Just wanting to show off my beautiful, surprising partner I picked up in the movies, my Halloween movie wife, I decided to arrange a Halloween party after all. Bev volunteered her home, mostly because she was afraid to travel in her all-body paint costume. She and Lou added headstones, skeletons and spiders to their lawn as well as a big orange sign on their entry archway saying “No health mask, don’t ring my bell. Adult party. Invitation only.” They had another surprise at the front door.

As soon as it was certain, I called Lola (four days after our movie meeting) to confirm. “You have to come and cum to meet a few of my gang in the OFC. I want you to shine for them. Say yes and meet me at my place at seven. OK?”

“I thought you had your fill of me and were never going to call, mystery man. Since you asked so nicely, if you promise to make me cum a few times for your friends, maybe as they watch, I’ll come. What’s this OFC?”

“The OFC is a limited group you must qualify for. All can say for now is that you are very close to a membership offer and I’m sure your performance at the party will cinch it. Just be your exhibitionist and nudist self and everyone will love you. Our group is very liberal with some people recently turning to nudism. You’ll be in good company. Come up with a risque costume — the rest of us will. See you at seven.”

The night of the party came and I still didn’t know what costume Lola chose. She arrived in a trench coat and kept it closed until we got to Bev’s & Lou’s home. “I felt like keeping a surprise too. I’m curious what your friends chose. Interesting you chose a fireman with a short hanging hose dangling out of your gear.”

“You know very well how big my hose extends. I’m depending on you and some others to make it stretch. Ready?”

“Um, sure.” She lifted my hose and squeezed the painted nozzle. “I hope that paint is edible. Are you saying I’ll have competition for your attention?”

“And VS. Let’s see how it goes.” I chose not to wear a trench and risked exposing my painted hose to everyone on the way. We were the first to arrive and got the full treatment of a ‘gunshot’ when we rang the bell — Lola dropped to her knees. Before the door opened, the seated scarecrow on the porch shouted at us and she hid behind me. So far so good.

Bev greeted us in a full body painted cow costume, including a butt plug with a two-foot cow tail stuck in her bare ass. Her thick, milky nipples were unpainted and stood tall, but her nude body was painted with huge black cow spots — leaving her bare skin as the white Jersey spots. Even half her pussy was painted edible, sugar free, vanilla scented black — our safe body paint of choice. Bev’s jaw dropped when she realized my hose was all flesh and I had no cover. Yet she grabbed it and looked under it as Lola grinned. “You’re gonna need a bigger hose to please our guests. This must be your movie wife, Lola? We heard a lot about you and look forward to exploring you.”

Lou showed off his fit body in a Tarzan ‘costume.’ Since he was barefoot, the only thing he wore was a front-only loin cloth. He may have stuffed his big cock in a flap. When he turned to invite us in, his thick cock was mostly exposed as it lifted his loincloth. Bev noticed Lola staring. “That doesn’t bother you, I heard. May I take your coat?”

Lola looked at me a moment then slowly removed the coat. Bev and Lou gaped at her tiny outfit and laughed, “Oh yeah, she’ll fit right in with us.” From behind her, all I saw was the back of a brown string bikini unlike any I’d ever seen. The bottom was made of many separate brown strings with big gaps between them and tailored to follow the smooth contour of her obviously naked ass. They joined on her hips. I blinked at her audacity and licked my lips as I hungered to taste her again. Sparse as they were, they covered more of her ass than Bev’s and Lou’s costumes. When we stepped inside, Bev and I held a long, wet kiss as Lola stared. Lou gave her a lingering kiss on the mouth and Bev matched it. She followed Lou’s muscular ass, as I then followed Bev’s and cupped her cheeks. “Would you hang her coat in the master closet, Len?”

“Len? So that’s your name, mystery man,” Lola hopped with glee. I nodded as we watched her tuck her escaped tit away. Bev asked why I never told her my name after all our intimate contact.

