Loading...We’d hardly had any traffic on the road that led out of town but the full moon had been our constant companion as it threw a ribbon of eerie light onto the narrow twisty path that led us into the countryside. The stillness was in sharp contrast to the lively scenes we’d passed as we’d driven through the suburbs where pumpkin lanterns decorated houses and kids wearing ghoulish costumes trawled the neighborhoods, trick or treating.
“Dammit,” Cray cursed softly as he braked sharply, “I think we just missed the turnoff.” He looked for a place to reverse as I glanced at the small map that had accompanied the invitation.
“Yes it looks like we needed to turn left there and carry on for a couple of miles,” I replied. “The entrance to Pilgrims Post is just before the mountain pass. I guess it should be easy to find after that.”
Cray ran his hand over my thigh, thoughtful as ever. “You okay babe? You’re not nervous are you?”
I smiled into the darkness and shook my head as he guided the car towards our destination. “No,” I said a little too quickly, but if I was really honest, I’d admit that I was a little apprehensive but also intrigued by what would unfold.
Since Cray had arrived home with the unusual invitation a fortnight ago my curiosity had been piqued. I’d never been to an adult Halloween party or a ‘Soiree’ as this was called but I suppose it was a combination of a number of things that had my interest aroused.
Firstly, I didn’t even know the hosts, but Cray did. Cara and Beth were apparently both attractive blondes who he knew from before we’d got married. I’d jokingly asked if he’d fucked either of them.
“No chance,” he’d said wistfully. “Cara and Beth met shortly after they were both divorced and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. As far as I know they’re totally committed to each other, but they are definitely very hot and very wild babes.”
I laughed at the expression on Cray’s face. It was a combination of regret tinged with that look that guys get when they’re imagining two naked women wrapped around each other lustfully exploring lots of hot pussy.
Apparently Cara had successfully managed a small hotel until she and Beth had saved up to buy a place of their own which they now intended running as an exclusive guesthouse. That’s where we were headed for the evening’s entertainment. Hallows Eve was to be their grand opening and everything was on the house although we had to follow the rules.
The second aspect that I’d found so intriguing was that in keeping with the wicked side of Halloween, the evening promised a wild time for married couples. Everyone would be encouraged to push the boundaries with some group sex play and have borderline sex with other people who were not their intimate friends or close associates. It would be daring and exciting but would stop short of actually swapping partners.
Frankly, Cray and I had never involved other people in our sex lives. We’d fantasized together about a threesome sometimes when we got into some hard and lustful fucking but it was never anything we’d ever considered for real. We’d seen some of our more adventurous friends start that way then progress to full swinging and end up damaging their relationships. Of course, we didn’t want that to happen to us and had pretty much decided to keep the idea of other people as fantasy fodder. But then this invitation arrived and Cray, despite his slightly conservative approach to kinky sex, seemed relatively open-minded and relaxed about going.
I’d agreed to go without too much convincing. It wasn’t that I was bored or anything with my marriage but I’d always secretly held the belief that I was inherently more sexual and definitely wilder than Cray. I kind of liked the idea that the invitation was extended under the cloak of Halloween and in the spirit of its mysterious and dark side. It would allow me to experience stuff that was often thought of as taboo for a married woman without any fear of judgment.
According to the invitation, the place we were going was situated in what used to be a ghost town. It had been boarded up for over fifty years but had now been refurbished to its former glory.
I smiled wryly at the word ‘glory.’ From as far back as I could remember I’d always loved quaint little places steeped in history but Pilgrims Post was one of those former mining towns that had survived on its legends rather than its glory. In its day, it had been a typical ‘boom and bust’ mining town, a remnant of greed and dreams, with a reputation for hard drinking men and loose wanton women. However a couple of months ago it had experienced something of a renaissance with an investor restoring numerous historical buildings and opening a mining museum.
In addition some parts of the town had been declared a national historic site with the original sites being preserved in a state of ‘arrested decay’ where interiors remained as they’d been left and were stocked with goods that had been found there.
It was only when we pulled up at the last building at the very end of Main Street which was the address we’d been given, that I realized why Cara and Beth had been able to purchase their site. It was a flat roofed two storey structure, but the original rusted and dilapidated signboard remained above the restored façade of the building.
“Ruby’s Place!” I exclaimed, “Oh my God, that’s why the invitation said I should dress like a lady of the night.”
Cray stared quizzically at me.
“Come on honey,” I said, “Surely you must have heard the stories about Ruby’s Place? They’ve been passed down through the generations and are almost legendary. This was the infamous brothel where that woman went completely berserk when she caught her husband there. She killed him and two of the whores he was with. Ruby was apparently the Madam who owned the place and she got her face badly slashed while trying to stop the madwoman.”
“Ouch!” Cray said with a grimace. “Hopefully things are going to be very different tonight.”
I laughed but as soon as I stepped out of the car I noticed the quiet. We weren’t the first ones there judging from the other cars in the parking area, but there was an eerie silence that engulfed us. And for all the outside lights, Ruby’s Place still looked a little darker and creepier than the rest of the buildings on the street.
