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Costume Party

By: Shanbabe4u



I stood in front of my full-length mirror, admiring my costume. In the end, I wasn't sure if I was some sort of sexy comic book hero or a Roman slave. While not see through, the shimmering white costume revealed plenty of flesh. My shoulders, back and arms were bare, the cloth coming up the front and wrapping around my throat. The length barely went past my ass cheeks. Only one leg was covered with a deep purple thigh stocking. I added a metal like garter, a wide belt and a short length gold chain with a large rectangular medallion. Bangles adorned one wrist.

I had been trying to look like a "hentai" hero and I ended up very, very seductive looking.

"I'm going with it!" I exclaimed to my image.

The party was great! I received lots of attention, from both sexes and as I had come alone, I didn't have to worry about a jealous date. Mind you, I had plenty of "dagger" eyes cast my way.

Unfortunately, I enjoyed myself too much and soon found myself way too intoxicated. When I found a quiet place downstairs to collect my buzzing thoughts, I slide sideways on the couch and fell asleep.

"Go away." I mumbled. Someone was trying to wake me up. How long had I been asleep? I went to say "Quit it!" but I couldn't. Instead, I my mouth was suddenly spread apart and the corners of my lips pulled back. 

I was being gagged!

My eyes flew open but I was facing down, against the pillow. I went to turn my head but my hair was yanked back and a blindfold covered my eyes before I could see who was attacking me. Time to struggle!

Oh my God, I could move my hands! They were behind me, tied at the wrist by something soft but not giving. I began to thrash about but a knee came down on my back painfully, hands gripped my shoulders and legs. Oh no; there was more than one!

"Be still and you won't get hurt. Try to fight us and…" the threat was left unsaid but all the fingers dug into my skin and I whimpered into my gag.

"We've watched you all night slut."

Slut? Oh oh.

"Teasing and parading around. Showing us just a little and then refusing our advances."

Ah, someone who had hit on me, maybe I could identify them. I quickly tried to think about whom I had met and refused and the faces became blurs from a memory influenced by alcohol and I realized, there had been A LOT that I teased.

"And we know you came alone." Filthy fingers were beginning to explore me, sliding over my costume, between the fabric and my skin. I whined into the gag stretched across my mouth. 

"Oh baby, you are beautiful. Just feel these melons."

Hands left the exploring of my legs and ass to join their partner at my breasts, pinching the nipples there, and weighing my mounds.

"Oh yeah! I want to cum all over those!" Fingers began to unfasten the hooks at the back of my neck. "Sit her up." I was pulled to a sitting position, my hands painfully pinned behind me, the top now falling down around my waist. "Big nipples!"

They were pinched and rolled and I gasped when one of them put their mouth on the right nipple, sucking and licking. I pinched my legs tight together. "Oh no, slut, don't do that." Strong hands pried me apart. "I thought we said to be nice to us?" My left nipple was pinched VERY hard and I cried out, or at least I tried. "Resist again and it will be worse whore."

Oh God, Oh God, I was in so much trouble!

The crotch of my costume was rubbed hard, molding the fabric to my cunt. "Oh, you like it baby, don't you?" I shook my head, trying to say please don't. "Please? You want more? Sure baby!" and the fingers pushed harder, nearly penetrating my hole with my own costume.

"Shit! How does this costume come off?"

The belt around my waist was taken off. I was held up and my costume pushed down over my hips, thighs and pooled at my ankles. I was sat back down on the couch, now naked. My legs pried open again. "Oh, look at this! The bitch keeps her cunt nicely trimmed!"

Shit! Now two hands were exploring the same area. 'Small clit though." And I whimpered as he massaged my tiny bud, almost painful without proper foreplay. "Ah, your wet! You fucking whore, you like this, don't you?'

Wet? No, I couldn't be! I concentrated my thoughts down there and I moaned when I realized they were right. I was damp. No, no no!

Two fingers found their way into my snatch and strong muscles pushed them deep. I groaned. I was finger fucked while the other guy played and slapped my hanging breasts. I heard a zipper and I tried to beg again. The warm head of a cock was slid across my face and I jerked away. He laughed.

"I got to have some of this!"

I was dragged off the couch, turned and my chest, shoulders, and head were pushed down onto the couch. My legs were forced apart and another sound of a zipper followed. There was no delay. I was entered forcefully, the air catching in my lungs. 

He began pounding into my snatch, his fingers digging into my ass. It hurt. "Yeah, yeah, give it to her! Fuck her!"

One hand slid off my ass and around between my legs. He stopped his thrusting for a minute in order to roughly massage my clit and to feel himself in my cunt. He let go and hammered even faster than before, grunting and digging into me. He came deep inside me.

"Yeah baby!" called the other guy. I hated that saying.

He pulled out of me. Sounded like the changed places. "Oh fuck man, what a mess! I don't want to screw that!"

"Well, don't. There's another hole."

I began to fight again. 

"Oh no!" Slam! Slam! Two on my bare ass, hard, stinging blows.

The cock head was pushed against my anus. I puckered up. 

Slam! "Don't do that bitch!"

I tried to relax. He must have applied some of his friend's lubricant because he pushed in a little easier. "Oh fuck man, she ain't no ass virgin! Are you whore?"

In and out in short bursts, deeper each time. Please don't, I thought to myself. But I wasn't talking to them, I was talking to myself, Because I was…I was… I was getting aroused. Stay still, stay still.

"Oh fuck, she pushed back! You want me deep don't you?"

He was right. I had pushed back. Oh what the hell! I pushed again, a small wiggle.

"Oh shit! She likes it!"

The guy who had already fucked me spoke up, "If you promise to be a good girl, I'll take the gag off."

I nodded yes. The gag was removed and I gulped in some air, and let out a moan.

"Tell us you like it slut."

"I like it."

"More!"

"I like it, fuck me please, fuck me."

He increased his rhythm, coming up onto his feet, knees bent around my side and used his weight to bury deeper into me. I let him know that I loved it!

"Turn her around, turn her around!"

Together, they helped me slide off the couch and down onto my hands and knees without giving up his position. Just moving like that caused some incredible feelings in my ass. And when the cock was offered to my mouth, I took it in eagerly. I could taste myself still on it. He was bulging again and I figured it would take some effort to get him to cum again after emptying into my snatch. 

They fucked me like that for what seemed ages. And me, still unable to see whom they were. And you know what? I didn't want to know. I didn't want to be disappointed and I was very excited just thinking about two strangers having their way with me.

As the guy in my ass announced he was going to blow, I actually stopped holding myself up on my hands. One went around the cock I had been sucking and I masturbated him fast and hard. I was pleased when he gasped. My other hand went down between my legs and massaged my now throbbing clit.

It seemed to me we all came at the same time but that only happened in cheesy stories, didn't it? I didn't care, I was happy, happy, happy drinking down jism and having my ass pumped at the same time. Combined fluid dripped down off my cunt and fingers.

"We got to go bitch. Thanks." One guy said.

"Maybe you won't be so rude next time."

Some lesson. I was thinking I should be rude more often if I was going to be TREATED this way!

Costume Party



Dawn was understandably nervous. She had taken chances with her husband before, meeting Shaun at lunch for their sessions, calling him on her cell phone before her husband came in the bedroom, then hiding it, letting Shaun hear her fuck him, but this time she would have so little control. The costume party provided a perfect way for Shaun to get close to her with her husband right there but to switch places with another woman! She couldn't believe she agreed to it. But her Master had ordered it and she submitted. He was taking more and more control of her life and she loved it. It was dangerous but erotic and letting him control her always made her so wet. She was wet now as she put on the clown costume. Her husband couldn't figure out why she rented it. It was big and bulky with an oversized plastic head. It sported the old style flap in the back for going to the toilet, probably because it would take so much time to get it off one would probably pee themselves. She had insisted and he gave in. At least he wouldn't be fighting off men like he would have if she wore a cat costume.