“She never asked and I thought she enjoyed the mystery. So I just avoided bringing it up. It felt so freaky and anonymous as I understood she wanted.”

A loud gunshot came from the door. “More early birds,” said Lou. He picked up a cordless mic and had the scarecrow shout at them to remove their coats and spin. Odd he didn’t ask Lola to do that. He greeted Al and Sue with a hug and a big wet kiss for Sue as he groped her bare tits then casually slid two fingers into her.

Al stepped around his wife and dipped Bev as he carefully pinched her bare nipples and kissed her long and hard. He sucked on her milky tit for several seconds and gulps. Lola began to understand we were some sort of intimate club when she saw him casually push two fingers into Bev’s pussy. Lou introduced Lola and told her Al and Sue were the founders of OFC. At her confused look, he said that would be explained shortly — after we all had a few drinks.

Al was covered in dark hair yet naked. He had a dark Merkin covering all of his dick but its bishop. It began to rise and extend so Bev adjusted his Merkin and said, “Down ape man. It’s early yet.”

I couldn’t help noticing again how small Sue’s tits were compared to Bev’s and Lola’s. Her hard nipples were perfectly sculpted and so tempting. She had painted them to be the stems on the tiny pumpkins she turned her tits into. When she stepped into a light, I saw her hips were painted like an oversized pumpkin with a face on both front and back. Those faces were positioned so their mouths were over her pussy and butt holes. She turned and bent far forward then spread her cheeks so we could see how she was painted to the fringes of her wrinkled hole. Lola stared and whispered, “These people are not shy. I should have worn less.”

I finally got a long look at Lola’s costume in some light. The top was a thick, brown string around her chest with five strings looped around it, running behind her neck then looped around the chest string again. She had a flat, orange ribbon on each vertical side to attempt to keep the five strings over her nipples, but her aureolae were much bigger than the strings’ width, so they were teasingly visible. The bikini bottoms were also five strings forming a triangle off the waist string. They twisted into a single string as they passed her pussy and wrapped up her ass. One string vanished deep in her butt crack with the other four split into eight and spread across her cheeks. They offered no cover. I had an idea how to make that more revealing — that would come later, about the time she applied to join us.

We’d just started on the snacks and drinks when the door gunshot rang out. Lou had the new arrivals strip before opening the door, then invited in Los and Joe — Sue’s sister and bro-in-law. They had recently been admitted to OFC and this was their first holiday gather with us as they lived in another state. Lola was shocked to watch the intimate greetings they got from our hosts — both dipped into Lois’ pussy — then the same wet kisses and free pussy dips with their in-laws, Al and Sue. She asked, “Why didn’t they finger me when I arrived?”

“Feeling a bit left out, Lola? You are not a member and have not been offered a spot with us yet. We don’t fuck or finger non members until they have asked to join. So they were being polite. Being invited to this exclusive gathering means you may do anything with members and agree to let them do anything to you. You may ask to join us. That would be your probationary test. Once accepted, you will be invited to our monthly theme parties. OFC means Our Fucking Club. You may ask the founders to join at any time, but at a party like this, the sooner you ask, the sooner you can participate in ALL the fun. I will sponsor you and swear that you had a clean blood panel and you can show them your vax scar. If your performance is acceptable, you may be sworn in tonight. Observe and think about it.”

“I see everyone’s ass is bare, is that a requirement for these parties? Even Lois in her apron has her tits swinging out and her cute ass exposed. Joe’s skeleton has a boner and his ass is exposed. Wait! Does this become an orgy?”

“Lois fancies herself a cook and Bev is kept lactating by her husband and Al primarily, but we all love sucking milk directly from her tits — that’s why she chose to be a cow. Lactating fetishes run both ways. She loves us milking her and comes over for coffee frequently. She brings her milk, still in the original, soft packaging, and would stop if she didn’t enjoy it. The other costumes seem random.”