A small shiver prickled up my spine. “Do you think this place may be haunted?”
“C’mon baby, you know I don’t believe in that poltergeist shit and you shouldn’t either.”
“Well I don’t exactly believe in it,” I retorted, “but you know, you can’t discount the possibility that they may exist.”
“My love, the only thing that exists tonight is the amount of fun that you and I are going to have,” Cray said as he ran his hand over my ass. “Now, did I tell you how drop-dead sexy you look dressed as a hooker?”
***
Cara was the second person to compliment me on my hooker style as we walked into the reception area. She was blonde and petite in a midnight blue mini-dress that showed off her slim legs. She greeted Cray with a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek and let her eyes run slowly over my body as he introduced us.
“You look absolutely fabulous, Raquel,” she enthused, “And it’s so good to meet you. I think you’re going to be very popular tonight.”
I laughed a little self consciously. I’d enjoyed my transformation from a demure lady to a brazen hussy but I’d been a little concerned that maybe I’d pushed it too far with the long scarlet evening dress that I’d chosen. It clung to me like a second skin and had a neckline that plunged dangerously low but it showed my braless breasts off beautifully. I was already imagining how the smooth texture of the silk would caress my nipples and keep them at attention for a whole evening. A deep slit ran from the hem up the front of the dress and allowed for my long legs in sheer black stockings to show when I walked or sat. What wasn’t visible though were the garter belt and flimsy panties that I was wearing beneath the dress. That was to be revealed later, when my slut personality had gained some more confidence.
“And Cray you look perfect too, “Cara said, “Thanks for sticking to the Zorro look as we requested. Now, please make sure you wear these for the duration of the evening.” She smiled as she handed us each a mask and proceeded to don one herself.
Mine, like hers, was a soft black cover that fitted comfortably around my eyes. I glanced quickly at the ornately framed mirror on the wall and liked what I saw. The mask would give me the courage and the freedom to have as much fun as I wanted without having to worry about being recognized again. But in addition it combined well with my outfit and glossy black hair that hung sleekly to my shoulders. It accentuated my blue eyes and created a dramatic and erotic effect which immediately made me feel very daring and sexy.
Cray’s mask on the other hand was a little more elaborate. It was also geared to obscure the top half of his face but it came complete with a wig of dark hair that totally altered the way he looked. If he’d had any reservations about anyone knowing he was the newest partner from one of the up and coming law firms, he could lay them to rest. His disguise was perfect; nobody would recognize him at all.
I was excited and nervous as Cara led us through to the dining area where everyone was mingling and sipping drinks. It was a place of old-style elegance and sophistication, with deep carpets and wood-paneled walls.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as I caught my first glimpse of the other guests. “I feel like I’m having double vision.”
The man nearest to me laughed. “More like quadruple vision isn’t it?”
“Or the after- effects of a very heavy night on the bottle,” said a tall voluptuous redhead in a stretch black lace dress that hugged her curves and showed she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her breasts were full and round and I couldn’t help noticing the way her nipples poked through the fabric of her dress.
The man thrust his hand out to us. “I’m Dave and this lovely wench here is my wife Sandy.”
Cray made the necessary introductions while I tried to get over my surprise at seeing that all the men were dressed in exactly the same way. Obviously they’d all been instructed to wear black pants and shirts with black capes. And they wore the identical mask and wig that Cray did which made it difficult to distinguish one from another. It added to the whole mystery of the evening and I wondered if they’d be distinguishable by their cocks.
I flushed at my shameless thoughts and gulped down half a glass of Hallows Aphrodisiac, which was being offered around. According to Cara it was a combination of sparkling cider, cranberry juice mixed with ginger, cinnamon, cloves, sugar and a good spike of rum.
Cray and I exchanged intimate smiles. Cranberry juice always made his cum taste sweeter. I sipped the concoction slowly and enjoyed the warmth that flowed through me.
A delicious gourmet dinner was served and during that time we all got better acquainted. It helped that there were small name plates on the table identifying each person as none of us knew any of the other couples. Most of the conversation was lighthearted and focused on how everyone had met his or her partner but I also took the opportunity to study the guests a little more closely.
Sizing up people who were potential fuck partners or sex playthings was a heady business and I was already feeling a little tipsy from the wine I’d consumed with dinner. Of course, in the subdued light of the dining room and with the masks on it was not easy to glean too much, but Dave had nice hands with long pianist fingers that made me think of all the places I liked getting stroked. And it seemed as if Pamela, a curvaceous brunette and her husband Gareth might be younger than us while Sam and Dina were the oldest couple there.
Dina looked to be holding firm in her forties while I was just getting used to being in my late twenties. She wore a black velvet catsuit slit to the navel and showed plenty of cleavage. Her vividly painted nails were in stark contrast to the white blonde hair she was toying with as she stared frankly at me. There was no doubt she was attractive although ‘cool’ was probably a better word to describe her, and her attitude was calculating and clearly at ease. I was positive this wasn’t her first time playing with other couples.
