A Halloween to Remember

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. He always checks on me 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. I always make sure my father-in-law is included even when it's my family's turn to host a holiday or event. Especially for Christmas when we go to my parents house. Even though he always buys the worst Christmas gifts.

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 in Dia de los Muertos skeleton. But he wasn't alone, grinding on him was short, blonde Tinkerbell. She was clearly intoxicated and her tits were spilling out of her top. I started to walk towards them. I was pretty confident that I could pull him away from her. I was a few feet away, when the Tinkerbell looked up and I could see clearly that it was Vanessa from work. Fuck. I wonder if she would recognize me. But where was her husband? Jimmy was equally as short as her and rather stocky. This skeleton was definitely not Jimmy. Maybe they were experimenting tonight as well? Halloween seemed to be the right time for it.

I walked up behind him and grabbed his hips, matching his swaying rhythm with my own. He turned to look over his shoulder, the kohl black faceprint that circled his eyes made the vibrant purple contacts he was wearing pop even more under the lasers and black lights on the dance floor. Without a word he craned his neck and kissed me. I met his mouth with mine and pulled him tighter against my body as prodded his tongue with my own.

He broke off and moved away. Before I could register his stepping away, Vanessa stepped forward and took his place. She wrapped her arms around my waist and reached with her open palms to squeeze my ass. I'd never kissed a female before and a rush of adrenaline surged through me. She was warm and her soft pillowy tits pressed just under mine. My right arm was still holding the skeletons hip, but almost reflexively my left hand sprung up to squeeze Vanessa's right breast. It wasn't the first time I'd touched another girl's breasts, but it was the first time I had done so in such an erotic, intentional manner. I felt my arousal dripping around my labia with nothing to catch it. Vanessa was pulling me against her own legs, I wondered if she would feel the slick wetness wiping off onto her.

The skeleton broke our kiss and began to make out with Vanessa while reaching around to grab my ass. I reached down and grabbed his already throbbing dick with one hand while reaching back up to grab Vanessa's tits with the other. I leaned in and kissed his neck. Then did the same to hers. She grabbed my hand from her breast and guided it down to the hem of her tinker bell costume. Her panties were already wet. I massaged her vagina through the moistened fabric while still playing with the skeleton's cock. She reached her hand over and helped play with the throbbing dick. I slid the fabric of her panties over with my finger tips which dipped just slightly into her vagina and found their way to her clit. She was just as wet as I was. Her face contorted and I knew she was audibly moaning though I couldn't hear it over the music. And then the unexpected happened. I got shoved. Hard. I stumbled a bit and snapped my head up to see who shoved me. It was Jimmy, her husband. He was in a very unflattering Peter Pan costume, and was ushering Vanessa away raging at her. I assumed he went to get a drink or go to the bathroom and Vanessa decided to wander off.

The skeleton came over to check on me. "Are you ok?!" he mouthed. I shook my head and gave him a thumbs up. He mouthed something else, I couldn't understand though. He pulled out his phone and wrote in a blank note: "Wanna check out the VIP?"

I took his phone and wrote back: "They don't have that here."

He shook his head and took my hand, leading me across the dance floor. He brought me over to the side staircase which lead to the upstairs restaurant. A bouncer was stationed there. I assumed it was to keep people from going up there because it was closed. The skeleton seemed to know him and we were waved right up. As we ascended a separate DJ was up here playing slower rhythmic pulsating house music.

The entire upstairs was converted into a VIP lounge with couches, low chairs, bottle service, and waitresses in barely there costumes.

There were maybe 25 people up there. It wasn't nearly as crowded up here as downstairs, but a lot more than I'd have thought. As we walked to the ledge that looked down over the dance floor I saw a girl on her knees sucking the cock of a grim reaper who's face was painted a ghostly white and he was wearing red contact lenses. No one else seemed to notice as they were in their own various states of undress making out or dry humping one another.

