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Tricked & Treated

By: LustyLovers



Part One: Tricked

"Monica, I don't feel so good."

Startled, Monica Jensen jumped and turned toward the doorway of the bathroom. Hanging onto the door jam and looking like death warmed over was Lilly Banks. Her shiny black leather covered head was hanging down loosely, and she swayed from side to side like a listing ship.

"Uh Oh Honey what's wrong?" The minute she said it, she felt stupid. It was obvious; Lilly was drunk off her ass and looking like she was going down for the count at any second. Setting aside the makeup stained cotton ball she'd just finished using, Monica quickly took one last look at her freshly scrubbed face in the small medicine cabinet mirror and headed across the bathroom. Slipping her arm around the obviously drunk girl's waist she hoisted her against her side and turning halfway around, headed down the hall to her spare bedroom located at the end of the corridor. Lilly wasn't a lot of help. Feeling quite lightheaded herself, Monica realized she'd had a few more drinks then she usually liked to consume on any given occasion; she was definitely a couple of drinks over her own enforced restriction.

Finally, feeling like it had taken her hours, they reached the bedroom. Monica managed to get the door opened and her charge deposited on the full sized bed without any mishaps. Standing here looking at her, she realized she'd have to get her out of that skintight costume. It would be downright cruel to leave her in it; if she woke up with a screaming bladder, boy oh boy, getting that off in time to do one's business would be a bitch. She considered going downstairs to get Mitch to come up and undress his girlfriend, but a feeling of uneasiness centered in the vicinity of her heart and she ditched the idea.

Mitch Rhoades, god they'd known each other forever. They'd become best friends in Junior High, two nerdy misfits with braces, pimples, and a love for math and science that none of their others classmates could ever understand. They practically lived at each others houses. She knew that both sets of parents had assumed they'd end up married someday, but the fact was, their relationship had never entered those dangerous waters. They were closer than any siblings could ever be, and she knew that to him, she was the sister that as an only child he'd never had. They told each other everything, and in the twenty years that they had known each other, their bond had grown rock solid. 

Neither one of them had ever married; numerous love affairs had come and gone, but that "special" someone had never come along for either one of them. Monica knew for her that he never would, no one could eclipse Mitch in her heart. She'd loved him since the day she stumbled into him on the threshold of Mr. Danner's Science class at the start of their seventh grade year. Her heartache when he'd grown out of his awkward stage and started turning the heads of everything female had never really dissipated, but over the years she'd gotten resigned to the fact that he'd never see her in the same lustful light that she saw him. Most of the time she was okay with that, but every so often, like now, when he dragged in a new girlfriend... 

She'd met Lilly for the first time just two weeks ago. She seemed like a heavy partier; not really Mitch's type at all. Looking at her sprawled out on the bed she had to wonder what in the world he really saw in her. Ruefully looking at the Cat Women Halloween outfit she'd poured herself into Monica thought she might know. This girl oozed sexuality. Her shock when she'd opened her door to the pair earlier this evening had yet to fully disappear. Lilly, had come in the door pulling Mitch behind her on a leash hooked to a studded black dog collar around his neck. He was wearing nothing else but a black leather loin cloth. Monica knew her shock must have shown on her face; he shrugged, and grinning slapped Lilly on her ass before saying "She made me do it." Standing there in her Raggedy Ann Costume had made Monica feel dowdy as hell. Every year she and Mitch threw a Halloween Party, this year it was her turn to host. They always invited mutual friends and co-workers. This was the first year she was unattached, so she was the odd one out for everyone else had brought a significant other. As the evening progressed, every male eye in the house had ogled Lilly at one time or another, much like every female had drooled over Mitch's over exposed body. She'd drown her sorrows in the highly spiked punch she was serving to her over lustified guests.

Sneaking away upstairs to get out of her costume and maybe wallow in a little self pity had led her to this. What should she do? Let sleeping beauty lay and swelter in that tight leather, or should she be the polite host and get her out of it? Looking down at herself, she had to laugh out loud. She'd only been able to get the makeup off her face before being interrupted. She still had her dress and pantaloons on, her head spun just a bit, reminding her that she probably needed to get downstairs and get her guests on their way and let Mitch know where Lilly had ended up. He'd been putting the punch away at a good rate too, so she had no doubt he'd be sleeping it off in here with Lilly tonight. That thought made her very unhappy. She sighed. if only... Oh well, that was never going to happen. Deciding she'd rather get Lilly out of her costume than to have risked Mitch attempting the sport, Monica set to work. This wasn't going to be easy...

Where the hell were the girls? Mitch closed the door behind the last of the departing guests, and looked around the disheveled living room. It was a mess, but he'd help Mona clean up in the morning. He knew he was too looped to drive, and had counted on the fact that he and Lilly would crash in Mona's spare bedroom. Knowing Lilly, he was sure she'd be pretty ripped by now. They were just three weeks into their relationship and he already knew she had a drinking problem; he also knew he wouldn't be with her much longer as that just wasn't his scene. It wasn't like Mona to just disappear though, especially from a party she was throwing. It wasn't in her to be rude, and she would consider not saying goodbye to her guests very rude. Mitch made the rounds in all the downstairs rooms turning off all the lights and looking into every nook and cranny making sure Lilly wasn't passed out in a corner somewhere. He figured he'd find her in the upstairs bathroom perched over the commode, or maybe even lying in the bathtub. It wouldn't be the first time. It was Mona's absence that made him fret the most. Assured that the downstairs was secure he walked somewhat crookedly to the stairway and headed up.

God, the tight leather made her feel like she'd been melted and molded into this thing. Standing in front of the vanity admiring herself in the mirror, Monica had to admit she looked damned good in this outfit. It had taken her forever to get it off the passed out Lilly, but once she had, the temptation to try this outrageous costume on had gotten the best of her. She'd never dare wear something like this out in public as she didn't consider herself the sexy type. She wasn't ugly or anything, in fact she was kind of pretty. She just didn't have the sex kitten attitude to pull something like this off. And who in their right mind would want to struggle in and out of this thing more than once? It had been complicated to figure out; getting it off Lilly had been a royal pain in the ass. It was like a flight suit, you had to step into the legs, pull it up and struggle into the full length arms, then fit the headpiece over your head, tuck in your hair and hope like hell when you went to zip it up that it fit. It had, perfectly. 

The cat eared top piece came down to cover half of her face, leaving only her mouth and chin visible. Looking back over her shoulder at the passed out Lilly, Monica realized for the first time that their looks were somewhat similar; same colored green eyes, short red tinted hair, and even the same body types. The gently oval shape of their faces was eerily alike as well. Grinning and studying her face more closely in the mirror, Monica bet she could traipse right downstairs and no one would be the wiser. Of course she wouldn't, she'd never have the nerve, but it was a fun idea. Which reminded her again that she'd better get changed and back to the party before people started leaving. Her friends must be wondering where she was by now.

Gathering up her lame Raggedy Ann Halloween fare, pantaloons and all, she decided to just go to her room and quickly change. She slipped out of the spare bedroom and hurried down the hall past the bathroom and was just easing open her bedroom door when she heard a voice behind her.

"Lil?"

Jamming her arm through the semi opened door Monica tossed her costume in, jerked her arm back and slammed the door before turning guiltily around. Mitch was at the top of the stairs a couple of yards away looking at her.

"What are you doing?"

Not knowing what in the world to say, Monica just shrugged.

"Have you seen Mona?" Mona was Mitch's pet name for Monica; he'd called her that from day one. 

Embarrassed, confused, not wanting to get discovered, Monica pointed to the spare bedroom. Mitch frowned while looking at who he thought was Lilly; she was acting odd as hell. None of this was making a bit of sense. Looking down the hall towards the other bedroom he tried to get his slightly inebriated brain to wrap around what he'd been told.

"Is she okay?"

Monica shook her head quickly, and raising her voice a couple of octaves in order to attempt to imitate Lilly's shriller tones croaked, "She's asleep."

Mitch took a step towards her, confusion evident on his face.

"She's asleep in the guest bedroom?"

Again Monica nodded her head; she was now on the brink of a full blown panic attack. What the hell had she gotten herself into? 

Mitch shook his head trying to clear out the cobwebs. He thought about Mona's behavior this evening. She hadn't seemed very happy now that he thought about it, and he had seen her heading to the punchbowl more than a few times. Maybe she'd gotten drunk, although he'd never known her to do that, but hey, strange shit happened sometimes. She must have come upstairs and somehow ended up in the wrong room. Maybe he should go check on her? Looking back to Lilly he wondered if she was as drunk as he'd assumed she'd be. She wasn't acting like it; she was acting weird, but not drunk weird. She was just standing there as still as a statue staring at him. Hell, he hoped she wasn't about to go off on another jealous tangent over Mona. Lilly couldn't understand their friendship, in reality not many of his girlfriends ever did. That was why he'd let her bully him into this ridiculous costume tonight, what there was of it anyway. While she looked fucking fantastic in hers, he'd felt like a damned fool trooping around in his loincloth. In fact, as he looked at her now he thought she looked even better than she had earlier. His cock suddenly did an instant replay of its reaction to her this afternoon, which not surprisingly had ended up being one of their better fucks. Lilly was hot in bed, but he'd had hotter. She had aversions to particular acts that he found almost a necessity, and he knew that sooner or later it was going to present a problem. He was too orally inclined, both giving and receiving, to go without it for very long. And since she'd stated to him that she'd NEVER done that for any guy and she wasn't starting now, he'd refrained from asking. It had been hard, but as anally oriented as she was, he'd felt that made up for it somewhat. Looking again at the shadowy bedroom door down the hall he thought maybe he'd sneak a peek at Mona later. Right now he had a pussy-cat to conquer, and she wasn't speaking. That was always a sign she was pissed. He'd kiss her and make her start purring. His cock throbbed at the idea as he stepped towards her.

Monica was in a hot debate with herself and her mind was going a million miles a second. She watched her best-friend look at her then towards the other bedroom and knew he'd head off down there to check on her. As he looked back at her, she saw his eyes go over her body slowly. Oh shit, what was he thinking? Okay, it was time to confess. She would just tell him the truth, they'd both get a good laugh out of it, and she'd send him down the hall to Lilly. But before she could utter a single word, he stepped closer to her and whispered, "Here kitty, kitty." His voice was low and intense, his eyes gleaming in the darkness like a nocturnal predator. Monica panicked, turned, grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and rushed inside, but he was fast. Grabbing her tail he halted her mid step; He chuckled and slowly pulled her backwards. She was at a loss for words and ideas, she'd never do anything in the world to hurt or embarrass him but she didn't know what in blue blazes she was going to do now. When Mitch had pulled her back flush to his chest he dropped her tail, wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his lips into Monica's neck. She thought she was going to faint. Her head spun, she felt dizzy and disoriented. This was a scene out of the many fantasies she'd woven around them over the years, not the costumes of course, but just being held like this by him.

