Cindy and Mark were hosting a Halloween party and she told her husband that she wanted to go as a sexy black cat. Mark didn’t see any problem with that until she showed him her costume, an hour before the guests arrived.
"You can’t wear that! That bodystocking is for…" he trailed off and his wife stood their with a smirk waiting for him to finish.
"Oh, don’t be such a prude," Cindy said flippantly.
As Mark calmed down, he realized he had mixed emotions about his wife’s costume. Mark had told his wife about his fantasy of her sleeping with other men. Cindy had always dismissed it and resisted any discussion about the subject. He realized that this may be a step in the right direction.
"Look, I’ll wear this feather boa as a tail," Cindy offered as a compromise. She draped the flimsy black boa over her shoulders so it barely covered her otherwise naked breasts and pinned it to her bodystocking.
Mark spent most of party behind the bar, serving drinks while his wife entertained the guests. The turnout was a lot better than expect. There were over a hundred people, mostly friends of friends who Mark and Cindy barely knew if at all.
It was around midnight when he noticed his wife’s feather boa had disappeared. She was prancing around with her naked breasts on display, and chatting casually as other guests, men and women, admired them openly.
As she passed by and winked at him, Mark noticed some odd coloring on the bodystocking, particularly around her now exposed breasts. He looked around and realized that a few of the men were wearing body paint or colored makeup that matched the colors. The thought of those strange men groping his wife gave him a huge hardon.
He watched his wife a little more carefully as the party died down. He saw her disappear upstairs, and lost track of her for about an hour. She came back down and he noticed a lot more red in her costume than before. Sure enough, a young guy dressed as the devil came down a few minutes later, his red bodypaint a little lighter smeared.
Mark assumed his wife had been up there and the devil had groped her or maybe even made out. It wasn’t until later than night that he noticed his wife’s lipstick was an odd shade of red. After his wife slipped into the shower, he noticed that the ass and legs of her bodystocking were also covered in red paint.
He was trying to work it out when he noticed something else with a red-tinge on the floor in the corner. He walked over to pick it up. He was holding the used, cum-filled condom when Cindy emerged from the shower. ”I’ve been a naughty little kitten tonight,” she admitted.
I walked in and found her sitting on the fireplace step while he stood in front of her with his dick in her mouth. I said, “Hey guys! Could you not find a more comfortable spot?”
Without missing a beat she shook her head no and mumbled, “Uh unh” and kept on sucking.