Halloween Party with the Phantom

Haziran 17, 2024 Yazar admin 0

Alice March

This story can fall under many categories. Another author, who wishes to remain anonymous collaborated with me on this story which allowed me to make it a little more risqué than my other ones. I hope you like it as much as I do.


Jamie’s pussy was still tingly, and a little sore as she dressed for the Halloween party. God, she loved the way Steve fucked her in the shower, and she would have loved to drag him into the bedroom for 3 or 4 more hours of fucking. But Steve was on the board of a local charity, and scheduled to be emcee at tonight’s party. She had to admit that it was very sexy that he took the obligation seriously, and truly enjoyed his work raising money for the charity.

He was the best lover any woman could ask for, kind and gentle one moment, aggressive and forceful the next. He was a man’s man; he loved sports, especially football… but he also appreciated the finer things in life; theatre, wine, and clothes. She always marveled at the way he could work all day in the yard, strip out of his sweaty clothes, shower quickly, and be positively glowing in his tux in less than 45 minutes. And be incredibly handsome and sexy at each stage… especially in the shower, she smiled.

And that’s exactly where he was now as she rushed to finish getting ready; downstairs in his tux – this time with a European medallion and a cape as accessories. Oh, and with pointy plastic incisors as well, he was the very picture of a very sexy vampire. Jamie had finished her hair and makeup in record time, and was now starting to dress. She paused in front of the mirror in just her black lace bra that barely contained her firm round breasts, and the matching thong that almost highlighted rather than hid her recently fucked pussy. She whispered to her reflection, “You are going to get the fucking of your life tonight Mr. Alexander, and you’re married to just the woman who can do it too!” She smiled at her almost naked body, one last time; feeling her pussy moisten as she did.

“Come on Babydoll, we’re going to be late!” Steve’s voiced boomed up the stairs, in a gentle and yet firm voice. “I’ll be right there, I just have to throw on this dress, and grab my shoes.” Jamie responded as she wriggled into her costume. She had decided on the “Sexy Witch” outfit after much indecision and wavering. With its faux leather bustier and short skirt, it was very sexy; which she liked. But it also had an outer skirt of sheer lace that hung to the floor in several places, and a shawl to lessen the impact of the top. She had chosen it as the perfect compromise between sexy and ‘appropriate’, not that the 4″ heels she was wearing with it did anything to tilt the outfit in favor of ‘appropriate’ she smirked.

She stepped into her shoes before she dressed, and bent to buckle the straps. Her sweet round tight ass was high in the air as she bent over, her long sexy legs straight. “What a lovely ass!” The sound of her husband’s gasp made her look up, and she caught her reflection in the mirror. The tiny strip of black lace that had been covering her pussy lips had actually begun to slip between her swollen bare pussy lips. At the moment Steve wanted nothing more than to drop his pants and ram his rapidly swelling cock deep in his wife’s cunt, and fuck her senseless. Jamie actually braced for him as she slowly rose up and looked at him, her hands on her hips. “Well, are you going to fuck me, or just stand there?”

Steve actually paused to consider his wife’s question before she interrupted his thoughts, “don’t worry baby, you’ll get plenty of what you see before this night is through… but right now can you help me with my dress please?” Steve knew his wife loved to tease, and truth be told he loved that about her. But they also knew they had to get going before they succumbed to temptation, as they usually did. Steve held her dress for her as Jamie stepped through. He made sure he got to feel her body from many different angles as she did, and Jamie allowed herself to linger as he did.

As Steve went to pull the dress up, they were both startled out of their erotic haze by a long loud ripping sound as a large portion of the sheer outside skirting tore away. “OH NO! My dress ripped!! Now what am I supposed to do?? We should have already left 10 minutes ago!” Jamie was beside herself, not so much angry; but upset that she had spent so much time looking for JUST the right costume, and NOW it was torn. Steve saw the tears welling in her stunning bright eyes, and felt his heart breaking for her. Suddenly, as he was looking at her, the answer was obvious.

“Babydoll, you didn’t need this part of the dress anyway… it was covering your sexy legs. You’ll look even sexier without it.” Jamie looked in the mirror and realized that Steve was right; the dress looked better on her without the outer lace, and the torn remnants of it made the costume look even spookier… and sexier both. “You don’t think it’s ‘too much’ for your party, do you?” she asked Steve in a sniffling little girl voice that melted him every time. “No baby, it’s perfect… just like you.” Jamie through her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “You are the smartest bitlis escort man in the whole world, and I am so glad I married you!” As he watched her walk across the room, Steve smiled at his sexy wife, “Me too.” he thought.

