Anna’s Halloween Trick and Treat

It was just past midnight when Anna and Ryan tumbled hand-in-hand out of the backseat of their Uber and into the unevenly lit parking lot of their suburban apartment complex. The attractive young newlyweds had been out celebrating the engagement of two of Anna's coworkers, and they were arriving home in a pleasant state of mild drunkenness. As their ride's taillights disappeared back into the night, Ryan pulled his wife's petite frame tightly against his taller, more muscular body.

Leaning down, Ryan pulled Anna into a feral open-mouthed kiss which left them both a little dizzier than could be explained by the alcohol coursing through their systems alone. As they stood locked in their passionate embrace, Ryan could feel Anna's firm braless breasts and stiff nipples pushing against him through her skintight minidress. Encouraged by his wife's obvious arousal, Ryan's hands slid slowly down Anna's back until he was cupping the firmness of her shapely ass.

Unable to contain himself, Ryan flexed his fingers and began to gently massage his wife's backside. As he dug his fingertips into her flesh, Anna's drunken giggles turned into needy moans and her kisses deepened in their fervor. When she wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck and snaked her tongue into his mouth while subtly grinding her stomach against the bulge of his rapidly hardening cock, Ryan became even bolder, sliding his hands down below the already dangerously short hemline of Anna's dress. When he drug his hands back up, the slinky material of her dress came with them, rising above her hips to bunch around her waist.

Anna seldom wore panties, especially when dressed for a night on the town, and this night was no exception. Ryan's wandering hands left her bare bottom fully exposed to the cool mid-October air. The pale perfection of her toned ass was illuminated by the softly glowing lights of the parking lot, but an urgent need for her husband's touch burned away any cares she might have had about one of their neighbors seeing her so exposed. Truth be told, Anna had a strong exhibitionist streak which she loved to indulge whenever possible; if anything, her state of exposure only further heightened her already soaring libido.

Ryan settled his hands at Anna's waistline, the tips of his thumbs massaging the naked skin just above the points of her hip bones. He broke himself away from their kiss to tilt his head over to the side and nibble on Anna's earlobe, eliciting a lusty gasp from his wife.

"Such a fucking dirty girl, showing off your naked ass out here in the parking lot. Anyone who looked out their window could see you right now," he whispered in her ear.

Anna made a satisfied noise in the affirmative. Ryan had discovered early in their relationship that dirty talk, especially if it carried a hint of degradation, was a major turn-on for her. His wife enjoyed being called a slut.

With a seductive smile on her lips, Anna slid one diminutive hand between their bodies and found Ryan's engorgement straining against the front of his pants. While her husband began nibbling on the side of her neck, she deftly unzipped his khakis. Wriggling her hand inside, she began rubbing him over the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Fuck yes, babe," Ryan groaned.

Anna grasped his thick shaft and began firmly rubbing the pad of her thumb in small circles on the underside of his cock, just below the head. Ryan started involuntarily thrusting slightly into his wife's hand. His girth was such that she couldn't quite close her fingers all the way around him, but she knew from experience exactly how and where he liked her to use her hands.

"You enjoying that, baby?," Anna asked huskily. "You like it when your sexy little wife plays with your big fat cock?"

Ryan grunted out his pleasure and, leaving her short dress gathered around her waist, brought both his hands up to where Anna's neck met her shoulders. He laced his fingers into the silky brown hair at the nape of her neck and rubbed his thumbs just in front of her ears. Anna giggled sultrily and tugged his manhood out through the fly of his briefs and into the crisp night air. Ryan's now bared cock was fully erect and she began jerking its length earnestly, twisting her hand slightly with each stroke. While her husband stared down hungrily into her deep brown eyes, Anna bit her lower lip and began slowly lowering herself in front of him.

Just as her knees touched the asphalt, a door slammed loudly nearby. The amorous young couple were snapped out of the drunken, sexual trance they had woven around themselves by the reality that one of their neighbors was likely approaching.

"Fuck, baby, as much as I want to suck your cock right here, I guess we'd better take it inside before we shock one of our poor neighbors," Anna sighed. Even as she said the words, however, she began kissing Ryan's cock as though she were begging him to disagree.

"Shit, you're probably right," Ryan mumbled. He was so hard, though, that it was a struggle to cram his cock back into the confinement of his pants. He finally had to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers completely to get himself put away properly, and even then the outline of his erection against the light-colored cloth was still painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look. Anna, on the other hand, had no such struggles, needing only to tug her short dress down over her shapely ass.

Once the pair had sorted themselves, they moved briskly towards their building. Anxious to resume their tryst, they hastened up the steps to their second floor apartment. Upon reaching the landing between the two flights of stairs, they came face-to-face with the young woman who lived in the apartment next to theirs heading in the opposite direction.

The girl was decked out head-to-toe in stereotypical goth attire. She was a tiny thing, scarcely five feet tall, though her actual height was difficult to assess due to the massive platform soles built into her chunky black combat boots. In addition to her diminutive height, she was also very slightly built, rail thin and flat chested, but she did have an attractively tight butt which was enhanced by the tiny tight black denim shorts she wore. Her hair was an unnatural shade of pitch black and styled in two long braids in the back, but with unevenly cut bangs in the front that reached down to just above her eyes.

The girl's skin was deathly pale, where it wasn't covered by tattoos. Her pallor contrasted sharply with the heavy black eyeshadow and deep purple lipstick coloring her face. She was pierced seemingly everywhere; one nostril, septum, both eyebrows, lower lip, and multiple times in each ear. Barbell piercings through her nipples stood out prominently, straining against her skin-tight black halter top. The neighbor girl's whole look was finished off with raggedly torn fishnet stockings, various chains and silver rings, and an upside-down crucifix pendant around her neck.

Although they had never actually met or been introduced, Anna knew their neighbor's name was Erin because she had heard the girl's boyfriend grunt out her name often enough (along with the many other things he called her) through the thin apartment walls when they were fucking. Anna had fallen into quite the naughty habit of eavesdropping on the couple's vigorous and frequent copulating, usually in the late mornings after Ryan had already left for work but before she needed to leave for her shift at the hospital. Most of the time, though they had no way of knowing it, Anna engaged in a little solo love of her own while listening to them.

As they passed on the stairwell, the girl's eyes skipped over Anna dismissively and went straight to Ryan. She made a point of looking him up and down, her gaze openly lingering on the front of his pants where his erection still bulged. The girl made no effort to hide her interest and, apparently liking what she saw, broke into a wide, toothy smile. For his part, Ryan ogled her right back, his eyes just as obviously locking onto the outline of the nipple piercings pushing against her top.

Anna stood awkwardly holding Ryan's hand, momentarily stunned into silence as her normally straight-laced husband and this tiny goth girl eye-fucked each other on the stairs outside their apartment. The moment was fleeting, with Anna tugging Ryan upwards towards their front door while the girl continued on her way down the stairs. Anna took one quick glance back to see if Erin was gone, and found her staring back up at them wearing a knowing smirk. The two women shared a brief moment of eye contact before Erin finally turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs.

As Anna tried to sort out her feelings about the odd encounter, Ryan dug out his keys and opened their apartment door. The pair silently stepped inside and, once the door had shut firmly behind them, Ryan pounced. He pinned Anna roughly against him, eager to resume their interrupted rendezvous from the parking lot.

Part of Anna's mind told her she should be pissed that Ryan had shared such an oddly intimate moment with their brazen neighbor, but another part took pleasure in knowing that the girl found her husband desirable. She was also surprised that Ryan so obviously found Erin attractive, as he had never before shown any indication that his tastes in women included any kind of appreciation for the "alternative" look. Ryan had married her, after all, and Anna's appearance was as close to the traditional all-American girl-next-door as one could ask.

Anna's internal musings were interrupted by Ryan's mouth at her neck once more and his hands tugging her dress back up over her ass. This time once he got it to her waist he kept going, lifting it up and over her head before carelessly tossing the garment aside onto the linoleum floor of their front entryway. Pulling his wife away from her conflicted thoughts, he backed her against the wall then tightly pressed his body against hers, leaving her nearly breathless. Interlacing her fingers with his, he pinned Anna's hands above her head before leaning down and devouring her mouth, kissing her with a level of erotic violence that made her pussy tingle and a needy groan escape her throat.

As they made out, Anna could feel Ryan's stiff cock prodding insistently against her stomach. Though she didn't know how it was possible, he felt even harder than he had in the parking lot just a few minutes earlier. She could almost swear that she could feel the veins in Ryan's shaft throbbing through his pants, but she couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a combination of her racing heart and the unbridled sexual need pulsating through her own body.

Her thoughts settling, Anna decided that ultimately it didn't matter what or who had gotten Ryan so fired up; in fact, it was adding a novel jealous edge to her horniness to think about another woman getting her husband this excited. In the end, she thought, it didn't really matter anyway; it was she, not Erin, who would be reaping the benefits of Ryan's arousal. Still, Anna decided she couldn't miss the opportunity to tease Ryan about his little mutual admirer, especially knowing from experience that getting him just a little bit angry or embarrassed always made him pound her so hard she could barely walk the next day.

As Ryan began to leave hickies on her neck, Anna ground herself against his cock and panted huskily, "Goddamn, you're hard, baby. Did that little goth whore really get you this worked up?"

Though he didn't respond verbally, his actions confirmed Anna's suspicions; Ryan's grip tightened subtly on her hands, and she felt his teeth on her tender skin.

"Ooooo, she did, didn't she? That filthy little slut's filled my horny husband's head with all kinds of nasty thoughts, hasn't she?"

Ryan just growled in response before bending his neck down and aggressively taking Anna's left nipple into his mouth. Not satisfied with just the erect bud, he sucked in the entire nipple and surrounding areola. Anna grunted as her husband gently abused her tender flesh, pain and pleasure searing through her in equal parts. While Ryan's rough tongue and teeth gnawed at her breast, she felt her thighs quivering. Had her wrists not been pinned so firmly to the wall above her, Anna wasn't sure she would have been able to remain standing.

"Fuck, baby, that dirty emo bitch really does it for you, huh? Are you going to rough me up while you're thinking about her, baby? That would be so, so wrong, fucking the shit out of your wife while fantasizing about some barely legal goth skank whose name you don't even know?," Anna pouted out between gasps.

Ryan adjusted his grip on Anna's hands, moving so that he could use one hand to keep her wrists pinned above her head while the other dropped to her pussy. She was so wet that his middle and ring fingers slid inside her effortlessly, and he began gliding them against her inner walls while slamming his palm roughly against her clit. Anna eagerly spread her legs so he could plunge even deeper.

"Fuck, yeah," Anna groaned. "We should have let her catch us in the parking lot, baby. Then she could have gotten a good look at your cock. I bet a dirty slut like her likes to watch." She began thrusting her hips in rhythm with Ryan's fingers. "Who knows?," she continued, "Maybe she'd even have joined me, sucking you off right there in the open. Would you have liked that, baby, me licking your balls while she throated your cock?"

Ryan, still suspiciously silent, pressed his feverish forehead to Anna's. They stared intently into each others' dark eyes while Ryan pleasured his wife with his fingers. Beads of sweat were beginning to run down his face and drip into Anna's cleavage.

"It's Erin, by the way. Your little dark fantasy's name is Erin," Anna panted. "I know because I hear it every time her boyfriend, or whatever he is, grunts it out as he is pounding her slutty ass and filling her up with his cum. I've heard it almost every morning for weeks now."

Anna's revelation caused Ryan's grip on her wrists to momentarily slacken; she quickly took advantage of his lapse in focus and pulled her hands away, lowering them to his belt buckle. She wasted little time undoing her husband's pants and letting them drop to the floor at his ankles. When Ryan leaned slightly back and withdrew his fingers from her silken depths to provide Anna more space to free his cock from its confines, she used the room to drop to her knees in front of him.

Anna ripped down Ryan's boxers and, as his cock sprang free, she caught the head between her lips before wrapping her fist as tightly as she could manage around his thick shaft. She adored her husband's cock; before she'd fallen for Ryan, Anna had been something of a stereotypical sorority slut and had experienced a wide range of shapes and sizes. For her, however, Ryan's seemed close to perfect. It was longer than average, being just under seven inches in length, but also thick and veiny, with a gentle upwards curve that hit spots inside Anna in ways she couldn't begin to describe.

Her only complaint about her husband's penis was that the head was enormously fat and wide. The stretch felt fantastic when he was fucking her, but it made blowjobs frustratingly challenging and, though she on occasion secretly fantasized about giving Ryan her anal virginity, that giant crown gave her serious doubts she'd ever work up the nerve to actually do it.

Unable to employ her well-honed fellatio skills on Ryan like she had with previous lovers, Anna had been forced to develop a workaround where she focused on kissing and suckling just the head while working the shaft with her hands. Her revised methodology required copious amounts of lubrication, so in between her passionate sucks on his tip, Anna licked and spat upon Ryan's shaft while continuing her obscene dialogue.

"From the sounds of it (kiss) your little Erin (kiss) just loves getting fucked. You should hear (lick) some of the filthy things (kiss) that come out of that whore's mouth," Anna said as she smeared saliva down Ryan's length with her tongue. "They go at it (lick) like fucking animals (lick) almost everyday (kiss) right after you leave for work."

Anna started vigorously stroking Ryan's cock as she continued, "Ooooh, it's so hot, baby, hearing that freak's cunt getting railed. Most days, I get so turned on I have to touch myself while I listen with my ear pressed to the wall. I've almost been late to work twice because I didn't want to miss your little Erin getting bred like a cat in heat."

Ryan groaned while his wife talked and stroked. Anna grinned wickedly and smeared a line of Ryan's precum across her lips as she continued jerking him with one hand. Her other hand was now buried between her own legs, working feverishly.

"You know (mmmm) she's why I finally ordered that (gasp) vibrator you'd been asking me to; I got so (aaahhh) hot listening to them fuck while you were away last month that I (ooooo) couldn't stand it."

Ryan's cock twitched in her hand.

"Yeah baby, you like thinking about how your sweet, innocent wife gets herself off while she eavesdrops on the neighbors fucking? Do you like picturing me half-dressed for work, fingering myself until I cum, baby?"

"Shit, Anna," Ryan grunted hoarsely, finally breaking his silence, "You really play with yourself while you listen to the neighbors?" He now had both hands pressed flat against the front door, supporting himself while he leaned over Anna's kneeling form.

"Fuck yeah I do, baby. Maybe we should stay in on one of our days off so you can hear them for yourself. You could lie next to me in bed and stroke yourself while you listen to that filthy little slut beg for it."

Anna crammed Ryan's cockhead back into her mouth and bobbed on him fiercely for another minute or so before deciding to double-down and tap into another of her husband's fantasies.

"You know, the vibrator's good and all, but I've been thinking about getting myself something more... fulfilling ... to use while I listen to them. Like maybe a giant rubber cock," she teased. Little did Ryan know, she already had one that she'd bought at the same time as the vibrator, but she'd badly underestimated its size when she'd ordered the thing. She'd found the experience so overwhelming that she'd only used it once before hiding it away, though lately she'd begun thinking about maybe trying it out again.

"What do you think, baby? Would that be hot, having your wife bouncing her ass up and down on a thick dildo while she eavesdrops on the neighbors fucking like some kind of sex-addicted pervert? Is that something you'd like to imagine? Or maybe it's something you'd like to watch?"

Without warning, Ryan roared loudly, bucking his hips and spewing hot cum across Anna's neck and the tops of her breasts. Shot after shot coated Anna as he grunted and she cooed delightedly. She kept jerking her husband's erupting cock, directing his shots to streak across her chest. She was somewhat shocked by just how powerful his blasts were; each of his dozen or so shots audibly splattered against her skin before beginning to run down the slopes of her breasts to coat her nipples or slide into her cleavage.

"Fucking hell, baby," Anna laughed, "I've never seen you cum that hard, or that fast. That hot little tramp really does something for you, doesn't she? If you're that into her, maybe I should I be worried!"

Ryan responded by pulling Anna back to her feet before dropping to his haunches in front of her. He hooked his arms behind her knees, spreading her legs wide, then he slammed her back against their front door and lifted her feet off the floor. Propping her weight against the cold steel, he quickly shifted the backs of her knees onto his shoulders and his hands to her ass before diving face first into her wet, open pussy. Within seconds, he had snaked his tongue between her labia and was relentlessly flicking and sucking on her clit like a man possessed as his wife squealed and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair.

"Oh God, Ryan!," Anna gasped, sensing her own climax might come as quickly as his had. "Yeah, lick my pussy, baby, make your naughty little wife cum. Please make me cum. Fuck, I need it, baby, just like that. I need it so fucking bad."

As Anna pleaded, Ryan slowed his assault on her clit, cruelly denying her. He shifted slightly underneath her, positioning himself to be able to look up at her flushed face. Anna's eyes were closed tightly as she played with her sperm-coated nipples and tried to will herself over the edge, but Ryan carefully kept her just on the brink of orgasm.

Shifting slightly again, he slid his tongue down from her clit and found her opening. Ryan thrust as much of his tongue inside her as he could, swirling it around inside her entrance. At the same time, he pressed her back even harder against the door so he could take his hands out from under Anna's ass and slide them up her sides until he could cup her glazed breasts in the palms of his hands. As Anna writhed against the door, Ryan took over pinching and twisting her nipples while fucking her with his mouth.

Anna's eyes popped open and locked with Ryan's. She stared down at him, an overwhelming lust burning in her dark eyes.

"Do you think Erin's pussy would be as sweet as mine, baby?," Anna asked huskily. "I bet you're imagining it, aren't you? Imagining pounding into her with your big cock, twisting those sexy little piercings in her nipples, making her cry out your name."

