A Swinging Sin on Halloween

Hi Readers,

This is my entry into the 2026 Halloween Story Contest. It's a standalone story I hope you'll enjoy. As the title suggests it features a wife making her first foray into the swinging scene.

Turns out she has a taste for it. Enjoy.

Mona

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I hate camping. Fortunately, I've been able to avoid it for most of my marriage. The flies, the heat, who would actually want to be in a canvas tent during the hottest months of the year?

Boob sweat and bugs, a recipe for misery. My excuses had managed to keep me in air-conditioned comfort for most of our marriage. At least they had until my husband Roger surprised me with a caravan for our anniversary.

"Now that Tammy is all grown up, we can leave her to watch the house," Roger had explained delightedly, "I have some leave accrued, so we can go away for a few months, it'll be grand."

I wasn't quite so sure, it wasn't really my style, but I could see that he was excited about being on the open road, so I had reluctantly agreed to the first trip. If it was a complete disaster, we could always sell the caravan upon our return.

Of course, being my prudent and less adventurous self, I recommended that we spend the first few nights a little closer to home, just in case. Far easier to buy supplies from folks at home where we knew everyone, including the local mechanics, if something went amiss.

That's how I found myself sitting in a caravan park an hour from home testing out our new acquisition on Halloween. We sat under the awning enjoying our dinner as we watched children and parents in costumes roaming the park trick or treating. We'd brought some candy as an offering to mollify any visitors, but were largely just enjoying a quiet evening.

Roger was sitting at the little table in the van smiling at our empty plates.

"I do know how to cook a mean steak," Roger congratulated himself. I lifted my glass of wine and took a sip. I might not enjoy camping, but I was loving the fact there was literally nothing on our schedule and we could drink as much as we liked, knowing that when we got up in the morning we didn't need to be anywhere in particular.

After an hour of idle chatter, I could almost envision us doing this in our retirement. That might be years away, but it didn't hurt to have a test run.

We weren't worried about home, because we'd left our daughter Tammy and her husband Damon to housesit. They would make sure the place was still standing when we got home.

I sipped on my red and considered myself fortunate. Tammy was twenty-two-years-old, and for years it had seemed she was destined to be dragged down by one of the many bad boys she insisted on dating. Not the sort of good Christian boys who had flocked after her at church, no, she wanted men on motorcycles, with tattoos, heaven forbid.

When she had finally brought Damon home, we were pleasantly surprised. He was tall, handsome, and remarkably charming. His easy manner had won us over, not that he was competing against much. With no tattoos or facial piercings, we were ready for him to propose almost as soon as we met him.

It was easy to see what Tammy saw in him. Now that they were married and getting ready to start a family, I let out a slightly buzzed sigh of relief. We were barely in our forties and we would soon be empty nesters. Hopefully, before too long we would have a few grandchildren bouncing around the house.

Grandchildren. Just the thought of it brought a smile to my face, and it stirred other thoughts too. "Roger, what do you have planned for this evening?" I asked hoping he would recognize the sultry tone in my voice.

"Nothing at all, my love. That's the benefit of the open road. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. We can do anything we like."

"Well, there is one thing in particular I'd like," I replied, growing more overt as my husband failed to pick up on the hint, "I hope you brought your little blue friends. Maybe you should take one now."

"Oh, oh," Rogers eyes lit up as he took my meaning, "I'll be right back."

My hubby bounced up into the camper and I listened as he rummaged about in his toiletries looking for our new favorite pharmaceutical.

It wasn't his fault, Roger's work was stressful, and we were often in a rush. He'd been suffering from a little performance issues the last few years. When we were younger, he'd been five throbbing inches of manhood that made me clutch the sheets and plead for more. In recent years, we were lucky if he could get hard. It was hard not to take it personally, but he assured me it wasn't me.

Not that I'd given that much credence, I was forty and looking in the best shape of my life. Curvy, bordering on voluptuous, and in public I often had to glare at men who were leering a little too openly. I tended to cover up to avoid the unwanted attention when outside of the house.

Fortunately, the Viagra was doing the Lord's work. All Roger needed was a little pill, and an hour for it to kick in, then we'd both be set for a rather satisfying evening.

Roger stuck his head out of the caravan, "My dear..." he started slowly the way he always did when he was breaking bad news.

"You didn't?"

Roger looked down at the ground, "I'm afraid I might have left it at home."

I shook my head with disdain, "Well, we're not spending three months without that," I called, "Give me the keys."

"You're going to get it?" Roger asked, eyeing my glass of wine.

"I'm well under the limit, Dear," I set aside my glass, "and I know how I want to spend this evening, don't you?"

"I... ah... well..." Roger stammered. There really was nowhere for him to go but to agree with me. Anything else was admitting he didn't want to have sex and that would only be his anxiety talking.

"That's what I thought," I replied reaching past him and into the van pulling the keys for our spare car off their hook, "I'll take the car home and grab them. You look around for anything else we might be missing and text it to me, and I will get it while I'm there."

"Okay, okay," Roger began pottering around inside.

"It's all right, Dear," I tried to reassure him, "Packing for three months it was inevitable we would forget something. At least we remembered while we were here and not on the open road."

I gave my husband a hug and kiss on the cheek before getting in the car and heading home.

It wasn't exactly a quick ride home, and my imagination drifted eagerly to the thought of what lay ahead. I could feel my excitement building the closer I got to home, I just wished I didn't have to make the almost two hour round trip to have the evening I wanted.

It was almost six o'clock when I pulled into our sleepy little neighborhood, so it wasn't yet completely dark out. Halloween in Australia wasn't quite the production it was overseas, and several groups of costumed children were wandering the suburb.