As they pulled up to the recently renovated Hilton in Steve’s Saab, a werewolf and the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz came out to greet them at the valet parking stand. As Steve came around the car and tried to hand the keys to the wolf, he completely ignored him. When Steve turned to see what had him so distracted, he saw where his full attention was diverted. Jamie had started to get up out of the low-slung car, and had to part her legs slightly to get enough leverage to stand. In that moment, anyone looking in her direction was treated to a spectacular view of Jamie’s completely shaved pussy barely covered by the tiny piece of black lace that constituted her panties. Jamie suddenly noticed where the men were looking and held down the hem of her dress as she rose. As the wolf reached out to take her hand and assist her, Steve could have sworn he saw his wife wink; “that little tease”, he thought and a subtle smirk crept across his face.

As Steve once again tried to hand the keys to either the wolf or the scarecrow, he was told in a familiar voice, “I’m sorry sir, but you’ll have to go park it yourself while I devour your sweet wife here.” “Barney???” Steve laughed when he realized that the lecherous wolf was actually another member of his charity board… that would make the scarecrow Rob, another board member. Jamie rose up on her tiptoes to throw her arms around Barney’s neck and kissed his wolf snout, “Hi there, Barney, how is my favorite wolf?” Barney just growled as he hugged her. He held her just a bit longer than he really needed to, enjoying the feel of her body in his arms, and coincidentally giving Rob a good long look at the spectacular ass cheeks tightly snuggled in her skirt. When Rob realized that Steve was looking at him, he blushed furiously. When he saw Steve smile, he just shrugged and all 4 walked inside to the party.

“STEVIE!!!” a woman dressed like Elvira practically screamed as he came into the room, and ran to embrace him, her sizable breasts wobbling under the open front costume. It was Joan, the morning deejay from the local radio station, and she made no secret of the fact that she found Steve to be incredibly sexy… even when she was on the air. Jamie was not crazy about her, not because she perceived Joan was any kind of competition for her. After all Jamie had a vastly superior body; to say Joan was a little ‘chunky’ was a kindness. Not only that, but Jamie’s face was also stunningly beautiful, where as Joan’s was barely average. But Jamie disliked the kidding she had to endure from friends, co-workers, and even strangers at the gym, because of Joan’s effusive crush on Steve. But Joan had done a lot to support the charity, although Jamie suspected it was as much so she had a reason to have Steve in the studio with her as it was for the kids. But it was a charity event, so Jamie smiled politely while Joan pawed her husband, knowing that Steve could probably see her entire breasts from where he was, although he didn’t appear to be looking. Besides, her husband despised being called “Stevie” she smiled to herself.

Not that Jamie wasn’t enduring a gauntlet herself; every male board member and patron who even casually knew Steve used the occasion as an excuse to embrace his sexy wife. A few had taken advantage of the open bar as well, and the booze made them a little freer with their hands. Not only was Jamie having trouble getting the men to look her in the eye, but many felt a certain need to rub her back and stop halfway down her lovely ass.. Suddenly, she was having second thoughts about discarding the longer outer skirt section so quickly. On the other hand, seeing the “radio slut” all over her husband seemed to allow her to more easily enjoy the attention from all the other men.

As the dining room doors finally opened, they were both caught in the sudden crush of bodies as over 300 costumed people pressed to be the first to claim their seats. Jamie was suddenly aware that she and Steve had been pushed in opposite directions, and she found herself surrounded by a civil war general, Chewbacca from Star Wars, Frankenstein’s monster and other assorted party goers. She never liked crowds very much and was feeling very claustrophobic and panicky.

She also became aware that whoever was directly behind her was pressed firmly against her, and his cock seemed to be swelling rapidly. As she squirmed to get away from his clinch, he continued to work himself even more aggressively against her. She was horrified to realize her dress was being lifted, exposing her naked ass to the rubbing of his cloth covered erect penis, even as they continued moving slowly toward the dining room. She tried to turn around, but the crush of the crowd made it impossible, and she could feel his hard cock clearly as he wedged it between the cheeks of her uncovered ass and began to grind against her harder.

