0 comments/ 34303 views/ 9 favorites Halloween Tricks By: daddyduckett It was just another day, October thirtieth was here. A chilly day in Indiana was bringing the fall time spirit to a full. The brown leaves blew in the breeze and the apple cider was hot. At a local farm, all was quiet for now. The horses were in the stables and the heater was on in the farm house. A car pulled up and a woman got out and walked up to the door. She unlocked it and turned on the helipad lights. She zipped up her jacket and walked out as the helicopter landed. She smiled as Lara got out and walked up. "Nice to see you Lara, it has been a while." She said shaking her hand. "Yes it has, how are the horses?" Lara asked as they walked to the stables. "All tucked in for a chilly night. Your father used to visit often and made sure they were ready for racing season." She said. "Sorry I haven't made it here in a while. I've been busy getting the long forgotten riches of the world." Lara said as she walked into the stables. After her walk, she went inside and took her coat off. She said goodbye to her friend who greeted her, and went to the kitchen. She turned on the coffee maker and sat down at the table. Little did she know this Halloween weekend was going to be a trick instead of a treat. She got her coffee and went to watch television. She decided after a bit to get ready for bed. She went upstairs and stripped out of the tight out fit and slid into a nice lacy, short gown and white lacy thong. She turned off the light and fell asleep. Outside, he came to the pumpkin patch behind the barn. It was almost midnight, his girlfriend was with him. They had heard of this thing they call the evil pumpkin and wanted to check it out. They crept past Lara's house and there it was. "Come on Dave, it's cold and I'm hungry." Stacy said hiding her nice twenty year old breasts under her arms. "It's okay Stacey, just think, if we see this, evil pumpkin, we can take a pic and show it off at the college." Dave said going to the very back corner alone, Stacey stayed in the middle. Dave was looking around and heard a noise; he turned and didn't see anything. He kept going and was by the woods when it struck. A vine shot out and through his throat and pulled him into the woods. They dismembered his body and buried it. They wanted his girlfriend's sexy body and were going to get in her. Stacy looked around, he was gone. Down by her tan leather boots, the vines slowly wrapped around her ankles, unnoticed to the blonde. She went to move and they tightened and she fell back onto her ass. She sat there in her tight mini skirt, tight sweater and pink thong showing as they enwrapped her wrists and pulled her to the ground! She struggled as she felt her legs get pulled apart; she felt her skirt slowly slipping up around her skinny waist. Stacy was stuck and couldn't free her ankles or wrists from their grip. A vine popped up beside her and hooked her bra and sweater between her ample breasts. She looked in terror as it pulled and revealed her bare breasts. Her eyes widened as she felt her thong rip off and her womanhood was open. She went to scream as a vine shoved her thing into her mouth. She saw a pumpkin move towards her open legs. It was a smiling jack-o-lantern. Her eyes watched as he got to her pussy and got it in his mouth. A tongue was licking her shaved pussy and then was forcing into her. Stacy felt it going in and out and she loved it. Her cum began to flow as the pumpkin ate her out. She then felt him retreat. She looked down as the jack o lantern stood up on a vine and smiled at her. She saw a cock pop out of the vine. It was huge, about ten inches long and three inches wide. She was not that loose by any means. He didn't care as he lowered and slowly worked it into her tight pussy. Stacy had tears streaming down her cheeks as the pain was greater than she ever imagined. He was raping her with the biggest dick she had ever seen. He was also punishing the poor girl who trespassed onto his patch. She was being taught a lesson as her cum poured around the gigantic cock that was ramming in and out violently. He sucked her tits as they bounced with the rape. Sunrise was close and Stacy gave in and fainted. He finished by flooding her pussy with his orange, seeded, sperm. He pulled out and he laughed as the sperm and pumpkin seeds oozed out of her now loose pussy. They all retreated and let her go. Stacy awoke and redressed her skirt and ran off, topless. He watched as she ran crying, tits bouncing all the way to her truck. In the house, Lara got up and took a shower. She had breakfast and decided to go out for a spin in the county. She had on skin tight jeans, a tight sweater that showed her thirty four d sized rack off nicely, and her knee high leather boots. She pulled her coat on as she went outside. She looked around the farm that she hadn't seen for at least five years. She walked back and found the pumpkin patch. He saw her and realized who it was. The evil pumpkin wanted her. Lara spotted something in the vines and