Ship of Fools

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Drunk/Drugged, Cheating, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A case of mistaken identity leads to deception and divorce.



TRICK OR TREAT

Steven Trenton hopped forward struggling to get out of his costume. After all Scarlet O'Hara was crawling on her hands and knees across his bed. She stopped, hitched her voluminous skirts up over her hips and leered at him. As her skirts cleared her ass the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He hopped again - his erection tangled in his underwear - and nearly fell over. GODDAMNFUCKINGCOSTUME!

"C'mom baby hurry." Steve heard the pleading in his wife's voice. He wanted to say: I am hurrying or it's not my fault! Actually she was the reason his dick was so entangled - not to mention hurting like hell as he struggle to free it. But he didn't dare say: Hey it's your fault I'm all tangled up. That would likely mark the last time he'd ever get a blowjob while driving; he laughed silently to himself relishing the reality: I got a fucking blowjob while I was driving!

Damn! Thinking about Debbie's drive home blowjob made his dick harder. He'd been begging her to do it for years. He'd even rented that Steve Martin movie where the wives talked about doing it (except he'd forgotten about the car wreck part... that sure didn't help his cause.) No way he was going to jeopardize a repeat performance. "Almost there Deb."

Surprised? That did not begin to describe the experience. Surprise was when Deb had appeared at his arm and said it was time to go home. Up to that moment he had always been the one ready to leave a party. They'd hardly started home when Debbie had unbuckled her seat belt and dove for his zipper. He was just about to say something when she sucked his dick into her mouth. Instead he moaned an enthusiastic (and encouraging) "oh yeah."

She was relentless. Lips and tongue, sucked and swirled, her left hand stroked the exposed shaft of his cock while her right fondled his balls. He tried to search through her skirts to finger her only to have his hand placed squarely on her right breast. He pinched her nipple and gave it a twist; a mouth filled groan was her response.

He felt the tale tell tingle of his orgasm and said nothing as it increased. He was silent as the point of no return was passed, although he did groan appreciatively. His cock swelled and began to spurt as he turned onto their street; how he managed to park he couldn't remember. Debbie noisily swallowed, stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipped him up, and whispered in his ear, "I need to be fucked so bad."

Debbie backed out of the car with her right breast completely exposed. She flipped her nipple up and down as Steve marveled at her. She stood slowly and sashayed toward the front door. Steve limped, hopped, and hobbled forward in her wake.

He had been right behind his wife as they entered their bedroom. This was turning into one crazy night. The party they'd been at was definitely adults only - not that it was an orgy or anything - it was just that so many of the women attending either wore so very little or if they did dress up it was almost scandalous. He'd seen one women in a Grecian toga that clearly revealed that she was bra less, panty less, and unbelievably gorgeous. Even Debbie in her Scarlet O'Hara costume had half her areolas showing! Steve had lurched from one degree of sexual arousal to another. While not by nature a dedicated party attendee he was disappointed when Debbie said it was time to go home.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me like you did at the party. I've never felt you so deep in me... hurry Stevie." Debbie Trenton wiggled her ass having already flipped her costume up. She was frantic horny; screwing her husband at the Halloween party they'd attended earlier this evening had her at fever pitch.

A part of her was still shocked that she had instigated it. Debbie like many women - preferred that her husband initiate sexual activity. Steven Trenton, by no means a demanding alpha male, was actually a really nice guy. It was just the way he was; need a favor, who better to ask than Steve? Need an extra hand? - you could count on Steve showing up and being prepared to work. Steve always ready to jump in and help someone out. But Steve demand sex, Steve take charge in the bedroom? - not likely. Steve would ask his partner what she wanted; inquire if he was moving too fast or too hard. That said, he certainly got the job done once he got going. Once he got going - "once" that was the operative word. Debbie had lived for years in that silent frustration of wishing for more frequent sex. But tonight, the party, the drive home, and now this - for Debbie it was unbelievably liberating. Empowering! After tonight she was going to have more sex, more often! "All Steve, all the time" she liked the sound of that. She was sure she'd like the feel of that.

