Hungry Like the Wolf

Hungry Like the Wolf

I'd been trying not to think about Megan since I got home from college. She kept circling back anyway. Three weeks since she ended it. She'd said we wanted different things. What she meant was she wanted to fuck other dudes. John Harper, specifically. I still had her fucking sweatshirt in my bag. Should've left it at school.

I grabbed my phone and deposited the bag of candy my mom had bought for the bowl by the front door. No point sitting around here... alone... replaying Megan's last text. Wyatt had texted an hour ago telling me to come over before they left for the Stephenson's annual neighborhood Halloween party.

At least that was something to do.

I stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind me. The street was already busy. Kids in costumes. Parents trailing them. A woman in black leggings was bent over on the sidewalk two houses down, digging through a tote bag while her son waited. Thin leggings, ass right there when she bent over.

Fuck.

Another woman walked past the end of my driveway in gray yoga pants and a fitted long-sleeve shirt. She had her blonde hair up, phone in one hand, and she turned to call out something to one of the kids behind her. The pants hugged everything. I watched the way her ass moved when she started walking again. My cock twitched. I adjusted without thinking about it.

Jesus. I need to get laid.

They were all out in force tonight. Neighborhood was full of them. MILFs with the kind of bodies that made my mouth water. I kept my eyes on them longer than I should have while I crossed the grass toward Wyatt's house.

None of them were Ashley Wolfe, though. Not even close. I'd known that for years. Wyatt's mom. And a sort of surrogate mom to me, I suppose. Since I was an only child and my own parents were often never around, I considered the Wolfes to be like my second family.

The women in this neighborhood were hot. Don't get me wrong. But Ashley was the one I actually thought about when I jerked off. Always had been. The way she looked when she came outside in the morning... or bent over in their kitchen... or laughed at something Wyatt's dad Dexter said. Her whole chest moved with her laughter. Tonight she would be in costume, too.

I already knew walking into the Wolfe household was going to make the Megan thing feel small.

The front door was unlocked the way it always was when they were expecting me. I let myself in and the smell of the house hit me first. Something sweet baking mixed with the cleaner Ashley has just used on the countertops. Wyatt's voice came from upstairs, then his feet on the steps.

"There he is. Carl Lambert. About time," he said, grinning when he saw me. He was in a Pink Floyd t-shirt and jeans. "Dad's still fighting with the head."

I followed him toward the kitchen. Dr. Dexter Wolfe was wrestling the head piece into place, ears flopping. Wendall the Wolf. Every kid on the block had been obsessed with the character for the last year. Dexter's face was half-hidden while he adjusted it.

Ashley moved past him in a blur. The sexy witch costume was exactly what I'd pictured... but even better. Short black dress, low neckline that barely contained her tits, a little pointed hat tilted on her head. The fabric clung to her waist and hips and stopped high on her thighs. She was wrestling a cookie tray out with one mitt, timer going off, already talking.

"Wyatt, can you grab the big bowl from the top shelf?" she said without looking up. "And Carl, hi, honey. There's pizza on the counter if you're hungry. Dex, the head's crooked."

Dexter muttered something under the mask. Wyatt went for the bowl. Ashley turned, reached for a spatula on the counter... but came up with a whisk instead. She stared at it for a second, then laughed at herself and swapped it.

"Oh my god, I'm all over the place tonight," she said. "If I forget the good candy and give them the cheap stuff, these kids will riot."

She set the whisk down and finally looked at me. The dress pulled across her tits when she moved. Tried to look at her face. Green eyes. Heat still hit the back of my neck anyway. Dexter got the wolf head settled and turned toward us, voice muffled.

"You boys ready? Stephenson's shindig starts in twenty. Ashley's got the door."

Ashley waved a hand, already reaching for something else on the counter. "Go. You boys have fun. Just don't stay out too late." She paused, then added, whispering, "I mean it, Dex. Tonight's the night. I'm ovulating."

Wyatt rolled his eyes where she couldn't see. I nodded and tried not to watch the way the short hem of her skirt shifted when she bent to check the bottom rack.

"Huh? What's that? Oh, yeah, sure thing, babe... whatever you say." Dexter didn't answer her directly. He didn't seem to be paying her any attention at all. Classic Dexter. He was already checking his phone under the edge of the mask, thumb moving like whatever was on the screen mattered more than his wife. Wyatt grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair. I followed them out.

The air had cooled a little. We hadn't made it 100 yards before the first kid spotted Dexter's costume.

"Wendall!"

Then three more. They came off the sidewalk in a rush, parents a step behind, phones already up. Dexter stopped and dropped into a crouch like he'd done it a hundred times. The wolf head tilted. One of the kids grabbed his arm. Another shoved a plastic pumpkin bucket at him. Dexter played along... voice booming and cartoonish through the mask while he posed. A mom in a fitted hoodie and leggings laughed and stepped closer to get the angle right. Dexter's gloved hand brushed her hip when he shifted. She didn't move away. Another woman in a low-cut orange top smiled at him over her kid's head and said something I couldn't hear. Dexter's shoulders moved like he was laughing with her.

The man's in a wolf costume and still pulling. I should be taking notes.

