Halloween Vixen

"Kate looks stunning, Harry. I wish she would give my Julia a few hints and tips," my friend Mark quietly complimented my wife, comparing her unfairly to his own.

I smiled at his words. It was true. My wife did look stunning at forty, even while wearing a witch's costume, hosting a children's Halloween party. The outfit was of course appropriate, but very tame compared to what she used to wear on Halloween, before we started having kids.

Along with her big, infectious smile and costume eye makeup, Kate wore a long, black dress with purple panels down the front, laced up tight over fabric which covered her large breasts. A black velvet cape hung from her shoulders, and a tall, black pointed witch's hat with a purple ribbon around it sat on top of her head, long, dark-brown hair past her shoulders.

People saw us as a strong, normal, suburban couple. Both forty, together for fifteen years, married for twelve with two beautiful, healthy young children. But underneath hid a dormant vixen-hotwife. I say dormant because I hadn't seen that side of my wife in eight long years.

The 31st of October has always been a big deal for my wife. Long before we became responsible parents. We were either going to Halloween parties or hosting them. Just adults in fancy dress costumes, getting drunk and having a good time together. It wasn't remotely lifestyle related at all.

Halloween, 2016 fell on a Monday, so Kate hosted the party on the Saturday just before. We were thirty and had been together for five years at this point and married for two. No kids. I wore a vampire costume, cheap and cheerful, but Kate made a big effort transforming herself into an adult version of Wednesday Addams.

The party was low-key with six couples and two of our friends who were single, Jenny and Kevin. We were all around the same age, twenty-nine to thirty-one, and like every other party, there was plenty of food, drink, music, and decorations. We left a big bowl of sweets outside for the trick or treaters, so we didn't have to answer the door every two minutes.

By midnight, everyone started to call time and go home, with most of the guys having to assist their wives or girlfriends after they had consumed too much wine. But it was a good night. Kevin stayed back to help us clean up. He didn't have a choice. The next quickest taxi was an hour wait.

Once we'd tidied up, which didn't take too long, we grabbed a couple of beers and sat in the living room while Kate stayed in the kitchen talking on the phone to one of the women who had left her purse behind.

My vampire costume was down to just a white shirt and black trousers. The shit makeup was gone, along with the plastic fangs. Kevin still looked good though, dressed as a werewolf in a torn flannel shirt and ripped, knee-length denim shorts, now minus the mask. The look suited him because he was already a hairy, buff, handsome bastard anyway.

We had known each other for years, but he worked in Dubai a lot, which is what we were discussing when Kate finally decided to join us, moaning about her friend always leaving something behind. Her costume was still intact as if she had just put it on. Glass of red wine in one hand, she turned the music back up, seemingly not ready to call it a night yet.

I had never seen "Wednesday Addams" looking so sexy before. The costume comprised of a tight, black, long-sleeved top with a crisp white collar and cuffs, the fabric stretched across her big tits. A short, black pleated skirt, which hemmed mid-thigh, and sexy, black platform heels.

Her dark brown hair fell in two long braids, framing her pale makeup, dark eyes, and dark lipstick. Bangs straight across her forehead. Her legs looked great walking towards us, even Kevin blushed when I caught him admiring. He gave me that look us guys give each other when we apologise without saying the words.

But I was cool about it. Kate was thirty and fit. I would have been concerned if he didn't like what he saw. The costume highlighted her curvaceous figure and showed off her long, sexy legs. I suspected all the guys at the party had a good look at my wife too, as I did at theirs.

"Dance with me, dear husband," Kate demanded playfully, setting her glass down on the coffee table when Rockwell's Someone's Watching Me came on.

Kevin laughed as I reluctantly submitted and put my beer down next to my wife's glass. She wasn't intoxicated, but she wasn't exactly tipsy either. Facing each other, holding one hand lightly, I kept my steps small because I'm a shit dancer. But Kate loved to dance, so was adding a gentle bounce and moving her shoulders to the beat, jiggling those 34DD puppies.

Then Zombie by the Cranberries came on. I picked up my beer and sat back down. My wife jokingly called me a boring old fart then looked at Kevin. "I need a dance partner," she insisted, waving him up.

