We are dressing for the Halloween party. I'm going as Lois Lane and Sean, my husband, is going as Superman. My name is Helen. I'm 26 years old, 5'5", 120 pounds with shoulder length chestnut hair and dark eyes. I'm slim, but curvaceous and have firm 34C boobs. Men flirt with me; calling me a sexy Diane Lane. I like it.
My husband Sean is 28 years old, handsome in a Viking way, and maintains his college athlete body with regular trips to the gym. His best feature in my view is his thick, eight inch cock.
Sean is a bit controlling and demands that I dress modestly and behave as the chaste wife that I am. I have never strayed from my marriage vows and believe my husband to be faithful as well. I dress as he demands, and as I said I am faithful, but I do like to tease the men in my office. I find excuses to bend over in front of them displaying my shapely round ass or letting them look down my blouse.
I look in the mirror and realize how dowdy I look. A simple dark business suit over a white blouse, the hem of my skirt reaches the top of my knee. Fake glasses, white gloves, and three inch pumps round out the outfit. On the other hand Sean's muscular body is straining to escape a lycra Superman outfit. He obviously has omitted jockey shorts and his package is prominently featured.
Dressed conservatively as I am tonight, I remember feeling a little out of place with the revealing costumes some of the other women wore.
We walk the short distance to the party and find it in full swing. As last year, I was the most conservatively dressed and the costumes had gotten even more revealing. I opened a button on my blouse, although it felt somewhat comical.
We get drinks and Sean is approached by a blond witch with the cheeks of her ass clearly in sight. I watch other women's eyes rest on Sean's package. He is loving the attention.
Despite my conservative look a neighbor approaches and finds a way to get his hand inside my blouse and brush my bra. My nipples stiffen at the stimulation and I let him continue to roll my nipple between his fingers.
By 11 o'clock, the crowd has thinned, but the sexual tension has increased. I'm sitting on a good looking guy's lap and grinding his stiff cock against my skirt, stimulating my juices and wetting my panties. His hand is sliding up between my legs when he sees Sean approach and quickly removes his hand. Sean approaches, takes my hand to lead me away.
"Church is early tomorrow."
I am dying to get fucked and begin stroking Sean's cock as we walk home. (A little drunk perhaps!)
"What were you doing? Were you going to fuck him?"
"No! No! It was the wine. I'm sorry, besides I was jealous of you!"
"Jealous of me?"
"Every woman in the room was checking out your dick. I saw that red head rub it! How many other women did you let stroke your cock?" (The wine is really talking now. I know I'm in trouble.)
"I didn't let
anyone rub my cock--you on the other hand were actively lap dancing that guy. I--we have a reputation in this town. You're not a whore."
"I was just trying to get even!"
"You'll never get even with me," Sean replies in a cold voice.
I'm still drunk and resume massaging his dick as we walk. Despite his anger he's getting hard.
When we get home Sean takes control as usual. After stripping me naked, he slowly undresses and feeds me his cock. I swallow four inches and use my tongue and hands to stimulate both the shaft and his balls. He lies back on the bed lifting me over his body into 69 position. "Oh, baby, nobody ever sucked my cock like you." Sean likes to taunt me with his sexual experience, but he's not the first man to praise my cock sucking skill.
He pulls my vagina to his mouth and begins licking my clit. Sean won't allow me to shave, but loves devouring my hairy pussy. I encourage him to lick the walls of my vagina, "Put your tongue in my hole!" His balls tighten as I cum in his mouth.
He throws me on my back, rolls my legs up and pushes his cock into my soaking cunt. He's big enough that even as wet as I am, it takes some effort before he has all eight inches inside me, and I enjoy the machine gun pumping and his balls slapping against my ass. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Finally I feel him tighten up and the release of his cum inside me. I immediately reach another orgasm.
"Can I clean your cock?" He always says yes. I spend a few minutes enjoying the tastes of his cum and my juices mingled together as I lick and suck until he is flaccid.
We leave for church the next morning, All Souls Day. I'm dressed in an expensive sweater set and flats. Sean wears no jacket as he will wear a robe while singing in the choir. Leaving the church we greet Pastor Paul and his wife Gloria. They are an attractive couple in their mid forties. Gloria and I cheek kiss and she says,"Such a pretty child!"
Now the stretch to the Christmas holidays. I'm busy with preparations for Thanksgiving meals and decorating. Sean spends more time at the church. The choir must prepare for the holy days as well. Our sex life slows to once a week. Not enough for me, but I guess the stress of the holidays is taking its toll. The guys in the office still love me! Horny, I don't discourage their advances, hands casually finding my legs and breasts.
After the holidays the pace of our sex life does not improve--even after a marathon New Year's Eve or "annual anal" as Sean calls it. Like many husbands, Sean thinks he broke my anal cherry. The truth is I gave it up long ago and I can't remember a lover who has not stuck his cock up my ass. One guy only would fuck me in the ass. I like the feeling of a full anal canal as I rub my clit to orgasm. Sean would have had my ass easily, if he'd asked before I decided I would marry him and realized that an anal cherry is a must for girl husband hunting.
