"Suck it ... suck it you hot slut."
Even as Jack grabbed my arm, I'd already stopped. We both put index fingers to our mouths and moved slowly in the direction of the voice. This was definitely one of the wildest Halloween parties we'd ever been invited to. The "we" I'm referring to is not Jack and I; he's the next-door neighbor to the host of this party. Jack and I were returning from a ride in his recently restored '68 Shelby GT500-KR Mustang; "the ultimate Shelby Mustang featuring a 428 cubic-inch Cobra-Jet V8 producing almost 400 horsepower worth of Detroit muscle" (Jack's words.) The real "we" is my wife Samantha and me; I'm Bill.
"That's it, suck it all the way down your throat. God you're nasty."
Samantha and I had moved into this neighborhood last November, just after the last Halloween party. "Oh man, you just missed the Henderson's Halloween party; better block out the weekend for next year right now!" was usually the second thing said, right after "Hello, welcome to the neighborhood."
Damn! Jack and I could see the back of the guy's head, but whoever was servicing him was completely obscured by shrubbery. The servicee had his arms over his head and when I looked closer I nudged Jack and pointed it out to him. The guy was recording his blowjob with a small video camera - see what I mean: wild!
Jack motioned to a vantage point on the other side of the yard and indicated he knew a way to get there. We heard the guy grunting his orgasm as we passed behind the back of the pool cabana. I paused for a second, there was a miniscule opening and I could just make out a kneeling figure dressed in black. By the time we cleared the pool cabana the whole scene came into focus. The guy who just got blown was in a Devil costume, complete with long tail. The figure in black was bending over a table as the Devil kept recording.
The costume of the figure in black was a nun's habit; I suddenly didn't feel very good - this wasn't right. The nun bent forward over the table as the Devil lifted the bottom of the habit and flipped it onto her back. Even in the dim light of the yard you could see her ass and cunt. The guy kneeled behind her and began to eat her out. The woman was trembling and wiggling her ass in his face.
The Devil stopped eating her out and stood moving to the side. He lifted his tail and teased her cunt with the tip as she pushed her butt back. Jack leaned in close to my ear, "What a nasty fucking slut. I'd pay my wife a thousand bucks to act like that with me." Under normal circumstances I would have agreed with him.
"C'mon let me have it. We both know you want me to do this, come on now." The Devil had bent forward and was talking to the Nun, but he was loud enough for us to hear. "You won't get fucked until you give it to me. Heh, heh, heh; I knew you would ... you are such a nasty slut."
When he stood back up he was holding a large ruler in his hand; he rubbed it against the woman's ass. He framed the view in his camcorder, raised the ruler overhead and swung forward - SMACK. He brought the ruler back again, - SMACK. After eight more the nun's ass was scarlet and the Devil's cock was erect. I was getting a very sick feeling in my stomach.
The Devil set the ruler down and moved behind her. He bent his knees a little then thrust forward; his cock disappeared inside her. You could hear the woman's "UHHHFFFFF!" as he bottomed out. He paused for a moment then began to thrust into her. The Devil was fucking the Nun.
My stomach flipped and twisted and I threw up as I doubled over. I straightened up in time to see the Devil half-turned looking right at me; he smiled and arched his eyebrows. Then the couple scrambled off into the darkness.
My head was spinning so bad I could barely walk; Jack helped me back inside. I found an empty chair in the kitchen and just sat down at a table. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed: the Devil with his camcorder, the Nun with her ruler and the two of them fucking. I knew of only one woman in a Nun habit tonight and she wasn't married to the guy in the Devil costume. She was married to me.
Samantha and I've been married for three years. Someone told me once that getting through the first three years of marriage is quite an accomplishment. Until tonight, I thought we were doing pretty well.
I know that we've had our share of challenges and arguments; what couple doesn't? We both work full-time and earn good money; so finances aren't that big a problem. I guess our primary gripe revolves around time together; which we both acknowledge isn't enough. And that's where sex comes into the equation, because when we have some time together; I want to enjoy sex with my wife.
Sam has a slightly different take this: more along the lines of quality taking precedent over quantity. She wants quality time, quality foreplay and she wants it all wrapped up in a nice romantic package. I'm all for romantic, slow love making, and everything; but sometimes you just want a good fast fuck. The result is a shifting stalemate of safe, routine sex that you could almost characterize as scripted. Scripted! Ha - after what I saw tonight, not only were Sam and I not on the same page; we weren't even reading the same book.
I didn't say anything to Jack. I can just imagine it - "oh Jack, about the whole slut-wife thing; it ain't all it's cracked up to be." Of, course he was talking about his wife acting the slut for him, not some guy in a Devil costume.
