A Halloween She'll Never Forget

Halloween had always been my favorite time of year, my husband's too. We always went all out for it. We were high school sweet hearts and actually met at the school Halloween dance. Our friends had pushed us together since I was in a police uniform and he was dressed as a convicted felon. I handcuffed him with my dad's real handcuffs and told him I would only let him out if he kissed me. I knew he liked me and it gave him the perfect excuse to work up the nerve to make his move. We've been like that ever since, we push each other in fun ways and we've been with each other ever since.

We got married shortly after college and now that we have a house of our own we still go big for Halloween, but the stresses of life have naturally changed how much we can enjoy. My husband, John, is such a hardworking man. Rugged and tall, he's always had that naturally athletic build. He's a firefighter in the city about a half an hour from our house. I love that he loves what he does, but of course I worry about his safety and miss him when he's gone for over time and over nights, but I never complain. I know how much he values the work and what it means to him to be able to provide for us. His father instilled that work ethic in him. In a lot of ways my husband is like my father-in-law. Not just because they are both named John, but my husband looks just like his dad, just younger. It's like looking into the future and seeing what I have to look forward to. I'd be thrilled if my husband looks half as good as John Sr. especially is he keeps the same hair. My father-in-law has always been a big part of our lives, especially after my mother-in-law passed away. The whole family took it hard, but I try to fill that role of caretaker. I always make sure my father-in-law is included even when it's my family's turn to host a holiday or event. He always checks on me too whenever my husband isn't home. He's honestly become more like a friend than an in-law and I'm grateful for that and I know my husband is grateful for it as well.

Lately my husband and I haven't seen much of each other and it's put a strain on our marriage. We've always enjoyed a pretty great sex life, but work has been a killer for him lately. Barely home and always tired, we haven't had sex in nearly 6 months. The drought had been killing me. We made a conscious effort to spice things up. We started to watch porn together and introduced toys and roleplaying. We take turns picking genres and videos to watch to get us in the mood. One day a video peaked my husband quite a bit. It was a wife getting fucked by a group of guys while the husband was tied to a chair and forced to watch. He was more aroused than I'd seen him in months and it reflected in his love making.

"That really turned you on quite a bit?!" I said rolling over and running my hand on his chest.

"I just really missed you." He said downplaying it. He was a terrible liar. I could always tell when he was lying.

"John...15 years we've been together..." I rolled up onto my pillow, my full heavy breasts still resting on his arm.

"I guess it did..." he broke off. I could tell he was embarrassed. I wanted to show him it was ok.

"It turned me on too." I kissed his shoulder and allowed my fingers to trace his pectoral to his naval. "What did you find hot about it? Was it the actress?"

The actress didn't look like me at all. She was blonde, blue eyed, tall and slightly on the thicker size. She had stiff fake breasts and a round ass. I was a short, brunette with brown eyes, a 34B cup natural breast, slender slightly athletic physique and as my husband always said, curves where it mattered. I wondered if his tastes in women changed. Would he want me to get implants?

"No, she wasn't really my type, you know that. I just thought the premise..."

"Of her being with 5 guys?"

"And the husband not being in control."

I was shocked. My husband was always in control. Even when he wasn't home, the bills were paid, the house was cared for, the cars were maintained. Everything was perfect control.

I let my hand caress his thigh, massaging it a little while my wrist grazed his still semi erect penis. "Must be weird to give up that control." I suggested, feeling his cock give a twitch. "I think you'd lose your mind if a guy even bought me a drink." I chuckled.

He didn't say anything for a beat. His cock gave a twitch. He was getting hard again. "Maybe." He said at last, settling back further into the pillows.

I pressed the idea to test if this really was his fantasy. "I could just picture a guy buying me a drink at a bar when I'm in that red dress you like me to wear for our anniversary. You'd probably tear him limb to limb."

His cock was properly erect now. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft. "Unless I wasn't there." He said closing his eyes.

