Dennis

It was about twelve years ago that we found out what a really good scare would do for my wife.

Our first time at a well-known amusement park's Halloween scarefest set things in motion. There were several haunted tents, each with a different theme from a horror film or show. We knew that a little scare always got her heart pumping, but we'd never experienced anything like what we encountered that first time.

The initial house was themed around a vine that dined on people, and overall, it had some really creepy scenes. But it was the second tent that was based on an evil clown that brought her off for the first time. It was a maze of dark hallways with all sorts of gore that put you on edge right from the beginning. Of course, multiple versions of the clown would pop out from secret hideaways at the most interesting times.

The one that got her was the one from above. All the other jumpers came from one side or another and often held back to let several people by to lower everyone's guard. They had been doing this for many years already, and it was clear to both of us that they had this down to a science. As we rounded a sharp U-turn in the black matte-covered walls, down he swung. Pam was in the lead, as always, and smashed back against me hard as we both jumped from the unexpected overhead scare.

The wretched clown laughed maniacally before swinging himself upward and completely vanishing. After backing so forcefully into me, Pam quickly spun around to hide herself within my embrace and shivered uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck... I... I just came," she groaned into my chest while continuing to quiver on her wobbly legs.

Pam

Dennis pulled me aside to let others pass and held me tight until I was able to hold myself up. As he held me close, I rubbed my heated cunt against the growing bulge in his jean shorts. I moved my hand down and squeezed his cock before raising my skirt and fingering my clit through my thin cotton panties.

"God, I want another. Give me another, Honey," I pleaded while still grinding against his swollen prick.

The screams from the others getting the shit scared out of them were like a siren's song to me, keeping me close to climax. There was a short lull in the crowd, and that's when he got me again. Dennis had seen that same overhead prankster while holding me close and grinned an evil little smile of his own in his direction. The clown crawled across the rafters above the couple of feet that we'd made it past him and dropped down again, slowly, behind me.

"I want to taste the cum on your pussy lips," he whispered in a raw and vile voice before dropping to the floor behind me and running a finger under my skirt. He touched my taint through my soaked panties and traced back between my buttocks before laughing wildly and vanishing.

I shivered uncontrollably once again and came ever harder than the first time. Dennis held me close as my weight seemed to triple in the wake of such a breathtaking peak. I don't know whether it was due to the high of two successive orgasms or my secret desire to be used by a stranger, but I spun us around until Dennis was blocking everyone's view and quickly slipped off my soaking panties. Handing them to him in a ball, I could see in his eyes that he knew what I wanted.

Dennis

With Pam's damp undies in a wad in my left hand, I turned to face the area where her chilling nemesis would once again appear to scare the crap out of any unfortunate passersby. It was about a minute later when a large group approached that he surged downward and cackled like the malicious bastard he was. The people scattered about, with some bumping into us unintentionally and the rest screaming wildly and hauling ass forward through the dark labyrinth.

I swung my hand up to the clown's and pressed Pam's panties into his hand and offered, "If you want some, take us to a dark corner."

The psycho bozo dropped to the floor and chased a few more people away before grabbing Pam's hand and dragging both of us into one of the dark side areas, where another clown was waiting. Our bozo whispered something in the other's ear before he moved away. Pam released my hand and sat back on the stool in the dark corner, and spread her legs in offering to the unnerving joker. He moved toward her and darted about while growling and chortling. It was apparent that his aggressively random actions were spinning Pam up even more, as evidenced by the fluids running from her already slick puss.

Without warning, he dropped down in front of her and stuffed his face into her snatch while gripping and squeezing her ass. All the time he sucked and licked at her box, he continued to act and sound like a wild animal, which brought her to multiple orgasms before he finally backed away and took off. It was a good thing that there was a wall behind her, or she'd probably have fallen off the stool once he departed. Pulling out my phone, I took a quick picture of her sodden labia covered in white makeup for our later viewing,

Pam

When that twisted demon came at me, acting crazy, I was on the edge of cumming again. Then, when he pressed his tongue into my slit, I soaked his face with my nectar. He drilled my spreading flower like the deviant psycho who he was made up to be, all while continuing to scare with his erratic movements and sounds. As he defiled my hungry puss, I noticed that he began groping himself out of sight of Dennis. It wasn't long until he must have cum in his clown suit and then suddenly departed. In the most twisted depths of my gnarled mind, I actually wished that he had deposited his insane seed deep in my still-quivering quim.