"This outfit drives me wild." His voice was strained, almost hoarse; she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. A germ of a naughty realization was growing in Monica's mind. He truly thought she was Lilly. Maybe if she was very careful she could fulfill a few dreams tonight, and no one would ever know any different. Lilly was wasted, she'd never remember anything. Mitch was pretty mellow also, if she could get him to sleep afterwards... maybe, just maybe. But did she dare? What if he noticed a difference? There was no way she could take off this costume; she tried to remember if Lilly had any scars or birthmarks, but she couldn't, she just hadn't paid that much attention. But they were lovers and he'd know her body, right? The only light in the room was coming from the hallway and the single window beside the bed. If she got him all the way in here and closed the door then they'd only have the moonlight, which really wasn't bright at all, and they'd be cloaked in shadows. 

Monica's heart was beating like a drum. She was fighting indecision when Mitch reached up, cupping her leather clad breasts, finding her excited nipples already fully extended. She hadn't realized that she was so aroused; the sensations caught her off guard and she moaned to herself. That made up her mind. Fuck it, this was a perfect opportunity, and she wasn't going to blow it. If it blew up in her face she'd deal with the consequences later. She'd just have to be careful. Slowly turning in Mitch's arms she looked up into his smoldering blue eyes. Without even thinking about it her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, and she pulled him down to savor their first kiss. His lips were hot, smooth, enticing; she opened her mouth and licked around his bottom lip before letting his taste totally consume her. She thought she felt the muscles in his neck stiffen for just the tiniest moment before he wrapped her in tight and devoured her.

Something wasn't right here. Mitch was trying to think, but Lilly was kissing him into a state of oblivion. The eyes, something was different. The expression was one he'd never seen in those green depths before, and her taste, that was different too. What was going on? He wished he could get his mind out of his cock, but it wasn't possible at the moment. This kiss was like a fiery inferno, drawing him in deeper and deeper. He gave up pondering and just let himself go. Her tongue was silky. Entwined with his, they'd go from his mouth to hers, each following the other. Mitch loved to kiss, and he could do it for hours. Lilly never liked to indulge in that much, but she sure was into it now. He could hear the little whimpers in the back of her throat, deep and sensuous. Usually they were almost shrill, and even grated on his nerves somewhat. But not these, which were more like smooth warm brandy. He knew something didn't add up, but his brain wasn't able to filter anything right now.

This was getting out of control. Monica knew she had to do something now, or she'd fall to her knees and beg Mitch to fuck her into next year. She also knew that the minute she opened her mouth the gig would be up. Pulling away she gently disentangled herself from his embrace and backed up a step. He tried to grab her again, but she held up a palm and stopped him. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she had to shut that damned door. It'd just be her luck for the real Lilly to stumble out into the hall looking for the bathroom or something, and wouldn't that be a royal cluster fuck? Walking unsteadily around Mitch, Monica carefully pushed the door closed. The room became much darker; she'd left the hall light on, so there was a slice of light trying to reach under, but it didn't penetrate into the darkness very much. Ironically, the moonlight coming in the window right beside her bed made that area of the room the brightest. Mitch turned and reached toward her, but she backed away again even deeper into the shadows away from the bed. He grunted, totally disgruntled, before turning and making his way to the bed and sitting on the end of it.

"Lilly...?" His voice was definitely strained. He tried looking into the shadows where she stood, but could barely make out her cattish outline. "Baby is something wrong?" He was flabbergasted, they'd just shared what was probably one of the most passionate kisses he'd ever experienced in his life, and yet she was acting odd as hell, and totally out of character. Usually by now she'd be all over him, wanting to be fucked as bad as he wanted to fuck her. He heard her clear her throat, and something in the way she did that made bells go off inside his head. That sound was very familiar, but it wasn't a Lilly sound. He had to think. He squeezed his eyes shut, something was lurking around the edges of his consciousness but he still was in a semi drunk horny laden haze. Things just weren't quite coming together. Shadows shifted and he watched as his leather clad lover stepped out of the darkness and made her way toward him. He wasn't sure what he expected; more than likely she'd been playing and he'd find himself tackled in a minute. He braced himself to catch her, but the tackle never came. Instead, she slid to her knees in front of him, pushed his legs apart and wiggled in as close as she could get, slipping her arms around his waist as she snuggled the side of her face against his stomach.

Monica was so scared she was trembling; she hoped Mitch couldn't feel it. Standing there in the shadows she'd almost chickened out, and now she felt guilty. She'd never lied or deceived him in any way before and it just felt wrong to do it now. Then she heard his voice and all the old longing and dreams came crashing down on her. She wanted this so much, but she knew she couldn't let him make love to her. He was bound to notice the difference, but there was always other ways to make love. Her lips tingled and her mouth actually watered just thinking about it. Before she could lose her nerve she went to him.

His sexy cat was shaking, and he could feel her whole body moving with it. Mitch debated asking her if she was cold when she shifted and her warm lips skimmed across his belly, followed by her tongue. He was so surprised that when she placed her palm on his chest and pushed he didn't resist but laid straight back on the bed. With his legs hanging over the side and her between them his mind was going all over the place. This was the big taboo. Lilly didn't let herself get in this position. So what was she up to? Dare he hope she'd finally decided to explore this possibility? It didn't seem likely. But he'd wait and see where she was going with this. Hands lightly stroked and then kneaded his thighs. He felt warm breath on his lower abdomen this time, and realized she was placing wet little kisses all over the area. Any rigidity his cock might have lost came rapidly flooding back. He throbbed almost uncomfortably under his leather confinement. She kissed and she licked, and nuzzled her nose into his belly button while her hands continuously moved freely over his thighs. His cock became his universe as he waited for some kind of contact there. He found himself breathing harder and harder as he waited and waited. The touch, when it finally came, was almost hesitant, a fleeting caress. Mitch groaned, there was no way he could have stopped himself. 


Tricked and Treated



My husband, Adam, and I, we share something. Something special. Something intimate. Something real. I give him everything I have. I worship him and love him. I am a kept woman and over the years he has trained me, taught me how to be a better woman and in return he's a better man. I deserve him and he, he deserves me. 

Some people would call me a trophy wife. However, I don't like that term. You could classify me as a homemaker on most days. Yes, I do wear pearls sometimes when I cook dinner. I like to give myself that 1950's housewife look. I've been told I'm a catch and that I'm gorgeous. But to me, a trophy wife is some ditzy blonde with breasts their hubbies bought for them. I enjoy being on my husband's arm, but just because I'm pretty, it doesn't mean I'm just a trophy. I prefer the term prize. 

I don't work, as my husband is a lawyer, who recently made partner at the age of thirty-four. We live several steps above comfortably in a nice home in the heart of suburbia. He could be considered a work-a-holic, but I find him to be ambitious. It's sexy. 

I spend my days running errands and taking care of things at home. He gave me my art room as a gift when we first married, my place to escape reality and be creative. I've spent hours in that room, getting covered in oil paints and sketching. But I wouldn't call it a job, more of a hobby.

When we first started dating, I was twenty-two. I worked as a bartender at a trendy place nearby the campus he attended for law school. Adam, at twenty-six, was in his last semester for his Juris Doctor. 

After a few hours of here and there flirting, he asked for my phone number and I turned him down. He was handsome, tall with dark hair and eyes that gave him a mysterious look. Looking back, he was quite kind that night, but I was edgy. It was fraternity guy paradise and being hit on over and over can make a girl turn anyone down. Lucky for me, he was persistent. The next week, he came back and told me that he knew there was something special about me, he couldn't place it yet, but he had to find out what it was. 

As we began dating, I fell quickly in love with him. He was strong mentally and physically. He treated me like an absolute princess. He was stable. He had a career lined up and a whole life ahead of him. He was and still is a truly desirable man. Not to mention, the fantastic sex we had. His cock is just perfect, with prodigious length and girth. It has the same thickness as three of my fingers.

He trained me and I practiced with him, learning how to take the entire length down my throat. Over time, I've become an expert with his cock and he yearns for no other mouth wrapped around his flesh. 

I am devoted to him, and he to me. 

What I really adore about my husband is his dominance. That part of our relationship started off simple. He'd tie my wrists to the bedposts and I'd turn into a silly slut and scream for him to use me. By the time we married three years later, he had hung me from a rafter by my wrists and he whipped me with his flogger. 

I've always had a fascination with pain and being with Adam has allowed me to explore those hidden desires more than I could have ever imagined. I love how after he whips me I have welts and marks I can wear proudly. Even though he hurts me, sometimes he even makes me bleed, it is then that I know how much he loves me. After he's whipped me, he unties me and lays me down carefully. When he applies the salve to my skin rubs the cramps out of my muscles, I know he loves me. He brings me back to health and kisses my sweaty face. He tells me how beautiful I am when I'm still trembling. 

Most people wouldn't understand. Honestly, I don't blame them. Adam told me he's always known how he was supposed to be. He's a man who needs to be in control. He needs that power. I, on the other hand, had little thoughts here and there. I was curious. When I met my husband, he brought it out of me. I had buried all those thoughts and desires inside myself, thinking I was weird. 

I confessed my feelings to him about a year into our relationship; he listened and told me he understood. He had already been working me in, getting more out of me. I told him I wanted more, that I wanted to go further. I wanted him to push me, both mentally and with painful beatings that aroused me so much. From that day, he has done nothing but go forward. He's a truly wonderful man.

We put up a good front. I'm a devoted wife and he's an amazing husband, but most people don't see passed that glittery exterior. But tonight, tonight was Halloween. While most people dress up as something they are not and women use the holiday as an excuse to be sluts and wear stockings, tonight Adam and I are going to be ourselves. Tonight, our posh and conservative friends are going to get a peek into our lives. I am going to be myself, my submissive self, and that makes me fucking hot.

I returned from my shower, wrapped loosely inside my white silk robe with an ample amount of cleavage visible. I had finished doing my auburn hair in loose ringlets sitting on my chest. My makeup was very slutty, smoky black eyeliner with dark gray shadow outlining my bright blue eyes. My plump lips were colored fuck me red, smeared over with gloss. I'm lean, I take care of myself and I have what Adam calls, "delicious curves."

I looked at my husband sitting on our bed, his lips turned into a smile and his dark, always-stern, eyes looked me over. He nodded praise that I had met his standards. 

