Submission of a Housewife

Firstly BDSM content is incoming. I have an idea to include non-consent and (potentially) supernatural elements to this couples story.

I want honest feedback from the readers. Does this sound interesting? Would a dip in the supernatural be a good addition? I'm working from a semi-solid outline, but YOU as the readers know a good story and I'd be happy to hear what will take this in a good direction.

I am almost done with a continuation of this story following Lydia after the party where she starts to gets into some at-home exhibitionism. I'm not sure how far those entries will go.

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Every year, my coworkers threw a Halloween party at someone's house. This year, my wife Lydia had something special planned for this evening. After five years of declining intimacy, nothing could have prepared me for the figure that strutted into our living room.

Lydia, usually so shy and reserved, waltzed in as if she owned the room, every movement graceful like she was presenting on a runway. My Lydia, who typically avoided the spotlight, was now transformed into a sultry sorceress, her costume leaving little to the imagination. A sheer, barely-there mini skirt fluttered around her hips, more lingerie than costume. With every playful twirl, the hem revealed a tantalizing glimpse of a black thong that sat teasingly high on her waist. Her lace bra, just visible beneath a short top with long flowing black sleeves cupped her breasts perfectly, each curve accentuated in all the right places.

She spun toward me, posing playfully. "What do you think?" she asked with an air of innocence that only made the effect more devastating. She topped off the look with a wide-brimmed pointy witch hat perched atop her blonde, shoulder-length hair. I couldn't find words to speak. The costume was sexy, sure, but it was more than that. There was mischief in her eyes, the way they gleamed with anticipation. Her eyes promised a night that could go anywhere.

This wasn't the Lydia I knew. The shy woman I'd fallen in love with had stepped aside, and in her place was someone bolder, more daring. I couldn't help but suspect her friend Vanessa had something to do with this transformation. I was filled with unease at the thought of her stepping out like this -my wife practically strutting about in lingerie, in front of all our friends and coworkers.

As always Vanessa greeted us at the door. I had a feeling she'd be behind this new Lydia. Vanessa was to anyone a beautiful woman. She was dressed in what looked like vampire lingerie. Her petite frame was barely covered by a cheeky one-piece bodysuit. It was cut low in the front, with a black and red corset that cinched her waist even tighter. Her chest was exposed just enough to make it impossible not to look. A trail of crimson paint traced from the corner of her lips, and the false fangs completed the ensemble. Vanessa knew how to command attention, and tonight was no exception.

With a bubbly laugh Lydia pranced inside, all swaying hips and bouncing steps. Her skirt rode up just enough to hint at the swell of her ass. It didn't take long for the guests, mostly coworkers, to notice her. Eyes followed her every movement. As fun as it was at first. Our eyes locked for a moment, and in that instant, I saw through her. I saw raw desire. She wasn't just having fun. Tonight, she owned the room.

Vanessa took to the front of the living area while people casually bobbed and nodded to the thrumming music. "Everyone, be sure to get plenty to drink! In an hour we have an extra special game planned." Her gaze turned to me and I felt very unsure in this evening.

Jealousy burned in my chest when I saw some other guys, my coworkers, staring dumbfounded at my wife. Irritated glances from wives and girlfriends gave me little validation. After a few drinks I could tell Lydia was getting a little carried away. She teased and tempted, letting her hands catch the short skirt and raise it for a quick flash of the barely-there underwear. Between all the jaw dropping costumes and quick flashes of ass and lingerie at the party I had completely forgotten I was also in costume.

Just in time, Vanessa returned to the front. "Alright party people listen up! For tonight's first game you will need a blind fold! Bandanas are at the table by the ice." When we settled, Vanessa joined in the crowd mask in hand. "Find your partner and get a good look." Gladly I checked over Lydia's body and her costume. The movement and dancing opened up the chest of her deep cut blouse even more. Most of her lacy bra was visible and her skirt had ridden up with the dancing. Anyone standing behind her likely got an excellent view of her lower cheeks.

Vanessa's voice cut in again "That's enough of that! Put on your blind folds and wait for me." I rolled my eyes but decided to go along with the game. Shortly after I heard movement all around. It sounded like Vanessa running through and checking everyone's blind folds. "Alright everyone! Start spinning!" It didn't sound like a super safe thing to do but again I went along with it. Suddenly people were bumping into me from all sides!