"You'd let me out of the house in that dress without you?" Now I was intrigued. Where was his head?

"Maybe I don't know about it." He opened his eyes and met mine. At this point I wanted to explore where this would go.

"Ok, so I'm in the anniversary dress without you and a guy buys me a drink. Obviously I have to say thank you. And of course he sees my wedding ring. Unless I had the sense to take it off."

"Would you?" He looked intrigued himself.

"No, I wouldn't. If he asked I would tell him my husband was secure and didn't care."

"Sounds right." My husband said, his arm wrapped around me massaging my ass. "And if he got handsy."

"Well I suppose if he asked me to dance that's pretty harmless."

"He'd probably want to grind on your ass."

"Probably. Could probably feel his erection against my ass. Probably put his hands on my hips and pull me tight to it."

"He might try and kiss your neck." His cock was pulsing as I stroked it. My own pussy was soaked. My husband's hand slid from my ass to my wet cunt. He felt how wet I was and knew I was as aroused as he was.

"He'd probably try and cop a feel of my breasts." I kissed his neck.

"Or run a hand up your dress." He met my mouth with his.

"On the dance floor?!" I feigned a scandalous tone.

"You'd let him."

"I would." At this he shot up and pulled my legs apart entering me once more.

"You want to fuck him don't you."

"I do." The words left my mouth. How would he react?! He thrust harder.

"Oh fuck that's hot." He was fucking me like a man on fire.

"You think so?" I was genuinely surprised. In 15 years of knowing him, this had never come up before.

"You call me." He said as he breathlessly thrusted.

"What?"

"You call me and make me listen."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My always poised and in control husband was fantasizing about hearing me get fucked by another man.

"You want to hear how much I enjoy his cock in me?"

"Yes" he gasped, his cock was harder than I'd ever felt it before.

"You want to hear him as he tells me I'm a good slut for taking his cock and his load so..." I couldn't finish. My husband exploded in an orgasm and sent his second load deep into my cunt with such force it triggered my own orgasm.

It might have been the hottest sex we've had since our honeymoon and we've always had a good sex life prior to this slump.

We didn't talk much after that, but as we lay there silently the thoughts of fucking another man while my husband was made to listen helplessly were swirling through my mind. After what felt like hours, my husband finally spoke.

"Did you remember to Venmo my dad for those things he picked up the other day?"

We were back to reality, the fantasy disappeared and he was right back to ensuring everything was in proper order.

"Yes," I said softly, rolling over to get comfortable, his cum still trickling between my thighs.

The next morning we woke and it was business as usual and neither of us spoke about the previous night. He went to work and I got ready to go to the store. The next few days passed uneventfully normal. My husband worked long hours, my father-in-law came by to check on me during the overnights and the autumn air grew colder as October waned.

I was watching TV on the couch around 9pm with our dog curled up next to me soundly sleeping when my husband texted me. "You up?" It was never a good sign.

"What's up?"

"Babe, bad news." My heart was racing. Had something happened to his dad? Had something happened at work? It wouldn't be the first time he ended up in the hospital from smoke inhalation.

"I have to do the overnight on the 30th." My heart sank. I was glad he was ok, but Halloween was our special thing and the costume party at O'Flannigan's bar had become a tradition we loved. We even took first place for our Medusa and her Petrified Victim costume's three years ago. Though I suspect that it had more to do with the fact that we chose to wear more body paint than clothing for that costume. I did put in a lot of work for our paper mache snake headdress.

"Ugh, we're going to miss O'Flannigan's :("

"I'm sorry babe, I know how much it means to you."

"No, it's ok, go make the money, I appreciate how hard you work. You know that." He was typing more. I knew his guilt would eat at him, I didn't want to pile on.

"I do... although..." The three dots danced as he was typing more. I wondered what other bad news he could spring on me. But then he said something that surprised me.

"You should still go."

"Alone? That wouldn't be the same."

