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.
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