As we got out of the car, I looked at Sally and said, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"
She laughed. "Relax! It's Halloween! We'll have fun. I promise I will never leave you alone." She gave me a sly grin. "Unless you ask me to!"
"I'm a married woman, remember?" I laughed. "You're really getting into your role, aren't you?"
Sally was dressed in a red thong leotard, fishnet stockings and CFM heels. She wore a hair band with short, red horns. She chuckled, "Well, if you party with the devil..."
A man opened the door as we walked up. He was ... big. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular arms and a slim waist. I was trying to figure out his costume. He was in a black dressing gown, with a blood-red ascot. He wasn't wearing a mask; instead, he seemed to be wearing some very subtle makeup. His eyebrows did not arch, but went up at the sides. His skin was unnaturally white and his lips were dark red. The overall effect was exotic and supernatural, but sexy.
He gave Sally a hug. "Sally, you little devil! You look great! I see you brought a friend."
He turned to me and smiled. "Well, well, what have we here?" he said.
"My name's Elaine," I said. "I'm a witch." I was dressed in a short low-cut black top and a long diaphanous skirt, and wore a short, pointed hat. The skirt had an elastic waist, so I could wear it a bit low on my hips, exposing a lot of my midriff. It was a lot sexier than I felt comfortable with, but it was the only costume I had. I wore it last year, but then I was with my husband. He was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another week.
"And a very saucy one at that! I'm very pleased to meet you, Elaine," he said in a deep, sexy voice. "My name is Nick. I'm a demon. Please come in."
He took Sally's hand and led us to a large living room. There was a bucket with a bottle of white wine and three glasses. I realized that Sally hadn't actually said there would be more guests. I was going to have a talk with her! "Care for some wine?" Nick asked. We nodded, he poured and handed us our glasses.
"A toast," he said, raising his glass. "To friends, old and new."
It was an excellent wine - I don't think I've ever had anything better. A waltz began to play, and he extended his hand to Sally. She smiled, and they danced across the room. He was an excellent dancer, and Sally's smile told me how much she was enjoying it.
When the dance ended, he extended his hand to me as another waltz started. In his arms, I felt I was gliding on air as we flowed across the room. I gazed into his eyes and realized he must be wearing contacts as part of his costume, as his irises were jet black, so you couldn't see the pupils. I couldn't help staring at them, the effect was so unusual. The waltz ended and a slow dance started. As he pulled me closer, I could no longer see his eyes, but I could feel them looking at me. I realized I was getting a little hot.
I snuggled into him, feeling his gentle warmth and the soft silk of his robe. The music filled my head - a song I had never heard but with an intoxicating melody. I found myself getting excited, as I felt his hard muscles under my hand. I drew closer, until my nipples were barely brushing his chest. His hands were on the bare skin of my back, and then drifted up under my top. It felt so good!
As our dance became more intense, Sally came to me and whispered, "Are you alright? Shall I leave you two alone?"
"God, yes," I heard myself say. "I've never been more alright."
The music seemed to grow louder as he pulled me even closer to him. His hands were on my ass as he pulled me into the hard bulge under his robe. Then he slipped his hands under the waistband of my skirt and eased it down over my hips. He moved back enough to let it fall to the floor, and I whimpered from the loss of contact. I pushed myself into him, feeling his hardness again, and I sighed in contentment.
Nick stepped back and undid the buttons on my top with practiced ease, never taking his eyes from mine. I was trapped in his gaze, and quivered as my top fell off, leaving me in only my panties and shoes. Then his lips were on mine as I felt myself being picked up. I didn't care where he was taking me - his lips were all I knew, until I found myself on his bed.
He untied the sash around his waist and the gown slipped off. He was naked and hard, and I watched in frozen fascination as he climbed onto the bed. Then he was on me, kissing me and rubbing my breasts and my pussy. He moved between my legs, and I squealed as he yanked off my panties. Then his mouth was on me, rough and demanding, and I gasped in pleasure. Just as I felt myself about to come, he pulled back and suddenly my pussy was filled with his cock, and I came explosively.
He gently licked my nipples and ground into me while I recovered. As I started to respond, he began picking up his pace. He growled as he pounded furiously into me. I was helpless, his to do with as he pleased. So powerful! I cried out as I came, but he kept pounding, driving me higher, dominating me completely. He sped up even more, short quick strokes, then he let out a feral roar like a lion, and I felt him spurt into me. I came too, and wrapped my legs around him, holding him tightly as I whimpered.
"You're mine," he growled.
I managed a soft moan.
"Say it, Elaine," he breathed, his urgency plunging into my very soul. "Say it. You're mine."
"I'm yours, Nick. God help me, I'm yours," I gasped weakly, and collapsed in a stupor.
I woke up to a wonderful feeling of a warm body pressed against my back. I smiled, but then slowly my brain began to unravel the events of last night. I was in bed with another man! I pulled away and faced him as he woke up. "Nick," I yelped. "What am I doing here?"
He smiled. "Don't you remember?"
"Well, yes. But I'm married!"