Wyatt muttered, "Jesus," under his breath and kept walking. I stayed a few steps back and watched. The moms weren't even being subtle. One of them adjusted her kid's mask and let her tits brush the fur of the costume while she thanked him. Dexter ate it up. He always did.

By the time the kids moved on we were almost to the Stephenson's house. Their place was lit up harder than the others... orange string lights... several plastic skeletons on the lawn... music already leaking out. Cars lined both sides of the street. People stood on the porch with red cups. Inside looked packed, bodies moving under the lights, costumes everywhere.

Dexter pulled the wolf head off as we hit the driveway and ran a hand through his hair. He was smiling.

"Not a bad start," he said.

Wyatt shook his head and went up the steps first. I followed, the sound of the party getting louder with every step.

An hour in and the party had settled into the usual Stephenson house party noise. Music loud, people louder... the good snacks already picked over. I was on my second beer and mostly people-watching from the edge of the living room when I spotted Wyatt.

He was against the far wall with Heather Chen. She was home from college, same as us, hair down, some kind of cat-ear headband that didn't match the rest of her outfit. Wyatt had one hand braced on the wall beside her head and was saying something that made her laugh and touch his arm. He looked locked in. He wasn't leaving anytime soon.

He's gonna be useless the rest of the night. Noted.

Dexter was worse. He'd ditched the Wendall the Wolf costume and was standing near the kitchen island with Mrs. Stephenson. She had on a short dress and devil horns. Dexter leaned in when he talked, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to look at him.

If he leans any closer he's gonna fall into her cleavage. We'll have to fish him out.

She was smiling. He was smiling bigger. His hand rested on the counter right next to her hip like he might move it any second.

Ten bucks says that hand's on her ass before I finish this beer.

Bill Bowers came through the crowd with a red cup and stopped next to Dexter. I was close enough to hear most of it.

"Hey, Dr. Dex. Just walked past your place. There's a whole group of kids out front. Keep asking for Wendall. Parents are standing there with their phones out like they're waiting."

Dexter's smile slipped for half a second. He glanced toward the door, then back at Mrs. Stephenson. She was still watching him.

"Yeah?" he said. "They'll move on."

"Doesn't look like it. One of the moms said they've been there 10 minutes already."

And there goes Dexter's night. Tragic. Nothing kills the vibe faster than a pack of kids who want pictures with your furry ass.

Dexter exhaled through his nose. He looked over at Wyatt, still deep in whatever he was saying to Heather. Then he looked at me.

"Carl." He jerked his chin toward the hallway where I'd seen him drop the costume earlier. "Do me a favor, buddy. Throw the wolf costume on and walk it back to the house. Let the kids get their pictures so they clear out. Tell Ashley I'll be home later. Then come back. Won't take you ten minutes."

Sure. Why wouldn't I want to walk around the neighborhood dressed as a children's cartoon character.

He was already turning toward Mrs. Stephenson again before I could answer. Wyatt hadn't even looked over.

I sat my beer down and went to find the costume.

Wendall the Wolf was heavier than he looked. I stepped into the legs in the hallway off the kitchen, the fur scratching against my jeans, then pulled the top half up over my shoulders. The zipper stuck halfway. I had to yank it.

The head was tight around my face, the eye holes small enough that the edges of the room went dark. It smelled like Dexter's cologne. Super. I adjusted the snout so I could breathe and walked out the front door.

If I die in this thing, tell Megan she was right about me.

The street was quieter than it had been earlier. A few porch lights still on, one group of older kids cutting across a lawn. I kept the head on. My own breathing sounded loud inside it.

The fur was already warm against my neck. Every step made the zipper pull a little.

Ashley was on the front porch when I turned up the walkway. She had the witch hat off, auburn hair loose, and she was trying to hand candy to three kids at once while two more tugged at her dress. One of the moms stood at the bottom of the steps with her phone out. Ashley looked tired and still smiled at them.

She needed help. ASAP.

Or I could just hang back and let these kids tear her dress off. Also an option.

I put two fingers in my mouth under the mask and whistled. Every kid on the porch turned. Then they were moving, buckets swinging, voices overlapping.

"Wendall!"

They hit me at the bottom of the steps. I dropped into a crouch the way Dexter had and let them crowd in. One kid grabbed the fur on my arm. Another shoved a phone at his mom and posed with his arm around my neck. I tilted the head, held still, let them get what they wanted. Ashley watched from the porch, one hand on the railing, smiling like she was relieved.

Great. I'm a hero. In a furry costume. Living the dream.

It didn't take long. The kids started drifting once the pictures were done. A couple of them waved. Their parents thanked me and herded them toward the sidewalk. I straightened up. Ashley was already coming down the steps.

I opened my mouth to tell her Dexter was gonna be late. She didn't let me. Her hand closed around the fur of my wrist and she hauled me up the steps, through the front door, and kicked it shut behind us. Lock clicked. Living room was dark except for the kitchen light spilling in. She walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the couch and I sat.

She climbed into my lap without hesitating. Knees on either side of my hips. Short dress riding up. Her hands settled on the sides of the wolf head. Perfume and candy. That's what hit me.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away for too long this evening," she said, voice low and pleased. "Are the boys still at the party? Because I need you to put a baby in me..."

