Speaker 1: Hello, my lovelies.
Speaker 2: I'm Roxy Callahan and you are listening to my Erotic Whispers,
the podcast where I celebrate women's desire, sexual empowerment, and
freedom to enjoy all the pleasures of sex. I cover
a wide range of sexual connections on my podcast, from
friends that become lovers to women embracing desire and giving
in to that casual fuck that they want and need.
This week's episode is the latest in my Passion for
the Holidays series, and of course we celebrate Halloween. Halloween
is one of my favorite holidays and this story captures
so much of the spirit of the holiday to me.
I love how it's the centerpiece and bring the couple's
relationship back to a place where they connect in every way.
Our stars this week are Ella and Gabe. Finally, please
note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 3: I didn't realize things had gotten so bad between my
husband and me. Sure, I knew Paul and I had
drifted apart, but Halloween was our favorite holiday and now
we were going to be spending it at separate parties.
It scared me. I truly love Paul, but our life
had become so distant. We both worked long hours, and
when we got home, we wandered off to different parts
of the house doing different things, and when we finally
crawled into bed together, if I was lucky, we'd have
a quick fuck to at least maintain the illusion that
our relationship still had passion. Despite that, I had always
felt that our relationship was fixable. We loved each other,
we didn't really fight, and we still had fun together.
I was convinced that if we had just focused on
reconnecting and enjoying each other instead of work and our
individual interests, we could regain our intimacy. Even as the
day slipped by, I clutched at that hope. As I
got ready for Halloween alone, However, it felt like something
worse than drifting apart. It felt like a betrayal. Spending
Halloween apart was something that we simply should not have
allowed to happen. We'd betrayed each other. Halloween was always
our holiday. We dressed up and drank too much and
went to parties and had fun. We would plan our
couple's costumes and enjoy the comments from friends. We'd attend
Halloween masks and make out on the dance floor. Sometimes
we'd surprise each other with costumes we couldn't possibly wear
in public. It was fun, and yet here we were.
Paul was going off to a party for work. Well,
I was going off to a party thrown by one
of our oldest friends Amy. I don't think either one
of us even bothered to object. To make matters worse,
both were masked balls. Paul and I loved Halloween masks
with the hint of foe, anonymity, slow dancing, and always
too much alcohol. It was all in good fun, but
the masks always seem to allow us to live the
illusion of being a touch more daring than we were,
and that always led to moments that weren't just erotic,
but were intimate and fun as well.
Speaker 4: Jesus, Mary, isn't that costume a bit slutty?
Speaker 3: Paul had walked into the bedroom as I was adjusting
the white gauzy material that was wrapped around my body.
I was going as a mask mummy. I had a
normal decorative mask for my face, while below my neck
I had on the mummy bandages. I had left a
lot of skin showing in my midriff and around my
thighs and legs and arms. I wasn't wearing a bra,
as I had what can optimistically be called small, perky breast,
and the brawl would have just looked horrible Under the
gauzy bandages, I appeared closer into the mirror. I wondered
if my nipples could be seen through the material. I
don't fucking care, I thought, as I spun around the face, Paul,
you have some room to talk? Is that even appropriate
for a work party? Paul was wearing what could best
be described as a construction worker costume, as interpreted by
a male stripper. He was covered in makeup that made
it look like grime and dirt, but he wasn't wearing
a shirt, and his work pants were ripped, exposing his thighs.
It doesn't help that his body looks hot and a
costume he had on his mask under a hard hat.
Speaker 4: I'm a construction worker. It gets hot outside and they
take off their shirts. I don't think I've ever seen
a mummy with half her ash shilling.
Speaker 3: I spun around and looked in the mirror, adjusting the
bandages near my hip. HI costume was pretty scandalous. I
grinned as I wondered if Paul noticed I wasn't wearing
panties either. Whatever, Paul, go have fun at your work party.
I'm going to enjoy being with our friends. He didn't
say anything, but just turned and walked out. A few
minutes later, I heard the door slam. I took another
look in the mirror the truth that I was kind
of going for slutty. We both had worn costumes like
this before, but they always ended up in a pile
at the base of the bed. Later in the evening,
we would dress in other costumes and go out to
enjoy the holiday. I wanted Paul to look at me
and want me if he didn't end up slowly unwrapping
me in the bedroom. I wanted him to pick dress,
dancing together, each of us behind our masks and pretending
that we didn't know each other. I wanted him to
pull me clothes and the entire time know that the
only thing between my body and his was a thin
layer of gauze. But he walked out of the room,
out of the house, and out of my holiday. I
showed up at Amy's house, or should I say her estate.
Her husband was an investment banker, and she had this
six thousand square foot mansion that literally had a ballroom
on the second floor. I assumed that they stopped making
ballrooms and houses sometime in the seventeen hundreds, but I
was glad to be proven wrong. Amy put on the
best parties. Of course, it was a big party, with
dozens of people attending. I had a white mask with
two feathers extending from the top, and of course my
mummy cousedume. Beyond the fact that masks like that never
properly hid what you really look like. I was easy
to spot, regardless, due to my distinctive straight red hair.
