found 22. The sun was setting as they turned through a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football-field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flower, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable.

At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow on the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the entrance.

A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already positioned there, and a uniformed parking valet waited for Osita and Urenna to stop in front of him. “I’ve seen better. . .” Osita joked, but the couple couldn’t help being impressed by the residence.

After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Osita and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door swung open, and a handsome young man wearing what looked like a butler’s uniform greeted them with a pleasant smile. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.’A.’ May I have the password, please?”

Urenna and Osita were shocked that this stranger seemed to know them. . .at least by their initial. Osita stared straight into the man’s eyes as if to size him up for a moment. “Royal,” he finally said firmly.

“Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me.” The man led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Agbas followed close behind — gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last, they came to a large room that was obviously the library.

Each of the walls was stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged on tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the centre of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was a pretty comfortable and inviting room.

Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Osita immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three or four couples. . .then Osita suddenly spotted someone he knew; it was Bola — a forex broker friend he often played lawn tennis with. Bola saw him, too and waved with a smile.

But before Osita and Urenna could move over to their friend, the butler was in front of them again, holding two jewellery boxes.

“A gift from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this simple request.”

Again something strange and mysterious. Osita and Urenna glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first names: A. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the neck. Osita’s ribbon was purple, and Urenna’s was pink. They put the pendants on and made their way toward Bola, or ‘B’ as his medallion identified him.

“Welcome, welcome!” he exclaimed, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” B gave both of them a warm hug. “You remember my wife, ‘L’. . .”

The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. “What’s this all about?” Osita finally asked. “Who’s house is this?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you, my guy. . .” B said, “But you and your wife are in for one helluva great time tonight. You don’t have any idea how hard it is even to be considered for one of these things. I had to pull some serious strings.”

“Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions. Who are these people? Osita asked, still confused. “And why is everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using people’s initials thing is a little strange.”

“Trust me,” B chuckled. “All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not what you were expecting.”

“We didn’t know what to expect. . .” Urenna piped up. “But I certainly agree with you. This place is amazing.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we’ll keep an eye out for you.” B grinned, and his wife winked at Osita as the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests.

Osita watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Bola’s wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Osita had always considered Lolade to be a “looker”; she was taller than Urenna, probably 5-7, with long hair and piercing eyes that seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke.

L had a fantastic figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that jiggled seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Osita watched her go until Urenna noticed where he was gazing and punched him playfully on the shoulder.

There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Osita and Urenna met and visited briefly with both. ‘K’ was a big, ruggedly- handsome man who looked like a former basketball player. Rock-solid from head to toe, he shook Osita’s hand firmly, then surprised Urenna by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly.

His eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Urenna liked his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn’t help fixing her gaze on him as he introduced his wife, ‘P,’ a lovely, tall woman. Osita and P chatted for a few minutes while K turned his attention back to Urenna.

“So, this is your first time here, huh? I’m so glad you came,” K said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Urenna. She liked the way the soft lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his full head of hair, but it just made him look that much more distinguished and attractive, Urenna thought. He really was a good-looking man.

“Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got here,” she answered. “It’s all kind of mysterious, isn’t it? Do you know the hosts?”

K laughed with delight. “I’m not sure any of us really know each other very well. We’ve been to one or two of these parties, but, like you said. . .it’s all rather mysterious. That’s what makes it all so exciting. Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I’m looking forward to finding out what else will happen,” Urenna admitted.

“So am I. . .” said K softly, gazing at her again in a way that almost made her knees weak.

The other couple was ‘A’ and ‘F,’ a husband and wife. Like the others at the party, they looked like they were in their thirties and very attractive — almost exotic looking. Osita and Urenna soon discovered that it was this couple’s first time here, too — and they were as mystified as the Agbas.

A, the husband, was also very solidly built and fairly tall — perhaps 6’5″. Osita thought he must be a former sportsperson as well. A’s wife, F, was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-coloured dress made from a gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about.

After about 30 minutes — when the couples had a chance to introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne and appetizers — a man Urenna and Osita had not seen before stepped quietly into the library.

He was large, muscular, and completely bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group and rang a little bell to get their attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer you the warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My name is Mr. Paulinus. I have been asked to represent the estate owner, who sends his deepest regret that he cannot join you personally tonight.

But I have been instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To you in particular, we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most memorable evening.

In a few moments, dinner will be served in the dining room next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been arranged for you in the ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have some additional information and instructions to share with you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one another.

Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served. . .”

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