“You’re very pretty,” she murmured letting her eyes linger over my breasts. “That long black hair and those red lips of yours…Just like Snow White.” She tore her eyes away from me and glanced at her husband. “Isn’t she pretty, Sam?”
“Oh yeah, absolutely gorgeous,” he replied flashing me a lecherous grin.
I smiled and sipped my wine before I licked my cherry-glossed lips in the sexiest manner I could manage, leaving the tip of my tongue in the corner of my mouth for a second too long. It was bizarre, I was being hit on by a strange woman and her husband in front of my husband and it felt both strange and exciting.
All at once the thought of what we were actually there for made me giddy with exhilaration and I felt a seeping wetness between my thighs. Sam had a deep sexy voice. It was smooth and rich, like melting chocolate and although I wasn’t particularly attracted to Dina I was getting off on the idea that she was trying to win me over simply to get between my legs.
“Well I don’t know about Snow White, but I’m the one who gets to sample all her goodies.” Cray’s voice cut through my reverie as his arm snaked around my shoulder, signaling his right of ownership.
A flash of irritation coursed through me but I was not entirely surprised by Cray’s reaction. He’d tried to keep his answer light and within the spirit of the topic but I knew that deep down he was a little possessive and definitely conservative. Frankly, I’d been amazed that he’d actually wanted to come to the party in the first place. I moved closer to him and gave his thigh a reassuring pat while hoping to God he wasn’t going to create a scene later if and when things got heavy.
Beth moved the conversation along to how they had acquired Ruby’s Place and then the legendary tale of the gruesome murders was recounted. Cara embellished a bit but basically it was the same version that I’d given Cray about the jealous wife running amok and killing her husband and the whores, and then slashing Ruby’s face.
“So whatever happened to Ruby, afterwards?” I asked.
“Well, the place was closed while she was in the hospital and the other girls were too terrified to stay. By the time Ruby returned, she was badly scarred and business had come to a halt. It was very sad really.” Beth paused. “Ruby never got over losing her looks, and she’d been a beautiful woman in her time.”
She pointed to an old photograph in an ornate frame on the far wall as she spoke. “That’s Ruby there in her heyday with some of her girls and Charles, the guy who was murdered. It seems he was a regular customer here.”
I jumped up to get a closer look at the photo while Beth continued, “Ruby kept herself locked up here like a hermit, never going out but surrounded by all her memories until it all got too much…”
“What do you mean?” Sandy asked.
“She committed suicide eventually,” Cara said softly. “Poor thing.”
It may have been my imagination but the lights seemed to flicker for an instant and goosebumps prickled across my skin. “So there have been three murders and one suicide in this place?”
Beth laughed lightly. “Yes but that was long time ago.”
“You think it may be haunted?” I persisted.
A quick look passed between Cara and Beth, before Cara replied. “Well we haven’t seen anything unusual, but…”
“But what?” Sandy and I chimed together.
“Well, a maid has reported seeing the door of one of the rooms opening and closing on its own followed by a strange energy filling the room. She claims it has happened twice during this last week as we were busy getting things ready for the opening.”
“Which room is it?” one of the men asked as he sipped his wine contemplatively.
“No way am I saying,” Beth replied with a grin. “I don’t want superstitious guests refusing to be given that room.”
“I don’t believe in the Loch Ness monster, the tooth fairy, poltergeists or aliens so feel free to give us that room anytime you like,” Cray challenged.
Beth smiled and continued. “And the housekeeper swears that the picture of Ruby on the wall here, and another like it upstairs in the hallway, have changed character or positions. She claims she’s seen differences. But then again she’s a lady who likes a couple of drinks, so who is to believe what she says?”
Sam let out a bellowing laugh. “You’re shitting us right, Beth? Making for a more authentic Halloween?” He took a deep sip from his glass, and still chuckling held it up in a toast. “Well here’s to the hotel’s good spirits warming the cockles of our hearts.”
“With the emphasis on cocks,” Dina said as she drained her glass.
“Well let’s say, if there are any spirits here, they should be exorcised after tonight’s fun and games,” Cara remarked. “It’s been too long since there has been a full house filled with horny people here.”
“Er um, did someone mention fun and games and horny in the same sentence?” Gareth said joining in the conversation.
“Oh yeah,” Cara said flashing us a sexy smile. “Let’s go through to the lounge to play.”
***
Candles and pumpkin lanterns bathed the lounge in a warm glow and a small fire crackled in the hearth. The floor was covered in deep wall-to-wall caramel colored carpeting and the couches had been positioned so that we could all comfortably see each other. A fine wool Persian rug, deep and fluid-resistant lay between the couches and in the far corner of the room stood a large wooden closet.
“Let me explain the rules for the evening,” Beth said as we all settled in. “They’re simple enough. We’ll play some adult Halloween games which will incorporate show and tell, strip tease, touching, licking, masturbation and toys. Sex with your spouse is great but no one will be forced to do anything they’re not comfortable with. No wife swapping or intercourse between couples allowed though. We want Ruby’s Place to be respectable for a change,” she laughed.