He stood up, his strong frame dominating me. He wore a three-piece pinstripe suit, black shirt and solid red silk tie. From his front pocket hung a fake ID badge that read: "Meadow Fields Psychiatric Hospital, Dr. Adam Jorgensen, Psychiatrist." The badge was complete with a picture I look of him in a lab coat and a security barcode.

After he stood, I ran my fingers over the badge and smiled softly, "You look handsome, Dr. Jorgensen."

His fingers traced my collarbone and pushed my robe off my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts and red lines that marked me as his. "You will be as beautiful as always, Madeline," he said as he finished undressing me.

I stood still and let him look over my body. His strong hands traced my large breasts, over my healing wounds, and trailed down over my belly and wide hips to my bare cunt. I spread my legs at his demand and he checked my waxing job from earlier this afternoon. He cupped my mound and slipped is fingers between my smooth lips. I kept my hands at my side as he inspected me, letting him have control, examining both my lean legs for their softness.

He stood back up, "Are you going to be my perfect patient tonight, Madeline?" he asked, his dark eyes burning into mine.

"Yes, sir," I replied with a shiver of excitement.

"Very good. I have a surprise for you," he said and turned to the bed and picked up a pink bag from my favorite lingerie store. 

My face lit up and I beamed up at my husband. "A surprise? Darling, you shouldn't have," I gushed, giddy with delight.

He chuckled and pulled out a shiny lavender silk thong, a miniscule piece of lingerie. I eyed it and noticed the white embroidery around the sides that made it look extra fancy. He squatted down, pulling up a bit on his slacks. He held the panties open for me to step into. 

When I looked down I saw a shiny bullet size piece of metal placed against the crotch. I put my hands on his shoulders and he pulled my panties up my soft legs. He set them delicately around my hips and adjusted the crotch so the metal sat against my clitoris. It was cold now, but I was sure that wouldn't be the case much longer. 

"Are you excited, Madeline?"

I nodded fast with a giant smile on my face, "So very excited, Adam. I can't wait." 

I watched him, squatting in front of me. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a little remote. He showed it to me and hit one of the buttons it. The little bullet inside my panties came to life. It vibrated at full blast and I let out a shocked moan, catching myself from a fall on his shoulders. Just as fast as it started, he turned it off. 

I blinked my eyes and shuddered for a moment, "Oh goodness," I said with an exasperated sigh, "Dr. Jorgensen, you really have this planned out, don't you?"

My husband stood up and kissed my cheek, "I always have everything planned," his voice was cocky in a teasing sort of way. 

He clipped the small remote to the vibrator on the outside of his shirt cuff, against his wrist. He brought out a lavender bra that matched the panties and I held my arms out, letting him dress me. 

I enjoy that he picks out my clothes and when he dresses me. People might say that I lost myself because of this. But I don't think that's the case. I think giving up your choices in simple things like what clothes I'm wearing today, shows that I trust him and that I want to please him. I haven't lost my free will or myself. It is a conscious decision I make everyday to let him have that control. Completely different things the way I see it. 

My husband reached his hands behind me and hooked my bra. I leaned forward letting my breasts settle into the lavender cups, outlined in white. The bra pushed them up and gave them an extra "umph" they really didn't need. He turned to the bed where he had laid out my costume. 

I was to be a patient in a psych ward taken out for a night under the supervision of my psychiatrist, complete with a straitjacket. The costume was the length of a very short dress, colored light gray. It opened across the front in a slight diagonal line and closed with a zipper and black buckles for extra restraint. The sleeves were longer, enough extra length to strap my arms down with my hands hugging myself. On the floor sat a new pair of heels. They were six-inch platform stilettos, black patent leather, with a strap across the top of the foot and a thick one around the ankles.

Adam held my shoulders and I turned under his will and let him nudge me down onto the bed. He kneeled in front of me picking up the right shoe and I slid my foot inside, settling in under the strap. I wiggled my freshly pedicured toes, admiring the black with white tip "halloween-ie" style paint job against the black leather strap across my foot.

He's always precise, and the way he clasped the ankle strap closed was just that. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny little padlock, hooked it into the thick black strap and locked it closed. He performed the same actions on my left foot. I watched him move his large hands and softly run his fingers over the bones in my feet. I wouldn't be able to take off my shoes without him. This was another way he could manage me tonight.

He helped me up, holding my hands and pulling my body off of the bed. I towered up to nearly six feet tall in these clunky heels. My husband still loomed over me but only by a few inches now. I wobbled for a moment at first, taking my time to regain my balance in shoes that felt like stilts. I had worn stilettos like this before, but there's always an adjustment involved. 

Adam didn't waste any time and picked the straitjacket up from the bed. The buckles and zipper were undone. He came around behind me and I slipped my arms inside. The fabric was a bit itchy, but nothing I wouldn't get used to. I stood still and watched my husband come around in front of me. He hooked the zipper into itself on the bottom, the hem left a small triangle peek at my thigh. The skirt part of my costume sat high on my thighs and tight around my legs and ass. He zipped me in but left the top open in a v-neck. He carefully folded the top open on both sides forming a collar, giving a tasteful view of my cleavage and red lines peeking out on my chest.

"Oh, that makes me look like I've hurt myself," I noted softly, looking at the healing welts across my breasts.

"That's why you're in a straitjacket," he chuckled. "You can't control yourself and need me to keep you in line." 

He started with the middle strap and pulled it closed, tight around my waist. He was silent as he worked, the sleeves hung down far past my hands. He buckled the four other straps down my chest and stomach, pulling each one tight, showing off my generous, womanly curves. 

I lifted up my hands, still free before being strapped in. "May I touch you one last time?" I asked softly. He nodded and I smiled, "Thank you." I lifted my hands with my fingers sneaking out from under the cuffs of the jacket. I ran my fingers over his well-kept brown beard, looking at his face, "I love you more now than ever."

"I love you, Madeline. You are my perfect wife. I can't wait to show everyone how obedient and well kept you really are," he said. I watched his dark eyes twinkle before he closed them. Then he dropped a gentle kiss onto my lips. 

He pulled back and took my hands off his face, placing my arms how he wanted. My left arm went on the bottom with my right folded neatly on top, my forearms just under the strained curve of my tits. 

"You ready?" my husband asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

Adam came around behind me and I held my hands in place. He strapped in the left sleeve first, buckling it down across the back, my hand hidden inside, and then the right. I wiggled around to make sure I was strapped in properly and he came back around in front of me to watch. A deviant smile appeared on his lips upon seeing me confined. 

"Remember Madeline," he stroked my face with the back of his palm, "remember your role tonight. Nothing is done without my permission and you never leave my side. Don't speak unless spoken to. Be a good girl tonight, and I will repay you tenfold this evening."

I rubbed my cheek against his hand, my cunt was already tingling with the anticipation I had for the evening. The vibrator against my clitoris, being completely dependent on my husband tonight, the ability to be open about how we really were; it all was just about to boil over, and we haven't even left yet. 

I responded simply, devotedly, "Yes, sir."

I waited patiently when he went over to the dresser to collect his keys and wallet. He put his arm around my hip and led me out of our bedroom. We walked slowly so I could gather myself, learning to walk without the use of my arms. I leaned against him, using his support. I saw Adam grin out of the corner of my eye; I knew he was already enjoying this as much as I was. 

We left through the front door, passing our jack-o-lanterns and a giant bowl of candy we left out for the trick-or-treaters. He helped me into his black Maserati and buckled my seatbelt. I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to get comfortable. With these sky-high heels on, my knees came up high in front of me, and leaned in towards each other just a little. 

We drove to the party in mostly silence; I rested in my seat watching the scenery of houses pass by. My husband teased me, tickling my available inner thigh, almost touching the silk of my panties then pulling away just before. I kept my mouth closed and whimpered inside myself as he touched me; my knees came further apart, silently begging him to go further. However, he chose not to give that to me. 

He parked on the street, a little ways down from the house. The street was already lined with other expensive imported automobiles. He came around to my side and helped me out, holding onto my upper arms while I tried to stand. I saw another couple, the woman dressed as Cinderella and the man as Prince Charming. Adam and I both chortled upon catching sight of them. 

"I think we might be a bit out of place," I whispered as we walked up the sidewalk, my husband's arm around me, helping me walk.

"Never. It's Halloween. Nothing is ever out of place." 

My palms started to sweat inside the jacket sleeves and I rubbed them against the fabric. We approached the front door of a large upper middle class home. It was beautiful, but it had been built quickly during a massive housing-boom in the area. 

Adam knocked heavily on the door and a moment later the hostess, Jennifer, greeted us. For the evening she was a slut nurse. Her purchased tits made the vinyl-like material stretch and it barely covered her body. I might look crazy, but at least I'm not almost naked.

"Good evening Adam and Madeline," she smiled a bubbly blonde greeting. 

"Dr. Jorgensen," Adam said, extending his right hand, his left still holding me close to him. "And this is my patient, Madeline. We are on very strict rules this evening from the facility. But this is her favorite holiday, so we are making an exception."

Jennifer threw her head back in a laugh upon seeing me. She snorted for a few times before letting us in the doorway, "You're really in character aren't you?"

Adam kept cool, as I stayed on his side as we walked in together, "I don't know what you're talking about, Nurse Walcott," he said with a wink. 

"Well doctor, just so you know, the bar is in the lounge and the restrooms are the second door on your left down that hallway. If you two need anything at all tonight, don't hesitate to ask me or Gerald," Jennifer said.

"Thank you, ma'am," Adam courteously replied. 

I nodded my head to say thank you, keeping my mouth sealed shut.

All sorts of characters surrounded us. Fred and Wilma Flintstone stood against the bar, chatting with Rainbow Brite and what I would have guessed was Willy Wonka. The Mad Hatter was hitting on Little Red Riding Hood next to the fireplace. A slutty Girl Scout and Benjamin Franklin flirted over chips and dip not too far away. 

"I have to say hello to a few people," Adam said, leading me through the crowds. 

I carefully walked at his side, one foot in front of the other, which made my hips sway seductively. I spotted Cinderella again, she laughed like she had been drinking for hours already, chortling loud into the lounge. Her drink was only half empty. Her prince didn't seem so pleased.

We got looks from other guests as we made our way into the party. Adam politely said hello to the people who greeted him. I suddenly felt like I was on display, eyes of men and women staring at me. I wondered what they thought upon first glance. Did they think this was just a game or maybe something that had gone too far?

Adam led me to the corner of the lounge and stepped up to a group of men, all in their late thirties and older. My husband was easily the youngest. I kept my eyes down when he stopped, still hearing the voices of the other guests talking about me. I couldn't understand their comments, but their attention made the corner of my lips rise up in a smirk. 

My husband held me close, keeping his hand on my hip. He greeted the four men and introduced me politely, "Gentleman, this is Madeline."