pulled it out. A torn bra and sweater, she looked around. She went to the barn and threw them away as she saw her friend pull in. She waved as Liz pulled up in her truck. She got out and went to Lara. "Any plans for today?" Liz asked. "Just going to go look around town, it has been a while." Lara said looking at the old truck. "Why are you driving that junker?" "Why Lady Croft, don't you realize that is a poor man's limo?" Liz said laughing, "My Benz is in the shop. I hit a deer last week, damn near totaled it out." She said. "That sucks; does the old car still run?" Lara asked looking at the garage. "Hell yeah it does! Let's go pull midnight out for you." Liz said leading the way to the garage. They pulled out the nineteen fifty nine Cadillac and it was just dusty. Black, chrome, tinted windows and if it was warm enough, drop top. Lara cracked a sly grin and got in. She said goodbye and sped off, throwing gravel and dirt as she went. Liz went to the stables and fed the horses. She was a worker and was paid well above normal. She finished and went into the office for some warm cider. She realized that the patch was not normal. She walked to the patch and looked around. She found footprints and followed them. She got to the back corner and looked around. She never realized the pumpkins had gotten so far out of hand. She turned to go to the office when a vine shot up and grabbed her long, brown hair. She screamed as it pulled her down. Liz was on her knees as the vines enwrapped her ankles and calves. They over took her arms and torso. She struggled as she felt them slip under her jacket and then her tight tee shirt. She couldn't move as they slid under her bra and around her firm, c cups. She felt her jeans get unbuttoned and pulled down showing her black panties and nice ass. She looked as her jacket, shirt and bra was torn off leaving her topless and they squeezed as her nipples hardened. "Please stop..." She begged as her panties were ripped off her hips. Her jeans were torn in two and she sat there nude. Liz looked down as her legs were pulled apart further as her pussy got more exposed. He jumped between and sucked. She closed her eyes as he ate her tasty pussy out. She was thirty, tanned and toned. Liz wasn't much for boyfriend's, the last one she had beat the hell out of her and tied her down for his friends to pay him to fuck her. The feeling she was getting from the sucking was awesome as her cum flowed fast. He drank it up. He decided it was time and began to rape her with the same cock that raped Stacy. She cried in pain as he shoved her panties in her mouth to stifle her cries. Her pussy was almost as tight as a virgin, and he loved the feeling. He pounded it in her fast then slow then stabbed it. She was still cuming as he had his way with her. Liz cried as pain shot through her tight pussy, it felt like he was ripping it into two. He sucked her tits and kept raping her as she got off over and over. With all this going on, he didn't see the car pull in. Lara ran over as he filled Liz up. Lara looked in terror as her friend and worker sat nude and raped by the pumpkin patch. Lara saw the jack-o-lantern look at her and smile. She pulled out her twin forty-fives and began shooting the vines around Liz and the pumpkin that was working his way to her. She fired and his head exploded. She aimed at the ground as they tried to tie her ankles. She stepped back and kept firing. Lara was broadsided by a large vine and knocked off balance. She fell to the left as they flew at her. She continued to fire as they enwrapped around her waist and hips and between her thighs. She saw Liz escape and run to the house. She reloaded as one got around her throat and pulled her to her back. Lara disliked this as she felt them entangle her ankles. She looked and shot the one around her throat and sat up. She felt one go down the rear of her jeans and tried to kill it as it infiltrated her pants. She got her ankles loose and then her waist. She went to move as the one rammed up into her pussy. She cried and fell on all fours as it raped her. Lara tried to shoot it; it was the last vine alive. It was deep in her pussy and was making her cum as it took her down. She flipped around and sat on her ass and it shoved deeper and rougher into her. "Damn it NO!" Lara cried as she cummed all over herself and her jeans. The vine kept up with her pussy and was making her want it. She loved the feeling as she got off over and over. She fell to her back as it continued its assault upon the tomb raider. It was sure raiding her tomb and loving every minute. The vine grew inside her and she smiled as it was close to getting off. Liz ran up and fired her shotgun as it began to fill Lara up. Lara jumped and sat up and looked to see orange cum oozing from the seam of her jeans. She looked up at Liz who had gotten dressed. "Thank you." Lara said standing up and holstering her guns. