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Reign

By: tariail



It really is such a waste when it rains at night. I can hear it and smell it, but I can't see it. The blackness outside is solid, as though there is really nothing beyond my open bedroom door. I walk naked out onto the screened porch to get closer to the rain for a moment, as it washes the world. 

It's time to lie down in a moment and let the rain usher me into that half-waking state where anything can happen. At least in my imagination. But now I just want to smell the wetness and the dirt it's soaking into.

I walk back into the bedroom and flip the ceiling fan on to stir the heavy air. The sheets are cool as I lie on my back, knees bent to catch some air. So cool and soft. A fine sheen of sweat covers me as I pull my fingers down my front, across one nipple to my navel and after lingering there, I touch that tenderly ticklish place between my lower abdomen and the top of my leg. Its not sexual but sensory. The fan whips the air pushing it down on me and now I have goose flesh spreading down my arms. I spread my legs slightly just so skin doesn't touch skin anywhere. Too hot but so sleepy.

The next moment, my eyes are shot open by a small sound that I shouldn't have heard. I can't tell if it's a footstep or the cat brushing against something out on the porch. The blackness where the door is gives me no information but my eyes are wide and I'm so still, listening. I forget to breathe. I hear the cat yawn on the night stand beside me and I know where he is - not on the porch. My heart pounds and I can hear blood rushing in my ears. I listen for long minutes but I hear nothing more and now I start to relax again. Who knows what that was... nothing... soon I'm drifting again, and the rain continues to sing to me.

"Shhh," he softly says, "Everything is fine. You're fine. Nothing bad is happening. Shhhhh." I start to scream but air catches in my throat and nothing happens. I think my heart is swollen in fear until it's stuffing all the air back down into my lungs. A cold sickening abyss of fear is on me now and I can't control it. "Shhh," he says again, placing his hands on either side of my face to still me. He is right at my ear now, bending over me, but touching only my face. I smell the leather of his jacket and some dampness from the rain drips onto my shoulder. It makes me shudder and I can't tell if it's fear or coldness that trembles me so. 

He moves one hand down to my left hand and catching my fingers, pulls my hand to his mouth. He breathes in deeply then raises my arm above my head, holding it there against the headboard. "Nothing bad is happening to you. I won't hurt you." I roll my head away from him, sick with terror. He's strong. I can feel it in his hands. He's not forceful but tense. He's careful and deliberate as he moves to place his hip against mine to hold me down. With his free hand, he pulls my other arm from beneath us both and it's over my head now also. He holds both my wrists in one hand easily and I'm powerless.

There have been times in the past when I would imagine being overcome by someone, an attacker, a mugger... Surely I could fight them. I always imagined I could resist somehow and get away. What is it we're supposed to do? Fingers in the eyes or groin? All I can remember now is to kick out a taillight if I'm bound in the trunk of a car. Stop, drop and roll... Nothing, nothing helps me now. He's so much stronger than I am - I had no idea. No man has ever used force on me before. How was I to know?

He's talking softly to me again, trying to calm me. "I won't hurt you... I promise. No one is going to hurt you. Nothing bad is happening. Shhhh" His mantra goes on and on for some time and all he does is hold my hands over my head. He touches my skin sometimes but just a soft pet to calm me down. Slowly, I relax some and try to think. Memorize everything I can about him. His hands are not rough. He smells clean enough, like the rain. The leather of his coat is soft, a good coat. He's wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Not a cowboy hat... smaller, maybe a fedora. What other detail can I record? He's a white man, I'm fairly sure. His voice isn't rough or course, but controlled. Why is he here? Why doesn't he take what he wants and leave me alone? 

"I'm not going to take anything," he says, repeating my own thoughts. "Not even you. Shhh, now. Nothing bad is happening." 

He shifts slightly and pulls something from his coat pocket. It's a piece of rope or twine, maybe four feet of it. He deliberately pulls it through my fingers so I can feel it. It's soft like suede and as he's running it through my fingers, he wraps it around my wrists and secures it to the decorative wrought iron that I so admired when I bought this set. I think it's my enemy now and somehow I feel hurt by that. I choke back a halting sob suddenly and he touches my face again. "Nothing is going to hurt you. Certainly not I" He said "I"; not "me". He's educated. How many people use that pronoun properly? Almost no one. 

My wrists are cocked at an odd angle and I begin to lose sensation in my finger tips. I flex my hand and try to lift one arm slightly. "Does that hurt? Is it too tight?" he asks. He forces a single finger into the knot and yanks sharply startling me, but the restraint doesn't turn lose. It has eased up some now and it's better. A little better, I think. He straightens up a bit and uses three fingers to lift his hat slightly; he shakes his head quickly beneath the brim and the hat settles back into place. His leather jacket is open, bare skin underneath. 

"What do you want?" I ask. "Whatever you want, you can have. Just take it, OK? I won't tell anyone. I swear." I barter with everything I have except I have nothing and he has everything. 

"Don't swear," he says, "There's no need." He twists his head sharply and pops his neck, releasing his own tension. "I don't want anything you're not willing to give. I just want to see what your boundaries are." He lowers his face to my hair and then my shoulder, inhaling in long draughts. I close my eyes in spite of myself. A deep exhausted sigh leaves me but then some of the fear goes with it. I smell his leather again, his coat still a little wet with rain. 

Where is my rain? Did it stop? I turn my head towards the open window listening for the rain. The small hairs at the back of my neck are sweat-stuck to me there. When he sees this, he brushes one hand under my hair and lifts it off the pillow. He blows on the back of my neck and the coolness instantly makes my nipples tighten and emerge. Traitorous, effing nipples. Don't they know what's going on here? Don't they get that he's here to... to what? They're so stupid... they don't know...

Still blowing softly on my neck, he feels for my nipple, then twists it slowly between his thumb and forefinger, making it hurt. I bow my back slightly to turn away from him, but the movement presses my breast deeper into his palm. He opens his fingers and fills his hand with me, instinctually kneading. The pleasure surprises me. I turn back to him, my eyes darting quickly, accusingly at him. But he's watching my breast moving in his hand. In a moment he looks at me with a half smile and rich, dark eyes. "Good girl" he says, "good girl" and the praise makes me shiver. 

He raises up now and stands, one knee still resting against my hip bone, an insignificant check against too much movement that might come too fast. He's wary of me as well and I can feel something has shifted between us. The leather coat hangs open and I can see he's aroused. He hangs heavily just inches from my face. My eyes move up to his. His lips part to suck in air as he tosses his chin upward at me, an invitation. I can almost reach him with my mouth, lying awkwardly on my back with my arms still stretched out above me, but he doesn't help. In fact, he pulls back a half step to make me reach for his cock, try harder. When I look at him, he cocks his head sideways slightly, challenging. 

I move quickly to take him in my mouth then, going as far and as deep as I can, cutting off my own breath. He helps me then, stepping in and placing a hand on the back of my head, he shows me how far it needs to go down my throat. "That's a good girl," he says and I want to take more of him, swallowing hard. 

My arms twist above me, my hands wanting to hold him, to feel the soft, soft skin on the stiff rod of his sex. He sees me struggle and steps back again, increasing my unease. "Come on love," he says. He moves over the top of me now kneeling between my thighs. He's raised my bumm up off the bed, my legs draped over his and just before he enters me, he slaps my butt. The stinging skin makes me lift my ass higher, clenching my butt cheeks. And that's when he does it. That's when he sinks into me, slicker and deeper because of the downward angle. A couple of strokes and he pops out of me. I hear it slap against his belly and I want to reach down to guide it back in but the restraints keep me from touching him at all. I need it now but he pulls away from me, won't allow himself to go back in. 

"Uoh!" I cry out a little bit, then grind myself forward as far as my restrained arms will allow. "My arms hurt! Let me go!" 

"No," he answers, "Not yet. Lie still now!" At once, I quiet but the tightness inside me coils up, higher and stronger still. 

He moves up closer, pushing my legs up over his shoulders. For a moment his mouth travels down the inside of one thigh, breathes me in with an insufficient lick, then a deep inhaling of my scent that draws a low moan from him. I close my eyes to the sensation of a his rough face unshaven since the morning. He returns to my center burying his mouth and nose in my small nest. Gentle bites and kisses with not-so-gentle explorations with his tongue make my arousal is undeniable. "Please," I beg, "Let me... let me.." What? Let me go? Let me come?

Taking a long, probing taste of me, he then closes my thighs and flips me onto my knees. My arms are now in front of me and I grasp the headboard with both hands, wrists still crossed and tied somehow. 

