This is a continuation of the Halloween Shenanigans story. It feels like this could be a multi chapter story. We'll see how it goes. It starts after I left the room...
Dorothy's inner monologue is in overdrive.
What the hell just happened?
I thought that was Frank but am I just telling myself that? Frank would never do anything like that outside our own bedroom let alone in someone else's house. I guess I knew but let the excitement get the better of me. Do I regret what just happened? Kind of but kind of not really. That was the best sex I have ever had in my life. I am still quivering from orgasms I didn't even think were possible.
Going though it in my head, I guess I knew all along. Whoever that was didn't smell Iike Frank. He wasn't wearing that smelly deodorant Frank uses. The way he kissed my breasts was just way more passionate. I guess I was lost in the moment and having some serious wishful thinking.
I knew for sure when he started licking me down there. Frank just doesn't do that. He thinks it's gross and has told me that on several occasions. He gets all hung up on this notion that people only do that in the movies. If he only knew.
Those orgasms were so intense I lost track of where I was for a few seconds. And I had two! That's never happened. I had also lost all my ability to resist. Deep down I didn't want it to stop. And then, holy shit, it felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. Frank has a really small penis and sex has always been "nice". I thought penises like that were a myth but holy shit it felt like lightning shooting through my body!
I need to go back downstairs but I really need to clean up. I know I can't get pregnant any more (hello menopause) and I really hope I don't catch anything. Ok, that is freaking me out a little.
I found some tissues and cleaned up as best I could. Looking around, I do not see my bra or panties anywhere! Shit! He wouldn't have taken them would he? Shit shit shit! They are not here. Well my top is not very see through and I guess no one will know I am not wearing underwear. I certainly can't hide up here all night. Shit!
I go downstairs and just kind of hang out in the kitchen. I am blushing like mad, I can feel it. Can anyone tell I just had sex with some stranger? Can they tell my nipples are hard as a rock and I'm not wearing a bra? I don't think I've ever been more thankful for my tiny breasts. Oh my god! I still have semen running down my legs! Thankfully the downstairs bathroom is open. I hope that doesn't keep happening all night.
Back in the kitchen, I am looking around for the mystery man. Frank comes in in the skeleton suit asking how I am enjoying the party.
"It's great honey. I'm just hangin out in here for a while." He says "OK" and heads back out to talk to some others. Looking closely, I know it wasn't him. My mystery man was about the same height but heavier. Stronger. I could sense it. Who was it? I am interrupted in my scan of the people at the party by the need to go back to the bathroom again. How much semen did he put in me? It feels like it was a gallon.
Looking around, I see a lot of men. Mike, Dave, Jim, Mark, some others I don't really know. All too tall, too fat, too skinny. Certainly no one else in a skeleton costume. I suppose he could have left. There's my brother in-law John wearing a kilt attempting to be some Scottish guy. He's the right height. He's certainly stronger than Frank, heavier too but no too big. Could it be him? Would he (or anyone) go through the trouble of having two costumes? That would take some planning. Deep down I hope it's him. He's always gotten my imagination running. Sometimes I feel naughty at the beach and lean over just right to give him a glimpse of my breasts. I have caught him out of the corner of my eye looking at my ass (which was fabulous when I was younger). Plus I remember my sister in-law saying he had a really big penis. I thought she was kidding.
He comes over for some idle chat which only lasts a minute before I have to escape to the bathroom again. Am I imagining that he turned a little red when he was talking to me? He had kind of a weird smile on his face too.
It's about 10:00 when Frank finally says it's time to go home. On the way home Frank says he's kind of horny and gives me that weird look that I guess qualifies as "seductive". When we get home I have to clean up again (god I hope he doesn't notice!). I quickly get into a nightgown so he doesn't see that I have no pants or bra. That would be hard to explain.
I get into bed and he starts with the standard little bit of kissing. I try to use my tongue a little but as usual he pulls back and just starts kissing my neck. Another thing he thinks is gross. A quick pinch of my nipples and he rolls over on top of me. For once I am thankful he doesn't like oral sex because I am sure he would notice something was not as it usually is. He positions himself and enters in one push.