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Hurts to walk, but it's alright. How did they get you?" Liz asked as they walked to the house. "By surprise, a big vine, and I ran out of ammo." Lara said. Lara dropped her now soaked jeans and seeds fell everywhere. She tossed them to the side and took a well needed shower. This Halloween was already an adventure and it wasn't even noon yet. She got redressed in another pair of tight jeans and the same top. She went and checked on Liz who had been taking this very well. Both of them had been raped by pumpkin vines, and now the patch was destroyed. Lara now knew why she found the bra and sweater. She handed Liz a cup of hot cider and they sat on the couch for a while. It was now Halloween and so far it was going to be quite the day. Liz left for her house and Lara decided it was time for a nap. She lay down as the time passed. The farm was quiet as the fall breeze blew. The pumpkin patch was destroyed and laid in ruins. Lara was in dreamland as the town began to get busy with Halloween events. Was this the end of her day, or just the beginning? Halloween Tricks and Treats Halloween wedding anniversary leads to sexy trick and treat games. Eight years ago Miranda and Mark were married on Halloween and, taking turns on their wedding anniversary, they used that day to give one another a trick and a treat. As a trick one year, Mark sold Miranda's beloved car. Even though the car was a real jalopy, she had grown to love her 9-year-old vehicle. "Mark! Someone stole my car. It's gone," she said running outside to the driveway with him. "Sorry, baby. No one stole your car. I sold it." "You sold it? Why did you sell my car, Mark? I don't understand," she looked at him, as if he had just stabbed her in the heart. "I had to sell it." "Do we suddenly need money that desperately? I thought we were doing okay financially, she said looking at him, her big brown eyes welling up with tears, while rattling off her questions. "Did you lose your job? How am I supposed to get to work? I don't understand why you sold my car." "Calm, down, Miranda. I'm sorry, but I had to sell your car," he said again, no doubt, to prolong her misery by reinforcing her angst. "Why? Did we need the few dollars that you'd get for my old clunker of a car that badly?" She said bravely, but the tears started to rain down her pretty cheeks. "I loved my car, Mark. I've had it before we were married. It was the only thing that was all mine," she said looking at him with sad eyes, while wiping away her long, brown hair that the breeze blew in her face. He opened his arms and gave her a big hug, while wiping the tears away from her face and kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry baby, really I am, but there wasn't room in the garage for your old car and for your new car," he said smiling and pushing the garage door, remote control button to reveal her treat, a new automobile. "Happy anniversary, baby." "Oh, Mark! Happy Anniversary, honey," she said throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss and a hug. "Asshole," she said pulling away from him and punching him in the shoulder with a laugh. "Boy, you got me this time. I was so upset that someone had stolen my car that I forgot all about our anniversary and our Halloween tricks and treats tradition," she said staring at her shiny new car. "Now that I see this new car, I realize how much I hated my old car," she said with a laugh. As the anniversaries accumulated and the years went by, just as their love, emotional attachment, and dependency grew for one another, so didn't the tricks and treats grow more elaborate. To keep their sexual relationship stoked, the tricks and treats became more sexual in nature. Last year, it was Miranda's turn to give her husband a combination anniversary and Halloween trick and a treat, and she schemed the most elaborate one she ever had. Mark confessed to her over pillow talk several years before that he had a fantasy of being humiliated in front of a group of women, something that she filed away in the deep recesses of her sexy mind. He fantasized being ordered to strip naked by a mean and forceful, albeit a sexy mistress. Then, while forced to dance naked, he imagined his sexy mistress paddling his ass, until it was red raw. It was just a fantasy, of course, something he confessed to her that one time over pillow talk years ago. It was a surprisingly weird and shocking fantasy, but they had a rule that, during pillow talk, they could say anything without fear of judgment, or humiliation, or without one using whatever said against the other later. Remembering that Mark had a fantasy about being naked in a room full of women, Miranda invited six of her friends, her two sisters, and her mother to be part of Mark's trick and treat. After treating everyone to more than a few rounds of drinks, Miranda's guests were all more than agreeable to seeing Mark dancing naked and having some sexy fun with him. Seeing Mark's cock was nothing that some of her friends and sisters haven't seen already. Over the years, many of them had already seen Mark naked at a drunken pool party or two. Further, watching Mark dance