I smiled as I put the final decorations up. Thanks to the pandemic, our usual Halloween party had been canceled, but that didn't mean Cheryl and I couldn't have a good time. We had dressed up -- she as a sexy witch, me as an old-style Edward G. Robinson-type gangster -- and decorated our isolated house to look like a spooky old castle. In spite of being married to each other for 20 years, we still lusted for each other just as much as in the first flush of the relationship. Doing dress-up, which we did for other occasions as well, had helped keep things fresh, but the fact of the matter is that we had always had plenty of sex and spice in our relationship just because we found each other so darn attractive.
"Looking hot, as always, Tom," Cheryl purred, striding over to me. She gave me a quick kiss and rubbed her hand on my crotch. "Looks like I won't need to sneak you that love potion."
I wrapped an arm around my gorgeous wife. "You look magnificent, sweetie."
She did, too. Her D-cup breasts were practically hanging out the top of her costume. Her shoulder-length wavy black hair and her dark eyes made her look like a perfect spooky yet sexy witch. Her long legs, thick frame, and plump, round butt were other aspects of her that made her physically attractive.
I knew what she liked about me. My clean-shaven, rugged face, short brown hair, and strong, muscular torso. My legs were skinnier than hers, but my seven-inch-long cock fit nicely in her mouth, her pussy or her bumhole. Though we did the last only when she was particularly horny.
The flickering candles gave the living room a definite Halloween touch. Cheryl had a book in her hand. "I should cast a spell to make tonight even more special."
I helped her draw the pentagram, put five more candles in place at the five points, and put the materials in the center.
"Now," she said, "we just need to light these, and when I say the words, the vapors will make us be able to go all night once we breathe them in."
We lit the materials (they were in a brazier), and Cheryl said some words in a language I didn't recognize. With a puff of smoke, a naked woman with horns on her head, wings, and a long tail was standing before us.
"Ooooh, my favorite night of the year," the woman purred. "And a couple. Normally I'm called by single men."
"Uh, we didn't call you," I said. "We just wanted some vapors so we could, um, boost our stamina for tonight."
The woman removed the book from Cheryl's hand. "Let me see." She quickly read through the instruction for the spell. "Ah, I understand. If you mispronounce this word as..."
She whispered quickly to Cheryl for a moment. "So, your first time," she concluded, raising her voice back up to a level I could hear. "And you hadn't actually heard anything pronounced, because you're not actually a witch, just dressed as one."
"Correct," my wife agreed. "So, now what?"
"First, I should introduce myself," the woman said. "I am the succubus Kira. Since I'm here anyway, and you two were planning on getting frisky, we may as well continue on. I'll give you both plenty of stamina."
Kira strode towards the bedroom, and we followed. We slipped out of our costumes and joined the succubus on the bed. Kira was in the middle, and there was plenty of room for the three of us. Her body was much slimmer than Cheryl's, with smaller breasts that fit her frame perfectly. Kira's skin was of course red all over and hot, though not painfully so, to the touch -- at first. She adjusted something and it cooled to warm. Her eyes glowed red and her tongue was red, long, and forked, as I noticed when Kira stuck it out at us. Her legs were longer than both mine and my wife's.