I was still panting and shaking from the whole over-the-top experience when the flash from Dennis' phone grabbed my attention.

"You read my mind, you perv!" I said above the continual screams from the rest of the patrons of horror.

Once I was up and steady on my feet, we jumped back into the maze and continued on through the crazy clown house. Nearing the exit, one of the people who kept things moving inside approached me and fastened an odd-looking little pin on my shirt.

After I glanced down at it and looked at her questioningly, she said, "This will let all of the performers in all of the houses know that you are an admitted Scaredy Slut, and if they can make you cum from scaring you, then they may get a reward befitting the terror they have bestowed."

"Thank you," I replied as the weight of it all slowly sank in. The young lady remained close as I pondered what she said and then, out of nowhere, offered a "Boo!"

Feeling that down in my yearning muff, I leaned forward and kissed her greedily before pulling back again.

Licking her lips with a sexy grin, my pin giver remembered, "Oh, I almost forgot to give you the bag," and quickly turned and pulled a small gift bag from her backpack. Handing it to me, she whispered, "There are a few items in here to make the rest of your evening more enjoyable, including individual lube packets, assorted condoms, a pack of wipes for quick cleanups, and skip-the-lines passes for both of you so that you don't have to wait before your next great scare.

I gave her a thank you hug and kiss before we walked out the exit. Once we were away from the noise and craziness of the houses, I pulled Dennis to a bench, sat down, and told him everything.

Dennis

Pam told me that she'd been given some things that were a part of a huge fantasy of hers. Showing me the contents of the bag, she quietly asked what I thought.

Without ever expressing it in words, I'd long been aware of many of Pam's fantasies, including ones that involved sex with random strangers and her great enjoyment of being scared silly. She was a very sexual being, and that is one of the many things that attracted me to her. But, with us now in our mid-forties, our sex life had slowed considerably lately, and it was more my fault than hers. You see, Pam didn't really understand just how sexy she was and never really ventured down that road. She was a loyal wife and mother, and never strayed from our marriage.

After my inward thoughts, I responded by showing her the picture I took of her just after the clown left. There she was lying back against the wall, sitting on the chair with her legs spread obscenely. Her entire crotch was slick with her cum and also covered in white makeup from his face. She had a grin that would not be easily removed. While we both stared at her ecstatic state, I responded, "This is obviously a long-held fantasy of yours, and I would love nothing better than to aid you in getting all you can from it, so let's get going!"

Pam sat on my lap facing me before hugging and kissing me deeply, while tears of joy ran from her smiling face. When we both settled down, I inquired, "Oh, by the way, what's with the pin?"

"Oh, that's my Scaredy Slut pin. It lets all the performers know that if they scare me into orgasm, they'll probably get something in return. That is why they gave me the condoms, lube, and the wipes. The two passes allow us to skip all the lines, so that I can spend more time getting everything a Scaredy Slut could ever want."

"Well then, where shall we start? But first, a true Scared Slut probably wouldn't wear any undergarments. So I think that you should take off your bra for easier access to those wonderfully tempting nipples of yours."

Pam

"If I didn't know better, I'd think that you might be enjoying this more than me."

"I'm not the one having all the orgasms, but I'm probably running a close second watching you enjoy it all," Dennis answered while slipping his hands under my black horror t-shirt and unfastening my bra from behind. I held him close as he slowly lowered my shoulder straps so that I could pull my arms through them before he pulled my bra off and stuffed it in our backpack.

With his hands still under my shirt, he caressed my breasts and teased my nipples as we kissed some more until we got a few "get a room" yells from groups walking past.

"What house shall we visit next?" Dennis asked after our lips parted.

"What else do they have?" I inquired.

"It looks like they have a few based on movies like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Exorcist, and my personal favorite, Nightmare On Elm Street. So, where would you like to start?" Dennis imparted.