"Or maybe," she continued, her imagination running wild, "oh, God... maybe you want her to call you Daddy. Is that it, baby? You want her (gasp) to call you (oh, fuck) Daddy as she begs for your enormous (goddamn it!) cock in her (oh shit, right there, baby, right there, right there) in her tight little cunt?"

"Mmmmm, with all those tats and piercings, I bet she's into pain, baby. I bet she gets off on it. I bet she'd want you to be really fucking rough, wouldn't she? What would you (oh sweet lord) what would you do to her? Would you (groan) choke her? Would you spank that tight ass of hers? Would (oh fuck, fuck, FUCK) would you slap her around some, baby, to show her who's boss? I bet she'd beg you to. I bet she'd ... I bet she'd... cum... so ... fucking HAAAARRRDD!!!," Anna cried out, unable to hold back her climax any longer.

Her entire body convulsed atop her husband's shoulders as the orgasm overtook her. Tiny rivulets of fluid gushed from her sex, leaving a thick, wet sheen on Ryan's chin. He felt his young wife's thighs quivering uncontrollably on his shoulders and saw her abdominal muscles rippling as the waves of pleasure spread outward through her body. As Anna climaxed noisily, Ryan refused to relent, increasing the pace and pressure of his licking and pulling hard on Anna's nipples, prolonging her ecstasy to the point it teetered on the threshold of pain. It wasn't until she pulled in a deep, gasping breath and her quivering began shuddering to a stop that he finally relented and pulled his mouth away from her sex.

Ryan afforded Anna little time to recover. He scooped his hands back under her firm ass as he removed legs her from his shoulders and slid her slowly down into his lap until he could feel her breasts against his chest. When he rose from his crouch, Anna stayed with him, dazedly wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Without a word, he carried his wife across their apartment and through the bedroom door. Anna could feel his tumescent cock wagging beneath her as they walked, its thick head sliding against her slickened folds with each step.

Ryan lay Anna on her back on the queen-sized mattress of their bed, then knelt between her legs once again. She twitched violently when he gave her sensitive clit a quick lick, then sighed when he began to trace his tongue slowly up her torso. He swirled it sensuously around her navel before raining kisses across the soft skin of her stomach. Continuing to work his way up, Ryan paused and meticulously licked clean the mess he'd made earlier, lustily wiping away his cum that had pooled in Anna's cleavage. He used the broad part of his tongue to attack the slopes of her cum-smeared breasts, then cleaned her nipples with his lips. Anna sighed contentedly when, after several languorous minutes, Ryan's mouth finally made it's way to the hollow of her neck to collect the last streaks of his spilled seed.

When he finally reached Anna's lips, he kissed her deeply and they savored the shared taste of their combined flavors. At the same time as Ryan's tongue flickered into Anna's open mouth, the head of his cock found her soaked entrance and slid into the depths of her liquid heat without resistance. For several long minutes, the couple made love lazily, with slow steady strokes while silently exploring each others' lips and mouths. Anna wrapped her legs around Ryan's muscular backside, crossing her feet at the ankles, and draped her arms around his shoulders so she could run her fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

As they each regained their strength, their tempo gradually began to shift from gentle lovemaking to something more urgent and needy. Their mouths broke apart as Ryan repositioned himself, lifting his torso up and away from Anna's while still leaving himself buried inside her. Shifting his weight fully to his knees, Ryan's hands went to Anna's ankles, gripping them tightly as he lifted her legs and bent them back towards her shoulders. Using his grip on the backs of her calves for leverage, Ryan began increasing the length and power of his strokes as he stared down at his wife. Anna was sweating heavily; beads of perspiration had popped out all across her forehead and neck; the tops of her breasts and the depths of her cleavage shone damply in the dim light coming through their window.

Ryan loved how sweaty Anna got when they were fucking. He was disappointed on the rare times he couldn't work her up to looking like she'd just stepped out of a sauna by the time their passion was spent. For him, there was just something about the way it made her skin glow and the look of desperate exhaustion it gave her that he found sexy and alluring as hell.

"You're so fucking hot, babe," Ryan said as he long-stroked her steadily. "That goth bitch next door is just a novelty act compared to you. You're the fucking real deal, Anna, the main event. No one's ever felt better wrapped around my cock than you."

"Hmmm, I don't know, babe," Anna replied. She cupped her sweat-dampened breasts in her hands and began tweaking the nipples, making the hardened points poke out even more. "I was thinking maybe I should get my nipples pierced, since you seem to like Erin's so much. Don't you think I would look hotter if I had some little barbells through my nips? "

Anna felt her husband thicken and twitch slightly inside her. Ryan used his leverage to bend her legs even further towards her shoulders, while at the same time spreading them further apart. He began pounding himself deeper into Anna, bottoming out with each furious stroke. Now it was his turn to sweat; with each forceful thrust into his wife, droplets rained from his forehead and added to the sheen of sweat now coating the skin of his wife's torso. Anna felt herself rapidly approaching another orgasm as Ryan pounded into her mercilessly.

"Oh my god, Anna," Ryan growled, "You know what it does to me when you act like a little fucking slut. And pierced nipples? That just screams slut. I'd never let you wear a bra again, though, to really maximize the effect. You wouldn't really be a slut unless you showed them off, loud and proud, right? Like Erin."

Ryan stared intensely into his wife's eyes without missing a stroke. "Is that what you want, babe? You want to be my slutty pierced wife? Wear tight tank tops and have guys staring at your tits all the time? Do you want everyone you meet thinking about what it would be like to... pound ... this... tight... pussy?"

With a final thrust Ryan's control broke and he began flooding Anna's womb, spraying rope after rope inside her. She peaked at the same moment, her vaginal walls rippling around her husband's shaft while her face went slack as though her soul was leaving her body. They both released primal cries of passion, grunting and gasping through their shared climax. Ryan remained buried to the hilt inside Anna's warmth for a long while afterwards, his hands locked in a death grip around her ankles. Finally, with a small shiver, he withdrew himself. A final trickle oozed from the tip of his cock, leaving a thin streak across Anna's mound, but it was trivial compared to the gush of their mixed fluids that began spilling from the gaping mouth of her pussy.

Ryan bent down and kissed his wife gently, spending a few moments savoring her soft lips before collapsing beside her on their bed. Anna rolled to her side and snuggled her ass back against his slowly deflating penis; picking up on his wife's unspoken signal, Ryan spooned tightly against her back, wrapping his arms around her. As the couple lay silently, cooling and catching their breath, Ryan gently stroked Anna's breasts, periodically massaging her still hard nipples. Anna sighed contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their coupling.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, Anna could sense Ryan beginning to drift off behind her, so she gently dug her elbow into his ribs.

"Hey, mister, you can't fuck the life out of a girl and then just go to sleep! I still need an answer from you about Rachel's Halloween party."

Ryan reluctantly opened his bleary eyes and thought for a moment. Anna had filled him in earlier in the evening about their invitation to a blowout Halloween bash her friend was throwing. Rachel, one of Anna's sorority sisters, had graduated a year ahead of her. She worked in Human Resources at the same major hospital as Anna; in fact, it had largely been the sorority connection with Rachel which had helped Anna land her nursing position after her own graduation. Still, there was something about Rachel that Ryan found off-putting, a bit of a mean girl vibe, and she was definitely used to using her blonde cheerleader good looks to get what she wanted.

Ryan had no doubt that the party would be spectacular; after all, Rachel was living with a loaded, soon-to-be-divorced heart surgeon at least twenty years her elder, so he knew no expense would be spared, but that did little to impress him. Even in college, Ryan had never been the partying type. Unlike Anna, he hadn't been part of Greek life - well, at least not until he'd needed to be her escort to a seemingly endless parade of sorority functions. He'd obliged her many social engagements the entire time they dated, but now that they were graduated and married he had kind of hoped that, weddings and such things aside, they were past such things.

As though Anna could read his thoughts, she said, "I know you're not a big fan of these kinds of parties, baby, but I really want to go to this one. We've both been working so hard since graduation and the wedding that it would be awesome to just have some fun and blow off a little steam. Plus, Rachel's boyfriend has rented out the entire VIP section of a club downtown for the night. There will be a professional DJ and an open bar with bartenders and real bathrooms and a dance floor, so it won't be anything like those low-budget college parties we used to go to. It'll be more of a refined adult thing. Well," she admitted, "at least as refined as a Halloween costume party can get, I guess."

"Okay, babe," Ryan said as he kissed his wife's ear, "if it's that important to you, of course we'll go. But, if Rachel's planning it, I definitely wouldn't get my hopes up about the refined part. Didn't she plan that Halloween party your junior year? The "come as your favorite porn trope" themed one?"

Anna laughed. "That's right, she did. I still can't believe she walked around all night dressed as Edward Penishands. That latex bodysuit must have been miserable with how hot it was inside the sorority house that night."

"Forget the latex," Ryan replied, "I'm still in awe of how she managed to carry around a Solo cup of booze the whole night while wearing a hollowed-out foot-long dildo on every finger."

"They weren't hollowed out dildos, they were penis sleeves. Did you know she tried to give them out to us girls afterwards as party favors?," Anna giggled. "The way some of those bitches snatched them up, we all knew which one's had the boyfriends with tiny dicks."

"Ha!," Ryan snorted, "I guess I should feel honored that you didn't snatch one up, then."

"Oh, no way, baby. You definitely aren't in need of any enhancement. Besides, who knows where the hell those things had been? Rachel may be my friend, but she's still one of the dirtiest, most reckless sluts I've ever met. No way I'd ever take a used sex toy from that girl."

"I wonder what costume she'll go for this year," Ryan pondered. "I mean, I've got to give the girl credit, that outfit scored high for originality. Higher than just picking something easy like dressing as a sexy nurse."

"Hey!," Anna retorted playfully, rolling over to face her husband, "If I remember correctly, you couldn't keep your hands off of me in that outfit, mister. So much so, that I thought I'd wear it again this year."

"Babe, I can't keep my hands off of you, period," Ryan laughed back. "I'm just saying I think you should be a little more creative this year. Going as a sexy nurse when you are, in fact, a sexy nurse feels a little uninspired."

"So what would you suggest then?," Anna asked, pouting out her bottom lip and pretending to be offended.

"I don't know, babe. A sexy something other than a nurse?," Ryan answered earnestly.

"Oh, so you like the sexy part. I guess you serious, then, about wanting other guys to check me out? You want me to be a little cock tease and show some skin?," Anna purred. She reached between them and began to fondle Ryan's sticky cock. To her surprise, he was beginning to inflate yet again.

"Oooooh, you DO like it! Okay then, I'll dress up sexy for you, baby. I'll think up something really slutty and eye-catching. But in return, I get to pick your costume."

Anna began stroking Ryan's length, aggressively, working him quickly back up to full hardness. He was clearly enjoying the idea of his wife showing off her body and Anna found herself growing excited about it as well.

"You'll have to wear whatever I pick - no arguing, no backing out. And you can't complain about what I pick for myself either, no matter how slutty or revealing it might get. Even if I decide to go as a nudist, you just have to go along with it!"

Turning to once more face away from Ryan, Anna hitched her leg up and backwards over his, allowing his erection to slide through the gap between her separated thighs. She grabbed it and wedged the head of his cock up against her clit, using it to stimulate herself while she used her fingers to rub the sensitive underside of her husband's shaft.

"I'll make sure I'm the center of attention all night. That's what you want, isn't it? Guys drooling over something they can see but can't have? I'll dress so fucking sexy that even Rachel's pussy-whipped, boy-toy surgeon won't be able to keep his eyes off me. That'll piss her off something awful, but that'll just be too fucking bad. She'll have to cope, because my husband wants me to be naughty and have every guy there thinking about me the next time they're jerking off. Isn't that right, baby?"

Anna's voice took on an even sultrier tone as she dove deeper into the fantasy.

"You want all those other men picturing me when they cum? Do you think they'll fantasize about blowing their load across my tits? Or maybe on my ass? Do you want them to nut on my pretty face, baby? Or maybe you have something dirtier in mind, you naughty boy. Like in my mouth? Should I suck them dry and then swallow their nasty jizz, baby, like a good little slut?"

"Or," Anna paused dramatically, "are you really that dirty, baby? Do you want them to ... cum inside me? Deep in my little unprotected pussy, baby? Huh? Is that what you want, other men dreaming about what it feels like to bury themselves deep and pump their cum into your slutty wife's fertile pussy?"

Ryan emitted a strangled roar as he came for the third time in less than an hour. This time, though his cock throbbed powerfully in Anna's grip, only a thin trickle of nearly clear fluid dribbled from his tip. His orgasm went on far longer than usual, but burned and bordered on agony as his empty balls heaved futilely. Anna stopped stroking his shaft, but kept pushing his glans against her clit, rubbing his ejaculate into her own wet folds. She shivered from the intensity of their connection, but it wasn't quite enough sensation to coax out another orgasm for herself. Still, she took an immense amount of pleasure in the effect her erotic talk had had on her husband.

Ryan mumbled something incoherent behind her. Anna rolled over to face him and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Get some sleep, baby," she whispered. Then she drew a blanket across them both before snuggling her face against his chest and closing her own eyes.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"What time do you think you'll be able to get there tonight?," Anna asked Ryan as he stood at the mirror in their tiny bathroom tying his tie.

"Our last showtime is 9:45, so I'll need to help Donny get the box office and concessions closed down. Then I'll have to change and get an Uber. I'd guess that puts me at the club around 10:30."

"I'm surprised Donny didn't give you shit about leaving him to close alone on a Saturday night," Anna replied. She wasn't a big fan of Ryan's assistant manager, especially the way he tried to turn every little perceived inconvenience to his advantage. "What did you have to promise him?"

"Well, I gave him last night off so he could go on a date with some girl he matched with on Tinder. Plus, I threw in those Chili's gift cards I got as part of a cross-promotion."

"Wow, a date with creepy Donny and dinner at Chili's? Poor girl," Anna laughed. "She must be really desperate."

"For sure. He'll probably spend half the day regaling me with the sordid details of how hot she was and all the improbable things he did to her and how much she loved it," Ryan sighed. "You know, I'd kind of feel bad for the guy if he wasn't such a cocky prick with women. I'm going to have to fire him eventually just for the way he talks down to the girls at work. Selfish little fuck thinks he's God's gift to women and he's got a mean streak a mile wide."

"Maybe he's got a huge dick to back up all his big talk," Anna said sarcastically as she stepped through the doorway back into their bedroom.

"I somehow doubt that," Ryan laughed. "More like he is a huge dick."

He finished in the bathroom and went to grab his sport coat from the bedroom closet, but Anna blocked his path. She had a mischievous look on her face and was holding a large package behind her back. Ryan wondered what was up for a second, then groaned with realization.

"That's my costume, isn't it?," he said, a note of dread in his voice.

Anna laughed. "Well, baby, in a moment of extreme weakness you did agree to let me do the choosing."

Giddy with delight, she pulled the package from behind her back and handed it to Ryan. It was quite bulky and heavy, somewhat to his relief; after all their talk of showing off Anna's body, Ryan had halfway expected her to turn the tables and choose something embarrassingly skimpy for him to wear. He'd imagined having to go out in furry barbarian briefs or a Chippendale stripper outfit. Instead, as Ryan looked at the label and image on the package, he realized his wife had gone in exactly the opposite direction.

"The Grim Reaper?," he commented. "Okay, Anna, I've got to admit this isn't what I was expecting. I figured you were going to try to embarrass me. What's the catch?"

Anna stared up at him with feigned innocence, but Ryan could tell from her eyes that the thought of making him wear something he would hate had occurred to her.

"Whatever do you mean, baby? Don't you like it? After I put so much thought and work into our costumes, I'm going to be so sad if you don't like them," she pretend pouted.

"No, the Grim Reaper's cool, babe," Ryan replied. "This will definitely work. So what's your costume, then?"

"No way, mister," Anna said with a wicked grin. "My costume is a special surprise. You'll have to be a good boy and wait until tonight."

"Oh, c'mon, not even a hint? That club's huge and dark and everyone will be in costumes. I'm going to need at least some idea of what I'm looking for."

"Finding me will be half the fun, baby. But I guess if you don't, I'll just have to find some other lucky man to take me home, won't I?," she teased. "Besides, I'll know what you're wearing, so maybe I'll be the one finding you. Now, shoo! Off to work, or you'll be late and have to listen to Donny's whining about it," Anna scolded.

Reluctantly, Ryan pulled his phone off the charger and ordered a ride to work so he didn't have to worry about getting his truck home that evening. Once that was done, he grabbed his wallet and other items he needed and prepared to leave. Just as he opened their apartment's front door, Anna touched his shoulder; Ryan turned around to see what she wanted, only to find his wife standing there completely nude, her robe in a puddle at her feet.

"I'm really looking forward to tonight, baby," she cooed. "Don't work too hard, because you're going to need your energy when I thank you later for agreeing to go to the party."

Anna pressed her naked body against Ryan in the open doorway, kissing him sensuously, rubbing her hard nipples against his dress shirt and tie. After a long moment, she pulled away and pushed him gently out the door. Then she gave him a little wave and giggle as she closed the door, leaving him smiling like an idiot on the other side.

About half an hour after Ryan left, Anna was dressed and out the door herself. Normally she worked on Saturday but she'd cashed in her very first vacation day so she could spend it prepping for the Halloween party. Anna's costume was going to require a lot of work and help to pull off properly but, if she could successfully bring her vision to life, she knew the payoff would be spectacular.

Anna's first stop was to pick up Mandy. She and Mandy had been best friends since fourth grade, leaning on each other through thick and thin over the years. They'd supported each other through first dates, lost virginities, proms, bad relationships, and break-ups. They'd been roommates and sorority sisters in college, and Mandy had been Anna's maid of honor at her wedding.