He glanced at me, unsure what to do, but he looked keen, so I chuckled and told him to go right ahead. Kate was into it, swaying to the beat as she sang along to the words. I thought it was hilarious watching a busty Wednesday Addams and a muscly werewolf dancing together.

But then I noticed unusual, focussed attention near the end of the song. They danced with space between them, no touching, but there was lingering eye contact going on between the pair that looked and felt different to ordinary friendliness. It didn't prove attraction, but it definitely caused a twitch in my crotch.

The next song was Annie Lennox's version of, I Put a Spell on You. My wife lit up when the bewitching melody started, even offering her hand to Kevin. He accepted with a chuckle, then suddenly they were standing closer. With her left hand on his shoulder and his right hand at her upper back, their other hands together as one, they swayed very gently from side to side.

It felt as if they had forgotten I was in the room, smiling with lots of eye contact as Kevin followed my wife's lead. The dramatic feel of the song, the enchanting chorus, and of course, Annie Lennox's amazing vocals seemed to put a spell on them. No doubt about it, the slow dance exposed an unspoken, intimate moment.

My cock became rock hard watching them dance slowly, holding each other lightly but holding each other's gaze intensely. For a moment, I thought they were going to kiss when they moved even closer while staying with the dance. Then my wife glanced at me as if seeking permission. I nodded, giving my consent.

"If you want to kiss me..." she paused flirtatiously. "You will need to ask my husband first," she ended seductively.

Oh fuck, did my cock throb. Kate and I often loved sharing fantasies in bed, prolonging foreplay until we couldn't take it any longer. But I never expected her to do this for real, and especially not with someone we knew. Kevin looked at me a little dazed before clearing his throat.

"Harry, do you mind if I kiss your beautiful wife?" he breathed, shocked but aroused.

Kate knew my deepest fantasies, but she didn't know I had lived some of them out with an ex-girlfriend years before. But it was different now. Kate was my wife. We were still young. Only married two years. Kevin wasn't a stranger, and this wasn't planned. Things could get pretty messy and extremely complicated. I nodded anyway and took a long swig of beer.

They looked at each other for a second, both smiling. Kate with nervous excitement, and Kevin like he'd won the lottery. Then simultaneously, they leaned in and kissed softly. My wife let go of his hand and draped her arms around his neck. Kevin placed his hands at her waist.

The kiss was slow and deep from the off, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could hear how turned on they were with room for more. A bit of jealousy began to bubble but nothing that made me want them to stop. Watching Kate kiss someone else was different to years ago when I watched my ex-girlfriend doing it. I always thought those experiences had prepared me for anything in the future.

In some ways they had and in other ways they hadn't. I knew my ex wasn't the woman I would one day settle down with, and I never thought I would share Kate with another man, despite our fantasies. There is love when you have been with someone for a period of time, someone who knows how you tick, and then there is true, undying love a man has for his wife.

The love I held dear in my heart for Kate was suddenly pressing up against my lust, asking some serious questions as Kevin slid his arms up the sides of her body, brushing against the outside of her big tits before they went round her back and pulled her closer, beginning to exert his dominance over the kiss, exciting my wife.

Kate responded with a long exhale through her nostrils as she unlocked her fingers around his neck. One hand stayed there, but the other pressed firmly down his body before pausing with her fingers on his belt at the side. She then parted from the kiss and looked at me curiously.

Kevin seemed not to notice where her attention had drifted because their faces were still intimately close. He nudged her chin up and started kissing her neck, appearing to have become overwhelmed by my wife's sexy, seductive powers.

She looked deep into my eyes, seeking further permission as her fingers flirted precariously with his trim waistline. Oh fuck, I thought, shifting in the seat with a pleasantly uncomfortable bulge at the front of my trousers. I took another long swig of beer, emptying the bottle, then gulped it down nervously before nodding.

My wife gave me the wryest, sexiest smile I had ever seen and resumed the kiss, escalating the erotic situation when she palmed his crotch firmly and let out a sultry moan. His hands went south onto the black, mini plaid skirt, cupping her butt through the fabric as she rubbed her hand over the front of his denim shorts.