naked would be nothing that the women haven't seen at a CFNM show before, when Miranda and her two sisters took their mother to a CFNM show for her 60th birthday, last year. As the guest of honor, the stripper brought Miranda's inebriated mother, Gayle, up on stage, mounted her, pulled down her panties exposing her pussy and pulled up her bra exposing her tits. He licked her pussy and sucked her nipples, before inviting her to take his cock in her mouth, which she did. Unlike how she carried on with the male stripper, Miranda hoped her mother could control herself and behave more like a mother with her naked son-in-law than the birthday woman at a stripper's show. "Well, here it is another anniversary Mark and it's my turn to give you a trick and a treat." "I can't wait," he said rubbing his hands together. "Okay, what's the trick? Let's get that over with," he said, no doubt, excited by prospect of a trick being played on him, so that he could get to what he really wanted, his treat. "Well, the trick is that you have to get naked and wear this blindfold," she said tying a blindfold over his eyes. "Okay, this sounds more like a treat than a trick to me," he said with a perverted laugh. "I like anything where I must get naked," he said quickly striping off his clothes. "Well, the treat is, if you accept me as your Mistress Miranda, after--" "Mistress Miranda. Kinky. I like this already." "Don't interrupt me, slave," she said slapping his ass with a paddle. "Oh, baby, this is a nice trick, but this is too much like a treat to me," he said with a laugh. "As your Mistress Miranda, after I'm done disciplining you, you can have me and you can do anything to me." "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" she said, "but from now on you must call me Mistress Miranda," she said slapping his ass with the paddle again. "Oh, baby. I mean, yes, Mistress Miranda." "Now that you're naked and blindfolded, slave, you must--" "Wait, Mistress Miranda," he said interrupting his mistress. "Seriously? After you're done disciplining me, I can do anything to you?" "Yes, anything slave, but only after you have obeyed my every command and only if you stop interrupting me," she said paddling his ass again. "Anal sex, Mistress Miranda?" "Maybe," she said with a laugh and a giggle and giving his ass another wallop with the paddle. "A blowjob, Mistress Miranda, where I cum in your mouth, while playing with your tits and you swallow?" "Of course, slave. It wouldn't be deemed a proper blowjob without you cumming in my mouth and me swallowing, but before us having anal sex, if you don't mind," she said with a laugh. "Oh, baby, I'm loving this Halloween anniversary trick, so much that I can't wait for the treat." "I'm glad you are, honey, I mean, slave," she said with a giggle and giving him a kiss and his cock a squeeze. "As matter of fact, just to show you what you can expect from me later, I'm going to suck your cock now, until you're nice and hard. I need for you to have an erection for what I have planned for you next," said Mistress Miranda kneeling in front of her slave and sucking his cock. She stroked his prick and cupped his balls, while sucking his cock. Mark reached his hand down and felt her breasts through her blouse and bra. "I love your big tits, Miranda," he said fingering her nipples, until he could feel them respond and push back against her clothes, as they grew more erect. "It's Mistress Miranda, slave," she said removing his cock from her mouth long enough to speak and long enough to paddle his ass, again. "Did you ask my permission to touch me?" "Permission? No, sorry, Mistress Miranda. May I feel your breasts, Mistress Miranda, while you suck my cock?" "Okay, slave, you have my permission to feel my breasts through my clothes and finger my nipples." "Thank you, Mistress Miranda," he said with a laugh. "Do you think this funny, slave? My rules are simple. I order you and you obey. Whenever you don't obey, I paddle your ass. There's nothing funny about me giving you instruction and permission," she said walloping his ass again with the paddle, this time harder. "This isn't a game, slave." "Ow," said Mark rubbing his ass. "Gees, take it easy, Miranda, I mean, Mistress Miranda, please," he said holding back another laugh. "That last whack really hurt." "Sorry, baby, I mean, slave," she said with a giggle. Then, she took his cock in her mouth again, while cupping his balls with one hand and stroking him with her other hand. "Oh, baby, I mean, Mistress Miranda, that feels so good. Suck it baby, suck my cock. Blow me, Mistress Miranda," he said putting a hand to the back of her head, while fucking her mouth. Almost immediately, he had an erection and just when he had stiffened and was hard enough to penetrate her anally and, definitely, was nearly excited enough to cum, she stopped. Once he was sticking straight out and his excitement swelled, she pulled him from her mouth. "There's one more thing, slave," she said giving him another laugh, a giggle, and a light paddle. "What?" "You