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Subject: {ASSM} Halloween Party (M+/F, slutwife, exhib, oral, anal) - Halloween party.doc (1/1)
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Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:10:03 -0400
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A sexy French maid outfit: 
cleavage-showing top, ultra-short flared skirt, over-the-knee
stockings and spike heels.  None of the guys at the party could
believe my demure wife Suzanne would show up in an outfit as
daring as that.
The women at the party, and there were almost as many as the
guys, were of two mindsets.  More than half of them were
open-minded enough to enjoy my wife's daring; she had just
recovered from breast augmentation and was looking great.  They
were mostly friends of ours, and could appreciate the nerve it
took for my wife to come to the party in this outfit.
However, there was a minority that was scandalized by my wife's
appearance, probably out of jealousy.  These were mostly
strangers to me and my wife.  For the most part, we just avoided
them.
As the evening wore on, I found myself enjoying Suz's new-found
enjoyment in flirting.  She was constantly prancing around the
house, swinging her ass and showing off her beautiful legs. 
Several times I even caught her lifting her skirt and flashing
guys her ass!  Needless to say, her lace panties caused quite a
stir when she exposed them.
We ended up separating for a while, following different
conversations and activities.  I had just finished playing a game
of foosball in the basement when I decided to see how my wife was
getting along.
As I ascended the stairs, I looked up and was stunned to see my
wife squatting under a bar, giving some guy in a toga a blow job!
 I stumbled to a halt and watched her lovingly slide her pretty
mouth up and down the dick poking out of his costume.
She was squatting behind a bar the man was serving drinks from. 
The bar was at the top of the stairs, turned so I was looking
down its length.  I could see my wife sucking some stranger's
cock on one side, and I could see a bunch of people on the other
side, drinking and laughing like nothing was going on.  Hidden as
she was by the oversized bar top, they didn't know she was
pleasuring the Roman inches away!
Still reeling from the shock, I watched my wife, my slut wife,
grind one hand into her pussy while her other hand jacked off the
dick into her mouth.  She was obviously nearing orgasm; her arms
and body were spasming and she was sliding her mouth up an down
on the guy's cock.  With every down-stroke, her nose was touching
his pubes.  She had never deep-throated me!  Suddenly, she
slammed the dick all the way down her throat as she quivered from
her climax.  The toga-clad man took this as his cue to thrust
several times as he shot cum down my wife's throat.  She
swallowed it all, never missing a beat.
After they both finished, she
slowly let his dick slide out of her mouth, still sucking,
cleaning his cock.  She gently tucked it back under his toga,
straightened her panties, looked directly at me and smiled.
My own dick lurched in my pants when I saw that whorish
cocksucker acknowledge my voyeurism.  Suz delicately wiped her
lips of any stray juices, never letting her eyes leave mine.
I heard a shout from off to my right, out of my sight.  All the
people at the bar turned to see what caused the outburst.  My
wife quickly took advantage of the distraction and stood up from
under the bar.  She strutted out of my view and up some stairs
towards the bathroom.
"Wow," breathed a pirate to my side, startling me.  I hadn't
heard him come up beside me.  How long had he been standing
there?  What did he see?  "That's one hot babe."
"Yeah," I replied, sick to my stomach thinking about my wife
getting caught blowing another man.  How was I going to get her
out of this?
"I gotta get me some of that," he said, brushing past me and
turning the corner to follow my wife.
Not knowing what else to do, I followed him up the stairs and
caught sight of him ducking into the bathroom after my wife.  I
stealthily crept down the hall, hearing whispers coming from the
open bathroom door.
Just before I got there, the door closed, startling me.  Concern
grew within me; how far would my wife go?  She was alone in a
closed bathroom with a man who just witnessed her perform oral
sex in public.  I moved into a bedroom across from the bathroom,
closing the door to a crack.
I didn't have long to wait until the bathroom door opened,
accompanied by my wife saying "...that way we can hear if anyone
comes.  Other than you, that is."
She opened the door enough to let me see her turn around and move
past the pirate to the sink.  Oh, my!  My little slut flipped up
the back of her skirt, hooked her thumbs into her panties and
lowered them down her legs, keeping them straight and bending at
the waist.  From my angle, looking past the costumed man, I could
see everything perfectly, including her newly shaven cunt!
