Devil's Horns

This story was originally published for the HALLOWEEN 2026 Story Contest.

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Devil's Horns

Wife's Minimal Costume Reminds Husband Of College Experience

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Randall was smiling as he came back downstairs from putting the kids to bed. It was much later than usual, but what could you expect from Halloween? Randall hadn't gotten them back from Trick or Treating until after their normal bedtime, and then they had to sort their candy, and help give out treats to the older kids who were still ringing the bell.

Virginia had stayed home and given out candy to everyone. Especially the teenagers. They didn't even have to have costumes on. Randall and Virginia had both agreed they would give out treats to anyone who came. Walking around the neighborhood meeting the neighbors was a better way to spend the evening than getting into trouble somewhere.

He asked, "How many do you think we got?"

"I lost count, but I'm sure it was over a hundred and fifty. Not counting the parents who stayed on the sidewalk." She smiled as she flopped onto the couch.

Randall sat down next to his wife and said, "I love Halloween." His eyes glanced to the devil horns Virginia was wearing. Neither of them was wearing any other costume. All their energy had been focused on their kids and the Trick or Treaters.

"Yeah! It's the best holiday because everyone comes out to see everyone!" Virginia noticed his glance and pulled the horns off.

"The teens I saw were mostly dressed up, too. Did you think so?" Randall said while still looking distractedly at the horns.

Virginia nodded. "Yeah, almost all of them." She moved the horns from side to side and watched Randall's eyes track them. "What is up with you tonight? You seem very distracted by these horns. Are you a horny devil tonight?"

Randall shook himself out of his reverie and grinned at Virginia, "Oh, I certainly am. That isn't it, though. The horns reminded me of something from college." He glanced at the clock and said, "It's been a while since anyone knocked, let's turn out the lights and I'll tell you about it."

Virginia and Randall turned off the outside lights and most of the inside lights as well. They locked their doors and sat quietly in the barely lit living room.

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I wasn't in a fraternity in college, but most of them had open parties every so often. The Halloween I'm talking about was one where I planned to go to the Beta house because Betty was going to be there. Almost everybody knew that Betty was going to be there. Everybody also knew that she was leaving, and most wanted to have a chance with her. Or another chance, for lots of us. Even the girls knew she would be there, and none of them seemed to mind. A couple even brought their boyfriends and let them have a turn. That is weird, right?

The thing is, I knew Betty. I had fucked her at another party several months earlier. But I don't remember how I knew her, or ... and this is the weird part ... what she looks like. I mean, I could recognize her when I saw her. I know I had seen her walking around campus a few times, for certain, but I couldn't describe her to anyone. I still can't, and I'm trying. Somebody would mention Betty and we would all know exactly who we were talking about.

I knew another Betty, too, from my statistics class, but nobody every confused the two of them. I expect that statistics Betty was happy about that, to be honest.

The Beta house was a large building with common areas to the left and a two story section to the right where all the bedrooms were located. They checked id's at the door and didn't let in anyone under 18. I wasn't 21 yet so I got a large florescent sad face on the back of my hand. The over 21's got smiley faces.

Before I even got into the building I could feel the energy. Sure, you could hear music coming out, and there were a bunch of people coming and going, but that wasn't it. There was a sexual tension in the air that ebbed and flowed, peaking every few minutes. Given that tension, though, all the guys I was with were pretty relaxed about it. We all knew that we would get off, too. I don't know how we knew, but we did.

This Beta Brother I knew waved us to the stairwell and said, "Ladies, and gentleman, my name is Steve. Welcome to Beta! The party is down the stairs in the basement. The haunted house is spread through the first floor bedrooms. At the far end of the hall there is another stairway down to the basement. If you are here for Betty, she is upstairs, just wait your turn. She said she had all night."

I can't describe the thrill that ran through me then. It was a combination of desire, anticipation and absolute certainty. I knew that I could ask for whatever sexual favor I wanted and that Betty would take care of me. All I had to do was ask. It's weird that I knew that, right? How could I have known that?

There was a line of guys in front of me, probably ten or fifteen by the time I got to the top floor and could see down the hallway. Every five or ten minutes one or two guys would come out of a room and another one or two would go in. The line moved pretty fast, really. The guys who were done left down the stairwell at the opposite end of the hall.