Anna had been thrilled to have her bestie back when Mandy had moved to their city the previous month after giving up on making it big in New York City. Mandy had been a theater major in college, specializing in hair, make-up, and costuming, but apparently no one had ever told her that those positions were all unionized on Broadway, making them just as hard to break into as acting. She had the talent, but not the confidence, perseverance, or finances to stick it out in the Big Apple, so now she was crashing at her older brother's apartment and working in retail while she reassessed her goals in life.

Surprisingly, Mandy, who had never been known for her punctuality, was waiting on the curb with two large hard-sided travel cases when Anna pulled into the parking lot. After swinging her car into a space, Anna hopped out and gave her oldest friend a girly hug. Though of similar height, the two women were, in many ways, dynamic opposites in appearance: Mandy was a deeply tanned blonde (the tan was fake, but the blondeness was genuine), while Anna was fair-skinned and brunette. Mandy was "thick," with an almost cartoonish Jessica Rabbit hourglass figure featuring big Double-D boobs, a big ass, thick thighs, but a narrow waist, while Anna had more of an athletic build, albeit with C-cup breasts just slightly disproportionate to her otherwise slim frame. Mandy was not exactly homely, but no one would ever mistake her long face for that of a supermodel, while Anna was genuinely pretty.

"What's up, skank!," Anna greeted her friend, "Jason kick you out already?" Anna knew the two cases at Anna's feet contained all of Mandy's professional-grade hair and make-up supplies, but she couldn't resist teasing her friend just a little.

"Ugh, no," Mandy replied. "Linda spent the night and I woke up to Jason's headboard banging the wall first thing. They've been going at it off and on all morning. I had to get the hell out of there before I puked. I don't know what my brother sees in that cow, other than that she apparently likes to fuck. By the way, I'm going to need to shower at your place - her fucking wet thong was laying in the tub. I wasn't about to touch that thing!"

Anna laughed heartily. "Oh my god, Mandy, we've got to get you your own place before you walk in on them fucking on the couch one day and you have to gouge your eyes out!"

"Oh gross, thanks for that horrific mental image," Mandy complained. "At least now I don't want breakfast anymore."

Anna helped her friend load her cases into the car, then they drove over to a nice little cafe nearby that one of Anna's coworkers had recommended. After a leisurely brunch, they went and had their nails done, then headed for the hair salon. Mandy had offered to do Anna's hair for her, but Anna felt it was safer to go to a fully equipped salon; she'd been on the receiving end of one-too-many of Mandy's failed hair experiments over the years.

Fortunately, the hair appointment didn't take too terribly long and by three o'clock they were pulling into the parking lot of Anna's apartment building. The girls each grabbed one of Mandy's cases and started trudging up the stairs to finish getting ready for the big party. When they arrived at the landing outside Anna's door, they encountered the complex's maintenance man, Doug, coming out of Erin's apartment next door. The burly man in his late-fifties did not look happy.

"Hey, Doug, what's up?," Anna greeted him. Doug had been very attentive and helpful since they'd moved in and she made a point of always being friendly whenever she saw him.

"Oh, hi Ms. Williams," Doug replied, smiling at the pretty young brunette and her busty friend. "Just checking out all the damage your neighbor left behind in her wake over here. Christ, it's a mess."

"Wait, she's moved out already?," Anna asked, surprised. "She just moved in like, what, three months ago?"

"Something like that, yeah. But she didn't move out, she was kicked out. Apparently, not a single one of her rent checks cleared the bank, plus you guys might be the only ones in the building who haven't complained about the noise." Anna blushed slightly; Doug had no way of knowing she hadn't complained because she had been too busy getting off on listening to Erin's raucously loud fucking.

"Wow." Anna peered through the partially open door to Erin's old apartment. She could see there was still furniture inside. "What the hell, Doug. Did she just leave all her stuff behind?"

"No, it looks like she took all her personal items, clothes and the like, but she abandoned almost all of the furniture. Just left behind the couch and bed and whatnot. I'm going to have to get a crew in here later in the week to haul all that shit, uh, pardon my French, all that stuff, out of here. Then I can start repairing the damage. Not going to lie, it might be a couple of months before you have to worry about a new neighbor. It's maybe the worst I've ever seen in there. I'm probably going to have to strip parts of it down to the studs, especially the bedroom. There's some world-class creepy shit in there."

"Damn, Doug. I'm sorry to hear that." Anna's interest was peaked, wondering what constituted "world-class creepy shit" in Doug's estimation, but she didn't dare ask.

"Hey, do me a favor Mrs. Williams? Let me know if you see anyone hanging around the place. I can't lock it up properly. Somehow she managed to screw up the front door so bad that it won't pull shut all the way. The complex doesn't want to pay the locksmith's weekend rate, so I won't be able to get him out here until Monday to fix it. It should be fine, and God knows they can't mess anything up any worse than it already is, but I don't want to find any weirdos squatting inside when I come back Monday morning."

"Sure thing, Doug."

"Thanks Mrs. Williams."

Anna cast one more curious glance through the door of the abandoned apartment. Even from the landing, she could see damaged sheetrock, strange paint splashes, and trash everywhere. It looked like Doug had quite the project ahead of him. Setting her curiosity aside, she turned away and unlocked her own door. She and Mandy then hustled inside to finish their party preparations.

Meanwhile, once Ryan arrived at work he took a few minutes to unpack and assess the costume Anna had given him. The bulk of it was a heavy, black, hooded cloak which fell in a multitude of loose folds all around him when he tried it on. It had voluminous sleeves and fell low enough to cover his feet, but wasn't so long that it might trip him up as he walked. The hood had some kind of flexible wire sewn into the hem around the opening, allowing it to be shaped so as not to flop down over his face. Overall, Ryan had to admit that the cloak was pretty impressive in its quality.

The rest of the costume, however, had some shortcomings which caused him concern. The black silky gloves screen-printed with skeleton hands on both sides weren't too bad, but their slickness might make it hard for him to hold things. There was a skeletal mask which was, in a word, awful; it was like something from a '70s kids' costume, stiff, uncomfortable looking plastic with a cheap elastic string to hold it onto his head. Wearing that mask was going to suck.

But by far the most concerning component of the entire ensemble was the bodysuit he was supposed to wear under the cloak. It was black, skin-tight spandex. As Ryan felt the material, he wondered if this was the "catch" he'd anticipated in the costume; with that material rubbing against him, he'd be fighting off an erection all night, especially if Anna showed up in as daring a costume as he imagined she would. Hell, he was getting stiff already just thinking about it.

Satisfied he could make the costume work with a few modifications, Ryan set it aside for the time being and focused on getting the theater opened for that day's matinee shows. Once he'd gotten the first round of movies started, he took advantage of the lull in business and headed across the parking lot to the temporary Halloween store set up in the defunct chain pharmacy building that had closed up a couple of months ago.

He went in hoping to find something to replace that awful mask and was delighted when the clerk showed him a comfortable looking option which actually closely matched the gloves that had come with the costume. The solid black headsock was screen-printed with a menacing skull; when Ryan tried it on, he found that the skull's eye sockets were filled with some kind of opaque lens, allowing him full vision, although slightly tinted, as though through sunglasses. The mask also had a sort of overlapping flap at the mouth which would allow him to drink and eat but would keep his mouth covered otherwise. While he checked himself out in the mirror, the clerk told him that the skull was painted on with luminescent paint which would glow in the dark or under a black light.

Once Ryan said he'd take the mask, the clerk pointed out that the Grim Reaper should also have a sick-looking scythe. He walked Ryan over to the props area to show him the pièce de résistance for finishing off his costume: a scythe that was close to seven-feet tall, it's molded shaft appearing to be made of knobby thigh bones bound together, and its blade, though just stiff mirrored plastic, shockingly convincing. Ryan agreed with the clerk's assessment and took the scythe as well.

Leaving the shop, he returned to work and went about his busy day. Thankfully, the time flew by and, before he knew it, it was time to shut down all the registers for the night. Ryan left Donny to collect everyone's tills while he went into the employee lockerroom to change into his costume. He was quite pleased with himself and couldn't wait to surprise Anna with the improvements he'd made. He stripped out of his work attire and was all the way down to his boxers when he realized his first problem.

Had he been a guy who favored briefs, he might have been able to wear underwear with the bodysuit, but he realized belatedly that the boxers were never going to work, they were just going to bunch up under the tight suit and irritate him all night long. He was going to have to go commando. No doubt, he thought, Anna had planned for this and was having a good laugh at his expense. Seeing no other option, he stripped off his boxers.

It wasn't until he actually started pulling the bodysuit on that he finally discovered Anna's biggest trick. He had pulled the thing all the way up his legs before he realized that the suit was completely crotchless. The entire panel that should have covered his genitals had been cut away, leaving his cock and balls swinging freely exposed.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, "I knew there would be something."

Realizing he'd just have to hope the cloak was thick enough, and the club dark enough, to keep him decent, Ryan quickly finished pulling on the rest of the costume, then examined himself in the mirror. He had to admit that the costume looked great and, thankfully, the cloak's overlapping folds kept him sufficiently covered in the front. He tested things to see how much movement he could safely get away with and found that, so long as he moved with some care, he should be fine. After that, he hung up his work clothes in one of the little lockers in the staff room and went downstairs to summon an Uber.

"Damn, boss, that's a fuckin' wicked costume," said Donny as Ryan re-entered the lobby. "Your hot little wife's gonna be DYING for you to BONE her tonight!," he snickered, amused by his own pitiful wordplay.

Ryan glared at his assistant from behind the mask, irritated that the creep had commented on his wife in such a brazen way. Checking his annoyance, Ryan made like the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come and stayed silent. He pointed a long bony-gloved finger at Donny for a second, then used the same finger to make a throat slashing gesture across his own neck before stalking out the front doors to wait for his ride.

The trip downtown was quick and uneventful, though Ryan found he had to be careful getting into the car to avoid exposing himself to the sullen older man behind the wheel. Once they arrived in the bustling club district, Ryan thanked the driver and exited the car's backseat just as carefully as he had entered. As he approached the club's doorman, Ryan could feel the techno bass thumping inside the building. Sounds like a hell of a party in there, he thought, trying to psych himself up for Anna's sake.

Outside the entrance, he was confirmed on the guest list - he could see that Anna's name was already checked off next to his own - and given a wristband for the VIP lounge before being sent inside. Once through the door, Ryan took a moment to get his bearings and adjust to the strobing array of lights coming from the spacious dance floor to his left. To his right was a long bar, crowded with people waiting to be served, and a spiraling open staircase which ascended to the VIP balcony overlooking the dance floor. Ryan flashed his wristband to the bored attendant manning the stairs, then carefully wound his way upwards towards the party.

The VIP lounge was packed with probably close to a hundred people. It was a long space, stretching the length of the entire club, with its own bar and restrooms at the far end. Ryan scanned the crowd, looking for Anna, but with the strobing lights from the dance floor only periodically brightening the low-lit room it was difficult to see more than brief bursts of a few people at a time.

The fact that everyone on this level was in a costume certainly didn't help anything. With a sigh, Ryan began working his way through the crowd, slowly circulating through the space looking for Anna. He knew his wife would be with her friend Mandy, so at least that gave him two faces to look out for; though, truth be told, he figured he would recognize Mandy's boobs more readily than her face, as they were significantly harder to hide.

As he wound his way across the lounge, Ryan couldn't help but admire some of the costumes. Most of the men were in pretty standard fare; he saw multiple vampires, werewolves, and Frankenstein's monsters, plus cowboys, cops, firemen, and the like. One small knot of guys huddled against the far wall matched the Village People so closely that Ryan wondered if it had been intentional or just some kind of bizarre coincidence. There were also some truly lame couples' costumes present. Some poor miserable looking bastard was being drug past Ryan by his ditzy girlfriend while dressed as a bottle of mustard to match her bottle of ketchup.

The single girls, though, were something else altogether, a showcase of skin, curves, and very, very skimpy, tight clothing to boggle the mind. Somehow, Ryan noticed, no two of them wore the same thing; it was as though they'd all coordinated what they were going to wear ahead of time. Ryan felt slightly guilty checking out each genie, playboy bunny, and zombie cheerleader as he passed, but he rationalized that his ogling was due to Anna's unnecessary secrecy about her costume. After all, he wouldn't want to unknowingly walk right past his own wife, right?

He had navigated maybe a third of the way down the length of the club when he spotted the party's host, Rachel. The diminutive blonde was already sloppy drunk, which, Ryan thought to himself, at least was in keeping with the 1920's flapper costume she was almost wearing. She was leaning against a bar table, one shoulder strap so far off her shoulder that Ryan was pretty sure, had the lighting been better, he would have been able to see at least some of the areola around her right nipple.

Rachel was laughing hysterically at something or other her sugar daddy boyfriend had just whispered into her ear from behind her. Ryan didn't really want to spend any time talking to Rachel, but he also didn't want to spend the next half-hour wandering aimlessly trying to find his wife. Rachel might have an idea of where Anna was, so he stopped to talk.

"Hi, Rachel," Ryan said, practically shouting over the blasting bass filling the club. "It's Ryan, Anna's husband. You wouldn't happen to have seen her lately, would you?"

Rachel stared up with unfocused glassy eyes into Ryan's skull mask for several uncomfortable seconds, before responding. "Ryan! You're... you're looking for Anna?," she slurred. She then lurched forward a couple of inches, unsteady on her feet. She managed to brace herself from falling over by planting a hand firmly in Ryan's chest. Her drink sloshed over the rim of her glass.

"Yeah. We had to come separately because I had to work. You have any idea where she is?"

"I know she ... she and Mandy came together," Rachel managed to get out, then her face took on a weird expression before she bowed her head down to face the floor. Rachel still had her hand on Ryan's chest for support and he was growing quite concerned that she was about to vomit on his feet.

"Woah, Rachel. You okay?"

The blonde's head snapped back up, her faced flushed. "Yeah, I'm... just peachy. I think I saw Anna and Mandy heading down to the.... to the dance floor. A few minutes ago."

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Rachel," Ryan replied, before adding, "You sure you're okay?"

Rachel's eyes suddenly got very wide and her body convulsed slightly. "Shit," thought Ryan, "here comes the puke." His instinct was to step away from Rachel to get clear of the mess she was about to make, but the rational part of his brain worried that, since he seemed to be her primary means of support, she might end up falling if he moved. As a result, he resigned himself to taking one for the party's host and stood his ground. But, much to Ryan's surprise, Rachel didn't vomit - she moaned. Loudly. As Ryan stood there frozen like a deer in the headlights, Rachel brought her other hand up to cover her mouth, trying to suppress the unmistakable sound of a woman in the throes of pleasure.

While Rachel struggled to contain her moans, Ryan's attention slid past her to her not-quite-divorced-yet cardiologist boyfriend standing behind her. He was dressed as what Ryan guessed was supposed to be Jay Gatsby (to match Rachel's flapper costume), in a 1920s era tuxedo, with his hair slicked down and a thin mustache painted onto his upper lip.

Faux-Gatsby was engaged in conversation with two other men, but in his right hand, Ryan realized, he held his cellphone by his side with an app open. Ryan watched as the surgeon deftly moved his thumb rhythmically over the screen without looking at it. It took Ryan a moment to put two and two together, but he soon realized that the couple must be playing around with some kind of app-controlled vibrator. By the time Ryan had fully processed what was going on and looked back to Rachel, she was beginning to regain some composure.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Ryan," she exclaimed as she pulled her hand away from his chest. "I lost my balance a little there and thought I was going to fall. I didn't mean to grab you," she stuttered out, poorly trying to offer up an innocent explanation for what had just obviously transpired.

Ryan was glad that the skull mask covered his face, as there was no way he would have been able to cover up his knowing smirk otherwise. He was equally glad the heavy robes covered up the boner he had quickly sprouted from accidentally witnessing Rachel and her boyfriend's risky little public playtime.

"Yeah, you really had a death grip on me there for a second, Rachel," Ryan joked. Rachel looked at him blankly.

"Get it? Death grip?"

It took a moment, but finally Ryan's bad joke worked its way through Rachel's addled brain. She let out a groaning giggle. "Damn, that's bad. You are such a fucking dork sometimes, Ryan."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Too bad for you, Anna loves my dorky side. Anyways, thanks for the help and for inviting us to the party!"

With that, Ryan turned away from Rachel, changing direction to head for the balcony's railing, figuring it would be easier to scope out Anna's location on the dance floor from above, rather than at ground level. He found a spot at about the halfway point of the club and began to carefully scan the dance floor. Though the it was crowded, his task was made somewhat easier by the fact that not everyone in the club was a guest of Rachel's Halloween party and, thus, were not all wearing costumes.

After a couple of sweeps, he spotted Mandy; apparently, it was her turn to dress as a slutty nurse this year. Ryan recognized the costume from when Anna had worn it a couple of Halloweens ago, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out how Mandy had squeezed into it given how different her body shape was from his wife's.

The whole costume looked like it might come apart at the seams at any moment and at least half, probably more, of the buttons on the top were open, leaving Mandy's impressive cleavage exposed as an inescapable focal point. She had, understandably, already drawn quite a crowd of young men around her. Searching the crowd in Mandy's immediate vicinity, Ryan still saw no sign of Anna, though. He knew that the two girls would never stay separated for long, so he decided to head down and join Mandy, knowing Anna was likely to show up near her friend sooner or later.

It didn't take him long to move back down the stairs and out into the club proper; Ryan was pleasantly surprised that his costume was apparently menacing enough that most people made it a point to step out of his way as he approached. Once on the lower floor, he stalked his way onto the dance floor, his scythe's staff thumping against the floor to the beat of the music. He steadily worked his way through the sweaty, gyrating horde towards the spot where he had seen Mandy from the balcony above, all the time carefully holding his cloak closed with his free hand to avoid an indecent exposure charge.