Hot under the collar, my beer bottle empty, no longer listening to the Halloween playlist in the background, I began to rub my own cock through my trousers, watching intently as my wife unbuckled another man's belt and then unzipped his fly. She slipped her hand inside with purpose as Kevin growled and brought his hands up to grab her big tits.

"Are you ok with this, Harry," he asked, his voice hoarse with his hard, thick cock exposed and throbbing in Kate's hand.

"As long as whatever happens stays between us three," I answered, heart pounding at the size of the thing my wife was holding, not knowing how far she was prepared to go. I'm six inches, average, Kevin had to be pushing eight with girth.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, kissing my wife before gently pushing down on her shoulders. "You pair of kinky dark horses."

Kate and I chuckled at his comment, but Kevin remained focussed. He got her down onto her knees then moved his hands to the back of her head. Kate rested her left hand on his thigh and wrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft, swallowing the bulbous head while looking directly at me. Eyes locked, she began to perform a very sensual blowjob.

That's what it was, a performance, and in that moment any jealousy or angst I had about Kevin being the stronger, fitter man with the longer, thicker cock vanished. I think I might have even fallen a little deeper in love with my wife. She never looked up at him or away from me for a second as she sucked that cock good.

"Oh, that's it, Kate," Kevin groaned, wrapping her long, dark brown braids around his fisted hands. But he didn't fuck her mouth, he kept to her pace, just like he did when they danced together. "Oh, yes."

I had a magnificent view, which was also a sobering one. Even though my wife was on her knees servicing another man's cock, her intentional, continuous, soft eye contact made me feel like I was the one being serviced. Couples who have been in that situation will know what I mean.

My wife had unexpectedly chosen to try out a fantasy that we had role played countless times before, using a trusted friend rather than a stranger to display her submission and pleasure in a way which felt directed at me. I received it as a gift, an invitation, and took my cock out to prove she held all the power. She would decide how far it went and how erotic.

"Ohhhh... fuck," Kevin sighed. I knew that feeling. Kate loved sucking my cock, and now it seemed she loved sucking his too.

After a few minutes of solid head, my wife paused, still looking at me, and slowly peeled her black, long-sleeved top off. Kevin stroked his cock, looking down at her, watching as she exposed her big, juicy melons in a black lace bra. She then wrapped her dark, Halloween lips around his cock again as she leaned forward with her arms behind, unhooking her bra.

"Jesus Christ." Kevin gasped in awe of her bare, 34DD beauties. "Can I feel them, Kate?" He then looked at me. "Harry?"

"Uh-huh," my wife muffled, one hand cupping his balls while the other stroked and twisted firmly along his shaft.

Kevin dropped his left shoulder, reaching then cupping her right breast, groaning when he felt its weight and made the soft flesh yield in his hand. He flicked the taut nipple with his thumb then did the same to her left breast. Back and forth, he played with her tits while she sucked him.

"I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?" he breathed, standing straight, a hand on her head as he thrust his hips gently, giving me the pleasure of watching my wife's big tits bouncing naturally as she sucked his erection with renewed energy.

Then Kate pulled back but continued to stroke his cock and massage his balls like she really wanted his cum. "Let's ask my husband," she teased, staring at me with a mischievous grin as she licked his shaft.

"Spoiled for choice," I chuckled, hand wrapped tight around my throbbing cock, edging closer to shooting my own cum.

With my arousal sky-high from the visual proof of my wife's desirability, and more importantly her willingness to share it under my gaze, I needed to find out how far she really wanted to go with that cock.

"Inside you," I croaked, meaning for it to sound more convincing than it did.

"Inside my mouth?" Kate smirked with a raised eyebrow. She knew what I meant.

I smiled, moving my head slightly from side to side. "Deep inside you," I replied, my voice lower this time so not to croak.

"Damn!" Kevin exclaimed, his hips thrust forward, still receiving a slow but firm hand job from my topless wife.

Kate looked up at him. "Kevin?"

"I ain't gonna say no now, am I?" he chuckled. My wife giggled at his response.

She then looked at me again with a smile that let me know she would do it. "Harry... are you sure about this? He's very big."

"Oh yes," I beamed as more pre-come seeped out the tip and ran down my shaft.

"You're really, really sure?" My wife gave me her final warning.