I found my way to a quiet spot in the kitchen. I tried to make sense of all I'd seen. Sure, we've been arguing more and Sam has definitely been drinking more; okay, we've both been drinking too much of late. And there was the thing earlier this evening when she got really pissed at me. This woman was dressed as a mermaid with real scallop shells as bra cups. I had asked the woman if the shells irritated her nipples. The woman replied by pulling the shells down and invited me to inspect them - hey, she asked! So I touched a woman's nipple; I was curious, what's the big deal? Okay, I'll admit that the obvious hardening of said nipple (not to mention the tenting of my costume) might seem too coincidental to some. Judging by the ferocious glare leveled at me Sam didn't exactly see it as a Discovery channel moment.
"Hey Bill. Having a good time?" I adopted an "all's right with the world face" and turned to the questioner.
"Hi Marianne, how are ... whoa. Look at you. I've got to tell you; in the bright lights of the kitchen I have a new appreciation of your costume." Marianne was wearing a Helen of Troy toga. She'd looked good earlier, but now she looked amazing. I quickly realized that a significant part of amazing was that Marianne's breasts were on glorious display. I zeroed in right on them and the whole hard nipples tented costume thing happened again.
Marianne is a divorced, single mom, who happens to be a neighbor. I often let her two boys come over and watch sports on my big plasma HDTV. She's also an incessant flirt (and she's groped me more than once!) Marianne's always telling Samantha that if she ever threw me out, to throw me in Marianne's direction. Even though Marianne was a good fifteen years older than me I knew how serious she was. Samantha thought the whole thing was hilarious; often taunting Marianne that she would be taking care of three boys then.
She looked down at her rack and sighed. "Enjoy the view while you can Bill. I lost a stupid bet and it cost me my bra and panties." I couldn't stop myself from looking lower and saw that she was telling the truth. I expected her to cover up or say something; she didn't. Thank you.
While Marianne didn't seem to mind me looking at her, she did seem uncomfortable about something. She wasn't making the slightest effort to flirt; which was very unusual for her. Marianne looked at my costume; I was dressed as a Ninja: swathed in black from head to toe. She appeared to be distressed by it. "So you stuck with the Ninja costume. I though you might have gotten something else. I haven't seen Sam - have you?"
Had I seen Sam? The mention of my wife drew a scowl across my face and my voice burned with anger. "Oh I've seen her alright. I don't know where she is right now Marianne. Sam was drinking pretty heavily earlier, maybe she needed ... I don't know where she is right now."
"Okay. Bill ... if she's drunk she shouldn't be left alone ... this party can get a little out of control." While Marianne voice was calm enough, her eyes spoke a completely different tale; clearly something was very wrong. "I've already heard some of the guys saying some pretty wild things."
Then it hit me - Jack. Jack must have said something and she overheard it. Judging by the tales I'd heard all year long, sexual encounters at these parties weren't exactly uncommon. "Tell you what Bill let's go find your wife." I stood and offered her my arm.
We'd barely cleared the kitchen when we saw a group of people leaving. The Devil was among them. Some woman was hanging all over him, his left arm around her. I was looking right at his wedding ring. He glanced my way, and we made eye contact - again. I guess he recognized me because he arched his eyebrows just like he had in the garden. I tensed, "Fucking Bastard."
I felt Marianne tremble at my tension. "Are you okay Bill?"
"Oh, didn't you hear Marianne? The Devil," I nodded in his direction, "nailed a nun tonight; outside by the pool." I was pissed now. I didn't know if I wanted to kick the shit out of the devil or find my wife and kick the shit out of her.
Marianne began to push me away from the entry. "Okay Bill, all kinds of things get said at these parties. It's mostly drunken gossip. Someone thinks they see something, and it's really nothing at all. I think it's one of the few times that men are worse than woman. Guys brag about stuff like that all the time." I could tell by her tone that Marianne was moving into damage control mode. She was circling the wagons to protect a fellow female. "Some guy makes a pathetic pass at a woman and gets shot down, next thing you know he's claiming he nailed her - happens all the time. No truth to it."
I stopped and turned to Marianne looking her square in the eyes. "I saw them. Jack took me for a spin in his car. We returned through the backyard. We passed right by the pool. I ... SAW ... THEM." Marianne's eyes went Frodo Baggins big.
Marianne hustled me back into the kitchen. "Bill, calm down - okay? Take some deep breaths. You've been drinking too. There are plenty of women in all kinds of black costumes; witches and ... witches. Just because you saw some woman in black doesn't mean..."
"I saw the ruler. Samantha insisted she needed a really big ruler to complete her costume. I made one for her. I watched that fucking bastard swat her bare ass with it. I saw it Marianne." I took a deep breath. "Well, if she can fuck around, so can I. I am not going to be some wimpy cuckold waiting for his wife to come home and pat him on the head like a good little boy. Two can stray in this game."
