Trick or Treat? What did I get for Halloween?

My wife Lara and I decided to celebrate Halloween at a wild party at a friend’s country mansion. She dressed up in a sexy witch costume. A black minidress that hugged her magnificent figure, fishnet stockings, and high heels made her look like a truly wicked witch. Her long dark hair was loose, and her red lips made her irresistible.

I was dressed as a vampire, but all evening I could feel men’s eyes gliding over her body. The party was in full swing, the music was blaring, the alcohol was flowing, and masked people were flirting and dancing. Lara was already tipsy, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glittering with excitement.

We danced together, but then she disappeared into the crowd. I went looking for her making my way through rooms filled with couples kissing in the corners. In one of the back rooms, where the lights were dim and the air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, I found her.

Lara was standing against the wall pressed against a muscular black man in a devil costume. His black, bare ass glistened in the dim light, and the horns on his head made him look even more demonic. He was tall, with broad shoulders. His hands were already sliding down her hips lifting her dress.

I froze in the doorway. Lara didn’t notice me. After all, her eyes were half-closed with pleasure. The Demon stranger leaned over whispering something in her ear, and she giggled pressing closer. His hand slipped under her dress, and Lara moaned digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Then his hands squeezed my wife’s throat, and the other was under her dress, his fingers deep in her wet pussy. They kissed passionately, his tongue invading her mouth, and she responded hungrily. The stranger yanked her dress open, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard. He bit one, squeezed the other painfully.

Then he turned her to face the wall and lifted her dress revealing her round ass in a thong. Lara arched spreading her legs. I watched as he took his huge, black cock. Lara gasped as he pressed against her from behind.

• Put it in! – she whispered looking over her shoulder.
• Beg! – he said.
• Fuck me like a whore! – she gasped.

He grabbed her hips and entered with one powerful thrust. My wife cried out in pleasure, her body trembling. He began to move rhythmically thrusting deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her skin. She moaned loudly, unrestrained: “Yes, harder! Fuck me!”

The room filled with the sounds of their sex: wet slaps, her screams, and his growls. He grabbed her by the hair throwing her head back, and increased the pace. Lara came first. Her body shuddered, her legs buckled, but he held her tight. Then he pulled out, turned her around, and pushed her to her knees.

His black cock, glistening with her juices, entered her throat. My wife gagged, but sucked greedily, drool running down her chin. He grabbed her by the hair fucking her mouth until he came. Then thick sperm covered her face dripping onto her tits. Lara licked it watching him.

And I stood in the shadows, my dick straining against my pants. She didn’t see me. When the stranger entered her from behind again, this time in her ass, Lara howled so loudly that only the music drowned out her scream. He came inside her. His sperm flowed down her legs. She trembled smiling through her tears.

Then I left quietly, extremely aroused. Later, Lara returned to me as if nothing had happened. Her lips were swollen, her dress was torn, her tits were practically spilling out. She smelled of sex. Then she kissed me, and I tasted cum on her tongue.