My husband Fred approved my risquee costume for the adult costume party tonight when he saw it last week. My small baby blue tube top, which barely contained my D-cups, did nothing to hide their size or loose braless movements or thick nipples. The grey micro skirt was even more daring. It ended just below my clit, exposed most of my ass, and let my translucent dark panties show off my camel toe no matter how hard I tried to pull it down for cover.

“It’s going to be an awesome party, Fred.” That’s all I got out at the bottom of our stairs before my husband attacked me in a whirlwind. In seconds, he had my top down, his tongue in my mouth, and my skirt above my navel. The idea of a stranger, a swinger, fucking me at the party made him hornier than ever. Before I could set his cock free, he had my panties off and was eating me on the stairs. Always the considerate lover, he licked my juicy pussy and sucked my clit as he fingered me to orgasm. We love my tasty pussy.

Still gasping, I felt his iron rod push past my wet lips and slide into my soaked pussy. Moaning, he fucked me in a frenzy — the first time. His batter felt especially hot as it filled me and left me light headed with all my clothes wrapped around my waist. Just minutes later, he spread my lips and, for the first time ever, lapped my sullied cunt as he ate his cream. He was in me again, this time slowly making love. His above average cock spread and filled me nearly to orgasm. He paused and kissed me. I groaned though I knew he was edging me. So close to climax, it was almost painful to be denied. He began slowly pumping me with his smooth, hot, steel. As I approached climax, more slowly this time, he twisted a wet finger into my ass and fucked my star hole gently. I felt his cock lurch and swell, then his finger in my ass pumped faster as he filled my pussy again with his steaming white cum. Splayed out and panting on the stairs, I marveled on a man’s reaction to revealing clothes, often stronger than when I’m naked.

“So” gasp “you like this slutty outfit for the party?” He gasped and stared at my heaving tits and my draining pussy then nodded before kneeling and again eating his cum. Lifting my legs to my chest, he licked my unfolded rear hole. After I came again from his feasting on me, he handed me my still pristine panties. I stripped off the costume licked his cock clean and made dinner, still naked.

The night of the party Fred went early to help and asked his friend, Andy, to drive me (then leave me there). Andy was not a swinger. Yet, Fred may have had concerns about his friend driving me to this swinger party with my pussy nearly exposed while standing and my clit barely hidden while sitting. Freshly bathed and wreaking of musky cologne, I came down our stairs and found Andy pacing our living room. Though dressed in shorts and a polo, he could have come to the party too. I whistled at his hairy and muscular legs. “Nice gams,” I added. He was looking up my micro skirt though nearly everything worth seeing was nearly displayed already. I blushed slightly as he licked his lips.

Andy whispered, “I was about to say the same thing about your legs. Your husband lets you go out like that with your hot legs exposed past your hips and shapely ass?” That was unusually forward of Andy, yet I smiled and said nothing. He did better, more restrained, seeing this outfit than Fred did last week. The bump in my panties that showed where my clit hid fixated him, so I took the last few steps hard to make my tits bounce as a distraction. As he noticed and stared, my nipples grew stiff and I wondered if Fred saw this would he cheer my slutty behavior. Perhaps he would tonight. I decided to tease Andy and see if I could make him grow. Glancing at his dark green shorts only showed me a slight tent.

Spinning to let him see my barely covered ass got a small twitch. When I stepped closer to let him inhale my musk, I pulled my tube top up, then let it drop and bounce my big tits. That got a bigger twitch with the clear outline of his swollen bishop demanding attention. He was tall so I had to crank my head back when I looked up at him and stroked his chest. “We have a few minutes. We don’t want to get there too early. How about a drink?” I turned and crooked my hip as I slightly pushed my ass toward him, looked back and smiled. Even a half wit would have to grasp the innuendo. He started to sweat then stepped closer. Pointing to his growing bulge, I asked, “Did I do that?”

He ignored my question. “Cat, your cheeks are b-b-bare. Is that what you want? Y-y-you are so-o-o tempting in that outfit, I’m struggling to respect my friendship with your husband. Can we just go?” I smiled at his conflict, yet wiggled my hips more to tempt him beyond his aching breaking point. His shorts were fully tented and hinted at the package he was hiding. He lurched when I pet his straining swelling.