Halloween is a time to share

Getting ready

The Halloween party started similarly to any other, lots of people and lots of drink. The party had a theme: ‘Historic’ we had to come as anybody or anything from history.

Since I had one, I donned my kilt and partially painted my face blue. Braveheart style. In true Scotsman style I went commando, as I thought it’d be fun. Not knowing how relevant it would become later on…

My phone chimed. It was from Mel, my wife, “I will meet you at Kasey’s. I have a surprise for you… and maybe more ;)”

I racked my brain at what it could be, what was she dressed as? Was that the surprise? Unable to figure it out, I finished off my costume, and pinned my tartan sash to my ghillie shirt and left for Kasey’s.

AT THE PARTY

I arrived at the party around 9pm. There were already a fair few people there but over the next hour the flat filled at a steady rate until it was quite full. There were easily thirty people there, maybe more.
Now, Kasey, had a love of the theatrical so she felt the need to introduce everyone and who they were dressed as. She was usually a pest, but I was nicely buzzed from my whisky so she was tolerable.

There were a handful of people in togas and such, supposed to be Romans. Two guys were dressed as Spartans, like from 300, painted on abs and all. Kasey herself was dressed as Marilyn Monroe, and pulling it off nicely I might add. But I think the biggest cheer went to my friend, Andrew, dressed as Fidel Castro who had gone all out, with the military uniform, and glorious beard.
Everyone had been called out, no sign of Mel. She must be late. As usual.

“Now I have one last introduction to make,” Kasey announced.

The rowdy room fell silent. I looked around. This had to be Mel. What was she doing? The door to the right of Kasey opened and out walked Mel, wrapped in a bed sheet. “A toga isn’t very original” I thought to myself. Never the less she mounted the table by her side and stood above everyone else in the room.

She grabbed and threw the sheet into the crowd. The Crowd erupted in instant approval of her costume. Her hair was long and wavy; she wore a decorative ancient coin necklace, a VERY see through purple silk shawl. Her pussy was covered by a garment similar to her necklace, tied at the back leaving her bare ass exposed. On her feet she wore gladiator sandals. The entire length of her arms and legs, were painted in tribal style henna tattoos. She looked stunning.

“I am Mel. I am a whore of Babylon. And I expect to be treated as one.”

Once again the room erupted, cheering and hollering. Mel’s eyes searched the crowd for me, she eventually found me, our eyes locked. She kept her gaze as if looking for approval. I smiled and nodded. The music kicked back into gear, it was loud and basey. Mel threw herself into the crowd and began dancing with everyone and anyone. The room was a mass with people we did, and didn’t know. All in costume, many groping hands reaching for my wife’s exposed body.

After a few songs had been and gone, and multiple drinks later my wife led the first of her “customers” to Kasey’s bedroom. This is when Kasey’s love of all things theatrical peaked again, and this was really something. She walked across the room to her, needlessly big, 50 inch plasma TV. She switched it on. The entire room was greeted with a full screen live stream from the bedroom, my wife, the whore of Babylon. So the whole party could see every second of her antics.

I decided to watch her with her first man of the night, just to see how far she was going, and what exactly was happening. Turns out the whole way, and everything was happening. The shawl and ‘underwear’ were removed within seconds. His hands wandered her body, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her sweet ass.

It didn’t take long for him to spread her legs, and slip his (from here) average looking cock in. From this angle the view was obscured by this stranger in a skeleton outfit. I was about ready to burst into the room to watch, but then to my luck, the picture jumped and a new view from the other side of the room appeared, it appeared to be on a timer. I could see my wife getting fucked by this stranger, he wasn’t pacing himself and as I expected blew his load on her stomach less than a minute later.

He left the room, still putting himself away, and was greeted by a big cheer. Mel cleaned herself up, and threw the door open, “Next please.” There were a few laughs, and the crowd stirred, some people kept dancing, I think they were unsure of the situation.

“So! Who is fucking next?” Mel shouted. A hand shot up. “Right here.”

This time it was two guys, this would be good. It was the two Spartans. Were they going to take turns, or what? They both removed their leather briefs, but left on their cloaks. One of them took Mel into the doggy position and pressed his above average cock into her pussy, she moaned as he stretched her after the previous guy. The second Spartan took this as his cue and thrust his similarly sized cock into her open mouth, muffling her moans of pleasure.

Watching Mel being spit-roasted by these two strange men dressed as Spartans was really starting to turn me on. But I wanted to wait to get her home. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, I wanted to go dance, and enjoy the party, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. A soft hand fell on my shoulder. It was Kasey, “C’mon, while she is doing that, you can do me.” I didn’t need telling twice, I downed my whiskey and jumped to my feet and began dancing with her. I held her close, as we swayed to the music. I kept glancing over at the screen, I couldn’t help it.