Sean teases himself pushing linked beads up my ass and slowly pulls them out. They are well lubricated but I fake discomfort. Sean has never pushed more than half his eight inches into my ass, but tonight he tells me he's going to spear me with all eight inches. One former lover pushed ten inches up and I loved it, but he was not as thick as Sean.
Sean makes his threat good pushing all eight inches in my ass. I feel incredibly full. He massages my belly to find his cock. "Fuck me!"
"How does that feel?"
"Huge. Fuck me hard!"
I find my clit and flick it viscously as I encourage Sean to push harder.
"Make me feel it, make it hurt!"
I fall asleep satisfied, cum sliding slowly out of my asshole.
We don't have sex for two weeks. I bought a new vibrator. Maybe I should give it up to Larry, the best looking of the office leeches.
Memorial Day Pastor Paul calls and asks me to stop by the rectory. He is nervous but finally gets it out. "Gloria has confessed an affair to me. Sean is her lover."
I confront Sean as soon as I get home. His excuses only enrage me.
"I never loved her." So you broke our vows on a whim?
"She's not as pretty as you." No shit, I'm more attractive than a grandmother. Fuck you, asshole.
"Move into the guest room right now. Never touch me."
Time to rethink my life. The life I thought I would lead, mapped out by Sean, no longer exists.
I finally take control of my life.
Over the summer I sunbathe frequently. I wear a small bikini bottom that covers my now shaved vagina and leaves strap marks on my butt and hips.. The top covers my tits but the straps have been cut off. My olive complexion tans, but my tits and cunt remain alabaster white.
After considering various looks for my pussy I settle on a landing strip from my slit towards my naval. Rather than crisp top of the landing strip, I use my prodigious pubic hair to drift off near my naval, well above the new bikini bottoms I now wear. The salon uses laser hair removal to immortalize my new look.
I have a diamond stud inserted in my naval and chat with the piercer about other options. He pierces the hood of my clit adding a gold ring and ball which rests against my clit. Now that it is healed, it does not continually stimulate me but does remind me that my "love button" is always available. I've bought selection of sex toys to tease it and be inserted in every hole.
The invitation to the annual Halloween party arrives. Sean looks at me sheepishly and I suggest we again go as Superman and Lois Lane. He's ecstatic. He loves showing off his big package at this ribald party.
I allow Sean back into our bedroom suite to dress for the party. I'm showering in the open shower,but keep my back to him. I face my mirror sink naked, my back to him. I do my hair, which has lightened from the sun and expensive coloring. I add perfume to my neck, cleavage and what is left of my bush. I spray the perfume and step though the mist. Sean finally sees me full frontal nude. My tits are creamy white against my tanned olive skin. My pussy now has a designer look, with expensive jewelry and salon quality shaving. His Superman costume can't hide his obvious hard on.
I pull on a thin blue bikini bottom. It is boy cut with a scrunch back, It is cut wide on the hips, but tight into my ass crack, revealing a good deal of creamy white cheek. The front dives all the way to my slit revealing my pubic hair.
Next I add thigh high white opaque stockings with a seem accentuating my sexy legs. I step into black six inch platform heels and stand. I'm now as tall as Sean.
A blue satin bustiere fastens with two snaps up the front and a bra closure just below my tits. The lace up back allows me to adjust it perfectly. It pushes my tits up; white mounds of soft flesh inviting sex. The bustiere barely covers my dark aureoles and exposes a large canyon of cleavage between my tits.
I add a satin skirt, only six inches in length. It closes with a silver zipper up the front and I adjust it very low on my hips. It falls about four inches above my stockings and less than two inches below my pussy. My panties are visible on my hips as is a light brown trace of my pubic hair.
I compete the costume with dark frame glasses and long white gloves extending over my elbows.
I wear a cape against the October chill as we walk the short distance to the party. This year as we enter and I drop the cape to the floor, all eyes are on me. Even the women check me out before moving on to Sean's now stiff cock pushing against the tight lycra.
I whisper in Sean's ear, "If you ever want to get back inside me, stay hard, don't cum and let me be the star."
Last year in my conservative Lois Lane, I actually got felt up and had stiff cocks pushed into my groin.. This year men seem afraid to touch, although three guys dropped cherries down my bra. Only one of them had the courage to retrieve them.
The hostess, Jeanie, approaches me. She kisses me on the lips as she wraps a lace collar around my neck, fastening it with a velcro closure. She says nothing but simply smiles and walks away.
I see Pastor Paul and approach him.
"You seem to be handling this better than I," he comments, looking me over.
