I learned a long time ago, that life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan or hope, and sometimes you’ve just got to roll with the punches. But for me to tell you my strange and erotic story, or as I jokingly call it, my “journey through the rabbit hole,” you need to understand how I got to this juncture in my life.
Robert Falcone and I were married just after I graduated college. Robert, a handsome red-haired, blue-eyed man, who graduated a couple of years ahead of me, was a good and loving husband, never abusive, and even encouraged me to earn my master’s degree. He had a great paying job with a company that had hired him while he was still in college, and he climbed the corporate ladder to provide a wonderful life for us.
He even stood by my side when the doctors told us that after I was in a terrible car crash, that I had not only lost our baby, but that I wouldn’t be able to have any more children, and never once blamed me for it. I worked as a teacher at a local middle school and I loved my job. Robert’s company was growing and expanding, and several times a year had formal parties where we would go so Robert could network.
It was at what turned out to be my last party with Robert when my life started to drastically change. I suppose you could say it was when my “journey through the rabbit hole” actually began, though I didn’t know it at the time. Robert was doing his usual networking and I was chatting with some of the wives, catching up on the latest office gossip when a beautiful, olive-skinned woman with black hair and dark brown eyes walked up and asked, “Are you Crystal Falcone?”
“Yes,” I said.
Suddenly, she threw her drink into my face and screamed, “THAT’S FOR FUCKING MY HUSBAND YOU WHORE!”
I heard the collective gasp of the women around me, and I knew what people were thinking. I grabbed a napkin and attempted to wipe the drink from my eyes as I said, “Lady, unless your husband is Robert Falcone, you have the wrong woman.”
“SO YOU ARE DENYING IT?” she shrieked.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Besides, I probably don’t even know who your husband is.”
“My husband is Peter Miller.”
Well shit, it turned out that I did know her husband, but not because I was fucking him; he and my husband were golf buddies. I had only met Peter a few times in passing. He was a handsome man with black hair and brown eyes, and until this rather embarrassing moment, I had never met his wife. “Look Mrs. Miller, I swear to you that I am not having an affair with your husband.” Then I said loud enough for everyone to hear, “OR ANYONE ELSE’S HUSBAND EITHER!”
With that, Robert and Peter walked up. “Emily, what have you done?” asked Peter.
“I… I… I just—” and with that, Emily Miller burst into tears.
Damn, now I felt sorry for this poor woman. Peter wrapped his arms around his wife and said, “Bob, Crys, I’m so sorry for this.”
“No harm, no foul,” I said. “Besides, these parties rarely get any excitement.”
I heard a few people chuckle nervously as Peter escorted his wife away. Robert and I left shortly after but didn’t talk about what had occurred between Peter’s wife and me. A few days later, I attended a required teacher training that ended early so I decided to go home and relax. I was shocked to see Robert’s car in the driveway. After I parked, I checked my watch and cell phone to make sure of the time.
I knew Robert should’ve still been at work, so seeing his car meant something had to be wrong. I quickly went into the house and looked, but Robert was nowhere to be found. I went upstairs and noticed that our bedroom door was closed, which was odd because I was sure I had left it open when I left that morning. As I approached, I heard something, like a grunting noise coming from our bedroom. It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing, were sex sounds.
Then I heard a man’s voice say, “Your ass is just so fucking tight.”
There was one thing I knew for sure, that was not Robert’s voice. I slowly opened the door, peeked in, and saw Peter Miller anally fucking… MY HUSBAND! My first instinct was to bust in on them, especially after what happened at the party, but then I had a better idea. I grabbed my cell phone, checked that the ringer was still off from the training, and began recording. I would check the screen occasionally to make sure I had them both in the shot, as what I was seeing was disturbing on so many levels. In twenty minutes I had footage of Peter fucking Robert, Robert fucking Peter, both of them sucking each other’s cocks, and dialogue that a porno director would kill for.
When they finished, I quickly and quietly went downstairs and left the house. I called Robert’s secretary for Peter’s address, claiming that Robert had requested that I make peace with Emily. I knew everyone had heard about the party incident, and my story would be believable. She happily gave me the address, and I asked her not to tell Robert as I drove to Peter’s house. Luckily, for me, she agreed. Emily Miller was more than a little shocked to see me at her door, but that was nothing compared to her reaction to the video. After she downloaded a copy for herself and apologized profusely, I bid her goodbye.
Later, I phoned a lawyer friend of mine and asked for the name of the best divorce lawyer in the area. About a week after my call, I met with my new lawyer, showed her the video, and watched the dollar signs dance in her eyes. That night, I cooked Robert’s favorite dinner, served it with his favorite wine, and baked his favorite dessert. He had no idea what I had planned for him as this was my “let’s make love” dinner.
