It was the night before Halloween and I sat at my computer while my husband Mike slept in the recliner. I had been e-mailing a secret online lover of mine for over two hours. Needless to say, I was extremely aroused. I had been carrying on with this sweet man over the Internet for a few months now and I felt more in touch with him than I did with my own husband. I know that is wrong, but that is how I feel.
I checked the number of e-mails that Allen had sent me and I was surprised that we were already up to seventy seven responses. It seemed like I could talk to him about anything and be open and relaxed about it. It was really weird because it seems like I spent so many years looking for a mate with just one or two of the same interests that I had. Well, after ten years of marriage and two beautiful children, I find my perfect match.
Allen and I have talked about anything and everything. There is nothing that I feel embarrassed or ashamed about when I talk with him. When we talk on the phone it is such a relaxing feeling from hearing his soothing voice. I know one thing though, Allen has become a very important person in my life even though we have never met face to face and there is eight hundred miles between us.
Allen and I have been talking about this Halloween party that is in Missouri, which is about forty miles from where I live. There is this eerie legend there that has been passed down by the word of mouth for decades. Nobody knows for sure what the legend is but word has it that there is this spooky barn there in Millcreek that is haunted.
Allen and I e-mailed back and forth all night about this Halloween party that was being held in the Millcreek Barn. We both wanted to go so bad that we could feel it. It was being hyped up as the party of the century and that it was to be attended at your own risk. It sounded spooky and exciting yet at the same time it sounded so romantic and erotic.
I just sat there and smiled as Allen told me that if he was taking me he would dress up as a pirate. He wanted to wear this patch over his eye and pretend that he was Redbeard. I told him that I always dress up as El Vira at Halloween because of my long black hair. Allen seemed to like the idea of me dressing up as El Vira by the sweet remarks he made in the following e-mails.
As I sat there waiting for Allen's next e-mail, I drifted off to last year's Halloween party that Mike and I attended. We went to his friends house and I wore my usual El Vira outfit. I remember walking into the party with my arm around mike as I strutted in wearing these six inch open toe stiletto's. Everyone turned their head to look at me as I walked past. Mike never displayed any jealousy and I kind of hated that. I wanted him to want me, not just expect me to be there with him.
The party was wild. After several drinks, I was ready for some serious fucking so I led Mike into one of the bedrooms in the house but he thwarted my plans and told me to wait until we got home. I don't know why, but getting laid at a party like that has always been a turn on for me. Even in high school I got laid at Halloween parties but ever since I have been married, I have been denied.
I snapped out of my memory of last years party and read another of Allen's e-mails. He always had this way of making me smile no matter how upset or mad I was. We continued talking about the party at Millcreek Barn until the wee hours of the morning. It had been sixty two years now that the barn has been haunted and the idea of attending drove me absolutely insane. If I could find a way for Allen and I to sneak away and go to it I would have. Since there was three states and eight hundred miles between us, the possibilities were unreal.
As Allen described what he wanted to do to me at the party I couldn't help but to grow incredibly wet. Since Mike was still asleep in the living room, I slipped my hand into my panties and began to run my middle finger up and down my wet slit. Allen just drove me crazy with desire and lust. I never masturbated much in my life as I always saved up my energy for when I had a good fuck, but with Allen it was different.
Not a day could pass now without me fingering myself into oblivion while thinking about Allen. I never saw a picture of him but his description alone was all I needed. It didn't matter that he was six feet two inches tall and weighed one hundred and ninety eight pounds. It didn't matter that I never saw his blue eyes or his short brown hair. It didn't even matter that I never even saw his cock. What mattered was his brain. His mind was so much like mine that it was incredible.
As I closed my eyes I began to push my finger deeper into my pussy. God, I was so incredibly wet and my breasts were aching with incredible desire. While my finger continued to slip up and down my slit, I slipped my hand up under my sleep shirt and began to squeeze my breast. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt my nipple stiffen rapidly.
I have such sensitive nipples, the kind that grow to about three quarter inch long. They are so sensitive when I stroke them that I can make myself cum just from stroking them and pulling on them. As I worked over my sensitive areas with my fingers, I envisioned Allen slipping in front of me and entering me.
I let out a soft moan as I pushed my finger deeper into my pussy as though it was Allen's cock. I began tossing my head from side to side as I worked my finger in and out, each stroke going deeper and deeper into my cunt. God, I could feel him. Allen was leaning over me, pushing so deeply into me, causing me to shudder with delight. I could feel my climax approaching so I began to rub my clit.
