A Fortunate Man

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Happy Halloween everyone. This is my entry for the

Halloween Story Contest 2024 at Literotica

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A Fortunate Man

Louis pushed himself back from the dinner table and looked at Cassie. Married now for fifteen years, she still took his breath away. Medium height and shapely, the beautiful redhead still turned heads wherever they went.

"That was great," he sighed, turning his chair away from the table. He'd forced himself to turn down seconds when she offered. He had a feeling that overeating tonight would not be a good idea.

Her blue eyes captured him as always, and she smiled slyly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you saved some room, because Elly is bringing dessert. She says it's going to be extra special tonight."

A shudder rolled through the man's impressive frame. Earlier in the month, Cassie told him that they wouldn't be hosting their annual Halloween party this year. It seemed like every few years, she just liked to have a quiet Halloween at home. But it was always memorable.

Cassie walked up to her husband and slid the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and the light cotton garment slid to the ground with a whisper. Her naked body gleamed in the dimmed light, and he fought the urge to reach out and capture her in his arms. But it was clear she had a plan and knew from experience that it was in his best interest to let it unfold as she wished.

"Now, you be a good boy, and wait for her, while I go up and change." She stepped up and leaned over his chair, her breasts crying out for his hands. She grinned as she saw him struggle for self-control. She straightened and took his hands and placed them over her tits. She stretched as his talented fingers squeezed gently and she took a moment to enjoy the feeling. She felt her heart beat faster as his big thumbs rolled over her nipples.

She grinned as she pushed his hands away and smiled at the look of disappointment on his face. She bent and kissed him tenderly. "She should be here any minute and you be a gentleman when she arrives." She chuckled as she turned away towards the stairs.

His eyes followed her naked body as she walked away with her sundress over her arm. When she was out of sight he sighed heavily and adjusted the erection in his blue jeans. Louis smiled, then got up and began clearing the dishes from the table.

Just as the after-dinner coffee was ready, the motion sensor lights flicked on outside, lighting up the side yard. The house was C-shaped, and the pool and patio faced their neighbor's home. He watched Elly step through the arbor, which was the only break in the impressive hedgerow that divided their two properties.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. Dressed in a red lace bra and microskirt, she'd added a pair of red plastic devil's horns. Her matching stiletto-heeled slingbacks set off the outfit in style and she walked cautiously across the big slate paving stones that stretched between their two homes. Shorter and curvier than Cassie, she had large breasts and a big, beautiful ass. Her inky black hair was worn loose and shone in the lights. She wore a seductive smile as their eyes met through the picture window. Louis smiled and rose to open the patio door for her. As soon as she reached the polished concrete of the patio, her stride turned into the leg-over-leg runway walk that always made his brain short out.

She stopped in front of him and let his eyes take in her smoking-hot body. After a few moments, she held up a food storage container. "Have I thanked you for putting down those wonderful stepping stones for me?" She opened her arms to him, inviting him to come down to her for a kiss.

He kissed her red-painted lips and smiled as he remembered exactly when and how she had thanked him. He took the container from her. "Yes, you have, and I wish I'd recorded it."

She pursed her lips and smiled. "Hmm, maybe next time, if you're good." He was about to reply when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

They both turned as Cassie stepped off the last tread. She wore a white bustier with stocking straps and a barely-there white G-string. White stockings and high-heeled pumps made his heart race faster yet. A pair of wire wings and a halo completed the angelic ensemble. Surely, he was between heaven and hell this evening and there was nowhere else he'd rather be. He could hardly restrain himself. Their makeup suited their costumes. Dark and slutty for Ellie and light and innocent for Cassie.

"Did you bring the tarts?" Cassie asked of the lovely brunette, who merely waved toward Louis.

Louis lifted the box in his hand. "Tarts anyone?"

***

Louis finished off the last of his pumpkin and ginger tart. It had been all he could do not to gobble it quickly, but he knew whatever the women had planned would wait for them to finish. So, he took his time, savoring every decadent mouthful. Elly's baking was always amazing, and he always felt incredible afterward. He watched the two beauties look at each other with knowing smiles. God, wasn't he the luckiest son of a bitch to walk the Earth or what?

