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Treat For The Night

Treat For The Night

by smuttyandfun
19 min read
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This one is for the

Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024

. As always, your votes and comments are very much appreciated.

Hope you all have a Happy Halloween!

I had heard that George had a beautiful wife, but I'd been misled. She wasn't beautiful, she was absolutely stunning.

And tonight, I could hardly believe that sexy little witch was going to be all mine.

I was at the door greeting my elaborately outfitted guests at my annual Halloween party, and I noticed when George dropped her off out in front, when he'd tried to kiss her goodbye, she turned her face and wouldn't let him touch her.

Not that I could blame her. Since he had promised me a night with his wife to cancel his debt.

To be honest, I only agreed to it because I thought it would teach him a lesson about borrowing money that he knew he could never pay back.

Now that I'd seen his wife, I realized she was worth every penny. And any misgivings I might have had seemed to vanish.

Though I knew I had to tread carefully if I wanted to enjoy a nice evening with her,

before

I took her to bed.

After helping myself to a couple of glasses of Champagne from one of the passing servers, I wound my way through the crowd of costumed guests so I could meet her.

I was instantly struck by her incredible blue eyes. And up-close she was even prettier than I first thought.

"Can I interest you in a glass of Champagne?" I whispered against her ear.

When she flashed me a pretty smile and said, "Thanks," I wondered what was wrong with George, that he'd use someone so sweet to pay his debt. And I knew if she were mine, I'd never let anyone near her.

I noticed she was glancing around, looking a little anxious. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face when I asked, "Are you looking for someone?"

She nodded and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight."

"What's their name? Maybe I know them."

"I don't know his name. But I was told he'd be dressed like a Victorian gentleman. Most people are in costumes, but I notice a lot of men are wearing suits here tonight, so I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to know it's him."

George didn't want us using names. He'd said, "One night only, and no names."

If things went well, I guess he didn't want me looking up his wife.

Since I was dressed in a fitted black Gothic style tailcoat and matching vest, with a white frilly-necked shirt, off white britches and knee-high boots, she looked me up and down for a moment, before she smirked and said, "Actually, your costume looks like it could be Victorian."

I smiled. "It is."

Her eyes went big and she lowered her voice, leaned in and whispered, "So, are you the one I'm supposed to meet?"

I shrugged. "Perhaps."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm already nervous, and I'm not in the mood to play games."

I flashed her a naughty smile. "And I was hoping you would be."

I was glad that made her laugh, when she asked, "So, do you know who I am?"

I nodded, and I looked her over in her costume. Her pale, perky breasts nearly overflowing her body-hugging corset, with a gauzy floor-length ruffled skirt at the back, and stiletto heels, had her looking like the sexiest witch I'd ever seen.

Her hair was such a pale blonde, it was a perfect foil to her stark black costume.

Now she had me wondering how long we had to chat before I could lead her upstairs to my private suite.

I thought it was strange that I could already feel things starting to stir, considering I'd lost all interest in sex and hadn't been with anyone in almost two years.

Of course, getting dumped by the woman I had planned to marry on my birthday, no less, would dampen any man's ardour.

But now, I could hardly wait to get her alone, so I could peel her out of her sexy costume, and we could enjoy each other until morning.

When sadly, our time together would be up. And she would be returning home to her ridiculous excuse for a husband.

I could feel myself growing hard, just from eyeing her luscious breasts. And I knew I couldn't wait around too long making small talk, in case the damn thing gave up and decided to go down.

Just the thought of sliding into her shapely little body, was getting me harder than I'd been in years.

Looking for an excuse to touch her, I nodded at the dancefloor. "Would you care to dance?"

At least it would give me an excuse to hold her, because right now I really needed to feel her body pressed against mine, even if we were fully clothed.

As we danced, chest to chest to a sultry version of "

I've Got a Spell on You

," I noticed she seemed a little tense. Trying to calm her, I smoothed my hand down her back, and whispered in her ear, "I hope you're not nervous."

She gave me a cautious smile. "Should I be?"

"No." I shook my head. "I promise it'll be fun for both of us."

Biting into her lip, she eyed me as she confessed, "I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I."