I raised my eyes and blushed, seeing them look at me. I felt shy and spoke quietly, "Nice to meet you."

One of the men, dressed as a pirate, patted Adam's back. "You told us she wasn't bad to look at. But I didn't think you meant you couldn't look away," he said then laughed.

I nuzzled up against my husband, using him as protection.

"I just got lucky," Adam said. He squeezed my hip roughly; it made me squeak.

The pirate laughed and took a swig of his scotch. "So why is she all strapped in, does she cause herself harm?" He peered at Adam's ID badge, "Does Meadow Fields have a lot of other patients? I might be interested in one, ar har har."

I stayed quiet, as instructed, though this man was slightly humiliating me. 

The pirate's eyes went back to me as Adam spoke, "This one is a special patient. She's pretty, but see these marks right here," Adam ran his finger along the thickest red line on my chest, "if she's alone and not strapped up, she goes into episodes and doesn't stop until she makes herself bleed."

I watched the pirate's eyes go wide as he looked at my marks. Pride filled me to the core. He probably assumed it was makeup, but instead he was looking at my devotion to my husband. 




Tricked and Treated



Adam brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes and looked down at me, "Are you thirsty, Madeline?"

My mouth was dry and I nodded, and then spoke softly, "Yes, sir."

He brought me over to a chair, just a few steps to the right. He sat me down, "Be a good girl and wait here," he said.

I straightened out my back, sitting up and crossing my legs. The tiny skirt rode up my thighs and I wanted to pull it down. The only thing I could do by myself was keep my legs closed. I watched my husband walk over to the bar, stopping along the way for another short chat. He's a popular guy, I'm used to it.

I waited patiently and silently. My eyes darted around, checking out everyone's costumes. Suddenly the little vibrator on my panties came to life. Soft at first, tickling my clit. I bit my lip and closed my thighs tighter together. I looked at Adam, engaged in conversation. I stared at him and purred inside my chest. 

I saw him flick his middle finger down to his wrist and the vibrator started pulsing. It alternated between strong and soft pulses, making me squirm in my seat. My body grew warm with the little pleasures. The vibrations grew stronger and quicker against my clit and my breathing became staggered. People started looking at me as I fought the urges growing inside me.

My eyelids fluttered shut and my teeth gritted together. I uncrossed my legs and kept my knees closed together, ankles apart. I began humping the seat cushion, rubbing my pussy in circles against it. The vibrator was steadily teasing me. My breath ragged and my chest pressed against my straitjacket. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I must have looked like a squirming mess. My arms struggled against their restraints. 

"Oh God," I whispered in a moan, "Oh my God."

The vibrator stopped suddenly and my eyes flashed open. Pairs of eyes were all over me. I panted, catching my breath for a moment, looking for my husband. I saw him smile at me from the bar. I blushed from embarrassment, guests gawking at me. As my tantrum ceased, they went back to their conversations, blowing me off as just being silly. 

Then it started again. This time the vibration was a strong, heavy, steady buzz, pressed directly on my clit. I squealed and shuddered. I fell back into my chair and fought to keep my eyes open even though they fluttered rapidly. I humped the seat even harder, rubbing myself against it. My panties grew wet with my fluids. My mouth hung open with heavy breaths. I tried to keep control of my actions but it was too much. My knees buckled together, fighting to open. My back arched against the chair and my toes curled against the platforms of my shoes. 

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I whispered in an unsteady tone, sealing my eyes shut.

I could feel the people staring. I could feel their eyes digging into me. I could hear their mocking tones but was unable to make out what they said. This only made the sensations flow deeper. 

My husband had me on display and I couldn't help but give in. My heart raced. My sex overflowed with heat. Pulses of orgasmic bliss flowed through my body, soaking the silk of my panties. My feet dragged along floor in rhythmic ticks that was brought on by my quivering legs. My chest was hot and I could feel the heat radiating from my welts. My jaw quaked in a pleasurable chatter. 

My eyes flicked open when I felt Adam wrap his arms around me. His strong arms squeezed me, bringing me back to reality, shaking me awake. The vibrator still buzzed against me, and I panted, my arms fought against their restrictions in sudden awareness. My husband cooed me and petted my head. My eyes closed again and I still jerked in his embrace when the stimulation on my clit, slick with my juices, became too much against my sensitive genitalia.

"Maddie, Madeline... Sshh," he whispered lovingly. "Relax... Relax, baby." His voice was heavy, deep and soothing. 

His hand held my face, pressed against my flushed cheek. He turned off the toy sometime then. My breathing calmed, my muscles still feeling aftershocks, aching for more.

I heard a frantic woman's voice, "Is she okay?" she shrilled. 

Adam kept his arms around me, holding me tight and rocking me. There was fire between my legs and a heat that radiated from me. 

My heart slowed, hearing Adam speak, "Yes ma'am," he stroked my forehead; it was sticky, rising up with a thin layer of sweat. "She has these... episodes. They pass, sorry for worrying you." 

He turned his attention back to me, "Madeline, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. Relax honey and just breathe. Can you open your eyes?"

I took a deep stuttering breath. My head rested against his chest. I blinked my eyelids open and looked up into his dark eyes. I saw his adoration for me in them.

People around us talked, some, I'm sure caught on to our charade. Others, I thought, probably only saw me acting in character. I heard chuckles and snorts, but in my husbands embrace I felt safe. 

Adam let go of me with one arm, still keeping my body pressed tight against him. My eyes were glazed over and I saw him, fuzzily, bring a drink to my mouth. "Drink," he said. 

I opened my mouth around the thin cocktail straw, using my tongue to flick it into my mouth before closing my lips around it. I sucked the delicious liquid into my mouth, Crown Royal and Coca-Cola. My senses evened out to almost normal as I drank, wetting my mouth. I still felt warm and didn't dare raise my eyes to see the look on everyone's faces, yet. 

Adam took the drink away and set the empty glass on a nearby table. "Can you stand?"

I swallowed and blinked my eyes against the strands of hair that stuck to my glistening forehead. "Yes, sir," I replied. 

Then my husband helped me up to my feet, propping me up on my wobbly legs. I leaned against him for balance. Once again he took me to him willingly. 

Adam took me around to more crowds of costumed people, introducing me as his patient. He teased me with the vibrator off and on, making me twitch and fall against his side, though it was never enough to make me orgasm again. 

I felt embarrassed, well maybe, but not really. I liked how he was controlling me, keeping my cunt soaked through the evening, keeping my womanhood warm. At his will, my toes curled in my shoes and my knees came together. I wasn't completely obvious; the edge had been taken off with the orgasm I had experienced recently. 

As we were conversing with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Adam put his hand on my upper arm and pulled me away. We went down the hall to the restroom the hostess had pointed out. My arms started aching from being pulled so tight, however, I never complained. My husband brought me into the little powder room. It was tiny, but large enough for us to fit together, almost comfortably. 

We squeezed inside and Adam looked at me, "Do you need to pee?" he asked.

I shook my head, "No, sir."

Adam smiled, "Very good... Let me see what I've been doing to you," he said. He lifted the skirt of my costume up over my hips.

I looked to the side, seeing myself in the mirror. My skirt bunched over my hips and soft purple silk outlined the bottom of my hipbones. I watched as my husband's hand closed over my mound, rubbing my wet panties against my flesh. My eyes closed and I whimpered softly against his touch. He held me firmly between my thighs, massaging my pussy through my panties, the silk gathering more of my juices. 

His mouth was against my ear. I could hear his heavy breath and his coarse voice clearly, "You're soaked." He pulled my panties to the side, tucking them into the crease between my thigh and vagina. He traced his fingers against my folds and his lips kissed my earlobe between words, "Madeline, you're so fucking hot. You looked an absolute delight orgasming in front of all our friends." 

I fell back into the corner as he touched me. My cunt was helpless under his care. I lifted my foot and propped my heel against the sink, spreading my leg open, knocking my knee against the door. I moaned and whimpered, feeling my husband's fingers smear my nectar over my clit and apply just enough pressure to make my legs tremble. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. Connecting with him as my face crinkled and my lips quivered. 

Adam pressed two thick fingers inside my hole. I sighed as he drug them against my smooth walls. The sound my cunt made was so slutty, I was leaking. He pulled his fingers back out, still hooked into shape. He brought them in front of my face; they were shiny and slick, coated with my fluids.

I opened my mouth and Adam smeared my juices on my lips before pushing them inside my mouth. I sucked my flavor from his fingers, rubbing my tongue against them and dragging my lips up and down between his knuckles.

"Do you taste good?" he asked, watching me suck his fingers like his cock.

I nodded and mumbled, "Yes, sir," with his fingers still in my mouth. 

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I licked my lips getting every bit of my cunt juice from them. I watched Adam pull up a bit on his slacks and then kneel down before me. I dropped my head back against the walls and looked at the mirror. My legs were spread wide, so filthy and slutty. My husband's head diving into my cunt. This would be a visual that would stick with me. 

Adam's mouth fed on me, devouring my pretty bald pussy. His tongue drug against my pink lips and flicked against my clit. I felt his beard scratching against my soft flesh. His tongue and mouth greedy for every morsel of me. I purred and fought to keep quiet. 

My husband probed his tongue in and out of my cunt, soaking his mouth with my fluids. The restroom began to reek of my sex. His tongue lapped and drilled, leaving me in a frenzy. I was hot, really hot. I'd open my eyes and see my flushed cheeks and chest in the mirror. My forearms rubbed against each other held by their restraints. My propped up leg shook violently as my orgasm approached. My body flooded with heat.

Suddenly, Adam pulled away. "I've had enough," he said as he stood.

I gasped and stared at him. He placed my panties back over my pussy, pulled my foot down off the sink and tugged skirt down so it barely covered my ass. I gazed at him in disbelief. My body ached for release. 

Adam washed his mouth with some water from the sink and blotted it dry with a nearby hand towel. I was still in shock and he opened the door and started walking down the hall.

It took me a minute and I hurried after him. I scuffled along the floor; walking without the use of your arms is harder than you think. "Adam! Adam! Wait!" I kept saying over and over in my head, trying to catch up with him. 

Finally, I caught up with him. He was holding two Crown and Cokes in his hand. 

He chuckled when I got back to his side, "Took you long enough."

"My apologies," I said.

He held the drink below my mouth and I sucked a few sips out of the straw before he took it away. 

I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Adam, let me suck your cock, please, your naughty little girl needs it."

My husband shook his head and looked me in the eyes, showing his feigned disinterest. He held my glass up and I took a few more sips then he took it away again. 

"Please. I want to feel your flesh in my mouth, please, please, please," I whispered and batted my eyelashes, using every tool I had. I turned in my right foot and drug the thick platform of my shoe across the floor; it was that sweet innocent goody girl look. 