On the drive there Dawn went over the hand signals with John. One for drink, one for pee, one for let's go. She said with all the noise and the big hollow head she probably wouldn't be able to hear him or he her. So she'd just be quiet all evening. He thought it was pretty stupid and then she reminded him she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone else and he thought of the men she'd avoid and just went with it.

Once there he knew she was right. You had to shout into the ear of the person next to you to be heard. He couldn't understand a word she said from the time they walked in so she just kept quiet. She could drink using a straw through the air holes in the head. They danced and drank and enjoyed themselves. They pointed out the good or outlandish costumes. She flushed went he pointed at the devil, although he may have been more interested in the devil's companion, a woman about Dawn's height and build in a form fitting black cat outfit. Eventually, John needed to piss. He left for the toilet and was no sooner out of sight when the devil came up to her. He handed her a note, smiled and left. "Disabled toilet. She will be waiting. Obey her."

Dawn ripped the note into tiny pieces and dropped it. She waited for John to return and signaled that she needed to pee. She left and went to the disabled toilet. It was locked. She knocked. The cat opened the door and she slipped in.

"Strip." Said the cat and Dawn did so hurriedly. The cat also removed her own costume. Dawn went to pick up the cat's costume but the cat stopped her. "Uh uh." She purred as she pushed Dawn down to her knees. The cat pushed her shaved pussy into Dawn's face and said, "Make me cum. Master's orders."

Dawn began to lick and suck the pussy's pussy. The cat was noticeably impressed and was soon moaning with pleasure. She grabbed Dawn's head and pulled it into her snatch. "Oh yeah, baby. Yes! Lick my pussy." Dawn's tongued worked skillfully until she felt the cat's body start to shake. A moment later the cat howled and sent a load of cum into Dawn's mouth. Dawn started to lick it up but the cat pushed her away and giggled, "Gotta stay nice and wet."

They put on each other's costumes and the cat left. Dawn wondered what to do next and decided to leave as well. The devil waited outside. He lifted her mask and kissed her passionately. Her knees went weak. He led her to a back area of the dance club and down the darkened area by the closed kitchen. Suddenly he forced a bit into her mouth and pulled back on the reins. "Tonight you are a Pony Cat" he said. His pony girl training of her kicked in. Her legs came up high in a trot and she moved forward being directed by the reins. His pitched fork poked or swatted her ass and he led her down the corridor and finally up to a wall. "Hands on the wall and bend over." He ordered and she obeyed.

"Does my pony cat want Master to ride her?" he asked. She couldn't speak with the bit so she nodded. He pulled down her stockings exposing her ass. His fingers reached inside her pussy. She was soaking. He pulled out his cocked and stroked it to full erectness and then pushed it in. He started slowly and she moved with him. She loved the feel of her Master's cock inside her. He gave two quick tugs at the rein and she sped up to a trot fuck. She started to moan. They continue this way for a while, too long she thought. She wanted that cock ramming her pussy. This was a tease, though she was already close to cumming. Two more tugs and she squealed with delighted. Gallop. She pushed her ass back quick and hard and he shoved his cock in to match. She came almost immediately. She was shouting out through the bit, thought he couldn't understand her. "Fuck me, Master! Fuck your slut's pussy! Yes! God Yes! Fuck me! I love your cock!"

She came again. "Yes! Oh fuck! I am yours Master!" She wished he could hear and understand her. After her third orgasm he reined to a stop, pulled out and slipped his cock into her ass. The fucking continued at full gallop. Her screams became squeals and then screams again. She came again and he was close. He pulled out and moved quickly around her, putting Himself between her and the wall. She dropped to her knees as he pulled out the bit. She swallowed up his cock. She wanted to drink him down so badly and soon he was emptying a big load into her mouth. She drank it all down, savouring it. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. "Back to the toilet. Don't look back. Ignore all distractions. Go quickly." She thought that odd but obeyed.

After a wait the clown arrived. They changed again this time the clown licked her clean and made her cum once last time and left her with a parting warning. "Go along with what your husband says, no matter how nervous it makes you. Just agree."

Dawn got back to John and danced with him a while longer but soon indicated she wanted to go. He seemed more than ready to leave as well.

She was quiet on the way home not knowing where to start a conversation and wondering about what the girl had said. Finally John broke the silence, "Did you like getting fucked that way?"

Her heart stopped and her colour drained.

"Dawn?"

"Uh, yes?"

"You don't have to pretend. That really turned you on. I could tell. Fucking you was…different."

"What?"

"Not bad. Different. It's just watching the devil fuck that cat while we fucked in that hallway… I really wanted to leave when we saw them but, you know, you want to get a good look. And then you started stroking my cock and then…fuck! I've never done anything like that before. But you got me going so bad I just had to release it. I'm glad that costume has easy access to you! Man, you were soaking. I slid right in. That kinda shit really gets to you, huh? And I've never fucked standing up like that either. And get this. After you left the devil came up, giving a little applaud, saying, 'Great performance.' I was a bit flustered but I said, 'Yeah, you too.' He said it was easy with the bitch he had. Called her a fuck machine and a complete slut. I'm not surprised the way she moaned and screamed. She was wilder than you! But he said the way I made you react even under that clown costume he could tell I was a Master and shook my hand."

"A Master?"

"Yeah, can you believe that?"

"Yeah, I believe it….Master."

"You making fun of me?"

"No, I just think he's right. So you really enjoyed that tonight?"

"It's not something I'd repeat or plan but it was…different. Yeah, I enjoyed it."

When they got home they were both horny again. Dawn couldn't get the thought out of her head. Her Master had arranged it so her husband watched her fucking him and got off on it! The whole time! She was stunned. She wanted him, wanted him badly. John would have to do until she could see him again. And she could pretend especially tonight, she could get away with it. John laid her back in the bed and asked if she was ready for it again. She said, "Yes, Master." And let fantasies take hold.



Costume Party



My wife Debbie worked at a large office complex where civilian contractors work for military weapons systems. Every year at Halloween they threw a raucous costume party with booze and dance. Debbie would tell me about all the office politics and romantic affairs. I often wondered if she was immune to those affairs she assured me were rampant in the office. We have been married just over a year.

Debbie is a plain, frizzy blonde who looks great in a skirt. Her physique isn't athletic, but she keeps trim. That gives her plenty of curves where they're needed. I've heard people describe her as having a "nice personality." She convinced me to go to her first Halloween party with her, but I'm not really sure why. I only knew one other couple there, out of some two hundred plus people.

Their party is one hundred percent costume, so we put some effort into getting some outfits. Debbie acquired a sexy gangster style outfit that consisted of a tiny pinstripe dress and gangster hat. The hemline was barely below crotch level, and she wore garters, fishnets, and knee-high boots with it. She put on black lace panties under the skirt. Just watching her put it on was exciting; any movement at all exposed her panties, but it all fit the costume. Mine was a simple gothic robe designed to make me look like a vampire figure. The medallion and satin-lined hood looked really cool.

I'm not sure what I had been expecting, but over two hundred people was certainly a surprise. There was just too many people. The buffet bar was wrecked, the punch bowl was empty, and the drink bar was the only functioning service. Debbie isn't good with booze, but there was nothing else to drink. We ordered drinks and hoped for the best, not sure we would ever get them. Our costumes fit right in, although Debbie's was pretty revealing. There were a few candy striper outfits and lingerie costumes that showed more than they should have, so Debbie wasn't too out of the park. The most revealing was worn by two of the guys, that I saw. They were naked, except for those gag elephant-nose bikini briefs where their penis is inserted into the elephant's nose. I kept waiting for them to be escorted out, but apparently they were within the bounds of reason.

I was lost right away. I had no idea who to talk to or what to do. Debbie knew everyone, and she got roped almost immediately by friends. I sighed at my wonderful fortune for the evening and just stood around like an idiot. Debbie, to her credit, came by to check on me several times, and I would hand her a fresh drink. 