Holy fucking shit. She thinks I'm her husband. She thinks I'm Dexter.

Ashley's hands went to the front of the costume. Found the zipper low on the stomach. Worked it down far enough to get inside. Her fingers closed around me and pulled my cock free. Cool air hit it for a second. Then she shifted forward on my lap, dress still on, and dragged the head of my dick slowly across her pussy.

No panties. Already soaked. I felt it right away. Wet and warm as she slid me up and down between her lips. Not putting me in yet. Dress was bunched at her waist. Her thighs pressed against the outside of the costume. She made a small sound and did it again. Slower.

"God," she said, almost to herself. "You haven't been this hard in years. Or this thick."

Say something, Lambert. Say fucking literally anything.

I should've said something. Anything. I couldn't. My mouth was right there under the mask. The words sat in my head and didn't move. She kept rubbing me against her, the head catching on her clit every few passes. Oh god. My hands stayed on the couch cushions. I couldn't make them do anything else.

"I love our boys," she went on, voice softer. "You know I do. Wyatt and Carl both. But I'm ready again. I want another one." She reached down, lined me up, and sank onto me in one steady push.

Holy shit. I was in heaven.

The heat of her closed around me all at once. She stayed there for a second. Then started to move. Small rolls of her hips at first. Old couch creaked under us. Her hands on the wolf head for balance. I could hear her breathing change.

She picked up speed without warning. Her ass lifted and dropped, the dress riding higher, tits bouncing every time she came down. The wet sound of it filled the Wolfe's dark living room. She rode me harder... chasing it... one hand braced on my chest through the fur.

Oh my god. I'm fucking Wyatt's mom. I'm fucking Ashley Wolfe.

I felt the pressure build fast and tried to hold still. It didn't matter. She ground down on me and I came harder than I had in my entire life... shooting thick ropes of jizz deep inside her while she kept moving through it.

Well. That's one way to get over Megan.

She slowed after a few more strokes and leaned in. Her mouth playfully pressed against the front of the wolf head, right over where my mouth was. A real kiss. Then she sat back, still on me, and exhaled.

She let out a sound of pure bliss.

"Mmmm. That was amazing, Dr. Wolfe. But we really should get ourselves together, baby," she said. "Next group of trick-or-treaters is going to be here any minute."

I was still rock hard. The costume made it easy to hide how bad my hands were shaking. I didn't answer her.

This is a terrible idea.

I'm gonna do it anyway.

I grabbed her hips... stood us both up enough to turn her... and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her dress flipped up... revealing my sweet Halloween treat.

I pushed back in from behind in one thrust and started fucking her. Deep and rough. The way I'd thought about and fantasized for years. She gasped and held on tight.

Outside, somewhere down the block, a kid laughed.

I didn't stop.

She began giggling with delight. "Oh god! Yes! Yes, just like that! Jesus. You haven't fucked me like this since we were dating!!"

This woman had been like a mother to me over the years. Now I was pounding her pussy passionately and methodically. She was all mine.

"Get it," she whispered. "Take it. I'm all yours. Fill me up again. Make me pregnant..."

I detonated inside her as she came on my dick.

Afterwards, Ashley smoothed the front of the costume and gave the wolf head a little pat.

"Go on back now," she said. "I'll handle the next few groups. Just don't stay out all night like you did last year, sweetie."

I nodded under the wolf head mask and left.

Fuck. Is this a dream?

The walk to the Stephenson house felt longer this time. My legs were unsteady and the costume was hot. When I got there the party was still going... music and voices spilling out the open door.

Wyatt found me near the kitchen. He looked past my shoulder like he was scanning the room.

"You seen Heather?" he asked. "She said she was grabbing a drink and disappeared."

"Sorry, no," I said. The mask made it come out flat.

He frowned. "Help me look. If nothing else, we can find a spare room for you to ditch that ridiculous costume...."

We checked the hallway. Most of the doors were closed. Wyatt tried one near the end and it opened. The light was on.

Holy fucking shit.

Dexter had Heather Chen bent over the edge of the bed. Her dress was up around her waist, his pants around his thighs. He was fucking her hard enough that the mattress shifted. Heather's hands were fisted in the blanket. Neither of them heard the door at first.

Wyatt stopped cold in the doorway, His face went blank for a second, then tightened. He lifted both hands like he was going to say something, dropped them, and turned around.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, dad..." he muttered as he stalked off down the hall.

Dexter's head snapped around. His face went dark when he saw the wolf costume and me behind it.

"Wyatt! Carl!" he said, voice strained. He kept pumping into her. "Fuck! This isn't what it looks like!"

It looks like you're nutting in a college girl while your son watches. But sure.

He groaned and shoved in deep. His hips jerked as he came inside her. Heather made a small sound and stayed where she was. Dexter's hand gripped her hip while he finished.

"Ashley can never know," he said, still breathing hard. "You hear me, Carl??"

I stood in the doorway.

Wendall the Wolf stood in the doorway.

I hear you, Dr. Dex.

I hear you loud and clear.

Happy Halloween.