Once he was within a few feet of Mandy, he again carefully scanned the crowd around her, looking for Anna, but without any luck. He did discover, however, that the crowd of men which he had assumed were all jockeying for a chance to dance with Mandy (or, more likely, a chance to gawk at her big tits) were, in fact, mostly focusing their lustful efforts on the tall goth goddess dancing next to her. It was certainly easy to see why, Ryan thought. The girl was insanely hot.

She had straight raven hair with subtle purple streaks, shaved down to a buzzcut on one side and in the back, but hanging to about chin-length on the other side, covering one eye. The make-up on her face was striking, featuring heavy dark purple mascara and eye-shadow and thickly-applied glossy black lipstick. A septum piercing gleamed at her nose and her one exposed ear had a line of eight silver hoops which ran upwards in an arc from her earlobe all the way to the top. At her pale neck, was a black leather choker, maybe an inch-and-a-half wide with a steel heart-shaped ring centered on the hollow of her throat.

The girl wore a black racerback tank top, emblazoned with the logo of some metal band Ryan only vaguely recognized. The top left her midriff bare and exposed a generous amount of cleavage and plump side-boob, and was so tight that her pierced nipples stood out prominently through the thin, ribbed cotton. Below that, she was wearing a pair of equally tight booty shorts made out of some kind of shiny black material above ragged and torn thigh-high fishnet stockings. The shorts sat so low on her rounded hips that there could be no doubt the girl shaved her pubic area bare and they were so tight that her camel-toe stood out as prominently below as her pierced nipples did up in the tank top.

As Ryan stared, she did a spin and he could see that the back of the shorts tucked deeply into the crack of her ass, or at least the part of her ass they covered, and one cheek was emblazoned with a red silhouette of a devil. Her skin was liberally decorated with elaborate tattoos: full sleeves on both arms and legs, a large skull with wings on her torso under her breasts, and the edges of others peaking out from her cleavage and creeping halfway up her neck. When Ryan's eyes finally got to her feet, he realized her tallness was mostly an illusion created by the heavy Doc Martens-style platform boots which added a good three or four inches to her height.

His mouth salivated just from looking at this exotic beauty and he once again found himself grateful for the mask covering his ogling eyes and the robes covering his painfully hard dick. He was also glad Anna wasn't around - she had only recently finally stopped teasing him about catching him that one time eyeing the bony little goth girl that lived next door. He could only imagine how she'd react to the way he was drooling over this midnight vixen.

Remembering his quest to find Anna, Ryan shook off the spell the nameless goth beauty had cast upon him and stalked up to Mandy. Like with Rachel upstairs, he had to practically shout to get her attention; he also had to deal with the unwelcome cold stares cast by a couple of frat bros, whose preference for large breasts above all else, had them talking Mandy up.

"Mandy, it's Ryan. Do you know where Anna is? I haven't been able to find her yet. I thought for sure she'd be with you."

"Ryan! Hey, you finally made it!," Mandy shouted as she danced between two of her admirers.

"Yeah, I've been here about ten or fifteen minutes but I can't find Anna."

"You can't find her?," Mandy laughed, "Seriously?"

"No, I can't. I thought she was with you," Ryan replied.

He was getting a little annoyed and certainly didn't see what was funny about not being able to find his wife. Picking up on his irritated tone, Mandy laughed even harder.

"Maybe you're just not looking hard enough, Ryan. Could be she's right under your nose."

She cast a meaningful glance towards the goth hottie, now surrounded by nearly a half dozen wannabe dance partners. Ryan followed the direction of Mandy's eyes and froze as realization took hold.

"Holy fuck," he said under his breath. "That's Anna."

Ryan stood motionless in the middle of the dance floor, stunned by his wife's Halloween transformation. Anna, for her part, seemed to have not yet noticed her husband's presence as she continued shaking her ass to the thumping beat of the music. She was clearly enjoying all the male attention she was getting, making no effort to maintain any kind of distance between herself and her various suitors. As Ryan watched, a handsome young Latino in a bright turquoise silk shirt moved behind his wife and placed his hands on her hips; he began to grind against her ass, using his large hands to guide Anna's hips.

Anna laughed joyously, and then began to push her ass back against the young man's crotch, clearly enjoying what she felt rubbing against her. She threw her hands onto the shoulders of the man dancing in front of her, a smug looking frat-boy jock who was staring straight into her sweaty cleavage, using him to maintain her balance as she gyrated her hips wickedly.

"You're welcome, by the way. It took me hours to apply all those fake tattoos and piercings, but I am fucking awesome at what I do," Mandy teased him, shaking Ryan from his daze. She eyed him curiously, "Are you just going to stand there and watch, big guy? I never took you for a voyeur."

Ryan swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Part of him wanted to push his way in and angrily stake claim to his wife, but another part of him was nauseatingly aroused watching her as she danced with these strangers.

As he stood there indecisive, he realized that Anna had become aware of his presence and was staring straight at him. Somehow, despite the new mask, Anna magically seemed to know when their eyes locked, and she winked at her husband and bit her bottom lip. She continued to stare straight at him, even as the young Latino's hands slid slowly up her abdomen and cupped her breasts from underneath.

Just when it seemed that the guy was going to be bold enough to actually fully grope her tits, Anna spun to face him; still dancing, she backed her ass into the jock, grinding against him while her would-be Latin lover took his turn leering at her bouncing boobs. The three of them danced like that for maybe another minute before the music changed tempo and Anna pulled herself away from the two men. Several others stepped up, hoping to take their place, but Anna pushed past them, making a beeline for Ryan.

"Well, hello there, tall, dark, and presumably handsome," she said as she finally reached her husband. She pressed herself to Ryan and he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in the folds of his cloak.

"Ooooh, feels like someone's sure happy to see me," Anna cooed as Ryan's erection poked her belly. She reached inside the robes and wrapped her left hand around it, giving a firm stroke and twist, squeezing a heavy bead of precum to its tip.

"Fuck yeah, he is," Ryan replied. "Holy shit, babe, that's one hell of a Halloween costume. You've got to be the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen."

"Yeah, baby? You like what you see?," Anna asked as she used the pad of her thumb to spread the precum leaking from Ryan all around the sensitive head of his cock. She began to sway as she played, drawing Ryan into dancing with her.

"I think that's obvious, babe."

"Did you like... everything... you could see, baby?," Anna asked huskily.

Ryan was silent, unsure how he should answer. Unsure what the answer even was. Fortunately, Anna rescued him with a quick change of topic.

"Your costume's not too bad either. I love the little improvements you've made. But, I've got to say, I like the improvements I made to it even better," Anna smoldered, reaching down to cup his exposed testicles in her hand.

"That was quite the dirty little trick, babe, leaving me with a crotchless bodysuit. It's been kind of challenging to keep myself decent. You do know they say payback's a bitch, right?," Ryan said jokingly.

"Is that a threat or a promise, baby?," Anna asked, stroking his length again. She rubbed his fat cockhead against her bare abdomen, smearing his leakage onto her skin. "I sure hope it's a promise, because I know you always keep your promises."

Ryan was beginning to get lost in the erotic sensation of Anna's hand moving up and down his shaft when Mandy danced her way over to them.

"Damn girlfriend, are you going to just fuck him on the dance floor?," she asked.

Anna laughed out loud. "So what if I do? You want in on the action, skank?"

"I'm capable of finding my own dick, thank you very much!," Mandy laughed back.

"Good luck finding one like this," Anna replied as she briefly pulled Ryan's cloak open, giving Mandy a flash of her tiny hand wrapped around the base of his engorged member. Mandy gasped and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Ryan froze with surprise.

"Oh my fucking God, you did not just do that!," Mandy giggled. Despite her protest, however, her eyes stayed glued to Ryan's impressive erection.

"Just wanted to give you something to rub yourself off to when whatever loser you take home tonight can't finish the job," Anna taunted her friend good naturedly.

"So thoughtful of you, bestie. Keep holding it just like that, I want to get a picture," Mandy retorted, pulling her phone from a pocket on her skirt.

Noticing the crowd dancing around them were beginning to eavesdrop on their banter and not wanting anyone to catch on to his indecent condition, Ryan thought fast.

"Hey, you ladies want a drink? I'm going to hit the bar."

Anna held him exposed for another second before she gave his cock one last stroke and tucked it safely back away inside his cloak.

"Hell yeah, baby. I want a mojito and a double shot of tequila," she said excitedly.

"Fucking spoil sport," Mandy directed at Anna, disappointed that she hadn't been able to open her phone quickly enough to get a picture. "Fine, I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, thanks," she told Ryan before enthusiastically grabbing Anna's arm. "It's going to take Mr. Big Stuff there awhile to get the drinks. Let's dance some more!"

"You got it, girlfriend!," Anna answered Mandy. She turned back to Ryan, "Baby, get a table near the rail and wave at us once you've got the drinks." He gave his wife a silent thumbs up as her best friend drug her back into the crowd of writhing bodies.

Ryan carefully wove his way off the dance floor, keeping his scythe angled in front of him to clear a path; he didn't want to risk embarrassingly bumping into anyone while sporting a stubborn erection. By the time he finally made it through the crowd and back to the stairs to the VIP balcony, the sexual excitement was beginning to subside a little bit, making it easier to walk normally. He climbed the stairs and made his way to the bar, joining the queue for drinks.

Thankfully, service in the VIP section was excellent and the wait wasn't anything like Ryan had expected; within ten minutes of leaving the girls he had secured their drinks plus a Budweiser for himself (well, two actually, but he pounded the first one at the bar when he realized he was running out of hands with which to carry drinks.) It seemed a good portion of the partygoers had decided to move down to the dance floor, allowing Ryan to secure a small standing table next to the balcony railing without too much effort.

A feeling of déjà vu settled over him as he found himself scanning the dance floor once again in search of his wife. Since he knew what he was looking for this time, however, it didn't take nearly as long to locate her. Like before, she had drawn a small crowd of eager admirers, including the handsy Latino lothario in the turquoise shirt; if anything, he was grinding against Anna from behind even more aggressively than he had been before, although his hands remained firmly gripping her hips for now rather than drifting up towards her chest.

Three new men had Anna boxed in while she danced, crowding against her from each remaining side - a short, broad-chested guy with a shaved head and disturbingly large gauges in his earlobes was to her right, a taller, thin, emo-looking guy was to her left, and a Black man with some truly impressive biceps and short braids was facing her. The music had changed to a rapid, high energy EDM track and Anna was bouncing around so vigorously that Ryan wondered how she was keeping her breasts from popping out the sides of her tank top. As the tempo of the music built, the guy behind her increased his thrusting against Anna's ass to match. Ryan stared down from his perch, mixed feelings of arousal and jealousy swirling through his mind and gut.

As the song began to come to its finale, the Latino guy's rhythm suddenly slipped oddly, as though he'd lost the beat. His hands boldly slid up and over Anna's tits as he pounded his crotch one final time into her backside, then he pulled her tight against his chest and gave a hard tweak to her nipples before finally releasing her completely before awkwardly drifting away into the crowd. At the same moment as her dance partner was feeling up her breasts, Anna glanced up at the balcony and spotted the glowing skull visage of Ryan staring intently back at her.

To the other men's dismay, Anna quickly begged off anymore dancing and made her way towards Mandy, who was energetically making out with the jock guy that had been dancing with Anna earlier. They spoke briefly, but Mandy waved Anna off; clearly she had found her hook-up for the night and didn't want to be disturbed. Ryan watched as Anna fought her way off the crowded dance floor, turning down guy after guy that impeded her progress by asking her to dance with them. She disappeared from his view for a long couple of minutes before he finally saw her reappear at the top of the stairs. She paused to speak briefly to Rachel, who looked very, very drunk by this point, then wound her way across the room to Ryan's little table.

"Hey, babe, looked like you were having fun down there," Ryan greeted her.

Anna was radiant. Her glowing skin was coated with a heavy sheen of sweat and she was practically bouncing on her toes with unexpended energy. Her dark eyes had a spark to them that Ryan recognized as an unmistakable sign that his wife was feeling horny, as if her diamond-hard nipples, which appeared as though they might tear holes in her top at any second, weren't already a dead giveaway.

"I wasn't the only one," Anna replied, trying to gauge Ryan's reaction to what he'd seen.

"Yeah, I saw your new friend cop some cheap feels," Ryan responded. "You okay? I need to go hand him his ass?"

"No, I'm fine baby. Pinching my boobs was innocent compared to his thick, throbbing boner slamming against my butt," Anna laughed. "That plus all the filthy suggestions he kept shouting in my ear about what he'd like to do to me."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, baby. He kept trying to get me to sneak off with him. He had lots of nasty ideas about the things we could do and where we could do them."

"I'm sure he did."

Anna threw back her tequila shot, then slid closer to Ryan.

"I told him I was married but that only seemed to encourage him."

Using the tabletop as cover, Anna slid her hand inside Ryan's cloak and found his steely rod. She smiled with delight that he was so turned on; she'd been a little worried that he'd be pissed about how she'd allowed the guy to manhandle her so aggressively. Anna began to slowly stroke her husband, lingering over every vein and ridge along his shaft.

"He said he wouldn't mind letting you watch how a real man fucks a hot bitch like me, if you could promise to behave."

Ryan nostrils flared angrily; he wrapped his right arm possessively around his wife, grabbing a handful of her barely covered ass as he pulled her body directly against his. Anna purred with delight; she loved bringing out Ryan's possessive side.

Ryan began to slide his hand down, intending to work his fingers inside of her shorts to see how wet she was, but something felt off; her lower back and the material of her shorts felt slimy and wet. Ryan pulled his hand away from Anna's ass and looked at it in the flashing lights of the club; he was momentarily confused before stunned realization set in. His gloved hand was coated with fresh cum. When he showed Anna, she stared at his hand silently for a few seconds, then her eyes widened.

Ryan looked at his wife intently. "Looks like your new boyfriend blew his load all over your ass, babe."

Ryan spun Anna around so he could asses the extent of the damage. He discovered thick streaks of semen sprayed across Anna's hotpants-clad ass and sweaty lower back, glowing faintly under the club's lights. He stared with fascination at where his glove had smeared half of the mess into a sticky handprint on her ass. Not knowing what else to do, he used his already sullied glove to scoop the rest of the still warm cum off his wife as best he could, collecting it in his hand. When Anna turned back around, Ryan showed her the copious load pooled in his palm.

"Fuck, that's a lot of jizz," she muttered, more to herself than to Ryan.

Anna's expression was hard for Ryan to read in the erratic lighting, but he could tell that she wasn't blinking, almost as if in a hypnotic trance. After a sew seconds, she leaned just slightly towards his upturned palm and breathed in deeply, inhaling the other man's pungent scent, before staring up at Ryan, a confused passion in her eyes. Her chest heaved with excitement, or perhaps terror - she couldn't actually see Ryan's face, after all, and had no way of knowing how her husband might respond to what had just transpired and how strangely it was affecting her.

Ryan didn't speak. Instead, he stared at his wife's face, taking in her heavy, excited breathing, and then he slowly raised a single shiny finger to her lips and traced the stranger's cum across them, leaving behind a glossy sheen. Anna closed her eyes and trembled before him, shaking with enflamed arousal. When Ryan pulled his finger away, she licked her lips, her tongue sensuously gathering the creamy glaze into her mouth. She whimpered at the eroticism of tasting another man's release in front of her husband, and in public no less.

When she opened her eyes, Ryan was presenting the gooey load in his open hand to her, only an inch or so from her face.

"You know our rule, babe. You helped make the mess. You should clean it up," Ryan said, his voice taking on an intense, commanding tone which Anna had never heard from him before.

She could feel her own wetness beginning to coat her inner thighs as, in the middle of the club, she obediently stuck out her tongue and began lapping the stranger's cum from her husband's hand. She did her best to maintain eye contact with Ryan as she debased herself, getting off on the unreadable emptiness of the skull mask's dark eye sockets.

Once she had emptied his palm, she moved to clean away the pearly globs which still coated Ryan's fingers, but he unexpectedly pulled his hand away from her outstretched tongue. Ryan wagged his index finger at her, scolding her teasingly, before wiping his hand off on her exposed upper chest, smearing the remaining cum into the sweat already coating her cleavage. Anna's excitement at being so openly marked as a nasty slut by her husband shone in her eyes and Ryan guessed that if he were to even brush against her nipple in that moment, she might noisily tip over the edge right there in front of him and everyone else in the club.

Instead of allowing his wife any sort of release, however, Ryan thrust his hips forward, slightly parting his robes and exposing his own raging need to her. His blood-filled cock was purple and angry, drooling heavily at the tip. Under the club's lights and against the dark backdrop of the cloak, it throbbed and luminesced like a ghostly spirit all its own. Anna reached out, taking her husband into her hands. She pulled roughly on his cock, jacking Ryan frantically, one hand stroking the shaft while the other rotated around the engorged, bulbous head. The darkness of the club, their tiny tabletop, and the half wall of the balcony provided only the barest of privacy, but neither of them gave a damn in that moment.

Anna stared up at Ryan staring back down at her and stroked vigorously, her elbow thumping the wall with the beat of the music. She sensed when she had Ryan at the brink of climax, feeling him thicken in her hand even as his head tilted back, breaking their eye contact. In a flash, she threw any remaining caution to the wind and dropped to her knees under the tabletop, cramming her husband's oversized, pulsating crown into her mouth.