Once her panties hit the floor, my wife stepped out of them and
turned towards the pirate.  Seductively, she reached over and
freed his hard cock from his pantaloons.  When she bent over to
start sucking him, I pulled out my own dick.  Her oral workings
were blocked from my view, but I could see her head bobbing up
and down by his crotch.
She didn't let the blow job go on for very long; he was just
starting to moan and grab her head when she stood up, releasing
his cock with an audible "pop", and turned away from him, towards
the sink again.  She leaned forward on the countertop and looked
over her shoulder at the man.
"C'mon, fill me up," she
pleaded with the pirate, offering her ass to the man with a
wiggle.
This was one swashbuckler who didn't need to be asked twice! 
Moving behind my wanton wife, he pulled his pants down just
enough to fully expose his cock and stuffed it up her wet slit. 
He lived up to his costume's reputation and started ravishing my
willing wife, roughly grabbing her tits and pulling her top down
so he could fondle them in the open.  I could see her nipples in
the mirror, rock hard, poking in between his fingers as he mauled
them.
Suzanne had to know someone could easily see her through the
doorway, but she turned towards the door just enough to let me
see his cock pistoning into her cunt.  She raised her torso up a
little and hooked an arm around his neck, twisting her upper body
so that anyone looking in could see her breasts fully exposed. 
All this with a party going on just down the hall!
"Fuck me, fuck me," I heard her pant to her lover.  Within
minutes she started whimpering.  I could tell another climax was
about to hit her.
Just then someone started coming up the stairs.  My wife
straightened up, her eyes wide, and started spasming on the guy's
invading cock.  He grunted, grabbed a hold of her exposed tits
and plowed once, twice, three times, as he unloaded his balls
deep into her snatch.
Not wanting to get caught fucking my wife, he pulled out of her
cunt, dribbling juices, pulled up his pants and walked out the
door, down the hall.  What a jerk!  He left my wife leaning
against the sink, her dripping sex in plain view with her tits
hanging out of her costume!  Even from my location I could hear
her panting from her orgasm.
Luckily for my wife, the pirate stopped the approaching party
guest just before the bathroom door.
"Holy shit, Steve," the pirate started telling a guy dressed as a
caveman, "you won't believe what just happened."
"What's that," Steve replied.
Back in the bathroom, I noticed my wife had pulled up her top and
was sitting on the toilet.  It looked as if she were cleaning
herself, calmly trying to wipe up as the pirate's load seeped out
of her pussy.
"There's this gal in there,"
the pirate related, going in to a story about how my French maid
gave some guy in a toga a blow-job, then let him fuck her in the
bathroom.  He wasn't being quiet with his recounting, so I'm sure
my wife could hear the whole thing.
But when I looked back at her, she appeared totally unfazed by
tales of her slutty behavior being spread at the party.  In fact,
she was standing up in front of the mirror, touching up her
makeup, leaning over the sink.  She still hadn't put her panties
back on, and you could see her ass and engorged slit easily under
her short skirt!
The pirate's story finished with the caveman's disbelieving reply
of "yeah, right.  I gotta piss."
He moved past the pirate and walked right into the bathroom.  You
could tell he was surprised when he opened the door to see my
wife sexily applying lipstick in the mirror.   She looked up at
his reflection and arched her back a little.  At this, her short
skirt lifted and fully revealed her naked ass and swollen pussy
lips.
I could tell that he couldn't decide what to do; he was
alternately leaning towards the slut in front of him and getting
ready to back out of the bathroom.
"So," my wife asked, "what are you waiting for?"  She leaned all
the way over the sink, reached back with both hands and spread
her ass cheeks wide, offering herself to the Neanderthal!
She kept looking the stranger in the mirror, waiting patiently as
he tried to make up his mind.  Being a male, it didn't take him
long to decide.
He pulled up the front of his tunic, tucked it into his crude
belt, and dropped his boxers.  I could see in the mirror that he
was stiffening rapidly and was fairly well-endowed.  He kicked
his underwear aside and moved up behind my wife, jacking off.
From my vantage, I could see my wife's cunt really juicing up,
and her asshole looked like she had applied lube to it.  She
planned this! Sonofabitch!  That whore never let me anywhere near
her asshole, always complaining that it would hurt, and that it
was too dirty!