Adam shook his head, "Madeline, I don't want to put my cock in your mouth," he said sternly. "Stop being a silly slut, we are guests at a party." 

I sighed and pouted. My bottom lip stuck out and my blue eyes became large puppy dog eyes. I saw the twinkle of a smirk on Adam's face for a moment. He loved that look, and I knew he loved that I was giving it to him right now. It made him feel so powerful. 

Adam let me take a few more sips of my drink. He tapped my cheek after I finished, "Good girl. Let's go dance, Shall we?" His arm came back around me and it comforted me. 

He led me to the area of the lounge where other guests were dancing. He placed me in front of him and held my hips. We started dancing, or I should say grinding with the beat. I purposely rubbed my ass hard against his crotch. My shoulders pressed against his chest. The back of my skirt rode up as I gyrated my hips against his cock hidden under his slacks. His hands only held me tighter, I knew he was enjoying seeing me this way. I was undeniably desperate and needy. 

I felt his cock gaining strength under his trousers, his member grinding against my almost bare ass. I must have looked spastic, working my body against him without the use of my arms. My shoulders rocked back and forth, wiggling my body in time against him. His hands ran between my hips to the very top of my thighs. My skirt rumpled together in the front, barely hiding my panties.

Most of the couples around us weren't aware, all in their own games of bump and grind. The ones who did notice, I'm sure found my actions amusing.

I was going crazy inside, my husbands hands erotically touching me on the dance floor, feeling him grow under his pants. I heard his breath in my ear when my head rubbed against his shoulder. I still wanted more. I needed more. The warmth inside my body only grew deeper. I radiated. I know I did. I was frustrated and I didn't care anymore. I wasn't going to stop until I had my husbands cock. I can't help it. It's who I am.

I also knew, everything I was feeling, from my dependency on Adam to the frustration I felt, all of it fed my husbands lust. I felt it from him in the way he touched me, how his cock swelled against my ass. He loved me changing into a needy nympho under his control. All I wanted was to please him, give him my mouth and let him use me.

Adam spun me around by my hips, I tripped in my shoes and he caught me. I straightened out my legs and raised my eyes. The music slowed down and he brought me against his chest, my arms and breasts pressed against him. My head rested on his shoulder, I was as close as I could be without wrapping my arms around him. I always feel safe in his embrace.

We moved our feet and I followed his lead. My heart slowed down and I could feel a breeze against my mostly bare bottom. 

I lifted my chin and kissed lightly along the line of his beard up to his ear, "I love you, Adam," I whispered. "I love you so much."

He had one hand on the small of my back, keeping me close. The other arm draped over my shoulder holding me at the side of my breasts. "I love you, Madeline," he whispered back.

"Have I been a good girl tonight?" I asked as we swayed with the music. 

His hand slid down and patted my round bum, "You've been a very good girl."

I nuzzled my face against his cheek. I love how his beard scratches me so nicely. "So good that I get to satisfy my craving soon?" my voice stayed hushed.

I felt his face curl into thought for a moment, but he never answered me. Adam is always thinking, always methodical, always planning. Some say he's cold, but he's a lawyer. Big, softie lawyers don't make it very far. I never see it as cold, I know who he is inside. I've seen what happens when he acts this way. I fucking love it.

We danced a little longer, him holding me against him in silence. 

Adam stepped away from me and put his arm against my back. He led me outside. Our feet crunched in the unraked leaves after we walked off the crowded patio. I saw Adam's eyes looking around and his lips rubbing together in thought. 

He took me around the corner of the house and down a few steps until we were hidden in shadows. When we stopped I was standing in front of him, rocking, a bit unbalanced. He lit up a smoke. 

I looked around and didn't see anyone. I spread my feet further apart as my husband took drags of his cigarette. My knees slowly bent more and more. I kept my eyes up as I carefully squatted down, trying to keep my footing. My heart began to beat faster as I pushed on my boundaries, but Adam's eyes didn't tell me to stop. I wobbled in my shoes and my body rocked back and forth as I rubbed my face against his crotch. 

"Adam, I need what's inside here," I said as my cheek stroked against his bulge, "may I have it, please?"

Adam looked down and gave me an amused look and took another puff of his cigarette.

I buried my face against his pants, "I need it. I need it more than ever. Please, I want it. Please, Dr. Jorgenson, I need my medicine," I begged and purred.

"My cock is your medicine now?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir, I need it to survive. I won't make it through the night without it," I said then started biting around the button of his trousers, trying to loosen it with my teeth.

Adam didn't protest and watched me look silly. I was so desperate and he adored me. I tried biting the bit of fabric next to the button and pushing with my top set of teeth to get it through the hole. It wouldn't budge. I wanted to get his cock out. I wanted to free him. I struggled with the button, tugging on the fabric with my teeth. I tried wiggling the wool around the slit, getting the button to the perfect place. 

Finally, it popped undone after so much effort. "Thank God," I thought. I looked up at Adam and smiled a big cheesy grin. I was so proud of myself.

My husband looked down at me and petted my head, pulling the loose strands of hair off my face. He nodded approvingly.

I latched my teeth onto his zipper and dragged it down. I could feel it unfastening as I pulled, it hurt my teeth so I pulled faster. Finally, I had his fly undone. I used my nose to push his fly open, smelling his musk as I did. Thank goodness he wore suspenders tonight, getting a belt done with my teeth might have proven impossible. I looked up at my husband as my nose poked into the fly of his black cotton boxer briefs.

He raised a brow watching me, then spoke, "If you can get it out, you may have it."

"Thank you sir. Thank you," I repeated over and over as I burrowed my way inside his boxer briefs. 

His trimmed pubic hair tickled my face and I nudged the fly open further with my nose. My tongue snaked out and grabbed a quick lick on his flesh. 

I couldn't get him completely free this way so I stretched up just a bit and latched my teeth onto the waistband of his underwear. As I brought the material down, I leaned back a bit too far in my shoes. Adam quickly grabbed my hair with his right hand, taking a good grip that made me squeal, but I was thankful I didn't fall into the grass. My heart skipped then got back on track. 

Among the loud noises inside and outside, I couldn't hear a man coming around the house. I was too busy tucking the waistband of Adams boxer briefs under his cock. I heard someone light up a cigarette and I jumped. Adam took a firmer grip of my hair; it hung in a long curly ponytail from his fist. He held me like this often. I looked over at the man, I couldn't make out any features and he stood quiet facing us.

I brought my eyes up to my husband and his massive organ lingered in front of me. My face crinkled in worry. 

"You wanted this," he said coldly, "now get to work."

I didn't have much leeway to maneuver my mouth around my husbands cock. Instead, he led me around his member like a puppet. He pulled my head up and down along both sides and I held out my tongue, lapping at his flesh. I wanted more, but I wouldn't dare ask. My tongue flicked around his shaft and against the head of his rod, wiggling and slapping against him. I was desperate to give him anything he allowed of me and I know Adam loved seeing me this way, his needy little slut.

Adam brought my head down just enough so I could close my lips around the crown of his head. I wanted to go further, I wanted him all, but he held me there. My tongue darted around his flesh, swirling and flicking inside my mouth. 




Tricked and Treated



He pulled my head further down, just until his cockhead nudged against my throat. My head turned slightly to each side as he directed his own blowjob. My tongue slithered around his shaft and my cheeks sank in, greedily. I devoured every inch he gave me. He started bringing me down just a bit more, pushing just a taste of his cock into my throat, and then pulling my mouth away. 

He never gave me too much, keeping his control over my mouth and what he wanted. My tongue slithered out passed my lips to get just a bit more of his length. I didn't care about anything but pleasing him. I only wanted to give him my mouth and feed on my husband. 

He teased me, pulling me by my hair up and down and I sucked hard, constantly, not wanting to give up what I had in my mouth. I know the best home for my husband's cock is my mouth and I did anything to keep it there. I was slobbering all over myself in the process.

He brought me all the way back, arching my neck so he could see my eyes and I looked up at him, my mouth open and eyes begging. I knew that man was still over there, just a few feet away, watching, but I paid him no attention. I am devoted to my husband and even more so when I am worshipping him with my mouth. 

Adam let me pant and catch my breath while he looked at my needy eyes. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, sir," I squeaked. My feet were slipping in my shoes and I dug my toes in against the platforms. 

He slapped my cheek hard with his left hand, making my ears ring and I moaned. He glared down at me, "I said, do you want more," he growled.

"Yes sir. Yes, I want more. I want it all. I want you to use my mouth, your property. I want you to use me as you see fit," I rambled, begging and pleading for his cock until he yanked my head forward and shoved his entire length into my throat. 

My mouth was invaded and I coughed and gagged. I heard him groaning as he used my throat to grind his cock into. His hand continued swatting against my cheek. I couldn't breathe and my arms fought and struggled inside my straitjacket. 

He yanked back on my hair and I heaved for breath. He looked down at me studying my face as I spit up, drool running down my chin. In my squat, my legs were spread so very wide and my panties clearly visible. The man to the side didn't leave, I didn't look, I could still feel him watching us. 

I must have looked a mess; I could feel the strings of spit dangling off my lips. I hungrily licked at them but it was no use. I needed to wipe my mouth, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Adam knew exactly what he was doing, and I loved it.

He shoved me down again, harder this time. His thick erection forced its way into my throat and it responded by clenching and spasming on his girth. The corners of my lips opened up and let the saliva drip out the sides. My arms cramped so much from being held by the restraints they started to go numb. He pulled me up and down on his cock, never letting himself out of my throat. 

I started heaving, I could feel my stomach turning, but it didn't stop him. He fucked my face, grinding his hips against me. He must have felt me about to throw up and he quickly yanked my head back and let me wheeze and cough. 

He gave me a moment to recover and I was such a mess. I heard the guy light up another cigarette; this must be too good to miss. I panted for a moment, feeling my throat tighten and relax, doing it's own heaving. 

I looked up at Adam and he was so non-chalant. This is nothing new for us. He's been asserting his control over me for years now. All the years of training paid off.

My cunt was on fire; I could feel myself soaking my already stained panties. I wanted so badly to touch myself, spread wide before my husband like this. I secretly wished he'd turn on the little toy inside my panties again, but by the time that thought crossed my mind his cock was forcing it's way back into my throat. My mouth opened wide and I felt my lips stretch. His rod throbbed now, and he groaned, fucking the tightness that was left of my throat. My lips opened a little, letting that dirty sound of throat fucking escape. 

I loved being his slut hole. I just can't help it. Letting my husband have me how he wishes. Nothing compares.

