Halloween Tryst

Halloween night. The first time in a long time that I had an actual costume and not something thrown together from the depths of my closet, a costume I had handmade no less and not simply bought at the store. Regardless of how many compliments I was receiving I was still feeling unsure of myself, as I always did in skirts, although this one was much shorter than I was used to and therefore a source of great nervousness. When my husband, my best friend and I arrived we did our part to help set up the party, being thrown by the close-knit group of friends I belong to, but there wasn't much to be done and we were soon slamming back shots of Jaeger and Rockstar, a group trademark, followed by big plastic glasses full of vodka and Sprite.

It wasn't long before I was able to relax and felt my 'other side' coming out. People have always said I'm a different person when I've been drinking and it's not a lie. Normally, I take the word 'bitch' as a compliment but when I've had a few drinks, I'm suddenly social and outgoing, a complete transformation. It took only a good song to get my best friend and I on the dance floor and we did everything we could to encourage other people to join us. Though so early in the night, few actually took on that challenge.

When the music changed we headed off the dance floor and towards the doors, mutually agreeing it was time for a smoke and a refill. We bypassed the open bar, however, knowing there were two half gallons each of vodka and whiskey (the top shelf stuff and not the cheap crap being served to the party) in the back of my truck. Since neither of us was planning on staying sober enough to drive home that night we'd also loaded up a futon mattress in the bed along with enough pillows & blankets to turn the canopy covering the truck bed into a mobile bedroom.

Moving from the dance floor to outside always takes a while, greeting people and making the rounds through the crowd. By the time we finally stepped outside the door my skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and I was on the verge of overheating. But after a quick glance through the crowd milling about on the sidewalk the temperature of my body suddenly plummeted. Standing among a crowd of people, most of whom I knew, was one of two people I wasn't expecting to see there that night. And I had no idea how to react to either the sudden and immediate turn on I felt nor to the strong urge I had to change my outfit that instant.

Jared and I had met a few months prior at a smaller party, something casual that had erupted into an intense night of flirting and sexual tension. My husband had been off having his own fun with the hosts of the party and I was left to push Jared's limits as far as he'd let me. His being with someone at the time that wasn't as open as my husband and I were made things restricted but no less fun. My shock at his being at our Halloween party stemmed from a series of incidents in the week or so prior; beginning with his getting in contact with me to let me know he was now single and ending with his somewhat vague and unconfirmed plans for that very night.

I met his eyes but did not approach him, instead standing with my best friend as my husband lit me a cigarette, he had seen Jared as well and I could only shrug to his searching glance. Within a moment or two the two groups merged and I was suddenly standing beside him doing my best to remain cool when the only thing I wanted to do was to rip off his clothes.

Greetings were exchanged and I asked him how he'd known about the party, finding out that he was acquainted with the head of our party-throwing group. Being explained who Art was and what he did was a great source of amusement for me and thankfully it broke my nerves... Most of them any way. Assuring Jared that any party Art threw, especially in the name of our group, would include me, I found myself relaxing. Needing a moment with my girl, I used the need of a refill as an excuse and dragged her away towards the parking lot. My husband followed and explained to both of them that I had had no idea that Jared was going to be there that night. I'm still not sure if either of them believed me.

After refilling our cups we headed back to the group, I found myself standing beside Jared again and began teasing him about his not having a drink. Before I knew it I was agreeing to escort him inside to find the bar, my interest in the trip inside, however, stemmed more from having a moment or two with him away from watching eyes than anything else. We acquired him a drink and stood inside for a moment or two, discussing how strange it was that he ended up there and I found myself being subjected to his teasing. While not at all a turnoff, it's a position that I'm not used to and a strange experience for me. We discussed my rules -- the opportunities that I have to play with others as a mutual agreement with my husband. Jared kept asking me about the other girls at the party and if I'd be jealous if he went that direction instead. I answered quite honestly that I wouldn't have minded although I didn't explain the questions were killing the fantasy I had of pulling him into a broom closet somewhere. Although him kissing me at that moment did restore it a little bit.

We made it back outside and I found my best friend, making a few calls to try and acquire us more E -- the two pills we had to split between the three of us wouldn't cut it. I teased Jared about giving him some, even though I had no idea if he enjoyed to party that way or not, but the calls were fruitless; no more pills to be had. Parting ways with Jared, my best friend and I went into the smoking tent to sit down for a while and talk. While at first we were alone in the tent soon it was filled with friends and we were laughing and discussing each other's costumes. Jared ended up in the chair beside me and he joined the conversation of costumes explaining how he'd like to dress up as a favorite character of mine from an old TV show. I did a mental double take at this mental picture and the thought of him dressed up like that only made me more wet. This is normally not an issue but I was not wearing panties that night and it made things interesting to say the least. I instantly pictured myself taking off those suspenders in order to take off his shirt and likely made the mistake of agreeing to this costume and its awesomeness.

