I Unintentionally Fucked and Blew a Complete Stranger at Our House Party [FM]

I’ve always loved dressing up for Hallowe’en. As an adult it usually includes some hot and sexy fun but I certainly didn’t plan on this happening. Scroll down to the **** if you just want the sexy bits.
Good girls don’t look like this, I thought as I gazed into my bedroom mirror. My eyes were dark, smoky and looked twice their size thanks to my eyeliner and eye shadow, topped off with long, luxurious false eyelashes. My lips were coated with a dark red lipstick, almost approaching black. It was a stark contrast to the pale foundation I’d applied to my face and neck.

It was the effect I was after – spooky and sexy – to bring my Halloween costume to life. I stood and admired the way the black lace shelf bra presented my breasts, leaving my nipples exposed. My long legs were encased in black fishnet pull-up tights, leading down to black ankle boots with stiletto heels.
In preparation for the occasion I’d shaved my blonde pubic hair off completely, and I felt luxuriously smooth and silky. As a whimsical afterthought I’d applied a temporary black cat tattoo just above my newly shaved mound.

“Oh my god !” gasped my husband, Mike, as he walked into the bedroom.

He was sporting a traditional vampire costume for their Halloween costume party and I thought his interpretation gave my handsome man a dark and brooding sex appeal.

He moved in behind me as we gazed into the mirror. I could feel the growing bulge in his black velvet pants pressing into my naked ass. He ran his hands along my waist and gently stroked upwards until he was cupping my breasts, caressing my nipples until they hardened.

“You look delicious, honey,” he said as he kissed me gently on the neck. He moved one hand down to cup my smooth mound, tracing a finger across the tattoo.

“I like your pussy. Does it want to play?” he asked as he traced the outline of my swelling labia.

“You vampires are so forward,” I said turning to face him with my hands on my hips. “I’ve got to finish getting dressed for the party. Now go finish setting up the bar or I’ll use my wand to envelop you in a cloud of garlic, you blood-sucker.”

Mike laughed. “I’ve got a wand I’d like to use on you later, you witch.”

I smiled. “If you behave yourself, later I’ll let you stir my cauldron with your long, hard wand.”
“You will be unable to resist my charismatic vampire charm,” he retorted. “No sexy underwear to go with your ensemble?”

“Not with the dress I’m wearing,” I replied.

I turned to grab a black, silky garment lying on the nearby armchair and pulled it over my head. The stretchy fabric clung to my body, the shine showcasing and enhancing my curves. The neckline scooped down, exposing a substantial amount of cleavage. The sides of the dress, from the hip down to my upper thigh had a series of horizontal cut-outs. The dress was so short it barely covered my ass.

I reached out onto the dresser and retrieved a costume necklace, featuring black spiders and webs, that I’d found at the costume store. I was pleased with the effect as the charms nestled in my cleavage. I added similarly themed earrings and then reached for a long, black wig,. Finally I donned a traditional, pointy, black witch’s hat.

Mike let out an appreciative wolf whistle. “Hottest witch ever, “ he said with a gleam in his eye. “I can’t wait to capture your black heart.”

He turned to go back downstairs, and I blew him a kiss. I inspected myself in the mirror. I looked, and felt, like a different woman. The clothing and the make-up made me look darkly sultry and predatory. I loved the feel of the silky fabric on my bare skin, sliding across my ass as I swayed, and silkily massaging my nipples, which poked noticeably through the fabric as they hardened. I reached for a bottle of black nail polish and set about to applying the finishing details before going down to complete the party set up.

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The party was well-attended. Mike and I were kept busy ensuring everyone had drinks and were well fed. I was impressed by the variety of costumes people had created. There were the traditional Halloween characters, the clever costumes inspired by current events and pop culture and, of course, some lewd and off-colour costumes.

There were three vampires, including Mike, and one other witch, whose costume was sluttier than mine – her breasts bursting out of her bustier and her ass hanging out of her mini dress whenever she leaned forward.

As the evening wore on and the merriment became louder and more saturated with alcohol, I was feeling fairly drunk. I made my way to the pantry to retrieve more bottles of mix. As I leaned into one of the lower cabinets, rummaging for bottles, I heard another person enter the pantry. Footsteps paused behind me.

I felt hands gently grip my hips, caressing the bare skin through my dress cut-outs. I glanced back and noted the French cuffs on the shirt of Mike’s costume. One hand dropped from my waist and began to caress the exposed thigh just above my fishnets.

“Mmm, you naughty vampire,” I purred. “You just can’t wait, can you? Are you still aching to play with my pussy? It’s been dripping all night in anticipation for you. But we really shouldn’t leave our guests unattended.”

As I spoke one hand drifted higher and I heard a harsh intake of breath as his searching fingers found my wet, bare pussy. The fingers stroked the length of my wet slit, probing and opening me up, as I sighed in response.

“If we’re going to fool around in the pantry you should dim the lights so we’re not noticed,” I said softly.

The lights went out and I raised myself up and leaned on top of the cupboard I had been looking into. Two fingers were now pumping in out of my pussy, the wet slurping sound confirming my increasing arousal.

“Oh baby, that feels so good. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

My dress was lifted up over my waist and I could sense Mike’s hot breath as he knelt down and started covering my ass in kisses, spreading me open and licking my engorged pussy,. He trailed his tongue to my ass, which he teased with gentle flicks of his tongue, sending electric shocks through my core.