"True". He continued typing. Then the dots disappeared. Perhaps he thought better of what he was going to say. I put the phone down and unpaused the show I was watching. Not five minutes later the phone vibrated again with a new message. "But it might be fun... for both of us."

"Fun?"

"Like the other night."

My heart skipped and then raced. Like the other night. Was he really suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? Fantasizing was one thing, but making it a reality?! The idea of actually betraying our marital vows never entered my mind even after fifteen years of marriage. I didn't know what I was reading. Was I imagining what I was reading? Was this a joke? Was it a test? Was he serious? How should I respond? "The other night?" Playing dumb was the safest option.

"Yea" his text was less than helpful. I didn't reply, I waited him out. My plan worked, my silence forced him to write more. "You could dance with some other guys."

"And then call you?"

"If something happens worth calling about."

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Was he looking for dirty talk? Maybe he wanted me to play along and get off. Maybe this was what he had in mind to make it up to me that we couldn't actually go to the bar.

"Are you touching yourself thinking about it?"

"Not yet... you haven't said you would do it yet..."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do baby, you work so hard, I want to make you happy." I still wasn't sure whether he was being serious.

"That's so hot babe, tomorrow you should go buy a costume. Something that's sure to turn heads."

"I'll be sure to send you pics ;)"

"You better. You can wear it tomorrow night and I can pull it off of you."

I still wasn't sure if he was just dirty talking. 15 years and this was a side of him that I had never known. "Careful you don't want to wreck it before other guy gets to see it."

"True. Guess you should buy two, I can wreck one he can wreck the other ;)"

"You'd love it if I came home from that party with a wrecked costume, huh?"

"Torn and stained" he replied. "Fuck, gotta run babe, call just came in. Love you."

"Be safe, love you too, text that you're back in one piece."

Jesus Christ he was horny. I finished my show, but couldn't focus on what was actually happening. I kept thinking about this new fantasy my husband had revealed to me. I carried myself off to bed, laying there and thinking about whether or not he was serious or just horny. I'm sure it would pass after he got off. As I fell asleep a final thought popped into my mind. I did have time after work tomorrow, I could pop over to the Halloween shop and send him a few pictures in sexy costumes just to give him a rise.

I woke up the next morning to a few missed texts. He had made it back in one piece, the call was a false alarm thanks to some hoodlum kids playing pranks. The calls always increased the closer Halloween came. He also sent two pictures and a video of his erection and cumming with the message "Thinking about you at the party."

Even after 15 years, I loved my husband's cock. The sight of it sent a tingle through me and it made me genuinely excited to send him pictures later in return. I'd even buy a costume or two to wear for him when he came home and he could pretend I was just used at the Halloween party.

I had another text, but this one was from John Sr., my father-in-law asking for the Netflix password. "Hi John, it's BrandyDog57$". If I had a dollar for every time I sent him that password I could retire to Florida in a mansion on the water.

I went to work and a friend of mine asked if I was going to O'Flannigan's, but I told her I couldn't because John couldn't come. I genuinely was sad to miss it, but I really had no intention of going without my husband.

When I got out of work, the sun was already beginning to set over the trees, the chilly air left goosebumps on my skin and I felt my nipples harden under my clothes. I bolted for the car, tired as all anything, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, but I knew if I didn't go to the costume store today, there would be nothing left by Thursday.

I cracked the windows so that the cold air would help keep me alert. Fortunately the store wasn't more than 15 minutes away and I made it there unscathed. The store was surprisingly quiet, which I appreciated. The 4 foot animatronic serial killer clown was something I did not appreciate it. I went towards the back passing the run of the mill costumes towards the wall of more adult costumes. There was the generic sexy nurse, cop, firefighter and school girl costumes, which didn't excite me. I scanned the aisle for something that jumped out at me. Hanging just below the last hook was a cat woman suite, completely made of black scrappy leather, a cat tail and an eye mask. Of course it was a size smaller than I usually wear, but I took it none the less. Not too far from the cat woman costume was a mummy costume with Cleopatra head dress, I pulled it and saw that it was one size bigger than what I usually wear, but figured I would try it on too. I went in search of the changing room, but just before I reached it I saw a red lace corset devil costume. It was basically lingerie except for the red satin wings stitched on the back. It has a matching half face mask with little horns. I grabbed it too, perfect I thought! And it's my size!