I am suddenly aware of how small Frank is. I've never paid it much attention but of course I now had something to compare it to. It's not bad mind you. It's....nice. That's about the best I can say.
He's thrusting short quick thrusts for about three minutes. Just as I was starting to feel it, he tenses up and grunts. A couple seconds later he rolls off.
"Wow, you were really wet tonight! That was awesome - was it good for you?"
I say "Yes" even though inside my head says "No, now that I know what I have been missing". I give him a quick kiss before going to clean up for what seems like the sixth time that night. What is happening to me?
Frank, as usual, is fast asleep when I get back to bed. Going back over the events of the night, I think my mystery man was my brother in-law John. At least I hope so. Part of me is horrified. Part of me wants more. A smaller part of me wants to know what else I have missing out on.
A couple days later I made up my mind. I text John.
John
I'm just getting home from work and my cell phone buzzes with a new text message. I look at the alert and see it's from Dorothy. Uh oh. Dorothy literally never texts me unless it's my birthday. It is not my birthday. With a sense of unease I open the text.
Dorothy: I know it was you.
Shit! What? How did she figure that out? Maybe she is just fishing. I am freaking out a little but I need to be cool. FUCK!
Me: What was me?
Dorothy: At the party. Upstairs.
Me: Upstairs what?
Dorothy: You in your skeleton costume. Your other costume.
Ok so she figured it out. I have no idea how to respond. I start and erase a reply two or three times so all she sees is "..."
Dorothy: Do you still have my underwear? That bra was expensive.
Fuck! "..."
Dorothy: Don't get me wrong, it was awesome. Mind blowing actually. I feel guilty but I want to talk to you. It stays between me and you.
Me: Ok
I usually have a more snappy reply but my head was spinning because I had no idea where or how this was going. I had the house to myself over the weekend so I told her to come over Saturday.
The day of reckoning comes. I see her pull up to the house. I breathe a sigh of relief that Frank isn't with her and neither are the police. So far so good.
Dorothy walks in, shy as usual, just looking at the floor and heading straight for the couch. I take a seat in the chair nearby not wanting to seem too forward. There's an awkward silence for a minute before I say "so I...". I never actually get anything out before she starts with a deep breath and a torrent of words.
"I'm really conflicted. I should be angry beyond belief but I am not. That was an awful thing you did but I have never had an experience like that. I never even dreamed of anything like that. The things you did with your tongue still get me going just thinking about it. And that giant club you call a penis. Oh my god! Frank would never do any of that stuff you did even though I've hinted around. Even when we were younger and thought we were being naughty. I feel kind of foolish and like I have missed out on something all these years."
Alright then.
"So you and Frank never explored when you were dating?"
"No. We mostly kissed. I let him feel me up a few times but he never pushed it. He felt like he was disrespecting me. Same after we got married. He has this thing about what his parents would think and not doing those 'dirty' things you see in the movies."
"You broke up with him a couple of times. Didn't you date other people?"
"A couple. That was mostly kissing too but I did let one guy touch my breasts but chickened out when he tried to unbutton my pants. I was a little drunk with another guy and touched his penis while we were parking but he lost it all over my hand in about 20 seconds and never even tried anything with me."
We talked for about 15 more minutes before falling back into that awkward silence.
I broke it with "So what now?"
I could tell she was having some inner turmoil. "Part of me wants more. Part of me is horrified. Part of me wishes I could have watched what happened."
Hmmm. I guess since the cards were on the table...
"Do you want to watch?"
"How would I do that?"
"We'll, they make these little spy cameras and, well..."
"You filmed it?"
"Umm, yes. I know people think it's out of place and hard to believe, but it is what it is."
Dead silence and a wide eyed stare.
"Show me."
I open the video on my phone and scroll to the action. We get to the part when I was licking and sucking her tits.
"That's when I suspected it wasn't Frank but I didn't want it to be true so I let it keep going."
In the video I move down and and start licking her pussy.
"That's when I definitely knew it wasn't Frank. He wouldn't ever do that for me. I was torn but I couldn't bring myself to make it stop."