Within moments, she felt Ryan spurt violently, washing away the exotic taste of the stranger's cum and replacing it with the familiar flavor of his own thick seed. He came hard, blasting rope after rope across Anna's tongue; Ryan could feel, more so than hear, Anna groaning passionately as she swallowed his salty essence, her throat constricting again and again to draw out every available drop his balls could deliver.

Once Ryan was completely spent, Anna slowly licked him clean and retook her feet, using her husband's intervening body as cover from the other partygoers. Ryan hastily tucked himself back inside the cloak while Anna wiped at her face with the sides of her hands, trying to clear away any residual evidence of their illicit act.

Despite having just cum, Ryan's lust for his wife remained unabated; even as Anna was tugging her booty shorts back into place where they had ridden up while she was crouching in the floor to service him, Ryan was doing his best to get his hands inside them. He desperately wanted to return the favor, to make her feel as he had just felt, but the damned shorts were so tight that he struggled to find an access point to his wife's dripping pussy. He tried pushing his hand inside her waistband, but could feel the seams start to pop; despite their stretchy appearance, the material actual had very little give. Ryan wondered for a moment how she'd ever gotten them on to begin with without destroying them.

"Baby," Anna shout-whispered as she tossed back her mojito, "if you tear these shorts off of me, you'd better have a plan for getting me out of here without getting arrested. I'm completely bare underneath."

An image of Anna, bare-assed there in the club, bent over the balcony rail while he ravaged her to the cheers of the crowd, flooded Ryan's mind. For a dangerous moment, he was sorely tempted to embrace the madness and simply tear away her flimsy hotpants, consequences be damned. Anna watched him sultrily as she finished her cocktail, sensing the tension in his body language, but other than her one warning comment she made no motion to stop him.

Ryan pushed his hand a fraction of an inch further inside her pants, the tip of his middle finger just grazing the sensitive bud of her clit, and felt another stitch give way somewhere. Anna closed her eyes and shuddered, yet she only continued to clutch her glass rather than act in any way to restrain his wrist.

"Fuck," Ryan thought, "she'd let me do it. She'd let me tear off her clothes and fuck the shit out of her, right here in front of her friends and coworkers, in front of this crowd of strangers on the dance floor, in front of anyone and everyone." The reckless nastiness of it made his cock begin to twitch back to life.

Finally, unwilling to risk the fallout of destroying Anna's hotpants completely, Ryan reluctantly withdrew his fingers. Anna blinked her eyes dazedly, a hint of disappointment showing, but the expression didn't linger for long. Changing his angle of attack, Ryan slid his gloved hand down to cup Anna's damp mound over the shorts, using his middle and index fingers to wedge the thin fabric even deeper between her already prominently outlined labia. Anna's face tightened with need when Ryan began tracing circles around her clit over her thin shorts, digging his fingers deeper into her folds with each downstroke.

It didn't take long before Anna was practically panting with desire, her arousal intensified by the escalating riskiness of their location. While Ryan's fingers began to work her cleft more aggressively, Anna frantically glanced around the club's lounge, scanning for any indication they were being watched by the scores of people within a dozen feet of them. No too-knowing eyes stared back at her, everyone was lost in their own conversations, or perhaps the lighting was too poor and sporadic to clearly expose the actions of the libidinous young couple.

Without warning, a scantily-clad barmaid appeared at their table. Anna's heart nearly stopped, thinking she and Ryan were about to be humiliatingly kicked out of the club for indecency, but the cheerful girl was just clearing empty glasses and bottles. Ryan's fingers paused their exploration long enough for the girl to ask Anna if she was done with her glass; Anna nodded and handed it to the girl before picking up the Long Island Iced Tea Mandy had ordered, but never shown up to claim, and pounded it in one long pull and handed her that glass as well.

"Damn, girl, you sure know how to party!," the barmaid laughed before moving on to clear the other tables around them.

Once the girl was out of earshot, Anna whispered loudly at Ryan, "Baby, I am so goddamn turned on right now. You're killing me. Don't you dare fucking stop!"

Ryan stared at his wife's flushed face and watched as a bead of sweat slowly ran down from her temple, following the contour of her jawline. A desperate and obvious need was shining in her eyes. He could tell that his wife was teetering on the brink, and past experience told him that when she reached this level of lust, she was open to anything and everything.

Acting on impulse, Ryan grabbed Anna's hand and led her away from the little bar tables. He steered her to the farthest end of the lounge, to a dark and uninviting corner created by the wall of the DJ's booth and the rail overlooking the dance floor. Despite the busyness of the club, the little nook was deserted; its proximity to the powerful bass speakers made conversation all but impossible, and the intensity of the strobe lighting mounted around the booth was visually disorienting. Ryan leaned his scythe against the booth's wall, then forcefully turned Anna to face the dance floor. She clutched at the rail atop the little wall with both hands as Ryan slid in behind her like a ghost.

Anna's heart was pounding in her chest in anticipation. She could feel the bass pounding in her soul, each thump sending intense vibrations through her entire body; it was so overwhelming, she knew she would probably cum from the power of the speakers alone if she just stood there long enough. When her husband's strong hands slid over her ass, her thighs trembled and she leaned her weight slightly against the rail to help keep herself upright. Ryan's left hand gripped her ass firmly, his fingertips digging into her flesh, while his right hand slid down further. Without hesitation, Anna spread her feet apart, giving her husband better access to the needy ache between her legs.

Ryan used his fingers to probe at the crotch seam of Anna's shorts, seeking for any weakness in the thin barrier between them. Thankfully, the little hotpants were cheaply made and he soon identified a spot where he could wedge a fingertip between two stitches; Ryan pushed forcefully with his middle finger and felt the seam pop open. Once he had a hole started, he only needed to wiggle his finger a bit, popping another stitch or two, before his gloved finger slid straight into the slick furnace of Anna's pussy. He felt his wife tense up and inhale sharply at his intruding digit, then a second later her muscles relaxed, all the tension melting away from her body.

Ryan began to slowly piston his finger in and out of Anna from behind. She was soaked, and the only hint of resistance to his movement came from the edges of the torn seam, not from her. She was pushing back against him, trying to force more of his finger inside her, so Ryan quickly worked another finger into the hole. He felt more stitches pop loose, then the second finger slid inside her creamy slit alongside the first. With two fingers, Ryan was able to apply much greater pressure to his strokes and he began pumping his hand more violently into his wife.

Ryan silently wished he could take her from behind right then, but he needed some more time to recover from exploding in Anna's mouth just a few minutes before; he was still only half-hard despite the taboo intensity of the moment. The rational part of his brain knew it was probably for the best anyway - it was hard enough concealing what they were already doing - but his lust-fueled imagination couldn't help but store away the fantasy for future masturbatory use. For the time being, though, he shook off the thought and focused on maximizing Anna's pleasure.

For her part, Anna was having one of the more intense erotic experiences of her young life. The powerful vibration of the speakers, Ryan's thick thrusting fingers, and the sheer exhibitionism of the encounter were a powerful combination. She had been on the edge of climax from the moment she felt Ryan's finger rip through her shorts and she wanted to enjoy riding that wave for as long as she could before tipping over.

While she flirted with orgasm, she stared out at the crowd of dancing bodies, enchanted by how the strobe lighting made everything below her look like a surreal stop-motion animation. It took her a few moments to spot Mandy, still grinding feverishly against the boy-toy she had found; from the looks of things, there seemed to be little doubt they were going to be leaving together tonight. A few feet to Mandy's left were Rachel and the good doctor, gyrating drunkenly, looking bizarrely out of place dancing to the techno beat in their Roaring Twenties attire. And then, just past Rachel, Anna saw... him.

The handsome Latino in the turquoise shirt had found a new dance partner, a pale, freckled, ash blonde in a daring metallic gold, swoop-necked minidress. His hands were all over the new girl - her tight ass, her tiny waist, her small but firm tits - and she was clearly soaking up the attention. Anna remembered how good the young man's hands had felt on her, how his thick his cock had pressed so insistently into the crack of her ass; she remembered feeling him throb against her and confirming only later that it had been him exploding in orgasmic release, staining her with his seed.

Anna realized that what she was watching now was exactly what Ryan must have been witnessing earlier, and the thought made her gush. Her husband had watched her get aggressively groped and dry-humped by this man, a complete stranger. He had watched it happen in a public space, with other people watching as well, with Mandy standing right beside him watching for part of it. Her husband had been watching, albeit unknowingly at the time, as that man used her for his own pleasure and came on her ass. And, whether he admitted it or not, she knew he had been turned on by it.

And now Anna found herself getting off on the memory of it. Despite desperately trying to walk the edge and stretch out her pleasure, it all became too overwhelming and Anna plummeted over into the abyss of orgasm. Ryan felt her vaginal walls begin to contract and pulse around his fingers; he pressed his hand as deeply into his wife's heat as he could, so much so that his thumb began to press hard against her asshole over her shorts. That new, unexpected stimulation dialed her climax up to the next level, waves of ecstasy rippling out through her entire body.

As his wife trembled and twitched in front of him, Ryan hooked his fingers deep within her body and began circling the pad of his thumb over her tight sphincter, applying a steadily increasing pressure with each circuit. Anna's juices trickled over his wrist as she peaked, and a moan, loud enough to reach his ears even over the blasting music, was torn from her throat. Anna gasped and spasmed for what felt like an eternity, her thoughts flying apart as she came.

Finally feeling the sexual energy begin to wane within Anna and her body start to buckle, Ryan pulled his fingers free from her opening and moved the hand he'd been using to grope her ass to up under her armpit and across her breasts to support her weight. He pulled her close to him, holding her in place until her overloaded neurons could regain some semblance of control over her muscles and her breathing could struggle back to normalcy.

As order was slowly restored to Anna's thoughts, she leaned back into her husband. She could feel his manhood poking at the small of her back, now nearly returned to full mast behind the heavy cloak; that made her smile inwardly, knowing that their passion remained far from spent and their night still held the promise of more pleasure yet to come.

She began to assess the state of her own body; her nipples, taut and almost painfully erect thanks to the clamp-on faux nipple piercings, were tingling under the pressure of Ryan's arm wrapped across them. Her mouth tasted of burning liquor and bitter cum. The insides of her thighs were a slick mess, with streaks of her wetness coursing down past her knees. Her pussy twitched haphazardly, hungry for more and greater penetration, while her clit pulsed with an almost insatiable burning lust.

Anna decided it was time to go.

With a burst of renewed energy and purpose, she grabbed Ryan's hand and practically drug him through the length of the club, heading for the stairs. The crowds seemed to part like the Red Sea before them, no one daring to impede the sweaty-faced, ferocious looking, tattooed Goth hottie with the Grim Reaper in tow, the blade of his sickle reflecting menacingly in the pulsating colored lights.

Anna stopped only once on her way out of the club, to retrieve her little sling purse from a tiny locker in a side room Ryan hadn't even known existed, and then they hit the exit. Even the club's jaded doorman, who certainly should have already seen everything imaginable by this point in his career, did a double-take as the couple plowed through the door and spilled out onto the sidewalk into the cool night air.

It was well past midnight, but the sidewalks of the club district were even busier than they had been when Ryan arrived. A few people stopped and stared at the costumed couple, but most just passed them by in search of their own drunken revelry. Thankfully, with Halloween just a couple of days away, they didn't strike anyone as terribly odd, so no one examined them too closely. If only they knew, Ryan thought, that my dick is swinging free under this cloak and Anna's shorts are barely still holding together.

"Find us a ride, baby, so we can get home and fuck," Anna said, way too loudly. Her hearing hadn't had any time to recover from the pounding music inside the club, so she stood there practically shouting her drunken horniness to the entire street.

Ryan dug his phone out from an inner pocket built into the cloak. He had to pull the sodden skeletal glove off his right hand with his teeth to work the device; as he did so, his nostrils flared at the glove released the scent of his wife's juices that had thoroughly soaked into the fabric. His cock now fully ready to go once again, Ryan was as anxious to get home as Anna, and he quickly scrolled through the app, trying to find an available driver. To his disappointment, the closest one was several minutes away, a time which seemed like an eternity in the moment.

"Seven minutes," he said to Anna.

"Fuck," she growled, her eyes rolling in frustration.

Anna scanned up and down the sidewalk, searching. Finding what she wanted, she grabbed Ryan's hand again and led him a few dozen feet away and then turned into the entrance of a service alley. She pulled him far enough down the alley to be in the shadows before backing him into the brick exterior wall of the club. Her mouth latched onto his hungrily, her tongue forcefully moving past his lips, even as her hand snaked inside the cloak and found Ryan's exposed erection. Anna didn't stroke him at all, she just squeezed his cock tightly in her fist as they made out passionately.

"God, I fucking need you Ryan," she panted between kisses. "I need this cock. THIS cock," she emphasized. She squeezed even tighter to drive home her point. "I need you, baby."

"I fucking love it when you're such a needy little minx, Anna," Ryan hissed back, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers pulling hard at her clamped nipples.

"Even when I'm acting slutty with someone else?," Anna asked teasingly, but with the hint of a genuine question in her voice. "I was kind of a bad girl tonight, baby."

Ryan's left hand slid up to the side of her neck and cupped her jaw. "Just so long as you don't ever forget that you're my bad girl, babe. You can have your fun, but you belong to me. You will always MY wife, even when you're encouraging total strangers to grab your tits and making them cum on your ass in a dark club," Ryan answered firmly, the tone of his voice somehow conveying both possessive jealousy and a desire to see how far Anna was willing to test the boundaries of their marriage.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby," Anna whispered, taking his tone as a rebuke. She released Ryan's cock and took a little step back from him. Anna hugged her arms around her torso, her eyes glancing down at her feet uncertainly.

Ryan quickly stepped forward, closing the space Anna had opened between them; he lifted her chin again, bringing her eyes back up to his masked face.

"No, that's not what I meant. Don't be sorry. It was hot, and I was lost in it every bit as much as you were. It was just, I don't know... unexpected." He took Anna gently by the wrist and pulled her hand back to his fully engorged prick. "C'mon, babe. Does that feel like I'm mad?"

"No," she giggled, her confidence slowly returning from its momentary hiatus of doubt. Anna began cautiously stroking Ryan's shaft there in the middle of the alleyway. She went silent for a few moments, in awe of how stiff he was, how rigidly his cock stood out from his body.

"Damn, you're so fucking hard, baby," she mused, "Maybe you really did enjoy watching some guy put his hands... and other things... all over your wife."

Before Ryan could respond, his phone pinged, signaling that their ride was pulling up. The couple separated themselves quickly, if somewhat awkwardly. Ryan resettled his cloak around himself in an effort to keep his raging erection hidden, while Anna adjusted her shorts, as best she could, so that the hole Ryan had torn in them earlier wouldn't show too badly. Once they were sorted, the young couple hurried out of the alleyway and found their waiting ride.

Though the clubs were still hopping, car traffic was light that late in the evening, so their apartment was only about a fifteen-minute ride away. Those few minutes felt like an eternity, though, given the state of arousal in which Anna and Ryan found themselves. Their driver was a talkative man, probably in his early sixties, with a thick Boston accent. For some reason, he thought the young couple were dressed as characters from some Cartoon Network show his grandkids loved, and, not really wanting to get sucked into conversation, they did nothing to disabuse him of the idea.

While their driver prattled on about his grandkids and the weird shows they watched, Anna and Ryan stayed busy fondling each other discretely in the Toyota's backseat, taking advantage of the ample coverage provided by the darkness of the night and by Ryan's voluminous cloak. The entire ride home, Anna's right hand never left off squeezing and lightly jerking Ryan's thick rod, while the pinky finger of Ryan's left hand poked through the ragged hole in the crotch of her shorts, slowly diddling and teasing his wife's dripping slit.

Once they finally arrived in their complex's parking lot, the horny couple piled out of the car, thanked their driver, and began hustling towards their apartment, playing grab-ass the entire way. When they reached the landing outside their apartment, Ryan paused for a moment, his eye caught by the slightly ajar door of the neighboring unit.

"What the hell happened there?," he asked, pointing at the door, "Erin's door looks all fucked up."

Anna glanced over. "Oh, that's right, I haven't had a chance to tell you. Doug the maintenance guy says your little girlfriend's been evicted. I saw him working over there this morning. Said the whole apartment's fucked up, worst he's ever seen. Oh, and she just left all her furniture behind."

"Wow, that's weird," Ryan replied skeptically. "Who leaves behind their furniture?"

"Yeah, I know. Speaking of weird, Doug said Erin's bedroom is seriously creepy."

"Really? Creepy how? Did you get to see it?"

"No, baby, he wasn't giving tours, he was working," Anna laughed. "Anyway, Mandy and I needed to finish getting ready for the party, so we didn't have the time."

Ryan stared at the off-kilter door. "Well, damn, now I'm curious." His eyes quickly shifted over to Anna, who, he saw, was now also staring into the temptation of what lay beyond the broken door.

Ryan nudged her with his elbow. "I mean, it's already open. C'mon, babe, let's take a quick peek," he said, childish excitement ringing in his voice.

Anna rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "Fine, Indiana Jones, let's go see what's in Erin's Temple of Doom." Though she was acting reluctant, she secretly really wanted to see what Doug had meant by "world-class creepy shit," too.

The costumed couple took a second to glance around the landing, making sure that none of their neighbors were spying before they pushed open the broken door and quickly slid over the threshold of the darkened apartment.

Once inside, Ryan pushed the crooked door back into its frame, leaned his prop scythe against it, then fumbled on the wall until he found the switch. The cheap overhead light fixture came to life, revealing an eye-popping living room which was almost beyond description. Although the apartment's floorplan mirrored their own, Erin's apartment was a dynamic opposite from Anna and Ryan's neat and comfortable place in every way.