After we finished dessert, I told Robert I had a special movie for us to watch so we took our wine and went into the living room. We sat on the couch and I turned on the TV and the DVD player. I wish I had thought to set up a video camera to capture the look on Robert’s face when he realized the “porno” we were watching was starring Peter Miller and himself in our bedroom.
“Turn it off,” he said after a few minutes.
“Why?” I asked innocently. “Don’t you like...”
“I said turn it off Crystal!” he barked.
I stopped the DVD and said, “There’s plenty more Robert. I’d say… about twenty minutes more.”
“Where did you get this?”
I took a sip of my wine. “Funny thing. I came home early one day and found your car parked in the driveway. I’ll admit I was pretty surprised, but that was nothing compared to the surprise I found in our bedroom.”
“Crystal, I can explain...”
I put my hand up to stop him. “Save it. Tell me, are you gay or bi?”
Robert hung his head in shame. “Bi.”
“Crys, I swear...”
“HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN FUCKING?!?”
Robert sighed. “Five years.”
I dropped my wine glass and it shattered on the floor. I expected him to say a few months, maybe a year, but five, that came as a shock. After thirteen years of marriage, of me being a faithful and loyal wife, he’d been unfaithful to me for at least the last five, possibly more. It took all the strength I had to keep it together, but not before I slapped him as hard as I could.
“I’ve already spoken to a lawyer, and I’m filing for divorce.”
“Crys, who all has seen this video?”
“As far as I know, aside from us, Emily Miller and my lawyer. But you’ve only seen the first couple of minutes.”
“You showed this to Emily Miller?”
“Yeah, I felt she had a right to know exactly who her husband was fucking after what happened at the party.”
Robert blew out a breath of air. He knew I had him by the balls. If this video were to get out, it would ruin him. Not because of the homosexual affair, but because he had one with a married man, and with a fellow colleague, which was considered fraternization, an offense that would get both men fired. I did not intend to see Robert lose his job, especially since he’d been there since college, but I wasn’t sure about Emily Miller.
“What do you want Crys?” he asked.
“My lawyer will be in touch shortly, but I suggest you find a new place to live.”
Robert jumped up and yelled, “Like hell! This is my fucking house!”
“Our fucking house!” I snapped back. “You forget Robert! My name is on the deed too!”
He ran his hands through his red hair. “This is stupid Crys! Let’s work this shit out!”
“You’ve been cheating on me for at least five years! There’s nothing to, quote, ‘work out’ as you say. I can’t trust you anymore! Now, if you insist on staying here, then pick a fucking bedroom because I’m not sharing a bed with you ever again!”
“Crys, please!” he begged.
“Pick a bedroom Robert. I’m tired and I wish to get some rest.”
Robert sighed. “Fine, I’ll take the guest bedroom.”
“Good. You’ve got three days to remove your shit from the master bedroom.”
I stormed upstairs and locked myself into what was our bedroom. Here was the room we had made love in so many times, created our angel baby, and shared so many other memories. This was also the room that my marriage ended in. That night, I cried myself to sleep, and it was the last time I cried about my failed marriage.
My lawyer was well worth Robert’s money. Not only did she get him to pay the court costs and her fees, but also a generous spousal support for the next seven years or until I re-married, whichever came first, and a percentage of his retirement. We lived in the house until it sold, and split the profits, which I invested. When it was all said and done, I got my divorce, and he paid all the bills.
I rented a nice apartment just a few miles from the school where I was working that I could afford even without Robert’s money. I was living on my own for the first time since college and I was ready to move forward. I just didn’t realize at 38, I’d be in this situation, but I chose to try to make the best of it. I was in no hurry to start dating after my divorce, but at least I still had my looks, somewhat. I mean, I have long, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and I stand 5’3” when I’m barefoot. I’m pretty curvy for my short stature, 40D bra size, 44” hips, and my legs have always had some shape. Unfortunately, so does my stomach, along with some nasty scars from my car crash that made me nervous about showing my mid-section to anyone, especially a new man. Robert was there when I got these, and accepted them as part of me. The real question was, would another man?
About three years after my divorce finalized, I had the day from hell. I overslept because I had forgotten to set my alarm, followed by a flat tire on the way to work. Then I had a parent accuse me of picking on her “perfect” son who was failing my class, my classroom computer crashed, and all my files were lost. This was followed by a staff meeting that ran two hours longer than it should have, and was more of a teacher reprimand than the informational meeting we usually had. I ran by a local grocery store to pick up a few things I needed, and when I arrived home to unload, the bag broke and all my things spilled out and either scattered all over my trunk or on the ground. That was the final straw and I burst into tears. It was the first time I’d cried since the night I confronted Robert about Peter.