The band started about an hour after we got there, and I drifted closer to the dance floor. Picking my wife out of the crowd, I signaled her for a dance. The floor was so crowded, that we could barely move. We danced a full dance and a partial second. During the second dance, one of those naked guys with the elephant nose squeezed through. I watched him approach and saw what he was doing. His "nose" was sticking straight out. He had a nice erection under that nose and was busy circulating behind the women dancers. I watched him move from woman to woman and slide his erection between the legs of the dancers from behind. Just one or two pumps, and he was moving on. I suspected he would get every female on the dance floor, and he did. He pumped twice behind Debbie, and I saw his "nose" appear twice from between her thighs as she danced.

Debbie squealed and spun around. That was the end of the dance for me, because she laughed and hugged naked guy. She kept dancing, but was facing him now. He nodded and laughed at something she said and he danced close for a couple seconds. His "nose" again speared between my wife's legs, but this time from the front. She burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to hang on. He grabbed her hips and just started pumping his nose back and forth between her thighs. It had to be rubbing her panties. She laughed harder.

What a prick. Maybe he could have asked me before he dry-fucks my wife in front of two hundred people? And did she have to look like it was a load of fun for her?

I left the dance floor to get another drink. Tonight was just peachy; maybe the IRS would serve me with an audit to top it all off. Near the bar, I ran into the only other couple I knew there, Rick and Katy. Rick was a boisterous back-slapper who had little respect for anyone. Katy was an earnest brunette with one of those Egyptian cuts. I always had the impression she was intensely considering something. Rick was dressed as a sultan, and Katy as a sexy bride. Her white dress was as short as Debbie's. I'm sure if I watched Katy, I'd see the flash of her white panties. Her garters, white stockings and short white veil were the antithesis of Debbie's costume.

Rick glanced at me and shrugged me off. He wandered away, leaving his wife there talking to me.

"I don't know why I come to these," she said.

"Me either. Debbie doesn't need me here." I pointed to her on the dance floor. She was still getting teased by elephant nose.

"Maybe if we worked here, it would be different," she squinted around at the people.

I snorted. "Well, of course it would. Maybe then it would be me getting away with sticking my penis in between dancers legs."

"What?" She blinked at me.

I pointed to the dance floor again. "See him?"

Katy nodded.

"He poked his erection between the legs of every female dancer out there, including my wife."

"Oh, yes. He's the Lead Project Manager. Rick's told me about him." Katy folded her arms in a self-hug.

"How many of these have you come to?" I asked.

"This is my third. Everyone uses it as an excuse to flirt."

I took it that she meant Rick. But he flirted with everyone. Then again, she might have been right. I looked around the room and started studying the people. I didn't know who was who and who was attached, but there did seem to be a lot of close contact and flirting going on. I glimpsed my wife on the dance floor and strained to see her. She was dancing with some other guy now.

Katy and I had nothing else to do, so we talked while our spouses circulated. Debbie would come and go, collecting a drink each time. After her fifth drink, we noted that her dress was getting disheveled. I pulled Debbie close and told her that maybe we should go. I didn't want her doing anything she would regret.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Debbie demanded of me.

"Huh?" She never talked to me like this.

"I'm here with friends for the company party and you want to screw it up?" Her words were slightly slurred.

"I think we should go." I started to take her arm.

She pulled back sharply and glared at me. She turned to the bathrooms and stalked off.

"Gee, my newlywed bride sure loves to listen to her husband, doesn't she?" I shook my head.

"I'm sorry," Katy said. "I know exactly how you feel. Rick does that to me all the time."

We commiserated together for a few minutes until Debbie wandered back from the bathrooms. She handed me some wadded up lace. "Here, hold these, would you? They're bothering me."

I looked down as she sauntered back to the dance floor. She had taken off her panties. My eyes got big as I showed them to Katy. She just pursed her lips. 

We moved to follow so I could keep an eye on my wife. Debbie was back out on the dance floor and her movements hid nothing. She was flashing with each move. She was dancing with some guy in a toga. We watched as the guy would pull her in close and she would lift her miniskirt a good five or six inches up, revealing everything while rubbing against his leg. People began to notice.

"Maybe I should drag her out of there?" I wrung my hands in frustration, and a little bit of disgust.

"I bet she'd make a scene," Katy muttered.

Elephant guy had noticed, and he passed up everyone to get behind Debbie. He made a few pumps and then grabbed her hips. Debbie pumped back against him. He began pumping slower. Debbie lifted her skirt and everyone looking could see she was naked underneath.

Agitation and anger ate at me, but as long as she was on the dance floor, she couldn't get into any trouble. She was going to get eight or nine earfuls at home, though. I know many men used this kind of thing as an excuse to wildly beat their wives and send them in a bloody mess to the emergency room, as if that really solved anything, but I wasn't one of them.

"I lost Rick." Katy craned her neck around. 

We moved to the other side of the dance floor and saw him cornering a little redhead. He was leaning close and talking. I saw Katy stiffen and her jaw line twitch. Her hands made fists, but she made no move to walk over to him.

"I hate these parties," she said.

"Dance with me?" I smiled.

"Sure, why not? I can be just as lewd."

We moved to the dance floor and I pulled Katy in close. She pressed against me and we moved in a tight dance. I held her with relish; she was a pretty woman. Katy was true to her word and worked her hips against my leg, rubbing her thinly covered mound up and down against me.

"I can be just as lewd," she repeated when the dance was finishing.

We left the floor and went for more drinks. I stayed close to her, not wanting to give up the space she was allowing me into. No one seemed to care, since we were pretty tame in comparison. We looked like any other married couple, hip to hip and face to face.

"You know, I don't see Debbie anymore," she said after draining her last sip.

I looked around the dance floor. Hot flares of anger and jealousy picked at me. "Crap."

"I'll help you look," she said as she pulled me after her.

I followed and scanned the rooms as we passed them. We scoured the first floor and finally nodded at the stairs to the second floor offices. Katy made sure to go up before me on the stairs, and I knew exactly what she was doing by it. She was giving me a good view of her white panties. I was a little delirious with drink and panties when she backed up from a doorway and pushed on my chest.

"Mmm, maybe we should just go home." She glanced around.

It took me a second, but I heard voices from the room and one was Debbie's. I pushed around Katy and into the office. Katy tried to stop me by hauling on my arm, but I wasn't slowed, I just pulled her frail frame along with me. Debbie was in there. She, or someone, had removed her little mini-dress. All she had on were her garters and stockings. She was laid back on the desk as elephant guy worked his uncovered erection in and out of her vagina. Four other guys stood around her, one with his cock in her mouth. 

I was blown away at the sight. Debbie had never done anything like this. Was it the booze? Was she really that pissed at me? Was she drunk and not aware of getting fucked? Or maybe she had been doing this all along, mixing with the romance of the office place like she said everyone else did? Was this an every day occurrence? Was this why she didn't wear panties to work under her dresses? How many cocks would she take before coming home every day?

As if to answer the question, elephant guy strained against my wife's hips and shot his load into her. He pulled out to show that he wasn't even wearing a condom. Debbie made no move except to open her legs wider as the next guy moved up and slid his cock into her. He pumped her forcefully, comfortably, like he had done it before. No condom on him, either. The desk shook slowly as he fucked her. Debbie put out for me twice a week. Here she was taking everyone who was waiting without complaint and we were barely married a year. I felt cheap, cheated, and disgusted.

Bitch.

Katy finally succeeded in pulling me away and out the door. "I'm so sorry."

I just blinked.

Katy wrapped me in a hug. After the typical "timer" on "friendly" hugs had elapsed, I grew aware of the close press of her barely covered body. I could still hear the desk rhythmically scraping along the floor behind me. The sound of the fucking - the grunts, the moans, the scraping of the desk, and my wife's muffled cries of pleasure - stirred me into passion.