He slaps me hard on the ass again and again. I flinch and clinch each time anticipating the next spank. I start to knee forward to get away, when he grabs my pelvis and pulls me back onto himself finally giving both of us what we want. Then he's on me stroking and pumping. I can feel him in my belly now and just about then I hear a guttural, teeth-clinching oath coming out of him, "Oh Fuck me, girl!" Those words make me start to orgasm. I close around him with no will of my own, none I can control. He knows I'm there, he can feel the slick, slick tightness pulling him in deeper and deeper still. I back into him now, pushing my ass up against him, "Give it to me love," he whispers "Let me have it again." When he says that, it's like I orgasm on command only now he's with me and I feel him pump into me. One... two... three... thrusts from him and I jerk with completion. 

Later, I wake up, hearing the rain again, the fan still moves over me, the cat's strange amber eyes glance over me and away. I'm half covered by the sheet, alone. He's gone, but the soreness in my arms and between my thighs assures me this was no dream. That and the soft suede ties I see dangling above my head from the wrought iron.

Reign of the Night



"Daddy" ... pause ... "Daddy"

Katie stood at the bedroom door and called into the darkness, the every unknown dark gray shrouded the whole room invisible. Her bare feet were feeling the carpet. Carefully, she stepped a foot forward, feeling the carpet engulf her soles. She had entered the dark gray, unable to see all around her. Step by step, she moved deeper into the dark gray until her toes touched the frame of the bed.

The double curtain emitted a shapeless lighter gray. Looking back at the bed, the cones in her eye registered nothing but the random sparks of color and floating dots that were errant electrical sparks in her own head. Her hands felt shambles of bed sheets that had been tossed around by nightly movement. She lowered her knee onto the mattress, digging a deep hole. Her fingers found the entrance to the sheets, and she slept stealthily under, welcoming the embrace of warmth and weight all over her body.

She was split naked, as she was used to sleeping every night growing up in a European household. Her body was svelte. Her bones were delicately slender. Her skin was van and smooth. She had not an ounce of fat on her. Her body was sinewy and flowing.

Her hands reached under the sheets for his chest, that hairy chest with inch long curls. His chest was twice as wide as her and twice as high. Strong pectoralis major muscles from working on fixing remote gas lines in the wilderness covered his chest. There was also a little speck from enjoying a beer with his football game in the evening. She nestled her body, a tender 90 lbs, against his manly, almost beastly 200 lbs. Her bare chest nestled against his bare body. Her boobs were a cup B. They were firm and small, so that she sometimes got away with not wearing a bra at all.

She felt the warmth of his body with the ebb and flow of his breathing. He was so strong, so big. It made her feel small, like she was an ant who had to be swift to get out of the way of the elephant moving through the forest. Yet, she liked his warmth, the manly sense of security, his peace as he slept relaxed with not a care in the world. The breath flowing out of his nostrils fascinated her. It was so warm and full of essence of him. She could smell who he really was in it.

"Daddy, a nightmare really scared me. I was walking to college. Just as I got to lawn with the big oak tree where all the girls stand and toss a football, I noticed that one of my shoe laces got undone. I bent over to tie it, I tried to pin the books under my elbow. And I noticed my book bag was gone. I tried to run home to find it. But when I got home, my pants had a stain. I tried to change into that new dress that you got me. By the time I found it, my panties were gone. I felt so panicked, because I kept getting later and later for lecture. When I woke up, I was so scared about going to school. I don't feel ready."

Her father was calmly breathing through her animated re-telling of the story. His chest open large and sunk deep. Her mouth opened wide to display the pain and desperation. Her eyes shifted sides, even in the darkness. Her hand clamored on his bare chest, moving through the forest of his hair, for emphasis. When she was done, she nestled her head on his shoulder to take in the consolation of his calm presence where everything was alright. And she fell asleep.

A gentle tug on her shoulder roused her. The bright light filtered through the double sheer curtains. Her slender long arms were wrapped around him. Her eyes were dreamy, full of buggers, offering her only a blur of the bedroom scene.

"Honey, you can't be sleeping naked in my bed anymore. You are too old. You are in college now. And with mom fighting in court, we can't give them a reason to separate us."

Every so gently, he spoke the words to her, not wanting to upset her, carefully trying to nudge her to do the right thing. He felt her whole body leaning against his side.

"But daddy, you always make me feel so good. I love you so much."

In her sleep drunken ways, she wrapped her arms even tighter around him.

"Baby, it's not okay anymore. I'll go get a shower."

Lovingly, he struggled pulling her hands off his large body. Her hands glid over his body as he got out of her reach. Her face was still hiding in the blanket. He was sitting on the edge of his bed bent forward. His back was a ginormous surface with hair running over it. He stood up and walked out. His firm butt squeezing alternatingly left and right. His penis and balls dangles limp, as he walked a little bow legged.

The next night, Katie stood again in the doorframe, peering into the darkness. "Daddy?" she tested if he was already asleep. She had been waiting for him to fall asleep. He would have surely sent her away. He was out cold. He had come from a repair job on a faraway mountain side. Pretty much, he went straight to bed after he took of his big contractor boots. The silence welcomed her to slip back inside.

On the carefully toed path over the carpet to the bed, her feet stumbled onto something soft, like pajamas, a strange occurrence in their family. She moved on. Happily, she snuggled under the blanket at his side. She gave him a peck on cheek.

"You know that I love you a lot daddy," she said with a gleaming smile.

"I couldn't sleep again," she said with a fake tone. She knew that she was craving the feeling of his body against hers, the masculine warmth of the bed. "I think I bombed the biology test. I didn't remember that there were so many things in cell membranes."

She felt antsy. Now that she felt his body against hers, she didn't know what to do. Her mind was too awake with thoughts about the test to fall asleep. Her mind didn't know where to go. Her body was laying still. She was feeling the familiar warm air of the bedroom. She was listening to the familiar sounds of the mattress slightly moaning under his movements.

Then she remembered how she used to pick his chest hair. She used to pin a single hair between her index finger and thumb. Then, she'd swiftly yank. The skin would stand up like a tent for a split second. Then, she'd have that curly thing in her fingers. She'd let it drop and pick the next one. There was the satisfaction of popping bubble wrap and the joy of tormenting a loved one.

She pulled the sheets down his chest. The slumbering giant peacefully kept pulling big breath in and out. With gleaming joy, and a devilish bite on her lip, she wrapped her index finger around the first victim and yanked. With burning excitement, she patted his chest hair flat and into a smooth row. She picked the next hair in a straight line and yanked. Being emboldened by his complete apathy, she moved her chest onto his body to rest her elbows on him and kept yanking.

The game got boring. And she decided to pick two hairs at the same time. It was a lot more pain. Somehow, she didn't calculate the risk of actually waking him. It went well. And with awakening excitement, she tried for a triple. While a single hair plopped off without any tactile resistance, three hairs required a bit of force.

With five hairs at the same time, half the skin on his chest lifted off. Daddy rose his head and mumbled, "What? What?" Swiftly and in panic, Katie kissed his chest where she had pulled the hair to soothe it. She pressed her pink lips against it.

In between kisses, she cooed, "everything is all right. Go back to sleep!" She patted his hair to calm him down. And the roused giant, let himself be talked back into sleep like a docile lamb. As his body relaxed, she let the side of her head fall on his chest in relief. Her boobs were resting on his belly. Her little heart was still pounding like an iron steam engine. She had been so close to being caught. His deep belly breath lifted her up and down. She let herself be rocked to calmness. "Go to sleep," she whispered again, half to herself.

"Where are my pajamas," was the startled voice of her father. His hands were springing to his sides in shock. The light was up again. His head turned left and right. "I tried wearing pajamas last night. I haven't worn them my whole life. But, I try to do the right thing for you. So, when I get asked in court, I can honestly say that I wear them."

"I found them on the floor when I came in," said a sleep Katie. "What's the big deal anyway? You always told me to be comfortable with my body."

"Your mommy got the big time lawyer. She is trying to sue me even though you are already over eighteen. The lawyer is trying to argue, because you don't have a job, you are still dependent on me. You know that I would never do anything to you, baby. I must have felt so constrained that I kicked them last night. And my chest is burning this morning. That's what I get from crawling around bushes to find damn power lines," her father pushed himself out of bed. He picked up the pajamas and tossed them onto a chair. "God damn, things."

And he left to get ready and drive his truck to the next wilderness location to fix a gas line. Katie was left lying in the bed full of warmth and his scent. She put her nose where his body had lain and went for another slumber before she had to go to school.

The next night, she was at the bedroom door again. Her tender, young voice tentatively called into the darkness again, waiting for silence. She swiftly slipped under the covers, feeling her father's naked body against hers. His body felt so familiar. The full body skin contact gave her wonderful feel good hormones.