My clit was protruding from behind it's hood and I began to rapidly circle it with my finger. Oh God, I could feel Allen now. I could feel his warm breath against my face as he leaned over me and fucked me. I could feel his warm flesh pressing against my body and I could feel my 38 DD's smashing into his chest. I was on the verge of cumming and I was just about to go for it all when suddenly I heard a voice.
"Colleen, are you coming to bed?"
I froze. It was Mike and he was walking down the hallway toward the computer room. I yanked my hand out of my panties and pulled my hand down from under my shirt. I quickly shook my head to straiten out my hair when he walked in.
"Are you coming to bed or are you going to sleep in front of the computer all night?" Mike asked as he stood in the doorway.
I didn't want to turn around to look at him just yet because I know he would see the look of lust in my eyes. I could feel that my face was flushed and that alone would have been a dead give away.
"I'll be in there in just a second, let me shut it down," I said as I never looked back at him.
"Well hurry up, you're always on that damned computer anymore," Mike said as he turned around and walked into our bedroom.
I let out a sigh of relief as my heart was still racing. I was disappointed because I was so close to cumming when I was nearly caught. I decided to not press my luck so I told Allen goodnight and I shut off my computer.
I sat at my computer desk for a moment trying to compose myself. I bet Mike got an eyeful as my long sleep shirt was bunched up around my waist. As I looked down I saw the large wet spot in my panties. I stood up and pulled my panties off and tossed them down the laundry chute before walking into our bedroom.
I pulled the blanket up over me and Mike was already asleep. I laid there thinking about Allen and how wonderful and alive he has made me feel. A smile crept across my face as I began thinking about the Halloween party at the Millcreek Barn. As I thought about the creepy haunted barn I couldn't help but to remain highly aroused at all of the endless possibilities that Allen and I could do in a place like that. I reached down and squeezed my mound. I saw stars for a moment but I grew incredibly tired. As I continued to think about the party, I fell fast asleep.
"Are you going to get ready?" Mike asked as he shook me while I slept.
"Mmmmm, go back to sleep," I moaned softly as I pulled my pillow over my head.
"Come on Colleen, get up and get dressed, the party is waiting for us," Mike said as he shook me again.
Suddenly I found myself wide awake as my pillow remained on my head. I had cobwebs in my mind as I tried to comprehend what my husband just said. I laid there for a moment before slowly pulling my pillow off of my head.
"What the hell," I asked myself as I looked up at my husband who was dressed up like a 1930's gangster.
I just looked up at him with a confused look on my face. I couldn't figure out why Mike was dressed up in last years Halloween costume.
"Aww, don't tell me that you forgot about the party tonight," Mike said as he pulled my blanket down and chuckled.
The cool fall air sent chills down my spine as Mike pulled my blanket down. The long sleep shirt that I had worn was bunched up around my waist and my pussy was completely exposed to my husbands lingering gaze.
"Come on, go get showered and get dressed, It'll take us an hour to drive to Millcreek so get a move on," Mike barked out as he took my hand and literally pulled my up and out of our bed.
I stumbled across our bedroom and went to take a shower. The whole time I was standing under the water I kept thinking about Allen and what it would be like with him at that party. After showering, I shaved my legs and trimmed my bush until I was happy with what I saw.
"Hurry up in there already," Mike hollered as I shut off the water.
I remained silent as I did my hair and put on a little bit of make up. After I was finished, I walked back to my room and walked over to my closet. Before I opened the closet, I admired myself in the mirror.
I liked what I saw. At thirty six I still had a tight body. All of those kick boxing classes actually did pay off as my legs and buns were tight. Looking at my breasts I was still happy as everything was still where it was since high school. The only difference was that I now had larger breasts. Looking down at my bush I couldn't help but to smile as I could see my pussy lips were swollen and parted from thinking about Allen.
Looking down I admired my feet. Again I smiled as Allen has told me over and over how he has a serious foot fetish. For a moment I became lost in a fantasy as I could picture Allen's beautiful cock sliding between my two feet. Quickly I snapped out of it and admired how nice the polish looked on my toes.
I slowly scanned all the way up my five foot one frame in the mirror when and evil grin crept across my face. As I peered into my green eyes, I knew that Allen wanted so desperately to see what I was now looking at.
"Lets get dressed, we don't have all night," Mike said as he poked his head into our room.
Startled, I jumped and turned around before turning back to our closet and opening it. As I reached inside to grab my costume I became confused. I searched through the rack for my El Vira costume but it was no where to be found.