I should have been in there. My penis hardened rapidly. She should have been asking me for more sex if she needed it. She should have been getting her pleasure from me rather than from some dude with whom she worked. My erection ached. It was pressed into Katy's crotch and I realized I was making movements against her that spoke of my lust.

Why was I turned on by the situation in the room behind me? Was it because my wife liked it? Whatever it takes to make her happy? Or was it more that she still loved me and stayed married to me while making sure she took care of her needs with quiet affairs? Did I somehow admire her for being so independent and yet still coming home every night? Why was I burning with lust? I hadn't gotten hard until I was out of the room, so it wasn't the sight of her getting fucked. It wasn't just some visual stimulation. No, it was much different than that. Was it some form of worship where I had a low self-esteem and viewed her as a better person? Or was I the better person but secretly admired her trashy, fuck-everyone values? Was I totally off the mark? Too deep in my thinking? Or too shallow?

I noted Katy responding against me, her crotch pressing into mine. The sounds from behind me made me dizzy. Was my lust fueled not by psychological reasons but by something as simple as the lure of the forbidden? 

Nah. I had no desire to molest children, or small puppies, so it wasn't the forbidden. Katy would have been coming on to me from the start if it was about something you "couldn't have." And then it came to me. The lust and burning passion wasn't so much an indicator of some bizarre psychological problem, but rather just as simple as easy pleasure.

Behind me, Debbie was getting her pussy pleasured by a handful of willing dicks who would go back to their own wives and girlfriends and leave her with only the pleasure of having had nasty sex. She wouldn't have to argue with them afterward. She wouldn't have to do their laundry or cook for them. She wouldn't have to worry about their approval, because she had gotten their approval up front as they slid their cocks into her. Simple pleasure with no "strings" attached. She was getting satisfied and thrilled with the forbidden knowing she could come home after and resume her normal, happy life.

No strings for them or her, but all the strings for me. I was the one faced with having to address an STD result from all this. I was the one who would be expected to raise and provide for the little bastard children that could come along. Bastards.

As for me, I must have envied her. Or maybe I envied the guys doing her. I found my hands roaming over Katy and even up under her miniskirt. Her hands cupped my butt and pulled me in. My lust echoed the sounds because I was in some ways happy that she was getting her easy pleasure. At the same time, though, I was jealous on a couple of levels. What she was doing was supposed to be mine, only. The guys in there were using something of mine. I felt violated inside myself for what they were doing to her. Yet they were merely doing what she had given them permission to do.

Fine. Everyone might be the master of their own bodies, but shouldn't she have at least asked me? I can't imagine ever saying yes to her asking, but then I suppose that's why she didn't ask. She decided and opened her legs. It was up to us to deal with that rift in our marriage when we went home. Better that she had asked, I had said no, and she had done it anyway than how it had transpired. At least I would have felt respected out of it.

My fingers were reaching in between Katy's legs and she was moaning quietly against my shoulder. The silliness of my thoughts struck me as I realized that I wasn't willing to wait to see if Katy should go ask her husband. I pulled her into the adjacent office and shut the door. My lust was driving me and my passion was hot right now. No, I wouldn't be seeking to engage in passion with Katy by asking permission first. That seemed to be counter-productive. I think if we both stepped back and took the time to ask, then the moment would be lost.

I laid Katy back onto the couch and removed her panties. Passion doesn't wait for permission. When it comes, it can't be denied by logic. No, it needs satisfying the moment it arrives. With two willing people knowing there's no strings, there's no reason or time for permission. I knelt down to Katy's thighs and she opened her legs for me. I felt happy to be here lowering my face to something that belonged only to Rick. I felt no animosity towards him, or competitiveness. I didn't feel like I was stealing anything from him. As my tongue touched her lips, I felt only satisfaction that I was about to give her pleasure. If anything, I felt closer to Rick in that I can know that we've shared the same pleasure - almost thankful to him for the pleasure I was taking, even though it was without his knowledge or permission.

Katy arched her back and grabbed my head as I worked my tongue over her folds. I was rock hard. I had my face down in this married woman's pussy, licking away like I was her husband. But I would be sending her back to him after she was pleasured. Her moans sounded lusty and happy - they weren't faked. I felt honored that she had allowed me to experience this, to give her pleasure, and to satisfy her lust. I felt happy, complete. Katy's body squirmed under my tongue and her movements built in speed and urgency. Her body bucked and she started gasping.

I guess I was doing it the way she liked it.

She gripped my head and shuddered. I thought she was going to pass out. "Oh wow... I never come that fast! Mmm wow!"

She was pulling on me and I knew she wanted me in her. I quickly pulled off my costume and released my aching cock. It was smeared with pre-come from when I was out in the hall listening to my wife get fucked. She cocked one leg over the back of the couch and rested her other foot on the floor. Her sexy body was spread out beneath me as I climbed onto her. She had a huge smile on her face that lit up her features. She was so pretty. I didn't see any questions or doubts crossing her mind as I aimed my penis at her.

No, no doubts. Only eager anticipation.

"Mmm, fuck me..." Katy raised her hips and tilted her very wet pussy up at me. She looked beautiful in that wedding dress.

Was that an invitation? Permission? I laughed to myself, happy.

I gripped my penis and rubbed it around her swollen lips. I smiled at her and stared into her captivating blue eyes. There was no stopping us, I think. If the door had opened and both our spouses walked in, I think we would have kept going. They would have had to wait while we fucked. I positioned the head of my erection between her lips and teased her opening. She squirmed harder, trying to get it inside her.

Gee, no second thoughts? No wondering where your husband is? My thoughts were chasing each other around in my head. I didn't know what tomorrow or even later tonight would bring as far as how we dealt with our spouses, but for right now, all that mattered was that I slide my hardness into this willing woman. So I did. I pushed gently. The head disappeared inside her wet folds. She felt very warm and wonderful.

Katy's hips surged up to meet my gentle push. I slid in slowly, relishing the feel of my shaft sliding into her eager wetness. My cock was triumphantly penetrating the forbidden pussy of one of our friends. Katy moaned in satisfaction, relief, and lust. She wanted this fucking as much as I did. Her eyes would cross a little, then refocus. As I pulled out, her eyes closed and opened, slightly crossed, maybe even swimming. I slowly thrust back in, all the way, until our pubic bones ground gently together. This might be the only time I ever got to fuck Katy, and I was going to enjoy it.




Costume Party



There was no ramming, slamming, or screaming. This was all about taking our time to satisfy our lust and enjoy something that wasn't supposed to happen and probably would never happen again. I gave Katy the best and most thorough fucking I could. She responded with moans that seemed to erupt from places within her that were so deep and forgotten that I knew her husband had never heard them. I moaned back in passion as I thrust my penis slowly in and out of her. Seeing her beauty beneath me, I was overwhelmed with the gift she was giving me. She was giving me something that she had promised only to Rick. I felt a wave of emotion and lust over the generosity implicit in her act. I leaned up and kissed her deeply. The kiss was passionate, probing, and sensual. Not only was I fucking her, but I was owning her passion.

I looked down to watch my shaft repeatedly violate her and when I looked back up, her eyes had partially closed. All I saw were the whites of her eyes. She really enjoyed this and I was bursting with happiness that I was able to give it to her. She felt so good inside - all wet, warm, and soft. I loved the feel of her vagina, it was heaven. I didn't want to, but with relish, I felt the building tickle down in my feet that my orgasm was approaching. Every nerve seemed to be drawing breath as my thrusts quickened. When I thought my nerves would burst, they began to tickle and convulse. 

My breathing seized up as my orgasm built toward it's crest. Katy was so delirious that I couldn't ask her if I needed to pull out. Everything in my body told me to pump my prick into her deeper. I wasn't going to stop now. I wasn't going to pull out. Katy seemed to unconsciously know that my time was near. Her eyes didn't open, but her body responded beneath mine with energy and vigor. She pumped back with long lusty movements that left me feeling like she was the one fucking me!

