Halloween doesn't bother me, I don't usually dress up, I never tricked or treated as a kid (it just isn't a big thing in England) and I don't do Halloween parties now. However tonight I am dressed up, and my body feels like there is a party going on.
I feel like my school uniform is my second skin these days, my husband frequently requests that I wear it, and I eagerly acquiesce. Tonight, is another of those nights. As soon as Kev came in from work he asked me to go upstairs and bring down my uniform, now I am standing before him, my every day clothes in a pile at my feet, my body completely unveiled for him to see.
"Put your uniform on for me." He says, and I turn to the side to pick up the first article, but before I do, he adds "do it sexily." I'm a little caught off guard, how do you get dressed sexily? I know you can strip in a sensuous way, but how do you make putting clothes on a turn on?
I start by slipping my tush into tight fitting white cotton knickers. It certainly makes me feel horny. They are so tight and constricting, they make me extra aware of my pouting sex lips, and the juices that are already dripping down and soaking into the pristine cotton. I glance towards my husband and I can see he is enjoying the view, his hands gently caressing the bump under his smart suit pants. I slip on the skirt, then pull up each of the long, white knee-high socks and hear his groan as he glimpses my crotch, wet behind it's material barrier.
Just as I'm desperately trying to button up my tighter than tight white blouse, the doorbell rings.
"Damn trick or treaters." I curse as I continue to fumble.
"Well, go and open the door." My husband says, smiling with a sadistic glint to his eye.
"Pardon?" I stop fumbling and look directly at him.
"Now." he doesn't shout the word, he doesn't make it into an exclamation, his voice just growls and rumbles and I know he means business. Trying to press my breasts down into the confines of my blouse, I dash over to the front door, the top button gives up the fight and pops off as I reach the door. I curse and fumble with the latch, holding the door in front of me and peering round the edge.
I am rather taken aback when on my doorstep are not two little kiddie monsters but two adults in costume. The man is a vampire, the long black cloak looking rather like a head teachers robe. But the fake pointed, bloodied teeth define the wearers vampiric status. The lady is wearing, well, exactly the same thing I am. Tight, white shirt with her gorgeous breast spilling out of the top, short pleated skirt, socks and pretty little flat shoes.
"Trick or treat?" they grin, both holding out half- filled plastic pumpkin heads.
"Sweets. Yes, erm, I'll have to see what I can find." I stammer and go to turn back into the house, just as I do, the man with the twilight eyes and the plastic fangs says,
"Kev invited us round for a special Halloween party." Something about the way he said those words make my stomach flip, and just as I turn my head to ask Kev, his voice carries an affirmative that he had invited some friends round.
I open the door and welcome the guests through, keeping the wooden barrier between us. The lock clicks as I close up behind us. My mind working overtime to try and work out what Kev has in store for me tonight.
"Vicky, hurry up, please!" I rush into the living room and see my husband dressed in a similar cloak to his friend, lustily squeezing the other visitors barely clothed breast.
"Ahh, here you are. Come here and make Sean's acquaintance."
I walk over, smiling nervously. I'd never met either of these people before, I thought I knew all of my husbands friends, but obviously I don't. Then a thought hits me, they don't have to be my husband's friends, they could be new acquaintances, invited here for my pleasure. He's always teasing me about sex with another couple.
I smile up at Sean, and he smiles down at my breasts, then a big, tough hand reaches out and delves into my top, popping off another straining button and grasping my white orb in his hand.
"Nice to meet you." he says, turning to his partner, "Mmm, she has the most amazing breasts, Jen. You'll love them."
Ok, so yes, I'm completely perverted. Now I know it. A stranger, just greeted me by fondling my tit, commented upon it's fineness to his wife, and I'm horny, not outraged. I want to fuck. I want to fuck here, now.
"Though she's ruined her school shirt man, What are you going to do with her?" Sean grins and my husband grins back.
"Will you start sorting her out? I just need to get something."
It's a whirl of action, he moves, she moves and I am suddenly draped over strange, strong knees. My skirt is flipped up, my knickers pulled down, no seduction, no teasing, no messing about. I'm dizzy with lust and the cry bursting from my lips when his hand slaps my flesh is not of pain, but of ecstatic pleasure.
Raising my gaze from the dark carpet I look into the un-seeing eyes of two pumpkins, then directly into the naked crotch of a woman I've never even said a word to. She's sitting on the chair opposite, her legs spread and her exposed pussy glistening with excitement.
The crack of hand against my buttocks, is regular and strong, my skin is stinging and singing with sensitivity and I'm yelping. It's strange how my voice sounds like someone else's, but then this whole set up is like a scene from a porno movie. I mean, I'm even starting to long to run my tongue up and down Jen's hairless crack and I'm straight. I am completely turned on, everything is sex, everything erotic.
"Cheers mate." Kev's voice cuts through my thoughts and his hand helps me up off Sean's lap, I feel Sean's cock twitch as my now completely freed breasts brush over his crotch. As soon as I'm standing up, I'm pushed down and my hot buttocks encounter the cold, hard wood of a dining room chair. The air hisses from between my teeth as the wood stings and then the cold soothes my flesh.
"Now your punishment really begins." Kev smiles wickedly as he kneels in front of me and ties my ankles to the front legs of the chair with soft twine, his lips brush the inside of my knee then he moves behind me, tying my arms behind the straight back of the dark-wood chair.
I must look so wanton, my blouse ripped open at the front, my skirt hitched up around my waist, my knickers-hey, where are my knickers?-anyway, wanton and horny, that's me. All I can do is watch as my husband walks over to Sean and Jen.
Jen is down on her knees, her mouth working hard on Sean's hardness as he sits on the sofa, and what a wonderfully thick, juicy hardness it is. Kev sits down next to his friend having already lost his trousers. I just want to feel his cock in my mouth now. I lick my lips as I anticipate it's taste, but all I can do is sit here whilst Jen does the business on two highly desirable cocks.
The two men smile at each other, as the slut on the floor in front of them goes crazy, fisting one swelling dick whilst sucking the other.
My heart is grasped by jealousy as I watch Sean stand up, allowing my husband to lie down and stretch out. Jen's lips lock back around his cock and I see the light of lust in her eye and long to be licking him myself. I strain to move, to touch myself, and find that I can manage to make my knees meet in the middle and by wiggling in my seat, I can exert the smallest fraction of friction on my hungering clit.
Jen is straddling my husbands strong thighs now and although I cannot see, I know his cock is slowly sliding into her slippery slit. There's the stab of envy, the jolt of jealousy but Kev is looking at me, his eyes are on me alone as this hot brunette bounces and moans on his cock. I smile at him, knowing this is all for me, this is all for my pleasure. I feel so very loved at this moment, yet more confirmation I am twisted and perverted!
"Hey, Slut, sit still or else." Kev says, with a wicked glint in his eye, "Sean will punish you and you wouldn't want that, would you?"