The skeleton lead me over to a small low table from which we could see the dance floor. He offered me a shot, not wanting to be rude I took it. It tasted horrible, I like my drinks sweet, this was pure tequila. The effects were almost instant as I felt the warmth creep through my chest. We sat on the low couch and I was very aware that my pussy was easily visible as a result.

The skeleton sat next to me, his purple eyes peering into mine. "I'm Jake."

"I'm Jasmine." I lied, I didn't want to use my real name. "I didn't even know this existed up here. And I've come here a lot."

He nodded his head as a man in a hockey mask walked by and gave him a fist bump.

"I own this bar." He said. "Thought this might be a nice touch this year."

I looked over where the woman who was giving the grim reaper head was now reverse cow girl riding him with her tits hanging out of her costume though I had no idea what she was because she was mostly naked.

"Nice touch!" I said. He placed his hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze.

"You were Medusa last year right? You won the couple contest?"

I was mortified. He recognized me. Did he know my name? Did he know John? I suddenly felt like I was cheating on him. But he told me to do this. Unless this was an elaborate test.

"Flying solo tonight? He asked gesturing towards my wedding ring. I nodded my head without making a sound. His hand inched up my leg towards my pussy.

"I think I like the mummy costume even better."

"Doesn't leave much to the imagination" I said. "And the double stick tape has been coming loose all night." I lied pulling at where I had taped the gauze. The fabric fell dropping low revealing my covered breasts. My nipples stood at attention begging to be licked, bit and sucked.

"You sure he won't mind?"

"He's getting off to it." I said, spreading my legs wider so that my pussy could feel the cool air. "He'd love to see this."

"Show him."

I took out my phone and opened the camera app. Jake lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth while running his hand up to my pulsing vagina.

I let out a soft moan as I quickly sent it to John Jr.

He wrote back almost as soon as I sent it: "Holy Fuck!!!!"

Jake slid his pants down and revealed a tall girthy cock that stood straight up as if daring me to sit on it.

The magnetism pulled me to my knees. I dropped my open phone on the couch and went straight to work doing my best to get it as deep into my mouth as possible. It took some work and some practice bobs before I found my rhythm. I heard him say, "Your girl looks really good with my dick in her mouth."

I looked up and Jake had picked up my phone. He was recording a video of himself with an angle of my head bobbing up and down. He moved the camera a few inches above me.

"What do you want to say to him?"

"Baby look at this huge cock! It feels so good in my mouth, I think I want it in my pussy next! It's going to feel so good when it cums in me."

Jake picked the phone back up. "Who do I send it to? John Sr. Or John Jr?"

"Both" I said between breaths as I worked my lips up and down his shaft.

He slid his pants completely off. I gripped his muscular calves and thighs as I pulled my head down deep to his balls. The traces of precum danced on my tongue as I thought about the reality of the situation. I gripped his cock and stroked it. The bare skin hot against my wedding ring. I thought about the day we said I do as my tongue lapped at a strangers cock. I thought about the vows we exchanged as I let my hands hike up the hem of the mummy costume that barely covered my body. I thought about our first kiss as a couple, as husband and wife, and those same lips now coxing another man's seed to coat her mouth. The images were too much. I was t doing this for John. I wanted this. I liked how it made me feel. I liked the attention and how sexy I felt from it. Since I was 15 I'd been pledged to the same guy. I was wet at the thought of another cock in me. To feel the raw power my own femininity had. I reached down to finger myself. The wet mess in between my legs was the proof I needed that this is what I wanted.

"Fuck me." I said. I thought I whispered it. I didn't. I screamed it. Jake stood. I did too. We kissed. Long, passionate. His cock smacking against my thigh, the make up on his face now running from sweat. I knew mine would be too. I didn't care, all that mattered was that I would feel that cock buried deep within me.

Jake broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes through his purple contacts. "You want this cock?"

"I do" I whimpered as I reached for it. He caught my hand before I could reach it.

"Beg for it."