Myself, my best friend and my husband left the tent soon afterwards and took a short walk away to start spicing up our night. He took a whole tablet, she and I each took a half and we all capped them off with an Adderall as well. I kissed my husband good-bye and she and I went back inside to the dance floor; there's almost nothing better than losing yourself to good music when the effects kick in. This time, we were much more successful at getting others to join us on the dance floor and after a while Jared joined in. He pulled me close and we began to move in sync, hips rotating together to the music. He commented as such, that it didn't take long for us to find that matching rhythm and I could do nothing more than agree. Little did he know that it was what turned me on most, dancing with him like that. I was nearly shaking and had to be very careful not to trip over myself for a while.

The thoughts running through my head had little to do with the music or the people I was conversing and interacting with. Instead they had everything to do with remembering the night that he and I had met, the way he'd kissed me and a strict conversation with myself to get a grip. Rather than molest him right there on the dance floor, which I very nearly did, I excused myself for a smoke, a drink and some desperately needed fresh air.

Purposely I distracted myself with other friends & other flirting, trying to calm my libido down as much as I could. But all the while I was somehow hyper aware of his presence. I practically molested a mutual friend for his gum and once I had won the battle I knew that the drugs had taken over both my senses and better judgment.

When Jared slipped away from the group and walked around the building's corner, I couldn't help but follow him. Because of my inebriated state I'm not sure how we went from kissing to him on the steps and his cock in my mouth but I wasn't (am still am not) complaining. Even half hard his cock is nice and thick and as I sucked him deeper into my mouth I couldn't help but picture it rock hard and sliding into me. He must have had the same thought because we were soon up the stairs and on the empty balcony. Knowing everyone we'd left behind was way to fucked up to really realize we were missing from the group he bent me over and lifted my skirt. But I wasn't happy with that position so he got a nearby deck chair and took a seat.

Facing away from him, I guided his cock inside of me and shuddered at the feeling. Sliding up and down on his shaft, combined with my own anticipation of the moment and it wasn't long before a small but powerful orgasm flooded through me. It was either bite my lip or get way too loud for our current situation and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth didn't hinder my state at all. But as much as I enjoyed riding him there was a familiar voice approaching and he stood up, putting his cock away just as my husband came up the stairs to join us.

Not that we would have been in any trouble but Jared and I had talked about this already; my husband is very bi and Jared is not. Which makes things a little more difficult than if it would be the three of us playing together. Jared had mentioned he might be interested in it in the future but I wasn't about to push him into something he wasn't ready for; I told him I would let him go down that road when he was ready. What I hadn't expected was for the situation to present itself so quickly or for his reaction to it. The three of us stood on that balcony, an arm of each of them around me when Jared dropped to his knees and took my husband's cock in his mouth. I watched his head move and the reaction of my husband and if I had been wearing panties they would have soaked at that moment. It was only a moment or two but it was enough to give his mouth the taste of my husband's cock, something I took great pleasure in tasting when he was back on his feet.

Then my husband was on his knees and sucking Jared's cock, although Jared was at first nervous that he would taste me on his cock, I knew he would not, he was too far gone. I kissed him again asked him about my husband's cock sucking abilities and took a selfish sense of pleasure to hear he wasn't better than I was in Jared's opinion, something I'd been told before. Things might have gone further but a friend with a very bad sense of timing came around the corner and my husband had to go down the stairs to talk to him. I wanted nothing more than to take Jared back to the truck, to hell with the fact my husband hadn't found someone to play with, to hell with if anyone noticed or not. Watching him push his own limits had gotten me hot, almost as hot as feeling his cock inside me.

It's been over a week since Halloween night & I haven't seen Jared again. It's not stopped my imagination or my husband's. He now whispers to me how much he'd be turned on to come home one night from work and find the two of us fucking, sometimes he pictures himself just watching and other times joining in. Chances are it will be a while before any fantasies of his or mine are fulfilled but I know it will live up to the anticipation; If he's rock hard and inside me, I won't be able not to cum. The thought of fucking him, tasting him and perhaps watching him with my husband will keep me very horny and more than slightly frustrated until then.