Trick or Treat

Her husband gave her a cheeky pat on the bottom.  ‘Up you get my love, showered and dressed for the party’.  Oh it was always only a cheeky pat.  Long since she stopped asking him for more.  She had begged him to do it harder.  She wanted him to hurt her, so she could feel him.  He wouldn’t though; he just told her he couldn’t hurt his darling wife.  When she whispered her deepest fantasies of her being taken by a dark stranger whilst he watched he listened quietly, but didn’t react.   He was hurting her, neglecting her needs.  They had just had their usual Saturday afternoon session in bed.  He called it ‘making love’.  She still had her negligee on.  She wanted him to rip it off with his teeth, but the only fabric going on his teeth was from the floss he used at 7am every morning and 11pm in the evening.  She didn’t want to make love once or twice a week.  She wanted sex, passion, filth and to be his dirty little fuck slut.

He was a good husband, worked hard, cooked, cleaned, remembered birthdays and anniversaries.  She was content for a while, but was getting restless.  Perhaps she had been reading too much erotica. He called it ‘Filth’, her friends called it ‘Mommy porn’.

She poured herself a glass of Red, as he got showered.  She needed something to get her in the mood for the ‘Halloween party’ at his boss’s house.  No doubt he will be another boring man with a ‘domestic goddess’ of a wife, smiling politely and talking about the weather and vacations.

She was a sexy looking woman for her 30 yrs with curvy, but feline features.  Long sleek black hair and green eyes, were an unusual combination and a contrast to her blond haired, blue eyed husband. She thought he looked like an angel when she first saw him in her first English class at high school.  His blond loose curls were sitting on his shoulders and his smile was as sweet as the candy he gave her at morning break every day for three years until she agreed to date him.  This progressed to a box of chocolates every Saturday evening.  He bought her them on the way back from his Saturday job in the local supermarket, where he was now the Deputy Manager.  Now he buys her flowers on Friday and chocolates and wine on Saturday.

Once she was out of the shower herself and sipping her second glass of wine, she changed into the black cat outfit that went perfectly with her feline features.  Her pale skin and perfect round breasts looked wonderful with the black velvet costume.  The satin mask accentuated her jewel like eyes, gleaming like a cat in the headlights of a car.  Her husband told her she was beautiful, she wanted him to take her in his arms and call her a sexy little minx.  He was Dracula, pretty and blonde, but Dracula!

They are greeted by ‘Domestic Goddess’ AKA Snow white for the evening. Sweetly smiling and leading them into the party lounge.  The host husband is also Dracula and his smile if you could call it that could have been described as mean if it wasn’t for the glint in his eyes, which were almost as dark as his jet black hair.  ’Blonde Dracula’ went to find the cloakroom and left her standing there, not yet introduced to ‘Mean Dracula’.  He was staring at her with those piercing dark eyes and she could feel herself flushing and looking around for her husband. She needed her loving husband’s arm around her waist now.  She felt vulnerable, but composing herself she looked back at him and he smiled.  He walked towards her and held his hand out and instead of shaking it, he caught her wrist and led her across to the drinks table and silently poured her a glass of smooth red wine.  She wondered how he knew that was her drink. Even though he had let go of her wrist now, she could still feel his grip and wanted to feel it more. He told her to drink the wine and he would give her a tour of the house.  She nodded and thought well at least she might find her husband sometime soon.  She looked around and noticed a dozen or so more people in the room, but they were all engrossed in conversation or provocative activity.  ’Mean Dracula’ took her wrist again with one hand and whispered in her ear for her to come with him.  She still hadn’t spoken a word to him, but felt almost hypnotised in his presence.

He walked her up the stairs, one hand around her wrist and the other on her back.  She felt excited by his touch and almost anticipated something delicious was going to happen that night.  She was memorised, and as she passed one room saw a Snow White figure lying on a bed.  It looked like her hands were tied to the bed post.  She giggled inside, wondering if she had seven little men in the room with her.   ‘Mean Dracula’ said ‘It’s Halloween, let’s play a game’.   She liked games and had hinted to her husband in the past, that she would like to dress up and do some role play.  Well here she was now all dressed up and ready to play.  No husband in sight though!  She nodded again, but still couldn’t bring herself to speak.  He untied the scarf from around her waist, removed her mask and looked deep into her eyes.  ‘Are you ready for your treat my foxy feline?’  He didn’t wait for the answer, but tied the scarf over her eyes and although in darkness, she felt the glow.  He skin was no longer pale milky white, but was beautifully blushed the palest pink.

Just for a moment she thought about her husband, but wasn’t worried about him finding her as he had left her in the hands of his boss.  She had never felt so excited in her life and this pussy cats own pussy had been wet since he first grabbed her wrist.  She was sure if her whole attire was not black it would be very apparent.  A door creaked, so she knew she was being led into a room.  The door slammed behind her and made her jump.  Then there was nothing but silence as he sat her on the bed.  The silence was replaced by the strong beating of her heart.  He let go of her wrists and pushed her down on the bed and told her to get on her hands and knees like a good little pussy cat and wait.  In the smallest of voices, she spoke for the first time as though the release of his hand from her wrist allowed it.  ‘But my husband’ she said as the door creaked and then slammed again.

She thought he had left the room, but realised she heard heavier breathing than that of her own.   She felt his firm hand on her back and his breath on her neck and then a delicate kiss, which did surprise her.  He pushed her flat onto the bed and his hand moved slowly down to her back.  He lifted the short black lacy skirt to reveal the soft satin panties and sighed.  He ran his hand between her thighs and up to her crotch and felt the wetness.  She felt like she was going to flood, but somehow managed to prevent it.  Remaining silent as though she was dreaming, she felt like she was  floating in the darkness.   Then he touched her face and almost thought she heard him whisper ‘I love you’, she thought she imagined it in half the dream she was in.   He removed her panties and caressed her bottom more.  Then ‘Thwack’, she gasped before another ‘Thwack’ and then she squealed so he stopped and caressed her face again.  He whispered in the faintest of voice ‘Does by beautiful pussy want more?’  She nodded and raised her pert little bottom to show him how much more.  She could feel her cheeks blushing redder and redder and was almost lost in this dark delicious place, until her husband flashed into her mind again.  He perfect loyal and loving husband!

‘Stop, please stop’ she sobbed.  He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over and climbed on top of her.  She could feel his hard cock through his trousers against her wet pussy.  His breath was hot against her face.   He removed the scarf from her eyes and his blue eyes stared at her and said ‘My beautiful wife, be my dirty little fuck slut tonight’.  She flooded.