"Oh, Jesus, you pair are killing me," Kevin laughed, eager to know the outcome.

"I want to watch you get fucked right there," I said, pointing at the brown leather armchair close to where Kevin was standing, his denim shorts and boxers around his ankles, buttocks clenched.

My beautiful, buxom wife rose to her feet in the short, black pleated skirt and stood topless in her black platform heels. "You heard him, Kevin. My husband wants to watch me get fucked in his favourite seat."

"Make sure you let me know if either of you change your minds," our friend said, then grabbed my wife and kissed her hard.

Unbelievable timing, Kevin's taxi pulled up outside and sounded the horn. Me and my wife laughed while he looked like he had just woken up too soon from the best dream of his life. I put my cock away and reassured him that I would sort it out. He thanked me as I grabbed my wallet and left the room to send the taxi on its way.

When I returned a few minutes later, I was greeted to the sight of my wife on her back in the armchair, with the skirt bunched around her waist, her legs over the arms, platforms still on, and her hands grabbing at the cushion behind her, moaning and panting in desperate need of something.

Kevin was now completely naked on his knees, with his head buried between my wife's legs and his hands inside her thighs, keeping them wide apart as he ate her pussy like it was a delicious meal. I dropped my trousers and sat myself down on the sofa again, the seat still warm.

More pre-come leaked when I saw my wife's black lace thong on the floor in front of Kevin as he licked, sucked, and fingered her cunt towards an orgasm. She flicked her head to look at me but struggled to consistently keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds. When she did, she smiled. I was delighted for my wife. Kevin was doing an excellent job pleasuring her.

"Oh yes..." Kate panted, smacking her hand down on the back of his head, clutching at his dark curly hair as she moved her hips. "Fuck. I'm gonna come."

I had to release my cock. Hearing my wife say those words with a needy, drawn-out moan at the mouth and hands of another man had my balls ready to explode. Kate flung her arms out to the sides, gripping the leather close to her knees as she climaxed hard and loud in the armchair.

Once she had calmed down, Kevin leaned back on his heels with my wife's juices glistening on his lips and around his mouth. Then Kate extended her right hand towards me. She wasn't asking, she was telling, so I went over without my pants and knelt at the side of the chair, giving myself a front row seat of the action as I held her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I love you," she whispered, squeezing my hand as she smiled lovingly into my eyes.

"I love you too," I replied, squeezing back with an even bigger smile.

"Are you both ready for this? Kate?" Kevin asked respectfully as he got onto his feet with his cock rock solid to fuck my wife.

"I'm ready. Are you ready, babe?" I spoke, overflowing with anticipation.

"I'm ready," my wife giggled nervously.

Kevin stooped, hooking his arms around her legs, bringing them in closer together before he used his right hand to position himself. My wife gasped as her backside shifted to the edge of the seat, knowing she was about to get fucked by another man for the first time since we had met.

"Ohhh..." Kevin breathed harshly, pushing the head in slowly, making my wife moan.

Still looking at me, I watched her eyes glaze over as Kevin kept pushing deeper. I'd never heard my wife moan like that before.

"Fuck, that's thick," she gasped, putting her left hand out, palm and wedding ring against his stomach as if trying to stop him from going any deeper. "Oh, God."

"Are you ok, Kate?" he asked, his voice short of breath with only a few inches inside her as he held her legs wide open.

"Yes, just give me a moment," she panted, trying to catch her own breath.

"You look so fucking hot," I told her, my voice husky as I leaned in to kiss her.

Tongues twisting together, she moaned into my mouth and brought her hand away from Kevin's stomach to hold the side of my face. Her moans grew louder as her body began to rock gently in the chair. I pulled back slowly, squeezing her hand, and told her to enjoy every second of the ride as Kevin fucked her at that depth.

Each time he pulled back, four or five inches, Kate breathed in deeply and relaxed her grip on my hand, only for her to gasp out loud and squeeze tightly when he thrust those inches back in. It was incredibly erotic and exciting knowing he still had more to give if she could take it.

I continued to hold her hand with love and pride, watching her eyes open when Kevin pulled back and then close again when he pushed her into the fabric of the armchair. I didn't need to say anything or ask stupid questions about how good it felt. I could see, hear, and feel it kneeling beside her.