First, there was the sheer extent of the damage. The sheetrock was cracked and broken in multiple places, as though a barroom brawl had taken place at some point. The cheap beige carpet was heavily stained with great splashes of what Anna really hoped was red wine. Dozens of greasy, old pizza boxes were piled in one corner, and an amazingly diverse array of liquor, wine, and beer bottles, some not completely empty, were scattered everywhere. The ceiling fan wobbling overhead was missing a blade and all of its frosted glass lampshades, leaving the unshielded bare bulbs to starkly light the room.

Erin - or someone - was also apparently quite the artist, as one wall featured a huge mural, painted directly on the sheetrock, of a nude female reclining on a throne of human skulls. Various rough pencil sketches and splashes of paint tattooed the other walls as well. What looked like old black sheets had been haphazardly tacked over the sliding glass doors and each of the windows, blocking out any light from the outside world. The room reeked of stale beer, old pizza, and dank marijuana.

Then, there was the furniture. A battered old Victorian-style sofa took up the entire wall across from the mural; the heavy mahogany piece was upholstered with deep red velvet, heavily worn and crisscrossed with an encrustation of yellowish-white stains. A hideous, plaid-covered recliner sat facing where the television had clearly been in the corner, a suspiciously clean rectangle of carpet in front of a tangle of wires sticking out of the wall. Equally battered, mismatched coffee and end tables, each covered with trash and refuse, completed the look.

Ryan looked around in awe at the carnage. "Damn," he muttered, "Doug wasn't kidding. This place is seriously fucked up. But at least now I see why she just left behind the furniture. Even a thrift store would still throw this shit in the dumpster." Anna just nodded her head in agreement, her eyes wide as she kept discovering fresh and disturbing details in the wreckage.

Driven by morbid curiosity, the couple pushed deeper into the apartment. The galley-style kitchen was, surprisingly, not too bad except for the trash piled on the counters; the appliances and cabinets looked like they could use a deep cleaning and there were some obvious cigarette burns in the vinyl flooring, but that was it. When they reached the apartment's bathroom, they again found little of note besides a layer of filth and grime coating the porcelain and glass and a scattering of empty toiletry packaging.

It was when they reached the doorway to the bedroom that the young married couple paused and gaped. Someone had carved malevolent-looking runes and sigils deeply into all three sides of the wooden doorframe. The door itself was missing, replaced by heavy black velvet curtains completely concealing what lay within. The whole doorway looked like a cross between a mystic portal to another reality and the entrance to the back hallway of a porno shop. Ryan turned his head to look at Anna, trying to catch her eye, but she was staring steadfastly at the doorway, examining the carved symbols. Finally, she blew out a deep breath and nodded her head as though she had settled her mind on something.

"Okay then, let's see what your freaky little fantasy girl's been getting up to in her bedroom," Anna said teasingly, pulling Ryan along behind her as she dove through the curtains.

The room they entered was pitch black. Once again, Ryan felt around the wall until he found the lights and flipped them on. The room was suddenly bathed in harsh red light from above, revealing a spectacle they couldn't have imagined in their wildest, most demented nightmares.

The floor had been stripped bare of both carpet and padding, leaving behind only bare plywood. A massive pentagram had been crudely painted on the floor, each point touching one of the walls. Like in the living room, the window was blocked out, though this time by the same type of heavy black drapes that covered the doorway. Unlike in the rest of the apartment, absolutely no trash could be seen; not a scrap of paper or discarded candy wrapper could be found. The sliding, mirrored closet doors were artistically shattered, the spider-webbed glass throwing back eerie, distorted reflections of Grim Reaper Ryan and Goth Anna. Three of the walls were absolutely covered, floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall, with lines of hand-painted script which were indecipherable in the dim red light.

Only two pieces of furniture occupied the entire room: a wide, ornate bookshelf, every horizontal surface covered by mounds of wax drippings from the dozens of black candles it held, and a monstrosity of a bed. The bed looked as though it had been custom built in place, a cubic cage of raw lumber, featuring massive, eight-foot-tall, six-by-six posts at each corner. Each post had two heavy-gauge chains bolted to them, one near the ceiling and one at mattress level. Each of the chains ended in a wide leather cuff with industrial Velcro fastenings. The mattress and box spring sat directly upon the floor, boxed in by raw lumber sideboards. The mattress was covered with a thick vinyl fitted sheet, pulled taut, with traces of past debaucheries apparent in its shiny, oily stains. No sheets, blankets, or pillows cluttered the blank canvas of the bed, leaving it as pristine as an altar.

The head of the bed occupied the fourth wall, which was completely covered with a mural that made the one in the living room look like it had been painted for a nursery. The background was a bizarre hellscape of raging flames eerily lighting dozens of jagged stalagmites and stalactites. Faceless, shadowy figures filled the gaps.

The focal point of the mural, directly centered behind the bed, was a massive, heavily-muscled demon, its wings stretching from wall-to-wall, the top of its horned head touching the ceiling. It was painted in such a way as to look like its clawed hands were gripping the posts of the bed, and its broad crotch was positioned about two feet above the top of the mattress. Where the demon's genitalia should have been was, instead, a square of what appeared to be chalkboard, about twelve inches square. The piece of chalkboard was covered in an array of mysterious random, overlapping circles, all of roughly the same size.

"Holy shit," Ryan said, staring around the room, awestruck. "This is fucking wild!" He turned to gauge Anna's reaction. He found his wife staring intently at the demon's crotch as though trying to work out a puzzle.

"It's not polite to stare, babe," Ryan joked. "What, are you hoping some monster demon schlong is going to pop out of the wall and ravage you?"

His remark caused Anna's face to light up with sudden understanding.

"Oh fuck, that's it!," she said.

Ryan was still obviously confused. She pointed to the overlapping ring marks on the piece of board.

"Your girl Erin must have been sticking a dildo with a suction cup base to the wall so she could fuck the demon!" Anna's eyes got wild. "Oh, that is SO fucking dark and twisted!," she said, a hint of awe in her voice.

Ryan wondered if his wife was aware that she had started slowly rubbing her thighs together as she stared at the scene before her. Anna's unmistakable arousal suddenly made him remember what they been on their way to do before sidetracking into exploring the mystery of the trashed apartment.

While Anna stood transfixed by her imaginings of Erin's deviant uses for the demon mural, Ryan slid behind her and wrapped her in his arms. His hands went immediately to her breasts, evoking a coo of satisfaction from his wife. She eagerly pushed her chest out to meet his fingers. Ryan obliged her by firmly tugging on the fake piercings clamped to her erect nipples. As Anna squirmed under his touch, he could feel himself rapidly hardening again under the cloak, and began to push his hips firmly against Anna's ass to communicate his readiness to get back to their earlier plans for the evening.

Ryan leaned his head down slightly and whispered in Anna's ear, "You know, this feels like the kind of setting where the Grim Reaper might fuck the shit out of a little Goth hottie as part of some demonic ritual." Anna took a sharp breath, her passion instantly reignited by the perverseness of the room and by what Ryan was doing. She had always loved roleplay, but it had never really been one of Ryan's kinks; to hear him now not only embracing the fantasy the dungeon-like room and their costumes inspired, but initiating it himself, set her pulse racing.

He began nipping through the mask's mouth hole at the soft flesh of her neck, alternately licking and nibbling her skin, eliciting soft sighs from Anna. He teased her, using his hands on her breasts, his mouth at her neck, the head of his grinding cock leaking precum against the small of her back. His relentless assault drove Anna into a near frenzy of lust. Just when she thought the cacophony of sensations would overwhelm her, Ryan pulled away, leaving her trembling and confused.

Without asking for permission, Ryan seized Anna's left wrist in an iron grip, yanking it upwards and securing it in one of the leather cuffs chained to the top of the bedpost; he immediately followed suit with her right wrist, leaving her in a standing position at the foot of the bed, facing the demon on the wall, arms spread in a "Y" above her head.

"Lust," Ryan's voice intoned in her ear, "is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, my pet." Anna felt his hand reach between her legs from behind and cup her mound. "I'm going to need to further explore the depth of your sin," he hissed, thrusting two fingers deep inside her through the hole in her shorts, "in order to determine the severity of the consequences your soul must endure in order to be cleansed."

Ryan's intruding fingers lifted Anna onto her toes forcing her to wrap her fingers around the chains to maintain her balance. He powered deeply into her slickness, twisting his wrist to rub her sensitive walls with each stroke. Anna heard the crotch seam tear apart, felt the hole in her shorts grow larger, as a third finger joined the first two inside her, stretching her deliciously. Ryan gripped her shoulder tightly with his left hand as he began to pound into her relentlessly with his right, forcing a rapid, violent orgasm to build within her.

"Oh, your lust runs deep, my dear, and burns like the fires of Hell itself!," Ryan cackled, really starting to get into his role. "And so greedy! How can one who has tasted the seed of two men already this night still crave more? Is there no end to your gluttonous thirst?"

Anna grunted and shook as she hung from the bedposts. She adored the times when Ryan took control, but this was something else altogether. He was taking what he wanted from her forcefully, owning her body and soul. It was fucking amazing.

"Perhaps this will help quench it, wench!," Ryan sneered, as he pulled his soaked fingers from her pussy, smeared them across her face, and then shoved them past her lips. Anna's mouth and nose filled with her own tangy taste and scent. She could feel her clit throb as she swirled her tongue around Ryan's fingers, some deep, dark part of her getting off on being bound, dominated, and degraded. By the time Ryan slowly extracted his fingers from her mouth one by one, she could feel herself dripping and she was shaking like a leaf from head to toe.

"Is your lust satisfied yet, slut? Or will it take more drastic measures to purge you of such a sinful nature?"

Anna knew that Ryan's question wasn't completely rhetorical. He was giving her a chance to use their long-agreed upon safe word and back out of the little game they had started if she was uncomfortable. She also knew he was warning her that, if she didn't back out, he was about to further test her limits.

Fuck that, she thought. There was absolutely no way she was bailing out now, not from what was turning into the hottest night of her life.

"F-fuck you, you bony asshole. Is that all you've got?," she spit back defiantly. "You don't scare me!"

She played her part well, although her trembling body did little to back up her confident tone. Ryan stood silently, fixing her with the unnerving stare of his skull mask for several moments. Then he turned to the demon painting, bowed deeply, and departed the room without a word. Before going through the doorway, however, he cruelly flipped the light switch off, leaving a disoriented Anna chained to the bedposts in the pitch black darkness. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard him wrench open the busted front door to the apartment and leave.

Anna wasn't panicked, exactly. Her rational mind knew Ryan wouldn't just leave her there, bound to a bed, waiting to be discovered by God knows who, but the confusion of his abrupt exit, coupled with her helpless state and the eeriness of the room, was rapidly undermining that part of her brain. She tugged at her bonds, but the cuffs were heavy leather, closed with thick Velcro and she couldn't find a way to even begin to work them loose. She jerked hard on the chains, but they were securely bolted to the thick wooden posts and the ghostly noise of the rattling chains in the darkened room only fed into her growing anxiety. Long minutes passed without Ryan's return and a seed of real fear began to grow in her belly.

"The really fucked up part, though," Anna thought, "is that I'm the horniest I think I've ever been."

All of her erogenous zones pulsed, almost painfully, with excitement as she hung there helplessly. Anna felt like she was on the brink of an orgasm that was just a hair out of reach; the fright was making her delirious with frustrated need.

Finally, she heard the front door scrape open and then close again. In her head, she knew it had to be Ryan returning, but the built up fear fueled her fertile imagination. What if it was Doug the handyman coming to investigate suspicious activity? Or the cops? Or looters? Homeless vagrants? Erin and her boyfriend coming to retrieve a forgotten item? Her head filled with images of being discovered; of being taken roughly and ravaged by multiple men; of Ryan watching helplessly as it happened; of Ryan joining as it happened, his cock just one of many she must satisfy to earn her release.

Someone entered the dark room, but they didn't turn on the lights. Anna listened, her desperation growing as she heard them take cautious, measured steps towards her. By the time a match flared to life in the dark, she was panting and sweat was beading on every pore in her body.

Ryan began lighting the candles on the bookshelf one-by-one. He took his time, using each candle to light the next, until the room's walls glowed and the flickering light began casting sinister dancing shadows across the demon's countenance. He discovered some sticks of incense scattered on the shelves and he began lighting those as well, filling the room with their heavy, exotic scent and thin wisps of smoke. When he had finished, he turned to Anna. She watched as he menacingly reached inside his cloak and withdrew a utility knife, its extended blade gleaming in the candlelight.

"All that is needed has been gathered, my dear little cunt, and the time has come to prepare you for your ritual of atonement," he pronounced, coming over to stand behind her once again.

Anna flinched as Ryan pulled the straps of her tank top away from her body and sliced through them; another quick cut down the back and the garment came away from her body, a useless rag to be tossed aside. Her hotpants soon followed, although those were flimsy enough that he simply tore them from her body with a couple of vicious yanks. Within less than a minute, Anna had been rendered nude except for her leather choker, the ragged fishnet stockings, and the platform boots.

Ryan paused and took the time to appreciate the nubile body in front of him, admiring it by the light of the flickering candles. For the first time, he could see the full extent of Mandy's artistry in applying the fake tattoos; they looked convincingly real, skulls and dragons and vines flowing across Anna's skin without a single wrinkle, discoloration, or ragged edge.

The heavy sweat coating Anna's body made the tattoos shine like fresh ink, adding to their overall effect. The fake piercings on Anna's nipples shone with silver; their tight pinching had her nipples puffy and sensitive, with the reddened buds standing out from her areolae by a good inch at least. Breaking his reverie, Ryan addressed Anna sternly.

"Now that you stand bare before the demon, I shall make sure your worldly flesh is properly prepared. The demon demands his sluts be properly broken in before he administers his punishments."

He walked back to the doorway and retrieved a worn leather satchel from just inside the curtains before returning to his place behind Anna. She heard him set the bag on the floor, then rustle around inside it for a moment, before the sound of a plastic flip-cap bottle popping open reached her ears. There was a squelching noise, then Anna gasped as Ryan's hand, slickened with lube, brushed her labia. Without any hesitation, three thick fingers slid inside her, but before they could even reach their full depth, Anna exploded with a full-throated moan of ecstasy.

The build up had all been too much, and the first touch had set her off like a firecracker. Ryan felt Anna's vagina clamp down on his fingers, locking them in place, before a series of intense waves rippled through her velvety walls. A spray of fluid, unlike anything he had seen from her before, soaked the floor at Anna's feet, followed by two more weaker gushes seconds later. Something in her body language told him that, despite its intensity, Anna hadn't yet reached the fullness of her climax, that more could still be wrung from this orgasm.

As the rippling inside her slowed, Ryan renewed his attack, jamming a fourth finger in alongside the others. He paired rapid, short thrusts with a curling of his fingers, applying a steady, hammering stimulus with the backs of his knuckles to Anna's G-spot. At first, she tried to clamp her legs shut, still overstimulated from her first orgasm, but Ryan was relentless, using his own feet to keep hers separated. As discomfort crossed back over into building pleasure, however, Anna stopped resisting and began thrusting her hips in time with the fingers inside her, trying to hasten her climb back to the mountaintop.

For a couple of minutes, the lewd squishing sounds and heady scent of Anna's pleasure filled the room, drowning out all else. When Anna began to moan and curse under her breath, Ryan doubled down, placing the pad of his lube-coated thumb directly on her puckered asshole.

In the past, ass play had been strictly out of bounds for Anna, but she had recently purchased several toys to experiment with, including a small butt plug, while Ryan had been away. While she had shared the wand-style vibrator with him, she had so far kept the plug and the absolutely massive dildo a secret from her husband. Like the dildo, she had used the plug only once, but it had been thrilling enough to open her mind to the possibilities of some limited backdoor action, so long as what was going in was significantly smaller than her husband's cock.

So when Ryan placed his thumb at Anna's rear entrance, rather than shy away, she chose to lean into it. The well-lubed digit sank slowly into her ass, joining its four friends wedged tightly inside her pussy. Once he was as deep as he could go, Ryan flexed his thumb inward against the delicate barrier separating it from his still thrusting fingers, maximizing Anna's sensation of fullness. Within seconds, she was spasming hard on his hand again.

"Oh, fuck, you're in my ass, your thumb is in my fucking ass, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!," she wailed, feeling herself spinning out of control. "God, it's so good, I can't hold it, I can't, I can't, ... gonna cum, gonna cum ... no, no, no, no, no ... oh my FUCKING GOD, I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!!!"

This time when Anna convulsed, Ryan's fingers and thumb were expelled from inside her, forced out by the strength of her contractions. Once again, short gushes of fluid pulsed from within her, coating Anna's thighs as she snapped her legs together, trying desperately to ride out the raging storm of her powerful climax. Her body twisted on the chains holding her torso aloft, while she screamed out indecipherable mewling noises of pleasure tinged with an edge of desperate pain.

At some point, Anna's legs failed her completely; by the time her regained her sense of time and space, she found herself dangling freely, her body suspended by the strength of the chains and mighty bedposts while her feet and shins dragged loosely through the thin puddle she had released onto the plywood floor. Ryan backed away and gave her a minute to recover, waiting while her sharp panting slowed to merely heavy breathing.

Before she could regain her composure fully, however, her carnal tormentor swooped in and began unbinding her wrists from the leather cuffs. Taking care to offer enough physical support to keep her from collapsing, he lowered her to the floor, turning her gently to face him on her way down. Once Anna was kneeling on the wet floor, Ryan restrained her wrists again, this time with the set of cuffs and chains bolted to the lower end of the bedposts.

"Now, my sweet slut, it is YOUR turn to prepare ME for the ritual which will finally satiate your unrepentant lust!"