“Are you all right?” asked a woman.
I looked up and saw a young woman with jet-black hair, Gothic make-up and clothes, with a nice smile. I wiped the tears off my cheeks, feeling like a complete idiot, and said, “I’m just having a shitty day.”
“I’m Rayanne Baxter,” she said extending her hand to me.
“Crystal Falcone,” I sniffled and shook her hand.
She smiled and began picking up my spilled groceries and putting them in one of those cloth shopping bags that environmentalists were always promoting. Once she had everything gathered up from the ground and my trunk, she helped me carry them into my apartment and put them away. Once that was done, she took my hand and dragged/escorted me to her apartment where she poured me a glass of wine and prepared us dinner.
Over dinner, she shared with me that she was a computer programmer, Goth, and a lesbian. I told her about me, my failed marriage, my job, and my shitty day. She said she could and would be willing to fix my work computer and rescue my lost files the next day before school. We shared the bottle of wine, and soon I was laughing and feeling so much more relaxed.
At 9:00 PM, I knew I needed to get home and ready for bed so I could meet Rayanne at my classroom before school so she could fix my computer. I thanked her for her help and hospitality when she kissed me. Now, I haven’t kissed a woman since college and I had forgotten how much I liked it. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I melted in her arms. I mean, I hadn’t had sex since Robert and I separated, and her kiss made my sex wet, my nipples instantly hard, and lit a fire of desire in my soul. She could have thrown me to the floor, had her way with me sexually, and wouldn’t have minded, but she didn’t.
She pulled away and said, “I’m sorry Crystal. It’s just, I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you crying.”
“So why are you sorry?” I asked, confused and horny.
“Because I want to do so much more and I can’t. I’m in a committed relationship and...”
“Say no more,” I interrupted. “I understand.”
Rayanne smiled. “Can we still be friends?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed. “Maybe this weekend the three of us can do something?”
“Sure!” said Rayanne. “Good night Crystal.”
“Good night Rayanne.”
I went home, masturbated, and went to bed. The next day Rayanne kept her word about fixing my computer and even gave me a pink 8 GB flash drive to back up my files. That weekend I met Farren Munoz, a beautiful brown-haired, green-eyed, Hispanic woman, and Rayanne’s girlfriend of over a year. She wasn’t a Goth like Rayanne, but she was gorgeous. We explained how we met, my shitty day, and the kiss we shared. I left out about how horny her kiss made me, but then again, I didn’t tell Rayanne about that either.
Farren agreed to forgive Rayanne if she could kiss me too. I wasn’t thrilled to be used like this, but I agreed. Turned out Farren was a better kisser than Rayanne, and I was even more aroused than I was before. The three of us became great friends and did many things together. They even took me to a great adult toy store on Market Street so I could relieve some sexual tension and frustration.
In early October, the girls told me about an annual Halloween party they attended and wanted to know if I was interested in going with them. The party was by “invitation only.” Because they were old friends with the host, they could, on occasion, bring a guest, and this year they wanted to bring me. What neither of them knew was Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Every year I would decorate my home and dress up to pass out candy to the kids in our neighborhood.
I had always wanted to either host or attend a Halloween party, but Robert hated Halloween, so he grudgingly accepted my decorations and costume. When they invited me to this exclusive party, I said “yes” even after they warned me it was an “erotic” party and not to be surprised to see people performing various sex acts. I wasn’t sure if I was up for a Halloween orgy, but Rayanne assured me that any sex acts were off in separate rooms and often the doors were closed, but some left the doors open, since they liked to be watched and wanted more to join in.
On the second Saturday in October, the three of us went costume shopping and this created a moment of trust for me with my new friends. Rayanne picked out a sexy cheerleader costume that showed off her beautiful legs, her flat stomach, and her small but perky breasts. Farren selected a sexy witch costume that hugged her curves and matched her beautiful green eyes. I, on the other hand, found the quest for a “sexy costume” rather frustrating. None of the “standard sized” costumes fit me, and many of the “plus-sized” costumes were too big and not very sexy.
I didn’t want my new friends to help me in the dressing room, but when I was stuck in one of the “too small” costumes, Rayanne and Farren had to help, and thus, saw my stomach. I heard them both gasp, and I told them what had happened. I was amazed that they both touched my scars, then said they made me both special and more beautiful. I couldn’t believe what great new friends I had.