The ride home, the wild ride home was more accurate! Debbie had been out of control frisky on the return drive, constantly groping him to the point of distraction. He had hinted (okay more than hinted, he rented that silly movie!) at wanting her to blow him while driving since before they were married. She'd always declined. But tonight she was out of her mind horny - and she knew why.

Debbie was in full rut because earlier that night she had taken a wrong turn while searching for a bathroom. She opened a door and found herself standing not five feet from a very vigorous threesome. A woman, naked save for her stockings and garter belt, was standing bent forward at her hips with a man at each end. The guy behind her was fucking her like the Energizer Bunny, a blinding blur of hip to hip - slap, slap, slap - contact. The guy in front was standing with his pants around his ankles, head tilted back, and his hands on her head. Debbie starred at the ménage a trois for she didn't know how long. It was only when the man getting the blowjob noticed her and suggested she strip and join them that she excused herself and left in search of her husband; her lust at a boiling point.

She'd found Steve quick enough - he was to only one at the party wearing the "Scream" costume. She dragged him to a quiet spot, turned around, lifted her skirts (she'd come as Scarlet O'Hara and was now determined to cum as Scarlet O'Hara) and told him to fuck her "right here, right now." That he hesitated at all had her royally ticked off. "Get your dick out and in me now or I'll find someone else to do the job." He complied and rammed his cock into her. Debbie had been shocked at his aggressive thrust (it was so unSteve-like), but quickly encouraged more as Steven was deeper in her than she had ever experienced before. God he was so deep in her. The race to orgasm was close, he came first, but she wasn't far behind.

Debbie was a little peeved when Steven pulled out, zipped up and left her with out a kiss, cuddle, or even a kind word - he was taking this Scream thing too far. Except that by the time she had her skirts rearranged and her boobs pushed back into the corset bodice she was getting horny just thinking about what they'd done. She decided that she was going to find Steven and suggest it was time to go home. She knew Steve would leave - he was not a big fan of Halloween.

Who would look forward to Halloween considering some of the things that had happened to him? As the youngest of three brothers when Steven was finally old enough to go out with them they gave him a bag with a hole in the bottom and told him to walk in front of them unaware that his candy was falling out piece by piece, only to be picked up and eaten by his older brothers; it was years before he figured out what they had done.

It didn't get any better as he got older. Invited to his first boy-girl Halloween party he was talked into going as the Mummy; wrapped head to toe in toilet paper. It was a really good costume until one of the older guys pushed him into the pool. Steve had spent the rest of the party wrapped in a scratchy blanket, shivering while he waited for his parents to pick him up.

But that was then and right now Steven had finally shed his costume and reached the edge of the bed. His cock was hard and ready. He looked down to align his cock and was surprised at how red and swollen Debbie's cunt appeared. More surprising was a persistent little voice that kept saying, "didn't you hear what she just said?"

"C'mon Steve - hurry - do me like you did me earlier. The way you fucked me at the party was so awesome."

Steve felt his erection wilt as his stomach did a dizzyingly quick flip-flop while the little voice said, "That's what I was trying to tell you." That's what Debbie had said before. No mistaking what she was talking about. Steven staggered to the bathroom and threw up. God this can't be happening to me - I hate Halloween - and he threw up again. He rinsed his mouth out and stared at the haggard image in the mirror. This had to be some kind of nightmare and any second now he was going to wake up.

Debbie pushed the door open, "Oh poor baby, are you getting sick? Let's get you into bed right now. And don't you worry one little bit about me babe. I'll just relive that incredible fucking you gave me earlier."

Steven Tenet groaned - he hadn't fucked his wife earlier, but he sure as hell knew who had.


Alexander Agnew was backing away with both hands raised. "It just happened Steve. You have to believe me. I mean c'mon man, she was wiggling it right in my face. She was insistent; she said she'd go find someone else if I didn't do her. So in a way I kind of helped you out..."

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