She quickly realized her squirming was probably bolu escort exactly what he wanted, and was actually getting himself off. But when his hands actually came around and grabbed her hips she was just about to scream for help, when suddenly… he was gone as quickly as he had come. She watched as he pushed his way through the crowd, only a black cape and a hint of a white mask visible as he disappeared. She pushed the thought out of her mind, as she pulled her hem down, and held it securely. She glanced at the clock, barely 3 minutes had passed; it had seemed like hours.

Had it been her imagination, or had a man actually gotten himself aroused by rubbing against her ass in the middle of a crowd? The thought was both extremely disturbing, and yet highly erotic at the same time. Just then, her mind spinning with possibilities, she was shocked from her thoughts as her hand was grabbed. She reflexively recoiled from the unseen attacker grabbing at her, and prepared to hit her unseen assailant.

“Jamie, what are you doing??” It was Steve.

“Did you see the guy in the cape?” Jamie asked breathlessly.

Steve laughed “Only about 50 or 60 of them. Why?”

Sill unsure of exactly what she had experienced, she just muttered, “Nothing… it’s not important.”

Steve was confused, but shrugged “Come on babydoll, our table is over this way.”

She was so incredibly relieved to see him, she wanted to just throw her arms around him, and tell him not to let her out of his sight again, but he was already leading her by the hand now as they made their way to the head table.

They were the last ones to make it to their seats, and the other men stood as Jamie came into view. In addition to Barney and Rob and their wives, neither of whom cared much for the younger and prettier Jamie, the chairman of the board Paul also joined them. Paul was an older man, maybe in his late fifties, and had joined the board several years ago after he lost his wife to cancer. He was tall and well built; but it was his piercing blue eyes that made Jamie shiver. Paul was a good friend to Steve, but made no secret of his affection for Jamie. Jamie had gotten to know him after his wife was gone, and found him to be both charming and warm in an almost paternal manner.

She certainly felt incredibly honored to have her seat at the head table, especially the one between Paul and Steve, arguably the two most attractive men in the room. Although she quickly realized that Paul’s height probably allowed him to see down her low cut top, especially when he was standing at the podium. Unlike the incident with the creep in the crowd however, it made her almost proud to have the attention of a successful and handsome man like him.

During dinner both men rested their hand on her back of her chair as they talked over the top of her, Paul making the greater effort to include Jamie in the conversation. But a few times Jamie felt his huge hand clamp onto her thigh under the table, although it was easy to push it aside and pretend nothing had happened. Despite his size, Jamie was confident she could handle any situation that might come up with Paul. Steve would have had to be blind to miss the way his friend was practically groping his wife, but it was easy to dismiss it as “just Paul’s way”, whereas he probably would have decked any other man.

As the evening wore on, both Jamie and Steve as the official ‘hosts’ of the event were very much in demand as dance partners as well. At one point Jamie looked over to see Miranda from the country club dancing much too close, pressing her new 38D breast implants against Steve. “That bitch may actually spill out of her Wonder Woman costume at any moment,” thought Jamie. She was tempted to go cut in, but she saw Mrs. Bartlett, a wealthy wrinkled socialite in a Marie Antoinette dress and fancy dress mask, had beat her to it. A moment later Edna was copping a feel of her man’s ass, and Jamie laughed as he struggled to remain composed. Many of these women had written sizable checks just to have an opportunity to dance with him, and they often joked about how much Mrs. Bartlett and others might pay to get him in their beds. Jamie had little doubt that the old woman’s dreams tonight would be filled with visions of fucking Steve. As would hers, come to think of it. The difference being that she planned to actually fuck him to exhaustion. “What chance do you have ladies?” she giggled to herself.

On the other hand, Steve was less amused to watch the parade of the wealthy letches that lined up to grind against his desirable wife. There seemed to be no end of the line of assorted cowboys, pirates, and miscellaneous monsters waiting to dance close with and hoping to cop a feel of the sexiest woman in the room. Jamie handled it all with the same grace and elegance that she handled all social situations; a cordial smile, a gentle reminder of where hands belonged, and an occasional casual inquiry in to the health of their darling wife. Usually that was more than enough to stop the touchy-feelies but if that didn’t stop them, she simply walked away and left them alone on the burdur escort dance floor… usually with a boner.