I was just about to give up when Rayanne found the perfect costume. It was a Gothic ‘Alice in Wonderland’ or ‘Malice’ as it was called. It fit me perfectly and gave me great cleavage. Farren suggested a black mini-petticoat that made the skirt fuller and added to the sex appeal to the costume. Even though the costume came with a pair of black and white checkered tights, we bought some black and white checkered thigh-high stockings for me to wear to the party, and a black straight-hair wig so I didn’t have to dye my hair.
This costume was perfect because I could wear it to school and the party with just a few minor modifications. Since Halloween was on a Monday that year, I could wear my costume to the party on the Saturday before with my high heels and thigh-high stockings and then again on Monday to work with my flat Mary Jane’s and the tights. Rayanne agreed to help me with my make-up and my wig for both days.
Saturday evening, we dressed in our costumes, and Rayanne did her make-up magic on Farren and me; I helped Rayanne with hers. Farren drove us to a beautiful mansion in an exclusive and expensive neighborhood. The valet, dressed as a pirate, took the car and we walked up to the door and rang the bell. Have you ever seen ‘The Addams Family’ television show? I swear on all that is holy that Lurch opened the door and said in a deep, slow, creepy voice, “You rang?”
“Good evening,” said Rayanne as she handed Lurch their invitation. “Rayanne Baxter, Farren Munoz, and Crystal Falcone.”
She pointed to each of us as she introduced us. “Follow me,” he said. I’m telling you, this was either Lurch, or his little brother.
He led us though a beautiful entryway to a pair of double doors. “Wait here,” he said slowly.
I looked around, admired the simple elegance of this place, and could hear the faint sound of thumping music. The doors opened and loud music flooded in as a bubbly little woman with blonde hair and brown eyes, dressed as an angel, stepped out and shouted, “Welcome ladies!”
She shut the doors and continued her speech at a much more normal tone. “A quick review of the rules. Number one, no pictures. Some of our guests have public lives and this is a private party.
“Number two, no cell phones. I will take your phones now, and you’ll get them back when you leave.” When Rayanne and Farren gave up their phones, I followed their lead. “Okay, Rayanne Baxter, Farren Munoz, and… are you Crystal Falcone?”
The last time a woman asked me that question, I got a drink in my face. “Depends, do you have a drink in your hand?”
“No,” the angel said, confused.
“Then yes, I’m Crystal Falcone.”
“Do you have any ID?” she asked.
“What’s this about?” I demanded.
“It’s okay Crys,” said Rayanne. “It’s for your protection as well as the other guests.”
I pulled out the tiny cardholder in my purse, pulled my license out, and gave it to the angel. She looked it over, took a picture of it, then handed it back to me. “Thank you Ms. Falcone. I’m sorry for this inconvenience, but due to the nature of this event, we can’t be too careful.”
I put my license away and said, “Yeah, I guess I can understand that.”
“Now, where was I?” said the angel. “Oh yes, the rules. Rule number three, no one leaves until after breakfast tomorrow morning. The valet has your keys and everyone will be given a breathalyzer to make sure no one goes home drunk. Hung-over and sore, well, that’s a different story.”
Rayanne and Farren giggled when she said that. I started to worry.
The angel continued. “Number four, no sex in the main room. Find an empty room.
“Number five, if a door is closed, don’t enter. If a door is open, you can either watch or join in. If the room is empty, they you may do what you please with your partner, or partners.
“Number six, we are all consenting adults here. No, means ‘no.’ If you are caught forcing yourself upon another guest, you will be removed and banned.
“Number seven, you may share your first name only with the guests. If you find someone you want to get to know better, you may share your ‘real’ information with him or her tomorrow at breakfast.
“Number eight, what happens behind these doors, stays behind these doors. If we find out you shared with a tabloid, you will be sued, and we will win. Everyone must sign a non-disclosure agreement before they enter or we’ll put you in a cab and send you on your way, after we ban you of course.”
With that, she handed us each a non-disclosure agreement (NDA) that said that we were not to share anything that happened here with anyone. Rayanne and Farren signed theirs quickly, but I read the form carefully so that I understood what I was getting myself into. I had to admit, knowing that even if someone recognized me that I wouldn’t be at risk of losing my teaching job for a morality issue, was a comfort to me. The angel stood quietly until I took her feather pen and signed my name at the bottom.
“Sorry,” I said, “but I never sign anything until I read it first.”
“Good policy,” she said as she took my paper. “And finally, eat, drink, and be merry. Happy Halloween ladies.”
The angel opened the door and escorted us into the party. The music was quite loud, but not as loud as I thought and after a few minutes, I realized why the NDA was necessary. I saw several movie stars as well as a few businessmen I knew from when I was married to Robert. I was glad I was hidden under my wig and Gothic make-up, as I had no desire to be recognized by anyone who knew me from my past.