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Normally, I arranged loans for people to buy things like homes and cars, and not for idiots who'd gotten in over their heads gambling.

"Then why would you arrange something like this?" she asked, breaking into my thoughts.

I pulled her a little closer, so I could breathe her in. Her scent was so captivating, like sunshine and flowers, with a delicious hint of arousal.

Feeling a little conflicted, I wondered if I should confess that her idiot husband had suggested we hook up to cancel his debt, and that he was the one who had arranged it.

Though I noticed the longer we danced, the more she seemed to relax, till she was nearly melting in my arms. I smiled when she snuggled in a little closer when Santana's, "Black Magic Woman," started filtering through the speakers.

All I knew was that she'd cast a spell on me, and had me already wishing that we'd met at another place and time. I was also starting to feel a little guilty about her husband using her the way he had, which had me wondering if I could actually go through with it.

After all, the debt was his, not hers. Yet she'd be the one paying.

I tipped up her chin, gazed into her big baby blue, and surprised myself when I decided to do the right thing. "You don't have to do this, if you don't want to. You can stay and enjoy the evening, and when you're ready to leave, I'll make sure you get home okay."

She bit into her lip, eyeing me. "But what about the debt?"

"Consider it forgiven. You don't owe me a thing."

"Really? But we haven't done anything except dance together. And I was always taught that a promise is a promise."

Stroking a hand across her cheek, I sighed. "I think you're very sweet. And I don't understand why your husband would get you tangled up in something like this. But I don't think you should be involved in anything you don't want to be involved in."

I was prepared to step away, when she shocked me. Pushing up on her toes, she wreathed her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine and she kissed me!

For a moment, I felt stunned. Until I realized what was happening. As our lips parted and our tongues began to tangle, I got so lost in the kiss, my hands were travelling down her back, and I was squeezing her tight little backside and drawing her against me, barely aware of what I was doing.

Everything I'd just told her flew right out of my head. Now that she'd kissed me and I realized just how incredible it felt to really be able to hold her, I knew I couldn't let her go until we'd explored every inch of each other.

I also knew I had to slow things down. Or I'd be tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her upstairs like a caveman, which would obviously raise a few eyebrows.

We danced for a few more songs, had another drink and had a few nibbles from the passing servers.

Wondering if she'd had dinner, I gestured to the open doorway. "If you're hungry, there's a buffet set out in the next room."

She leaned in and quietly confessed, "I didn't have time for lunch today, because I had to pick up this costume."

Unable to resist, I kissed the end of her nose, slipped my arm through hers and told her, "Then I guess I'd better feed you."

She had such a gorgeous smile, that really lit up her eyes. And I was already wishing that we could have more time together to get to know each other.

It was a mild night for late October, so once we selected what we wanted from the delectable looking buffet, we decided to enjoy our dinner out on the terrace overlooking the gardens.

"Everything is delicious," she remarked, as she sampled little bites of everything on her plate. I noticed, especially enjoying the little ghost shaped cheese and tomato canapes that the chef had created, along with a few other Halloween themed snacks, like the little dark chocolate witch hats.

"I use the same caterers for every occasion, and they've never let me down."

She glanced around at all the pumpkins and cobwebs scattered around the room and the scary looking skeletons lurking out amongst the trees. "Someone's done a nice job of decorating, too. So, what else, aside from Halloween, do you celebrate here?"

I nodded at the gardens. "You should come back in winter. We do it up like a winter wonderland for Christmas, when we have parties for underprivileged kids, with Santa Claus handing out presents."

"That's a nice thing to do."

I shrugged. "I was raised to give back. My grandfather helped a lot of people after the war to get back on their feet. And my father raised me the same way, so I like to help out wherever I can."

"I'm sure the families appreciate it, too. And this is such a lovely old house, I bet it would look beautiful in winter. And those gardens are so pretty, it must be nice to live in a place like this."

I pointed to the area just beyond the trees. "Not sure if you can see it, but there's a pool out there, too. We had to tear down the old cabana, and now I have to decide what to replace it with, that'll suit the style of the house."