"Please give me your cock, I want it so bad, I need my pussy to feel it, please fuck me, cum in me." He bent me over the couch and slid his giant cock into my pussy almost effortlessly. I was so wet, it felt so good. The cock filled my vagina, and pushed against my g-spot in a way that John never did. Oh John, the ground rule was that I call him during sex.

I reached down for my phone. It was hard to see straight, I let out a moan. I was so close to coming already. The call went through. I knew my husband was listening on the other side. I moaned involuntarily. "God this fucking cock feels so..." I broke off.

My attention diverted. Standing in front of me were two more guys, a police officer and the bouncer who initially let me in. Jake slapped my ass, and with one final hard thrust he leaned close to my ear. "You want my cum?" He asked biting my neck as he did. A shiver went through me. "Yes, I want it, badly."

"Then suck them off." I looked over and the cop and bouncer already had their cocks pulled out ready to be sucked. I thought of John listening. I wanted him to know exactly what was going on.

"You want me to suck off the bouncer and cop while you fuck my ass?!" I took both cocks in my hand. "Come over here."

I took the cops cock first. His was a little shorter than Jake's, still just as nice. I alternated to the bouncer's dick. It was rock hard and had a distinctive bow to it. I wondered what it must feel like inside my pussy. Jake went back to fucking me. I felt my body respond, I moaned loudly. The cop and bouncer were each fondling my tits as I sucked them off. They caressed them much more clumsily than Vanessa had. I wondered if Jimmy was 5 minutes later would she be up here with me sucking these cocks.

I moaned around the cop's cock as Jake drove into me from behind, the angle hitting deep. The bouncer's hand was on the back of my head, guiding me between them. My phone had slipped somewhere on the low couch, still connected, the call timer ticking away while John listened on the other end. I could hear my own wet sounds, the slap of Jake's hips, the occasional low curse from one of the men. I wanted John to hear every second of it.

Jake's hand left my hip and reached past me. He picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and let out a short laugh. "Speaker's on," he said, voice rough. "Your man's been listening this whole time?"

I pulled off the cop long enough to answer, voice shaky. "Yes. He wanted to hear."

Jake's thrusts slowed but didn't stop. He turned the phone so the camera faced him, then flipped it back toward me. "Hearing isn't enough." He tapped the screen. The call switched to FaceTime. John's face filled the frame. He was still in his station uniform, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. The background was the quiet interior of the firehouse bunk room.

"There he is," Jake said, holding the phone steady so John had a clear view. He angled it down, showing where his cock was buried in me, the sheer gauze of the mummy costume bunched around my waist, my wedding ring glinting as I stroked the cop. "You see this? Your wife's getting fucked on my couch while she sucks two other guys."

I looked straight into the camera. "Hi, baby," I breathed. "They feel so good. Jake's so thick."

Jake handed the phone to the bouncer, who held it up without being asked, framing the three of us. The cop stepped closer, feeding me his cock again. I took him deep, eyes locked on the screen so John could see my lips stretch around it. The bouncer kept one hand on my head and the other steady on the phone. Jake resumed thrusting, harder now that he knew we had an audience.

"Show him," Jake said. He pulled almost all the way out, then sank back in slowly so the camera caught every inch disappearing into me. "Tell him how it feels."

"It's so deep," I gasped when the cop let me breathe. "Bigger than you, baby. I can feel every ridge. He's going to come inside me. They all are."

The cop grunted and pulsed on my tongue. I swallowed what I could and immediately turned to the bouncer, taking him next. His curved cock hit the back of my throat differently; I gagged once and kept going, spit running down my chin. Jake's pace turned relentless. The wet sound of him fucking me filled the lounge, loud enough that a couple on the next couch glanced over and kept watching.

John's face was still on the screen. His hand was out of frame, but his breathing had gone ragged. I made sure he saw everything. Jake's hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, the cop and bouncer taking turns feeding me their cocks, my tits spilling out of the loosened gauze, nipples hard and wet from their mouths earlier.

Jake leaned over me, still fucking, and spoke toward the phone. "She's tight. Taking it like she needs it. You watching your wife get used, John?"