There were all kinds of crazy costumes. One guy was a hotdog vendor, and it took me a moment to realize his cock was in one of the buns. Another man was naked except for a pair of roller skates and a cock ring with a string attached. I heard him say to someone that he was an adult pull toy. I have to admit, it made me giggle. A woman was Lady Godiva and all she had on was the blonde wig and some flowers in her hair. Then I saw someone who looked like Janet Jackson after her wardrobe malfunction with the star pasties on her nipples. I stayed close to Rayanne and Farren when a man dressed like a sexy vampire with black hair and a ghost white face stepped up.
“Ladies! Glad you could join us this year!” said the sexy vampire.
Rayanne and Farren smiled and said together, “Daniel!!!”
They each hugged the vampire when he asked, “And who is this?”
“Daniel,” said Rayanne, “this is my neighbor and our friend Crystal.”
I extended my hand, and he took it in his, kissing the back softly, and said, “Ma chère. Welcome to my home.”
“Daniel is our host and the wealthy son-of-a-bitch who owns this place,” said Farren.
“Don’t mind Farren,” said Daniel, “she’s just jealous.”
There was something familiar about Daniel, like I knew him. His hazel eyes didn’t match the black hair and try as I might, I couldn’t remember anyone named Daniel from my past. I just chalked it up to the costume.
“Thank you for allowing me to come,” I said.
“Oh my dear, that I may do later,” he said with a wicked grin.
I blushed through my Gothic make-up as Rayanne said, “We’ll leave you two alone. Have fun Crys.”
And with that, I was alone with this mysteriously familiar vampire who was obviously flirting with me. Daniel looked me over and said, “Please tell me you’re wearing a wig.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Rayanne did my make-up and helped me with my wig.”
“So you’re not a Goth?” he asked.
“No, but am I allowed to tell you what I do for a living?”
“Whisper it in my ear, and I promise not to tell.”
I looked around then reached up on my toes, as he was so much taller than I, perhaps six-foot three, and whispered, “I’m a teacher.”
“Wow,” he said, “So would you be flattered or insulted if I requested ‘Hot for Teacher’ to be played sometime tonight?”
“Flattered,” I said, blushing.
“Good to know,” he said smiling. “And don’t worry, we usually have at least one sexy teacher here. So, let me guess your costume, and if I’m right, I get a kiss.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“Hmmm,” he said, “I’ve never been wrong before so let me think for a moment. How about a hundred dollars if I’m wrong and a kiss if I’m right?”
“Sure,” I said.
Daniel stepped back and looked me over, had me turn around slowly. “You know, I think your costume is sexier than Lady Godiva.”
“Really, why?” I wanted to know.
“This costume complements your beautiful breasts, but it leaves something to the imagination. Besides, I think petticoats are hot.”
“Thanks, but that’s not going to get me to tell you what my costume is.”
“You’re right, but I’d say you’re a sexy French maid.”
“And I’d say you owe me a hundred dollars,” I said smiling.
“What?!?” he cried.
“I’m not dressed as a French maid.”
“Well then, what are you?” he asked.
“Pay up and I’ll tell you.”
“Smart woman,” he said. “But how will I know if you’re lying?”
“After I tell you, ask Rayanne and Farren. They’ll tell you the truth.”
“Okay,” he said and pulled out his wallet.
After he handed me the money, and I hid it in my purse, I smiled and said, “I’m ‘Malice’. As in ‘Malice in Wonderland’. Alice’s Gothic alter ego.”
He looked at me again and smiled. “Shit! I see it now.”
Farren walked by. “Farren,” I called out. “Tell the Count who I am tonight.”
“Malice in Wonderland,” she said.
“Thanks Farren,” said Daniel. “You just cost me a hundred bucks.”
Farren laughed. “Serves you right! I’ll bet you wanted a kiss from her.”
“He did,” I said.
“You missed out Daniel,” she said. “She’s a great kisser.”
I blushed. I had forgotten about kissing Farren when we first met. “You kissed Farren? What did Rayanne say?”
“Nothing, she kissed me first and Farren wouldn’t forgive her unless she got to kiss me too.”
“I’ve got to ask, are you les or bi?”
“I’m bi,” I said. “But I’m also faithful. In the thirteen plus years I was with my husband, I was faithful to him the whole time.”
“Was? Are you divorced now?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You know, you seem like a great lady, and I don’t wish to bring you down, but I have more guests arriving I need to greet. Maybe if someone hasn’t taken you off to a private room we can talk more later.”
“Sure,” I said trying to hide my disappointment. “Now go be a good host and I’ll probably be around.”