"Daddy, I got a question tonight." She didn't wake for him to respond. She spoke in a tone that kids use talking with dolls. She spoke confident without any pauses for his response. "So, Amy, my new bestie in chemistry class, she was talking about her boyfriend. He showed his penis for the first time. Amy said it was so pretty and luxurious in her fingers. Will you let me touch yours?"

Without waiting for a response, her left hand started searching his belly, wandering lower, taking a detour on his thigh. She found Sherwood Forest, his thick pubic hair. Combing through it, she found the prize. Her daddy's limb dick was laying on its side. Her fingers crawled around it to get a grip on it. It was big and soft. It was uncircumcised. She moved it around in between her fingers. It flopped completely spineless. There was a luxurious, velvety feel to it.

"Huh, so that's it. So, that's what the big deal is about. I kind a like it."

She let her fingers run down the shaft to feel his balls. His ball sack had been scrunched up. She carefully shifted the balls in the ball sack around. "So, that's what everyone is so worried about, especially the social worker in court."

"Amy said that her boyfriends was one and a half hand width long. She said that she got it hard by licking it. You don't mind me trying it out, do you?"

Again without waiting for a response, her head dove underneath the sheets, like a fish going for the worm on the hook, she guided her lips to what she was holding with a hammer grip in her fist. She took a sniff off that foreign object. It smelled indiscernible, a new scent, very subtle, very musky, very much her father. Gingerly, she gave it a lick with the tip of her tongue. It tasted mostly like skin, a little saltier, a little heavier.

She swallowed the penis head in her mouth. It was a nice chew toy. It was soft and spongy, kind of like mashed potatoes, it invited the tongue to push on it and move it around. There was a smoothness to the skin that was enthralling, kind of like a pacifier that slips into the mouth. As she moved her tongue around the penis to get to its essence, she called already feel the change in her fist. The penis was reacting. It was inflating. It was so quick that she was startled.

She tried to take a little more in her mouth. And she let it glide out like a lollipop. By the second try, she couldn't take as much anymore. The girth had swollen in her mouth. She could no longer mash as much cock as possible in her mouth. It was too stiff. By biological hard programming, she felt herself aroused. She felt a draft of wetness between her legs.

As she moved her fist along the large shaft that was sticking out of her mouth, she could feel that the penis was paying attention to her. It was like all the good feelings caused his deep biological circuits to get attuned to her presence. It was a bit like the monster was watching her. She liked it in a devilish kind of way - the monster.

She tried to bob her head up and down the penis as she had seen in porn videos on the Internet. Her head got read and sweaty from being under the blanket. Her cheeks were burning with blush from the heat, her abandon, and realization of how forbidden her daddy's penis was and what would happen should he awake to find her like this.

There is a point where danger becomes surreal in the face of wanting exploration. The wetness between her legs had developed into a draft - a sleek, silky trace of lusciously, sensitive, touch-hungry moaning. Almost drugged, she could resist, moving her body around, so that her mound would hover over his hard penis.

She lowered herself to let the penis touch her on the outside. She let the shaft touch her on the nether lips, on the clit, beneath the clit. Her silky witnessed touched and covered his hard penis. It felt so good. She wanted to go into spasm and rub her pussy all over it. Yet, she steadied herself with a last sense of reason to not wake him up completely. She forced herself to be slow and steady as she slide her mound up and down his shaft. The really slick type of pussy juice started oozing out of her.

"Oh fuck, please, don't wake up right now. I wouldn't know how to stop even if I tried to," she moaned to him, still talking in that voice of him merely being a play doll, a grownup, living play doll.

She reached underneath her body to grab his penis. Her body felt a shin of sweat already from the motion. She angled for the stiff penis and pointed it up to her hole. And then she dove her pussy over his penis. The feeling was so vivid. The inside of her pussy was so sensitive. She could feel the thick penis in great detail inside of her. And he was two hand width long, longer than Amy's boyfriend. It filled her up greatly. A feeling overcame her from her gut for being so full. His skin was against hers on the inside.

She was on the pill. He hadn't seen another woman in a long time. As she kept sleeping in his bed at night, she knew. It was an overwhelming feeling of feeling the front, side, tip, base, and all of his penis. She felt her g-spot. She felt her pubic mound pressing against hers.

"Oh, please, don't wake up. This feels so amazing!"

She was resting on her arms. Her lower body was gliding up and down his body. Her boobs were hanging down, ever so slightly because they were so firm and small. She let her head fall back. She bit her lip in deep concentration to scratch her itch as masterfully as possible.

Right as she was fully focused and each thrust felt better than the one before, the penis started convulsing and shot a warm fluid inside of her. The thought of the white, pristine, and pure fluid leaking into her belly turned her on.

She kept going. Yet, the penis started softening. Each thrust required a harder push to try to hit those feelings inside of her, because the penis slipped away to the pressure that she was giving it with her body.

"Wake up," she said to the penis that had slipped outside of her. She was holding the soggy, slippery thing in her fingers and wagging it around to get life back into it. The insides of her felt stirred with a disheveling lust that had nowhere to go. She rolled over, resting the back of her head on his biceps. She pulled the sheets down to expose her body to the air to cool down the sweat that was all over her.

"Don't feel bad. You were still pretty good," she said to the ceiling and fell asleep.



Reigniting On Halloween



Writer's Notes: For those who have read this before, this is reedited version. I have made some changes, only small ones, explaining some small points better and making it easier to read. I think now more than ever its my best story so far. and Of course I would like comments :)

For those who haven't read it I wanted to say that this one is different from my previous stories. The sex doesn't start till toward the end and the sex scenes are a bit on the long side I think, some readers do not like that, but I think there are great scenes. You can tell me if I am right. :) I also know its late for Halloween but still enjoyable I believe.

"Hurry up dear," Becky yelled to her husband as he was dressing in the bathroom, "we will be late if you don't."

"I am," came back the response, "Or I'm trying to. This outfit is not so easy to get into. Which explains why they put in that flap."

"Yeah, looks like I was right, it is so the wearer can use the bathroom without taking off the outfit," but she didn't say the other thing she thought that flap could be used for.

"Yes, you were right."

There was a pause filled with the sound of cloth moving and zippers being zipped. 

Becky said, "You done yet? Hurry up so you can help me with my last zipper."

He finally came out of the bathroom, dressed like a mummy from the original horror movies. He stopped as he saw her. His eyes went wide. It had been her idea for him to put that on in the bathroom while she dressed in the bedroom. Supposedly so they wouldn't get into each other's way. He had protested that the bedroom was big enough but she had insisted. The real reason was so he would not see her completely. She had draped a sheet over her to look like part of her outfit. He only saw her back but she had positioned herself so she could see him in the mirror. 

Their sex life had been boring which may have been why it was also seemed to be almost nonexistent lately. Their relationship also seemed to be on the low side, each taking the other for granted. She hoped what she had planned for the evening would ignite both again. She saw him look at her with a bit of amazement on his face. 

He said, "Your back is bare, I mean there's not even a bar strap there. Does that mean you aren't wearing one??"

"No bra for me tonight. It just won't go with this outfit I had to get. Its either not wear one or stay home. I almost decided to stay home but I know how much you are looking forward to this tonight and since we haven't been out for a while I need to go also. I will feel naked without one but I will have to just be embarrassed if anyone stares."

She was proud of that statement, it not only showed that she still cared for him, but got in a dig at his lack of interest in her lately. Plus it was true. She had considered staying home and she may feel embarrassed when the men stare but she would just have to put up with it if she was going to carry out her plan. 

He just said, "Ok... and thank you," for he knew how much this feeling naked was going to cost her, of course he didn't know it all yet, but he would.

She smiled at his thank you for it did warm her heart that he appreciated her effort. Soon he was done with the zipper than as he went off to get his coat she quickly slipped off the sheet and put on her jacket. Becky took a second to stare at herself in the mirror still amazed that she was able to carry this through, then she quickly covered herself with the long coat she had gotten out earlier. It was much like an overcoat worn by spies and flashers and therefore covered her from neck to ankles. 

They hurried to the car and he opened the door for her and quickly got in. Hmmm, he hadn't done that for a long time this party most be getting to him also, she thought.