“As respectable as it can be, considering the circumstances,” Cray said as a small smile played around his lips. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he imagining Beth being stripped out of her tight leather pants and T shirt with SINNER emblazoned over her breasts, or was someone else already the object of his thoughts?
Cara and Beth began with a little slow dancing to the muted music that played in the background. A hush fell over the room as we watched them press and grind against each other. Beth kissed Cara softly and it built in intensity as Cara slipped a hand under Beth’s shirt and kneaded her breast. I was willing to bet that that little display of what could be expected from the festivities got the guys hard in a heartbeat and I have to admit it stirred me as well.
Cara broke away from Beth’s embrace. “Okay,” she said breathlessly, “Let the games begin. How about, just to get everyone into the mood, we start with Skeletons in the Closet?”
The idea was that each couple would go into the closet. Once inside we’d have to share a sexual secret or a secret fantasy with the others before we could come out again.
Dina and Sam went first and confirmed my suspicions that they had played with others before. There was nothing shy about them and they simply wanted to get things going. Sam admitted that they’d been to a swinger’s club a couple of times and had found it a big turn on. “But the wildest thing for me,” Dina said dropping her voice, so that we had to strain to hear it coming from the closet, “Was when I watched a guy crawl up to Sam’s lap and suck him off. I still fantasize about it often and hope that somewhere some place it will happen again.” I felt a warm flush of desire rush through my veins. That was a secret fantasy I had as well. I’d always wanted to see two guys sucking each other’s cocks. I smiled at Sam as he came out from the closet and wondered if I might get to see something like that later.
Pamela and her husband were next into the closet. She’d been very demure throughout the evening and I hadn’t formed an opinion about her yet, so you can imagine my surprise when she blurted out her confession in a breathy excited voice.
“Gareth gave me a good spanking in the parking lot before we came in. He told me he wanted me to behave during dinner.”
“Wow, is that true, Gareth?” Cara asked.
“Oh yeah,” he replied in a rich male baritone, “Pam likes me to spank her with my hand or a paddle but when she’s really bad, I use the belt.”
“And what did you use tonight?” someone asked.
“I’m not telling,” Gareth drawled as they emerged from the closet. “But Pam will show.”
Pamela lifted her short black dress and not only was she pantyless but her ass cheeks still glowed red from her recent spanking. She blushed becomingly as her husband stroked her still warm buttocks with the open palm of his hand and then gave her a light slap on her tender skin.
It was our turn to go next and I knew exactly which story I was going to relate. We hadn’t had any real kinky sex but there had been one memorable experience when we came back from a party. Cray had been a little drunk and I was very horny. I’d talked him into booking us into a cheap motel near a couple of strip joints so we could have a dirty late-night fuck. The motel featured free porno films and we watched one while we fucked wildly with the lights on and the curtains partially open. They were open just enough so that people coming past from the strip clubs would see us as they passed by our window. Three guys watched us fuck for over an hour and I had some of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had in my life.
Cray slipped his fingers into my pussy as I was recounting the story in the darkness of the closet and I stifled a groan. “Just telling you about that little incident has made her so wet,” he announced, much to my surprise.
Everyone grinned at us as we took our seats and Dave and Sandy made their way in to reveal their skeletons.
“Sandy and I enjoy risky public sex,” Dave said. “We often play with each other under the table in restaurants or fuck in public places where there’s a possibility that we might get caught. The thrill comes from the fact that we might actually be discovered.”
“Oh yeah the rush definitely comes from the risk,” Sandy agreed. “Once we were fucking in a park when some guys came upon us. We were naked in the moonlight when all of a sudden this shadow fell over us. Dave rolled off me and we looked up at them.” Sandy giggled. “They were slightly drunk and in no hurry to leave. They even asked if we needed some help or if we wanted an orgy. Dave told them no thanks and it was a weird feeling to have them stare down at me lewdly while I was all exposed. I was embarrassed but strangely I wasn’t scared. And when they finally left, Dave stuck his cock back in me and I came almost immediately, I was that excited. It was great for both of us. A real adrenaline trip and it makes me horny just thinking about it.”
I looked around the room. There was some kissing going on between the couples and some intimate touching. Cray was hard from the time he’d fingered me in the closet and he leaned in to kiss me and fondle my breasts. I was pleased that he was getting fully into the spirit of things.
“Now that everyone’s a little more in the mood, we can move onto Trick or Treat,” Cara said, as she topped our wine glasses up. “It’s a game that’s more for the ladies, but the guys will enjoy it too.”
Beth brought an old wooden chair into the room together with a carved wooden box. The chair caused a buzz of excitement and laughter when we saw it properly. A circle had been cut from the narrow base of the chair and through it protruded a large black phallic shape which was affixed firmly to the chair.
“Oh shit!” Sandy exclaimed. “What the hell is that?
“We think that Ruby may just have had the original blueprint for the Sybian,” Cara laughed. “We found this baby down in the basement and decided to have it restored and varnished. The cock was wooden and looked well used to say the least,” she said stroking the long phallic shape. “So we decided to get it covered in silicone and put it back into use for very special occasions.”