I heard more footsteps coming now. Just then my husband roared. Using both hands he held my head and buried it against him. He humped and grinded against my face, hurting my nose, making me gag and my stomach tremble. He unloaded a beast of a load into my throat, coating my esophagus with his sticky seed. I choked on it and started coughing. As he finished he let go of my hair and I feel back into the grass. My knees were spread wide apart and I was rolling around coughing up his cum. 

Just in time for these guys to see me. Adam zipped up and walked over to them.

I wiggled around on the ground, cum dribbling down my lip to my chin. I heard the guys chuckling at me, they got a full frontal view of my panties, which I could feel were bunched up between my lips now. Adam laughed with them and lit up a cigarette, he was watching me with the others. 

I finally got my legs curled under me and got up on top of them. I shuffled across the grass, on my knees, back to my husband's side. My hair had to be a mess. I looked like a distraught wanton slut.

I kept my eyes down when I got to Adams legs. His hand petted the top of my head and he pulled a crunched leaf out of it with a chuckle, "You're a mess Madeline."

I heard a booming laugh and baritone voice across from us, "You lucky bastard. I have to make an appointment with my wife to get a blowjob."

I raised my eyes just slightly; it was Adam's coworker, James, dressed as Hugh Hefner. I recognized him from the Christmas party last year.

Adam continued stroking my head and I leaned against his thigh. "I've been training this one for years," he said. I felt his cum drying on my chin. My husband looked down at me, "And there is always room for more."

I shied into his leg, hiding my face. I was embarrassed with myself for going that far. Well just slightly, more so I was putting on a show for the guys. Between the drying semen on my chin and my disheveled skirt, there isn't much left to be embarrassed about. 

The guys ogled me as the conversation went to work related subjects for another twenty minutes. I felt like an object, but my husband continued to stroke my hair and make me feel safe.

"It has been fun guys, but I have to turn her back into the facility," Adam said, then shook hands with his buddies. 

He helped me up to my feet and left my ass on display. My knees had indentions from the earth and blades of grass stuck to them. He walked me back to the car and settled me into the passenger seat. 

Once he got in and started up the car, I spoke, "Adam, honey," I paused for a moment, "My arms are killing me."

"Is that so?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, I'm really stiff."

Adam patted my thigh then reached down to pet my pussy through my panties, "I'm not done with you yet."

I looked over at him and stopped myself from speaking when the realization spread through me. 

He nodded and grinned, "Unless, you don't think you need me."

I shook my head violently, "No, no, no. I always need you, please. When do you want me? Now?"

Adam thought for a moment then jerked the car, turning a sharp right into a deserted church parking lot. The tires squealed against the pavement and I screamed from the sudden turn. He found a place away from the lights and threw the car into neutral and put on the parking brake. 

Before I could speak he was out of the car and on my side, unbuckling my seatbelt, then yanked my body out of the seat. He dragged me over like a doll to the trunk of the car. He shoved me down against the sleek black exterior; it felt cool against my cheek. 

I squeaked and squealed as he tossed me around. His hands forcefully pulled my skirt up over my hips and his nails scratched my legs as he ripped my lavender thong down to my knees. Without any thought, my legs spread obediently open. 

I heard him unzip as I was still catching my breath from all the sudden movement. He must have kept his arousal all evening like I had. It stayed with us. My cunt was still soaked and he quickly rose to hardness. 

I screeched when he slammed his cock into my slick hole, forcing my body against the car. He picked up his pace quickly, steadily fucking me against the trunk. My body crushed against it under his weight. His pole dove into my body, joining us together, at last, pure ecstasy. I moaned and purred. He placed one hand on my head, holding my cheek down, and with the other he groped my ass. The car rocked as he used me, I was helpless and it was wonderful.

Cars zoomed by on the road; most were probably oblivious to us. 

"Oh my God, Adam, you make me feel so good," I whimpered.

"I do?" he grunted. "I make you feel like a good little fuckslut, don't I?"

I worked my hips, rolling back against him as best I could. His cock pounded into me. My cunt made that dirty squelching sound it often does when I'm this hot. 

"Yes, sir. I love being your fuckslut. More, please. More," I moaned with heavy breath. 

He spanked my tight ass, repeatedly. I never count anymore. I felt my skin jiggle and grow hot under his palm. 

I panted and moaned for him, "Use me, use me Adam, however you want. You know I only feel complete when I'm used."

The spanking ceased, my legs were going weak and little beads of sweat popped up all over my forehead. My mouth dropped open when he plowed his cock deep into my cunt and dug it inside. My body shook, he kept his length buried inside me as far as he could and dug against my cervix. 

"Tell me my filthy wife wants my cock in her ass," he demanded. 

I felt his meaty finger press against my bud and start pushing inside. I gasped and his cock drove into my body. 

"Your filthy wife wants your cock in her ass," I repeated back to him, groaning the words.

He pushed another finger inside my ass and hooked them, working me open, still fucking my sloppy cunt. My ass burned, but I didn't care. I was getting everything I wanted. 

"Fucking beg me, Madeline, beg me to fuck your whore ass," he grunted, thrusting his heavy cock in and out of my juicy fuck hole.

"Please, Adam. Please fuck my dirty hole. I need your cock in my ass. I want you to tear it open with your thick rod. Oh my God, please give it to me," I spoke so fast I didn't even realize what was coming out of my mouth. All I wanted was for him to be pleased. "Give my little ass the fucking it needs. Give it to me, please. God please, shove your cock in my ass, Adam. Your wife needs it. That's all she needs." I panted, half lying on the car. 

My straitjacket had grown a size smaller in the last several minutes; it strained against me with each breath. 

My husband fucked me harder than before in several fast strokes, "But your cunt just feels so fucking good," he said between each thrust. 

"Please!" I screamed, loud enough to alert the nearby neighborhoods.

He pulled out of my dripping hole, gave both my ass cheeks firm slaps. "You're a lucky bitch," he said. I heard him jerking himself, it sounded wet and sticky.

"Why?" I asked in an exhale.

He spanked me again with his free hand, "'Cause I brought some lube, you don't want your ass torn up, do you?"

"No," I squeaked as he continued spanking me. Adam, he's always thinking ahead.

I felt him push his cockhead against my loosened bud. His hands spread my cheeks open and held me still as he popped inside, past my rim. I let out a deep satisfied growl. My hair was strewn all over my face like a blanket, sticking to my skin with my perspiration. 

"Fuck, that's good," my husband groaned. 

My anal walls spread apart to fit his girth. Opening up to take him inside. I felt the blissful pressure as he worked me open with his cock, slowly upgrading his speed and force. 

"I love it when your cock is in my ass," I moaned, letting my eyes close with satisfaction.

Adam didn't speak back. He was focused. My moans grew into a higher pitch as he fucked me harder and harder, firmer and firmer. It felt like his whole being was behind him as he thrusted into my ass, using it as his fuckhole. I was so happy, so elated. He felt fucking incredible. With every one of his thrusts, I felt his weight behind it, slamming into my helpless anus. 

His fingers dug into my hips, pulling my body back against him. I could have been completely limp and he wouldn't have cared. He took from me and I gave it more than willingly. I didn't care about people driving by in the cars, the people who could possibly be watching us, people on their phones with the cops reporting us. None of it mattered. A cloud of bliss hid us. We were together, completely.

My body slammed against the car. My sweaty cheek slid against the paint. My feet were almost lifting off the ground and my thighs crushed against the side of his fancy sports car. I panted and whimpered, tears welled up in my eyes from the force. When something hurts, my eyes tear up; it's not something I can control. 

He fucked me rough, deep, forcefully, whatever name you want to give it; it was exactly what I needed. Adam always knew what I needed.

Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me down onto my knees, spinning me around on the way. The little gravel rocks hurt my legs. I looked up, my eyes glazed and wide, watching my husband rapidly jerk his cock. 

"I want it, I want your cum. Adam, please." I begged him whole-heartedly. 

He grunted and pulled my face closer. My mouth dropped open and within a second he shot his sticky load all over my face. It came out in thick ropes. The first one landed diagonally across my nose. I flinched my eyes shut in reaction. His cum was warm against my flesh, coating my cheek and lips; my tongue caught a few lucky drops. He tasted divine. I licked my lips to get all I could. I playfully pouted because I couldn't clean my face to get the rest.

My husband let go of my hair when he stepped back. He looked down at me thoughtfully as he zipped himself back up.

"Thank you," I said softly. My tongue stretched to the side, almost getting another taste from my cheek.

Adam fully smiled for the first time since we left the house, "You're fucking beautiful, Madeline."

I blushed and shied away into my shoulder, all giddy and warm inside, post-fucking bliss.

"Come on, let's get you home," he said. 

He came back to me and held onto my forearms, lifting me up. After a bit of a struggle I got back up to my feet on my weakened legs. He helped me back into the car and we drove the rest of the short route home. His cum dried on my face and started itching a little. I didn't complain.

We pulled into our driveway. With Adam's aid, I walked to the front door. The candles in our jack-o-lanterns had burned out and the bowl of candy was completely empty. Who knows how long the candy lasted anyways. 

Adam took me to our bedroom and set me down on the bed. Then he knelt down in front of me and unlocked the padlocks of my shoes. He rubbed each foot carefully for several tender moments. He then stood back up and reached behind me. I leaned forward while he undid the buckles holding my arms back. 

He didn't have to tell me, I knew from the care he was giving me now that I was perfect tonight. My arms came loose and I winced. My elbows didn't want to unbend and Adam carefully stretched them out for me. He pushed up the sleeves of my jacket and rubbed my strained muscles. 

I leaned my forehead against his as he cared for me. Being restrained all night hurt, I had been cramped up for hours now. It hurt, yes, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.

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Authors Note

This story is entered in Literotica's 2010 Halloween Story Contest. If you enjoyed the read, please give me a click on the stars. Comments and feedback are always appreciated.



Tricked & Treated



Dazed, blindsided, and past the point of non surrender Monica knew she was fucked both ways to Sunday. If Mitch found out she wasn't Lilly, he'd probably walk out of her life forever. If she stopped swimming now that she'd waded into deep water she'd drown. One side of her wanted to cry for deceiving him, the other wanted to rejoice because she was finally getting something that she'd been dreaming about for years. The moment she'd heard his voice and realized he thought she was still Lilly she knew she wouldn't stop the inevitable if it came to that. She was leaving it in fate's all-knowing hands. She had no choice, not really, if this was all she ever got of him, then so be it. She loved him, bottom line. If somehow she got lucky and he didn't figure out the deception then she'd always have this night to fall back on. She knew that she would never, ever confess this and risk losing him. Her mind spinning, Monica decided to just live for the moment and hopefully afterwards she could think of something to keep him in the dark. Please... she silently implored God, looking up into the darkness towards the ceiling, just let me have this much. 