As I pulled up to the house, I was surprised to find four cars in the driveway, and more on the street. All the lights were on and music was blaring out of the house.

Tammy must've invited some friends over for Halloween. Parking in front of the neighbor's house I stepped quickly past all their Halloween decorations. They always put in an impressive effort, but we rarely bothered. We were good Christians after all, and while we didn't want to rain on their parade, it was hardly the holiday we wished to celebrate.

Freshly dug graves in the lawn, painted crates that made it look like zombies were clawing their way out of hell, it was unseemly. I'd always put out a couple of pumpkins and hung a skeleton on the door, but that was mostly for Tammy's benefit. It looked paltry by comparison, but we didn't want the other members of our congregation to think ill of us.

Not wanting to interrupt, I knocked at the front door, but no one answered.

Perhaps the music was to ward of the trick or treaters so they weren't disturbed. I certainly didn't want to be a party pooper, and I didn't want Tammy to think I was here to check up on her and Damon. So, I went around the side and let myself in through the laundry.

Inside the music was even louder. I worried they would be due for a noise complaint if they didn't do something about it. Still, I didn't want to be the nagging mother, best they be left to work that one out for themselves. It was Halloween, perhaps it would be a few hours before the neighbors lost patience with them. Still, I couldn't help but check on the festivities.

So, I stuck my head out of the laundry into the hall and stopped dead, my house had been transformed. There were red lights everywhere, most of the normal overhead lights were switched off, and several new pieces of furniture had been added.

What concerned me though was the giant X that was sitting in my living room. Even more concerning was the naked man who appeared to be cuffed to the X, his bare ass was on display, as a woman in tight black latex and a nun's cowl appeared to be whipping him with a leather crop.

The man let out a whimpering moan, somewhere between pleasure and pain, as I stood there trembling, unsure what I'd walked in on.

The woman turned and regarded me with a smile. Holding out the whip she cocked her head to the side and asked. "Would you like a turn?"

I shook my head and headed down the hall toward the kitchen. As I went, I stepped over pieces of discarded clothing, one of which I recognized from those scary movies I always saw on posters at the cinema, but would never have gone to see myself. It was a Scream mask, so I picked it up, not wanting to be recognized, and pulled it over my head.

I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible, but I had to know what was happening in my house. I made my way down the hall and looked out into the back yard.

My heart stopped, frozen in my chest. My backyard had been turned into a den of iniquity. There was a naked man dressed as a lion tamer, standing behind a woman that was unmistakably dressed as a lioness. The two of them were going at it with gusto, the lion tamer was in danger of breaking our outdoor table setting.

My pulse quickened and I felt an odd warmth pooling in my stomach and moving lower.

What on earth was happening in my home? What sort of Halloween nightmare was this?

Red lights lined the pool fence, throwing a dull red glow over the pool. A rather young and perky redhead was riding a black man who was seated in the shallow end of our pool. For a moment I was worried that I'd somehow broken into the wrong house.

Or at least I was until I saw her, my daughter, Tammy. She was on her hands and knees on one of our sun lounges, wearing what looked like a crude approximation of a nurse outfit. It took some imagination, as there wasn't much of it, apart from the nurse's hat perched on her head, and she was otherwise naked but for a white garter belt. In front of her, Damon, her husband was standing in a white doctor's cloak and appeared to be thrusting his naked member into Tammy's mouth. The sight caused me to do a double take, as I'd never seen anything like it. Even at this distance, I could tell it was huge. If I thought that Roger was well-endowed, Damon was hung like a horse.

I knew I should look away. What sort of mother would watch such a spectacle? I couldn't, because a strange man in a devil's costume was standing behind my poor daughter, and his hands were gripping her curvy hips as he thundered into her from behind.

Poor was perhaps the wrong word to describe her circumstances as she appeared to be having the time of her life.

My married daughter was entertaining two men in the middle of this debauched Halloween hellscape.

My heart pounded in my chest and my breath caught in my throat. What was happening? Had I fallen into some dystopian nightmare?

Tammy was married, not that Damon seemed to mind. In fact, he had a broad grin on his face as he held my daughter's blonde hair in one hand and thrust into her eager mouth.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I thought Damon was a calming, steadying influence on her. I knew better than to think my daughter was an innocent princess, as I'd seen the men she'd associated with, but Damon was meant to put an end to her wild behavior. Instead, we had barely been out of the house a day and my daughter was throwing a Halloween orgy.

What would our neighbors think?

I backed away from the window, my heart pounding, I needed to get out of here, but not before I got what I came for. All I needed to do was get upstairs, and rummage through our bathroom and medicine cabinet. No doubt Roger would send a list, but that would have to wait. I'd come up with some excuse in the car, because I couldn't tell him about this.

Our angel of a daughter had turned our house into a den of sin.

What was worse, I couldn't stand the thought of the scene it would make if I attempted to confront her and Damon in the middle of this scandalous affair. The thought made me flush with rage. I would be the only clothed person and somehow, I was more embarrassed by that then they would be. Or at least that's how I imagined it. We would most certainly be having words about this when her father and I returned.

I tore through the house ignoring the couple in my lounge room and raced up the stairs toward the master bedroom. But it wasn't empty as I'd supposed. No, there was a man standing there, facing my door, his bare ass swinging in the breeze as he braced himself against the door. Not my door, mind you, because someone had replaced my door with an ugly, plain, internal door. I drew closer to discover they had cut a large hole in it, and he appeared to have his private parts poking through the hole into my bedroom.

"Oh yes, that's it. Right there."

If he was jerking off into my room I intended to tan his hide. Perhaps I'd borrow the nun's riding crop. Fortunately, he wasn't, rather he had his cock thrust through the hole in the door, and someone was clearly on the other side of the door helping him.

