Halloween 2003.
Kill Bill had come out some weeks prior and me, my wife, and some of our friends decided to dress up as characters from the movie and go to a party at a friend’s house. We had a Gogo Yubari, an O Ren Ishii, a Bride, and my wife and me. I was dressed as Johnny Mo, the head of the Crazy 88s – basically just a black suit and eye mask. My wife was dressed as Elle Driver in the nurse outfit in the hospital scene – and it was perfect. White uniform, white stockings with garters, white heels, little nurse’s hat, white gloves, and the eye patch with the red cross on it. She was an absolute smoke show and everybody knew it. I knew I looked pretty good too but she made me look like a slovenly schlub by comparison.
We got to the party and talked with old friends, drank our drinks, played music, and generally had a pretty solid Halloween party. My wife is a sucker for a good suit and I was (unknown to me prior) a sucker for one-eyed sexy nurses. So we were already a bit turned on even early in the night.
Towards beginning of the party when we passed one another or stood talking to people, we were shooting knowing glances to one another. A wink, a smirk, a lip bite. You know, shooting strong sexual and not-at-all subtle signals. Over the course of the night, the glances turned to soft caresses. The soft caresses turned to ass grabs, deep kisses in dark corners, and eventually she was full on rubbing my cock through my pants and I was sneaking fingers up her thigh and feeling her increasingly warm and wet panties. We have always been big fans of Halloween (our daughter would be conceived a few Halloweens after this night but that’s a different story) and we were in full let’s-get-out-of-here-and-bone-down mode but we were still having fun at the party so we stayed for a while longer.
At one point we passed one another in a crowded hallway and she turned to squeeze through and knowingly pressed her ass against my crotch.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her close and whispered “give me your panties.”
She turned to look with a smile and noticed I was serious. I didn’t think she would do it but dammit if she didn’t find me 10 minutes later with them balled up in her hand. I pocketed them and my cock went from a good 9 o’clock to full midnight in a snap. We connected a couple more times through the night and she’s getting wetter and wetter – dripping down her thigh at one point, which I wiped clean and sucked off my fingers. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I was damn near leaking through my pants with precum myself.
Our back-and-forth groping went on for a couple more hours until we noticed that everyone had gone outside to start a fire. Literally everyone was out there except us and maybe a few people in the basement. We were sitting next to one another at the kitchen table just inside the sliding glass door to the back yard. We were sitting pretty close and she raised one bent leg and rested it on the arm rest of my chair so she was slightly spread-eagled with her skirt hiked up to her mid-thigh. She starts fingering her wet slit with those white cotton gloves and every once in a while would bring her wet fingers up to my mouth so I can suck the juice out of the fabric. All the while she is rubbing my rock-hard member through my pants with her bestockinged foot. And we’re right next to that glass door separating us from like 30 people outside. We couldn’t see them since it was mostly dark out, but (come to find out years later) everyone could see us – and we were putting on quite the show for them.
At this point we couldn’t hold out any longer. Our urges and the slowly dying party led us out the door after some hasty goodbyes. On the way out we caught some knowing smirks which oddly turned us on even further.
We got in the car for the short drive home. As soon as we left the neighborhood she was groping me from the passenger seat. She undid her seatbelt, slowly undid my fly and pulled out my cock, and damn near inhaled it as I drove home – quickly but safely, of course. She was sucking me on all fours with her knees on the passenger seat. I took the opportunity to hike up her skirt to fondle her ass, creeping down to her sopping wet pussy – rubbing her clit and pushing my fingers inside. She’s moaning with my cock in her mouth and bucking against my hand, arching her back. I know from experience with her body language that she wants more, so I double penetrate her with my fingers – my pointer in her asshole, my middle and ring finger in her pussy, and my pinky furiously rubbing at her clit. By the time I parked outside our condo, she’s loudly coming on my hand – her ass and pussy muscles squeezing my fingers to the point of discomfort, and her moans vibrating my shaft all the way down to my balls. I was, frankly, astounded I didn’t blow my load down her eager throat at that point but I miraculously held out.
As we exit the car and climb the steps to the front door, she’s fumbling with her keys, I realize I can’t take it anymore and grab her from behind. On our little front stoop, illuminated by LED-lit jack-o’-lanterns and a creepy blacklight bulb in the porch light, I lift up her skirt and bend her over the railing. I pull out my cock – which at this point is on a hair trigger – and sink it to the hilt in her wet and post-orgasm-throbbing, deliciously soaking wet pussy. She lets out a little yelp of surprise and I give it – and I’m being generous to myself here – ten good pumps before that feeling hits me from below that I’m about to come. She senses this and – something she has never done before and hasn’t done since – gets on her knees and opens her mouth. I see that she has undone the top 3 or 4 buttons on her nurse uniform and has pulled out her tits. Whelp ladies, gents, and everyone else, that sealed the deal. As soon as she grabbed hold of my pulsating dick, I shot my load all over her face and tits – her guiding my cum’s trajectory with an educated hand, focusing the aim mostly on that eye patch. My wife is nothing if not smart. So many hours of consistent edging has led to a nigh-impossible amount of come. She is an absolute beautiful, sexy drenched-in-come mess and I love her for it. What a goddamn champ.
We go inside and get cleaned up in the shower together. Over the rest of the night we filled our bedroom with the moans and squeals that can only be brought on from a fantastic night. Even now, damn near 20 years later, this night is solidly in my Spank Bank.
Dammit I love Halloween.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qc49hg/its_a_kill_bill_halloween_mf