"Bill, two wrongs don't make a right - believe me; I know - been there, been done to, and did it right back. It doesn't make things better. You said she was drinking too much tonight. I'm sure that if you sit down and talk calmly with her..."
I looked at Marianne's fulsome breasts. I reached out and cupped her left breast and let my thumb trail over her nipple. That certainly shut her up. I gently squeezed her breast and stroked her jaw line with my left hand until my index finger rested on her lips. I pushed ever so slightly in; she didn't resist.
"I am not going home with my tail between my legs. You've always acted interested. Well Marianne?" I felt Marianne's lips slide down the length of my finger. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back. I took that as a yes.
I grabbed Marianne's arm and pulled her out the backdoor of the kitchen into a quiet side yard area. I pushed her against the door and kissed her. Her mouth yielded quickly and out tongues dueled back and forth. My hands dove beneath the skirt of her toga and I grabbed her ass. I knelt down stroking my fingertips up and down her legs as I leaned forward to her cunt. I stuck my tongue right between her cunt lips. She immediately arched her hips forward and step her legs apart. I pushed my right index finger between the lips of her cunt and sunk it into her wet heat.
With my left hand I spread her lips apart for easier access to her clit; she moaned loudly at first contact. I added my middle finger to her cunt. She either was getting weak in the knees or really wanted my fingers deeper inside her. I felt the weight of her body settle onto my right hand. Her clit swelled and hardened as my tongue lashed back and forth across it. "Too much, too much..."
I knew what to do about "Too much." I pulled my fingers from Marianne, to her moans of disappointment and stood. In a moment I turned her around, place her hands on the door and bent her at her waist. I pushed my Ninja pants down my thighs. Grasping my cock I aligned it with her cunt, teasing it up and down her wet lips.
"Hurry, put it in. Please Bill ... hurry."
I pushed oh so slowly forward. I was determined to experience every tiny millimeter of Marianne's cunt; it was tight, wet and incredibly hot. "Ummmm, damn your tight. Been awhile has it?"
"Too long." Marianne dropped her head forward and let it loll side to side. Suddenly I felt her cunt open up and I bottom out in her with a grunt. Her cunt immediately tightened with a strangle hold on my cock. "I've got you in my clutches now Billy boy."
I fucked her with slow deliberate strokes; marveling at the control she had over her cunt muscles. I felt her fingers brush my balls as she diddled her clit. Her hips twitched and bucked and I felt her muscles clench around my cock as she came. I withstood the increased stimulation by pausing deep within her.
I was just resuming our fuck when we heard the sounds of people approaching from the backyard. I pulled out of Marianne and tugged my pants back into place. Marianne opened the kitchen door and we ducked back inside. She turned and pulled my mouth to hers and kissing me passionately. I broke the kiss and held her face in my hands. "This isn't over, Marianne. I'm not done with you. I am definitely not done with you."
Marianne grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped her wet thighs dry, she even tugged my pants down and removed her wetness from my still erect cock. We waited long enough for my erection to relax, then went off in search of my wife.
We found Samantha a little later, alone in a bedroom nearly passed out; her costume was inside out. Marianne gave me a sympathetic "I'm sorry" look. Somehow we got Sam to the car for the five minute drive home. Marianne and I half carried, half dragged Samantha to our bedroom. We undressed her; I was surprised that Sam had put her panties back on. I wasn't even tempted to remove them and look at her cheating cunt. I'd seen enough of that already tonight.
I kept looking at Marianne's tits as she helped. I got hard again, but made no effort to cover myself. I noticed Marianne noticing. With Samantha in bed I offered Marianne a drink before she walked home.
We never got around to the drinks. She knelt down as soon as we reached the kitchen and blew me. Marianne took me completely into her mouth and throat, something Samantha was less then keen on. I came fast and hard. But I wasn't stupid either; I told Marianne we needed to go to her house. I think we made it to her house in less than a minute.
She didn't even hesitate pulling me inside; I watched her undress as we walked to her bedroom. She spread her legs and I dove between her thighs. I wanted to taste her and she seemed to really enjoy the tasting. Our first full fuck was fast and hard. While we waited for my recovery, I fingered her to another mild orgasm. She sucked me hard and straddled me. She seemed to have even more control over her cunt when she was on top. It was a nice slow fuck that built gradually in speed and intensity. It felt great and she eventually came; two orgasms in one night are pretty much my limit. I didn't want to stay too long, so I got up and went home.
Sam was sleeping peacefully. I was smiling broadly. I just slid into bed next to my unfaithful wife and dropped off into a guilt-free slumber.
THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT
I almost convinced myself that I was only going to be with Marianne that one time. She clearly had other ideas and I found myself at her house and between her thighs twice during the next week. It surprised me at how often and how easy it was for Marianne and me to get together. Her teenage boys were often gone during the day on weekends so Saturday and Sunday mornings seem to work out best.