The world around me tilted and my vision swam as I felt the muscles in my body convulse in one long pushing motion. It rippled up from my toes, down from my neck and shoulders, rushing towards my super-sensitive hip joints. The rippling pushed at my crotch and I sank my shaft all the way into Katy's pussy. At my farthest, straining reach, my penis ejaculated my sperm directly into her. With suddenly frantic convulsions, I tried to push my squirting cock even deeper. Sperm shot out of me and gushed all over Katy's cervix. Katy's moans turned to wildly approving wails as she used her body to milk my engorged shaft. She could feel the sperm squirting into her and she clung harder to me in acceptance of my deposit. The convulsions rippled back out from my hips in a backlash effect and sent reverberating tickles out to my toes and back again. Just when I thought I was done, the ripple hit back at my hips and I quickly strained to shove my shaft in deep again. More sperm shot out of me and into her pussy again, as if to make sure that she had received enough seed in there.

I collapsed onto a suddenly laughing Katy and we laughed together in relief and orgasmic exhaustion. Neither of us knew what to say after we had sat up, but our smiles said what needed to be said. We had shared something against what someone else would wish, but between the two of us, we had made the decision to give and receive as adults had done for centuries.

The party was a hit for me, finally, but the rest is difficult to come to terms with. I talked to Debbie over the next few days. I had come to realize that you can't put a logical face on everything. Her actions at the party had a number of factors, none of which were related to any unhappiness with me. Oh, I had tried to ask why she had done it, but she responded with the only answer she could, that being that she didn't know why. Of course she didn't. There was no rational decision to do what she did. She just allowed passion and lust - her feelings - to lead her along. It took my experience with Katy to see that. Debbie feels guilty, although I tried to tell her that I forgave her for it. She feels the need to punish herself for the sake of tradition, I suppose.

You can guess, I'm sure, that I did not tell Debbie that Katy and I were guilty of the very same thing. Only a fool would have. A smart man knows to keep his mouth shut at certain times. This was one of those times. If I had told her, this wouldn't be a mutual "let's work this out together" situation. No, it would suddenly turn into one-sided "asshole men" doing totally unforgivable things.

If there is a next year's Halloween party for me, I will attend with pleasure. And if Debbie is found again to be chasing lust, well, I guess I'll at least be expecting it. With luck and a few other things, I might turn next year's party into something really big. What other things? A camera to take pictures of Debbie's infidelity, exposure of said pictures to people involved, and the will to wreck as many marriages as possible. I would destroy the lives of at least a dozen individuals and then I would steal Katy.

The destruction would even be approved by the relatives of those involved. Society is funny that way. There's nothing like several good kicks when a person is down, to keep them down, and then to remind everyone for the rest of their lives that the adulterer's life is over. It's a sanctioned power trip that allows us cuckholds to appear morally superior. I was in a win-win situation.



Costume Party



He brought up his idea at breakfast, and he said he wanted me to think it over during the day before making any reply whatsoever. That was fine with me - I finished my coffee and headed out the door to go to work, blinking and shaking my head.

As you might imagine, I was absent-minded and distracted all day, and I realized at about 4:00 that I had forgotten lunch entirely. I called him up and asked if he minded having an early supper, and he agreed.

We made some small talk during supper, but I was really focused on getting some food in my stomach. Between skipping lunch and drinking too much coffee during the day, I was thoroughly wired.

"So," he said as he cleared the dishes away, "have you given any thought to my proposal?"

"Yes, I've been thinking it over." That was an understatement.

"This party you want to go to - you're pretty sure no one there is going to know who I am?" I asked.

He nodded. "I can virtually guarantee that no one at the party will know you. This is a pretty eclectic group, no one will show up uninvited, and everybody involved has a vested interest in as much discretion as can be reasonably exercised. That's why the whole "masked ball" idea caught the interest of the group - everyone will be masked, and we won't be taking the masks off at midnight."

"Sounds a bit like 'Eyes Wide Shut,' if you ask me."

"Not at all! If anyone steps out of line to the slightest degree, there will be no shortage of people lining up to beat the crap out of the offender and pitch them out into the street. A little naughty pleasure and a touch of thrilling fear is one thing, but abuse and coercion are right out."

"Do you trust these people?"

"Several of them, yes, I know and trust. I wouldn't consider attending any event like this without a couple of people to watch my back - and they feel the same way."

"And if I refuse? Would you just go without me?"

"No, dear - I wouldn't. Aside from the fact that they wouldn't let me in the room without a partner, the purpose of the whole event is to play as couples, exploring boundaries in a safe environment with your partner."

I stared off into space for a few minutes, then grinned.

"All right, why not? When is this party?"

"That's my girl! Why don't you grab a quick shower - the party starts in ninety minutes."

"What? Right now?" I spluttered.

"Right now! I thought it would be best if you didn't have a lot of time to worry over it." As he bundled me off to the shower, I had to admit he had a point.

I showered and toweled off while he got into his costume, and soon we were off to the Halloween party. He tossed the keys to the valet, and we found a dark nook in the entryway of the house so that he could make final adjustments to my costume.

"Wearing a mask is one thing, but are you sure you want to wear this one?" he asked. I nodded.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be less nervous and freaked-out this way."

He slipped the black leather half-hood over my head, snugged it down to cover my eyes completely, and zipped it down the back. After a few more minutes of fumbling and adjusting my floor-length cape, he led me by the elbow. He knocked twice, quietly, and I heard the door open.

"Come in, come in! May I take your coats?" The voice seemed friendly enough.

"Not just yet," he replied. "Ah, certainly. Right this way!"

He led me down a hall and into a larger space, and I heard the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses.

"Ah, here's another pair of friends," a voice called out from across the room. The conversations grew quiet.

"Come up here, then, and let's see your costumes. I've got a pretty good idea what you're going for, but the lovely lady presents a bit of a mystery!"

My knees trembled a little as he led me across the room and I felt many eyes upon me, but I kept my head up. This was gut-check time - I could always cry "Uncle!" and run away, but I decided to brazen it out. My lover turned me to face the room, chuckling.

"Well, as you might have guessed, I'm dressed as the Master." I heard a few titters pass through the group, and I smiled as I imagined him standing there in his leather gear.

"And what Master," he continued, "is complete without a slave?"

As he spoke, he peeled my cloak apart from top to bottom and dropped it on the floor behind me. Everyone in the room gasped, and I heard a couple of drinks go down the wrong way - someone was coughing while another pounded him (or her, I guess) between the shoulder blades.

My heart took off like a triphammer, and I felt a blush pour across every inch of my skin. The room was totally silent. My nipples hardened, and I shivered briefly.

My Halloween costume consisted of a pair of padded handcuffs (double- locked behind me), a thick leather collar dangling a long silver chain, and the snug leather hood that covered the top half of my face, most of my neck, and the back of my head.

That's it.

He handed my cloak to someone beside him, took my chain in his hand, and said, "Ta-Da!" as he slowly turned me around in a full circle.

I heard someone approach us, fumbling with a piece of paper.

"Umm, well," stammered a new voice. "I need to give you both a number for the voting later on, but I'm not sure how - "

My lover laughed. "Got you covered," he said. "Here's a marker - just write it on, right there." I felt his finger tap the top of my left breast. Gasps and giggles chased through the room.

"Go ahead, don't be shy!" He cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed, presenting a nice firm writing surface. I giggled as the marker point traced a number on my skin, tickling me.

"My word," offered yet another unfamiliar voice. "The lady deserves a drink after that, if I may be so bold."

"Definitely," agreed my lover, and soon I felt glass against my lower lip. I tipped my head back and drank from a glass of excellent white wine.

"I'd like to sit down," I whispered.

"Just a second - someone's fetching a towel for you to sit on, like they do at nudist colonies." I filed that tidbit away for future reference. He gave me some more wine, then led me over to a couch. Someone put the towel down, and more than two hands guided me down to it. I clenched a fist, wondering who else was touching me.

