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Halloween Night

by Jimmy Lee

Copyright© 2025 by Jimmy Lee

Erotica Sex Story: I've parted ways with Charlene and am now with Becky. She's the first woman I've been with who has serious inhibitions. I think I married her in recoil from Charlene's drug-centered lifestyle. Anyhow, we've not been married long and Becky suggests we go to a coffeeshop that I used to frequent when living in the servants quarters with Charlene. It was Becky's first insight into my previous life.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Sharing   Public Sex   Halloween   .

“Will you just quit fixing things? Goddamn it, I’m a grown woman. I can do things myself. If I want your help, I’ll ask for it.”

I don’t recall the details of what set her off. I’m the type of man who, when he sees something that needs to be done, he does it. Also, I was raised in the old Southern traditions of gentlemanly behavior. We’d already gone through the “I can open my own doors” phase where, after I’d quit doing that, she began missing it and I resumed behaving in accordance with my childhood training. This was different, though. I did something mechanical for her without telling her I was going to do it, and she took it as me thinking she wasn’t capable of doing it herself.

“OK, suit yourself. From now on, I will not do anything for you without your express request.”

That was a couple of months ago and I’d stuck to my promise, although I still opened doors for her. It was Halloween night, and we’d been to her office party dressed in 1960s fashion. Me in colorful bellbottom slacks with a paisley, large-collared polyester shirt. She was in a blouse that almost matched my shirt, tight miniskirt, and knee-high white boots. The miniskirt was a stretch for her usually inhibited self and it took considerable encouragement from me to get her to wear it.

Becky had a fine body. She was short, about 5’ 4”, but with great 36 C breasts, narrow waist, flaring hips, and shapely legs. The dress showed those off well. The blouse was a bit tight and tended to gap open between buttonholes giving an occasional glimpse of boob flesh. Fucking sexy as hell. I was looking forward to getting home and fucking her in the miniskirt.

As the party was ending, we weren’t ready to go home yet. “I remember you telling me about a restaurant you used to go to and people-watch on special nights. Is it still around,” she asked.

“Yes, the Denny’s on Camelback and 7th Street. You want to go?”

“I’m not tired and we don’t have to work tomorrow. You can show me the sideshow you’ve talked about,” she replied. There were several dive bars around that restaurant and on nights like New Year’s Eve and Halloween there were some very interesting patrons at Denny’s after the bars had closed. I’d take the counter stool next to the cash register where I could watch everyone coming and going.

We drove over to the place and luckily parked in the last space in their lot. It was packed, mostly with singles and couples. There was one corner table with a curved bench meant for four or more, but it was the only space available, so we took it. As we waited, we looked around at the sights. So many people, most of them drunk, high, tripping, or some combination, and only a few not in some sort of costume. Several women and a few men were dressed quite revealingly. One statuesque woman was dressed in a fishnet body suit with three small, strategically placed black cloth pieces which served more to enhance what was behind them rather than hiding.

Right after our food arrived, the waitress came over and told us that there was a couple who had been waiting for some time, and they had said they’d be willing to join us if we were okay with it. They looked pretty normal, about our ages, he was in a ‘20s gangster pinstripe suit, she was dressed as a flapper, but they didn’t seem freaky. I looked at Becky, not wanting to overstep whatever boundary she might be feeling at the moment. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said to let them join. Very un-Becky-like.

As the waitress led them toward us, I scooted around the half-circle seat which put me at the outside with Becky on my left. I expected the woman to sit first so we’d be boy-girl-girl-boy, but hubby slipped in first. His wife was positioned across from me. Now, in closer proximity, they both had an air of swingers, something I’d learned to pick up on when my first wife and I had been in that scene. They said they were full from grazing at a party and just ordered coffee. As we chatted, I noticed him glancing down at Becky’s tits, admiring the view through a gap. That was a turn-on, and my dick stirred a bit. Becky and I had never even discussed sex outside our marriage, and I seriously doubted that she’d have anything to do with it.

He focused on engaging her in conversation, leading it because he never had to use his mouth for chewing. Becky kept glancing at me but said nothing. It was obvious that she was a bit uncomfortable, but I wasn’t about to try to “fix” anything. Besides, his wife was focusing on me, and I was enjoying the attention. She had an air of “I will fuck your balls off.” I had an impression, though, that she was mostly trying to keep my attention off my wife and her hubby. I strove to give the illusion that she was succeeding.

It wasn’t long before he had put his arm on the back of the seat, behind Becky, and turned his torso to face her. From what I could see, his right leg had to be pressed against her left one. She eased my way a bit, but I wasn’t moving. I was interested to see how this played out. His left hand was in his lap, and I could tell by his arm’s movement that it was slowly creeping toward Becky’s leg. For a moment, he and I locked eyes, and I smiled, essentially saying he was welcome to see what he could do.

It was just a few seconds later that Becky stiffened and I saw his hand on her thigh, fingers easing between her legs and then up her leg, under her skirt. She glanced at me, and I returned her look with a slight smile. “Take care of your shit,” I thought to myself. She looked at his wife who had a wide-eyed smile, obviously aware of what her hubby was up to. It must have been obvious that the balls were all in her court. As straight-laced as she was, she had history. She was married and fucking around on her husband when we first met. In fact, she and I divorced our spouses to be together. At the time, I didn’t realize how hung up she was. Lots of old-school Christian upbringing baggage keeping her from fully enjoying and being enjoyed. I was working on slowly whittling away those walls and I hoped tonight would be a sledgehammer against one.

I don’t recall their names, so let’s call him “Mark” and her “Mandy.”

 
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