I went into the changing room and stripped from my work clothes. The costumes would require special underwear which I hadn't thought to bring so I took off my bra leaving just my panties. The store had been no warmer than outside and my nipples were so hard they could cut glass.

I tried the Cat Woman costume, squeezing into the strappy latex body suit. The bikini bottoms which were supposed to cover my ass slid between my cheeks like a thong leaving most of my rear end exposed. My bust on the other hand spilled out of the cross-body harness barely covering my nipples. It actually looked kind of nice otherwise and I knew I was sending it just to John anyway so I slipped on the little eye mask and snapped a few angles even making a purring gesture with my hands. My nipples pressed hard against the latex and except for a little squeaking I enjoyed the feel of the constraint as it hugged the curves of my body. I figured I'd send them all at once and to make sure he was alone. I sent him a text just to say hi, while I worked my way out of the body suit. Three texts came in, my husband replied "What's up?" While my father-in-law messaged me with two all caps texts, the first "HELP" then "PW NOT WORKING".

I sighed and shook my head. Here I was standing in my thong in a changing room and I need to play IT support.

"Try no capital on the D"

I decided not to text my husband back until I was ready with all the pics. I slipped on the mummy costume. It hung on my body a little too loosely, on the package's image the gauze hugged the model's bust straight across and wrapped strategically around her body down to her hips and pelvis. On me however this extra large costume drooped, letting my nipples peek through the already semi translucent fabric. I thought ifI was wearing a bra I might be able to pin it in place, but for now, I clicked the pictures with the Egyptian headdress on. I knew if I was wearing some dark eyeliner it would look really good.

"STILL NO?!" The message came in. I quickly swiped away from the camera app to make sure I didn't send anything I shouldn't.

"Double-check that the B and D are both capitalized, see if that works."

I took off the mummy costume and tried on the devil costume. It slipped over my stomach and rested right under my bust, the half cups just catching my breasts enough to allow ample jiggling. The tops of my nipples peaked out over the lace trim just enough to be discernible. I wondered if a little double sided tape could cover them completely. The bottoms were a straight up red satin thong that connected to red stockings and a small devil tail hung down which apparently was meant to function as a covering for the ass crack. I put on the red devil horn mask and clicked a few at multiple angles. Then lifted up the mask and blew a kiss.

"Are you alone?" I texted my husband

"WHY DOESN'T IT WORK." My father-in-law again.

"Change the $ to a!"

"YES!" My husband replied rather quickly.

I opened the text to my husband..."Doing a little light shopping. Which of these should I buy to get fucked by a stranger on Friday?" I went to my photos and selected all the pictures I took.

I stripped out of the devil costume and repackaged it. I put back on my work clothes. My husband still hadn't texted me back? That was weird. He should be begging for more.

I open his text. Last message..."YES!"

Nothing from me.

It didn't work? I open the text to my father-in-law... there they were... delivered.

Frantically I spammed his inbox

"DO NOT SCROLL UP.

DO NOT SCROLL UP"

THAT WAS A MISTAKE

DO NOT SCROLL

JUST SAY OK

DO NOT SCROLL UP

GLAD THE PW WORKED

PLEASE DO NOT SCROLL UP."

I copy and pasted the message to my husband and sent him the pictures so that he wouldn't become worried that I stopped replying. Oh my god, this is a disaster. I couldn't delete them, unsend them, he had them, he saw them.

My phone vibrated. "HOLY FUCK BABE, BUY THEM ALL." My heart was in the pit of my stomach.