Several cushions were arranged behind me so that I could relax comfortably with my hands behind my back, and I settled in with a sigh. Another couple arrived and took the spotlight off us, showing off their costumes. Nobody choked on a drink for them, I don't think.

I felt his arm drape across my shoulders, warm and reassuring.

"Are you doing all right?"

"I'm fine. I'll be all right," I said, enjoying the warmth of the wine.

"Oh, yes - you're fine, all right," he chuckled, stroking a fingertip across a nipple. I tensed, but the hum of conversation around us flowed on uninterrupted. I crossed my ankles.

"More wine?"

"Yes, please."

After another glass, I told myself to stop worrying so much about the people around me. There were probably fifteen or twenty people at the party, and no one tried to engage me in conversation. I felt a little self-conscious at times, but the hood helped - at least I didn't have to look anyone in the eye as I sat there naked on the couch. I began to wonder if my lover had not gone a little "over the top" with my costume - perhaps the whole room was shunning the both of us for our display of bad manners, or some such.

"Don't overthink this," he whispered in my ear. He was reading the set of my mouth and my body language perfectly, as usual.

"No one is upset, horrified, or aghast. More than a few are openly admiring your courage, in fact - mostly wishing they could get up the nerve to do something like this themselves."

I rolled my shoulders and made an effort to relax. I started to speak, but he kissed me.

He put a lot of thought and effort into that kiss, and I felt the last little pangs of concern shatter in the back of my mind as I returned the kiss with interest. He caressed me, and I leaned into him, losing myself. After a long, long moment, we came up for air.

"Keep that up, and I'll need another towel soon," I whispered.

Another kiss - I felt his hand glide across my belly, my hip.

Someone sat beside me on the couch, and it took me a full five seconds to come out of my haze and begin to think about who it might be.

"Some sweets for the lady?" A male voice, very deep. My lover chuckled, and I suddenly smelled strawberries.

I blushed, licked my lips, blushed again, and opened my mouth tentatively.

Nothing happened.

I cursed myself for being self-conscious, opened wide, and tipped my head back.

"Exquisite," rumbled my benefactor, and I heard a murmur from the people closest to us. I felt the strawberry brush my lips, and I bit down slowly, not wanting to bite any fingers.

The strawberry was fantastic - especially followed by another sip of wine. I got used to the idea, and Deep Voice fed me a succession of strawberries, pineapple chunks, and cherries. He began to tease me, brushing my lips with bits of fruit and pulling them away before letting me have them.

When I tried to sit up straighter, my lover slid halfway behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. Hooking his elbow around one breast, he gripped the other and started kneading me. When a cherry brushed my lips and I craned my neck to capture it, he slid his other hand up my inner thigh.

A few thoughts of concern or embarrassment bounced around in my mind, but the experience was just so sensual that my doubts drowned in my racing blood. After a few more morsels, I realized with a start that my legs were open - his other hand had been busy while I wasn't paying attention. About the time I considered clamping my thighs together, another strawberry brushed across my lips - and his fingers stroked my pussy.

I moaned, pursed my lips, and all but begged for the strawberry. When I bit down on it, my lover slipped a fingertip between my lips and stroked me. The next few minutes were a blur, and then I was breathing heavily, sagging in his arms.

"Are you all right?" he whispered.

"Whoa..." I shook my head to clear it.

"Oh! Tell me I didn't just - "

"You did."

"We didn't!"

"Oh, yeah."

I clapped my thighs together, and I knew I was covered in a burning blush.

"It's all right - it's cool! Listen - everybody's just having a good time, like we are." As I turned my head back and forth to listen closely, I could tell he was right - I heard normal cocktail-party sounds, along with a fair number of sighs and moans of a more personal nature. I blew out a big sigh of relief and sagged back against the cushions.

"Where's the guy with the fruit?" I asked.

"Oh, he's around here somewhere. He did enjoy feeding you, though."

"Not as much as I did, or he'd have asked for the towel."

"That's true. Hang on here for a sec - I'm going to get some munchies for us." Before I could protest, I felt him get up off the couch and heard him walk across the room. I tried to become invisible, but I must have failed - after a minute or two had passed, I felt someone settle into the couch beside me. A small, warm hand patted my shoulder.

"Don't mind me - I've just got to sit down and take a breather. These shoes are killing me." I tried to place the accent, but couldn't. Something Asian, perhaps? She sounded fairly normal - just a woman at a party, taking refuge from foot cramps.

"N-no problem," I stammered, twining my fingers together deep in the cushions.

"I have to say, my dear, that I think you may have won the costume contest hands-down. The big "17" drawn on with a marker just adds to the effect."

"17?"

"It's your 'contestant number,' or something - you know, the one they drew on you when you arrived."

"Oh, right!" I had forgotten all about it. "I didn't know there was a contest."

She laughed easily, comfortably. "Didn't he tell you anything about the party?"

"Not a whole lot - just the basics, I guess. That's probably just as well." I wondered again where my lover had gone.

"Are you all right? Are you comfortable with all this?" she asked quietly, leaning close.

"Oh, I'm fine - this is certainly... interesting!"

She chuckled, patting me on the thigh. "That's the spirit!" she said. I felt the couch shift as she stood up, and then she wandered back across the room.

Finally, he came back and sat beside me. He fed me cheese cubes and various other finger food for a while, along with more wine. The party was in full swing, and I definitely recall hearing a couple of women climaxing - so, it wasn't just me, after all. I was relieved.

I went into a dreamy haze - he was kissing and stroking me, and I was totally blissed out in his arms. After a while, it slowly dawned on me that there were more than two hands on me. I tried to count them, but those kisses kept coming - I never got past about five or six hands before losing track.

My apprehension was gone - it felt so good to have all those hands stroking, squeezing, and caressing me. Big hands, little hands, warm and cool. When he paused for a moment, I tipped my head back with a contented sigh and smiled broadly. His pleased chuckle told me that he was having a good time, too.

When I felt silk brush my foot, I twitched reflexively.

"Some of your new friends would enjoy a better view," he said. "Do you mind?"

"No, that's fine," I said, leaning forward for another kiss.

He scooted me forward a bit until I could feel the hard edge of the couch, then enlisted a couple of people to help build a big mound of couch cushions behind me. I settled back like a Persian queen on the pillow pile, completely comfortable. Busy hands wrapped scarves around my ankles, knotted them tight, and gently drew my legs up and apart. When I was fully spread, a series of jerks and tugs told me that the scarves were being tied somehow to the ends of the couch. After that, I wiggled around a bit to get more comfortable and smiled to show that I was nicely settled.

I got the impression that most of the people in the room were gathered close by, watching. Quite a few were right there on top of me - at some signal I couldn't see or hear, hands touched me all over at once. I moaned and writhed, loving every second of it. When I felt fingers gently opening my pussy wide, I briefly wondered whose they were - but then I put that thought out of my mind.

"Well, there you have it - finally, my slave's costume is complete."

I blushed at the polite applause that followed, certain that everyone was looking at me now. He turned back to me and kissed me, whispering.

"You're amazing - simply amazing."

I grinned back at him.

I was about to make some kind of reply when he kissed me hard and quick, then pulled away. The next thing I knew, he was on his knees in front of me, licking me.

I drew a deep, startled gasp, and most of the party guests did the same. I couldn't even speak - he had buried his face in my pussy and was eating me out with great enthusiasm. The hands touching me froze when I gasped, then resumed their exploration of me when I didn't scream or flip out. I think I recognized the tiny warm hand kneading my right nipple, and I remember wondering if her feet were still hurting.

The buildup was fast, insistent, and spectacular - thirty seconds later, I came hard with a wordless howl that rattled the room. All the hands drifted away, and I lay there panting, totally shattered.

We won the costume contest, by the way.



Costume Party



Halloween has always been my favorite Holiday, I have always loved getting dressed up in costumes, and going out in public all dressed up, this year was no different in that fact. However what was different this year was they type of costume I wore.