She nodded thoughtfully, staring out at the open area by the pool, and said, "That's a good size space, I bet you could put something you'd really enjoy out there."

We were just starting to connect, and she seemed more relaxed now that we were away from the crowd in the ballroom. So of course, I rolled my eyes when my brother Vic came wandering out dressed as a vampire with a very pretty, well-endowed redhead on his arm, who looked like she'd been spray-painted into her shocking pink Playboy bunny costume.

"Hey, I thought you'd be inside rubbing shoulders with your guests, bro."

"We decided to have dinner outside where it's quieter," I said, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

Of course, Vic just laughed, eyeing my date. "I don't think we've met, because I know I would have remembered meeting someone as lovely as you," he said, thrusting out his hand to shake hers, with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. "And I'm Vic, the black sheep of the family."

She just smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Vic."

Looking over at his date, Vic said to her, "And if you want to tell me your name, honey, I can introduce you."

Batting her long, false eyelashes, she giggled and told him, "I'm Bunny."

Vic laughed. "You gotta to be kidding."

"Well, that's what everyone calls me," she said with a little shrug.

"Nice to meet you, Bunny," I said, hoping my brother would head back inside, now that everyone had met. But never one to take a hint, he pulled out the two seats across the table, and decided to join us.

"So, how do you know my brother?" Vic asked, grinning as he eyed me, knowing I hadn't so much as dipped a toe back into the dating pool since I'd been dumped. So, I knew he had to be curious about me having a date tonight.

Not sure how to respond, my date looked at me to help her.

"I'm friends of her family," I jumped in and explained, before the silence dragged on too long. Though I'd hardly consider her husband George to be a friend, especially after tonight.

"Hey, there you are," my cousin Ted said as he stepped outside. He was so tall and thin, he looked like a cartoon character dressed as a monk, in a big oversized smock, with a silly bald wig stuck on his head, as he motioned to his wife, dressed in a sexy nun's costume, to come out and join us.

It was a struggle not to groan as I rolled my eyes. All I'd wanted was to spend a little time getting to know my date for the night, and I sure as hell wasn't expecting a family reunion. Though I was close to my family, I wasn't really in the mood to hang out with them, especially tonight.

My date was smiling at me, though. I guess realizing that I would have preferred some quiet time alone with her - before we headed upstairs to my suite.

Once my cousin and his wife sat down, she moved a little closer to my side. And I liked the way she grinned when I gave her a wink.

Now all we had to do was get through dinner, and we'd be able make our way upstairs, hopefully with no one suggesting that they follow us up for a drink.

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Ginny, my cousin's wife, extended her hand and told her, "I'm Ginny, Ted's wife."

"Nice to meet you, Ginny. And I'm uh... Sasha," my pretty date replied.

Sasha

. At least I knew her name, though she still didn't know mine.

Until my big mouth cousin asked, "So, how do you know Dom, Sasha?"

Sasha flashed me a little grin, and I quickly and explained again, "Like I said, I know her family. And I thought it would be fun to dress up for Halloween for our first date."

Ginny leaned in and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well, I'm just glad he's dating again. And I think you two look good together."

Vic was pouring everyone some wine, when Ginny quickly covered her glass with her hand and blushed. "None for me. I'm not drinking."

"Cause she's finally pregnant!" Ted, nearly shouted, hugging her around her shoulders, and planting a big smacking kiss on her cheek.

"Congratulations!" we all said at once, exchanging smiles, knowing they'd been trying for years.

"So, when's the baby due, stud?" Vic asked, giving Ted a congratulatory slap on the back.

"Not until spring. But we're just so thrilled it finally happened," Ginny said, happily smiling at her hubby. "We'd almost given up hope. I'm almost thirty-seven, so this was a nice surprise."

As Ginny gushed about her news, I looked over at Sasha and thought she had to be somewhere in her early twenties. Which had me thinking that she was awfully young to be married to someone like George, who was almost forty, and looked it, too.

Though I was almost thirty-eight, I tried to keep in shape, and hit the gym every morning.