Loosening her death grip on Mitch's strong muscled biceps Monica wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him back with all her heart and soul. Literally feeling her surrender Mitch actually felt tears sting his eyes, he wanted to make this a night neither one of them would ever forget. He let their questing tongues duel for a few minutes, as all the while he slipped his fingers up and down inside Mona's snug sheath. She kept tightening then releasing her muscles grabbing his fingers. Every time she did that his cock jumped wanting to bury itself so far deep inside her that they would both get lost. With great restraint he broke the kiss.

"Lay down baby, I want to taste you." His ragged breathing and the naughtiness of the words themselves had Monica shuddering. Oh God, she didn't know if she could survive that. "Come on" he coaxed in a velvety whisper that had goose bumps popping out all over her very needy body. He carefully eased his fingers from out of her. She heard herself whimpering like a little puppy, her clit literally throbbing in response to the mental pictures that were flash flowing through her brain. Not knowing the proximity of the sofa or end table to where they were standing had Monica very carefully easing herself down to the soft carpet. She was so turned around that she didn't have a clue where she might be in the room. She lay on her back, amazed that she could feel wetness sliding down the crack of her ass, and she hadn't even cum yet. She was so turned on she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Her chest heaved up and down trying to force oxygen into air starved lungs. Mitch followed her down and blindly felt his way along her body, positioning himself on his stomach, easing her trembling legs apart. He could smell her excitement. It flowed from between her legs enticing the shit out of his cock and incensing his male primitive instincts. He actually growled as his thumbs spread her open, exposing her extremely swollen clit to the warm air before finding her with his outstretched tongue.

Silken heat; It flowed across Monica's nerve endings vibrating straight up to also capture her nipples. They went to a plump bulging hardness in less than a blink of an eye. They ached, causing her to cup her full breasts; she massaged and then rolled the needy tips between her forefinger and thumb, which started a throaty purring deep down inside her chest. Without even realizing it she was keeping time with Mitch's now flickering tongue against the nub singing and dancing between her legs. Hearing that deep throaty sexpot sound; had Mitch almost shooting on the spot. He began bucking his hips gently, rubbing his cock along the fibers of the thick soft carpet. He could cum like this; easily. Who would have known that sweet little Mona had this kind of tigress sexuality locked away in her almost sweetly meek personality. He was glad, damned glad, because he was nothing but carnal when it came to sex. He loved to get down and dirty; and the wilder the woman the better. This was a side that he'd definitely never even hinted at to Mona, he figured she'd never understand it. But since that mind numbing blowjob she'd given him earlier in the evening, easily hands down the best he'd ever had, he'd been revising his thoughts about his, yes his, soon to be thoroughly fucked best friend.

Concentrating on her sweet little clit he alternated between long flat tongued strokes from top to bottom, and fast hummingbird movements of his tongue straight on the nerve center. It drove most women wild, and was definitely working now. He smiled, getting bombarded with the feel and taste of her. Shaking his head from side to side now he allowed her juices along with his spit to cover his cheeks and drip down his chin. Oh yeah, this was how he liked to eat a woman. But now it was time to go a little deeper. He slipped not two but three fingers inside her tight, tight, tunnel, inhaling her clitoris, sucking on it hard. She screeched and bucked her hips upward. He was ready for it, and maintained his suction while moving his fingers rapidly in and out of her. It fast forwarded her climax and he felt the tremors on his fingers, while inside his mouth she expanded almost like a cock getting ready to cum, as he sucked her fiercely. 

"Shit!' She screamed at the top of her lungs. Then, "Yes! Oh Yes!" Monica lifted up, slamming her ass back down hard on the carpet. As she rolled from side to side riding out her pleasure, he continued pummeling her cunt and sucking her clit while hanging on for dear life. After about five seconds or so her sensitive nerve endings started rebelling and she began trying to get away from his mouth. He laughed out loud releasing her.

"Damn sweetheart you turn me on!" He pushed himself up to his knees, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth then pulled her hips towards him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he plunged into her in one smooth move. "Ahhh Shit," he moaned. "Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

Still reeling from her massive orgasm Monica was totally pliant as she was pulled forward; it was something of a shock when Mitch's cock impaled her without the least bit of fumbling or indecision. She really hadn't been expecting it. She was surprised that it didn't hurt having him fill her so fast; especially with how big he was. He started out with frantic rapid thrusts; his only goal at this point was cumming. Monica's sexy as sin voice and sounds, everything about being with her, made him needy, and beyond any kind of control at this moment. Being in the totally dark room also enhanced his senses. He knew this was going to be very fast. It was already building within him.

"Oh fuck me, this feels incredible!" 

Monica knew that tone of voice. Instinctively she began squeezing him internally, trying to keep up with his tempo, knowing it was impossible, but not just wanting to lie there. She wanted to make him feel good, wanted to erase every other lover he had ever had, even if he'd never know it was her. She milked him, gripping him as hard as she could. She couldn't see him, but she felt him arching back, stiffening like a board as he trembled and jerked like a marionette on a string. He was so deep inside of her that she felt every spasm ride up his dick right before the first hot jet of his cum blasted into her. 

"Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby." He kept repeating that word, until all the pleasure was totally wrung out of him. Monica's heart wrenched, the tone of his voice suddenly scared her. It was filled with warmth; and god help her, what sounded like love. For Lilly, who he thought he was making love to, not her. Suddenly this night with all its emotional guilt and unexpected pleasure got the best of her. A sob started at the back of her throat and once released let out a torrent of others. Her whole body shook as she realized the show was over and that she had to come clean, if she didn't she knew she'd never be able to look him in the eyes again, that made her start crying even harder. Now she'd lose him.

Coming back to reality, Mitch felt as if he'd just had an out of body experience. The first thing he realized was that Mona was crying, deep gut wrenching sobs. Fear struck his heart; oh shit he must have hurt her. In all the years they'd been friends he'd only seen her cry like this once, five years ago when her mother had died from breast cancer. He had cried with her. Panicked, he carefully eased himself out of her shaking body and standing up, groped around clumsily finding the end table, almost knocking over the lamp in his haste to get a light on. At the click and flood of soft mellow light Monica flipped over on her belly, covering the back of her head with her arms and buried her face into the carpet, crying hysterically. Mitch eased down beside her on one knee, touching her shoulder gently. His hand was shaking uncontrollably and he felt like he needed to throw up. If he'd hurt her, he'd never forgive himself. Monica shook off his hand wailing loudly. Stung, not knowing what to do, Mitch tried again with the same results. He was getting really scared. 

"Mona honey, please look at me." His tone beseeching, he caressed the small of her back through the fuzzy material of her robe. He inadvertently tried to look to see if there was any sign of blood anywhere but the pink material had come back down when she flipped over and he couldn't see past her thighs.

"Baby please! I didn't mean to hurt you, just..., just roll over and let me make sure you're okay."

Her hysteria fading somewhat by the gentle tone of his voice and the soft rubbing of her back, Monica actually heard what he said the second time. Hurt? She thought confused. The initial storm of emotion left her gasping for breath as small persistent whimpers set off a bout of hiccups. She knew she had to face him eventually, but she couldn't stand the thought of the look of betrayal she'd probably see in his eyes. The hand rubbing her back stopped and drifted up to her left shoulder nudging her softly, trying to get her to turn over. She allowed him to help her onto her back, but immediately her forearm came up to cover her eyes. She couldn't make herself look at him just yet. His hands on her thighs surprised her and she jumped, she had her legs together and he was carefully trying to pry them apart. The shock of that made her move her arm to look straight up into his very worried eyes.

"Mona I have to look and make sure your not bleeding." She watched his eyes tear up and his bottom lip quiver. "You know I'd never intentionally hurt you for the world right? I love you sweetheart, I'm so, so sorry." He bent down cupping the side of her cheek looking into her eyes.

"I... I'm not..." she cleared her throat, something she always did when she was nervous. It was a left over habit developed from being very shy as a child. She tried again. 

"Mitch... I'm not hurt." She watched the confusion replace worry in his eyes. "I tricked you, it didn't start out way, but I didn't stop it, and now it's too late and..." she blurted this confession out talking as fast as she could. "And... I... I... Now you're going to hate me." There, she'd said it. She broke eye contact from him, looking at the ceiling over his shoulder.

A wall of relief washed over Mitch like hurricane tidal waves. Now he understood. Reaching down he scooped her into his arms, struggled for a moment to stand, then walked over to the sofa and sat down on it cradling her in his lap. As he'd lifted her, Monica's arms had automatically come up around his shoulders and she'd hidden her hot teary face in his neck. They sat that way for a good fifteen minutes as Monica hiccupped and occasionally sniffed as she let the loving movements of Mitch's gentle fingers stroking through her hair calm her.

"You ready to talk?" His voice was docile, caring. Monica nodded her head and moved a bit restlessly, as if she were thinking about moving out of Mitch's lap. His arms tightened around her very possessively. 

"Oh no you don't sweetheart. I've got you, and I'm keeping you." His voice left no doubt that he meant it. Looking up at him, Monica swallowed a lump the size of an egg in her throat.

"I owe you an apology Mitch. I didn't put that costume on to fool you, I swear I didn't. Lilly wasn't feeling good, so I helped her undress and laid her down."

He harrumphed, shaking his head in disgust.

"Don't you mean she passed out and you undressed her?"

"Well... I guess so." Monica hated talking bad about anyone. "I just tried it on. I only wanted to see what I looked like in it. I was going to my room to change when you came upstairs and... and... well..." 

"I pounced on you." Mitch was watching her beautiful green eyes intently, he didn't like the shadows lurking in them; Monica was feeling way too guilty. He made a split second decision, silently asking God for his forgiveness; then continued looking her right in the eyes and lied, swearing to himself that it would be the first and last time. "I pounced on you." He repeated.

No... that's not... that's not exactly right. I should have told you I wasn't Lilly. But I... I..."

"Never stood a single chance," he stated bluntly. Monica didn't say anything; she just looked at him wondering what he could be talking about. Mitch took a deep breath. "I knew it was you the whole time. I was just teasing you sweetheart. I thought you'd slap me and tell me to cut it out. But you didn't and I realized you thought, I really thought, you were Lilly. It started out just seeing how far I could push you, until you confessed. When you didn't I got a little crazy because I realized that you possibly felt the same way I've been feeling for the past fifteen years. I needed to know how far you would let me go. After what happened upstairs I knew I couldn't let it end there. So I came down here pretending to be looking for Lilly. My question now, is Mona, do you hate me?" 