Showing no more consideration than the last guy who fucked her,
this guy took no time with my wife's anal cherry.  He moved
behind her, blocking my view of his entry, and immediately
started working his stiff dick into her asshole.
I could see my slut wife's face in the mirror the entire time as
he shoved his cock up her butt.  She bit her lip and grimaced in
discomfort as his prick opened up her sphincter.  Suzanne started
groaning, getting louder the deeper into her ass he plunged. When
he had finally bottomed out with his entire length filling her
butt, she stopped groaning and moved her hand to her clit and
started frigging herself.  Her eyes glazed and she began panting
in time to his assault on her ass.  Throughout this onslaught,
she never stopped looking at her first anal lover, letting me
watch her reaction along with him in the mirror.
With a final deep shove, I
could see the man's cheeks clench as he slammed the full length
of his cock into my wife's ass and spurted his load deep into
her.  She redoubled her efforts on her slit, climaxing just as
the caveman started to pull out.  She let out a loud grunt as she
clenched down, her ass sucking his cock back up in her,
preventing him from withdrawing.
Mr. Caveman considerately stayed in her until she was done and
she finally let his softening dick slide out of her butthole.  He
moved up to the sink and began washing off his dick as she put
her head down an her arms and rested, still standing and leaning
on the counter, still showing off her naked ass to anyone that
would happen to peek in!  I could see a small drop of cum oozing
out of her loosened sphincter.
The man finished washing up, put on his underwear and kissed my
wife on the top of her head.  He seemed about to say something to
her but thought better of it and walked out.
"Send a friend up," my wife told him.
The caveman stopped and looked back at my wife.  She hadn't
moved, still bent over the sink.
"Yeah, okay," he replied.  He moved quickly down the hall.
"Didja get some?" the pirate asked him.  I hadn't noticed his
continued presence.
"Yeah," he replied.  "Let's go get Derek."
I lost track of the conversation as they went down the stairs. 
Meanwhile, my wife made her way to the toilet and washed up
again, never closing the door.
Minutes later, I heard someone else walking down the hall towards
us.
"Hello?"  A large, heavy-set man dressed as a cop came inching
down the hallway.  Holy shit!  It was our friend, Derek.  I'm
sure Suzanne could tell his voice; surely she wouldn't do
anything with him!
"Hello...in here," my wife softly called back, getting off the
toilet and kneeling down to the side of the open door.  She
reached up and pulled down her top, freeing her tits once more. 
What was she thinking?  This was our friend!
When he got to the door, he hesitated.  He took a deep breath and
gently knocked on the door frame.
"Come in," said the little slut maid.
When he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks at
seeing my kneeling wife seductively lick her lips and open her
beautiful mouth wide.
She looked him in the eyes, tilted her head back, and said, "Give
me your cock."
Policeman Derek stood amazed, unable to reply or move.  My wife
decided to take matters into her own hands and moved towards him
on all fours, making a show out of swinging her ass back and
forth.
When she got near him, she returned to a kneeling position,
reached up and started unzipping his pants.  Suz, my beautiful
wife, reached inside his fly and gently released his stiff prick.
 She maneuvered him around her and sat him down on the toilet.
Wasting no time, my little cocksucker enveloped the head of his
cock with her ruby lips.  From where I stood, jerking off, I had
a perfect view from an angle through the open door.  I could see
her mouth sliding up and down his wet shaft, her throat expanding
as she swallowed nearly his entire length.
Her wide-open ass was on display, pointed  vaguely towards the
door.  Underneath I could see her fingers vigorously working her
clit.  Every few strokes of her mouth on his cock, she would
force her head down, burying her nose in his pubes, holding it
there and swallowing rapidly as she shoved her fingers into her
cunt.  She would slowly come up for air, lick around the head of
his dick as she moved to her hand to her clit, then repeat the
process.
A figure moved in front of me, partially blocking my sight and
causing me to jump.  Someone had walked up on my wife giving my
friend a blowjob, and I never even noticed!  My heart pounded in
my chest as I waited to see what this medieval warrior was going
to do.
"What the fuck?" the man
exclaimed. "Suzanne, what are you doing?"