My phone vibrated again. I expected it to be my husband, but it was my father-in-law. "Allie, I know these weren't for me, but absolutely hot. You almost gave me a heart attack, but at least I would have gone down smiling. My two cents, the devil costume."

I wanted to die of embarrassment. My father-in-law basically saw me naked and was even giving an opinion on what outfit an imaginary stranger would rail me in. I was flustered, excited and mortified all at once. I sent my father-in-law risqué photos, but he thought I looked good in them. What was happening? All because of a fantasy. What does one even say to that?! I needed to explain this to him.

"Lol just a game John and I were playing. Sorry I texted the wrong John!" A game?! Oh god, this was the worst.

The phone vibrated again "Did you buy them babe?!"

"Yes I bought them!" I texted back rushing to the car.

Another text came in from my father-in-law. I did it again! What was wrong with me? He thought I was talking with him too. "You bought them all? That cat suit was pretty hot too. Very flattering. I won't tell him about these pictures either. Our secret. I promise. Which one will you wear to the party?"

He thinks I'm having a conversation with him about this like we are talking about the weather! "I haven't decided that I'm going." I made sure I texted the right numbers this time.

"I bought them all." I texted my husband.

I put the key in the ignition and drove as quickly as I could back home and crashed on the couch.

I looked at my phone. "Well if you do go, the devil costume really did look hot on you. I think you'd have a lot of guys hitting on you. I would."

A surge of excitement ran through me. Was I turned on by my father-in-law complimenting my body? What was wrong with me?

"Well thanks." I sent in a hurry. Then added "Why did you like that one so much?"

I saw another message from my husband. "Wear the cat suit tonight when I get home. I'm going to rip it off your body."

"Meow" I texted back.

"I like the way it compliments the curves of your body without looking too slutty. It shows off just the right mount of skin to leave a guy wanting to see more."

Another surge rushed towards my pussy. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with anyone that wasn't my husband, let alone his dad. "You're thinking about seeing more of me?"

"Wouldn't be the first time." He wrote back faster than I had thought he would.

"Oh?" I wrote back at a loss of what else to say. "When did you start having these thoughts? ; P".

There was a minute where he was clearly typing and then deleting his response until finally he wrote. "July 4th party by the lake."

I wrote back, "I told John that bikini was too revealing."

"It left me curious for more."

"Happy I could scratch that itch tonight lol."

"Well if you ever want to accidentally mix us up again haha."

"We'll see if I go to the party on Friday."

"You have my vote that you go."

My panties were soaking wet at the thought of my father-in-law getting off to the thought of me. And now he was directly asking for pictures of me fucking another guy at Friday's party. If I wasn't expecting John home any minute I would get off to this twisted reality I found myself in.

But John would be home any minute. I grabbed the packages and ran upstairs and quickly crammed myself back into the cat woman suit.

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror looking at myself at different angles.

"I like it." The voice came from behind me. I turned around to see my husband in his uniform staring around me in the door frame.

"Want to pull it off of me?"

"You sure you don't want to wear this one to the party?" He said taking hold of two of the body straps around my waist.

"I'm sure," I said and with that he pulled them free. I pulled his jacket off and shirt off. The latex rubbed between us, I licked his ear lobe and he bit my neck. I went to pull off the eye mask, but he stopped me.

"Leave it on," he whispered. He yanked the latex straps covering my tits and they burst out.

"Which one will you wear to the party?" He asked, alternating sucking on each of my nipples.

"Whichever one you want me to baby."

"Wear the mummy costume." His hand was deep inside the bottoms of the cat suit now, fingering my clit as we talked. I was so close to orgasm, I could barely speak.

"Wh... why... that one?" I asked out of breath.

"It barely covers you," he groaned, "shows off your hot body in public. That's hot."

"I would... wear... a bra..." I almost came, but he stopped his hand.

"No bra." He said plainly.

"No bra?"

"You want to come?"

"Yes" I said eagerly.

"Then no bra."