On the way he wondered why she had a map of the outside of the mansion the party was going to be at. He had found it be accident and it was obvious that she had been hiding it from him. Was there a meeting planned he was not to know about? He didn't really blame her if she had planned something like that, it would surprise him greatly, as well as hurt greatly, but he won't blame her, not the way he had been treating her lately. They arrived at the mansion just in time to join a line of cars arriving at the same time. It took them a few minutes to get parked, valet parking too, and to the house. Once inside an attendant asked for their coats. Tom gave him his but it took Becky a moment to take hers off. She almost chicken out and had to remind herself why she was doing this, but the delay worked out OK since Tom looked at her, wondering why she was taking so long. Finally with a flare she ripped off the coat and swirled it around one arm. The maneuver went off exactly without a hitch and Tom's eyes went wide at her doing that. Than as she handed the coat to the attendant who stood there staring for a second longer than he should have before grabbing the coat, Tom's eyes went even wider as he saw what she was wearing. Except for the bare back and the color it was not the outfit he had seen in their bedroom. 

His mouth dropped open and she could see shock mixed with desire raise in his eyes. She stood there in a white something. A dress maybe, some type of feminine toga like those worn by goddesses on certain TV shows maybe, whatever it was it showed of her figure like nothing she had ever worn before. She turned to let him see it all. Her arms were completely bare and her shoulders were bare all the way to her upper breasts. From there to the bottom of her bosom was a tight bodice that had some extra cloth that draped over her breasts. It allowed whoever was looking to see not only that she didn't have a bra on, but they could make out the size, shape and contours of her boobs. Not to mention the cleavage that would allow anyone looking to see the inner slopes of her breasts. 

Her back was completely bare as he already knew but now he could see that the bottom half was designed in such a way as to show off the curves of her butt. The cloth was tight but it also hung in such a way as heighten and uplift her cheeks. Much like some outfits do to bosoms. The costume continued down ending just above the inside of her knees. He remembered that the front had ended half way to her knees. 

He finally closed his mouth and noticed that he was so aroused that he had half a hardon just by what he had seen so far. If that what happened in just these few seconds he would be embarrassed by the complete hard on he was going to be spouting before the night was half over. In this outfit it would be noticeable. Of course if they stared at his wife tonight half the men here would be spouting hard ridges in their pants. 

He tried to speak, "But...b..but." He cleared his throat and said, "But that wasn't what you where wearing in the bedroom."

"Yes it was, you just didn't noticed."

"I would have noticed that, half the men in here have noticed that already." he said in a reproving voice.

That may have an exaggeration but it wasn't much of one. He had quickly glanced around the room and he could see men turn and stare. Especially one guy who was one of the companies two playboys, that guy had stared opened mouth and by the look on his face he wanted to get Becky alone someplace tonight. Over my dead body Tom had thought.

Becky just smiled even though inside her shyness and morals were giving her fits. Half of her wanted to run screaming from the room while a small but still significant part wanted her to strut around the room giving each man a good look at her, while she enjoyed their stares. 

She said, "As I said, its what I could get, I admit its not what I usually wear but I think I like everyone's reaction. I like it when men find me attractive."

Tom's eyes widen than narrowed as he was first surprised and shocked by that attitude from his wife, than wondered if that was a dig at him. He hadn't been paying her much attention recently he realized, too busy at work and too used to having her around. Fear replaced the other emotions on his face as his heart suddenly half froze, with the thought that Becky might be planning on leaving or becoming a slut. God, he had been taking her for granted, thinking she would always be there but treating her like piece of furniture or a comfortable old coat. 

At that point she just smiled in way he couldn't interrupt and turned and walked away. He hurried to catch up but as he did he couldn't help but notice her rear. He almost stopped in shock. That outfit made her butt look terrific and sexy as hell. He had seen it for eighteen years and had made love to it quite a few times, but tonight it was turning him on like he hadn't been for years. At this point he slowed down wanting to keep it in sight for a while longer. He just could not keep his eyes off of it even though he tried to look around him to see who was here and where she was leading him. His eyes just kept going back to her rear as if it was a magnet, and tonight it was. As he neared her he suddenly realized something he hadn't noticed before. She was not wearing any underwear. Not only was there no panty lines but he could make out the movement of her butt muscles as she walked. He had been completely hard by this time but at that realization his manhood got even harder. It was now harder then it had been in months and he thought if this kept up it would rip out of his mummy outfit before the night was over. Usually just the thought of that happening would be embarrassing but tonight he didn't care. 

When he did catch up to her the first thing he said was "You're not wearing any panties."

He tried to make it an accusation but it came out sounding like he was awe struck, which he was. Not only because she, the shy conservative not appreciating woman who look like sluts, Becky, wasn't wearing any but also because of how sexy it made her. 

She turned and that mysterious smiled again and said, "I know, there was no room for them under this, people are just going to have to see that I am naked under this outfit."

He was partially relieved when she blushed as she said that.

They joined a group of friends and joined in with the conversation. He kept glancing at her, both to look at her and to see if she had anything else planned, like going off with one of the other men who were finding it hard not to stare. 

He knew he was being paranoid but he hadn't seen this side of his wife before, that combined with the knowledge that he hadn't been paying her much attention lately, of the sexual type or of the romantic type, made him wonder. Of course it was also true that Becky hadn't been paying him very much attention lately either. They had both been taking the other one for granted. Sex was always the same, when they had it, and they hadn't talked, really talked about their days, friends and their hopes etc. for a couple of months. Now she was wearing this outfit. Even if what she said was true, about it being the only one she could get and that there really was no room for underwear, it still represented a significant change in her behavior. 

His thoughts were partially supported when she went to use the bathroom twice in the next thirty-five minutes. The second time it took her a few extra minutes to come back to him and when he saw he make her way across the large room, Johnny was with her. He peeled off about half way across the room and he had a frustrated look on his face as he left Becky. He and that other leech probably both had been able to see that she had no panties on immediately, which would explain the hunger on their faces that Tom had seen. Tom was partially relieved by that look of hunger denied that had been on Johnny's face, but just the fact that he had been with her as she came back from a second trip to the bathroom gave his emotions pause. 

Twenty minutes later she told him that she was going to the buffet table set up in a corner of the room, both had already been by it nibbling on some of the finger foods there, but she said she wanted something more. He had been engaged in a conversation he couldn't leave so he had to watch as she went to the table by herself. She spent some time there deciding on what to eat and then standing nearby as she nibbled on what she had chosen. It didn't take long for some single and not so single men to show up around her. Tom could see that she talked to some of them and that more gathered around her as she did. 

Before she broke off and came back to him there were seven men clustered around that section of the table. She had chatted with most of them he thought. Even with that new playboy, Richard. He suddenly recalled the map he had seen, had she set a date to meet one of them outside somewhere? He would have to watch her to see if she disappeared for a while. He shook his head at his paranoia. His paranoia probably came not just from his fear of losing her, but from his guilt. Guilt both for taking her for granted, and for that incident a couple of weeks ago. She wouldn't do that, but at the same time he had been neglecting her lately, as she had been neglecting him, plus she was wearing that costume. She worn it for some reason. He just shook his head again, that type of thinking would do no one any good. The person he was talking to appeared puzzled why Tom would disagree with what he just said. Tom got his mind back to the conversation.

She strolled over to the buffet table, picked up a plate, and looked over the dishes. There were some things here she had never seen or had been able to taste that often. Like the caviar, and those little sandwiches with that strange looking substance in them. While she looked over the items, Becky thought about her second trip to the bathroom. That one had been to check her makeup and to adjust her outfit. Parts of it had slipped a bit showing even more cleavage than it had when she first arrived. The hallway leading and from the bathrooms was a bit dark and she had been the only one in it as she walked down it. As she left the bathroom she immediately noticed someone standing a few feet away. It took only a few steps to see that it was Johnny. She knew what type of guy he was and what he wanted so she should have walked on by but for some reason she still wasn't sure about, she stopped when he called her name. He was wearing, she had noticed before, a King Author outfit. Complete with what looked like real gold circlet in his head and a sword strapped to his waist. He did look very dashing in the blue swordsman shirt and lighter blue tights. Blue most be his color she thought. 

Now as she neared him she wondered if that sword was as real as it looked, and if he knew how to use it. A second later her eyes rolled heavenward as she caught herself thinking of course he knows how to use his sword he won't be the company playboy of he didn't. She almost stopped as she wondered did she really just think that? Its something he would think not her. 

As she neared him she had greeted him and they had chatted for a couple of minutes. Than he had made his move, he had stepped closer supposedly to whisper something to her. He had already complimented her costume and how she looked in it. He did it in a not so obvious way too, sounding more like an average conversation between friends than a wolf trying to score. Once by her ear he softly said some nice things, more direct compliments. Ones that went directly to her pride. They really made her feel good after hearing them. He continued talking close to her ear and before she realized it he was nuzzling her neck. It felt good. Tom hadn't done that for months. Soon he was kissing her neck just below her ear. It sent shivers down her back. Good shivers. She did turn her head away from him as he tried to kiss her lips, but he just went back to kissing her neck. A minute or so later he began to lick it. Long swipes of his tongue, from just under her ear to where her neck joined her shoulder. That sent more of those good shivers down her back, more powerful ones. These ended up in her love tunnel. She didn't understand why they were more powerful than when her husband licked her neck. Maybe because they were longer licks, she didn't know. 