I felt a small shove on my shoulder, sending me off in a direction. It took everything not to fall over blindfolded. "You have till the music stops to find your partner. And absolutely no peaking!" The music was turned up and before I knew it bodies were colliding. A sensation grazed my chest then pawed slowly down to my belt. Tentatively I reached out searching. My first grasp went against a solid build, definitely a man, definitely not my wife.

My hands passed over a second figure, this time softer. Immediately I recognized the soft silky feel of a pair of breasts! I was closer, but these boobs more than filled my open hands. Lydia was beautiful and perky, but she wasn't this big. Some other guys likely have their outstretched hands and could be feeling my wife while I felt this woman's rather abundant breasts!

I needed to move fast. My hands fumbled through the maze of bodies, trying to stay waist-high, but more than once they brushed against soft, unfamiliar breasts. Each accidental touch sent ripples of laughter through the crowd. My frustration mounted as I heard Vanessa's voice over the music, too cheerful, too in control. The music stopped, Damn you Vanessa!

"Looks like not a single one of you found your partner on the first round!" Her voice was sweet, but it grated against my nerves. "Hold out your hands for your penalty shots!" I barely registered the shot glass that found its way into my palm before I downed it in one gulp. A smooth and potent tequila. Just the kind of drink that got Lydia hot and bothered.

The music wound up again. It was going to take more than one shot to affect me. I sifted through bodies. This round the women were less tense. They didn't pull away so sharply when touched or felt. I couldn't help but imagine which body went to which coworker. My hands met warm, bare skin. No fabric in sight. I explored further, searching for something familiar, something to confirm it was Lydia. The soft hands I touched began to explore back, moving straight between my legs with no hesitation.

Could this be Lydia? I thought, desperate for some kind of confirmation. Her groping was enough to convince me to keep going. I reached higher, tracing my hands over her body. My palms met the firm, round swell of breasts, and I used my thumbs to press gently against them, feeling for the familiar texture of her costume.

The fabric was soft, barely there, and the neckline plunged deep, right down to a thick leather corset. My fingers followed the seam, teasing along the exposed skin. Meanwhile, her hand continued to work over the bulge in my pants, and the sensation only intensified. Whoever she was, she knew exactly what she was doing.

But then, my heart sank. My hands kept roaming lower, feeling for the hem of a skirt but there wasn't one. Just more skin. I hesitated, the fog of lust briefly clearing as suspicion crept in. I reached up, instinctively moving to peek past my blindfold, but before I could, a firm hand caught mine.

"No peeking, cowboy," she purred into my ear. It was Vanessa. Her voice, thick and silky, sent a shiver down my spine. She didn't stop. Her hand still toyed with the outside of my pants, while her other guided my free hand back to her chest. This time, I realized with certainty Vanessa wasn't wearing a bra.

I should have stopped there and continued my search for my Lydia. Someone could be feeling her as intimately as I now felt her best friend. But she held my hand to her breast. I felt her nipple growing hard under the thin fabric that barely covered her. My hand beneath hers, she guided me lower, and lower.

Material from the one-piece trailed under the corset and even lower. I followed the fabric till it tapered off to an ending point, covering a small mound of intensely warm skin. My dick responded with a mind of its own, desperately wanting to be free of these jeans. I had enough time to get my fingertips under the fabric, pressing into the skin beneath. Before I could commit to a bad decision, the music died down to a panting Vanessa and another shot.

On the next song, I didn't know whether I should keep searching for my wife, or try and find Vanessa again. Though there were fewer people remaining, the giggles had grown in intensity. I needed to find Lydia fast before she was too drunk!

I felt through more bodies. For some reason I didn't shy away from the light search. I felt mostly womanly figures and the feel of breasts behind bras. Finally, I came across a pair of breasts I recognized, but it wasn't Lydia. I could hear a purr when I let both my hands rest on her chest. My thumbs slightly teased at the nipples beneath.