"How about that chainsaw one. Who wouldn't want to be chased by a crazed guy wearing someone else's face while sporting a chainsaw?"

"Okay, get those passes out and let's get going."

Dennis led the way, and at the start of the line, there were two gates. We were sent to the mostly empty one. Upon nearing the entrance into the house, they noticed my pin and pulled us out of the line and ahead of everyone else. They even held everyone behind us for about thirty seconds so that we were basically alone.

The initial set looked like the inside of a worn-down and abandoned shed with all sorts of farming tools hanging about and swinging back and forth. There was fog covering the floor as we entered a doorway into another section, which became the familiar maze-like layout of the previous house. Upon entering the doorway were heard the sounds of a chainsaw revving wildly as goosebumps and my nipples began to harden.

He jumped out from a side pocket of the meandering without warning, only to rev his saw and then slip back away just as quickly. I jumped backward into Dennis, terrified for those few seconds. It got my libido jump-started as I felt the dampness return to my inner thighs.

Dennis

That first one got her going as she jumped back against me, cranked up from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. After we began moving forward again, I noticed another version of Leatherface approaching from the right side. He nodded in the direction of a second one to our left, and I knew they had a plan to scare the wits and cum right out of my girl. I proceeded along with her, but dropped back a little as a third came up from behind me and tapped on my shoulder. Turning, a bit startled myself, I let him pass and pulled out my camera to record what I could in the darkness.

Pam

I heard the first chainsaw and then at least one more idling, but didn't see anything but smoke as it crept into the area. Reaching back for Dennis' hand, I couldn't feel him. That's when the panic hit. I spun to look for him, but all I saw was a massive beast of a man donned in that costume while swinging a running chainsaw in front of him.

With Dennis now where in sight, I turned and began to run ahead, but in the darkness couldn't find my way. With my hands in front of me, feeling the blackened walls for a way out, I heard the roar of his gas-powered device getting closer. That's when another one popped out to my left. I backed away from his grizzly gaze as he toyed with his smoke-spewing tool, only to feel the guidebar of another saw run upward between my slick thighs. The orgasm hit me like a hammer as I fell backward into Leatherface himself.

The vibrations from his gunning saw had me squirting and my legs weakening. I'd dropped down until my trembling puss was resting on the chainless machine. The intensity of the vascillations hit me even harder, and I began to slump to the floor until I was scooped up and carried to a nearby slanted table. It was part of the display with all sorts of sordid tools lying and hanging about for the torture that was surely about to happen.

I was placed so the passing crowd would see the back of my head and my shackled hands, which were at the highest point of the slant. None of them could see below my shoulders, and certainly not my spread and shackled legs. All they really got was a view of him picking up different tools as piped-in screams told them all they needed.

I was still leaking profusely from my ongoing climax when I nodded to the masked man to get closer. He leaned in to my face with a sickle in his hand and hooked in the top of my t-shirt, pulling it down. In a gravelly voice, I uttered, "Do whatever you want, the condoms are in the bag, but keep me scared."

He stood up straight, grabbed my t-shirt, and tore it open while growling like the monster that he was portraying. Slipping off his gloves, he groped my tits before pressing two fingers into my slick hole. I came again after just two pumps of his large digits. He then leaned down and suckled one tit while rolling the nipple of the other. People walking past could see him leaning down and his movements, and obviously assumed there was some sort of twisted torture going on, which, of course, there was.

Dennis

I taped as much of the action as I could before one of the free masked men waved me to one of their dark back passages. After a couple of turns, we arrived near a torture table that was tilted away from the passing crowd. They couldn't see the view I had of Pam strapped to the platform with her legs spread and her leaking pussy. I hit record again as he leaned in to her and stood back up to tear open her shirt and howl like a crazed maniac.

I watched as he felt her tits and then eventually began to finger-fuck her drooling cunt. I could see her cum hard again as her body tightened against the restraints. His hand was coated in her sexual bliss as he continued to pummel her with his double digits while sucking her tits. That's when another Leather-faced freak arrived and began running his shaking chainsaw up and down her splayed legs. The ferociousness of it all had Pam convulsing as her juices sprayed into the air. Her reactions seemed to scare the two a little, ironically, and they both backed off until she calmed down.