“Does this qualify as a trick or a treat?” I asked nonchalantly even though the sight of the big thick protuberance jutting from the chair had set my mind racing and my pussy pulsing. It was a crude apparatus but I couldn’t help imagining the whores who had used it in days gone by. Had they impaled themselves on the chair for the benefit of paying customers? Or had it had been for their own sublime pleasure?
“I don’t give a fuck whether it’s a trick or a treat,” Dina hissed as her blue gray eyes glittered through her mask. I want to try it.”
In one practiced move, she stripped off her catsuit and stood nude before us. Her platinum hair rippled over her shoulders and her body gleamed in the glowing light. She stood for a moment, holding the pose waiting. I’m not sure if it was for applause or for flashbulbs but she got a tube of KY Gel passed to her instead.
Amazingly, she didn’t use the lube, but chose to start by running her tongue lewdly over the cock until she had it wet and glistening. We all waited in breathless expectation as she fingered her perfectly shaved pussy and straddled the chair with her ass facing towards the back of it. Dina was an exhibitionist and she seemed to love every minute of the attention as she slowly lowered herself down onto the cock. She groaned as the stalk split her pussy lips wide open and it took several up and down strokes before it was buried inside her cunt.
Dina rode it slowly at first getting used to the girth and building a rhythm but as she got into the groove she closed her eyes and let herself go. The muscles in her thighs strained as she worked her pussy lips along the greasy cock and she pinched her nipples into rock hard points as she fucked the chair.
I stared transfixed at the scene before me. Watching the thick black cock disappear into her swollen pink gash was like watching a close up scene in a porno film but the difference was that this was live and very real. The scent of her arousal permeated the air and her crude fuck show had created a sense of intimacy that seemed to electrify the environment.
The men were not even trying to hide their erections. Some cocks were poking out of trousers and being stroked slowly as they watched Dina. It was totally bizarre being in a group of ten people with whom we had just become acquainted, yet who were so eager to show off their sexual selves. My own pussy was thundering with excitement and wetness as Dina reveled in her exhibitionism.
“Oh fuck, this is what a cock should feel like,” she panted, “So fucking big.” She jammed her fingers between her legs to stroke her clit and grimaced with pleasure as she worked herself to the first climax of the evening. She screamed as she came and her shameless display earned her a warm round of applause. There wasn’t a dry pussy or a flaccid cock in the room when she got off the chair dripping creamy juice and slumped onto the nearest couch.
“How about the rest of you girls turn some tricks,” Sam suggested “After all aren’t you all dressed for that?”
The deep throb in my pussy steered me forward. “I’ll turn a trick but I want a treat too.”
Cara invited me to close my eyes and to pull a toy from the carved wooden box on the floor.
My stomach fluttered in nervous excitement as my hand closed around the first thing I touched. It was a series of beads varying in size from small to large, knotted into place along a string with a ring on the end. I gasped when I saw the shiny black globes emerge from the box and the drumbeat started up in my tummy again as I absorbed the delicious shock.
I’d often fantasized about anal sex and had even used a finger back there sometimes when I masturbated, but Cray had always been anti-anal and it was not something we’d ever explored together. My head spun in giddy delight but waves of fear washed over me as I realized that I wouldn’t be experimenting on my own any more. This time it would be in a room full of strangers watching me.
My breathing rattled out of my chest. Everyone was staring at me in anticipation and one of the men was even licking his lips slowly in eager expectation. I was gripped in a strange kind of terror that made my heart beat like a time bomb but it also made me feel vibrantly alive and excited.
Was this the thrill that people craved from Halloween, I wondered. The crazy rush of adrenaline that came from fear? Some people resorted to scary costumes, others to ghoulish tales about poltergeists or they visited graveyards in the dead of night. But deep down, wasn’t it just the delicious surge of exhilaration that came from the fear of the unknown that they were all seeking?
I had always been too scared to reveal the deep dark desires that I had locked up in the cave of my soul. Here I was, operating under a false impression for so many years: You see, I always thought I was a nice girl. And yet now, more than anything else, I wanted to risk all and tease those sexual demons and taboos I’d been hiding into the open like a snake charmer might entice snakes out. I wanted to wallow in them like a vampire bat might luxuriate in blood. A blinding surge of sexual confidence engulfed me and I reached for my zipper as Beth turned the music up.
The scarlet dress fell to the floor in a whisper of silk and I moved lightly across the room slowly swinging my hips back and forth in time with the sultry music as I reached up to caress my breasts lovingly. I’d never stripped before but the moves came as naturally as if I was one of Ruby’s professionals.
Dina was watching me with avid interest. I guess she’d recovered from her explosive orgasm on the chair and was wondering what the hell happened to Snow White.
The music picked up tempo as I moved towards Dave and he threw me a hungry stare as I ran my hands through my glossy hair, mussing it into a carefree look. He dragged a long finger across the bare flesh between my stockings and the garter belt before inching it towards my soaking pussy. But I backed teasingly away from him and undulated over to Gareth.