Louis frowned a bit. No, he wasn't lucky. He was fortunate. Everything he had he'd worked damn hard for. In his early twenties, he'd leveraged a small inheritance to buy the local hardware store. Falkenburg wasn't big enough to attract one of the super-stores; the nearest one was forty miles away. So, a good, well-supplied local hardware store was a sure thing in a farming town. Over time, he worked hard, bought more space, and grew his little store. And then he met Cassie. The gorgeous blue-eyed, redhead had caught his and every other man's eye the second she moved to town.

But it was he who had wooed and won the ravishing woman. After two years, they married. Not long after, they bought a property and built their home on a lonely, dead-end country road about ten miles outside of town.

Louis figured that the surrounding properties would be bought as well, but only one did. The lot next door. He glanced over at Elly's home. Compared to their big modern house, Elly's was a simple and fairly small bungalow, that seemed a little lost on the four-acre lot. She'd built a rather impressive garden in the back.

Elly moved to town and became a doctor in the local clinic. Again, the local men had swarmed the new arrival, but she had turned them all down. Most assumed she was a lesbian and learned to just leave her be. To this day, nearly fourteen years later, the two homes stood alone at the end of Beech Street.

The two women had grown close rather quickly. Louis wasn't surprised. They were about the same age and were both very intelligent. But it had surprised him when his lovely wife suggested that Elly join them in their marriage bed. He was initially taken aback and worried that if he agreed to it, she would want outside male attention, but Cassie had assured him that he was the

only

man she wanted. Fortunate indeed. Sex with the two women was mind-blowing. And it wasn't

just

the sex. Everything about their life just seemed to get better, after Elly moved in next door.

Cassie was a successful attorney and before long set her sights on political office. She was elected to the town council, then head councilman, and then five years ago, she had run unopposed to become the town's mayor. A year ago, she had won reelection, running again, unopposed. Louis knew that everyone in town loved her.

His business flourished, allowing him to expand until he could buy adjoining properties and create a lumber yard, to accompany the hardware store. All in all, they were all well thought of in town. They employed local people, donated to the 4H, and were ordinarily the hosts of a massive Halloween party that was spoken of for weeks afterward. Beech Street was usually packed with cars by this time.

But not tonight.

***

Louis lay on his back and looked in awe at the glorious brunette who sat bouncing on his cock. Her micro skirt had come off to reveal a pair of lace crotchless panties. Her eyes bored into his as his hands sank onto the warm softness of her massive tits. She was breathing in gasps as his cock sank in over and over, making erotic wet noises.

Cassie lay beside him, her fingers buried in her pussy that already held his first load of cum. She played with it with her fingertips.

"Does her pussy feel good, baby?" she whispered in his ear.

He nodded, glancing away from Elly to look into his wife's eyes. "Yes, so good."

Her wet hand moved up and he opened his mouth for the treat. He hummed contentedly as he licked their combined spunk off her fingers.

"That's good, baby. I want you to fill her up with your cum. I want you to put a baby inside her."

Elly glanced down at the beautiful redhead and gave her a wry grin. Louis reveled in the thought. Cassie had told him before they were married that she wasn't interested in having children and at the time, that had seemed fine. But the longer their little ménage à trois went on, the more often Cassie mentioned the idea in the heat of the moment. He had to admit the idea seemed incredibly hot to him. It would be wonderful to see their curvy neighbor swell with his child.

As his orgasm welled up and rushed from him, he felt Elly's body tense, and she moaned loudly as her body shook. He felt his cum shoot into her unprotected womb and sighed as her sweaty body collapsed over his. Louis closed his eyes with a great sigh of satisfaction, his thick arms held the little brunette tightly as his wife cuddled in close, kissing them both affectionately.

"Sleep," Cassie whispered to her husband. "We'll have more fun later."

Elly kissed him and slid off his body as she whispered something he didn't quite catch. But he decided to ask her about it later as his eyes fluttered closed.

***

Louis awoke and stretched in the rumpled sheets. His bedside clock flashed 11:38 pm at him. The room was very dark, so he switched on his bedside reading light to see Cassie's wire wings and halo and Elly's red skirt and bra on the dressing chair. He smiled remembering their heated coupling earlier that night.