She turned her head again as he tried to kiss her again, but this time he kissed her cheek, licking it as he did. He slipped his tongue down and begun to nibble on the curve of her chin. Her eyes went wide as the good sensations from that hit. She didn't know that could feel so good. Suddenly though as her conscious warred with her pleasure center, and her conscious was beginning to win, she felt something on her leg. It was his hand moving up her thigh, he had some how gotten his hand up her skirt while she had been enjoying the licking and nibbling. Of course with this outfit's short front that probably hadn't been that hard. Johnny's fingers were on her upper thigh making their way to what was in between her legs. He probably knew she didn't have any panties on so he could go directly to his goal with no cloth barrier to block his hand. 

That made her angry, bad enough to try to kiss her, but this was way out of bounds for anyone other than her husband. Two seconds after first feeling his hand she stepped backwards forcing his hand from her thigh. As she did she noticed that his other hand was left hanging in midair, where her bosom had just been. Both breasts had a slight tingling as if they had just been caressed. So that's why his licking of her neck had produced such strong sensations, he had been lightly caressing her breasts through her top at the same time. Boy, he was good at this seduction, she hadn't even notice. Now apparently he had been in the process of reaching down her top to touch her naked breasts. She hadn't noticed that either. As his one hand slipped out from her skirt when she took a second longer step back Becky felt like hitting him, hard. How dare he try to touch her in her most intimate spot without her permission. For that matter how dare he try to seduce her at all, especially with her husband not that far away. She thought she growled as she turned slightly and began to walk toward the doorway to the main room. 

He followed and tried to talk her into talking with him. He sounded like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, which analogy was appropriate for this situation, she thought She wondered if he really sounded like that or if it was a ploy to get her sympathy and mothering instinct. How many woman who had at first rejected his advances, had later succumbed because of that ploy. She was not going to be one of them. She angrily stated that only one man was going to get to touch her there and Johnny could just go taking a flying leap off a tall building. He said something about dreaming about her, he went on to describe what parts of her body he would see and how beautiful and sexy he knew they would be. He described everything in just the right tone and infliction to make it sound his compliments were real. Of course certain compliments probably were real, she won't be surprised if he didn't find her breasts sexy, but that would be true for every woman. 

She said, "That's good because you will only see them in your dreams, jerk."

It was about that time he turned and left her side. She had been looking at Tom as she had been talking and listening. At first he looked perplexed and worried than anger appeared on his face. She wondered if he really thought something had happened between her and Johnny, but she notice that as Johnny walked away Tom's eyes followed him, so it was him that his anger was directed to not her. That was good and since Johnny had probably also seen Tom's face it had may have been that look that help convince Johnny to leave.

By the time she finished replaying that in her head she had chosen some of the finger foods and was standing near the table eating. As she nibbled she wondered why she had allowed him even the small amount he had done. It was like she had stopped thinking with her conscious mind and her pride along with a certain part of her body, had taken over her thinking. She just shook her head wondering how far Johnny would have gotten if she had been even more horny than she was, of course she was about as horny as she had ever been so being significantly more aroused may not be possible.




Reigniting On Halloween



Soon someone came over and begun to chat with her. This guy, wearing a white pirate outfit with a long black captain's Coat, wasn't as boorish or as obvious as Johnny, but at the same time she felt he had come over only because of the outfit she was wearing. Soon another man came by and started staring at what was on that end of the table. Then a third showed up, this one joined in the conversation she was having with the first guy. Some of those who gathered, seemed to just want to be around her while others, even two married men, wanted to chat with her. At one point she went around the table to get something to drink and another man offered to get it for her. They had two punch fountains going. One was an alcoholic something or another while was nonalcoholic. This fourth guy was dressed like Lawrence of Arabia, in a very rich looking colorful outfit. 

The colors matched his eyes just right. She smiled and nodded her Ok. She decided she liked this type of attention and would take her time eating the food she had gotten. He grabbed a class and put it under the spout for the alcoholic drink. He didn't leave after she took a sip. It was some type of alcohol punch, good but she knew she had to set a limit on it. After a few sips she put down the class for a moment to eat and when she did the guy filled it again. He got himself a class and drank some of the punch, commenting on how delicious and refreshing it was. After she and he sipped some more he bent over a bit to tell her something. It was a compliment. The guy was handsome and young. It felt good to be considered sexy by a handsome young man. But as she smiled and didn't seem to mind he stepped back, got her another class even though hers was only half empty, gave it to her. Obviously, she thought, he was trying to make her tipsy. He moved closer, snuck a look down her front and propositioned her. He did it in a light hearted friendly way but she realized he was serious. At that point she just shook her head and moved back to her original position on the other side of the table. 

Soon after she finished and walked back over to Tom. She could feel the stare of some of the men who had been around her, she found she didn't mind them watching her walk away. Well, a good size part of her still wanted to flee, but that part that liked the attention was growing. Ten minutes after she rejoined Tom, doing which time he explained that the handsome young man in the Arabia costume, was the other company playboy, they were temporally alone. They had done some of the socializing necessary and it was time for the fruition of her plan which meant going outside. 

She said, "Lets take a walk, they have a wonderful garden path that people can walk through." 

She pointed at a certain French door that lead outside.

He asked in an almost sarcastic tone, "what about your entourage?"

"Do I detect a hint of jealously?"

He looked down and said, "More than a hint, I'm afraid."

She snuggled up to him and said, "Its nice to be the center of male attention, but its you I want to take this walk with. Not Johnny, not any of the men over there, nor any other male or... even female person, just you."

He ever so slightly sagged in relief. So small was the movement she only knew it from years of living with him, he probably hadn't even known he made it. What amazed her though was that at the same time he seemed to, again ever so slightly, stand taller. She just took him by one arm, snuggled next to him as she led them over to the door.

Once outside they saw clearly where to go, a couple, a Knight and a female werewolf with large, hairy mummery glands, were just coming back in from a walk. It took Becky a few steps to realize that the mummery glands were imprinted on a shirt of some type, but, she thought, from their size and the fact that they stood out so well indicated that the real ones underneath were large. Soon after the couple went by, a Princess came out from the foliage surrounding the walkway's entrance. 

Becky and Tom strolled their way through the first of the garden, enjoying the flowers, smells and each other. There was plenty of lights in this section to see each rose bush and other flowers, including quite a few night blossoms. They hadn't done this type of strolling for over a year and both enjoyed it. At one point Tom even tipped his head so he could give her a gentle kiss. Inside she smiled because it hadn't been out of lust or desire but love. Not that she would have minded a kiss full of desire, but that was for later, once she saw her plan to the end. 

At another point, as they neared where she had been told was a darker area of the garden, he began to say, "I love you, and I am sorry for not paying..."

She interrupted him by placing her fingers on his lips and saying very gently, "Now's not the time, we need to enjoy this moment and these surroundings. We will talk later."

He just nodded but she could see guilt in his eyes as he looked at her. If that guilt was for taking her for granted and neglecting her, she wanted him to feel it, just like she was feeling guilt for not paying him the right type of attention the past few months. Of course if it was for something he had done that he shouldn't have, she thought it was better she didn't know. Not tonight anyway. She wouldn't expect him to do that but than again she had been tempted a couple of times in the past few months. She hadn't done anything, allowing Johnny to nuzzle her neck was the worst she had done, but at the same time she couldn't blame him if he had been tempted also. God, she hoped he hadn't given in. She didn't really believe he had, but the possibility was something she had to be honest about. 

But enough of this morose thinking, it was time to carry out her plan. So saying she turned down a side walkway, and sure enough just as it had been explained on her map, it was dark in this cal de sake. There was also a bench. A larger then usual one.

She steered them to the bench and suggested they sit for a while to enjoy the cool air. It had been hotter than usual lately and was now just beginning to cool down for the year. It was a bit chilly for her costume, but she figured that she would be heating will soon, if fact from the way it felt between her legs she was already beginning to get heated. 

They did talk some at first, he mentioned an upcoming concert with a singer both wanted to see. During this time a male angel walked by. He just circled the cal de sake they were in, smelled some flowers and left. Soon after Becky made her move, they whole evening had been planned for this moment and she was going for it. In fact she decided to move even faster than originally planned, she was wet already and would need no foreplay to get her body ready for him. The whole evening, the way she was dressed, his reactions to her costume, the attention of the men and yes even what Johnny had done, god how his licking her neck had felt good, had all combined to get her excited. She had started off horny of course but right now she was glad she didn't wear any panties for they would have been soaked all the way through. Now she could feel her juices dribbling out of her love tunnel, uhm make that out of her pussy and over her pussy' lips. She hadn't been this wet in years.