I see a bulge in his pants and lead him outside. Without saying a word I unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and shorts down to his knees. As I take his cock in my mouth, I see Gloria watching. He obviously does not see his wife as he enjoys my oral skills. My pussy tingles knowing that I am sucking a man's cock in front of his wife. And a clergyman! Extra points!
His balls tighten and I know he can no longer hold his semen back. As the first blast loads my mouth, he sees his wife. It's too late, he closes his eyes and enjoys pouring his cum into my throat. He produces more cum than I can swallow and some escapes, sliding over my chin and dropping onto my chest. The semen slides down my chest until the bustiere stops it at the top clasp between my tits. I love the feel of hot cum sliding down my body. I pull the bustiere away from my chest to allow the cum to continue its' journey toward my belly.
I wipe the cum from my chin and lips, sucking it from my fingers as I walk past his wife.
As the clock moves towards midnight I here a chant of "Body shots! Body shots!"
We've never been here this late but I imagine the same tequila sport we played on college spring break.
Jeanie approaches again. I hadn't notices the brass ring on the lace collar. She attaches a dog leash to the ring and tugs me towards the dining room.
The entire party gathers around the dining room table as the hostess leads me. I almost fall from my tall heels but a neighbor catches me and lifts me onto the towel covered table. My pussy tingles as it did on San Pedro Island years ago.
Jeanie now squeezes a wedge of lime, dripping the juice over my milky white tits. She uses the lime to spread the juice over my tits and in the deep cleavage, still holding the pastor's cum. She sprinkles salt onto the wet juice
A guy pours a shot of tequila in my naval and proceeds to lick the salt from my tits, thoroughly enjoying going deep into my cleavage. He sucks the tequila from my naval and proceeds to surround my lips with his to take the lime from my mouth.
The crowd goes wild and calls for more. I shake my head no but make no attempt to move. they know I want to show off my sexy body.
Jeanie raises one of my arms and removes the long glove--slowly--to cries of "Take it off!"
She raises the other arm and does the same, then pulls my arms back over my head. My aureoles rise within the bra and are partially exposed. Jeanie ties my arms together in mock bondage.
Now the lime moving over my chest includes circling my nipples beneath the bra. The zipper of my skirt is lowered revealing a couple of inches of pubic hair. The tequila fills my naval, but then dribbles down my belly soaking my pubic hair. This body shot is far more sexual than the first. My nipples are sucked and a tongue reaches beneath my skirt after licking my pubic hair. As my tormentor kisses me, I tell him, "Stick your tongue in me." My breathing is deeper and I feel my conciensous blur. I want sex.
Now my tits are completely exposed as the bra clasp has been undone. The skirt zipper begins to be pulled lower to chants of "Take it off!" It comes off. The crowd thins as the more demure decide this may be more than they bargained for.
The bustiere snaps are undone and I wriggle to free it from my chest. The lime circles my nipples but then moves to my legs. Jeanie rubs the lime long the top of my thigh, but I open my legs and she coats my inner thighs all the way to my labia and slides the lime under my panties along each side. The tequila now soaks my panties. I can feel my labia opening. My clit is swelling.
Jeanie's husband sucks my tits and moves to my thighs. His tongue traces the lime up to my labia and he lifts my panties to slide his tongue in. I moan and push my pussy up to be licked. He obliges. Licking and sucking my clit and ring through the panties. I feel an orgasm is building.
I'm continuing to moan, bite my lip and thoroughly enjoy all of the attention from men wanting to eat me. I close my eyes, "Yes. Eat me!"
Once more the lime is applied to my tits. Jeanie climbs on the table and sucks my nipples, biting them hard. She traces down my body with her tongue, noticing the semen between my tits.
She goes right for the goods, pushing my panties down until they are stripped from my body. She licks my clit and pulls my clit ring with her teeth, then dives down deep into my cunt licking and sucking. I cum hard squirting a stream into her mouth and soaking the towels.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! I need a cock!"
Jeanie covers my mouth with hers and releases my squirt into my mouth. I gag as it runs down my throat.
My legs are rolled up towards my chest and spread open. I watch Larry from the office holding his dick and pushing against my vagina. When it doesn't easily slip in, he slaps it against my clit a few times and aims it back in the hole. This time it pushes through and he gradually works it up the canal past the G spot until his penis is fully enclosed in my vagina and I feel his pubic hair against my smooth pussy.
He starts pumping slowly. "Faster! Harder, you pussy. I need to be fucked
He responds with a viscous pumping and I'm cumming again. He tenses up, pulls out and shoots a prodigious load across my belly and tits. I scoop up some and suck my fingers.
The next three guys have a much easier time pushing into my open box of slush. They pump away as my pussy reddens and swells. They leave their loads inside me. The cum is squishing out as the final guy fucks my bruised cunt.
The debauchery subsides as well as my orgasm. I love the way I feel. I loved the fucking, but the body shots and their effect on the crowd was what I really loved.
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