He ran his hand over his face and could still smell their scents on him. He looked over his shoulder to find himself alone in the bed. He wasn't surprised. Most likely the two gorgeous women were concocting something tasty in the kitchen, even in the middle of the night.

He got out of bed, walked to the chair near their big picture window, and reached to pick up his shorts. With no neighbors but Elly, closing the curtains had seemed silly so they hardly ever did. It was a warm and humid night, and he could see heat lightning dancing in the clouds in the distance. The moon was a Cheshire cat's grin and hung low in the sky.

His reverie was broken when the side yard lights turned on outside, filling the area with light. He looked out over the pool area and was shocked when he saw Cassie and Elly dancing barefoot on the grass on the far side of the pool. They were both still wearing the remnants of their Halloween costumes. They danced merrily, holding hands, then got close and kissed wildly.

Cassie wore the white bustier with the cups folded down and stockings. Her beautiful breasts bounced erotically, and Louis felt blood rushing where it ought to be.

Elly was still wearing her red devil horns and only the red crotchless panties. The thought of continuing their night out on the lawn furniture made him shiver. He was about to rush downstairs to join them when something caught his eye.

From the porch below him came five men. "What the fuck!?" Louis exclaimed, his jaw sagging. He placed both of his hands on the window and yelled his wife's name loudly while slapping the glass.

He saw that his warning was unnecessary as it was obvious that both women were aware of the men and apparently, unconcerned. They looked at the group and wore broad enticing smiles.

He saw Elly raise her hands and say something, but Louis couldn't hear anything through the high-end triple-pane windows.

When he saw the men start to undress, his hands flew to the window latch. He flipped it and pushed hard on the frame. It wouldn't budge. Not a single iota. He quickly checked the latch again and ensured he was pushing in the right direction. Nothing.

Louis sprinted for the bathroom ensuite and frantically tried the small window there. Again, the window just refused to budge. He pounded the flat of his hand on the window and screamed. "Cassieeee!!!" But no one so much as glanced toward him.

Louis exited the bathroom and flew down the hall and stairs at breakneck speed. He never even considered the danger, taking the staircase in a few multi-riser hops, to land unsteadily in the dining room.

Turning, he ran for the French doors, not slowing a bit. He could see the now naked men advancing around the pool toward the woman he loved. Louis was six foot, four inches, and carried the muscle of an active, hard-working lifestyle.

The laws of physics would state unequivocally that his impressive frame should have smashed the muntins that held the beveled panes and burst through the door like a battering ram. And he confidently lowered his shoulder and hit the doors knowing that would happen. But that's not what happened. Louis crashed into the doors, and it felt like he'd hit a stone wall. His shoulder, hips, and head collided with the preternaturally tough doors, and his body was flung backward.

He landed heavily on the oval throw rug between the couch and the loveseat, his head ringing and his body in tremendous pain. He staggered up, adrenaline surging through his body.

He screamed his wife's name again at the top of his lungs, but again, no one outside seemed to hear a thing. He launched himself at the doors again, slamming them with the heels of his fists and shoulders but they had no more effect on the doors than his head had.

He looked at the men who were advancing on the women and recognized two of them immediately. Jack Torrence and his spoiled and protected son, Jack Junior. Jack had started a very shady home-building business in town. Using poor-quality materials and shoddy workmanship, he'd made a lot of money fast and had his lawyers bury complainants in red tape. His boy was a piece of shit too, thrown out of high school before graduation after several rather savage beatings on smaller students.

The nineteen-year-old delinquent and his father were advancing on his wife with dreadful intent. Why couldn't she see that? Why was she holding her hands open for them?

The other men he recognized as local shit heels. Brady Hartsfield, the town drunk, was currently fighting a vehicular homicide case against him. Henry Bowers, the local peaked-in-high-school bar bully, whom his second wife had accused of spousal and child abuse, just like his first. And Percy Wetmore, a one-time hardware competitor, who had allegedly switched to cooking meth when his store failed. What the fuck were these five assholes doing naked in his yard?!

