Chapter 1

I just love Halloween. To me it's the time of year where grown-ups can play dress up, with masks. I love the idea of hiding my identity behind a mask, because my inhibitions seem to disappear and my whole body quivers with lust. I remember one Halloween where my husband and I were invited to a swingers costume party. This couple was close friends of ours, and even though the event was a month away, I could hardly wait.

Nothing says Halloween like a costume with near nudity. So we went online in search of just the right outfits. I of course would love to go as a sultry vampire, with hubby as Count Dracula. Oh God, the mere thought of that sends shivers through my whole body! It wasn't long until we found the perfect attire.

My name is Kandy, and my costume was an "Elvira" one. The "Mistress of the Dark," who hypnotizes any man and can make their deepest wishes a reality. It doesn't get any sexier than this black outfit, a button down the front bodice with a to-the-waist plunging neckline and long skirt with an above the thigh slit, with jagged finished sleeves and hem giving it a bad-dreamy look! Perhaps the shimmery black belt clasped with a dagger buckle is the only thing keeping your dark side from being totally revealed! Dare them to mess with you! I could just see me wearing this, with the top just barely covering my ample breasts.

My husband John would be wearing a Count Dracula costume. He would be ravishingly handsome and it wouldn't take much to entice his lovely victims. This debonair, fully finished garment includes a long black coat with silver color buttons, attached shoulder cape, luscious red velvet collar, and inset grey lace trim cuffs. A grey dickey collar with ruffled lace trim and attached medallion also included along with a set of fake fangs. A perfect outfit to escort my Elvira Vampira to the swingers party for a dark evening full of mystery.

Each costume came with a black mask that covered the person's eyes. After ordering them we debated whether I should wear underwear or go commando? Oh hell, why not naked underneath, a little scandalous adventure never hurt anyone. I could see myself putting on the costume and checking myself out in the mirror.

"Oh yeah," I murmured, "skin without obscenity, a perfect outfit which screamed, 'Let's Party!'"

I communicated with our friend through email, and soon got one with the description of the house where the party was being held, along with pictures. The outside of it had the right amount of spooky lights, along with cobwebs and tombstones. The letter went on to say that the doorbell would chime with a creepy Halloween tune. The person answering the door would be masked and when we were ushered inside, we were to be introduced by first names only. I quivered with anticipation and my throbbing clit said it could not wait!

Before we knew it our costumes arrived, and the event was only three days away. I quickly took my outfit into the bedroom and tried it on; after all, I wanted to make sure it fit. I gasped at my reflection in the mirror, then slithered into the living room and commanded, "Come with me to my boudoir!"

John's eyes popped out when he saw me and he yelled, "Hot damn, woman, you're so fucking hot, any man would follow you! As for now, my dick orders me to obey your command!"

He followed me, and there was a flurry of hands, mouths, and clothing as we made our way to the bed. I climbed on first and in my best Vampira voice ordered, "I need to suck your blood, but will settle for that hot, hard cock of yours!"

He followed and we spent the next three hours having hot, wild, lust-filled sex. With each one of us portraying the character we would be at the party. I must tell you, that night was the hottest I have enjoyed for a long while. I fell asleep with visions of the party running through my mind, clear to the center of my womanhood.

The next two days went by slower than molasses. Finally, on Friday, the day of the party finally arrived, and all day my clit and nipples remained hard, aroused in anticipation of lusty encounters.

After supper I decided to take a shower and try to calm down; after all, I needed to save my energy for the hot night of sex I had ahead of me. I was washing my breasts when I felt someone's arms caressing my back.

In a lusty tone, John uttered, "Care for some company doll?"

I quivered, turned around, moving into his open arms, placed my lips on his and then murmured, "Mmmm, Count, you taste so good."

As his arms caress my back and ass, as I reach for his swelling cock. "Hum, looks like someone's excited about the party! However, we'd better save our lusty desires for tonight. I wouldn't want you too tired to perform later on, "I giggled.

He frowned and replied, "Well, if you insist!"

After the shower, we climbed out of the shower and dried each other off. John shaved as I began to apply my alluring make-up. Then off to the bedroom to put on our costumes.

I put on my black lace garter belt, hose and then the dress, making sure it hugged all my curves. I looked into the mirror to check my attire and makeup.

"Oh my God," I gasped, noting that my long red hair accentuated my costume and my hard, large nipple were very noticeable. I blinked my emerald eyes, which appeared to be hypnotic tonight.

I walked over to John and got his approval. "Damn-it woman, you're making my dick hard!"

I couldn't help but quiver when I saw John emerge as "Count Dracula". I flashed him a sultry look. "Good, that is how I want all the men to react!"

I kissed him passionately then grabbed my purse before heading out towards our destination.

As we drove into the yard and parked the car, I notice that the house looked better than the email description. It appeared to really be haunted as we heard ghostly sounds echoing as we approached the front door. A scary screech and other creepy sounds emanated when I rang the doorbell.

A dark figure in a black mask and cape answered the door. Through fanged teeth he hissed, "Velcome, come in, make yourselves comfortable."

We entered and let our eyes adjust to the darkened room illuminated by black lights. There were several people there; some dancing and others were half naked in lusty embraces.

Soon a woman dressed in a witch's costume came up to us and asked what we'd like to drink. I requested a strawberry daiquiri, and then giggled watching John's portrayal.

In his best Dracula voice he ordered, "I want a Bloody Mary!"

We walked to the living room. Everyone was wearing a mask, and their costumes made Halloween so popular to me; cats, or should I say "pussy" cats, with black tights, low necklines that barely restrained a variety of breasts, a couple of French maids with legs all the way up to their, oh la la, several in bondage attire with a seductive degree of coverage, guys with leather and boots, some in drag, and even a couple of girls in gangster outfits.

Several people came up to us and introduced themselves. I recognized some by their voice, and others were unknown to me. I took a sip of my drink as my eyes wandered across the room.

Before long, a lady dressed like a witch introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Kathy, your hostess."

I replied, "Kathy you really outdid yourselves this time. The house looks great. Thanks for inviting us!"

She left, slithering throughout the room to welcome all the guests. For the moment I stood off to the side, sipping my drink and watching John.

My body quivered as I ogled another lady in vampire attire slithered up to him. She was shorter than me with long black hair, a red mask, and a miniskirt slit up to her waist on both sides leaving little to the imagination, because I noticed she is only wearing a red thong underneath. She took a sip of her drink and motioned for John to do the same.

I tried to figure out who she was, but couldn't. I got a beautiful view of her breasts in the plunging neckline of her costume. They appeared to be big and round, similar to mine. They began to dance, and I choose to go looking and see what kind of excitement I could have.

After a few minutes someone tapped my shoulder, "Hi, my name if Doug, are you here alone my dear?"

I turned and noticed a man who had a devil costume with a pitchfork and all. I smiled and licked my lips hungrily. "No, I am with my husband, but don't worry about him. I'm out to have my own adventure," I slurred in my Elvira voice.

He winked and slid his hand up my back, then down to my ass. "Mmm baby. Do I detect you're not wearing a bra?"

I purred seductively and ask, "Care to find out?"

Doug let out an evil laugh and encouraged me to finish my drink. He took my glass and set it alongside his own on the table next to the sofa. Pulling me close, he guided me over to sit down, and then kissed me hard.