"Ok" I shook my head, "I promise."

His hand began working again. The idea of walking around in public with my nipples hanging out excited me to no end. I came hard on his fingers. He ripped the bottoms off of the costume and took me. His cock was throbbing forcefully again.

"I want to see those gauze drenched in cum."

"Oh fuck yes," In the heat of the moment I said, "how many guys?"

He paused for a beat. He hadn't considered that would ever be a question I would ask. I genuinely don't know where it came from. "However many you can get. I want you to let your inner slut."

I erupted again. I don't know why I found that as such a sexy response. He clearly did too and came hard inside me. He collapsed next to me catching his breath. Unlike our last encounter, this time my husband was ready to talk.

"So when you go on Friday, I want you to pictures and videos and keep me updated until the phone call. I want to make sure you're safe during this."

He was back to control mode, but he was actually talking like this was an absolute certainty. I was caught off guard.

"You really want this?" I turned towards him looking him in the eyes to search for any sign of uncertainty. None came.

"Don't you?" He asked genuinely.

"I never really thought of it before now. I assumed you were just talking out of horniness. How long have you wanted this." There was a silence. I could tell he was debating whether or not to tell the truth. I put my hand on his arm to reassure him. "Tell me babe."

"Remember in college when you got black out drunk? And made out with that bouncer?"

"Yeah, you wanted to tear his throat from his body. You almost got arrested."

"I remember, but when I first saw you, he was squeezing your ass, your hand was stuffed down his pants and that image just stayed with me."

"Like another kid was playing with your toys."

"More like someone else wanted what I had. Like what I had was so desirable. Like I was proud of that."

"Interesting," I said, "I guess I kind of get that."

"Does the idea turn you on?" He looked like a puppy dog. I wouldn't dare tell him that I almost fingered myself to the fact that his father's compliments over my body was turning me on.

"Yea, I mean, it's a hot idea, but there's plenty of hot ideas, I wouldn't necessarily do."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, like having sex in public."

"We could do that."

"You know what I mean... but I mean... as long as you aren't going to divorce me after and you're really cool with this... you really want me to go to that party on Friday?"

"I promise, I won't get mad, I think it's insanely hot. I think we just need ground rules."

"Good thinking..." I knew the more boundaries we established the less he could have to potentially be upset about.

"You gotta give me periodic updates, send selfies/videos as the night progresses and share your location with me so I know you're position for safety.

"I can agree to all of that."

"If you need anything at all, just text me the word pizza and I will have the cops come straight to your location."

"That is appreciated."

"When you're having sex, I want the speaker phone on. I'll be quiet."

"Hot."

"I think you should take off your wedding ring so that you get more guys."

I laughed, "Honey, men are pigs, they'll hit on me even with the ring. Stops no one." He genuinely seemed surprised by this. "Besides it's hotter if I stroke someone else's cock wearing our wedding rings."

He shook his head in agreement. I could tell the idea was turning him on.

"Anything else?" I asked caressing his arm.

"One last thing." He sat up and I could tell this was important to him.

" if at any point during the night, you decide that you are done you 1000% have no pressure from me to continue."

"Thank you." I said, sitting up as well. "I do not think that that will be an issue, though this idea is starting to really turn me on."

The next few days felt electric between us. I returned to the store and picked out some eye makeup and face paint that I could use to doctor myself up a little bit so that my identity would be concealed a little bit more. I could tell that my husband was quite excited by the prospect, even his most mundane text messages were now peppered with little illusions towards the party. My father-in-law on the other hand went radio, silent. I wondered if he regretted what he said to me or thought differently of me after the accidental photos. The morning of the party I kissed my husband goodbye for work. I wouldn't be seeing him again until Monday evening on November 2.

"Are you ready for tonight?" He asked me with an excitement in his voice like a kid the night before Christmas.

"I am! Are you?" I asked already knowing the answer to the question.

"Fuck yes! Just remember the ground rules. I'll text you when I get to work".