"I'm going to try a bit deeper, Kate. You feel ready," Kevin said, but waited a few seconds before pushing down a bit more.

"Ohhhh! Yes!" my wife exclaimed, letting go of my hand to push against his stomach again. "Go slowly. Yes. Slower."

My wife had also turned her head to look up at the man with his cock inside her. It caused a knot in my stomach, like I had just lost her to someone else, but I trusted I hadn't and stayed there in case she needed to return to me at any point.

She didn't return. Her focus, understandably, was on Kevin now. No longer just physically but emotionally too. How could it not with him stretching her pussy like he truly cared about not causing my wife any pain or discomfort.

"Oh... yes... Kevin... fuck me..." she panted, her hands gripping the armrests.

"Yeah? You ready for it now, Kate?" he growled, fucking her with long, gentle strokes which made her big tits bounce.

"Yes! Fuck me harder," she begged, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Kevin upped the tempo immediately, grunting as he fucked her hard and deep into the armchair. Kate practically screamed the house down, suddenly climaxing like I had never seen before. Our friend kindly stopped thrusting and kept himself buried balls deep, watching her having a seizure around his girth until she eventually quietened down to breathe.

Meanwhile, I just stayed there on my knees at the side of the action, wearing only the white shirt, stroking my cock slowly, edging for my turn. I knew in that moment Kate was officially a vixen-hotwife, and I was her extremely proud and honoured stag-husband.

"Ohhh," she exhaled, her pale Halloween makeup running down her face onto her shoulders. "That was something."

We all laughed before Kevin started moving slowly again. "Are you ready for my cum?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

My wife looked at me. Yes, she was back. I held her hand and shrugged with a smile. I felt her squeeze my hand before she told Kevin she was ready whenever he was ready. Then our eyes locked once more.

"Fuck! Here it comes!" Kevin announced, ramming his cock all the way inside my wife's well-fucked pussy before he came, ejaculating strong ropes of cum into her.

Those few moments it took for him to fully unload while he squeezed her tits was intoxicating for Kate and I. We never broke eye or hand contact for a second. We had just lived out a fantasy for the first time, knowing for sure it wouldn't be the last.

"I'm next," I whispered, kissing her lips.

My wife smiled as I stood up. Kevin was still deep inside her, his hands massaging her breasts while he recovered his breath.

"Thank you both. That was incredible," he said, reluctantly leaving her body. I saw it in his eyes, like he knew he would never get this opportunity again. And he was right. Sharing your wife with a friend is not wise, no matter how good he fucks her.

Taking my rightful place between my wife's legs, I couldn't believe the amount of cum leaking out of her stretched opening. It had trickled down between her arse crack, sticking to her and the leather.

I guided the head of my cock and shoved it in, ignoring the fact that I was stirring another man's porridge. It wasn't about that, it was all about needing to fuck my wife and giving her my load. She purred into my eyes, urging me to cum inside her. I couldn't hold it and came hard, grunting and quivering inside her slack cunt.

Once it was over, we all quickly got dressed. Kate had her back to us, pulling her black top on without the bra. She then smoothed her short skirt down before turning around. Kevin asked if we were all still cool with each other, promising he would never mention it to us or anyone.

"Well, it looks like this damn taxi is not coming. I'll take a walk and call another one," he said. We all laughed.

"Safe flight back to Dubai," I said, mustering the respect to shake his hand.

"Thank you, Harry. And thank you both for a lovely evening. You sure know how to throw a party, Kate. I'll see you at Christmas, hopefully. Oh, just as friends, of course," he chuckled awkwardly.

"You're welcome. Take care of yourself, Kevin," Kate laughed.

The moment he left we came together in an act of pure love and emotion. We didn't ask how the other felt, that was for another day. We simply kissed passionately in the living room before going up to bed. Naked under the sheets, after Kate had taken a quick shower, she stared into my eyes before rolling over.

"Any regrets about tonight?" she asked.

"No regrets," I smiled, kissing her lips. "What about you? Any regrets?"

"None. I love you, Harry. Don't ever think for one second that I don't," she said, smiling brightly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babe," I grinned.