For years I went with simple, but kinda pretty costumes- safe costumes in other words. The cat costume- ears tail, and a outfit of black jeans and turtle neck. The witch- hat and almost ankle length black dress. The Priestess- full coverage dress and a circlet. Always I looked "nice" "cute"- safe.

This year I have decided I was going to do my costume differently. This year, if I got "cute" it would be fallowed by "but sexy." I've become more comfortable with my body, I have started to enjoy showing it off, and I was very happy with the out come.

Those that know me intimately were not too surprised by the subject matter, they however were very surprised- and happy with the manner in which I made the costume.

I was a fairy, but a very naughty fairy. The skirt of my black dress went to three inches above my knees, but it was all torn up, the rips ending a good three or four inches higher. The top of the dress I pinned to my bra so it showed maximum cleavage, and then offset that cut with a beautiful corset. Covering my legs were fishnet tights and my fuck me boots. I looked good, I looked hot, and I felt sexy as hell.

Today was the day after Halloween, but that didn't mean my enjoyment was over, for tonight I was going to a costume party.

I had been looking forward to this party for weeks, ever since I received the invitation, for a few reasons. It was a chance for me to get out of the house, out of the town and go spend time with my friends who I see so seldom due to the distance between where we live. I will not lie the other reason I was so excited about this party was because there were hopefully going to be several guys there that I have been very attracted to for a long time, one of them was even the host of the party.

My story for you is not what happened at the party, though I did enjoy myself and had a lot of fun that night, but rather what I had wished had happened at that party.

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The night was just dark enough, with a slight chill, enough to send some inside, but for me it was a perfectly cool evening. I stepped out of my van and took a deep breath, excitement already pooling low in my belly. No matter how long it has been between visits it's always the same, excitement warring with nervousness and pure happiness.

I pull on my wings and walk up the short distance from where I parked to the house. Looking up on the hill I see that my friends have already started to gather and are building a small bonfire, the perfect addition to the night. I stop briefly inside to add my offerings to the party list, and then I am out at the fire.

One of the first people to catch my attention is my ex boyfriend Chris. His costume is very simple, and totally him. But what truly sparked my interest was the addition of two eyebrow rings since I had last seen him. I have always had a weakness for facial piercings and tattoos, and these added to Chris's rugged looks.

Just a few minuets after seeing him and already fantasies were playing in my mind, mixtures of memory and desire.

I was thinking of the last Halloween, when at the end of the night we curled up in my best friend Jimmy's bed and slept; until Chris decided to wake me- his hand down my panties slowly teasingly rubbing my clit until I started to wake, then faster and harder until I was cumming all over his hand. Remembering how I repaid his mischievous ways by pushing him down on his back, starting to kiss and nibble his neck, and ears, the most responsive parts of his upper body. Then I was making my way down his torso, to his pants, pulling them down just low enough to let his dick spring free. I give him a playfully evil look before I start my assault, licking his hard dick from base to tip, playfully nipping the sensitive spots, swirling my tongue over the head already leaking pre-cum. His arms are bracing the the walls trying to keep the bed from moving even as he fights to remain quiet under my ministrations. I move from my teasing onto sucking his dick hard and fast. Alternating between deep throating him, and using my hand to stroke his length as I suck and lick at the head. When he cums into my mouth with a muffled groan, I suck down every last drop giving one last lick before moving back up the bed to cuddle and kiss him, noticing that Jimmy is getting up and leaving the room....

I come out of my memories wet and horny, but join in the conversation and the party, meeting some new people, but always my eyes are seeking out Jimmy, he is dressed up as a girl this year, and a very pretty one at that. Where most people would be offset by guys in drag it doesn't bother me, and sometimes can add to the excitement. I find him and our eyes lock, as always feelings of desire run through my body, adding to the wetness between my legs. I move as close to him as I dare with all these people around. The night progresses and I stay with him for a bit moving between all the little groups that form over conversations and then drift apart. Soon it is only me and Jimmy outside in the light of the bonfire, he is sitting next to me rubbing up and down my inner thighs I'm sure he can feel the heat from my desire but he never runs his hand up high enough for any real fun to start.

But in my head I am remembering that one stolen night between us, how he showed up at my door in the middle of the night unexpectedly. We went back to my room to talk like we have so many times before, then he was climbing into bed with me. Kissing me firmly his hands were making there way under the blanket- my only covering- stroking my body to full arousal. I can only whimper and moan under his treatment before moving on to nip his neck, running my hands in turn over his body finding that he is already hard, and stroking his dick through his pants. Soon he is pulling off his shirt and then his pants, it is only moments later that he is filling me. As he is thrusting into me hard and fast we are kissing, nipping, and holding onto each other. We switch up positions, he moves me into doggy style and mounts me in a way no other ever has. Wrapping his legs around mine in an odd but delightful way, it allows him to pound into me faster and harder then before. With a quiet scream I am cumming hard around him, and hearing a grunt from him I know he has cum as well.

I focus back on the conversation and notice that people have started coming back outside. I am disappointed for I was hoping for something, maybe a quick roll in the grass even. Jimmy flashes me a smirk and I know he can read my disappointment clearly. Later on at the end of the night when every one who is staying over is finding places to crash, Jimmy tells me, that if I want to take a shower and wash off the blue hair spray and the glitter that covers my body, I am welcome to. A little while after I have climbed into the shower and am enjoying the warm spray, washing all the cosmetics off I hear the door open and pause for a minuet not sure who has entered. When I hear the rustle of clothes I blush thinking maybe some one is too drunk or too desperate to care that there is some one in the shower, and are about to relive themselves.

When the curtain pulls back and Jimmy climbs in I am pleasantly surprised, no words or time is wasted. We are kissing and rubbing at each others bodies, stroking each other to frenzy, he is pushing me against the wall and parting my legs, thrusting his length deeply into my willing wet pussy. It is amazing the feelings of him thrusting hard into me the warm water cascading over us, his lips against mine, his hands gripping my hips hard almost painfully. Soon I am cumming so hard I swear I am seeing stars and I know he is cumming with me. With one last kiss and a light rinse he is leaving the shower first. I am too dazed to say much of anything. When I have finished showering, drying off and getting dressed in my boxers and t-shirt I find that he has already gone to bed. I don't have the courage to go join him in his room.

So feeling warm and fuzzy still I make my way into the living room and find a couch to rest upon. I noticed upon entering that Chris has claimed the other couch and is apparently fast asleep. I gaze slightly longingly on him before laying down and getting comfortable on my chosen bed. Sleep has almost claimed me when I feel another body climbing over mine, lips finding my neck and working all my hot spots, when I open my eyes it is to see Chris. He slowly moves his lips to mine leaving light kisses along my jaw line. He gives me a long hard searing kiss, our tongues battling much as they used to. "One more go for old times sake?" He whispers in my ear before renewing his assault upon my neck and I am helpless to tell him No. It doesn't take us long to remove our clothing, doing the things that we know will entice the other, my biting at his ears and neck hard but careful not to leave marks, his rubbing and pulling at my breasts and nipples.

He has me move into doggy style, our favorite position, and he rubs his dick over my ass, before shifting down to enter me. I am dripping wet and I know my pussy is clenching him tightly by the hiss that leaves his mouth, after a minuet he is thrusting in and out slowly then a little faster. He never gets as rough as I like it, but he makes up for this by reaching down and massaging that spot on my lower back which always drives me crazy with desire. As he rubs it I start bucking matching him thrust for thrust. Only quiet moans and the sound of skin hitting skin fill the room. The added excitement that is in the air, the chance of getting caught spurs us on faster. All too soon he pulls out and I feel him cum over my ass, I smile knowing some things never change.