“O”, Kasey said, startled. She could feel my hard on through my kilt poking her in the side, “Are you a true Scotsman tonight?” A grin slowly spread across my face. She knew it meant that I was. She grabbed my kilt belt and dragged me through to her spare bedroom.

She closed the door spun round and pushed me onto the bed. “You know I wanted an authentic 50’s feel, so I haven’t shaved,” she winked at me, lifted her dress up and over her head to reveal a neatly trimmed nest dark of pubes between her legs. Not my forte, but it didn’t bother me. As the dress travelled further up and passed her breasts, they dropped, ever so slightly, and bounced freely. I’d say they were D-cups. Her nipples were already hard and pointing towards me. She looked even better, just in white heels and matching stockings. I, as quickly as I could un-buckled my kilt, but it can be a bloody pest, especially after drinking. But I managed, just. Pulled off my shirt, and threw off my boots. “Mel wasn’t kidding when she told about your eh… size” I looked down at my cock, it was fully erect, blood rushing through it, pulsing.

A wide eyed Kasey lunged towards me, landing on the bed between my legs. She took the head of my cock into her mouth, and swallowed down a few times to wet my head. She then clambered up, squatted down, and my cock seemed to slip into her wet and hairy pussy. This was fairly taking me back as I hadn’t been with a hairy woman since I was a teenager.

Kasey let out a high pitched “oh!” as her pussy stretched and took in the full length of my cock. She began to bounce up and down on me, slowly at first but she picked up the pace. Her boobs jiggled around the whole time, it was almost mesmerising watching her nipples dance freely.

Kasey screamed, orgasming as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her hot juices ran down my cock, I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock. She kept riding me, and was going pretty fast by this point. I could feel my cum building, I felt the pleasure build within. I could hold it in no longer. The waves of pleasure washed over me, as I shot warm ropes of cum deep into Kasey’s pussy. Easily filled her up, as when I pulled out quite a bit of my cum came with me, soaking into her sheets.

We got cleaned up and redressed then re-joined the party, don’t think anyone noticed that we had gone. As we entered the living room I passed the two Spartans who had been spit-roasting my wife when I left. I glanced over at the TV to see Mel 69-ing her friend Rose (not the first time they have been together) and Mel was jacking of Rose’s new boyfriend at the same time. Mel finished off Rose first, so she took Carl into her mouth, while Rose still licked her pussy. He came in her mouth and she swallowed the lot. Soon after Mel began to orgasm, really loudly, when there was a lull in the music, so everyone heard it. Hearing her scream and moan was turning me on again.

Mel fucked man after man after woman, pretty much everyone had a go, and this went on till the small hours, and by this point some people had had two goes. We were all fairly drunk by this point. It must have been about 2:30am, when Mel finally emerged wearing only her henna tattoos. She killed the music and walked over to me, looked me dead in the eye and demanded, “You! Anal! Now!”

There was an intake of breath from the whole room as she got down on all fours in the middle of the room full of people. Anal was a rare treat for me, so I was going to fully enjoy this. Kasey threw me the baby oil, and I lathered Mel’s ass in it, making it slippery and ready. I pressed my head against the tightly pursed asshole and slowly pushed. Millimeter by millimeter I got deeper in until I was finally passed her sphincter muscles; I then began to fuck her ass.

“Anyone still got cum? I’m hungry.” Mel announced to the room. Almost immediately a dozen cocks were un-caged and thrust towards my wife’s face. She took one in her mouth and the rest just had to see to themselves, she alternated between who she sucked off.

As I ass fucked her, with men jacking off all around, I was really turned on. As each man came, he put his cock in her mouth, and shot cum down her throat, and she swallowed every last drop. I managed to hold out past all of the cocks being pushed down Mel’s throat, so I was last to blow. But only by a few minutes. I fucked her hard and fast her tight ass clenching around my dick. My head exploded deep inside her, I pumped everything I had into her sweet ass then withdrew, to see the gaping and dripping hole I had left.

The party died down soon after that so we decided to head home. Mel laced up her sandals and headed for the door, “Are you not getting dressed?” I asked.
“It’s ten minutes, I’ll be fine”

In those ten minutes, we were spotted four times, and she ended up giving a blowjob down some dark side street, to a guy dressed as a zombie doctor. She collapsed onto our bed when we got in, her boobs aching from all the grabbing and pinching and a sore ass from her last show of the night. So I decided to treat her to one last bit of oral before bed. I licked and sucked her, still soaking wet pussy until she came one final time. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The Next Day

We didn’t awake until very late the next day. When I went to pick up the post from the floor I found an envelope hand written “FOR YOU”. I opened it, and it contained a disc, written on the disc was, “Thought you’d enjoy the footage from last night.”

We now watch it from time to time, or I loan it to my guy friends for them to all to see what they missed.

Hopefully next year is just as good.