Pam

I was already experiencing continual orgasms before the second one appeared, with his crazed saw running up and down my bare legs. But with the two of them taunting and using me at once, I went off to a new level of climaxing. My body tensed and released over and over as my juices sprayed wildly about, with some of it even hitting my face as his fingers continued to invade my wanton tunnel. I guess they became worried at some point and backed away. I nodded to my original user, and he leaned in again to hear me say, "Remove the shackles, wrap your willy, and fuck me up against the wall until you cum."

My restraints were removed, and I was taken out of sight of the crowd. The first man dropped his pants, exposing a rather large and hard prick. He quickly slipped on a condom and then picked me up and pressed me against the wall. As his prick parted my soaked cunt I saw Dennis in the corner of the room recording the whole sordid thing. Between the size of his hard-on and his fast tempo, I came almost immediately. He continued on for a couple of minutes, with me having another climax before he finally jerked hard and slammed home while his penis flexed and swelled inside my happy little cunt.

After he set me down, I was going to offer his buddy the same, but he was already gone. The second guy reappeared a minute or so later with a few new t-shirts to replace my torn one. I slipped a new shirt and removed my pin from the old one before clipping it to my new one. With everything put away, they pointed the way back into the flow of people, and we wandered outside after one more good scare.

*****

Dennis

In the ensuing years, it had become something of a big deal for us to plan our annual trip to the horror show. We'd research the upcoming houses and think of ways to make them even scarier for Pam. We'd also explore easier-to-remove clothing and acquire multiple sets of them so that she could be ravaged over and over while still looking fresh for each display we entered. We also began to watch many of the newer horror movies to see what they were about, since about half of the exhibits copied them. That was my favorite part of the prep since she'd be so wound up that we'd have wild sex for hours afterward. Halloween soon became a year-round thing for us.

We gradually got better at being prepared for most everything, including the purchase of a high-resolution camera to get all the gory details of her pillaging. That was the part that I worked on getting better at because we loved nothing more than to watch her being scared to death and then used like the true Scaredy Slut that she'd loved becoming.

We must have watched the videos from the first year every night for months. Pam couldn't stop watching the way she'd cum so violently when scared out of her wits, and wanted it over and over. As the shine began to wear off those first videos, I'd taken up impromptu scarings by setting up the basement with different themes of horror. It worked somewhat for a while and was just enough to get us to the following year's event.

Pam

Dennis worked even harder than I did to keep things alive during the long wait until the next horror event, and we'd come a long way in preparation for something that seemed to be all about me. As watching his videos began to lose its luster, he started setting up certain intense scenes from many of the movies that we'd watched to get me going again. I know that he got a lot out of all this, too, especially with a re-energized sex life, but it all seemed to be for me, which was unfair to him.

One evening as we we planning our second annual visit to the park, I blurted out my thoughts. "Honey, I am beginning to think that this whole thing has become very one-sided, and I don't think it is fair to you."

Dennis responded without any thought, "This is for both of us, Baby! Don't you see how much closer we've become? And then there's the sex!"

"Yes, the sex. How is it that you're okay with me having sex with all of these strangers?"

"Baby... Pamela! This is not just about you. I've found through all of this that I love watching your enjoyment of being taken while so high from the scarings. You need to watch the videos again, but from my perspective. I know that marriage is supposed to be about two people, but it's also about helping that special someone get the most out of this one life. This is something that we share and something that has brought us closer than we've ever been, so don't think that this isn't about me as much as you."

"Are you sure?" I asked unsteadily.

"Very sure!" Dennis replied before pulling me close and kissing me lovingly, which slowly turned into an afternoon of wonderful lovemaking.

In our post-coital bliss, snuggling and smooching, I inquired again, "So, it doesn't bother you that I allow other men to fill me with their cocks in the heat of the moment?"

"No, and you know why?"

I shook my dead from side to side, silently.

"Because at that moment, it's something that you desire so strongly, and because I'm the only one who gets to deposit his seed inside you. That warm gooey feeling that sets you off every time that I cum is all for me," he said before slipping his growing erection back inside me and giving me another slow, loving ride before we both came again.