I got myself ready for work and just as I arrived I received a text from my father-in-law.

"John told me you were going to the party tonight. Said you would be back late. I will swing by to take the dog to my house so he isn't alone. Hope you have fun. Maybe you will tell me all about it one day ;)".

I truly don't know what possessed me to say it, but I quickly replied "thank you so much for taking Brandy! I will be sure to send you some pictures and videos from the party. :)".

I figured what was the harm, my husband wanted to show me off, my father-in-law had already seen my costumes, and there was no ground rules against it.

The workday went incredibly fast and before I knew it I was on my way home to get ready. I put on the mummy costume and cover my breast as best as possible, pinning the fabric up so that it wasn't painfully obvious that I wasn't wearing any bra. As I applied the face paint in black eyeliner, my hand was shaking with nerves of excitement at the prospect of having a sexual experience with a man who wasn't my husband for the first time in my life. I curled my long black hair and nestled the headdress over it. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied that no one would easily guess who I was without careful study of my face. I put in some large gold earrings that tie the outfit together well. I pulled out my phone and took a selfie in the mirror both from the front and the back I sent it first to my husband with a message " all wrapped up for tonight!" I knew he would appreciate a stupid pun. Then I sent the same pictures to my father-in-law and said "thank you so much for watching the dog later! More to come! ????"

I didn't know if it was just my perception, but O'Flannigan's felt packed. I couldn't believe just how busy it was. I don't know that I'd ever been at a party alone before. Ordinarily if I wasn't with John, I'd at least have some friends to go with, but given the nature of tonight, I figured the less people thought I was there the better. As I walked in a bouncer asked for my ID, always a flattering sign. I pulled some money out of my handbag for the cover charge and he waved me in saying "no charge".

My face must have looked a little confused, and he quickly followed up with "Bouncer's discretion."

I thanked him touching my hand to his chest. Last time I thanked a bouncer my husband went ballistic, though this 6'5" broad-shouldered bald man might be the lucky winner tonight if I struck out inside.

O'Flannigans outdid themselves every year for decorations. I made my way to the bar, feeling the stare of men and women alike looking at me, well mostly my body. I kept peering down to see if my nipples were exposed, but so far the double-sided tape held up. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. All of the bartenders were in matching pirate costumes. While I waited for my drink I looked around and people were already on the dance floor. The bass of the DJ was blasting some spooky Halloween EDM music. My heart sank for a little. John would have loved this. I really did miss him. But then I thought, I need to let him know I'm here!

I took out my phone from my bag and snapped a selfie of myself winking and blowing a kiss. I sent it to my husband and said "Let the games begin!" Then sent another one to my father-in-law with the same message. John Sr. hadn't written back, perhaps he was on his way to get the dog. John Jr. however wrote back before I put the phone back down. "Looking so hot baby! Any potentials?"

"I mean I just got here haha. Having a drink will scope it out."

I looked around. People really got into the costumes this year. There were some typical store bought costumes and most of the younger women were in lingerie. I thought of my devil costume, it definitely wouldn't have been anything special next to these women. A few costumes stood out to me, including a headless horseman who's real head looked rather cute, a rather elaborate Hades who had muscles more like Hercules, a Mad Hatter with makeup so on point it was either done by a professional or he was gay and a joker with ripped arms and a tattoos.

I was just about finished with my drink when a guy in a gorilla costume came up to buy me another one. I didn't want to be rude, but the costume wasn't really doing much for me and I didn't want to commit so early in the night to what was sure to be a stage 5 clinger. I took a lap around the perimeter. People were dancing to the beat, bumping and grinding. All along the edge of the dance floor the usual bar booths were occupied with people drinking, talking and making out. The music was getting good and I felt compelled to join the dance floor. I made my way towards the center where a Jack Sparrow and a scream mask were sandwiching a little bo peep who's ruffled dress didn't cover anything on her. Next to them an Elastigirl from the incredibles grinding on a Beetlejuice. I closed my eyes and let the music put me into a trance. I started to sway my hips and let the vibrations of the bass move me. When I opened my eyes I saw I was joined by three guys all dancing around me. They clearly and correctly intimated that I was there alone and like sharks sensing blood in the water circled in. The first guy was a tall man in a Julius Caesar costume complete with stab marks and blood stains on his toga, the second was a pharaoh in a simple black tunic, eye make up and head dress and the third was a superman who's red bottoms did little to conceal the fact that he was sporting a major hard on. I decided to let them each have their turn dancing with me.

