Just wanting to show off my beautiful, surprising partner I picked up in the movies, my Halloween movie wife, I decided to arrange a Halloween party after all. Bev volunteered her home, mostly because she was afraid to travel in her all-body paint costume. She and Lou added headstones, skeletons and spiders to their lawn as well as a big orange sign on their entry archway saying "No health mask, don't ring my bell. Adult party. Invitation only." They had another surprise at the front door.
As soon as it was certain, I called Lola (four days after our movie meeting) to confirm. "You have to come and cum to meet a few of my gang in the OFC. I want you to shine for them. Say yes and meet me at my place at seven. OK?"
"I thought you had your
fill
of me and were never going to call, mystery man. Since you asked so nicely, if you promise to make me cum a few times for your friends, maybe as they watch, I'll come. What's this OFC?"
"The OFC is a limited group you must qualify for. All can say for now is that you are very close to a membership offer and I'm sure your performance at the party will cinch it. Just be your exhibitionist and nudist self and everyone will
love
you. Our group is very liberal with some people recently turning to nudism. You'll be in good company. Come up with a risque costume — the rest of us will. See you at seven."
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The night of the party came and I still didn't know what costume Lola chose. She arrived in a trench coat and kept it closed until we got to Bev's & Lou's home. "I felt like keeping a surprise too. I'm curious what your friends chose. Interesting you chose a fireman with a short hanging hose dangling out of your gear."
"You know very well how big my hose extends. I'm depending on you and some others to make it stretch. Ready?"
"Um, sure." She lifted my hose and squeezed the painted nozzle. "I hope that paint is edible. Are you saying I'll have competition for your attention?"
"And VS. Let's see how it goes." I chose not to wear a trench and risked exposing my painted hose to everyone on the way. We were the first to arrive and got the full treatment of a 'gunshot' when we rang the bell — Lola dropped to her knees. Before the door opened, the seated scarecrow on the porch shouted at us and she hid behind me. So far so good.
Bev greeted us in a full body painted cow costume, including a butt plug with a two-foot cow tail stuck in her bare ass. Her thick, milky nipples were unpainted and stood tall, but her nude body was painted with huge black cow spots — leaving her bare skin as the white Jersey spots. Even half her pussy was painted edible, sugar free, vanilla scented black — our safe body paint of choice. Bev's jaw dropped when she realized my hose was all flesh and I had no cover. Yet she grabbed it and looked under it as Lola grinned. "You're gonna need a bigger hose to please our guests. This must be your movie wife, Lola? We heard
a lot
about you and look forward to exploring you."
Lou showed off his fit body in a Tarzan 'costume.' Since he was barefoot, the only thing he wore was a front-only loin cloth. He may have stuffed his big cock in a flap. When he turned to invite us in, his thick cock was mostly exposed as it lifted his loincloth. Bev noticed Lola staring. "That doesn't bother you, I heard. May I take your coat?"
Lola looked at me a moment then slowly removed the coat. Bev and Lou gaped at her tiny outfit and laughed, "Oh yeah, she'll fit right in with us." From behind her, all I saw was the back of a brown string bikini unlike any I'd ever seen. The bottom was made of many separate brown strings with big gaps between them and tailored to follow the smooth contour of her obviously naked ass. They joined on her hips. I blinked at her audacity and licked my lips as I hungered to taste her again. Sparse as they were, they covered more of her ass than Bev's and Lou's costumes. When we stepped inside, Bev and I held a long, wet kiss as Lola stared. Lou gave her a lingering kiss on the mouth and Bev matched it. She followed Lou's muscular ass, as I then followed Bev's and cupped her cheeks. "Would you hang her coat in the master closet, Len?"