Chris has always been an ass man and enjoyed cumming on mine. I roll over and he reaches down between my legs parting my lower lips with his fingers. Finding my clit, the little bundle of nerves already sensitive to touch, he rubs around my clit brushing his finger tips over it closer and closer, harder and harder until i cum hard. My whole body bucking up and down. With one last kiss we get redressed before he moves back over to his couch and settles down to sleep, warm and fuzzy once again I roll over to do the same.

Morning comes all too soon, as I hear Chris getting up and putting on his boots. Then he leaves the house, and as I hear his truck leave the driveway I know that our actions will be a happy memory, but not something that we will talk about again. I follow his example and get ready to leave myself, I go and get my change of clothes from the van. Going into the bathroom I change quickly, when I exit I see Jimmy has woken, and is sitting at the table. I give him a warm look and greet him with a sleepy good morning, but before anything can be said his bedroom door opens and I see that his girlfriend showed up sometime last night after I fell asleep.

I have no ill feelings for her and am in fact a little bit attracted to her, and she had asked me before to sleep with her. Though I said yes nothing ever came from it. As far as I know she doesn't know about Jimmy and my actions, and it is best that way. 

This just shows me that my choice was correct it was time for me to go. Telling them goodbye I take my leave, and as I drive away it is with a smile on my face. I enjoyed myself last night and have two new memories to fantasize about in the middle of the night when I am alone.



Costume Party



I've been at this party for two hours now. I'm regretting coming here, why did I let Steve talk me into this. I don't know anyone and I can't tell who's who in these costumes. I'm the only one in a biker costume. I feel I'm the oddball in a sea of cartoons and comic characters.

"Hey Steve, I'm done with this. I'm going to head home!" I shout to my friend.

He shoots me a thumbs up as he continues to hit on this hot little nurse in the kitchen. I make my way past the clusters of characters. I reach the door and something tells me to glance back. As I do I see this woman come through the living room. She is dressed up as Snow White, and a very sexy one at that.

After watching her pass down the hallway I shut the door and head back inside after her. I find her in the kitchen and some guy in a cop costume is hitting on her and she doesn't seem to be enjoying it. I grab a couple drinks and deliberately interrupt his flirting.

Acting as though she's my girl I stand behind her and offer her a drink.

"Hey sweetie, there you are. I got you a drink." I say as I shoot the cop the stink eye.

"Aww.. How sweet, thank you." She says as she unexpectedly pecks my cheek.

The cop guy gets this disappointed look on his face as he says goodbye and walks away. She turns around and thanks me. 

"Well you are very welcome my dear. You were looking a little irritated with him." I say.

"Yes.. He was being very rude." she admits as we clink our glasses and drink our beverages. "So biker boy, do you want to dance?" she suddenly asks.

Before I can answer she grabs my belt and pulls me to the dance floor. Some fast paced rock music start playing and she pulls me against her. She grinds her body up and down mine. She spins around and presses her ass up to my crotch and looks up to kiss my lips. My hands wrap around her waist and I grind myself against her ass.

It feels like were the only two people there. After what seems like hours of trance-like dancing with this woman she puts a hand on my shoulder and glides it down to my hand as she walks away. She grabs my hand and pulls me to follow her. She leads me around the wall and down the hallway to a bedroom.

I follow her inside and shut the door behind me. She lunges to me, forcing me against the wall and presses her lips to mine as she locks the door. 

"I don't want to risk having to share you.." she whispers me.

She kisses me hard repeatedly as our hands roam each others bodies. She backs away from me and begins to remove her corset as I let my jacket drop to the floor. Her dress floats to the ground while I kick away my boots. I feel my cock push up against my pants. I think to myself, how lucky am I? My teenage fantasy, I'm going to fuck Snow White.

She backs up on to the bed and beckons me to come to her. Hypnotized, I obey and climb up and on over her pressing my lips to hers, making her moan into my mouth as my hand caresses her soft, bare thigh. She pushes me back and pulls of my shirt before shoving me on to my back.

Leaning over me, she starts kissing my neck and my hands wrap around her hips and massage them deep. Her lips wander down my chest and midsection. She stops at my belt, unbuckles it and whips it off me with a big, sexy grin on her face. She undoes my pants as I raise up and wrap my arms around her. Burying my face in her soft, full breasts I unhook and slide her bra off.

I roll her on to her back, sliding my hands down her curves to her hips and back up to her breasts. As I caress them and suck on her hard nipples she writhes in pleasure with longing sighs and moans. I kiss my way down to her panties. I slide my hands up her thighs and under the lacy fabric before slowly pulling them down and off.

I stand up and let my pants slide to the floor. Grabbing her by the feet I pull her to me and lower my face between her thighs. I glide my tongue up and down her moistening slit. Flicking her clit with each pass making her breathe faster. I massage her hip while I eat her pussy. I look up and can see her chest heaving. Her moans of pleasure are making my cock harden for her. 

I wrap my lips around her swelling clit and suckle it as I slide two fingers inside her. Her inhales sharply as my finger penetrate hard. I pump them in and out as she grabs the blankets, clawing at them. She sits up and grabs my head.

"Mmm... Yes, baby please don't stop!" she whines, "Oh my gaw... Oh that feels so good."

My fingers speed up and I can feel her pussy clinch around my fingers. I stand up and kiss her, making her lick her juice off my lips. She leans her head back taking sharp breaths.

"Ahn.. ooh, baby! Right there... yes!" She yells, "Mmm.. make me cum! Hah-ahh, I'm going to cu-m!"

Her hand latches to my arm as her body tightens and she tries to stifle it but can't. She let's out a long moan as she falls to her back. Her moan fades to short, sharp breaths. Her chest heaving, out of breath she melts off the edge of the bed and onto her knees

I sit back in a chair in the corner and she slowly crawls over to me. Still breathing heavy she grabs my hard cock and starts to stroke me. I lean my head back and growl as her hand slides up and down the shaft. She teases the tip with her soft, warm tongue and my toes curl a bit. She slides her other hand up my midsection and rakes her nails back down.

"Rah.. Damn, girl. Hmm.. don't stop." I growl.

She lowers her face to my cock. Wrapping her tongue around it and then her entire mouth. She takes me all the way in and holds it letting her tongue go wild. I grab her hair and grit my teeth. She pops her head back for air and laughs as I finally relax and breathe again.

I take her by the hands and stand us up. I pull her close. Wrapping her ass up in my hands I press my lips to hers and smack her perky ass. I spin her around and bend her over the end table. I slide the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit.

"Hahnnn, yes baby. I want you inside me. Mmm, please fuck me!" she sighs.

I slide my cock inside her making her twitch and grab the table tight. Rocking myself in and out of her hole she moans and begs for more. I keep wondering how I got luck enough to live out a fantasy. She still has the damn ribbon in her dark hair. I'm so turned on I start to fuck her harder. She bucks up and pushes her back to my chest. she reaches back to grab my head and her other hand to my thigh.

I reach up and squeeze her breasts, causing her to whimper longingly. I bury my face in her neck. Sucking and nibbling on her soft skin, I begin to thrust into her harder. 

"Ahhmm.. Baby, I want you to cum for me. Please, cum for me!" she groans.

I pull out and lay her back on the bed. I pin her hands beside her head with my hand and fuck her wet pussy slow and deep. The bed is rocking back and forth, she is moaning with ecstasy. I thrust into her increasingly faster. She starts to breathe harder. I can feel her clinch around my cock. I feel it welling up, my toes curl.

"Oh fuck! I'm cummin' girl! Hahnn... Rhaaa!" I roar. 

Pulling my cock out and releasing my hot load all over her midsection. I lay down beside and wrap my arms around her. We're both out of breath as we kiss each other hard. We lay together until we fall asleep wrapped up in one another.



Costume Party



So I went back and forth on whether I was going to submit this one or not.  I've been fighting a bad head cold, and my voice is a little different sounding in this one I think.  Hopefully you all still like it. :)

I wanted to do a Halloween theme for October and it's always fun to dress up in costume.

Thanks again everyone for all your great comments and feedback and votes.  I really appreciate it and read them all.

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