I was frustrated, slightly buzzed, and I blamed Vanessa for what was unfolding tonight. So if the little temptress wanted to get into trouble she was about to get it. I used both pinkies to slide under the small fabric covering her bust pushing the fabric to the side. Her perky breasts popped free in front of all the blindfolded party guests. She released a breathy gasp, but didn't fix her top.

I felt the small but firm breasts freely, and she didn't resist. I was ready to move my hands lower until a familiar giggle broke my lustful focus. It had to be Lydia. As I moved away, Vanessa pulled herself close, she was trying to stop me. I could feel her bare tips brush across my chest and her breath at my neck. I caught her by a thin delicate neck. Her hands ignored my warning and stroked up and down at the growing bulge in my pants. Whatever could have happened was too late, the music stopped.

"That's not too bad! Only a few hapless couples remaining. Maybe you should start removing clothing, if that'll make your search easier. I don't know." She trailed off as the next song kicked on. She was definitely participating, and drinking the "penalty" shots. My hands moving low in search of the skirt grazed several women wearing tight pants. I grazed another costume material but underneath was what I could only describe as dick-like. One of the remaining men was obviously quite hard!

I searched faster, my heart pounding with urgency. The giggling led me closer, and then I found it, the familiar skirt texture! I reached up to confirm, my hands brushing over the fabric, only to collide with another pair of hands already clutching her breasts. A flash of possessiveness shot through me. I didn't hesitate. I shoved the man away with enough force to throw him to the ground. I took my place in front of her, pulling her close by the waist.

She took a slow breath, inhaling my scent, and whispered, "You found me," her voice soft and laced with a hiccup of drunkenness. "What'll you do now?" she purred, her words dripping with a challenge.

The music thumped in the background, but all I could focus on was her body pressed against mine. I slid my hands lower, grabbing two firm handfuls of her bare ass beneath the useless skirt. Her lace panties still clung to her, but the heat radiating from her front was unmistakable. I rubbed the delicate fabric against her damp skin, and she moaned softly, her breath hot against my chest.

The song came to an end, but I didn't stop. I could barely hear Vanessa over the rush of blood in my ears as she handed out drinks to the remaining couples, still lost in their search. My hand worked its way to the small mound of nerves between her legs, teasing her from outside her delicate panties. The other hand tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth to mine.

Vanessa's voice called out something about the "final round," but I couldn't care less. My wife's lips were soft, parting eagerly as our tongues twisted together in sync with the rhythm of the music. My fingers circled her clit in steady, deliberate strokes muffling her moans with a kiss. I could feel her body tightening, her nails digging into my arms as she clutched me harder.

The music in the background was sultry and unfamiliar, adding fuel to the fire. I was convinced I could push her over the edge before the song ended. Her breath hitched, a quiet gasp slipping through her nose as her body trembled against me. I couldn't see her face, but my fingers felt the warm rush of her release, the wetness seeping through the fabric.

"Alright, lovebirds," Vanessa's voice cut through the haze, but it was laced with something else, a mix of amusement and jealousy perhaps. "Looks like everyone's found a partner, even the singles tonight. Ready to take off your blindfolds?" The room erupted into cheers, the energy charged and electric.

I pulled off my blindfold, blinking against the light as I looked down at Lydia. Her eyes met mine, flushed with color and half-lidded from the drinks and the rush of pleasure. She was stunning, her blonde hair slightly tousled, her lips still parted. She was mine.

Not everyone was as lucky. I glanced around, catching sight of Neil's wife looking thoroughly unamused in the arms of another man. Heather wasn't the best-looking woman in the room, but tonight, she seemed especially sour.

Vanessa, her black one-piece hugging her curves tightly, sauntered back to the front, her voice playfully commanding. "If you found your partner tonight, come see me to enter your name in the drawing," she purred, her catlike gaze lingering on me. Her crotch looked darker than before; a small wet spot barely visible if you looked closely enough.

"And for those who didn't... or couldn't..." Vanessa paused, her lips curling into a smirk. "You'll have one more chance later tonight."

Lydia was keeping the night lively, and Vanessa, ever the entertainer, set up a classic apple bobbing tank. A couple of clueless rejects from the office tried their hand at biting into apples, but the smarter men gathered around to watch the women on their knees. Normally, this would've been completely out of character for my wife, but tonight tequila had entered the conversation.