With the music blaring it was difficult to hear them, but it was impossible not to miss the telltale thrusting of his hips as he appeared to make love to my door.

I watched in stunned amazement as a complete stranger climaxed, his bare ass tensing as he finished in an explosive burst. He pulled away from the door, his cock still rigid, a smile as wide as I've ever seen was on his face, "She's good, that one," he thumbed towards the door as he staggered past me, "You'll be hard-pressed to beat her."

I said nothing, I was completely speechless, 'beat that'? I was more inclined to throw them both out of my house, but I didn't want to make a scene. If I embarrassed Tammy, she might never speak to me again. That wasn't what I wanted when I was hoping to be doing grandmotherly duties before long.

Grandmother duties? Well if tonight was any indication it wouldn't be long before my dear daughter was knocked up. If the devil didn't do it, Damon looked fit to get the job done.

As he padded down the hall, I approached the door and knocked. "No need to knock, just stick it through, I'll take care of you," a sultry voice called through the hole.

I had no intention of doing any such thing, but I couldn't rightly tell her to get out of my room, not if I wanted to get out of here without being caught. The longer I was here the greater the chance, and the more embarrassing it would become. What would Tammy say if she knew I'd been creeping around her party? Worse yet, what if she knew I'd been watching what she'd been doing in the pool?

My cheeks flushed red, but I had an idea what to do. So, leaning down I called back, "Tammy sent me to grab something for her, so, out you come." It was far from concrete, but it was the best I could come up with.

I pushed open the door to find an ebony beauty kneeling behind the door, slowly cleaning, what was almost certainly, the stranger's seed off her chest.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but I'm going to need the room."

The woman smiled up at me, "Better hurry, I'm sure the next one will be up here soon."

As she climbed to her feet, her considerable chest was drawing my attention as it defied gravity. There was enough silicone in there to start a semiconductor factory, but it was impossible to ignore them.

She caught me staring and looked me up and down, "I can stay if you like."

"No thank you," I whispered. Had I just been propositioned by a woman? Who were these people?

"You know where to find me if you change your mind," she trailed a finger down my arm as she brushed past me and out the door.

I closed it, and leaned against it, my heart was pounding in my chest.

I had to get out of here, but I also needed to find Roger's little blue pills. When I regathered my wits, I pushed off the door and raced into the bathroom. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet I soon found the little square boxes Roger had missed and gathered them up. Beside them was a bottle of lubricant, and I took that for good measure.

Taking my treasures I headed for the bedroom door. Only, when I got there, it wasn't empty. Right as I grabbed the doorknob, a man's penis was thrust through the crude hole.

I'd never been this close to one that wasn't my husband's. Ralph was a good five-inches, five-and-a-half on a good day. This one was a little skinnier, but much longer, and it had an upward curve to it, almost like a banana.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to leave," I tried to call through the door, but whoever owned the penis didn't seem to be able to hear me.

"Come on Crystal, you wicked minx, Steve is boasting about your work, so show me what you've got."

I most certainly would not. I just wanted to get out of the house.

Maybe it was the wine, or perhaps the raw sexuality of what I had witnessed, but I did find myself staring at that penis. It was larger than Roger's, that much surprised me, not that I was an expert. I drew a deep breath and leaned closer to the hole so that I could hopefully project my voice a little louder, "I'm not here for that," I called, "I'm just trying to pick something up."

"You can pick it up anytime you're ready," the man called back with a laugh.

As I stared at the bulbous head, I wondered what I was meant to do? I was a good Christian, so I ought to have opened the door and given him a piece of his mind for strutting about my house naked, but something inside me stopped me from listening to that little voice on my shoulder.

Would Tammy or Damon ever speak to me again? And what would everyone say when they found out my daughter had thrown an orgy at my house? I wouldn't be able to show my face at church.

As I stared at the bulbous head another thought entered my mind, Go on. Nobody will know. You're wearing a mask... who's going to find out?

I had to admit it was a nice-looking penis. Even with part of it hidden by the door he was still bigger than Roger. And he was hard! Harder than Roger had been in years.

The moment the rationalizations began I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

The sooner you do it, the sooner you can be out of here. You're just getting warmed up for Roger.

The rationalizations came thick and fast as I dropped to my knees, the boxes of Viagra scattering about me as I squeezed a dollop of lube into my palm. Tentatively I reached out and smeared it over the bulbous head, before gripping his shaft. I felt it tense beneath my hand, as my fingers closed around it and gave it a stroke, causing a groan to be carried through the door.

I worked him in firm unrelenting strokes. I hadn't seen many penises, but I'd played with Roger's plenty. I knew how they worked. Firm and steady pressure would get the job done.

My heart raced as I stroked the stranger. I tried not to think of my husband, but even that thought set of a chain reaction of guilt in my brain. Was a hand-job cheating? Surely it was?

I was breaking my marital vows and didn't even know who I was breaking them with. There was a wicked taboo about the anonymity of the whole torrid matter that made my heart beat a lot faster.

I found my rhythm, working his shaft faster, and faster by the moment, wondering how much he could take. Roger always lasted a few minutes, then he was begging me to ride him before he finished. I enjoyed the sense of power that came from knowing I could break a man's resolve.

Even as I wondered how long he would last, the slit on his bulbous head parted and a stream of semen shot out of it, spattering right across my summer dress. I gasped as spurt, after spurt, shot across my dress in thick sticky ropes.

My expression bounced back and forth between horror at him soiling my clothes and wonder at just how much seed he produced. There had to be five or six thick bursts before he pulled his penis back through the door.

Then there was a knock at the door, which caused my heart to stop.