I came first. It hit hard and sudden while the bouncer was in my mouth and Jake was buried to the hilt. My body clenched around him; I moaned around the cock in my throat and kept my eyes on the camera so John could see my face when it happened. Jake swore, slammed in deep, and came with a low groan, pulsing inside me. I felt the warmth spread and drip down my thigh when he pulled out.

The cop took his place immediately. He flipped me onto my back on the couch, pushed my legs up, and slid in while the bouncer held the phone over us. I reached for the bouncer's cock again, stroking and sucking whatever I could reach while the cop fucked me. John had a perfect overhead view--my tits bouncing, the cop's hips snapping, my hand working the bouncer, my face flushed and open.

"Come for him," the cop said, glancing at the screen. "Show your husband."

I did. Another orgasm rolled through me while both of them were inside me. One in my pussy, one in my mouth. The cop finished a minute later, pulling out at the last second and painting my stomach and the gauze with thick streaks. The bouncer took the phone in one hand, guided himself into me with the other, and fucked me hard while I lay there open and messy. He lasted longer. Every thrust pushed Jake's and the cop's cum deeper. When he finally came, he stayed buried, filling me until it leaked around him.

He pulled out slowly, letting the camera catch the mess. All three of them were standing over me now. Jake took the phone back, panned down my body--smeared makeup, costume ruined, thighs wet, cum on my stomach and dripping from me, then brought it back to my face.

"Say goodnight to him," Jake said.

I looked into the camera, still catching my breath. "Love you, baby." I said breathlessly.

Jake ended the call. The screen went dark, and for a second the only sound was the low pulse of the upstairs music and the three of them catching their breath. My thighs were sticky. The gauze clung where it had been pushed up and soaked. Jake handed me the phone without a word. The bouncer was already tucking himself back into his pants, but he had his own phone out.

"Hold still," he said. He snapped two quick pictures; one of the mess on my stomach and the ruined costume, one lower, between my legs where everything was still dripping. Then he filmed a short clip, panning slowly up my body while I was still half-sprawled on the couch. He didn't ask. He just did it. A second later my phone buzzed with an AirDrop.

"Figured you'd want these," he said, voice low and a little amused. "Send them to him if he wants the angles we had."

I accepted it without thinking. The preview showed me exactly as I felt--flushed, wrecked, used. I locked the phone and set it face-down.

The cop had already put his aviators back on and was buttoning his shirt. None of them rushed me. Jake tossed me a stack of napkins from the table. I cleaned what I could, then stood on shaky legs and tugged the costume back into place as much as the wet fabric would allow. It was a lost cause. The double-sided tape was long gone. My nipples showed through the gauze no matter how I adjusted it.

"You good to get downstairs?" Jake asked.

"Yeah." My voice came out hoarse.

The bouncer walked me to the staircase. He didn't touch me again, just stayed close enough that people moved out of the way. Downstairs the main floor was still packed. The lights and bass hit harder after the quieter VIP area. I kept my head down and made a straight line for the bathroom. A couple of people glanced at the state of the costume, but nobody stopped me.

In the stall I wiped myself as clean as I could with toilet paper and fixed my face in the mirror as much as the smeared paint would allow. My phone lit up with a text from John.

"You okay?"

I stared at it for a second, then typed back: "Yeah. Heading out now."

I didn't send the AirDrop videos yet. I wanted to look at them alone first.

The walk to the parking lot felt longer than it should have. The cold air hit the damp spots on the costume and made me shiver. Once I was in the driver's seat I locked the doors, turned the heat on, and finally opened the AirDrop. There were three items: two stills and a twenty-second video. In the video the bouncer's hand was visible holding my thigh open while Jake was still inside me. My face was turned toward the camera, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. I watched it twice. My hand stayed between my legs the whole time, not really moving, just resting there.

I started the car.