I was almost to the front of the line when a couple, a guy and a girl, came up the opposite stairs and walked right into Betty's room. It didn't bother me at all that they had apparently skipped to the front of the line. That should have bothered me, right? That someone was skipping ahead of me? But it didn't. To be honest, I knew I would still get my turn, so what was another few minutes?

The guy at the front of the line had his phone out as he entered the room. I heard Betty say, "Never take pictures or videos without permission. And if someone does allow you to take them, never share pictures or videos without permission. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course we understood what she meant! All of the guys in the hallway looked around at one another in confusion. We all agreed about not taking pictures and certainly not sharing them! Maybe that is why I still don't like sharing pictures on FacePage or through InstaText.

We could hear Betty and the other people in the room talking about what they wanted to do with her. She told them to ask for whatever they want, but to respect their partner's boundaries if they didn't want to do something.

I was second or third in line by the time I could see into the room. It was mostly bare, with a mattress on the floor and a couple of sturdy chairs. The young couple sat in one of the chairs, with the woman on the guys lap. They were watching what was going on, but not actively doing anything.

The guy with the camera phone had put it away and was lining himself up behind Betty as she called out, "If anyone just wants a blowjob you can come to the front of the line."

There was no way I was going to settle for just a blowjob, and none of the other guys in line were willing to skip to the front for that either. Someone from further back came forward and entered the room still fully clothed. He looked at the couple in the chair, and the other guy fucking Betty, and hesitated.

"Well, come on over Honey, don't be shy!" Betty was bouncing back onto the guy who was fucking her, clearly enjoying herself.

"Ahh, I was kind of hoping we could do it in private?"

"Private is nice, but not during a gangbang. Is something wrong? Do you not want anyone to see you naked?"

The guy looked very uncomfortable and said very quietly, "I'm very small."

"Oh, Honey, don't you worry about that. Do your best. Enjoy yourself. And if you are ever in a position where you can choose to either be nice to someone or to be mean to them, choose to be nice."

Yeah, that was good advice. I've always tried to follow that advice.

The guy sighed and dropped his pants. Betty said, "Yummy!" and pulled him into her face by his hips. She kissed and licked his little dick and then took it into her mouth. I don't know how small it was, but it is the smallest I have ever seen. Probably only two or three inches.

Betty loved this guy's dick. She only stopped to say thank you to the guy fucking her when he came. When the small guy came she swallowed it all, stood up, and kissed him on the cheek.

He still seemed a little self conscious about his size, but Betty talked to him for a minute. She was like that. In addition to being a very active slut she loved giving people advice. "You are who you are, and if someone doesn't want you, then move on. You will find who you are looking for." She told him to "Love yourself," but I'm sure she meant it for all of us

The tiny guy said, "Thank you." as he hugged Betty and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled his pants up, and none of the other guys watching said anything about his small size. I've been in locker rooms before where somebody definitely would have said something.

As he walked past me I offered a high five and said, "Find who you are looking for." The other guys in line said similar supportive things.

Betty had a sweet smile on her face as she watched him leave.

Bending over the second chair, Betty wiggled her ass at the guy in front of me and called out, "Next!"

The guy stepped forward and dropped his pants, "Hi, Betty. I'm so glad you remembered that I like it like this!"

"Of course, David! I'm tougher than your girlfriend so feel free to rail away! Just remember to be careful with her, ok?" David inserted himself inside Betty and grabbed her hips.

"Oh, yes, of course! But it turns out she is tougher than I thought. She has been riding me since last time, and has really been getting into it." Every thrust into her body caused a ripple through her, and Betty's hanging breasts were bouncing around like crazy.

"Still, be careful, you are pretty strong." Betty made eye contact with me as I finished disrobing. "Randall! I'm glad you could make it!"

That was weird, too, because I don't remember ever telling her my name. I must have, right?

I beamed down at Betty, "So am I! I'm sorry you are leaving."

Betty was throwing her ass back at David, but she was still looked at me like I was the center of her world. "It is time. There is nothing to be sorry about. Just enjoy what we have left, and remember me when I am gone."

"I will. Can you suck me until it is my turn? I want to be on top."

"Sure Randall, come closer." As she took my dick in her hand she looked back at David, "Use me David! Fuck me hard!"