He’d been more of the strong silent type all evening but he’d intrigued me ever since I heard about his spanking tendencies. His steady dark gaze never left me, even as he unzipped his trousers to alleviate the tightness. I turned so he could see the firm round orbs of my ass and the tiny string from the thong that nestled between my cheeks.
“How much?” I purred seductively as I hooked my finger into the waistband of the panties, “For me to take them off especially for you?”
“Twenty,” he said not blinking. “But I’ll give you fifty if I can take them off myself. With my teeth.”
I felt the heat from the stares in the room as I thrust my hand out towards Gareth in a brazen gesture that meant money first. But he was not slow on the uptake. He was already extracting the money from his wallet and tucking it into the lacy top of my black stocking before I could change my mind.
He pulled me forcefully towards him and licked from my navel down to the waistband of the thong as I tried to stifle my gasp. His hands were firmly on my ass and for a second I recalled the redness he had left imprinted on his wife’s butt. A ripple of excitement pulsed through me as I felt the warm wetness from his teeth grazing against my skin in his attempt to slowly drag the fabric down.
I couldn’t contain the moan that ripped from me when his tongue trailed across my smooth pussy lips as he wrestled the panties off me. I knew he would’ve tasted my arousal and he could smell it too, because I could. My eyes dropped to his hard cock. It was already shiny with precum and I reached down boldly to stroke it, feeling the thick veins that ran along its length like cables. I’d never have believed how erotic it could be to touch another man intimately in the presence of both his wife and my husband.
Pamela moved from where she was sitting next to Gareth and let her dress fall from her lithe body. She walked over to Dave in her thigh-high leather boots and placed her blushing ass on his lap. I was dizzy from arousal and my own sudden lack of inhibition so I had not seen Sandy strip but she too was undulating half-naked in front of Cray with her flaming red hair flashing in the light.
Reluctantly, I removed my hand from Gareth’s cock and reached for the anal beads. My ass was already pulsing in eager expectation as I decided how I was going to approach inserting them.
Beth caught my eye and smiled sultrily at me. “Want some help with your treat?” she offered as she licked her full lips.
I nodded and she came over. I got onto all fours on the couch and Gareth ran his hands lightly over my ass cheeks before giving them a playful slap.
“Ooh” I gasped at the slight sting.
“Ahh,” he smiled. “You like that?”
My blush told him all he needed to know.
“Bad girls like you need to be punished to perfection,” he said so softly that only I could hear him.
I flushed again and Beth ran her nails lightly across my ass. God, I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Where had my modesty gone? It was as if a new side to my personality had been unveiled and I’d been liberated from my former self.
The wonder of it had me feeling so vividly alive and aroused that I actually believed the illusion that anything was possible, that any sexual desire I had could be fulfilled. I wanted to surrender to my lust and indulge in every wanton impulse that would make this night the fuel for a year’s worth of fantasies.
Beth had her tongue in my asshole and me moaning deliriously from sensual joy before I could catch my breath.
I was vaguely aware of people gathering around us as the first of the round beads slid into my ass. It was followed by the second and the third being pressed hard against my asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned through the fog of pleasure “It feels so good. I feel so full.”
A wet tongue dipped between my cheeks again as more beads were forced through and I let out a long whimpering moan as my rectum swallowed up the last remaining bead leaving only the ring on the nylon cord hanging from my ass.
“Christ, that looks hot,” someone moaned.
My knees felt weak and for some inexplicable reason my body was trembling. I collapsed on the couch and saw nothing but hard nipples and cocks that rose up into the air like missiles on a launch pad around me.
Sexual tension was high and the atmosphere was ripe for the raunchiest game of the night called Roaming Hands and Restless Tongues.
Each woman would become the center of attention for ten minutes during which they would lie on the floor while everyone’s hands and tongue’s would be roaming over them. A blindfold came out of the wooden box followed by an assortment of orange and black vibrators that we could use.
Sandy went first and chose to be blindfolded. She stretched out and we all began playing roaming hands. I watched Cray cup her large tit in his hand and squeeze the nipple until she moaned. I marveled at the fact that I had reached the plateau of non-jealousy so quickly and that everything felt erotic to me, even watching my husband fondle another woman.
I let my own fingers trail over her trimmed red bush and slipped them inside her pussy. Hers was the first cunt I’d ever felt besides my own and I kept my fingers lingering at the entrance enjoying her seeping wetness as she moaned and writhed at the loving attention she was getting from everyone. Some of the men were kissing her and I watched Dina simultaneously finger herself while sucking one of Sandy’s nipples.
Pamela went next. She got onto all fours so that she could suck her husband’s mammoth cock while everyone’s hands and tongues explored her body. Seeing the way Gareth held her head while he fiercely fucked her mouth made me weak with need. I spread my legs and played with my clit while I watched them. Eventually he pulled his cock from her swollen lips and moved behind to her ass. The erotic clapping sounds of a bare- ass spanking rang through the room while the others fingered her to orgasm. Pamela squirmed and shrieked and begged for more.
The scenes flowed through the night, lubricated by our red-wine daze and our lust. Cara and Beth lay on the floor together and we touched and caressed them as they lost themselves in a sixty- nine position lapping from each other’s pussies.