Halfway home the impulse hit. I pulled into an empty gas station lot, engine still running, and opened the thread with John Sr. The last messages were from earlier in the night. He hadn't replied since. I selected the clearest still from the AirDrop, the one that showed the mess on my stomach and the state of the gauze, and hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

A minute later the phone buzzed. "Looks like a great night."

I didn't answer right away. I put the car back in drive and pulled onto the road. A few miles later I sent the short video then locked the phone and set it in the cup holder. The rest of the drive was quiet except for the heater and the low sound of the tires. By the time I turned onto our street my phone had buzzed twice more from John Sr., but I left them unread until I was inside the house, door locked, costume on the bathroom floor, and the shower running hot enough to sting.

Only then did I open the messages.

The bathroom mirror was still fogged when I finally opened the messages. John Sr. had sent three things in a row.

The first was a single photo: his hand wrapped around his cock, thick and flushed, the head already wet. He was sitting on the edge of what looked like his bed. No face, just his torso and the hand working himself. The second was a short video, maybe fifteen seconds. Same angle. He stroked slowly at first, then tighter, his breathing audible over the quiet of his house. Near the end he said, low and rough, "Allie." Just her name. Then the clip cut.

The third message was text. "Couldn't stop after the video you sent. This is what it did."

I stood there with the towel still wrapped around me, water dripping onto the bath mat, and watched the video again. My free hand had already slipped between my legs before I decided to. I was sore, but the ache only made the slow circles feel sharper. I didn't text back right away. I dried off, pulled on an old T-shirt of John's, and carried the phone to bed.

Under the covers I opened the thread one more time. My thumb hovered, then I typed: "You watched the whole thing?"

The reply came faster than I expected. "Twice. The part where you're looking at the camera while he's still in you. Couldn't look away."

Another photo arrived a minute later. Closer this time. His cock was harder, the head darker, a thick strand of precum stretching from the tip to his fingers.

"Still going. You home alone?"

I shifted onto my side, one hand between my thighs again, the other holding the phone. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the heat. Brandy was at his place. John wouldn't be back until Monday. I answered with one hand. "Yes"

Three dots. Then: "Good. Keep touching yourself while you watch this."

The next video was longer. He had the phone propped somehow so both hands were free. He stroked steadily, grip firm, occasionally pausing to squeeze the base. His stomach tensed. At one point he muttered, "Should've been me walking you out of that bar." The video ended with him grunting, cum striping his stomach and hand in thick pulses. He didn't cut it right away. The camera stayed on the mess for a few seconds before it stopped.

I came quietly with two fingers buried inside me, eyes half-closed, the image of his hand and the sound of his voice still playing in my head. When it passed I lay there breathing, phone resting on my chest.

A final text arrived. See you tomorrow when I bring Brandy back.

I didn't answer. I set the phone on the nightstand, face-down, and pulled the blanket higher. The ache between my legs had settled into something dull and warm. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should text John, tell him I was home safe, but the thought felt distant. My eyes closed. The last thing I registered was the faint vibration of another message I didn't open, and then nothing.

I woke up later than usual. Sunlight cut across the empty side of the bed and for a few seconds the night before felt like something I had dreamed in sharp detail. Then I reached for my phone. The videos were still there. The AirDrop from the bouncer. The ones John Sr. had sent. I watched the short clip of myself on the VIP couch with my legs open and Jake still inside me, my face turned toward the camera, and the surreal feeling cracked. It had happened. My body remembered even if my mind kept trying to file it away as impossible.

I lay there a while, one hand resting low on my stomach, replaying pieces. The way John had looked on the FaceTime screen. The weight of three men. The sound of my own voice telling them to keep going. I felt wrung out and strangely light at the same time, like something that had been cinched tight for years had finally been cut. I wondered what John was feeling in the bright light of morning. Whether the reality had scratched the itch or only made it worse. I hoped it was the second one. The thought of him wanting more sent a slow pulse between my legs before I even got out of bed.