As she thought that she turned and suddenly kissed her husband. He returned the kiss, at first easy and gently like the kiss he had given her earlier. Soon though the kiss turned hard and passionate. He pressed his lips against hers like he was trying to bruise hers. It was like he had lost control. She smiled around that kiss, this was the passion she had been trying ignite in him with her outfit.

As he finally stopped and pulled back looking a bit surprised at his own passion, she followed him kissing him again and again. She shoved her tongue into his mouth forcing him to suck on it, he did and it turned her on even more.

At one point he asked if they should be kissing like that where someone could walk by and see them. Her answer was to suddenly straddle his lap, with her legs on either side and her face inches from his.

She kissed him hard, but he leaned back looking amazed. She just smiled wickedly and asked if he liked her surprise. He began to answer with a question but she just covered his mouth with hers again, for second or two he mumbled into her mouth but than returned the kiss with passion. She managed to grab his tongue with her teeth and to suck on it. After a minute or so of that he tried to grab hers. She pulled back and said there's something else I want you to suck.

Than she did something with her hand he wasn't able to catch but suddenly her breasts were exposed. He blinked, for one second he was looking at the cloth that was covering them and the next he was looking at them, displayed in all their glory. He sucked his breath in at the sight, but than looked around to make sure no one else was there. Finally he looked at her face with a shocked look on his face. It was if he couldn't believe that his shy, reserve, conservative wife just exposed herself in public. Which was probably the case she thought, actually she couldn't believe it either but she was desperate. 

She just looked him in the face and with the most wonton look she could manage, she asked, "Are you going to suck on them or not?"

He just looked at her for a moment than glanced down, the sight of her exposed breasts must of made the decision for him as he just bowed his head and grabbed a nipple with his mouth. He began to suck hard. Boy he most turned on big time, she thought. 

Normally the amount of suction he was applying would be too much, but she was so turned on the little bit of pain added to her ecstasy. He sucked for minutes than switched to the other to give it the same amount of attention. When he was about to switch back she told him to bite it. That indicated how turned on she was for she only asked for that when extremely aroused. He bite, not hard though. She commanded to bite harder, he did. Uh, that was it she thought.

"Bite the other one harder," she said. 

But he was already moving his mouth over to that breast. Once he had that opening on it he did bite the nipple even harder. He sucked and licked, licking over where he had bit. That felt good. He went back to the other one as she commanded again to bite. He did. She let a small scream of pain and pleasure for he had bitten down harder and longer than he had ever bitten before. Almost too hard but it still felt good. When he went back to the left one, she looked down and was not surprised to see bite marks around the nipple of her right breast. Boy, he most by aroused to do that and she most more aroused than usual to not get mad at him, normally a bite half that hard would have ended their lovemaking and she would have felt like slapping him. Even when she was aroused big time that would have been too hard, tonight though she felt like he could do anything, even slap her face hard and it would add to her ecstasy, not that she wanted him to test that theory, but she did feel that way. She did wish he would do the same on the breast he was now sucking on and a second later he did only not quite so hard. She still let out an exclamation of her bliss and pain.

She was amazed how turned on she was and he hadn't even touched her between her legs yet. Everything tonight had contributed to her being this aroused, even as she had thought before that included what Johnny had said, his licking her and how he almost touched her there. It also included those men gathering around her to look at her and to be near her, as well as Richard's advances. It had especially included how her man had look at her all night. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her, that had felt really good. 

A second later all thoughts fled her mind as she leaned back to the sudden increase of her pleasure. Tom had gone back to the bitten nipple softly licking over the bite mark, at the same time he used his other hand to tweak the left nipple. God, how good that licking felt she thought. But it was time to go to the next step. She reached down to his lap and swiftly undid the flap his outfit had. She flipped it open an reached in to grab his manhood. He gasped loudly as her hand touched it, than wrapped around it, squeezing it as it did. His head jerked back and he almost screamed as she squeezed. She nodded in agreement with herself. He would not last long once inside her so she would have to take care of that problem the fun way.

She slipped backwards, dropping to the pavement of the walk way. She landed softly knowing her costume would not be much of a cushion to her knees. As she landed she knew she had been correct the pavement was very rough, but she thought she would not be down there long, not as turned on as he was. Without further delay she leaned forward and grabbed the head of his shaft with her mouth. As soon as he felt her mouth his head went back again and this time he let out a loud Agggaaa OOHH. She lowered her mouth all the way down slowly. He made sounds all the way down, finally she sucked and was rewarded with, "God, so good," from him. 

Two minutes later she knew she had been right as he almost screamed and began to buck into her mouth. She looked up at him watching as his head again went back and his mouth opened in a soundless scream. Seconds later she felt him jerk in her mouth and immediantly felt something warm and liquid in her mouth. He did scream this time in a guttural caveman voice. She swallowed, then swallowed again as her mouth was filled again by more shots coming from his manhood, than she swallowed a third time. It seemed like he shot out twice as much sperm than usual.

His head had jerked back as he cam but as he calmed down he was able to move it forward and look down at her. He was able to see her swallow twice. God, that was so sexy watching her swallow his cum, he most have shot a large load for her to be still swallowing. A second later his eye was attracted to something white that flowed from her mouth. He glanced down and saw some of his sperm leaking from around his manhood. Unless she was pushing it out on purpose so he could watch, that was more proof he had cum big time. Of course it could have been for both reasons.

When he was done all the way she let go of him and stood. He looked at her and said, "Thank you, I had almost forgotten how good that feels"

"We aren't done yet."

So saying she did something with her hand again, that again he didn't catch, but this time her whole outfit dropped to the ground. She stood there with all her glory revealed. He breathed in suddenly gasping. Not only that she would do that where others could see her but from how sexy she looked. He looked at her from top to bottom, admiring her breasts, her stomach and belly button and glancing at her bush that wasn't there. As he looked closer he saw it was there but she had just trimmed it, very short. He had been asking her to do that for years and he was amazed that she finally had. He had been correct all those years too. She looked magnificent with it trimmed and he could see her womanhood's lips as she stood there. She spread her legs more so he could get a better look and even in the dimness he could see they glisten with wetness.

His breath quicken even though he just had a climax. He licked his lips as great desire grew to taste what was on those sensual lips. It had been a month and probably more that he had stuck his tongue in that alluring slit. His tongue, and another larger and harder part of his body, missed being in contact with that center of femininess. His manhood has stayed hard, hadn't even soften or shrunk any. In fact it felt like it was larger than usual. He glanced at it and he could swear that it was a bit longer and wider than normal. That had happened a few times before, but tonight it seemed even bigger than those times. He saw a wetness on it and realized that it was not only her saliva but his precum was almost bubbling out of the slit on top of the head. God, he hadn't been this excited in ages.

Becky looked at him for a moment saw him glance at himself so she automatically followed his look. Her eyes widen bit as she too thought he looked bigger and harder than ever. Come to think of it had felt like his hardness had filled her mouth more than usual. She also saw the precum leaking off of the top of the head as it stood straight up. Boy, he must be producing more of that tonight than ever. Sometimes he didn't produce any, but tonight it looked like he was making up for some of those times. She knew he wasn't the only one to be tremendously aroused, she was wet enough so that she didn't need any further stimulation. In fact she had been dripping her lubrication along the inside of each thigh even before they went for the walk. She was sure, since she was wearing no underwear, that she had left drips of her juices behind as they had strolled along the garden path. However as much as she liked looking at his manhood, especially when it was that hard, it was time let a certain part of her body get reacquainted with a certain part of his body. 

So thinking she took a step forward than swung one leg over his lap and positioned herself to sit down. She lowered herself slowly, grabbing hold of his shaft to aim it right. As its head touched the lips of her womanhood, make that her pussy, she almost swooned, and he gasped loudly. She kept sinking, spearing herself with his sword. When the head was all the way in, he let out a loud AAAggga sound. She let out a sound herself that combined with his to produce a choral song of ecstasy. 

Tom kept making noises as his wife slide down his iron tube. Finally she bottom out, touching his legs with her bottom. She settled in and gasped. She had needed to feel him inside her for so long. It was wonderful, better than wonderful. God, she couldn't describe even to her self what she was feeling. 

Suddenly a movement caught her eye. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw someone standing near the bench they were on. He moved a bit, to get a closer look maybe, and she saw that it was a Prince. She surprised herself by almost giggling as she thought of telling him that his Princess was that away, back inside the Mansion. She also surprised herself by not panicking. 