“Oh god, you’re driving me crazy,” I moaned. “I need you inside me now. Please.”

I heard Mike stand and unzip, and then felt his velvet hardness probing me, before he slid himself in to the hilt in one thrust.

“Ahh, god, yes!” I moaned.

I felt his body looming over mine. One hand dipped into my dress, rolling and tweaking my nipples, while his other hand reached between my legs, stroking my clit in a matching rhythm to the deep strokes of his cock.

I gripped the top of the cabinet as my pussy was filled over and over, my clit tingling with the increased stimulation. My witch’s hat fell from my head as I was rocked forward with each increasing stroke of his cock, and I felt the overwhelming sensation as I approached my peak.

“That feels so fucking good,” I moaned. “I’m going to come, honey. Please come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.”

With that urging he began to pound into me in earnest, rubbing my clit furiously. My body trembled as I came hard, my orgasm washing over me as I bit into my hand to stifle my moans.

“Mmm, oh now. Come inside me now,” I mewled as my pussy clenched around his pistoning cock.

He thrust forward and I felt the welcome heat of his come in my core as he pulsed deep inside me
The sounds of panting filled the pantry. My legs felt wobbly as I came back to my senses. As I recovered, I thought I would reward Mike for his forward behaviour with one of his favourite things.
I moved my hips forward and his cock slipped out of me. Turning, I dropped to my knees.

“I’m going to suck you dry, blood-sucker,” I whispered playfully as I took his still stiff cock in my mouth.

Mike loved it when I sucked his cock after we fucked, licking him clean. I’d grown to love the act as well, enjoying the taste of his slightly salty, creamy come mixed with my own juices. I bobbed on his cock gently, licking, slurping and swallowing the products of our carnal encounter. I noted the appreciative sighs as I worked my way up and down his length. I reached around and gripped his buttocks as I deep throated him, my nose resting against his pubic bone.

“Oh, god, yes,” he said.

As I withdrew I froze, my mouth still sucking half of his shaft. I suddenly realized two things – the voice that was expressing appreciation for my oral talents wasn’t Mike’s, and the pants that were half way down his buttocks weren’t velvet like Mike’s costume. My mind began to swirl with the implications of the situation.

While my mind raced, my partner – not Mike – obviously wanted me to return to more active appreciation of the cock in my mouth, so he gently cupped my head in his hands and and began to face-fuck me. I was still so overwhelmed and confused that I didn’t think to stop him. Before I knew it, he had increased his pace and I felt the tell-tale swelling of the bulbous cockhead being pushed to the back of my throat.

“Ah god, yeah!” he gasped as jets of come shot into my mouth.

Caught up in the moment, I swallowed his load as he held himself steady in my mouth. When he was entirely spent he gently withdrew from my mouth and stepped back.

“Holy shit, that was hot. I’ve never met a woman who could make me come twice so quickly. You fuck and suck better than any woman I’ve ever met.”

And with that, he zipped himself back into his pants and stepped out of the pantry without turning the lights back on. All that I could tell about the retreating figure in the light filtering into the kitchen was that he was wearing a vampire costume that looked remarkably similar to my husband’s.

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Returning to the party 15 minutes later, my was head still swimming due to the encounter with the stranger I had thought was my husband. I looked around the still crowded party and took stock of the guests. I noted there were now only two costumed vampires, and the other’s costume didn’t look remotely like Mike’s. I couldn’t remember if I’d been introduced to all the vampires during the course of the party.

“Hi honey,” said Mike as he appeared at her side. “Party’s going great, huh?” He gave her ass a playful squeeze.

“Umm, yeah,” I said. “Everyone seems to be having a great time, and the costumes are impressive.

“Yeah. That other witch has a pretty slutty vibe going on but she can’t hold a candle to you. You’re the hottest woman in the room, and lots of people have noticed.”

I smiled weakly at Mike’s effusive praise. I still felt like I was in alternate reality after the shock of my recent encounter.

“Are you doing okay honey? You look a little out if it,” said Mike with concern.

“I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink,” I said weakly.

“Maybe switch to club soda for a bit,” advised Mike. “It seems like the party’s winding down, so we can relax soon.”

“Good idea, honey,” I replied.

“Hey,” said Mike, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “Good party gossip – did you meet that guy who was in a vampire costume pretty similar to mine?”

“Uh, I’m not sure,” I stammered nervously.

“He’s a friend Charlie brought with him,” continued Mike. “Anyway, he got totally gooned. Charlie just poured him into a cab a few minutes ago after they slammed down a bunch of shots and smoked some weed. Apparently he’d also dropped some ecstasy earlier on in the night so he went from zero to wasted in record time. He’ll be lucky if he remembers his own name tomorrow. But before he left he was bragging that our slutty witch guest over there fucked and blew him in the pantry. She did seem to be gone for a while but I never put two and two together.”

“That’s a pretty wild tale,” I said. “People having sex in our pantry seems unlikely.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” said Mike. “It might just be a story, but that witch over there has been trolling for attention all night. She seems like the type who might just go for a mid-party quicky. And that costume looks like it would come off in an instant. It screams wicked.”

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