Jamie was starting to grow a little weary of the constant onslaught from the men with the “Roman hands” when she a man in a Phantom of the opera mask came over and offered his hand in the international gesture for “may I have this dance”, but never said a word. Nonetheless Jamie allowed him to lead her to an empty spot on the dance floor, and he pulled her tight as the band started into a slow waltz. Spooked a little by the silent demeanor and the eerie mask, Jamie tried making conversation to no avail. He danced well, and was obviously confident on the dance floor, and Jamie quickly relaxed and allowed him to lead her around the floor as he held her tight. With no wandering hands to fend off, Jamie’s mind wandered to thoughts of her plans for Steve when they got home.

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she realized what she was feeling. The Phantom was apparently having fantasies of his own as well, and his cock had begun to grow rigid in his pants. At least that’s what she thought she was feeling as he continued to pull her tightly against him, making his arousal obvious. But the Phantom held her even tighter as they danced, his throbbing cock wedged between her legs, now unmistakably erect. He still hadn’t said a word, but seemed to be making a low moaning noise. Jamie was panicking as he began to rub the swollen rod against her, hitting her clit each time he did. She willed her body not to respond, but in her already aroused state she was quickly losing that battle, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second. Just a few more strokes, she thought, and she would actually be cumming in the middle of the dance floor, aided by the feel of the huge cock of a costumed stranger. It was so wrong, but she felt powerless to stop it.

Suddenly the Phantom pulled away from her. Jamie looked up to see why he had stopped the delicious stimulation of her dripping pussy. Instead of the eerie mask of the Phantom, she was staring into the bright hazel eyes of her husband.

“Steve…? What’s going on?”

“Are you ok babydoll? I thought I’d come rescue you before that guy started actually humping you out here on the dance floor, so I cut in. Who is he anyway?”

Jamie’s head was spinning with a thousand different thoughts, and she had to force herself to focus.

“I don’t know… don’t you know who he is? It’s your party.” Jamie was both confused and a little indignant that Steve felt the need to ‘rescue’ her once again. At the same time, she told herself she was glad that he did…

“I think you need to be more careful with guys like that, Jamie” Steve said in a serious voice. “Ol’ Phantom there looked like he wanted more than just a dance with you.” Jamie relaxed when she realized he wasn’t angry and hadn’t realized the Phantom had actually aroused her. “We don’t need any more scandals tonight babydoll. Why don’t you come with me while I thank a few people and pull the raffle tickets.”

“I’d go anywhere with you, Mr. Alexander.” Jamie whispered, then kissed her husband deeply as the song ended. They made their way across the ballroom arm in arm like a couple of horny high school kids, Jamie even copping a feel under Steve’s cape as they walked. As they climbed the steps of the stage where the band was set up, the rest of the crowd began to gather and pressed in tight so they were looking up at the handsome couple as Steve spoke into the microphone.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight to help support us.” Steve started. As he went on, Jamie watched her husband with tremendous pride and admiration. Besides handling all of the publicity for them, He was also the spokesperson for the charity… for obvious reasons. Jamie watched as he held the audience spellbound while he talked about the children they had helped, and pleaded for continued financial support.

As Steve spoke, Paul joined them onstage, standing off to the side with Jamie. She could smell the booze on his breath as he whispered to her “He’s so good at this, we’re very lucky to have him.” Jamie smiled politely and nodded vigorously, then applauded along with the crowd as Steve acknowledged several outstanding volunteers.

“He’s lucky too Jamie, to have a sexy wife like you” Paul continued and rubbed her back as he did. “I’d give anything to have a woman like you” his breathing was heavier now as his hand slid down her back. She gasped as his hand slid under her skirt and cupped her naked ass, and he moaned as he fondled her.

Just then Steve introduced Paul, and he stepped forward to acknowledge the applause. Jamie took the opportunity to also step forward to Steve’s side as he stood aside to let Paul take the microphone. She was standing to Steve’s right as they stepped to the left side of the stage and ended up right at the edge of the stage itself. As they listened to Paul speak, Jamie felt herself being watched, and looked down only to see several men and a couple of women looking up at her. She returned the smiles of Barney and Rob, and she noticed someone standing to the side of them, closer to the stage. The handsome man in the Phantom mask was looking at her as well, a grin playing across his lips, his bright eyes sparkling in the footlights. She could still see the lust in his eyes, but it was only when he winked up at her, that she realized… he could see right up her skirt!

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