"Thanks, Sweetheart," he called with a chuckle.

I looked down at my ruined dress, and I knew that I needed to change. I rubbed what was left of my lubed and sticky hands on my dress, then pulled it up over my head. I was going to need to put it on to soak, but I wondered if Roger would ask why I'd changed. Perhaps better that I changed everything, that way I could tell him I'd put on something special for him, so I hastily unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside.

Rinsing my hands at the sink, I dried them, and rushed into my walk-in closet. I kept my lingerie in the bottom drawer, so I pulled it out, Roger's favorite. A racy black set with lacy knickers and a padded push-up bra. I didn't need the padding, but it made my chest seem obscenely large. If there was one thing I'd learned young, there was no such thing as too big when it came to most men.

I pulled on the garter belt and grabbed a set of stockings. Perching myself on the bed, I pulled on one stocking then the other, fastening them to the garter belt before pulling my knickers on over the top. Standing, I admired my reflection in the full-length mirror we kept by the bed.

"Kellie, you little temptress," I said to myself. I might have been forty, but I'd never looked better. I had a woman's curves and Roger was going to lose his mind. I turned to find something to put on over the top of my lingerie, but before I could head back to the wardrobe, I saw it.

Another penis. Sticking proudly through the glory hole. Penis hardly seemed to do the massive member justice, rather it was a weapon.

Almost as thick as my dainty wrists and thrust firmly through the hole like a baseball bat.

It wasn't curved like the last one. No, it was thick and straight, like a spear with a wicked glans serving as the tip, that looked like it could split a woman in half.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

There was no knock, no tawdry flirting. He just stood there, his impressive cock waiting for some attention. As I stared at it, I couldn't help but think it deserved that attention.

It was a beautiful cock that looked like it had been carved from granite. It was thick and masculine, a muscled member that could ruin a woman.

Or take her right to heaven.

I bit my lip, I needed to leave, Roger would be waiting. He'd probably already texted me the list, so I needed to get back to him before he started to panic. But I couldn't take my eyes off the penis before me.

It had to be twice as long as Roger's, and thicker too. I'd never seen anything like it. I could almost feel the heat radiating from it.

If the sight of the first penis had made me curious, and perhaps even a little confused, this one made me flush with arousal. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and the growing damp between my thighs.

I knew I should leave, but my mask was gone. I'd left it in the wardrobe while I was changing and I wasn't sure I could tear myself away from the door long enough to find it. Besides, servicing the first man had been a little exciting.

I'd love the feeling of him growing harder in my hand. I'd loved the thrill of seeing him reach his release. The fact he'd shot it all over me I'd expected to find repulsive, but instead, I'd found it arousing on a level that frankly terrified me.

The sight of the specimen before me demanded my attention.

Kneel. I heard the words in my mind, and somehow it just felt right.

I staggered toward the door, stumbling as I stared at the rigid symbol of masculinity before me. Tripping, I fell into the door, my cheek smacking into the penis. It was firm, warm, and unyielding.

Its owner didn't speak, instead, he just stood silently and expectantly.

He was a man used to getting what he wanted. Clearly. And why wouldn't he? I was a married woman, who until today had never touched a man other than my husband, but kneeling there, his warm member pressed against my cheek, I couldn't help but drag my face along it, my tongue flicking out to test the rigid flesh of his wicked weapon.

My hand closed around his shaft even as my mouth opened to try and take him into my warm wet embrace. He was thick, causing my mouth to stretch as I tried to take him, but ultimately failed. I settled for running my tongue around his thick mushroom shaped head.

Once. Twice. Then a teasing flick across the glans.

Then I tried to take him again, and this time I got most of his thick head into my mouth before I had to come up for air. So, I gave him the tongue treatment again.

Once. Twice. A subtle flick of my tongue across his glans.

This time I was rewarded with a bead of his seed which tasted surprisingly good as I swallowed it down.

I tried to take him again, this time leaning into him, and as I took his head, I felt the subtle thrust of his hips. It was unexpected, but drove the meaty weapon straight over my tongue and into the back of my throat.

I gagged. My mouth had never felt so full in my life. I stared at the massive weapon cross-eyed as it filled every inch of my mouth and still had some to spare.

I tried desperately to take some more, but only managed to gag as it teased the top of my throat. It was too much for me.

Used to Roger, I simply had no experience with a man of this size. I'd made a mistake. A terrible mistake.

Pushing off the door, I felt the cock slide over my tongue as I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet, and landing on the carpet, coughing and gagging from my failed blowjob.

"Are you alright?" the voice was deep, masculine, and seemed almost familiar.

I coughed and spluttered, and tried to answer, but was still trying to find my breath.

Before I could answer, I noticed the knob starting to turn. I reached for the door, but it was too late, it swung open toward me.

I laid on the carpet, my eyes slowly tracing their way up a set of well-toned legs, over the cock now dripping with my saliva, then they ventured upward, over a set of well-toned abs and firm pecs, coming to rest on a face I knew only too well.

"Damon?" the words sounded like a garbled mess as I gagged on my own saliva.

"Kellie?" he cocked his head to the side, "What are you doing home?"

"I, uh," I pointed to the scattered packets on the floor, "I just needed to grab some things... we didn't know you'd be..." my voice trailed off. Why was I being so defensive? It was my house.

Probably because I'd just sucked my daughter's husband's massive penis.

"Some things?" Damon stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, "Does Tammy know you're here?"

"No," I replied, "I came in the laundry, because I didn't, uh, want to disturb you both."

"Oh, so you saw?" Damon raised an eyebrow and gave me a cocky smile, "What did you think?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. What was I meant to say to that? I saw the pair of you double-teaming my daughter and it made me wet? Not on your life!