He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, then walked away. I touched my cheek to feel the warmth from his hand, then wandered to the bar to get myself a drink. I talked with other guests and danced with a few people before I needed to find a restroom. This turned out to be a challenging quest. I entered a long hallway with lots of doors and quickly discovered that none of them was the restroom, and every room had at least one or more couple engaging in some form of a sex act.
Now I was aroused and starting to hurt as my bladder wanted to be drained. Several of the rooms wanted me to join them, but I declined, and asked if they knew where the restroom was. Finally, a woman and a man exited a bathroom. I dashed in, shut the door, and after a moment, took care of business. The bathroom reeked of sex and I had a pretty good clue what those two were doing in here.
Once finished, I fixed my dress, washed my hands, and rejoined the party, though I did linger at the doorway of some of the rooms for a bit. I saw a pair of couples where the men were doggie style fucking the women, while the women were kissing each other. In another room, I saw a couple in a classic sixty-nine. Each room made me more and more aroused. Even the two men fucking turned me on a bit, but I didn’t linger by this room.
When I finally found the main room, there were still plenty of people talking and dancing. I walked up to the bar and the bartender poured me another drink. I danced more with different guests, some male, some female, I think. It was hard to tell with some of these costumes. I had no idea where Rayanne and Farren were, but I figured they might be in one of the closed-door rooms. When it seemed that no more guests were coming, Daniel found me enjoying my third or fourth drink, as I wasn’t counting, but I was feeling a bit buzzed.
“Having fun?” he asked.
I swallowed my drink and said, “Yeah, this is quite a party.”
“Are you up for a dance?” he asked.
“Sure!” I said.
I finished my drink and he led me out to the dance floor. I still couldn’t shake the feeling I knew him, but I knew it would come to me later. It didn’t take long until I heard “Hot for Teacher” and the crowd roared. Daniel had said it was a popular song with these folks, and it seemed it was. “Teacher, Teacher” followed this and I couldn’t help feel this song was also requested by Daniel just for me. A slow song followed this and Daniel took me into his arms and held me tight. His cologne smelled so masculine and sexy on him, and it had been so long since a man held me that for the briefest moment I imagined him taking me to one of the rooms, closing the door, and making love to me all night long.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been watching you all night long, and I think you’re the sexiest woman in the room.”
I blushed and gasped. There was something familiar about his voice, but I couldn’t figure out what. “Thank you.”
His lips brushed my ear and electricity shot through my body and warmed my sex. “I like a full-figured woman who’s not afraid to dress like a lady, with a naughty side she keeps hidden for that special someone. Tell me, Malice, could I be that special someone?”
He kissed my ear, then behind my earlobe and down my neck. I moaned softly, “My name’s not Malice.”
“I know,” he whispered, “but maybe tonight, you could be the naughty Malice, instead of the good little school teacher, Crystal.”
His breath felt so hot on my skin, and desire burned though my body. “I… I…”
“I promise, if you say stop, I’ll stop,” he whispered and kissed my neck again.
My resistance was melting like an ice cube on a hot Texas sidewalk in August. “Okay.”
He growled sexily and said, “Follow me.”
Daniel took my hand, led me from the party and up the stairs to the second floor. There were more rooms, some open, some closed. I saw an orgy in one room that would make Caligula and Dionysus (Bacchus to some) jealous. We reached the end of the hall to a closed door. Daniel pulled a key from his pocket and said, “This is my room. I keep it locked so I always have a place to go.”
I smiled. “Smart man.”
“Thanks,” he said, unlocking the door.
He opened the door, scooped me up, and carried me into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot and set me down. I heard him lock the door behind him as I looked around. His bedroom was magnificent. He had a beautiful wrought iron bed with a dark blue comforter, simple art work on the walls, a wood dresser, and I could see what looked like a huge master bathroom.
There were some pictures on the top of the dresser, but before I could really look at them, he came up behind me and kissed hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I think I was more surprised than anything else, but I did find this level of aggression sexy and erotic.
“Would you do me a favor?” he gasped as he ended our kiss.
“What?” I asked nervously.
“Keep the wig on, and let me undress you.”
I had to admit, it was an odd request, but not an unreasonable one. “Sure,” I said.
He smiled a huge, wicked smile and kissed me again. “May I call you Malice?”
“For tonight, yes.”
Yeah… I knew it was weird, but it was kinky too. He led me to his bed and slid the shoulders of my dress down. I tossed my purse onto his bedside table as he kissed my bare skin, around my bra strap. I felt him unzip my dress as he sat me on his bed, and gently pushed me down. He kissed the exposed skin of my breasts, nipping, licking, and kissing. I couldn’t believe how erotic this felt, and how aroused I was getting.