I could hardly believe that he could fuck harder, but he did. Betty was a champ; she took his pounding but still had enough control to suck my cock. She even got it down her throat without hitting me with her teeth a single time.

I watched David come inside Betty, and it didn't bother me at all that I would be sliding my dick into his semen. In fact, it didn't bother any of the guys at that party, or any of the others where Betty had been the center of attention. You know what else is curious, that I didn't think of at the time? Betty was regularly gangbanging lots of guys and I never heard of anyone passing anything along. That seems unlikely, right?

Betty pulled herself off of me and turned to kiss David goodbye, "Be good to her, OK?"

David smiled as he fastened his pants, "Yes, Betty. Of course."

Betty stepped back to me and we kissed. I knew she had just blown the tiny guy, and probably several others, but it didn't bother me to kiss her and let our tongues play. It was weird that there was no scent or taste of semen in her mouth. Just like it was weird that when I laid her back on the mattress and started to fuck her there was no semen leaking from her. There should have been, right? I had seen at least fifteen guys leave her room.

It didn't matter at the time, we fucked each other and it was great. We were focused on one another, and I brought her to orgasm just as my own peaked. At least I think I did.

She smiled up at me as I stood to get dressed. "Have a good life, Randall."

I blew a kiss to Betty, but she had already moved on to the next guy, who was also doing her missionary.

The rest of the party was surreal. I stayed for several hours and felt the rise and fall of sexual tension throughout the building continually, but it relaxed me. There was a steady stream of guys coming down the stairs from having been with Betty, and the girls at the party didn't seem to mind. They were happy and chatting with the guys, including me, about what we had done ... were doing ... with Betty.

That is weird, right? Shouldn't at least some of them been upset with what we were doing? Or jealous, maybe?

I left a few hours later, and the party had thinned out a lot but it was still going strong. I walked one of my neighbors home, she lived in my building, but not on my floor. We didn't know each other well, but it was comfortable. She hugged me at her door, but neither of us tried anything more.

I woke up a few hours later, and I knew something had changed. Betty was gone, but I don't know how I knew. Nobody I talked to ever saw her again after that night.

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Virginia sat looking at her husband. She knew about his sexual history. She thought they had shared everything, but this was new. They had each had sex with multiple partners, so that part wasn't a surprise. It was that he hadn't mentioned this particular event.

"That is quite a story. Why haven't you ever told me before?" Virginia was turned on by the thought of having a bunch of lovers, one after the other.

Randall was holding the devil horns and looking at them. He looked up and said, "Honestly? Because I had forgotten about it. That whole night ..." Randall paused and thought for a moment, before continuing. "Well, both nights I guess, had completely slipped my mind."

"Completely slipped your mind? No way! There is no way you could have forgotten about that! I'll never forget it, and it was just a story!" Virginia reached for the horns and Randall passed them to her.

Randall shrugged, "I swear! Until I saw you wearing these devil horns tonight I had completely forgotten about Betty. I remember her now though. I remember everything about her."

"What about the horns? They are just a silly headband accessory! Are you saying that Betty was a devil? Is that why you forgot about her?"

"No. That can't be it. She didn't have horns the first time. And even that Halloween they were a headband like these, not real horns." Randall's eyes went far away for a moment. "But they didn't move even a little bit while David was fucking her so hard, or even while I was taking my turn. I can't explain it."

The couple sat on the couch for a couple of minutes before Virginia asked, "Is that story true? Or did you make it up."

Randall looked uncomfortable. "It is true. I don't know how it can be true, but it is true."

Virginia smiled a little as she slid the horns onto her head. "Randall! I'm so glad you made it! What would you like to do tonight?"

Randall grinned at his wife. What with the kids, and their jobs, it had been a while since they had played around. "I would like to fuck my wife. Right here, bent over the end of the couch."

Virginia leaned in and kissed him. "I think we can make that happen. Go easy at first, but then you can really rail me. I'm tougher than you think."

Randall started pulling his wife's clothes off. Her horns came loose as they pulled her blouse over her head, but they both laughed as she repositioned them. Randall fucked her over the end of the couch, and then after they went to bed they made love again. The second time was not as frantic, but it was full of love.

As Randall drifted off to sleep he remembered the last thing Betty told him. He certainly was having a good life.

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