"This has all been a terrible mistake," I looked down at the carpet, "Just let me get my things and I'll be on my way."

"Here, let me help," Damon replied, crouching down he started scooping up the packets off the floor. "Viagra? That's what you came home for? Viagra?"

"I, uh, Roger..." words failed me.

"If you were dressed like that and Roger couldn't get hard, you've clearly came to the right place."

Damon's eyes roamed all over my body taking in my lingerie and grinning like a wolf.

"Damon!" I hissed, "your Tammy's husband, and you shouldn't be staring at me like that."

Damon laughed, "You think Tammy will mind? We joke about it all the time."

I shook my head, "Joke about what?"

"How hot her MILF of a mother is," Damon chuckled, "I've got to say, I never expected it to happen based on that act you put on when others are around. But I see the truth now. You've got as much tiger in you as Tammy does."

Tiger? Tammy? MILF? I couldn't even keep up with him. Probably because of the distracting sight of his penis dragging along the carpet as he stooped to pick up Roger's bloody Viagra.

"It's not an act," I stammered, "I'm not like this."

"Like what?" Damon asked, "Do you mean to tell me you don't always suck strange men's cocks for fun?"

Cock, it sounded so vulgar. "N-no," I shook my head, "I was just trying to get out of here, but you were blocking the door."

"You liar," Damon stood and took a step toward me, his penis dancing menacingly before me, "you practically tripped into the door you were so eager. How was it? Bigger than you're used to?"

"I did not trip," I lied, not knowing what else I should say. "I-uh."

"You did too, but you don't need to worry about it, Kellie. No one is judging you here. You can do anything you like. Everyone else is."

"You're my daughter's husband," I whispered.

"I'm much more than that," Damon replied, "I'm her daddy now."

"Daddy?" I stared up at him.

"Yes," Damon smiled, "and she's a very good girl who does what she's told."

"I don't understand."

"You still think your daughter is some innocent little church girl, don't you?"

I didn't. I'd seen the men she dated, but I suppose I'd chosen to believe what I wanted to.

"For our first date I took her to a sex club. She showed me her true colors that night and I knew I had to make her mine. You and Roger never asked any questions, but you should know we've been swinging since the night we met. We share everything, life, lovers, and now her mother."

"N-no, wait," I protested, "we can't."

"Why not?" Damon asked. His question seemed genuine. It wasn't pushy or petulant, just inquiring.

"I'm her mother," I replied.

"She won't care," Damon replied.

"I'm m-married."

He laughed, "That didn't stop you before. You gave Joe a hand job and you were trying to swallow me whole. Don't tell me you aren't a little curious."

"I, uh..." I sounded like a stuttering idiot. But frankly, nothing in my life had prepared me for being propositioned by my daughter's husband, particularly while he was standing buck-naked, with the biggest penis I'd ever seen jutting out toward my face. Penis didn't even feel like the right word for such a monster.

"Tell you what, Kellie, I'll give you these," Damon held out the stack of Viagra, "and if you want to leave, I'm not stopping you. You can head on back to the caravan with Roger for some more of the same sex you've been having for the last two decades."

That was exactly what I should do. I knew it, Damon knew it, and I'm sure Roger, if he had a vote, would vehemently insist on it.

"Or you can ask me nicely and I'll make you feel things you've never felt before." Damon had a cocky grin from ear-to-ear. He wanted me to ask, for what? Sex?

"So, what's it going to be?" he shook the Viagra, "You get one chance, Kellie. If you walk out of here, we will never speak of this again. If you stay, I'm going to make you scream so loud they'll hear you in the pool."

That thought both excited and terrified me. So did the fact he was making it my choice. He wasn't trying to force me. No, he was a man with a houseful of nubile young women no doubt eager to experience everything he had to offer.

I was a married woman with only one other prospect. Another night with my husband praying the Viagra did its job well, and even if it did, it wouldn't be anything like Damon's meaty member.

Cock.

That's what it was. Penis just didn't sound right on something that size. Vulgar it might be, but it just sounded right.

"If I stay, do you promise not to tell Tammy?" I asked. Perhaps if I hid my sin from my daughter no one else would learn what I had done.

"I do not," Damon chuckled, shattering that hope. "We have no secrets. If you want this, you want it knowing she's going to be aware of everything. She's going to know that even her prudish mother couldn't say no to her new daddy."

"Prudish?" I swallowed.

"Well, all current evidence to the contrary," Damon replied, "You have been a little up tight, but don't worry, I'll soon fix that."

Fix that? He was speaking about adultery like a personal trainer offering to help me stretch before a workout. How could he be so cavalier?

I looked into his dark brown eyes and realized the truth, he already knew he'd won. He wasn't trying to convince me, no, he was just trying to bring me to the realization that I wasn't going to leave this room until I'd got what I needed. Yes, needed.

I'd come here for Viagra, but what I really needed was a rock-hard cock. And the most impressive one I'd ever seen was hovering over me just waiting for my answer.

"So, what's it going to be?" Damon asked waving the Viagra before me, "Do you need some of these, or some of this?" he asked me as his hand moved to his cock and stroked it.

I licked my lips, I couldn't help it. Just looking at his cocky grin, he knew he had me. There was no point pretending, because I wanted more, I needed more.

"I'd like some more of that please," I whispered. Even though I'd said the words, I could scarcely believe they had come out of my mouth. It was the lust speaking, and the burning need I could feel between my thighs had taken over from my brain and was doing all the thinking, or lack thereof, for me.

Damon's smile grew broader as he tossed the Viagra onto the bed, "I've wanted you for a long time." He scooped up the discarded bottle of lube and started toward me.