With everything out in the open and no guilt hanging over me, we finished off planning our next visit.

We both enjoyed the second time even more than the first and received multiple ideas about preparation from the folks who worked the haunted venues, especially about when they put me into the displays for others passing by, to view. This was also another huge turn-on for me, as they would get the occasional flash of nudity if they looked close enough.

Fast forward a few more years, and it was our fifth consecutive visit. We'd decided to go even bigger this time by staying an extra couple of days to do a two-fer. I was usually a bit sore from the big night, so we never considered going for a second. But with more time off this year, we booked a second night three days later, figuring that would be enough downtime for me before a second despoiling.

A current running zombie show on television had been added as a new house based on the genre. We'd been watching everything we could to prepare. It always seemed to scare the heck out of me when the hordes came and attacked someone. I was looking forward to seeing how they would handle the swarming mob approach since previously there'd never been more than one or two out into the crowds at once.

I'd been researching clothing even more and received a tip from one of the ladies working there about using tear-away clothes. They wouldn't get ruined in the heat of the moment, unlike during many of my previous outings. Even so, I purchased multiple outfits. I tried not to be too slutty in my choices, mostly opting for skirts and button-down style cotton short-sleeve shirts that I had tailored to flaunt my taut tummy and exaggerate my somewhat smaller breasts.

While I tried to keep a civil length on the skirts, I did have one or two shortened to 'don't bend over' short, just for inside the houses. I pull them lower on my hips for the walk there and then adjust them once inside the darkness.

Dennis and I had been exercising regularly for the past couple of years and were in our best shape since our twenties, which made our sex life even more enjoyable and made it fun to show off as much as possible. Almost all of the shirts left at least part of my midriff bare, which was exciting given that there were no fat rolls to contend with hiding.

Dennis

It was our first night back at our old haunts, and we opted for the zombie house first. A familiar face was working the door. It was the girl, Stephanie, who gave Pam her first Scaredy Slut pin. Each year, she'd get a new one with a different design, but this one was even more special. This one had a big number five in the middle, signifying her fifth consecutive visit as a Scaredy Slut. The girls hugged and chatted for a few moments before she presented the pin and said that this was very special because few ladies had ever achieved that status.

Stephanie also said, "They have something very exciting planned for you here since your husband informed us that this genre was a particularly big turn-on for you. Don't ask what it is, because I won't tell, but be prepared to be on display for this one. And don't forget your goody bag," she added while handing it to Pam.

When they finally finished hugging, we were allowed in, but without the usual holding back of the other patrons. Off to the left in a fenced-off display, there was a retreating group of dead moving away from a rotted corpse that they'd obviously been dining on just moments ago. Some were headed our way with the typical graveyard-style metal fence separating us. It did its job in holding them back, but got the scarefest started off nicely.

Pam was immediately wrapped around me as they howled and shook the rickety barricade. I noticed that her already insignificantly covering skirt became even shorter in the aftermath of the initial attempted attack. Walking through the darkened maze with Pam closely clutching me, we enjoyed the close calls of the zombies reaching into the crowd from either side of the makeshift fencing.

The sets were spectacular, as usual, but I sensed that they'd have to do something really big to get to Pam with all these other people around. We must have been about three-quarters of the way through to place when we came upon another large section of graveyard. It must have been the back half of the original one from the beginning, but it was hard to tell in the growing darkness.

Pam

I'd already cum twice from the extreme scares as we'd amassed a group of people around us. This was common as you moved through these super-scary displays. On and off, I felt hands on the lower half of my buttocks, which was increasingly exposed due to all the frightened jumps I'd been making during our slow progress through the maze. At first, they were just tentative swipes of the bottom of my glutes, probably testing me. However, the more we were pressed together, the bolder my unknown assailant became.

The touching only increased my pleasure from the scares, so I let it continue unhindered. When one perfectly-timed scare pushed us all backward and into a wall, I felt a digit slip inside my girly hole. Between the scare and its penetration, I climaxed while pushing back for more and clenching it tightly. A second digit was added, and a fast fucking motion ensued until we all decompressed and moved forward again. Although the fingers slipped free, I could tell that most of my backside was on display.