Dina licked and stroked as many hard cocks as she could as she lay spread-eagled on the floor offering her cool polished body up for adoration.
Her husband encouraged the men to sample her oozing slit and both Cray and Dave dipped in for a taste of her essence. She begged me to tongue her as well and encouraged by everyone in the room, I did. Her body was exotically perfumed and her tangy juices flooded out to meet my tongue as I found her swollen clit and sucked it between my lips.
All around the room, women were openly masturbating with their fingers or the treats they’d dug out of the toy box and the soft moans of feminine arousal and climax filled the air.
By the time my turn finally came the thick fragrance of lust and sex hung over us like a heavy cloud. My skin hungered for touch and my pussy dripped with excitement. Every time I moved, the beads in my ass shifted and drove me to erotic distraction.
Blindfolded, I arched my back and parted my legs to all the hands that reached for me. Strange male mouths kissed me and wet tongues traced the contours of my body. Fingers I did not know, but yearned for, probed and caressed my pussy. They were slim and delicate and thick and masculine. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was the delicious sensations they were creating and the warm loved feeling that was radiating through me.
My rosy nipples were tweaked and sucked until I screamed from the intense throbbing in my cunt and when a when a soft feminine mouth finally attached itself to my pussy and lapped at me like a pussycat at a saucer of milk, I sobbed from the pleasure.
I breathed in the heady scent of arousal and the body heat coming off the people around me. It was a blend of male musk and raw hot cunt and it fuelled my excitement in a way I didn’t understand. I reached out blindly until I found a cock to wrap my hand around. It was sticky with its own arousal and I stroked it steadily until it erupted onto my breasts like water from a high-powered hose.
“Open your mouth, Raquel,” someone said as another wet cock brushed over my lips.
I figured it was Cray’s, but as soon as my tongue touched the bursting head I knew it was not. Cray was circumcised and this cock wasn’t. It was also thicker and the taste of the precum was different to his. I took it into my mouth and sucked until someone gripped the string hanging from my ass and pulled the beads out. The cock slipped from my lips as I cried out from the unbelievable sensations. The beads rippled through my tight anal ring in a continuous stream so that my asshole kept stretching wide as if I wasn’t in control of myself. It was a rapid overwhelming emptying and I let out a long whimpering moan of helplessness.
Suddenly the soft tongue in my cunt was replaced with a more insistent male one. The stubbled chin rasped against my tender flesh as he teased and sucked my swollen clit until I climaxed all over his tongue with a shriek that would have woken the dead. The two strange fingers buried inside me remained there until my clenching had subsided.
Finally, after taking a drink break to recover, we all paired up with our original partners and got down to the serious business of fucking. Some couples remained in the lounge while we went off to our assigned bedroom, following closely behind Gareth and Pamela.
Given my erotic daze, I didn’t initially pay any attention to the framed photograph of Ruby and the murdered man Charles, positioned on the wall opposite our bedroom even though the hall lights were bright. But Cray stopped to salute Ruby on her fine establishment and to bid her goodnight.
I giggled at the stern expressions on both their faces. Neither of them looked amused.
The sound of moaning and groaning together with cries of passion and the humming of vibrators from downstairs could still be heard as we closed our door and made for the bed.
Cray pulled off his mask and reached for me. He kissed me deeply, the waves of palpable lust still coming off his body. I responded with as much passion and pulled him onto me. He fucked me with a raw intensity that I had never felt from him before.
“Baby tonight was so good wasn’t it?” I panted as his deep thrusts pounded into me.
Pamela’s moans from the room next door filtered into our room followed by a loud resonating crash.
“Someone’s having fun,” Cray gasped just as I heard the door blow open.
“Who’s there?” I murmured, wondering if Gareth and Pamela had decided to join us.
But Cray wasn’t listening. He abruptly withdrew his cock and turned me over onto all fours. “You little cock slut,” he said, his voice gravelly and low as his large hand slapped down on my ass. “Your mouth was all hungry for those cocks. You couldn’t get enough, could you?”
I looked back over my shoulder at him in surprise. The slap had been stinging and hard and it was so unlike him to target my ass. But what was even stranger was the manner in which he had spoken to me. I hoped this wasn’t some remorseful jealousy that was suddenly rearing its ugly head. His face gave no indication that it was. Instead, there was a dreamy faraway look in his eyes.
“You liked being a whore, didn’t you?” he persisted.
“Darling, please…”
“Quiet!” he said in a firm authoritative tone that I didn’t recognize. “I saw the way you looked when your mouth was all glossy with pussy juice and when you stripped for cash. You loved it, didn’t you? Like a true little slut.”
The air rushed hot from his lungs and fanned across my back. “But now, I’m going to fuck your ass and make you my slut. And you’re also going to enjoy it.”
“Oh my God,” I said, as a bolt of unexpected fear coursed through me. I wasn’t frightened by the idea of anal sex but the way Cray was acting was scaring me.
