"I thought you were going as The Phantom of the Opera?"
"Couldn't find the mask so I'm gonna…whoa you look incredible."
"Thank you. Do you think its too revealing?" Jill raised her arms and twirled slowly around.
"Loose the bra. I'm pretty sure there weren't any Victoria Secrets back in the old days of Helen of Troy."
"My boobs will show…won't they?" Jill unlatched her bra and worked it down over her arms. She had to admit it felt better without the bra. Her nipples harden at the touch of the cottony gauze of her toga. She raised her arms again for her husband to see.
"Much better…everything looks perfect."
"Are you sure? I feel kind of exposed." Jill felt the cool movement of air across her breasts. She knew with her arms raised or bending forward that her breasts would be completely exposed from the side. She knew that Robert could see that. That he wanted her flashing her boobs at the party turned her on.
"So just what are you going as? You know the Halloween theme is "Sexy Past – Sexy Future", you know a person or character that's sexy. I'm not sure that you've got that going here."
"No. No. I got it covered; I just need your help with some aluminum foil and Superglue."
"There. Hey that looks pretty good 'Arnold."
"Great! Stay right here, I'll be ready in five minutes." When Robert returned he worked up his best Austrian accent, "Are you Sarah Conner?"
Jill started laughing, "Maybe you'd better go easy on the accent Mr. Terminator."
"Oh, I'm not the Terminator…there's not a lot sexy about a robot that kills people or hangs out with a young boy. No. (heavily accented)I'm the 'Sperminator' . Robert unbuttoned his coat and an all too realistic 14" dildo flopped down. "I must cum in you Sarah Conner." He lifted up the cock and reached into his pants pocket with his free hand. He squeezed a bottle filled with rice milk. Fluid was pushed into a tube that ran from the bottle in his pocket to the base of the dildo and through the tube to the slit at the end.
"Ahhhh!" Jill screamed in shock as two spurts of white liquid erupted from the cock. "Oh my God. That's disgusting. You can't be serious." She started to laugh as Robert chased her around the room. "Sarah …I must cum in you…Sarah."
"Stop." Jill was pined in the corner the Sperminator towered over her as he rubbed his cock between her thighs. "Robert I said stop it." Jill glanced down at the huge phallus. "Put that thing away. We should get going or we'll be late."
On the drive over Jill was glad that Robert dominated the conversation, her mind was a swirl of sexual thoughts, images and memories. She was having a hard time not thinking about the large cock safely tucked beneath Robert's jacket. While she'd always considered Robert a perfect fit past experiences with former boyfriends kept coming back to her. Longer cocks, thicker cocks none had satisfied her like Roberts…so why couldn't she get the image of that monster out of her mind?
Robert talked about nothing in particular. He was thinking about last years party and how wild things had gotten. The theme had been 'hero from history' and he had gone as the Braveheart guy, William Wallace. Needless to say wearing a kilt had lead to the inevitable question of whether or not he was wearing any underwear. A number of women had said they didn't believe him and had reach under 'just to be sure.' The result was an evening spent semi to mostly erect. And then there was the incident.
A very pretty drunk decided that she 'just had to see for herself'. And she meant it. She had waited until Robert was in an isolated part of the house when she dropped to her knees ducked her head under his kilt and fondled him to a quick erection. While most of the other women had groped him to hardness, none of them had then proceeded to blow him. The woman took him from zero to orgasm in less then five minutes. When she was finished she stood, kissed him on the cheek and smiled before walking unsteadily away.
Feeling a tiny twinge of guilt Robert had sought out his wife. He'd actually been relieved to find Jill dancing way to close with a couple of guys. Robert was pretty sure that the guys were copping feels from her. When they had gotten home that night the sex was some of the best they'd ever enjoyed.
Jill was also recalling the sex charged atmosphere of last years party. She knew that things had come very close to getting completely out of control. Wives had openly discussed trading husbands for the night, although she was pretty sure it was just talk. One woman had said she was going to blow three guys before the night was through – Jill smiled at the though ofservicing a bunch of guys – except that she just wasn't the type. Jill's thoughts slowly turned to the one memory that had kept her company throughout the past year. What had happened in the bathroom – what had happened indeed?
Jill was just sitting to pee when a woman calling herself Erin had entered the bathroom. Jill had started to protest when Erin locked the door and stepped into the tub. "Sorry but I'm about to burst." Jill watched as Erin placed her feet on the sides of the tub, lifted her costume and squatted. An absolute torrent of piss roared from between her thighs. Jill was mesmerized by the sight of Erin's shaved pussy and the stream of water pouring forth from it. She seen women sit to pee, heard them pee, but she'd never actually seen it. The sight was strangely arousing. The sound of Erin's urination triggered her own release and they were soon peeing in unison. When Erin had asked Jill to spread her legs so that she could see Jill pee, surprisingly she had complied.
When they were finished they stood, washed their hands, and adjusted their costumes. A prolonged silence was broken by a low sigh that found them making out furiously. Hands were quickly thrust between legs and clits were rubbed and diddled. Only a loud knocking on the door stopped them. Jill had spent the year reliving the experience and wondering just how far they would have gone. Jill had been so unnerved immediately after the incident that she had danced with a couple of guys and allowed them to take liberties with her that she would have under normal circumstances stopped.
She'd been relieved when Robert found her and indicated a desire to go home. They'd had great sex that night. When Robert had gone down on her she found herself thinking of Erin between her legs and then her between Erin's. If Erin was here tonight, would she try anything…would Jill? Jill felt herself getting very warm and wet at the prospect.
They were hardly inside the door when the Hostess dragged them to a bedroom to leave their personal items in labeled paper bags. She introduced herself as Mary and asked them to describe their costume or name their character so she could fixed name tags on their backs with a little saying on it.
Jill lifted her arms and spun slowly. "I am Helen of Troy, the face that launched a thousand ships." Mary nodded, printed something on the tag and placed it on Jill's back. Robert looked at it and started laughing. "Honey, you may be playing the 'face that launched a thousand ships' but Mary has you as 'the dress that raised a thousand erections.'
Jill punched Robert in the arm. "You said I looked fine."
"Truer words I have never been spoken, and for the record I said. "…everything looks perfect." Robert leaned in and kissed her. "And it still does."