have to dance and you can't stop dancing, until the music stops. Also, until I command you to cover yourself, you must remain naked. You have to be my personal and private, naked, male Go-Go dancer." "Okay, sure, Mistress Miranda. I can do that," said Mark. "I love being bossed around by you, when I'm naked," he said. "Is this the treat part of my trick and treat because this next part is just like the fantasy that I imagined having. It was a long time ago, but do you remember me telling you about my fantasy during pillow talk, Mistress Miranda? The only thing missing is a roomful of women," he said with a laugh. "No, slave, I don't remember you telling me that this is your sexual fantasy. This is my sexual fantasy, slave," she said giggling. Miranda led Mark to the family room downstairs, where her two sisters, her mother, and her six friends were sitting in a half circle facing him. With her husband so exposed to the nine women and his cock sticking straight out, everyone stared at his nakedness but were all as quiet as mice. No one wanted to ruin the moment of Mark's treat. Then, as soon as the music started playing Macho Man by the Village People, Mark started dancing. "Macho, macho man I've got to be, a macho man Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah) I've got to be a macho." With his cock bobbing, bouncing, and darting side to side, he was giving all the women in attendance quite the naked, dancing stripper show. Then, as soon as the music stopped, he stopped dancing. "You can remove your blindfold now, Mark," she said. "Surprise!" "Happy Anniversary! Happy Halloween," yelled all the women. His first involuntary reaction, of course, was to cover his cock and he did with his hand briefly, but then he took it away to take a bow. As per Mistress Miranda's instruction, he stayed naked for the rest of the evening. With Miranda's drunken friends, sisters, and even her mother being free with their hands and mouths, patting Mark on the ass, tugging at his penis, stoking him, cupping his balls, and taking him in their mouths, as he walked by them and mingled with them, he had a constant erection. Whenever his erection started to dwindle, someone stroked him or sucked him, while he felt their breasts, fingered their nipples through their clothes, and put a hand beneath their dress to feel their panty clad ass and/or pussy, while they French kissed him. By far this was the best trick and treat that Miranda had every played on him, he told her later that night over pillow talk. Had the party lasted longer, Miranda's friends, maybe even her sisters, and possibly even her mother may have had sex with her husband. Before things got out of hand, she ended Mark's treat prematurely, so that they could celebrate their anniversary in private with plenty of hot sex and even hotter pillow talk. With the memory of the trick and treat that Miranda played on him last year, still fresh in his mind, this year, it was Mark's turn to play a sexy Halloween wedding anniversary trick and treat on his wife. After he had overheard her confide her secret fantasy to her sister over a few glasses of wine, Mark arranged for the perfect trick and treat. Not even revealed to him over pillow talk, Miranda harbored a secret fantasy of being stripped naked by two men, tied to the bed, and being forced to have hot sex with them. She even imagined them slapping her when she disobeyed, all while Mark watched. Just as she fulfilled his fantasy last year, he wanted to fulfill her fantasy this year. "Honey," yelled Mark to his wife from the bottom of the stairs. "I have to go into work for a couple of hours." "Work? But it's Sunday." "I know but I need to have my project ready to show the big boss tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll only be a few hours." "Okay, sweetie. Don't be late. It's our anniversary. It's Halloween," she said. "It's your turn to give me a sexy trick and a hot, surprise treat," she said, but he was already gone. Any time he went into the office on the weekend, he was gone for hours. Sometimes the weekend was the only time he could do what he needed to do without interruption. She feared he'd be gone for hours, longer than he said he would. With her combination anniversary and Halloween potentially ruined, she feared that he wouldn't come home until very late. She was already sad that their tradition of celebrating their combination anniversary and Halloween would be forgotten with his responsibilities for his job. She should have a problem. In this economy, at least he still had a job. So many others are in dire straits and they've been virtually untouched by the economic recession. At least for the next thirty years, with all the baby boomers becoming elderly, his job as a manager of home healthcare facilities was one of the very few businesses that had experienced an unprecedented spurt in growth over the past twenty years. She heard him slam shut the front door, but she didn't hear him lock it. Because the hall floor was tiled in stone and with the high