Rounding the next turn, we came upon another graveyard. There must have been over ten walking dead at the fence, rattling the dilapidated gates as they swayed in and out a foot or two. As we neared them, the gate suddenly gave way, and they shuffled into our walkway. This was a first for any house and ramped up the intensity quickly. Most of them made a beeline for our group, and many scattered, about five or six of us pressed backwards into a corner while the others scattered.

That's when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks and moving up and down. The warm, bare skin felt amazing as it slid up and down between my cum-slick buttocks. Just as my unknown player spread my cheeks for more, the dead managed to grab me and lift me up above their heads while they grunted and growled their triumph. I climaxed instantly while writhing in the air with their hands all over me. Moving about fifteen feet inside the gate, they lowered me to the ground and quickly surrounded me and removed my shirt and skirt before tossing them aside.

Mouths and hands were all over me as the faux biting began. They knew that they were okay with touching and licking me all over, but waited for me to say that anything else was okay. I'd never felt so many hands and mouths on my body while they fought over certain parts in true zombie form. They stayed in character even as they sucked my toes, fingers, tits, and pussy. I'd lost count of how many peaks I'd reached while still shivering in fear. After the one sucking my puss got the spraying of its life while I arched hard into the air, I begged to be fucked right there in view of the other passing attendees.

My legs were quickly pulled back against my chest as the first sheathed cock slipped easily inside my soaked vagina. He pumped slowly at first until I croaked out, "Harder, faster!" as loud as their own continual growls and yells. He picked up the pace, and soon I was cumming again from his efforts. It became an endless stream of cocks inside my slutty cunt, along with a few in my mouth, as I spiraled into a state of constant euphoria. I must have been there forever, as I was taken again and again, egging them on for more.

That's when I noticed that two of them never took their turn, even as a few had already had seconds. They had remained around my head, kissing my neck and sucking my fingers and tits on and off. As the latest of my fuckers had finished and was slow to move away, I reached for one of the ones that hadn't had a turn and pulled their face to mine.

"How come you haven't taken your turn? I'd like to please all of you if I could."

"I'm a girl," she offered in a whisper.

"You must have known that I was a Scarey Slut when you joined this group, so how can I share my pleasure with you to show my appreciation for bringing my many fearful orgasms about? Do you want to lick me, or maybe be licked?" I offered, having never been with another woman.

"Are you sure? About licking me, I mean," she replied shyly.

"Yes, for you and the other girl here. I assume there is another, since I noticed that two of you hadn't stepped up to the plate."

I noticed that she whispered into the ear of another flesh-eater on the other side before returning.

"She would like to lick you while you lick me, if that would be okay," the young lady relayed.

"Okay, boys, we're going to give the girls a turn for a bit, so give them some space."

The grunts were escalated as their obvious excitement at seeing three women together raised the sexual tension quite a bit.

The one I spoke to maneuvered herself until she was near my head, while the other crawled her way between my outspread legs and began to dine. I moaned whorishly as the obvious experienced female diner licked me up and down and paid particular attention to my untainted little star. The feeling was amazing, and I did what I could to press harder against her mouth.

"Are you ready?" the other one asked while hovering above my face with a cleanly shaved pussy ready to be eaten.

"Yesss," I purred as she lowered down and held herself millimeters above my slowly tasting tongue. Her scent and flavor were marvelous, and I wondered if I was now bi while I indulged. I pressed harder into her tasty clam while several digits invaded mine, and a single finger defiled my virgin ass. I arched hard against the infiltrator in what was a hard, spraying climax.

Dennis

When the mob of flesh-eating freaks grabbed Pam, I'd already started filming. I had a great view as they lifted her up with her legs purposely separated, exposing her cum-drenched pussy and pucker. The hands supporting her weight were already up against the sides of her cunt, while roaming fingers diddled it as they took her away. I was pulled inside the gated area before it was closed and locked. Once they deposited Pam on the ground, they pulled off her tear-away shirt and skirt, tossing them to the side.