Tom was finally able to open his eyes and almost immediantly saw the Prince. He looked at his wife in the eye and motioned by moving his eyes toward the watcher. She only barely nodded showing that she had seen him already. His face turned red in embarrassment, as he saw that so did her's, but at the same time he bucked upward, momentarily driving himself even further up into her love tunnel. She gasped and as he dropped back down she responded by pulling her body up. Just enough so that he was barely inside her than she let herself back down. He gasped.

Soon the Prince left, rather it was in disgust, to give them some privacy, or to go find his Princess for his own fun neither knew. Both saw him leave and both thought of the chooses it was probably to find the Princess. Becky continued to bounce up and down, giving them both the pleasure they had wanted all evening. 

Seconds after the first watcher disappeared a Lion showed up. Becky thought it was the one that had talked to her while she had nibbled on her food next to the buffet table. If it was he was getting a good look at her and at what he was missing. What he would always miss out on since she was a one man woman. 

Tom suddenly stopped and said, "Lets change positions. I want to be behind to see your sexy butt."

She didn't want to get up but she did think he might be able to get in even deeper so without saying a word she got up. He whimpered as she did, than scooted off the bench. Becky knelt down with her breasts hanging over behind the bench and her rear aimed at her husband. He slipped sideways directly behind her and quickly moved forward, inserting himself as he did. They both moaned as he pushed his shaft to the hilt in one fast shove. He rested a moment enjoying the sensation, but as she turned her head and said to fuck her he obeyed.




Reigniting On Halloween



Soon he had a nice in and out rhythm going. Both were startled by a sound as someone stepped on something that made a noise. Each looked up and there standing not to far away was a woman who looked like a cross between a Xena, warrior princess and a fairy. She was staring intently at them. Tom and Becky both just looked at each other neither wanting to stop. He continued pulling his shaft out and pushing it back in. Becky turned back and after a second glance at the woman thought she had the look like she was studying them. Maybe to see if she knew them or Becky thought more likely she was studying Tom's technique. If she was she would be disappointed since Tom was a one woman man or so Becky hoped he still was. 

But if he was she was studying him she about to see how good Tom was, for just than Becky lifted her head back and let out a loud "Now!" immediantly followed by "Yes, yes yyyES!!" and a "EeeeIIII".

As she relaxed from her climax she dropped her head. A few seconds later she felt something else not so pleasurable.

Becky turned her head back and said, "we have to move back." 

"We do?" came his incredulous reply.

"Yes part of this bench is rubbing the under side of my boobs."

"Doesn't that feel good right now."

"Sort of, but it won't tomorrow when my breasts are sore and scrapped up."

He just nodded and stepped back pulling out. She quickly got up and he just as quickly sat in her spot. Becky again straddled his legs and lowered herself. This time it was much more haste, as she almost just dropped on his lap. He let out an almost scream and she followed it with her own almost scream. Even before she hit bottom she raised herself back up Ôtill he was almost out than lowered herself down hard. She continued this way for a few minutes. Both were surprised by how long this was lasting. Even with his climax already he thought he would have cum already.

By now both were groaning continually, and their groans were getting louder. As they had changed back Becky had looked for the audience. Becky saw that the woman had gone but she had found the lion again. He had disappeared during their first change of positions but as she had looked around the second time she saw that he was in some bushes nearby doing something with one hand she couldn't see. The hand was down in front of him but even though some bushes blocked her view of that part of his body the rhythmic out and back movement of his arm showed what he was doing. Becky couldn't believe it he was jacking off while watching them. She hadn't considered that possibility when she thought some may see them have sex but come to think of it she should have expected some guy or two would do that if he watched long enough. She also wondered if Tom had seen him.

As he bucked upward driving his shaft even deeper her thoughts dissipated, exploding in a burst of ecstasy of an approaching even bigger orgasm. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Soon another movement caught her attention. This time it was a couple that made an appearance in their cal de sak. 

He was dressed as a mummy, almost exactly the same as her husband's outfit but this guy was taller and less muscular. His wife, girl friend or date was dressed as a shipwrecked survivor, She had a small round life preserver around her neck with the words Titanic on it, a short skirt with ragged torn looking ends and a blouse that had rips and somehow looked water soaked. They stood for a moment with open mouths and an amazed look on each face.

She turned her head to look at her husband and by the darker color in his face she knew he had seen them also and was blushing again. Her face was hot also and she thought it more than just her excitement that was causing it. In other words she was blushing also but at the same time the knowledge they were being watched added to the thrill. He shoved up even harder, going deeper than he had ever gone in this position. Deeper that he had been in her for years she thought after she cried out in pleasure. 

Maybe it was his larger size tonight or because he was so excited he shoved harder than usual or probably both but he was getting deeper suddenly. She almost screamed and cried at the same time it felt soooo Good. 

She said, "Fuck Meee!"

A minute later she said it again louder, "FUCK ME! Hard!!"

He said, "I Am, (Breath)my... slut, (gasp) You FUCK (Breath) me!"

"I Am Stud, (Breath) I am (gasp) fucking."

So she was raising up and coming down hard and fast, it was like she was trying to win a sprint. He was raising up to meet her thrust for thrust, bouncing his butt off the cement of the bench at times. Soon she was shaking her head back and forth from the ecstasy. At one shake she noticed that the couple were still there. Another shack and she was able to see that that mummy was standing behind the shipwreck lady humping her every so often. 

Tom somehow was able to notice what she was looking at something and turned his head to see. His eyes went up as he saw the humping and he wondered if the guy's flap was open and the back of her skirt up. But then his mind said that was enough thinking and went back to concentrating on his ecstasy and what was producing it.

Thirty-four seconds later he shoved upwards as hard as he could letting out a deep, "AAAAGGGGGgggAAAaaaAA".

Becky had glanced over, through the corner of her eye, at the Mummy and shipwrecked woman, then speeded up her up and down movements as seeing them watch her and Tom increased her rapture. She couldn't explain why it did but she didn't care either, she cared only that she was nearing heaven again, and that this orgasm was going to be big. It was already better than her average orgasm and she hadn't peeked yet. 

Suddenly she felt him shove in even deeper, and heard his caveman almost bull moose like call. It went on longer than usual and half way through it she felt a sudden hot, wetness splash across the inside of her pussy. Deep inside, deeper than he had blasted in years, maybe further inside than he had ever shot his cum before.

She felt another blast and more wetness, than another and another. The hot almost scolding liquid shooting out of his shaft felt just right. As another wad of cum landed inside her she was amazed she could feel so many shots, but than her thoughts went away as her orgasm exploded on the scene. It snuck up on her, for a second ago she was close, but not near the edge when suddenly ecstasy detonated in her mind like a sun going nova. She had time to scream a "YES!!" then a soundless yell with her mouth wide open and her head back. As that orgasm finished another began. She yelled again and again as a third hit, even before the second was done. She was just relaxing from that, with her head dropping back down when a fourth hit hard. Becky's eyes went wide and her head snapped backwards again. She opened her mouth in an O in a silent scream than let out a EEEeeeee. Even before the last ee sounded she was in the throes of yet another even larger mind blowing orgasm. This one bigger that the first four. She was in the final stages of that one when a sixth and halfway through that one a seventh erupted in her mind. These were probably all being fed by his continual thrusting into her, deeper than ever. Just as she was relaxing and catching her breath the last and largest one hit. She screamed a high pitched sound and fucked up and down on him even harder. Finally there was an "EEEEUGG...HHH!!" Her head relaxed and fell forward. Tom bucked upward a few more times finishing his climax then stopped. She had already settled down, staying against his lap. 

After some rest he kissed her tenderly than looked her in the eyes and said, "Whew, That was something else. I needed that. Thank you."

His warm response warmed her heart but she said, "Thank you for going along with it. I needed it also."

"Boy , your orgasm lasted long. Did you have a double?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. It lasted twice as long as normal but I can't say it was a double. It was great though and I think it was the first time I ever lasted through a multi for you."

A pause to rest than he asked, "So you planned all this? That was why you had the map of this garden?"

"You know about that?"

"UH, well, I found it while looking through your purse for something."

"Why didn't you ask me about it than?"

He turned red again and his voice got smaller, "Well I thought, uh that is..."

He paused as he looked around and said, "Can we discuss this at home? We have an audience. And you most be getting chilly."

She opened here mouth to say something but than looked around and nodded. 

She said, "I am getting chilly at that."

She raised quickly off of him and stood there for a moment than grabbed her outfit. She just slipped it on like she took it off. She had a bit of a problem getting the top to stay again but she got it. Tom hooked his flap back up and was ready fast. 