Anna blinked sweat out of her eyes, trying hard to refocus both mentally and physically as the dark figure closed in on her. Ryan spread the folds of his cloak, letting his thick cock spring out directly in front of her face. The head of his phallus shone in the candlelight, generously smeared with pearly precum. Within a heartbeat, the tip was at her lips, pushing its way into her. Anna opened herself to him, taking the enormous head into her dainty mouth. She swirled her tongue in a spiral around the glans, savoring its familiar taste and spongy feel.

"Yes, you do well to know your place, you greedy slut, kneeling at my feet and paying homage to the Reaper with your experienced mouth," Ryan cackled, still playing his role to the hilt.

Then his tone shifted to something more sinister.

"But you forget, toy, that this night is about paying the price for your transgressions. If you are to be cleansed, then you must be punished!"

Faster than Anna's sex-addled brain could process, Ryan had gripped her head with both hands, winding the fingers of one of them tightly into her freshly cut and dyed hair while the other palmed the side that had been shaved down to stubble. She sat there defenseless, arms akimbo, as he began to push deeper into her mouth, his thickness straining her jaw. The plum-sized head nestled into the entrance to her throat for a long moment, giving her a chance to take in one last deep breath through her nose, before it began to slide down inch-by-inch.

Anna could feel herself begin to gag, but the size of the invading flesh was such that even that reflex was overwhelmed by the sheer mass of her husband's cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and tears began to form at their corners; her salivary glands went into overdrive, doing their best to lubricate the monster and keep it from tearing her apart. After what felt like an eternity, Anna finally felt a pair of heavy, shaved balls come to rest against her chin.

Ryan stared down at Anna, watching as her face purpled with exertion, as the muscles in her neck tightened and stood out in stark relief against the dog collar choker. Her throat felt exquisite, spasming weakly around his cock. She'd never been able to take him this deep before - no, he corrected himself, she'd never been willing to try to take him this deep before and he'd never made her. She'd obviously always been able. He gripped her skull tightly in his hands and gyrated his crotch slightly against her stretched lips, making sure that she'd taken every millimeter he had to offer.

Any concerns he might have had when he saw the mascara-streaked tears begin rolling down her cheeks were allayed by the eager tongue he could feel working to massage the underside of his shaft and slithering out in a vain effort to reach his balls. He smiled under his mask.

"Anna is fine," he confirmed to himself, "Hell, she's not even straining against the chains to get away from me, she's doing everything she can to get closer!"

He continued to hold her there, unable to properly breathe, drool beginning to drip from her chin in a long, viscous string, for a moment longer before he began to rapidly withdraw. He allowed her a single gasping breath before plunging back to the depths of her throat in one powerful, quick thrust. He felt Anna moan against his length as he defiled her; her moans intensified exponentially when he began to fuck her face in earnest, driving hard and deep with each rapid thrust of his hips, his balls smacking noisily against her chin. After only a couple of minutes, Ryan could feel sweat pouring down his back from the exertion.

Looking down, he could see that Anna's make-up was now completely wrecked; her face was a macabre ruin with heavy streaks of dark mascara and eyeliner running the length of her cheeks before disappearing under her jawline. Every inch of her was glistening with sweat as she worked hard, trying to coax out a reward from her husband's swinging testicles. Whatever ink the faux tattoos were composed of, however, was still holding up incredibly well - not a blemish or smudge had appeared anywhere.

The fake piercings had not fared as well; one nipple and her septum still glittered in the dim light, but Ryan's manhandling of Anna's head had dislodged the clip-on from her ear that made it look as though she had cartilage piercings running its length, and had shaken the other nipple piercing free.

As Ryan stared down at the portrait of reckless lust his wife had become, he felt his climax begin to rise. He was sorely tempted to bury himself to the root and unload deep in her throat, but he'd already cum in Anna's mouth earlier at the club, so that idea felt uninspired. Besides, the tone of the evening seemed to call for something more, something which would better assert his dominance and challenge their boundaries.

Ryan began to pace his plunges in and out of Anna's throat, building himself to his breaking point. When he knew he could take no more, he withdrew completely and began to paint her face from point-blank range with the steady bursts which erupted from his cock. The first pulse laid a heavy string diagonally across her nose, stretching from her left eyebrow back down onto her right cheekbone. He placed the next shot across the shaved side of Anna's scalp where it clung to her buzzcut hair like a caterpillar on a leaf, before the third and fourth eruptions coated her exposed ear and neck.

Ryan finished by pumping out the last few dribbles onto his wife's lips, then watching as she licked up those few droplets of his essence like a woman dying of thirst. Playing out the dark fantasy to the hilt, Ryan draped his sweaty balls across Anna's lips, allowing her to suck and lick at them as he used her damp hair to wipe his prick clean of her thick throat-saliva and a couple of last beads of cum which slowly oozed out of the tip.

Ryan backed away, both to recover and to admire his handiwork. Anna's face was a spectacular mess, particularly against the depraved backdrop of the remnants of Erin's bedroom. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and preserved the image for posterity, careful to keep the flash function off so as not to ruin the effect of the eerie lighting.

Anna, still on her knees, her arms outstretched and bound to the posts, felt Ryan's cum sliding down her face and neck while she once again tried to regain control of her breathing. She could see her own pale reflection in the shattered glass mirrors of the closet doors, but the woman looking back at her was someone she'd never known existed before tonight.

"Holy shit," she thought, "Who knew I enjoyed being taken like this? Being fucking used like this?" She was usually so confident, so in control. "What happened?," she pondered. "Ryan's never been like this before, either, so rough, so dominant, just taking what he wants. For fuck's sake, he just skull-fucked me like he was possessed." She couldn't help but smile inwardly. "It was so goddamn hot."

Anna felt like she was on fire, so overwhelming was her need. Everything tingled, her clit, her nipples, even deep inside her womb there was a fluttery feeling. Anna felt as though every sensation was amplified, her senses heightened. Tonight had unlocked something within her which she didn't quite understand and couldn't fully explain. Ironically, getting fucked by her husband dressed as Death was making her feel more alive than she had ever felt before, and she craved more. Much, much more.

"I... I need ... fuck ... me," she mumbled, frothy cum bubbling at her lips.

Ryan stared at her stoically from behind his mask for a few moments before responding.

"What was that, my pet? You wish to voice your needs? You must speak clearly when in the demon's presence!"

"You big-dicked bastard, I need you ... to fuck meeeeeee," Anna whined, her breathing still ragged.

"Hmmmmm, I see. It would seem our worthless little toy hasn't yet experienced enough to repent of its sin," Ryan responded condescendingly. "Perhaps, a lesson from the demon himself is in order."

Ryan walked over and snatched his satchel from the floor before kneeling in front of Anna, putting himself at her eye level just a few inches from her cum-smeared face.

"I must warn you, though, my dear, his lessons are harder to swallow than my own. Once he begins to deliver his delicious suffering, you will receive no mercy, no reprieve of any kind. No matter how much you beg, how much you scream, only he will decide when you've had enough and release you. Your lust will either be slaked, or your mind and body will be broken. Either way, once the demon takes you, you will never be the same."

Ryan could see the glowing defiance paired with the fiery arousal in his wife's eyes. Over the three years they'd been together, he'd seen her horny many, many times, but never like this - this was some kind of next level of lust and, he had to admit, exciting in its newness. She wanted him to try to break her and, he realized, he wanted just as equally to see if he could. He lingered silently for a long moment, giving Anna another chance to use her safe word before he initiated the next phase.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?," Anna sneered. "Your goddamn demon doesn't scare me. Nothing you can do will ever make me apologize for being what I am and getting what I want," Anna dared him.

"We shall soon see about that. Very well then, petulant child, you will only have your foolish defiance to blame for what follows next," Ryan replied calmly.

Taking the satchel, he disappeared behind Anna's back. She tried to turn her head to see what he was up to at the head of the bedframe, but her bonds and the wide leather choker around her neck didn't allow enough lateral mobility for her to see anything other than vague motion at the periphery of her vision. She could hear some oddly intriguing squishy noises, but her brain couldn't connect them to anything familiar.

Whatever Ryan was preparing for her didn't take long; within a minute, he once again loomed in front of her, the scraps of her shorts in his hands. He fashioned the ruined hotpants into a makeshift blindfold, binding them over her eyes. Anna could smell her own stale arousal on them and soon realized that the hole Ryan had poked her nose through was the same one he had torn in her crotch at the club in order to finger her.

"Now your test of flesh truly begins, little one. The demon awaits."

Anna felt the tension holding her arms go slack as Ryan uncuffed her from the bedposts. Once she was freed, he gripped her tightly by her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp, and drug her roughly to her feet. Anna was steered sharply to her right, alongside the bed, then was guided up onto all fours on the vinyl-encased mattress.

"You must crawl when in the demon's presence, pet," Ryan intoned. "Crawl forward until I tell you to stop."

"Fuck you and your demon! I'm not your dog to command," Anna spat.

The words had scarcely left her tongue before a sharp slap rang out and she could feel her ass stinging from its impact. She cried out from the unexpected pain. A second strike immediately followed to the opposite cheek, leaving her bottom on fire. Ryan had slapped her ass playfully before, but never with the kind of brutality he had just delivered. It made her dripping pussy burn even hotter than before.

"Do not test me, harlot!," he snarled. "Defiance is not tolerated and will be harshly punished. The more you resist, the more you will be made to suffer. Now crawl like the whore you are to kneel before your master!"

Anna instinctively scrambled blindly forward until a sharp tug by the hand still tangled in her hair signaled her to halt. She heard the rattling of chains before she felt herself being cuffed again, this time from all four corners of the bed. Once her wrists and ankles had been loosely secured - she could move each limb maybe a foot or so, but certainly couldn't leave the bed - the makeshift blindfold was torn away from her eyes, allowing her to face her fate.

Anna found herself at the very head of the bed, on her hands and knees facing the demon mural. A massive phallus glistened an inch or so from her face, jutting obscenely from the demon's crotch. Anna realized that it must be a dildo, but it took her a moment to recognize with a great deal of embarrassment that it was HER dildo, the one she didn't think Ryan knew anything about. The monstrous rubber cock had been thickly coated in lube, the slime adding to its sinister allure. Anna had only used it once before, while Ryan was away for a work conference, and the experience had been overwhelming. So much so that she'd actually cum so hard she'd passed out while riding the thing. She shivered visibly at the memory.

"You see, my greedy little slut, I know all your darkest secrets, all your deviant cravings, all your unspoken carnal needs," he whispered at her ear as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "And tonight, the demon and I shall help you satisfy them all."

He lifted Anna's chin with his thumb and forefinger, aligning her lips with the giant shaft in front of her. With his other hand, Ryan reached back and grasped Anna's upturned ass, urging her forward.

"Open," he commanded.

Anna parted her lips and wrapped them around the head of the dildo. Immediately, her mouth was filled with a sickeningly sweet artificial cherry flavor; she recognized it as the flavored lube one of girlfriends had given her at her bachelorette party. Thankfully the crown of the beast, while large, was still smaller than her husband's; Anna was able to take the head fully into her mouth with relative ease, though she feared what might happen if she tried to take more.

Ryan's cock was a good seven-inches long and, once you got past the ridiculously large head, fairly uniform in thickness throughout its length. The dildo, on the other hand, was a slightly curving eight-and-a-half inches of rapidly increasing massive girth, riddled with thick ridges, including one which bulged the entire length of the underside. The thing was an erotic engineering marvel barely designed for fucking, and certainly not built for sucking.

"You might as well surrender to it. The only way past your lust now is through the flames of suffering. Let them consume you, let him consume you."

As Ryan spoke, he palmed the back of Anna's skull, applying a steady, inexorable forward pressure. Anna felt the lubricated head hit the back of her throat and begin to ease inside.

"Eyes up, my dear. Maintaining eye contact is vital to the ritual," Ryan directed.

Anna glanced to the side, trying to find the skull mask's eye sockets while fighting off her gag reflex as another inch or so of silicone cock slid deeper into her throat.

"Not with me, foolish cunt. With him!," Ryan spat out scornfully, pointing at the demon in the mural.

Anna's eyes snapped back forward and then up. She locked eyes with the malevolent portrait; from her position, it truly did look as though the demon's yellow eyes were glaring down at her while she serviced his eternally erect otherworldly appendage.

Just as Anna reached a depth on the thick toy where her stretched lips began to burn from the strain, Ryan released the back of her head. Maintaining her unblinking gaze into the demon's disturbing eyes, she began to bob her head in a steady rhythm on the fake cock, allowing the head to glide in and out of her throat. Satisfied with her efforts, Ryan began preparing for the next stage.

He withdrew more items from the satchel and arrayed them behind Anna on the bed. Next, he shucked off the burdensome heavy cloak of his costume, leaving himself clad in only the crotchless bodysuit, skeleton gloves, and mask, before climbing onto the bed behind her. As Anna felt his weight on the bed, she let out an almost desperate moan of anticipation, only slightly muffled by the abomination crammed down her throat.

Anna's moans grew deeper as Ryan began pawing at her upraised ass, kneading the firm flesh and spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her dual entrances for his enjoyment. At last, she thought, he was going to fuck her.

Anna felt one of Ryan's hands disappear from her ass, then she had just enough time to process the squishy sound of a squeeze bottle before she felt a cold stream of lube patter against her skin. The lube oozed down the crack of her ass until it reached her tight virginal asshole, which began to spasm and wink at the sensation. She felt more and more lube pouring onto her and sliding down to coat her asshole, perineum, and labia before it began dripping steadily onto the bed.

Having emptied the bottle, Ryan tossed it over his shoulder, towards the curtained doorway. He invested a second admiring Anna's ass gleaming in the candlelight and thought about how the goopy excess of lube complimented the cum and saliva streaking her face on the other end of the bed.

He was rapidly hardening again as he stared at her inviting ass; he desperately wanted to defile his wife there, but knew that such an act would require far more physical and mental preparation for Anna than they had time for tonight. Her backdoor wasn't ready to accommodate his size, but someday, maybe soon, he would make her ready. He could afford to be patient, especially knowing that he now possessed evidence that Anna had already started blazing that trail herself. Tonight, he'd push her just a little farther down the path.

Ryan plucked the shiny stainless steel butt plug up from the bed, wedging the narrow stem between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He'd found, when he'd accidentally discovered Anna's little secret sex toy stash in her nightstand drawer, that the plug's weight felt wildly out of scale to its size, but he supposed that must be part of how the thing worked. He certainly hadn't ever expected to find an anal toy in his wife's possession, but its discovery had made his mind spin with the opportunities it opened for him, including the one in front of him right now.

Ryan placed his left hand in the small of Anna's lower back to hold her steady, then slid the tip of the plug through the lube, thoroughly coating it as it slid the length of her cleft towards its final destination. Anna shivered, her body responding viscerally to the touch of the cold steel. When it finally arrived at her pucker, she almost involuntarily arched her back slightly, providing the perfect angle for penetration. Ryan wordlessly pressed the steel forward slowly, watching as Anna's tight ring stretched and expanded around it, before, with a quietly audible pop, the plug disappeared inside her. Ryan slid his fingers out from around the stem, allowing the jeweled base to nestle into place, hiding her asshole from his view.

He watched in awe as Anna suddenly shuddered through a small orgasm just from the sensation of having the plug inserted. Her head ceased bobbing on the dildo while she rode it out, garbled whimpers of delight spilling out from around the monster invading her mouth. Her backside undulated and twitched as each wave passed through her. As she reached her peak, Ryan delivered the coup de grâce, sliding the full length of his rigid cock inside her slick pussy without warning.

Her nervous system overloaded, Anna's world exploded. Nothing she'd ever experienced before had prepared her for the intensity of being simultaneously penetrated in all three holes at once. When Ryan's cock bottomed out against her cervix, she saw stars; when his hips slammed against her ass, his abdomen pressing the plug into her ass even tighter, those stars went supernova; when his powerful thrusting from behind began cramming the wall-mounted dildo further into her throat, she detonated with the force of the Big Bang itself.

Anna's climax was long and violent; muscles spasmed in her body that she'd never even known she had, a keening wail tore from her throat and vibrated out around the grotesquely proportioned rubber phallus impaling her face, and trails of her orgasmic juices began streaming down her thighs.

Ryan persevered through his wife's irregular bucking and moaning, establishing a forceful pounding rhythm against her, completely merciless in its depth and vigor. He felt her powerful contractions go on and on, each orgasm seemingly rolling into the next, leaving his cock and balls coated in frothy white streaks of Anna's cum. He wrapped his hands around her hips, leveraging himself against her so as to maximize both the depth and length of his strokes. Having already cum twice this evening, he was astonishingly hard; it made him feel invincible, as though he could continue savagely pounding Anna like this forever.

As they fucked, Ryan's eyes began to trace the elaborate temporary tattoos Mandy had applied to Anna's back. An intricate, Chinese style dragon occupied her entire upper back, its wings fanning out across her shoulder blades. Below the dragon rested a typical tribal pattern tramp-stamp across her lower back, with some kind of writing woven into the pattern. At first, Ryan assumed they were meaningless, generic pseudo-Asian calligraphy, but as he looked closer, he realized they were actually a Gothic English font and he could read what the letters spelled out: Married Slut.

Fuck, he thought, she was openly tagged as an unfaithful whore the whole time she'd been in the club. Suddenly, the liberties the turquoise shirt wearing lothario had taken made more sense; hell, the guy had even blown his load right across that very spot on her back, as if proving the words' validity.

Had Anna known the tattoo was there all along, Ryan wondered, or had that sneaky bitch Mandy been laughing at he and his wife all night, knowing she'd secretly branded her as a slut for all to see as some kind of perverse prank?