"No," she whispered. "I've loved you forever, in every way, since I can remember. I've lain awake so many nights, while you were with other women hurting so bad I just wanted to die. I tried substituting other men for you. But they weren't you." As she spoke Mona shifted herself in his arms sitting up to look him directly in his eyes. "Both of us too scared to tell the other." She half laughed, half cried, as she kissed his lips hard. "All," kiss "These," kiss "Years!,"

Monica sat back looking at Mitch solemnly.

"I never knew, never even suspected."

"Neither did I," he whispered, kissing her softly on the temple. Grasping her by the sides of her face he pulled her back to his lips. Their breaths mingled and melted together, one kiss after the other. Each enveloped in the glow of love radiating from the other. Monica's breasts nestled in the light blond hair coating Mitch's chest. He shuddered, hard and wanting her yet again. She sat back noticing for the first time that his thighs were sticky and slick from their combined passion, slowly leaking out of her from their first coupling. She blushed. Mitch laughed and teased her.

"A little cum never hurt anybody." Monica faked shock smiling impishly.

"A little? Looks like a whole lot to me." To punctuate her point she squirmed, her knees rocking side to side on the cushions on the outside of both his thighs. It felt good so she did it again. He groaned.

"Keep doing that and it's going to get a whole lot stickier around here." Mitch could feel his cock coming back to life between them.

"Promises, promises," she sang in a pretty clear tone for someone with such a deep sexy voice. Up for the challenge Mitch took her by the waist and lifted, helping her get her feet solidly beneath her before he let go. He then followed her up and stood a few feet in front of her. Facing towards her, he stood naked and unembarrassed, his cock swaying proudly. Monica still wore her robe, which he promptly removed by carefully pushing it off her silky shoulders, then sliding it down her arms letting it fall to a crumpled heap at her feet. He stared at her, at her hourglass figure which resembled something like the starlets of the Hollywood of old. Greta Garbo eat your heart out. Her full "C" cup breasts were topped by the most amazing nipples he'd ever seen. They were large and pale pink. Like creamy cherries he thought. Reaching out he traced around her left nipple, causing it to pucker and swell. Her fast response made him feel humble. 

"These are beautiful Mona, you are beautiful." Her nose and eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her short auburn hair was hopelessly tousled, but she looked nothing but perfect to him.

She smiled back at him shyly, letting her own eyes do the walking over his nude body. She had seen him in a swimsuit a hundred times over the years. But nothing had prepared her for the full effect that the beauty of his masculine form naked would be. His cock, full, long, thick and curved, was utterly beautiful. Monica had never judged a man by his size before, and she knew even if he had been smaller that it was the man who made the penis, not the penis that made the man. It simply wouldn't have mattered to her. His balls hung full and tight showing his state of arousal. She noticed that from the lower belly down to around his cock and balls he was as hair free as a baby. She hadn't noticed that little bit of information before.

"You shave?"

It was obvious that he did but she was curious. She decided that it was one of the sexiest things that she had ever seen; she didn't want to stop looking at it. His cocky smile told her that he knew what she was thinking.

"I like the way it feels. If the woman is shaved also, then it's double the sensation."

Monica thought about it. She'd never shaven all the way, just the usual bikini cuts. Maybe she'd try it sometime. She figured maybe sometime soon. 

"I want to make love to you baby. This time looking into your eyes, I want to see your expression when you cum for me." Mitch's voice was almost hypnotic. Monica could only nod her head yes, words weren't possible. He looked down at the apex between Monica's legs and frowned, her outer lips were swollen and red. He reached out stroking her lightly; she parted her legs, giving him full access. His touch didn't seem to be hurting her, but Mitch was feeling highly protective right now.

"I did hurt you." He didn't look happy at all.

"No. No I'm fine." In fact she was burning just a little bit, but who cared, the pleasure would more than outweigh any slight discomfort she might feel. 

Mitch pulled her in for a tight hug. Monica loved the hug but she wasn't letting him off the hook, she was on fire and wanted him in her. Now, not one minute from now. She kissed his neck, letting her tongue trail down to his collar bone, reaching down as she did so to grip his shaft in a firm hold, she squeezed firmly. He grunted, letting her have her way with him. She trailed her mouth over to the other side of his chest and circled the tip of his masculine nipple with her warm soft tongue. He jumped in her hand. Talking dirty was something that she'd always been fascinated with but never inclined to try with any of her previous lover's but somehow now the moment seemed right.

She turned away from him to lean down palms first into the cushions of the sofa. Her ass waved up in front of him, as she looked back over her shoulder to find him watching her, she could see the blue sparks of desire flashing out of his eyes. She moved her hips suggestively, moistened her lips and purred in her sexiest drawl.

"Don't you want to come fuck this?" She closed her eyes halfway. "I'm dripping for you. I want to cum all over your hot hard cock as you pump into me and slam your balls all over my juicy wet ass." Mitch watched her, enjoying hearing words like that coming from Monica's mouth. They were so made for each other. He grabbed his cock, widened his stance and started jerking off, looking right into her moist sparkling cunt. Surprised, Monica watched his hand pumping for a minute before looking again into his eyes. 




Tricked & Treated



"What else do you want from me baby?" His voice was choppy and air whooshed from his lungs as he whipped his cock hard. She swallowed, getting even more into the game now.

"I want you to fuck me in every hole, I want to know what it's like to have your cock reaming out my ass as I finger fuck my pussy."

"Do it now."

"What?" she faltered a little bit.

"Masturbate for me. I want to watch you play with that beautiful cunt." 

Monica swallowed hard. This too was new territory for her. She'd never done anything this personal in front of anyone before. His eyes dared her, even as he rocked on the balls of his feet, bending just a little from the waist as his hand flew over his erection. The slap slapping of his hand pumping his meat made Monica lose her train of thought.

"Sit down on the sofa, face me, and open your legs wide, I want to see everything your fingers are doing Mona." She didn't hesitate this time. She turned, sat down, and looking at nothing but his hand on his cock began playing with her own clit. It felt like heaven; she loved masturbating, because no one knew as well as she did what made her clit feel the best.

Mitch watched her; turned on couldn't even begin to describe what watching her did to him. His cum was on its way and he didn't have the strength to stop it, no, he didn't want to stop it. He usually wasn't this fast a shooter, but he had been wanting Mona for so long that it was going to take time to get a handle on his passion. Walking the few steps to get between her wide open legs he pointed the head of his dick towards Monica's rapidly moving fingers. She was playing her clit like a violin, rubbing it fast and hard, her eyes were glued to his cock. He didn't think she was even blinking. His climax hit him.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He groaned out the words like he was dying. His semi white cum hit her fingers right on target as three streams pulsated out of him onto Monica. She shivered, feeling faint. That was so erotic she thought, watching him cum like that, not even trying to hide how good it felt. Her own climax hit her without warning, her head fell back, her eyes clenched shut and she exhaled while loudly moaning.

Leaning over her more, looking closely into her face he whispered urgently, "Open your eyes darling, let me see." She did, not trying to hide anything. They locked gazes as she continued to jerk and shiver while she wound down. Monica's cum drenched fingers fell limply to her side as fatigue rolled over her from head to toe. From out of nowhere reminding them that the night was winding to a halt, and that morning would be visiting sunshine upon them soon, the clock in the living room began to chime. "Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong." They still looked at each other, smiling at the same time, both thinking that they hadn't heard the two or three o'clock chimes. Monica's eyes suddenly felt so heavy, that last orgasm had taken so much out of her. Mitch was tired too, but his lover had never been the night owl that he was.

"Let's go upstairs and go to bed sweetheart. You're falling asleep on me."

Frowning, Monica looked up to the ceiling. Following her glance he remembered Lilly.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry Mona. Listen, there's no way I'm going up there and sharing a room with her. Why don't you go on upstairs and lay down in your bed. I'll stay down here and pick up the place while you sleep. In a few hours when it gets light I'll drag her ass outta bed and get her out of here. I know you won't feel comfortable seeing her."

Scared and hating to ask, Monica looked over his shoulder at the shadowy wall behind him and said.

"What are you going to do about her?"

Mitch sat down beside her and picked up her limp hand. With his free hand he turned her chin gently till she was looking into his eyes.

"I'm breaking it off. First thing this morning, I'll probably do it while I'm taking her back to her place. She's got a drinking problem Mona, and even if this wonderful fantastic night had never happened, I'd already decided I couldn't stay with her. I don't think she'll be too upset. We don't care for each other much or any thing; it was just all about ah..."

"Sex" she supplied the word for him.

"Ah... yeah, just sex, but I want you to understand that what has happened here tonight between us is so much more than that. Its true love, the forever and only with you kind. You're my best friend, confidant, movie buddy, eating ice cream till we puke pal, and now lover. And I am going to marry you. Now before we both start getting misty eyed and silly let's get you to bed. Tomorrow night we'll go to the park, feed the ducks and talk about everything. Okay freckle face?" 

Tears were already streaming down her cheeks, but they were happy ones. She laughed, hiccupped and sniffed all in the same breath. He hadn't called her that pet name in years. Getting up they walked slowly, arms around each others waists, to the French doors. Mitch opened them and led Monica into the living room turning on the light. It was a disaster, food, punch, cups, paper plates, napkins, littered every surface. On a table beside the front door sat the Plastic Jack o' Lantern that still held the leftover candy that they'd been handing out to the little ghouls and ghosts of the neighborhood earlier in the evening. Grinning wickedly, Mitch sundered over to the orange bucket, picked it up and came back in front of her holding it out. 

"Trick or Treat", he intoned in a child's voice. Monica laughed, she couldn't help herself. Mitch could be so silly. She supposed that they should have more modesty around each other seeing as how they were both still stark naked. But the comfort level was astonishingly perfect. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Reaching into the pumpkin she picked up one of her favorite chocolate bars then looking him in the eye dropped it back into the bucket. She looked his body over like a seasoned madam at a French bordello then said flippantly:

"No thanks, I've already been treated."

Sitting the smiling pumpkin aside Mitch pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply one more time before pointing her towards the stairs and lightly smacking her bottom. She took a couple steps up, turned back and smiled saucily at his erection which had already jumped up to say hello. He was looking at it ruefully as if to say, where did you come from. Catching her grin he shrugged and said, "Go to bed wench before you kill me." Taking one last lingering look at him Monica turned and went upstairs and straight into her bedroom. She fell onto the bed already half asleep before her head hit the pillow. Downstairs Mitch headed for the guest bathroom. Inside the bottom towel drawer he found the swim trunks that Mona always had cleaned and waiting for him there. Slipping the faded pair on he then headed back to the living room and started picking up. Mitch found himself humming the "trick or treat smell my feet give me something good to eat" theme, and it made him smile. From this day forward Halloween would always be his favorite holiday. And God knows that from now on, "Trick or Treat" would have its own special meaning.