I could feel myself getting wetter with each touch of his lips. I reached up, unbuttoned his shirt, and ran my fingers across his hairy chest. The hair felt so soft under my fingers and his muscles felt so firm. I felt him reach behind me and unfasten my bra. My dress was sitting on my stomach so the only things exposed were my breasts.
He grabbed my bra with his teeth and pulled it off slowly. I nearly had an orgasm between watching this, and feeling it. My breasts sprang free and he smiled as he looked at my hard nipples that resembled the eraser top of a #2 pencil. I’ve always hated my small nipples, as they always seemed so disproportionate to the size of my breasts.
“My god, they’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, relieved he didn’t think my nipples were too small.
His hands caressed my breasts as he resumed his kissing, licking, and nipping. I could feel my nipples crinkle and harden as they became more sensitive under his expert attention. I wasn’t sure how long I could go before I climaxed, but I did what I could to fight it. My sex wanted to be in on the action, and I could feel my panties getting wet from my lubrication. Unfortunately, when his lips latched onto my right nipple and sucked, I lost the battle, moaned loudly, and orgasmed. Now I was in need of his cock buried deep inside me. He’d gotten me so aroused that I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard.
“Did you just?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I moaned. “I did.”
His smile couldn’t have been bigger or more wicked. “Well now, that’s a true first.”
“Blame it on no sex with a real man in over three years,” I said, embarrassed.
“Can I pretend it was because I’m just so good?”
“Do it again to me and you can remember it any way you wish!”
“You got it, Malice.”
Every time he called me ‘Malice,’ his voice took on a dark and sexy quality. He sucked, licked, and nipped my right nipple like no man had ever done to me before. Then he slowly kissed, licked, and nipped his way to my left breast, and I swear this man had magical powers because I orgasmed again when he sucked and nipped my left nipple.
“Again?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Malice, my dear, I’m far from done with you.”
I swear that statement alone nearly caused a third orgasm. He worked my left nipple the same way he did my right, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Then I felt it, my dress was sliding down my stomach. I panicked, grabbed the dress, and asked, “What are you doing?”
He looked at me with confusion. “I’m removing your dress. Why are you stopping me?”
I sighed. I wasn’t sure if I should risk ruining this incredibly erotic moment or not, but I knew I was going to have to explain my hesitance. I looked Daniel in the eye and said, “I’m ashamed of how my stomach looks.”
“If it’s because it’s not flat like Rayanne’s don’t worry, I love a full-figured woman.”
“No, it’s not just that,” I said.
“Oh?” he said, sounding quite confused. “Okay, how about this, let me reach under your skirt and remove your petticoat, then I’ll raise your skirt. If you decide later to trust me, I’ll remove your dress.”
I had to admit; Daniel knew exactly what to say. “Well, it would be a shame to ruin my petticoat, and you did propose a reasonable compromise.”
“Let’s do what you suggest,” I said.
The wicked smile returned to his face as I felt his hands reach under my dress and slipped my petticoat off. I saw the black lacy skirt fly across the room as he carefully raised the skirt of my costume and exposed my black, lacy thong and matching garter belt. I felt his fingers trace the line of the straps of the garter belt on my thighs as he said, “Oh god, you are so sexy. And you smell so sweet.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
Daniel kissed the top of my thong and I gasped. I felt him slip them off me, but the garter belt, stockings, and heels stayed on. His hands slowly came up my legs and I began to tremble with both fear and anticipation.
“Are you scared?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” I said.
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“I know,” I said.
I could feel his breath on my wet sex and my desire burned. I wanted him to lick me, suck me, and make me scream. I ached for his touch, his lips, his fingers, and his tongue. “My God Malice, you’re so beautiful, and so wet. I can see you’re a natural blonde. I like a woman who doesn’t shave this area.”
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly. “Shaving is uncomfortable for me.”
“Well, I do want you as comfortable as possible,” he said in that low, wicked, sexy tone that made me wetter.
I could feel his fingers trace the outer lips of my sex and electricity raced through my body. Part of me wanted to watch, but part of me was enjoying just being at his mercy. Then I felt his tongue trace the same areas his fingers had just touched.
“Mmmmm, you taste even better than you smell.”
I’d love to say I said ‘thank you’ or even something clever, but he slid his tongue into my sex and my mind melted. I could feel his tongue probe the inside of my sex and soon it was replaced by one of his fingers as his tongue slid up to my clit. I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue play with my clit as he worked my sex with his finger, which quickly became two fingers.