The day moved in pieces. I fed myself, let the dog out, answered a couple of short texts from John between calls. He was already at the station. Halloween always buried them. His replies were brief, warm, a little careful. I didn't push. Around four I stood in front of the closet and pulled the devil costume off the hanger. The red lace and little satin wings looked even smaller in daylight. I put it on over a pair of plain black leggings so I wouldn't be answering the door half-naked for actual children, then settled the horned half-mask on my forehead like a headband. In the mirror I looked like someone's slightly unhinged idea of a sexy devil who still had to hand out candy. I took a picture from the waist up, wings visible, cleavage framed by the lace, and sent it to John with the caption "Bring on the trick-or-treaters." A minute later I sent the same picture, separately, to John Sr.

The first few groups of kids arrived right at dusk. I smiled, complimented costumes, dropped chocolate into plastic pumpkins. Between doorbells I kept glancing at my phone. John had heart-reacted the picture but hadn't written anything else. John Sr. had gone quiet.

I was in the kitchen rinsing a sticky spider ring out of the sink when I heard the back door open. No knock. Just the soft click of the latch and the sound of Brandy's nails scrambling across the hardwood, tags jingling. My stomach dropped. For half a second I thought someone had walked in off the street. Then Brandy barreled into the kitchen ahead of him, tail wagging so hard her whole body swayed, and I saw the familiar set of his shoulders in the doorway.

He was in a half-mask cheap devil one that matched the energy of mine. He didn't speak. He closed the back door behind him, turned the deadbolt, and crossed the kitchen in three strides. I set the bowl down. My hands were wet. I said nothing, but walked towards him. He clearly thought I was going to kiss him hello as I always did and he was about to speak, doubtless with the "Hey honey" he always said, but I beat him to it. I kissed him, hard and forcefully. I knew it would cross a thousand boundaries, but hadn't we already past the point of no return?

Instinctively one of his hands already slid under the lace to grip my ass through the leggings, the other cupping the back of my neck. The mask bumped my forehead. I kissed him back, hard, tasting mint and the faint trace of whiskey.

He walked me backward into the living room without breaking the kiss. The candy bowl sat forgotten on the counter. Brandy circled once, then flopped on her bed like this was ordinary. John Sr. pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot and lowered me onto the couch. The little satin wings crumpled under me. He peeled the leggings down my legs and tossed them, then shoved the lace of the costume up so it bunched under my breasts. No bra. He looked at me for a second, mask still on, then bent and took one nipple into his mouth while his hand slid between my thighs. I was already wet. He made a low sound against my skin when he felt it.

I reached for his belt. He let me. His cock was thick and hot in my hand, already fully hard. I stroked him once, twice, then guided him to my entrance. He pushed in slow, watching my face the whole time. The stretch made me gasp. He was bigger than John, thicker through the middle, and the angle on the couch drove him deep on the first full thrust. I hooked one leg over the back of the couch and the other around his hip and pulled him closer.

"Fuck," I whispered. It was the first word either of us had said.

He answered by fucking me harder. The couch creaked. One of the decorative pillows hit the floor. I could hear trick-or-treaters on the sidewalk outside, laughing, the occasional doorbell from the house next door. None of it mattered. He kept one hand braced beside my head and the other on my hip, driving into me with steady, deep strokes that made my tits bounce under the pushed-up lace. I came the first time with my nails dug into his shoulders and my eyes open, staring at the familiar lines of his face half-hidden by the mask. He didn't slow down. He just shifted his angle, hooked my knee higher, and kept going until I clenched around him again.

When he was close he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and came across my stomach and the red lace, thick pulses that striped my skin. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, one hand still wrapped around his cock, watching it drip. Then he leaned down, kissed me once more, slower this time, and rested his forehead against mine. The mask had slipped. I could see his eyes. Neither of us moved to fix our clothes right away. Outside, another group of kids shouted "trick or treat" at the house across the street. Inside, the only sound was our breathing and Brandy's soft snore from her bed.

He spoke first, voice low.

"Our secret."

I nodded. My hand was still on his hip. "I know exactly what you're getting me for Christmas this year."