My wife and the policeman she was sucking off jumped.  Derek
tried to stand up and cover himself, but my wife had a firm hold
around the base of his cock and used that to keep him seated in
place.  She looked back at the warrior in surprise.  She didn't
answer for a second.  Slowly a slutty grin appeared on her face.
"Sucking Derek's cock, what does it look like, Gregg?"   She
calmly turned back towards the seated cop and plunged her mouth
all the way down his shaft.  Derek groaned, even as he looked up
at Gregg in confusion and embarrassment.
I reeled, dizzy and sick to my stomach.  This was one of our
closest friends!  What was she thinking?  We would never be able
to look our friends in the faces again!
Gregg's dilemma was evident, even from behind, as he watched my
wife finger-fuck herself as she continued deep-throating our
friend.
"What about Scott?" Gregg asked.
Suzanne stopped sucking off Derek long enough to look back over
her shoulder and sneer, "What about him?"
"But..umm...," Gregg stammered
"Shut up, Gregg," my wife said, once again pausing in her blow
job.  "Fuck me or leave, I'm busy."  I exploded, spraying cum all
over the door and floor in front of me.  
What happened to the sweet, demure girl I married?
He stood in the door, undecided, debating his choices.  Finally
the sight of my newly-born slut wife sucking a dick in front of
him persuaded him to sigh, pull out his own cock, and kneel
behind my wife.
"Oh, you are a slut, aren't you?" he said as discovered Suzanne's
dripping snatch.  He stroked himself as he stroked her clit.  At
his rough handling, the kneeling whore grunted and shook as she
climaxed, never releasing the policeman's dick from her mouth. 
Derek moaned with her, grabbed her head, and shoved it down on
his cock as he pumped his cum into her throat.
Aroused beyond caring, he
roughly spread my wife's cheeks, exposing her reddened asshole. 
"So you take it up the ass, too, huh?" he asked rhetorically. 
Still holding her cheeks apart, he jammed his dick into her
snatch, pummeling her cunt and driving her even deeper onto
Derek's cock.
She squealed around the dick in her mouth and shook harder as her
orgasm intensified.  Derek popped out of her mouth and shot the
last two ropes of cum across her face as she continued to moan
and quake.
Satisfied with his handiwork, the wanton warrior at her rear
pulled out and took aim at her exposed butthole.  He speared her
sphincter, once, twice, three times before she yielded her rectum
to him with a loud cry of pain.
Even with the loud music coming from the party downstairs, I
could hear the quiet descend as people paused figure out where
the cry came from.
Back in the bathroom, Derek was stroking the face of my precious
slut as she endured the vicious anal pounding.  She continued to
whimper, her head resting in the cop's lap, licking his softening
cock as another man sodomized her.  Her hand never stopped
working on her sopping snatch.
Behind her, the fighter had both her butt cheeks spread wide as
he repeatedly shoved his cock all the way up her ass, then
withdrew until the head just popped out of her abused ring. 
Every deep thrust generated a whimpering cry from my wife.
Finally, with a cry of "Yeah, take it, bitch," he forced his dick
as far up my slut's asshole as he could and emptied his balls
into her rectum.  He held it there for several seconds, twitching
and jerking until my poor, sodomized wife orgasmed with him.  
I stepped back from the door, belatedly realizing that I had shot
off again sometime during her ass-fucking.  My thoughts whirled
as I cleaned up as best I could; how did I feel about this?  It
was undeniably arousing, but the thought of her with another man
stirred jealousy's ugly face within me as well.  Was her
wantonness going to continue or was she just experimenting this
one time?
The sound of  steps in the hallway brought me back from my
musings.  I turned towards the door and saw her on the other
side, blocking the light, looking in.
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked me.  "Did you like seeing
me get ass-fucked?  How about the blow job?  Did you like that?"
I was
stunned speechless by her abrupt behavior.  Why was she using
such vulgar terms?  She had never cursed around me or given in to
dirty-talk during sex.  Was she angry with me?
"I read the stories you wrote," she continued, her voice getting
husky.  "About watching me fuck other men.  Well, I'm not done
yet."
With this dubious threat delivered, she tossed her panties into
my room and walked away down the hall, back towards the party.




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