Clearly fueled by a mix of alcohol and sexual energy, Lydia stumbled toward the apple tank, much to the delight of the men nearby. As she leaned over the bucket and dipped her face into the apple-filled waters, the crowd cheered her on. Each time she lunged forward, her ass raised just enough for people to catch a glimpse of her tiny black thong. A crowd gathered quickly, and I felt myself getting warmer, conflicted between pride and possessiveness.

Despite my emotions, I couldn't deny the view was worth it. Every time Lydia came up for air, the room filled with cheers, and with each failed attempt the competition grew fiercer. The tank was big enough for more than one person, and soon, the phrase "That's easy, let me try!" echoed from all sides. More women joined in most were my coworkers' wives with others being colleagues. Each dove in to bend over the tank, each presenting themselves just as eagerly.

Charley's wife, April, finally succeeded in pulling an apple from the water. But her victory left her soaked from head to navel, her white nurse costume clinging tightly to her body, revealing her rosy nipples through the fabric. The crowd went wild, cheering even louder.

Lydia, exhausted and waterlogged, gave up on the challenge, much to the dismay of the onlookers who booed as her full ass cheeks and skimpy thong disappeared from view. Her soaked blouse clung to her chest, leaving her bra clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. She stumbled back toward me, slurring, "Sorry I didn't get you an a-apple, baby." I smirked, proudly. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow."

Vanessa took center stage once more, her voice echoing through the room. "Anyone who didn't make it into the drawing, now's your chance!" she announced from the top of the staircase overlooking the living area. With a playful smile, she dashed down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out onto the patio near the pool. The outdoor space was lit by strands of green, purple, and yellow string lights draped under a wooden pergola, casting a colorful glow over the scene.

Catching her breath, Vanessa struck a confident pose, one bare foot jutting out, hips cocked to the side, her chest thrust forward as she commanded the attention of the crowd. "For the last challenge of the night, I'm proud to announce our first-ever Costume Contest!" she declared, her voice brimming with excitement. The crowd roared with approval, and Lydia's eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Ladies who want to compete line up with me by the pool," Vanessa called out, and Lydia turned to me with a hopeful, almost pleading expression. After a brief moment of hesitation, I nodded, giving her the green light. It's just a costume contest surely, she has the other girls beat. She flashed me a grateful smile and hurried over to join the lineup of competitors beside the pool.

One by one, the women gathered in front of the pool. I recognized one coworker to be Lisa who, by all counts a normally quiet and professional woman. She staggered in line to compete in what was actually a neat "Alice" from wonderland costume. Lydia and Vanessa, who stood at the front, were very ready. "I'll be competing with the girls too, so we need your votes!" Vanessa laughed, twirling as she began to dance in time with the pulsing beat of the music. Her skimpy costume left little to the imagination and she gave plenty of time for people to see her backside.

Then it was Lydia's turn. She stepped forward, exuding an air of confidence as she showed off her curves with a sultry sway of her hips. Lifting her skirt just enough to give a teasing glimpse of her thigh-high stockings and a peek of her underwear, she had the crowd's full attention. Watching her like this, I was torn between admiration, pride, and a possessive instinct I couldn't shake. The way other men ogled her was kindling a growing ember of jealousy.

The mood of the evening shifted as the "performers" grew bolder. Feeding off the electric energy in the air. April, whose shirt had dried, made the first move, teasingly unbuttoning it. She left just one button hanging on by a thread, daring the crowd to see more. The anticipation was palpable. One by one, more women followed suit, unhooking bras and flinging them into the crowd with carefree abandon. A heady mix of lust and excitement filled the outdoor space, the cheers growing louder and more frenzied.

Even Lisa had ruffled her hair and drew down her wonderland blouse to show more cleavage. Lydia was wearing an already revealing top, yet she tried to keep up. She turned her back to the crowd and slowly unclasped her bra, the collective gasp was deafening. The moment she spun around, her blouse doing a poor job of concealing her pert breasts and hardened nipples she had again captured the audience. I couldn't honestly believe what I was seeing. My wife was performing in a glorified strip-show filled with my coworkers!