"Why?" I asked. I was propped up on my elbows on the carpet floor of my own bedroom staring up at what had to be one of the hottest men I'd ever seen, "Why me?"

"Have you seen you?" Damon chuckled as he strode up to me, "You're hot as hell and I've always had a soft spot for MILFs."

"MILF?"

"It's an acronym," Damon replied, "Stands for Mom I'd Love To Fuck."

A shiver ran down my spine. It was vulgar and flattering all at once.

"But most importantly," Damon grinned as he stood with one leg either side of me and lowering himself down until he was kneeling, his cock hovering in front of my mouth, "Tammy told me I'd never get you, so that only made me want you more."

I couldn't believe my daughter and her husband had been freely discussing whether or not he would be able to seduce me.

"Turns out she was wrong," Damon thrust his hips forward, and I opened my mouth in time to catch the head. Damon knelt over me, one hand on the back of my head, bodily working his massive cock into my mouth. I could feel myself gagging on it, but far from it being unpleasant, I loved it. I loved the fact there was so much of him that I could barely breath as I tried to service his massive weapon.

Damon thrust away eagerly for a full minute before letting me come up for air. As he drew back, a long string of saliva hung between my mouth and his cock, "Hmm, pretty good for a first timer, but I think you need to use all of your assets."

Before I knew what he was doing he'd lowered the bottle of lube to my bra-clad breasts and started pumping lube onto the considerable canyon of cleavage I was presenting him with.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see. Go on, lay down flat, it will be easier." I did as I was told, eager to see what he had in mind.

Damon traced his hand over the cup of my bra, lingering as he found the hard nub of my nipple, and after teasing it for a moment, his hand continued over my cleavage until his finger was hooked around the strappy center of my bra.

Lifting it away from my chest, I thought he was trying to cause my breasts to spill out. But rather than wait for them to spill out, Damon lowered himself and fed his cock beneath my bra.

It slid between my lubed-up breasts and was held in place by my bra. Damon was so large that each forward thrust nudged my lips with his considerable cock.

"Open wide, Dear," Damon chuckled, "We're about to knock something off my bucket list."

I wasn't in the habit of being submissive in the bedroom, but with Damon's muscled bulk pinning me to the carpet, and his massive cock gliding back and forth between my breasts, I wasn't in any position to argue.

"Bucket list?" I asked between bobs on the angry looking head of his massive member.

"Oh, yes," Damon laughed, his hands mauling my chest as he thrust back and forth, "your tits are so big, Kellie, and I've always wanted to see if I could fuck them properly while you suck on my cock. Be a dear and get it nice and wet."

I don't know how long we laid there, with Damon eagerly thrusting his endowment past my chest and into my mouth, all the while his fingers probed, and pulled, and teased at my bra. When he eventually tired of it, he lifted my head with one hand, reached behind my back, and undid it with a deft flick of his wrist.

The combined pressure from his cock and my breasts caused it to pop up off my chest, held in place only by the straps over my shoulders. My breasts spilled out of it and were soon being mauled by my eager son-in-law.

My nipples were painfully hard and Damon was relentless. Teasing, squeezing, and tugging at them as I gagged on his massive member. I almost didn't notice as he slid one hand off my right breast until I felt it tugging at my lacy knickers.

He pulled them aside and pressed his fingers to my married sex. My lips parted eagerly for him and a finger slipped inside me. I could feel my heat pulsing in waves as my son-in-law fingered me.

"You're so wet for me, Kellie," Damon chuckled, "That's good, because you're going to need that."

I knew what he meant, I'd just never before been in a scenario where the man I was with was so confident that he was going to take me, or that he was willing to comment on how wet I might need to be.

I could take Roger with a drop of lube, but as I stared cross-eyed down the shaft of Damon's cock, I worried that no amount of lube would be sufficient to get it inside of me.

Not that it mattered, with one hand mauling my left breast, and the other fingering my soaked sex, I was already close. I could feel the tingling pleasure building in my sex. Hoping and pleading for him to just keep that pressure on, with his fingers probing away inside me as his palm slapped against my clit.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

It was ecstasy and agony all at once. I'd never been so aroused in my life, but looking up into the eyes of my daughter's husband was guilt inducing. I shouldn't be doing this to Roger, or my daughter, but I didn't want him to stop.

"That's it, Kellie, cum for me. Cum for your daughter's husband. You know you want to."

"I shouldn't," I gasped.

"You will," he growled, as his palm slapped against my clit, over, and over, "You're going to cum on my fingers and then you're going to cum on my cock. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be hooked on my dick, just like your daughter."

"Noooo," I groaned, my lips protesting even as my hips ground against his probing fingers, "I'm going to..."

"Who's your daddy?" Damon growled as his fingers twisted my left nipple, tugging at it ever so tenderly."

"Hnnng!" My groans filled the bedroom that I usually shared with my husband, but Damon was relentless.

"Say it!" Damon commanded, "Say it and I'll let you cum. It won't be the last time tonight, I promise."

The threat of multiple orgasms spoke straight to the burning lust in my soul. I couldn't, he was my daughter's husband. I was married, and Roger was my husband.

And yet, at this moment, his every word demanded my attention. His command, my only concern, and my brain was already seeking out his promised orgasm.

I was meant to be a good Christian wife, but instead, I was panting like a dirty whore.

"You are," I groaned, throwing my head back and arching my back.

His cock trailed saliva and pre-cum over my cheek and neck. My arched back only accentuated the cleavage he was eagerly thrusting at. I couldn't look him in the eye, "You're my daddy!" I shouted, "You're my daddy! You're my... cumming!"

My body convulsed as his finger tips grazed back and forth across my g-spot, all the while his palm ground against my clit.