For reasons Ryan couldn't fully work out, both scenarios left him equally enraged and aroused. Somehow he found the energy to begin pounding Anna even more viciously than he had been before, his steel-hard cock a blur as he frantically speared in and out of his wife. Anna continued to twitch and wail beneath his onslaught, her body now literally dripping as her sweat slickened skin reached maximum capacity.

After several exhausting minutes, however, neither of them could sustain the frenetic pace of their fucking. Breathing heavily, Ryan finally tore himself away from his wife, his cock snapping almost completely upright against his flat stomach as he withdrew. Anna's pussy gaped open, long strings of sticky gruel slowly joining the lube and other spattered evidence of their fornication on the sheets below.

Without Ryan behind her, she was able to back her face off of the dildo and began gulping in great lungfuls of air even as she still trembled with the aftershocks of her rapid-fire chain of orgasms. As she struggled to regain her wits, Anna was in no position to offer any resistance as Ryan unbound her from the bedposts, spun her body 180 degrees and then reapplied the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

Anna watched blurrily as Ryan stripped off the bodysuit and skull mask and stood before her in the candlelight fully naked for the first time that night. Like her, he was a sweaty mess, but there was a glint in his eyes which set her heart pounding far more than the painted demon's eyes had. As her head cleared, she could see fiery anger there in his face, but she could also see something else, some kind of dark passion which burned even hotter than the rage. Before she could ponder too long on the matter, Ryan stepped back to the bed, kneeling before her face. He took a firm grip on her hair and tipped her head back until her eyes met his.

"Did you like it?," he asked softly. Seeing confusion painted on his wife's face, he clarified, "Did you like acting like a slut at the club? Did you like grinding your ass on that guy and making him hard?"

"Ryan, I..."

Anna hesitated. Ryan could see doubt and fear flicker through her eyes; she wasn't sure how to answer, but her reluctance to speak made him sure he knew what the answer was.

"Did. You. Like it?," he enunciated. "Did you like it when you felt his hard cock digging into your ass? When his cum splashed onto your skin? You had to have felt his bare skin on yours, known that he'd pulled his cock out right there on the dance floor. Did that excite you? Did it make you wet?" He gripped her hair tighter, holding her head in place. "Tell me, Anna. I want to know the truth."

She stared up at Ryan for a long second, trying to read his face.

"Yes," she whispered meekly.

"Yes what?," Ryan demanded.

"Yes, I... liked it," Anna said softly.

"I can't hear you, Anna."

"Yes, I liked it," she said more firmly.

"You're not getting off that easy, babe. Tell me. What did you like?"

Ryan's tone remained dangerously firm, but his use of her pet name subtly relieved some of the anxiety Anna was feeling.

"I liked how aggressive he was. How hard I made him. How he wanted me over everyone else out there. How he kept coming back, song after song. How he just stepped up and fucking owned me out there, like I was his toy to play with. How his hands went wherever they wanted to go, without asking for permission. How he could see my wedding band and just didn't care. How who I was and what I might want didn't matter to him at all," Anna replied in a rush, her voice growing shaky.

She continued, "I liked how my body responded to his. Yes, he made me wet, baby. Yes, I knew it the moment I felt his bare cock against the skin of my back. I liked that the other guys dancing around us knew what he was doing, could see what he was doing, knew I was letting him do it. I liked that they wanted to be next."

"If he'd tried to fuck you, would you have let him?"

"I ...," Anna closed her eyes, "I don't know, baby. I was so caught up in the moment. If he had tried... I honestly just don't know if I would have tried to stop him. I'm sorry, baby, but... I don't know."

Anna could feel Ryan's grip on her hair slacken a little. Opening her eyes, she could see her words had shaken Ryan to his core; the anger in his body language had dulled slightly, but the passionate need in his eyes seemed to burn even brighter somehow. Deciding to take a risk, she continued, telling him everything.

"I saw you watching, baby. You were looking right at us the moment he came on me."

She stretched her neck forward, dipping her face level with the head of Ryan's erection. Though he still gripped her hair in his fist, he did nothing to hinder her movement. Anna continued staring up at her husband as she began to place little kisses on his cock.

"I fucking (kiss) loved it, baby, feeling his thick cock (kiss) throbbing against me while you (lick) watched. Feeling that moment when (kiss) it grew harder and thicker just before he (lick) blew his load (kiss) all (kiss) over (kiss) me. Walking off the dance floor while I could feel his cum (lick) trickle down the crack of my ass (kiss)."

Anna took the head of Ryan's cock into her mouth, tasting herself on him. She swirled her tongue, bathing his glans with her spit. Ryan's knees nudged forward, forcing Anna slowly backwards towards the wall. When she stopped, he pushed forward once more, and she retreated again, preventing him from pushing deeper into her already sorely abused mouth and throat. Another push, and Anna realized she was out of room as she felt the brute of a dildo, still stuck to the wall at the demon's crotch, against her. Its heft pushed directly at the plug still buried in her ass.

Glancing up, she could see a deviant smirk on Ryan's face, knowing he had maneuvered her masterfully to exactly where he wanted her. Seeing their brief game was up, he spun his hand, wrapping Anna's hair tightly around his fist again and pulling Anna's neck backwards. His cock sprang free from her lips, leaving a fresh smear across the tip of her nose as it returned to its upright position before her eyes.

"God, you're a slut," Ryan said, somehow making the word loving.

He stared down at her, a look of utter confidence in what he said on his face.

"You'd have let that guy fuck you. I'm sure of it. You'd have taken his cock right there on the dance floor, in front of me, in front of Mandy, in front of your friends and coworkers, in front of everyone. The only reason you didn't is because he didn't have the balls to try."

As Ryan spoke, he used his body to back Anna against the wall. She felt the dildo's head slip downward and in between her slickened labia. As it found her gaping hole and began to slide in, she whimpered at the delightful stretch.

"That's right babe, that's exactly what it would have felt like, isn't it? If he'd been man enough to take you from behind? If he'd done like I did and just torn a hole in your shorts?"

"Oh... oh fuck, baby. It's so goddamn big," Anna cried out, feeling the dense silicone stretch her out as it sank into her depths.

The way it seemed to touch every sensitive spot inside her at once was even more mind blowing than she remembered. Reaching her limit, Anna started to retreat forward, backing off the massive toy, but Ryan stopped her, shaking his head.

"Unh-unh, babe. You're going to be a good slut and take it all. Every fucking inch," he said firmly, his tone indicating his command was not open to debate.

Trembling, Anna slid her legs slightly further apart and pushed backwards again. The toy slid into her wetness with an audible slurp, easily sinking about two-thirds of its length inside her before Anna had to pause and take some time to adjust to its girth. She already felt as though she might cum again without warning, just like the last time she'd fucked this monstrosity on the day it had arrived in the mail.

Anna could distinctly feel the thick, veiny ridge on the beast's underside pulling deliciously at her delicate inner walls, edging her closer to an oblivion of bliss. The intense pressure inside her was being further amplified by the frictionless rubbing of the dildo against the unforgiving steel plug already buried in her ass. Anna knew that the moment she pushed any further, she was going to cum, and cum spectacularly.

As she panted and tried to build up her courage for a final push, Ryan watched her intently while lazily stroking his length, teasing her by rubbing his fat head around her face. He slowly painted Anna's cheeks and forehead with fresh strings of clear precum, adding to the layers of smeared make-up and bodily fluids already caking her face. Anna's tongue flickered out, desperate for another taste; Ryan rewarded her by placing the head of his cock against her lips and squeezing out a large dollop on the flat of her tongue. Anna drew her husband's offering into her mouth, savoring it with a deep, soulful moan.

"Fuck, I love the way you taste, baby," she said passionately.

"Do I taste better than him?," Ryan asked.

"God, yes," she moaned in reply. "Though, I still can't believe you fed your own wife a stranger's cum with your fingers. That was so fucking naughty, baby, coating my lips with him, right there in the club."

"Yet you took it, didn't you," Ryan smirked, "Like the nasty little cum slut you are. I saw your face, Anna. You wanted it. You couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Fuck, baby," Anna panted, desperate need in her voice.

"You wanted it, didn't you, Anna?," he demanded.

"Yes," came her simple, soul-baring reply.

"And why did you want it?"

"Because ... I... I wanted to to remember. Remember what it was like, being a slut," Anna answered, lowering her head, a hint of shame in her voice.

Ryan stared at her for a long moment, then gently tipped her chin back up to face him.

"There's no shame in that, Anna," he said with a smile. "It was a little extreme, but we both enjoyed it, in our own way. I love you, and I want to fulfill your every need and fantasy, babe. Just promise me that, whatever filthy fantasies we explore, it won't change our relationship. It won't change us."

"I promise, Ryan," Anna said in a voice barely above a whisper, tears shining in her eyes.

Ryan stroked her hair comfortingly.

"Now then," he said, relieving the seriousness of the moment, "back to the business at hand. I still want to see you take every inch of your secret rubber boyfriend, babe."

"I don't know if I can, baby," Anna laughed tiredly. "I want to, but it's a lot of work getting that thing inside me. You may have to help me."

Ryan's eyes lit up with mischievous delight. In a flash, he was flat on his back and pulling himself headfirst beneath her until he was face-to-face with her overstuffed pussy. He wrapped his forearms around the outsides of Anna's thighs and brought his mouth up to within a whisker of her exposed clit. She could feel his breath brush her sensitive button and nearly lost control from even that simple sensation.

"Baby, I'm too close, I'm going to cum again the moment you touch me," she warned.

"Good, that's the idea!," Ryan replied, just before his tongue stabbed her swollen nub.

"Oh my ... GOD!," Anna screamed.

Her orgasm was instantaneous, exploding from her without any gentle buildup. Ryan used his arms to lock her legs in place, leaving Anna no way to escape as his mouth drove her to new ecstatic heights. Her inner muscles contracted hard on the toy inside her, trying to push out the embedded phallus, but each time they relaxed between spasms Ryan would use his leverage to slide her hips backwards another fraction of an inch further down its length. As the toy drove deeper, Anna's climax doubled in its intensity, allowing Ryan to work her even further down the mighty rubber shaft. She wailed wordlessly as her ass finally touched the fake cock's enormous balls and she spattered Ryan's face with her overflowing release.

Once her orgasm finally began to subside, Anna's eyes became focused on Ryan's rigid cock bobbing just inches from her face. She craned her neck to capture the head between her lips and began licking and sucking it with a fervor that caught Ryan by surprise.

Suddenly, it was his turn to groan as his wife used her mouth and right hand to work him roughly, as though her life depended on draining him dry. He could feel Anna's copious spit messily dripping onto his balls and her tongue swirling around his shaft like a tornado. He savored the sensations for a minute or two, then renewed his own attack on her clit, making her squeal around him. Not satisfied, Ryan wrapped his arms around Anna's waist and began bodily thrusting her up and down the massive dildo like a ragdoll. Unprepared for the dual assault of her husband's tongue at her clit and the monster hammering her depths, Anna popped Ryan's cock from her mouth and began to spew the most obscene filth Ryan had ever heard leave her mouth.

"Yeah, baby, fuck me with that giant dick while you lick me! You like watching that, you filthy motherfucker? You like seeing your wife getting stretched and pounded right in front of your nose?"

Anna jerked Ryan's steely length furiously as she began bucking her ass backwards on her own accord, fucking herself savagely on the dildo as she ground her clit on Ryan's nose, mouth, and chin.

"That's it, baby, eat my pussy," she growled, "Lick your whore wife's cunt while it's full of a stranger's big cock. Ugh, yeah, just like that. Is that why you're so hard, baby? You like the idea of your wife being a total slut for someone else to use, don't you? You wish that guy had fucked me tonight? That he'd taken me right there on the dance floor while you just watched?"

"You know," she ranted on, "he asked me to go with him to the men's room. He wanted me to kneel on that dirty-ass floor and suck his dick, baby. Maybe I should have done it. Wouldn't that have been a fucking sight, baby? Me, on my knees in a filthy club bathroom swallowing a complete stranger's cum?"

"Imagine if I'd done it, Ryan. If I'd been on my fucking knees sucking his cock when a bunch of other guys came in. What should I have done then, baby? Should I have let them all take turns with me? Would you have liked that? All of those men fucking your cumslut wife? Huh? You want to see me passed around, baby? Gangbanged? I'll do it, you know, if that's what you want. I'll let them all fuck me, baby, while you watch, watch as they ... shit ... as they all... oh, god... all cum inside me ... oh ... FUCK!!!"

Anna began to shake and convulse through her umpteenth orgasm. Somehow, she managed to keep slamming herself up and down the girthy length of the dildo throughout, though she did stop jerking Ryan off while she rode out her climax.

"Fuck, this is hot baby," she cooed once she had regained some composure. "But damn, I don't know how much more I can take. I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow as it is."

Ryan pulled himself out from underneath Anna's sweaty body and knelt in front of her. His appearance mirrored her own by this point; his entire face shone with sweat and the remnants of his wife's multiple orgasms, his hair was completely matted to his skull, and he reeked of exertion and primal sex. His cock jutted out from his body, angry and purple, the throbbing veins standing out in stark relief. Anna hungrily leaned towards him, aiming to take him into her mouth again, but Ryan took his cock into his hand and angled it away from her greedy lips.

"You just keep riding that cock, baby," he commanded. He began to stroke himself with a firm, steady grip. "Keep taking it to the balls until I cum all over your slutty fucking face."

"Yeah, baby? You want to cum on my face while I fuck this monster dick? While I'm stuffed full, with a thick cock in my pussy and a plug up my dirty little asshole?"

"That's right. That's exactly what I want."

"Oh fuck, baby. I love it when you treat me like a fucking slut. God, I want your cum so bad."

"You're my slut baby, and I'm about to reclaim you as such."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, Gonna cum again, gonna cum again ... shit ... call me a slut again ... fuck ... while you cum in my face ... please baby ... please ... fuck, fuck, fuck ... FFFUUUCCCKK!!!"

Anna climaxed once more with a cry of despair as her exhausted body seesawed back and forth across the threshold between pleasure and pain; muscles already pushed beyond their limits contracted and released over and over again, leaving her in a state of blissful agony. Just as she reached her acme, Ryan joined her with a bellow of his own.

"Goddamn, here it comes you fucking sexy slut! That arrogant asshole may have painted your ass, but I'm gonna fucking ruin your face!," he spat.

The eroticism of the evening had evidently reloaded Ryan's balls to full capacity; when he exploded, at least a dozen great thick ribbons arced from the tip of his penis. The first couple fired with such velocity that they cleared Anna's head and rained down across her back, while the next few frosted the top of her head, streaking her already matted hair. The rest ended up coating her face, mixing with the sweat, smeared makeup, and the remnants of his earlier pasting. Anna twitched visibly as each strand struck her skin, gasping out the last throes of her own climatic finale.

"Fuck, so nasty, baby. So fucking nasty...," she muttered with a happy sigh before collapsing belly-down on the bed. As she dropped, the dildo slowly exited her abused pussy with a loud slurp; long, gooey strings of Anna's wetness continued to stretch between it and Anna as the monster's head popped free.

Ryan leaned back on his haunches while he struggled to catch his breath. He gazed lovingly down on his semi-conscious wife and couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked despite the depraved destruction he had wrought upon her. Everywhere he looked on her there was evidence of their wild fucking: cum, sweat, flushed skin, puffy lips and nipples, ruined remnants of clothing. Anna was still bound, ankles and wrists, to the bedposts; the enormous silicone cock hung from the demon painting's crotch, covered in Anna's frothy secretions. The room's eerie decor, the candlelight, the haze of the incense - all added their own touches to the decadence of the scene. Ryan knew he had to capture it all for posterity or he'd never forgive himself.

As he dug around in his discarded costume for his phone, he heard a ping from Anna's little sling bag. Ryan scooped the bag up from the floor and pulled her phone free. The screen showed a text message had just come in from Mandy. Worried that her boy-toy may have ditched her at the club, Ryan punched in Anna's security code to see if Mandy was stranded and needed a ride. The message and accompanying photo showed she clearly was not.

The picture Mandy had sent showed her lying on a cheap, folded out futon next to the guy she'd been making out with earlier at the club. The guy was passed out cold, his mouth gaping open in a way that made Ryan pretty sure he had succumbed to a drunken stupor. Mandy was topless, her massive tits and big rosy nipples streaked with a couple of lines of thin, watery cum. Ryan admired her generous bare bosom for a moment before reading the accompanying text:

"Bet my Halloween treat was better than yours, you poor married bitch! LOL!"

Ryan laughed to himself. "If she only fucking knew," he thought. Then, a devious thought struck him.

"Why the fuck not?," he said out loud. "She did say she wanted a picture."

Ryan took a few moments to line up the perfect shot. He framed the photo in such a way as to capture the mural, the gargantuan dildo, the bedframe with its chains and shackles, and Anna's cum-soaked body and face. The thought of what he was about to do was enough to revive his still semi-hard cock to sufficient life for his immediate purposes. Once he had the shot framed the way he wanted it, he leaned the lower half of his body into the frame, placing his still-dripping cock in the foreground of the picture, pointing menacingly at Anna's exhausted face. A quick stroke sent a drizzly string of clear fluid from the head, where it hung suspended long enough for him to push the button and immortalize the moment forever. Then he texted Mandy back from Anna's phone:

"Guess again. Looks to me like Anna got the real treat while you got stuck with a frat boy trick. Really great tits, though! BTW, here's that picture you wanted. Happy Halloween! - Ryan"

He showed the screen to Anna, who still lay sprawled on the bed. She read Mandy's text and Ryan's response, laughing at his words.

"You're so fucking mean, baby!," she snickered.

Then her eyes took on an impish gleam.

"Fuck it. Let the bitch see what's she's missing out on."

Ryan pressed send, then began uncuffing his wife from their neighbor's bed.