His mouth dropped open when the first man reached Elly, and she allowed him to pick her up in a bridal carry and take her to the redwood party table. The father-son duo grabbed Cassie and carried her, laughing, to the table.

Louis' knees got weak when he saw Cassie lean her head back off the table and accept Jack Senior's turgid cock in her open mouth as if it was the finest thing ever put there.

Louis resumed pounding the door and screaming. "NOOOO!!! CASSIE NOOOOO!!! Insult was added to injury when Jack's boy hopped onto the table and knelt between Cassie's spread knees. "Noooo!!" he sobbed as the young man's swollen cock plunged into his wife's pussy. Cassie writhed on the table and slapped her hands down on the wood the way she does in their bed when she's at the height of her arousal. She was enjoying this!?

Elly was bent over the table and the trio of assholes were violating her at both ends. One was sitting on the table being wildly fellated and two others were fighting each other to fuck her from behind.

Louis turned and pushed the Tiffany lamp off the heavy end table and lifted it as though it weighed nothing, adrenaline giving him strength that he would pay for tomorrow. He ran toward the big window next to the doors and swung the table with every ounce of his strength. The impact reduced the table to kindling, bloodied both of his hands, and carved a deep gouge in his cheek. The window didn't so much as shudder in its frame.

Louis stared at the broken pieces of wood in his hands, knowing that the results defied everything he knew about these windows, which was plenty as he sold the line in his store. They were tough, yes, but they should have at least cracked.

Louis screamed at the door, panting and bloodied, and watched as two men he despised, pulled their cocks from his wife and coated her body with a massive blast of cum. Rope after rope shot from the men, their heads thrown back from the exertion. At first, the sheer quantity caught his attention, but then he saw their faces. They weren't expressions of ecstasy, but rather, a rictus of pain. Jack Jr. fell onto his back and lay gasping, his face pallid and drawn.

Cassie popped up onto her feet, crouched like a cat on the table. Her teeth were bared in a predatory grimace and she spotted the local bully, Henry, who had lost the fight to be the one fucking Elly. Brady, the town drunk, seemed intoxicated now, as he plunged his cock into the pussy that Louis had enjoyed just hours before.

The beautiful redhead dove off the table and tackled Henry to the ground. In moments she had him pinned and was wildly fucking him like a cowgirl, her hands latched like claws onto his shoulders. Louis had never seen his wife like this. Yes, she enjoyed rough sex as he did, but this was another level. Her nails carved bloody furrows in Henry's chest, and he could see him crying out in pain. Surely the big man should have been able to throw his hundred-thirty-pound wife off without trouble, but he didn't. Instead, he writhed under her as she rode him agressively.

It was Jack Jr. who managed to recover first, spilling from the tabletop onto the grass. He rose unsteadily and approached the bouncing mayor, his cock again hard and red. Cassie's eyes widened when the young man stepped up and she calmed down on her bouncing to take the young man's cock in her mouth.

Louis watched as Elly's body was covered in a pair of mind-boggling cumshots, just before Brady the drunk, tumbled to the grass, allowing Elly to stand. She turned and admired Cassie and her companions for a moment, before setting her eyes on Jack Senior. She walked up to him and then fell backward onto the grass, pulling his unsteady body down over the top of her.

He saw Jack's cock spear into her cunt, savagely. Elly's head flew back, and her mouth opened to howl in ecstasy, but Louis didn't hear a sound. But he saw the look on Jack's face though. It was a mask of fear. His face had gone pale and gaunt.

"What the ever-lovin' fuck is goin' on here!?" Louis yelled to no one in particular. He pushed and slammed his body repeatedly against the doors again, to find them just as immovable as before. He ran through the home and checked the deadbolts and other locks on all the doors and windows to the outside. But though they were unlocked, nothing moved at all, something his logical mind told him was fundamentally impossible. It was as if he'd been left in a cage, to watch and suffer as strange men violated the bodies of the women he loved, over and over.

He returned to the patio doors to watch the men weakly shoot incredible quantities of cum over their naked bodies. Tears ran down his face and he cried out. "Oh Cassie, please no. Please," he gasped the last.