As she was fixing the top she glanced around the couple were gone, but she saw the Lion was still moving his arm out and back. He suddenly speeded up and as husband and wife turned to look at him as he let out a long moan. It sounded like it had been a long time coming. Coming not cuming Becky thought. 

She was done so they hurriedly left with Becky watching behind them to see if the Lion would follow, she did see something that almost made her stop. The other mummy had sat down and a woman dressed only in a ragged end miniskirt sat down in his lap, She had taken off everything else, including her life preserver and probably panties. 

On the way she said to her husband, "too bad the bush hid my view, I would have liked to have seen the loin shot his cum while watching us, but than again it would be unfair that I got to see a hard cock cum and you wouldn't be able to see a hot, wet pussy."

She continued the thought in her mind with, at least you had better not have seen another pussy hot, wet or otherwise.

A second later she thought Boy I don't believe I just said and thought that, no wonder he calls me his slut when I am this aroused. Of course when I am this aroused I didn't mind being called his slut, but that's his slut only. Even as turned on as I am tonight I want to be his slut only, no one else's. 

He kissed her tenderly with love again. They quickly walked back to the mansion wondering if those who had seen them had spread the word. Once inside both headed toward the drink fountain and hurriedly drank down two glasses of the cold nonalcoholic punch. As the did they listened to the conversations around them. No one was speaking of the lovers out in the garden. Good both thought. They mingled some more, nibbled on finger foods and took part in a conversation or two with his coworkers and bosses. 

As they milled some more, eventually they did hear stories of a mummy getting some out in the garden. They heard different versions of it. One thing that puzzled Tom was that in some stories the woman was wearing a skirt or was shipwrecked. Becky explained to him what she had seen as they left the cal de sak. They could tell by some of the looks thrown Tom's way that some thought it was him, after all the way she was dressed would inspire such thoughts. But there were at least half a dozen other mummies there that night, it seemed to be the second favorite male costume even though a couple of the mummies were female. The top favorite male costume was of a cowboy. Two of them had been among those who had gathered around Becky earlier. 

Becky noticed that three of those who had been around her at the buffet table now gave Tom dirty jealous looks. She wondered if they were just jealous that she seemed to have chosen him or if they guessed that Tom had gotten something they had wanted. At one point she suddenly made a small noise. Tom leaned over to ask if she was alright she just nodded that she was. Two minutes later she again made the noise but this time raising up on her feet as she did.

He again asked if she was OK. This time she explained, in a small whisper he could barely hear, that he was dripping out of her. Three times, once with the first noise and twice just than, it had rolled out over the lips of her love tunnel in a way that tickled. It was a good tickle.

Another six minutes and she said they should go. 

"Why? We need to talk with some more people."

She answered again in a whisper he could barely hear, "As I said already your stuff in dripping out of me, your second load was just as much as your first, and I am wearing no panties to catch it. It is slipping down my thighs and maybe even dripping on the floor. Soon what is on me will be able to be seen in this short skirt."

His eyes went up and he said, "Oh, in that case we can make our apologizes on the way out. We can say you don't feel good or something."

She just nodded again raising up on her toes suddenly, as she took a sip of punch so as not to make a sound. His eyes went wide again and he took her by the hand and started toward the door. It took them only minutes to find and apologize to his boss and to the host of the party. His bodd had a small half smile like he had guessed who had been out in the garden, and his wife had a disaproval look on her face. Rather that was because she had heard the story also and thought it was them or or she just disapproved of Becky's outfit neither knew. Once outside they had to wait until the valet got their car, and she was almost squirming as they did. She could feel big wads of his cum sliding down the inner parts of her thighs, leaving cold lines of sperm behind, much like a slug would leave a trail of slime behind. 

Once in the car she settled down and he hurried home almost running red lights and speeding the whole way. He got out, unlocked the front door and she almost ran through it and up the stairs. He hurried to catch up after making sure the front door was locked. 

He was able to watch her run up the stairs as, catching up to her as she entered the bedroom. He came up behind, grabbed his wife, turned her around and kissed her hard. 

When he broke the kiss he said."I know you don't want to drip on the floor, especially not on the carpet but we are alone here. I don't mind seeing my cum drip down your legs."

She relaxed into his arms and said, "You're right. I was in hurry mode, but I still need to get cleaned up."

"I know a good way to clean you up, just get out of that costume and help out of mine."

She looked puzzled for a moment than her eyebrows arched and she opened her mouth slightly in a cute, sexy "Ohh?" 

He let go of her, she backed up and started to remove the outfit. He began to unzip the hidden zippers but stopped to watch. She saw him looking and just motioned to a zipper on his costume. He nodded and got back to work but he stopped again as she stepped out of the clothes. He couldn't believe how sexy she was in that outfit and how erotic it was to watch her remove it. He had hurried on the way in so he could watch her walk in one last time. Man, he wanted that butt. He had decided half way through the evening, even before their "walk" on the wild side, that he was going to get a piece of ass tonight, literally. He had watched her walk as often as he could and he had noticed that many men and even a couple of woman had watched her rear as she moved around. Part of him had liked it that they were staring at his wife, and he couldn't blame them but at the same time part of him hadn't wanted any one else to see and part had wanted to protect her from the looks. Tom knew how shy and reserve she was. Tonight being an exception, instead of being embarrassed as usual she seemed to enjoy the looks. 

Finally with her help, it took her only one quarter of the time to get out of her outfit than it did him, that included folding it neatly this time, he was out of the mummy wrap. He had been half hard all the way home with her talk about what was dripping down her thighs and he had gotten completely big before they had gotten half way up the stairs. She commented on how nice it was. He instructed her to get on her hands and knees on the bed, he wanted to make love to something he had been watching all night.

She asked in a coy way, "And what may that be kind sir?"

"Your sweet, sexy, lovely ass my dear", he said while twirling an imaginary mustache. 

She looked a little shocked that he said ass and actually he felt a bit shocked himself, it was strange saying that, even with just her, but he didn't care tonight. She smiled though and moved over to the bed, where she assumed the position. At first he could just stare at her butt and what was showing underneath it. His breathing got faster and his shaft got harder than ever for the second time tonight. He looked down at it since as he felt it get harder. Again he was sure it was bigger than normal. Maybe only by an inch or even less, but it was longer and it was also significantly wider. He would be willing to bet on it. 

He finally moved to the bed and climbed up. He scooted forward and soon had his face buried between that so erotic crack. She was groaning immediantly. Obviously she also was still horny, even after what they had done. He licked its sides and looked at her anus. God, he wanted to just jam his tongue into it right than and when he had gotten his fill to jam something else into it, but instead he withdrew from it and began to lick the cheeks. He sucked on spots, most probably leaving hickies. 

Tom licked and sucked his way down the cheeks, down the arousing slope of the bottom of her bottom and to her thighs. When he reached the right place he slipped his head in between her legs and licked the insides of her thighs right where most of his sperm had dripped to. Some glopes had been smashed as she had sat in the car but some had slide even further down as she had hurried upstairs. He sucked on them all. The first one he targeted he just clamped down his open mouth around it and sucked hard. He could feel it being drawn into his mouth. He knew what it was of course and where it had come from but he was so turned on that he wanted it all. Her cum had mixed with it and in his state it tasted delicious as well as provocative. He left behind a hicky where the first one had, he licked up the trail of white slime it had left behind as it slide. Soon he put his mouth over another one, this one was a glope that had been smashed. It was spread out larger than his mouth but he just sucked anyway. After he left anything hicky, he licked its trail. 

He continued doing that until he was done with all of the dribbles he could find. He still wanted more. He had had creampies before, but normally he just tolerated his sperm while wanting her cum. Tonight he wanted his white, oozing cum. As long as it had been inside her sweet, incredibly sexy, wet pussy and was mixed with hers that is. When he ran out of spots and slimy trails he raised himself higher so he could push two fingers into her pussy. He poked them in as far as he could get them than pulled them back out while scrapping, gently, them against the walls of her pussy. He did this three times and Becky wondered what he was doing, it felt good but it also was different, so she looked at him between her legs. She saw him pull his fingers out than, insert them into his mouth. 

He saw her look at him, smiled sheepishly and said, "It tastes good with your cum covering it."

She realized what tasted good and her mouth opened in an O. But it stayed open in a wider O when he suddenly pushed the two fingers back in and began to finger fuck her hard. All thoughts about what he was eating vanished as the thrill of what he was doing hit her. Her head swung back up as she arched her back. It felt terrific, almost as good as when he used his cock. Suddenly Becky jumped as she felt his mouth on her clit. He sucked hard. His wife groaned and bobbed her head up and down as if she was about to climax. He licked and sucked for a bit over two minutes than resumed his finger fucking.