ceilings, the sound of him locking the door echoed loud enough through the reception hall that she could hear it, even when she was upstairs. It was typical of Mark to be so preoccupied with work that he'd forget about her safety and not remember to lock the front door. He's done that many times before. Always the one checking to lock the door behind him, whenever they went out for the day or every time he left for work, she always had to run down and lock the front door. A pet peeve of hers, no matter how many times she scolded him about it, it didn't matter and was something she decided to endure. Forgetful and preoccupied with other things, usually with work and his job, he was forgetful about the mundane stuff, and that was just like him to forget to lock the front door. Wasting energy, always, she walked around behind him turning off lights that he had left on, after leaving a room. With the whole house blazing with illumination and their electric bill always higher than it should be, it was nothing more than an annoying albeit endearing quality that he had and one of the reasons why she so loved him. Having heard the door slam, thinking that he went out the front door, and assuming that he forgot to lock it, she didn't know that he had doubled back in the house and crept upstairs, while she was still in the bathroom. As she walked downstairs to lock the front door, he hid himself in their bedroom closet in readiness for her trick and treat surprise. Just out of the shower, she dried herself, put her hair up in a towel, slipped in her bathrobe and slippers, and hurried downstairs to lock the front door. Not that she was worried that someone would burst through the door in the few minutes time that Mark left and she made it downstairs to lock the front door, they lived in a safe neighborhood, still, one can never be too careful today. As soon as she reached the front door to lock it, two men in ski masks opened the front door and burst inside the house. "Get out! Go away," she screamed running up the stairs. "I have a gun," she yelled. "Get her," said one man to the other. They knew that she didn't have a gun. They chased her up the stairs, caught her, and pulled her in the bedroom. With one man dragging her by the wrist, while she kicked, screamed, and tried to fight him off, she struggled to break free. "Let me go. My husband will be home any minute," she said. "Let go of me." "We've been watching you. We know your husband left for work. He'll be gone for hours," said one of the men pushing her back on the bed and holding her, while the other man tied her wrists and ankles to the bed. Still struggling to break free, one man slapped her across her face, when she resisted their touches. Immediately, she stopped struggling and remained motionlessly, while allowing them to touch and feel her body through her bathrobe. Four hands felt her breasts, caressed her ass, and cupped her pussy through the thin material of her bathrobe. "Stop! Don't! Don't you dare touch me," she protested, when they got more forceful and more invasive with their touches. "How dare you? Let me go," she said squirming and trying to free herself from her ties. "We'll hurt you, lady, if you don't give us what we want. Just relax and cooperate and we'll show you a good time," said the man that slapped her across the face. "You don't have to do this," she said. "Just take whatever you want and go. I won't even call the police to report the robbery. My jewelry box is on the dresser. Take it. You can have it all. I'm giving it to you as a gift." "We don't want your jewelry, lady." "You don't? What do you want, then?" "We want you," said the man who slapped her ass. He untied her bathrobe and paused to look at his partner in crime before looking up at her to watch the expression on her face, before splaying it open and exposing her naked body. Her face was flush. She looked afraid. She looked panicked. She looked excited. Then, slowly, as if opening an expensive package at Christmas, he opened her bathrobe, first one side and then the other. She was naked. Full C cup breasts and a brown trimmed pussy, her nipples were already erect. Was she cold, sexually excited, or both that two, masked men were about to have their sexy way with her, a long time fantasy of hers. Being so exposed to the two men and, with her wrists and ankles tied to the bed, suddenly, she was quiet. She was so afraid that she was shaking. Yet, it was obvious by her silence and in the way that she looked at the men looking at her, that she was sexually excited, too, at the same time. How could she not be afraid? What else did they have in mind to do to her besides raping her? Would they kill her, too? How could she not be excited? This was her sexual fantasy, after all. Two strange men striping her and forcing her to do whatever they wanted her to do and, if she dared disobey, they'd slap her. She was already wet, so very wet and when a man touched her where only her husband had touched her before, her sexual excitement was obvious. She was ready to do whatever she needed to do to satisfy the men, so that they wouldn't hurt her. Her raw fear is what made her fantasy so sexual and so real. Not knowing what they were to do next is what made this as frightening, as it was sensually erotic and sexually forbidden. "Please don't do this," she said feebly protesting, while ping ponging from fear to excitement. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me, okay? Please," she said her voice cracking and with her on the verge of crying. "Really, you can do to me whatever it is you want. Just don't hurt me. I'll fuck you. I'll blow you. You can even cum in my mouth. Okay?" Halloween Tricks and Treats "It's okay, honey," said Mark emerging from the closet to sit in the chair in the corner, where he could comfortably watch all the action of his wife having her trick and treat. "Mark! You asshole," she said struggling against her ties. "I really thought this was real. I was so afraid. Boy, you got me good, this time. I've never been so afraid," she said laughing her nervousness away. "Happy Anniversary, baby. Happy Halloween, doll. Trick and treat," he said with a laugh. "I hope I didn't scare you, too much, but I overheard you talking to your sister that this was your sexual fantasy, having two men tie you to the bed and have their way with you." "It was, until the reality of it seemed so real, too real, frightening, actually. Yet, even though I was afraid, I've never been so sexually aroused," she said with another nervous laugh. "I'm dripping wet with the thought of two, strange men having their sexy way with me. Who are these guys? Are they actors you hired?" "Actually, these men aren't so strange. You know the both of them," he said with another laugh. Both men pulled off their ski masks and it was Mark's friends, Tom and John. They were two men that Miranda had confessed her physical and sexual attraction for, whenever they played their sexy pillow talk game, as to which one of his friends would she do, if she could without anyone ever knowing, especially their wives. "Untie me, so that I can have some hot fun, too," she said to her captors and they did. Now, with her hands and legs free, and with her on her hands and knees ready to have some hot, sexy fun, she was just as aggressive as they were. While Tom fucked her from behind doggie style, she blew John. She was so excited that she was on fire. Mark watched his sexy wife being fucked by Tom, as she blew John. It was as much of a treat for him to watch his wife having sex with two men, as it was for her, Miranda looked like she was loving this sexy combination Halloween, anniversary treat. Mark undid his pants and pulled out his cock to stroke his excitement to a higher level, while watching his wife being sexually sated. An affair that lasted more than two hours, each man fondled one of her C cup breasts and took turns switching positions fucking her doggie style and being blown. After both men fucked her, she sucked the cock of one man, while the other ate her pussy. Then, she took turns riding each man, until they all climaxed and fell in a sweated heap. Finally, already having had multiple orgasm given to her by the two men, she took her time to reward them for their trouble. While John rested and watched, she blew Tom. She sucked his cock, until he exploded all his passion for Miranda in her mouth. Then, it was John's turn to have his sexual favors returned and she blew him, until he exploded in her mouth. Mark stayed silently in the corner watching his wife being fucked and licked, while she fucked and sucked the two men. With his cock in hand, this was just as exciting for him to watch his wife, as it was for Miranda to experience two men, neither of which, were her husband. Knowing that Mark was watching, knowing that Mark liked to watch, she made sure she gave him a show. When she was sucking whichever one of the cocks of the men, she made sure that Mark had a view of her with each of the men's cock in her mouth. Mark slowly masturbated himself the whole entire time his wife was having sex with the two men. Now that she was finished with the two men, now that the men dressed and left, it was Mark's turn. Covered in sweated passion, quickly, Miranda took another shower. Then, she and Mark gave one another a combination Halloween anniversary to remember. It was a glorious and sexually satisfying morning of having two men satisfy her in every way. Having given one another whatever they wanted and desired, the sex and pillow talk that Miranda and Mark had was the best of their marriage. After this Halloween anniversary treat and treat, Miranda would have to come up with something even better and more elaborate to make Mark's dreams and sexual fantasies come true. Maybe, next year, that is, if she could convince her sisters and her mother to agree, maybe she'll give him the fantasy he always wanted to experience. He always wanted to have hot sex with his two sexy sisters and his still sexy mother-in-law. He would love it, if she videotaped them all having sex. Wow.