"Oh, my God!" I bellowed, "I'm cumming!"

"I know," Damon chuckled, working his palm against me, "That's a good MILF. Cum for daddy."

There was that 'MILF' word again. It was so vulgar, yet at this moment I didn't care. I was orgasming and begging for more, as he thrust back and forth through my cleavage.

Jolts of pleasure started at my g-spot and reverberated through me. My clit throbbed with a steady ache as his palm slapped against it, again, and again, and the gentle tugging at my nipple only seemed to heighten the sensation.

"I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming!"

Until tonight I'd never even considered referring to a man as daddy. If I'm being honest, anything that would have elevated a man, while signifying my subservience, would have been unfathomable to me.

But as I came, sucking and slurping on his thick cock, while he used my breasts as his own personal sex toy, I found the term more enticing. There was something wickedly liberating about not needing to be in charge all the time.

With Roger, I told him what to do, how to do it, and for long. If I was lucky, he'd help me get off before he lost control of his little penis and shot a puddle of his seed onto my stomach.

But Damon knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to tell me exactly what I needed to do, not just for him, but for me. It was as if he knew my body better than I did, or perhaps my mind. Everything was new and it was wondrously orgasmic as I spasmed on his strong hand.

"Who's my good little MILF?" Damon teased, as his finger was still sliding in and out of my soaked sex.

"Me," I panted, my voice a breathy whisper, "I am."

Damon smiled down at me, his expression showing pleasure at my ready submission, as he slid back until his cock popped free of my bra. Rising off my chest, he reached down and helped me to my feet, "Come, let's see what the others are up to."

My heart skipped a beat, "I can't go out there, Damon."

He laughed, "I didn't say we were going to join them. Just that we should make sure they are having a good time."

He led me to the bedroom window, and here on the second floor, we had an unimpeded view of the backyard and the pool. The scene had mellowed somewhat since I had seen it earlier. One man was sitting on the pool edge, the perky red head was in the water before him, and she appeared to be attempting to coax him back to life.

Another pair were laying on one of the pool lounges watching the only action still occurring in the back yard, Tammy. My daughter had pulled out a picnic blanket so that the dark stranger could lie down on it while she rode him, while another man stood in front of her, eagerly feeding his hard cock into her mouth.

"Doesn't she look happy?" Damon asked as he wrapped his arms around me. "She loves Halloween. It's her favorite night at the swinger's club. Just like you at the door, she loves no knowing who she is serving."

The whole sight looked surreal. I'd never expected to witness it, let alone in my own backyard while my daughter's husband ran his hands all over my body.

Damon was in no rush. His hands were fondling and teasing as they ran up and down my hips, brushed across my chest, and from time to time they squeezed the cups of my bra until my breasts threatened to pop right out of the cup. He seemed to like that visual as he came back to it, time, and time, again.

"She does," I had to admit as I watched my daughter grind away on the stranger.

"Tamas is one of her favorites," Damon chuckled, "apart from me of course."

"I can see why," I replied, my hand idly stroking his long cock as we watched them.

We stood there quietly observing the debauchery below for a few minutes before I felt Damon's thumb loop over my underwear. Without hesitation he pulled them down, over the swell of my ass, until they fell to the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you, Kellie," he whispered in my ear, his lips teasing at my lobe, "It will be the first time, but I promise, it won't be the last. Once you've had me, you'll never be satisfied with less than you have in your hand right now."

My hand stroked back and forth entirely of its own accord. I loved the feel of his warm, swollen member in my hand. As illicit as it was, I loved knowing that he was hard for me, that it was my mature, curvy body that he wanted. There were half a dozen nubile, young women around my house and pool, all no doubt ready and eager to take him.

But he was here, with me, his wife's mother, and he wanted me. I realized in that moment of clarity, that I wanted him too. I'd never wanted anything more in my life than to feel him inside me. He was two of Roger on his best day, and I'd never had anything like it.

Would I even be able to? I wanted to find out. I bit my lip in eager anticipation before a man who was so confident he could take what he pleased. Perhaps he felt my surrender, as a moment later his hands started up my body. One clasped firmly around me, his palm grasping my left breast through my bra, while the other moved up my back and began tinkering with my open bra strap.

All the while, I could feel him between my thighs, thick and warm, ready to claim what he pleased.

With a flick of his fingers, my bra was finally torn off. The weight of my breasts caused it to fall, sliding down my shoulders and into his hand. Damon pulled it the rest of the way, tossing it aside before taking me in his hands, his strong palms brushing against my stiff peaks.

"Mmm," Damon groaned in my ear, "even better than I imagined."

I looked down, and I saw that my breasts were glistening from the lube, and a little pink from the friction of his cock rubbing between them. My areolas were larger than most women and made my already large chest seem even larger.

"On the bed!" Damon instructed, "It's my turn."

My heart skipped a beat in nervous excitement, as I took his hand and led him to the bed... my bed... the bed I usually shared with my husband. This was wrong on so many levels, but I'd come too far now. I was aflame with need and there was only one thing that would quench it, Damon. All of him.

I was almost to the bed when I noticed the phone flashing on the comforter. My eyes went wide as I realized it was mine, Roger.

"Just a moment," I let go of Damon's hand and scooped up the phone just as the call rang out. Probably for the best, with my racing heart and heavy breathing I wasn't sure what I would have sounded like, let alone said.

What do you say to your husband when you are about to have sex with your daughter's over-endowed husband?

Nothing. Nothing was definitely best.

I opened my phone and saw the wall of notifications. Four texts and three missed calls.

The first text was Roger's list of things we were missing. The second, was checking in when I didn't respond. The third, and fourth, grew increasingly panicked.