I could feel Superman's cock grinding against my ass as he slide his hands to the hem of costume on either side of my thighs. He slowly pulled them back up, bringing the hem with them. If he kept going my entire ass out be exposed on the dance floor. I spun around so that I was facing him, thrusting my ass towards the Pharoah who promptly grabbed it with both of his hands and gave it a firm, hard squeeze. It felt amazing and foreign at the same time. The superman grabbed my hips and pulled me close against him so that my crotch was now grinding against his erection. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was aroused. I could feel with every motion my panties getting a little wetter. From behind the Pharoah also was getting hard and both of their dicks were now working against me. I felt my body flush with excitement. I was going to cum. I fought the urge. Then something happened. Pharoah from behind me reached his hand up guided my chin and kissed me. His tongue like a foreign invader explored my mouth, pushing against mine. The hand that moved my chin softly rested on my breast, cupping them and massaging them. No man had ever done that before. My body felt like an electric shock was going through it. Not to be out done the Superman began kissing my neck and joined the pharaoh in feeling up my tits. Massaging my nipples through the cloth which felt incredible. My pussy was absolutely soaked and I wondered if it was visible through the gauze. My hand reached behind me and squeezed Pharaoh's cock. It felt so big in my hand. I slowly massaged it under his tunic where only thin shorts separated us. He turned me around and coming face to face with him I stroked it gently through his shorts. I now used the other free hand to do the same stroking for superman.

I realized somewhere along the way I lost Julius Caesar which was a shame because he seemed cute. If I kept going with these two I was going to end up fucking them right on the dance floor. Almost as if me thinking it brought it into existence, superman came. I looked over and his face contorted as his dick started to pulse. I felt the hot wetness through the costume and without a word or a thank you he just disappeared leaving the Pharoah and I.

"Want to get out of here?" The pharaoh asked me. Was he inviting me to his house?

"I'll be right back" I said, making a b-line for the bathroom. When I got into the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror and recomposed myself. I made a stranger cum tonight and another one wanted to take me home to fuck me. This was some night! I checked my phone.

I had five messages, four from my husband and one from my father-in-law. John Sr. wrote "I haven't been this hard in a long time." I wondered if his erection looked as good as his son's. My husband was clearly worked up by the picture I sent him because I received: "Are you having fun?" "I guess that's a yes." "The suspense is killing me." "Are you doing it already?"

I enjoyed making him sweat a little bit. I thought I might get a little devious. I slid my panties down and pulled them off taking a picture in the bathroom of me holding them up. I sent it to my husband saying: "Headed back to the dance floor, these are too wet to keep wearing. Wonder who will notice?"

Another girl dressed as a slutty Harley Quinn costume was fixing her wig when she saw me send the picture holding my panties. I stuffed them into my bag. "Girl you're looking fucking fire tonight I wish I had the tits to pull off that mummy costume."

I smiled at her, "Thanks babe! You're ass looks great in those shorts by the way, are you hear with that tatted joker?" She shook her head. "Oh good, I might have to have some fun with him later." We laughed.

I went back to the bar. I was feeling good, but wanted another drink. Thriller was cranking and everyone on the dance floor was doing the choreography. I watched with amusement as I sipped on my appletini. I surveyed the bar when a costume caught my interest. A skeleton costume with his face half painted as dia de los muertos skeleton. It was my turn to make the move...