He must have hit my G-spot as I felt my body tighten up; I saw stars behind my eyes, as a third orgasm raged through my body, stronger than the first two. I felt my pussy throb around his fingers as my climax raged on and I screamed as he licked me through this, praying it would never end.
“I like it when you scream Malice,” he said in that wicked sexy voice. “Let’s see if I can make you scream again.”
Again, I’d love to say I said something in response to this, but his mouth was on my sex as a third finger entered me and I had just lost the ability to think anything, but rather I just squirmed and enjoyed the attention this man was giving me. He licked and sucked my clit, and I was sure I felt him nibble it as well. His fingers slid in and out of my sex, his tongue worked my clit, and there it was, orgasm number four raging though my body and making him moan as I screamed. I couldn’t remember ever having so many back-to-back orgasms. It felt like I’d been floating on a cloud until my orgasm ended.
As I panted to catch my breath, I had a moment of courage and insanity. “Okay, you may remove my dress.”
He looked up at me shocked, then smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I moaned, praying I wasn’t making a mistake.
He slid his fingers out of me, and I sat up so he could grab my dress. Then I stood, the lubrication my body had been producing was running down my legs. I shut my eyes as I felt him slide my dress to the floor. I heard him gasp. I was sure he was going to unlock the door and send me on my way, but he didn’t. He just kissed me hard as his hand gently touched my scars. He pushed me back onto the bed still kissing me and moved me to the center of his bed. It was only then I realized, he was naked too and I had no idea how he got that way so fast.
“I want you so badly Malice, but I need to know if you’re on the pill.”
“No, I’m not,” I said quietly.
He looked at me for a moment, then said, “Then I’m putting a condom on just in case.”
I wasn’t going to argue, as I didn’t know what he might have, and it made me feel better. “Good plan.”
He had the condom in his hand already. He brought it to his mouth, but I grabbed it, bit the foil, and tore it open. He smiled and said, “Good girl Malice.”
I reached down and rolled the condom down his huge cock with a bulging mushroom cap. I could feel his soft skin covering his steel-hard shaft. I mean, Robert wasn’t a small man by any means, but Daniel’s cock was gargantuan! I don’t even think I’d seen a cock this big in a porno, let alone in real life. I wasn’t sure it would fit inside me, as my toy at home was about a third of his size.
I reached down and guided him into me. Once I felt the head slide in, I moaned. He went in so slowly and I was so grateful as it gave me a chance to adjust. I’d never had a cock that large inside me before, and it was exhilarating to feel a hot, throbbing cock filling me so completely.
“You’re so tight Malice,” he whispered.
“You’re so thick,” I replied.
He smiled that big, wicked smile, and soon he was fully in me. He began to move slowly in and out and I couldn’t remember when it felt so good, or when I wanted to be fucked more than I did then. I moaned as he fucked me slowly. He kissed me hard and soon he began to speed up. Occasionally, I could feel him hit my cervix; it was something I’d never experienced before, and the sensation was so erotic.
He fucked me with a passion I hadn’t experienced in years, if ever. Then he stopped, flipped me over, lifting my hips in the air and slammed his cock back into me. I could feel his balls slapping against my clitoris every time he thrust into me. He pounded me like a wild animal.
“Oh Malice, you’re so tight and so fucking hot,” he said as held my hips and fucked me harder.
“Oh yes!” I cried.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, Malice?”
“YES!” I screamed.
“Tell me Malice!”
“I like the way you fuck me!” I yelled.
His hand grabbed my shoulder, he pounded my sex, and soon I was having yet another orgasm. I could feel my pussy clench at his cock, trying to pull it further into me. It was like my body couldn’t get enough of him.
“That’s it Malice! Cum for me again!” he growled.
I screamed as I climaxed, and soon I heard him moaning, and I felt him climax with me. He collapsed on top of me, and we fell on to his bed. We were both sweaty as if we’d worked out on a treadmill for an hour straight. I could barely breathe with him on top of me like this, but I didn’t care. I felt him kiss my shoulders as his spent cock slipped out of me. I felt him slide off and lie next to me, stroking my back, and I could feel the cool air on my skin as he lay next to me.
“Wow,” I said as I raised my head to look at him. I couldn’t believe my wig was still in place.
“Malice,” he said. “You were amazing.”
“Let me dispose of my condom, and then we can decide what we want to do next.”
“Okay,” I said smiling and admiring that, even soft, his cock was much larger than Robert’s was erect.
He slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I decided that I needed to stretch my legs, so I climbed off the bed and wandered to the dresser to look at the pictures. It was then I saw something that shocked me. I grabbed a picture of my ex-husband Robert, and his younger brother Edward. It was the last picture taken of them before they had their falling out in college.
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