I tried to shrug it off. He’d been aroused by everything we’d seen and done, and to be fair I had acted like a bit of an ass slut. Who could blame him for wanting in on the action and being assertive about it?
He reached for the lube on the bedside table and smeared it between my cheeks. Then, as if he’d done it a dozen times before, he slowly and masterfully rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance to my ass.
My breath choked out of me and the insides of my thighs trembled as I felt the pressure build against my anus.
“Relax,” he rasped. “Just breathe and push out. It won’t hurt that much if you do that.”
Jesus, where did that come from? Since when had he become so knowledgeable about anal fucking?
The thoughts were still bubbling feverishly in my mind as the broad head of his cock pressed through my tight anal ring.
“Fuck, that hurt,” I moaned. “And it feels so big. Cray please…”
“Relax!” he hissed again as he forced a few more inches inside me. “You’ll get used to it when we’ve done it a few more times.”
Shit! How come he already knew he wanted more of this?
I gasped and bit my lip as he slid all the way deep inside me.
“See, you’ve taken all of me slut,” he whispered, pulling my head back by my hair. “Can you feel it? All of my thick cock in your ass?”
His hand reached around to strum my clit as he slowly withdrew his cock until it was almost all the way out of me and then drove it all the way in again. I cried out but it began to feel better as my ass became accustomed to him.
Despite beginning to enjoy it, all I could think about was how peculiar Cray’s behavior had suddenly become. He was normally so caring and considerate but now he was totally focused on his own greedy desire. The sound of his flat belly slapping against my ass merged with my pants and gasps and seemed to arouse him even further.
“Yeah, that’s it. Let me hear you moan. Loud! Louder, slut,” he grunted totally absorbed in his pleasure. His nails dug into my hips as his climax overwhelmed him and he spurted his seed deep into the hot humid depths of my ass before he collapsed and rolled over to sleep.
I too fell into an exhausted sleep, waking intermittently during the night to the distant sounds of passionate cries from the other rooms.
***
In the morning, Cray was subdued as he showered and dressed. I figured he was feeling a little guilty about his boorish behaviour in bed and I didn’t push it. I knew him well enough. By way of apology he’d probably buy me flowers and insist on taking me out for dinner to my favorite Italian restaurant.
A little after nine, a maid arrived with a large tray of breakfast. Cara had thought of everything, I mused. Nobody would need to feel awkward around the breakfast table and the anonymity of the evening would be guaranteed this way.
“Please be careful if you go out into the hallway,” the maid warned. “One of the pictures got knocked off the wall and the glass has shattered. It’s everywhere, but someone will be up to clear it away in a few minutes.”
“Tea?” Cray said, as he examined the contents of the tray. “Where’s the tea?”
I stared at him in surprise.
Tea? Cray only drank coffee. He hated tea.
“Oh I’m sorry sir,” she said quickly. “I’ll have a pot sent up right away.”
“Good, you do that, and make it snappy. I don’t want my breakfast getting cold.”
My eyes widened in disbelief at Cray’s terse tone of voice. What on earth had come over him? I stepped out into the hallway with the maid.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to hold back my rising alarm. I’m not trying to be silly or anything but do you perhaps know which room is the one where the door opens and closes on its own?”
She stared at me for a long moment. “So Cara and Beth told you what I’d seen? They didn’t believe a word I said, but it’s the room you slept in last night.” She paused then continued in a hushed tone. “It’s the same room in which the murders took place.”
“How do you know that?” I asked in a shocked voice.
“Because there are still faint bloodstains on the wooden floors. No matter how hard we scrubbed, we couldn’t get them all out.” She looked apologetically at me. “They’re under the carpet.”
I swallowed hard as I tried to digest what she was saying. It was just plain silly to be having the kind of thoughts that were flashing through my head. But I couldn’t help remembering the crashing sound and then the door of our room blowing open even though nobody was there.
No! It was absurd. I was being completely ridiculous.
“Well, Ma’am if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off to get the tea.”
She tiptoed across the glass and the photograph lying among the shards caught my attention.
I moved towards it and looked closely at Ruby and Charles. They both stared stoically ahead, but the faintest glimmer of a smile played around Charles’ mustached and bearded lips.
My hand flew to my mouth in horror. What I was seeing was just not possible. I distinctly remembered thinking that they were not amused when I’d looked at the photograph last night. And yet now the picture was subtly different.
I shook my head again as if to clear it from the insane thoughts that were crowding my mind but a rising panic was washing over me that I couldn’t dismiss.
Cray was peering at himself in the mirror when I walked back into the room. “You know,” he said rubbing his chin contemplatively; “I’ve decided I’m not going to shave anymore. I think a beard might suit me. What do you think, Raquel?”
The cold fingers of fear clutched at my heart as I backed away from him.
“I want to get out of here,” I babbled on the verge of hysteria. “Right now! Please let’s just get out of here now!”
“What’s the rush?” Cray asked faintly amused. “I want to make arrangements with Cara for us to come again. I feel so comfortable here; it’s almost like being at home. And besides,” he said fixing me with a remote stare, “I haven’t had my tea yet…”