I had my arm draped around her, tracing a path over her back with my fingers. And Sasha was comfortable enough to lean her head against my shoulder, while my brother Vic regaled us with another one of his crazy stories. This one about him not only charming a lady cop out of a handing him a speeding ticket, but even getting her to agree to having coffee with him, once she got off her shift.

And I imagined, knowing Vic, the night didn't end with coffee.

Sasha looked up at me and gave me the cutest smile, when I impulsively kissed the top of her head.

I already knew we were going to enjoy our night together -- once I found a way to ditch my family.

Someone must have heard me, because just then my cousin Chris and his girlfriend, dressed as a very authentic looking duo of Batman and Robin, came out to join us. Once I'd introduced them, I offered them our seats, and told everyone we were going in to dance for a few more songs.

Although the only place I planned to take her was straight upstairs to my suite.

I had my arm around her as we walked up the stairs. And she smiled up at me and said, "I like your family. They seem really nice."

"Yeah, we're pretty close."

Since my parents decided to retire and move out west, the family still thought of this as their home away from home, since my great-grandfather had built it for his bride.

The moment I unlocked the door, her eyes went wide when she stepped inside, looked around and said, "Wow!"

I glanced around then too, at the deep brown leather couches, oak panelled walls, and brass fittings, shrugged and said, "It's home."

"So, is this where you live?"

I nodded. "I spend most of time up here. And I have an office here, too. Though I do go into the office occasionally."

"I can see why you'd want to spend so much time here. It's like something out of a movie. It's absolutely gorgeous."

When we walked into the living area, I noticed her expression soon changed though, and I thought she looked a little nervous, I guess wondering what was going to happen next.

Deciding she might need something to unwind, I took off my jacket and headed over to the antique liquor cabinet, against the wall. "How about an after-dinner liqueur? I've got Grand Marnier, peach schnapps, crème de menthe, and I think I've got some Sambuca, somewhere in here, too."

"Um, I don't really drink much. So, I'll just have whatever you're having."

I imagined she might enjoy something fruity, if she rarely drank, so, I poured us both some peach schnapps on ice.

"Ooh, that's nice," she said, flashing me a little grin, once she'd tried it.

I sat down and put the TV on, and patted the couch beside me. As soon as I looked at the screen and saw it was the hilarious chase scene with the grim reaper, I laughed out loud. "Hey, it's

Scary Movie

. It's really funny and it's perfect for Halloween. Have you seen it before?"

"No, I've never seen it." Then, I guess deciding she could trust me, she curled up beside me and snuggled right in. And we laughed like crazy, right to the end, even at the gross part when the girl gets stabbed by nearly everyone in the show, for talking all through the movie.

As the soon as the credits started rolling, I took her glass, put it aside and asked, "Would you like anything else?"

Biting into her lip, she shook her head, looking nervous again.

I pulled her into my lap, tipped up her chin brushed a kiss across her lips and told her again, "Sasha, I've had a really nice time with you this evening. And if you want to call it a night, it's okay, I'm fine with just driving you home."

She smirked, touched her lips to mine and whispered, "But what if I'm not ready to go home yet?"

Hardly able to believe my ears, I could feel my pulse racing as I suggested, "Then maybe we should take this next door, to my bedroom."

When I stood and picked her up, I loved the way she wrapped herself around me like a second skin, as I made my way into my bedroom, kissing her the whole way.

Once we reached my king-size bed, I let her slide down my body.

With my hands on her waist, and my heart pounding like a drum, to put her at ease, I smiled, glanced around and said, "Well, this is my bedroom."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. Then she shocked me again, when she started to undress me.

I wondered if she could feel how hard my heart was beating under her hand, as she unbuttoned my shirt and impatiently yanked it out of my pants. Before she smiled up at me, smoothing her hand over my bare chest, and sliding her fingers through my chest hair, while dusting kisses over my skin, and playfully licking at my nipples.

She had me so hot, I felt ready to combust, as I watched her unfasten her skirt and drop it to the floor, giving me an eyeful of her, in nothing but her body-hugging bustier and sexy black heels.

I'd never felt as anxious about having sex. But this was no ordinary hookup. Already, I knew I wanted to see her again, even before we'd connected. And I didn't give a damn if she was married to George, because I didn't think he deserved her.

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