Seeing my husband's concern is what brought the guilt. Here was Roger worrying that something had happened to me. I hadn't had an accident, instead, I'd wandered into an orgy, where I'd jerked off a stranger, and was about to do far worse.

I hastily starting punching out a response.

"Sorry, Hun, had a bit of a headache, I think I might lay down. Have a good sleep, and I'll be back in the morning."

I stopped texting as Damon slid his hand between my legs and started teasing my wet folds. His other hand continued to idly play with my breast, "Who's that, Roger?"

"Yes," I whispered, "Cut that out, it's very distracting."

I hurriedly typed away my phone as Damon laughed, "No."

Before I could respond, he spun me around and pushed me back on the bed.

I squealed as I hit send, my phone bounced out of my hand, as I bounced on the mattress.

"All mine," Damon's grin broadened as he towered over me. Reaching down, he placed his hands behind my knees and pulled me back toward him. His eyes roamed all over my body as he guided his cock toward my married sex.

"You're going to want to relax," Damon instructed as he rested the massive mushroom shaped head of his cock on my soaked lips. Slowly but surely, he parted my lips, lubing himself with the arousal dripping from me. His relentless teasing had me on fire, but the feel of him stretching me open was unlike anything I'd ever felt.

"So big!" I gasped, "How does anyone take this thing?"

"One inch at a time," Damon replied, as he rested one hand on his hip and pushed a little deeper, "By the time I'm done you'll never want anything else."

I'd never felt so full, and each stretch sent tingles of pleasures through my entire being. It wasn't hard to believe that women would crave this. I'd never felt anything like it and already I knew what I wanted, "More!" I groaned, "Please give me more."

"Ask nicely," Damon teased, toying with me as he teased it in an out, never giving me much more than the head.

I knew what he wanted. Even distracted by the sensation of his cock stretching me out I knew what he craved, "Please give me more, Daddy."

Damon smiled as he thrust forward giving me another few inches, and sending my eyes rolling back in my head, "Oh, my God," I gasped as I feared I might pass out from the pleasure.

"Nope, just your daddy," Damon chuckled, "Who owns this pussy now?"

Damon started thrusting in earnest, and each heady thrust sent waves of pleasure through me. I knew what he wanted, but knew I shouldn't. It was bad enough that I was betraying Roger in our marital bed, but ownership? I couldn't. He wasn't my husband, he was Tammy's. This was a mistake, a glorious one off mistake.

Damon stopped thrusting.

"No, more," I pleaded.

"Then answer the question. Who owns this pussy now?"

It was clear that while I needed him, Damon was in complete control. He wasn't going to give me what I craved until I surrendered to him completely. My rationalizing began almost immediately. I'd already come this far, so what would it hurt to say what he wanted to hear? I was just saying it for him, and I didn't mean it. Did I?

"You do," I whispered, "You own my pussy."

Damon's grin broadened, "Good girl."

Before I could say a word, he leaned forward, slowly, driving everything he had into me, one glorious inch at a time. I'd already cum once on his fingers, and while I'd never had multiple orgasms before, I was starting to realize that wasn't all on me.

I'd been working at a disadvantage my whole marriage.

Damon bottomed out inside me, filling me with his entire length. I tried to speak but nothing came out but a heady gasp.

"That's my good MILF," Damon groaned, drawing back and driving himself into me again, "Happy Halloween Kellie."

It was ludicrous, but from the relentless pounding he was giving me, it was hard to deny his talents.

Damon moved his hands from my waist to my breasts, toying with them, as he used me for his personal pleasure. Not that I could complain. My second orgasm came hard and fast and I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, as my son-in-law used me.

Instead, I used the mattress as leverage and thrust up against him as hard as I could. I was already in too deep, so I might as well enjoy every heady moment of it.

Damon grinned like an animal as he pounded me into the mattress. I lost track of time as Damon's massive member stretched me to my limits.

"I would fill you to the brim," Damon grunted, "And one day... I will... but for now, there are rules."

For now? What was he...

Before I knew what was happening, Damon pulled out, pointing his cock up at me. It burst like a dam exploding. Torrents of pearly white seed shot out of his cock, as thick ropes landed across my stomach and breasts, and some of it hit my neck. Damon stroked and groaned as he emptied himself over me, marking me. His mother in law, and now perhaps much more wicked.

And I just laid there, like his filthy toy, as he basted me with his seed, while I licked my lips and groaned like one of his slutty swingers.

As the torrent slowed, he raised his cock back toward my mouth. Never in a million years would I have let Roger finish on my face, and he'd have known better than to even ask. But Damon jerked his throbbing cock all over my lips and chin before offering me the head to clean.

It was filthy and wicked and exhilarating in a way I'd never experienced in my life.

I lunged forward and sucked it into my mouth. I'd made love with my husband many times, but for the first time in my life, I knew what it was to be fucked.

So, I was a good little MILF and did what I knew he wanted, licking, sucking, and cleaning the head of his cock, until no trace of him remained. I collapsed back on the bed, giddy, excited, and satiated. I felt like a young woman again.

Damon stood up, "That's adorable. My good little MILF thinks she's done."

I blinked in confusion. I'd climaxed twice already, and he'd finished too, at least so I'd thought.

"Hubby knows you're staying here and I intend to take full advantage before you leave on this silly ass camping trip. No rest for the wicked, Kellie, we're having a shower and then we'll be right back here squeezing three months of fun into one extraordinary Halloween. Come on, I want you in that Scream mask, looking out the window at what your life could be."

I stared at him in disbelief for a long moment and when I realized he wasn't kidding I took his hand and let him lead me to the shower.

That Halloween changed my life forever.