I remained near the fence, but off to the side so as not to be seen by the others walking past. My initial view revealed very little, except for the ten or so zombies seemingly dining on her bare form. I only saw quick flashes of her nudity as they fought over certain parts of her. But, once she'd obviously invited them to have their way with her, I caught the image of her legs moving up before being pressed against her chest.

A "did you see that?" from the crowd passing by caused me to swing the camera to them. I filmed as several people stopped at the fencing. They gawked and commented on the obvious sexual connotations of the move and the closing in toward the bottom of her body.

"Damn, I think they're fucking her right out in front of everyone!" one guy spouted, while pointing at the zombie that really was.

"I think you're right!" another yelled as the first one came and another took his place.

After a few more comments, they finally moved along, and that's when I moved to a better spot for filming my wife's ongoing gangbang. I had to change memory cards at least twice while filming, and kept the camera rolling until everyone was finally sated. With things finally winding down, they helped Pam to her feet and slipped an oversized t-shirt over her head that came to her knees. They handed her the shirt and skirt, while one of them transferred the pin over to the dress-like shirt, and walked us both out the employee's entrance so as not to be disturbed by the other patrons.

I led Pam to the bathroom around the corner so that she could clean up a little. Once she was done, we walked to a nearby restaurant and sat down to grab a bite.

Pam

"How much of it did you get on video?"

"Pretty much all of it. I even got some of the crowd when the zombies pushed your legs back to begin your gangbang. A few of them saw your feet in the air briefly and then noticed the first guy moving in to take you. They hung around for a few minutes, but from their angle, there wasn't much to see, except when another guy moved in to take over."

"Was it everything that you imagined something like that could be?" Dennis asked.

"At times, it was overwhelming. Having so many hands and mouths groping, sucking, and nipping all over my body. I'll bet I'm covered in hickies. But whoever thought this up must be a demented genius, because it couldn't have gone more perfectly."

Dennis grinned a little sly smirk at my last comment, and I knew instantly.

"It was you? You set this all up? How?"

"Stephanie. I obtained her contact information during our initial visit after she gave you the first Scaredy Slut pin. She would email me the upcoming houses before they were released to the public, like she did with all the other Scaredy Sluts. However, when I found out about the zombies, I knew I had to come up with something completely over the top. My first suggestion was to have a few corner you in the walkway and have them strip you in full view of the crowd before fondling you until you begged to be fucked. They were afraid that you'd get assaulted or that someone would film it, and they'd get shut down, so I came up with what you got as an alternative."

"You sick, demented genius, I fucking love you!"

"Hello, guys. I'm Rachel, can I get you started with something to drink?" our cute little waitress asked.

"Yeah, we'll have a couple of Cokes," Dennis offered as the girl stared at my pin.

"Sure. Do you know what you want to eat yet? I only ask because the kitchen is behind, and if we put it in now, you won't have to wait as long."

"Well, we're in no rush, but since you asked, Rachel, I'll have a barbecue burger, medium well, with fries."

Dennis offered, I'll have the same."

Pretending to write slowly, it was clear to me that Rachel wanted to ask about the pin. "Did you want to ask me something, Rachel? Maybe about the pin?"

"Well, I don't want to bother you or get too personal."

"Ask me," I replied quietly.

"Are you the one that everyone is talking about? I mean, I know about the whole Scaredy Slut thing, but were you the one at the Zombie house just a little bit ago? Because, from what I heard, it was legendary. I also heard that your husband came up with the idea and filmed it all? Is that true?"

"Yes, to all of it," I said, just above a whisper while taking Dennis' hand into mine and holding it tight.

"Wow! I wish I had the guts to do what you did," Rachel added.

"Well, it's not about the nerve so much as a desire to be scared to orgasm and then show your appreciation for those who gave that to you."

Dennis

Rachel walked away, and I turned to Pam, "Don't ever be ashamed of what you've done. We do all of this together, and I will never feel embarrassed or guilty for giving you what you want and need."

Pam snuggled up, and we held each other quietly for a while.

Pam

"So, I'm thinking about visiting the one with the evil kid's doll next. That little bastard scares the shit out of me!"