Amy ran up.
Speaker 2: Mary.
Speaker 3: I held my forefinger up to my lips. Shit, you'll
give away my identity. A sorry, is that even you?
I just took a wild gas. In fact, I really
have no idea who that beautiful redhead could be. She
gave me a gentle shove on the shoulder, and I laughed.
Annie was wearing a white embroidered flowering dress that was
quite beautiful. Of course, its beauty was somewhat marred by
the knife that extended from the middle of her chest
and the red bloodstains that extended from the knife down
the front. Let me guess you've been stabbed in the heart.
She clutched her hands against her chest next to the knife. Yes,
my beloved betrayed me. She smiled and looked at me
up and down. And you are clearly King Tod's sex slave.
Just a mummy, a mill thin a mummy. I'd like
to I get it, I interrupted, with a smirk, slapping
at her arm. HEMI laughed, and she avoided my playful slap.
Bumb Paul isn't here, But I guess I understand work
and all that. Yeah, work and all that. Amy saw
a couple of poaching. Well, I have to go be
the hostess. Enjoy yourself. Okay, don't be all MOPy that
Paul isn't here. I mean, look at you. You are
by far the hottest woman here, she went, and also
the nearest to naked. Go find some young stud to
dance with. She moved off, but then turned around and smiled.
Just be careful not to make any quick movements. It
won't take much to have all those bandages fall off you,
and then your costume will be Lady Godiva.
Speaker 1: Wait.
Speaker 3: I walked over to Amy and whispered, can you tell
them not we're in underwear. I wasn't sure if I
wanted her to answer no or yes. Amy laughed, Darling,
half your ass is showing, and I could tell it
was cold outside just by looking at your chest when
you walked in. She patted me on the arm and
wandered off to welcome her newest guests. Okay, maybe I
went a little too daring. I wandered down her entry
hall to the staircase that led to the ballroom. I
took great care walking up the steps, as Amy was right.
My pandages kept wanting to slip down, and I had
to struggle to keep my ass covered with each step.
The ballroom was already crowded, and the walk to the
bar at the other end of the ballroom was kind
of exhilarating. With each step, I could see guy staring
at me while the women were giving me cool looks.
It was nice to find I have someone looking at
me with lust in his eyes. I stood behind a
man in a Superman costume as I waited for a drink.
I let my eyes wander over his body, which filled
out the costume nicely. I particularly enjoyed his tight ass.
I wann't mind being carried to safety in those arms.
Thought Superman turned around with a glass of clear liquor
in his hand and immediately stopped cold as he looked
at me. It was Brendan, a casual friend that Paul
and I knew from college. I had a small crush
on him when I was a junior. But for as
sexy as Brendan was, Paul was sexier, smarter, and the
man I fell in love with still, Brandon was pretty
damn hot.
Speaker 1: Whoa Mary, Damn you look fantastic.
Speaker 3: I watched as his eyes took my entire body in.
Nice to see you, too, Brendan. I smiled sweetly. Oh, sorry,
but you really do look fantastic. He gave me a
sheepish smile, which was really cute. I was clumsily trying
to compliment you. I touched his arm. I'm just teasing you.
Thank you, you look great too. I don't know many
men who can pull off Superman, but you are definitely
one of them. Brendan smiled, which made him look even
more handsome. He looked around, So where is Paul. Oh
we're And at that moment I felt like I was
at a crossroads and my thoughts were all jumbled. I
was excited at the attention from Brendan. It was a
turn on to have somebody clearly attracted to me. Paul
didn't seem to want me anymore. If I said the
right thing, maybe there was an opportunity with Brendan. But
that was wrong, wasn't it. I was married and that
was cheating. But my marriage was dying or already dead.
But just seeing what someone else was like guarantee the
doom of Paul's in my marriage. But then maybe he
would just be a good fuck and we could just
keep it secret. No one would know. After all, Paul
and I hadn't in sex in almost two months. I
deserved a good fuck. All of those thoughts filled my
mind and that portion of a second after I said
we're we're separated, and in saying the words, I was
both thrilled and scared shitless. What did I just do?
I mean, we're still living together and married. But well,
I took a deep breath. We're figuring things out. Brendan nodded,
I get it. Relationships are hard. He was about to
say something, but I held up a finger. Look, I
need to get a drink. It's kind of hot in here.
It's kind of hot in here. Jesus, Mary, why didn't
you just come right out and say that you want
to fuck him. Backpedaling, I added, I'll see you later, okay,
sure thing. Brendan's eyes wandered down to my chest.
Speaker 1: You really do look great, I.
Speaker 3: Mumbled a thanks, and grabbed a double whiskey, coping it
down quickly. Nice job, Mary, You're definitely going to fuck
some stranger and ruin your marriage if you get drunk.
I took another drink. Is that bad? I replied to myself.
Amidst the jumble of confused thoughts, I stood over to
the side of the ballroom, trying to look in conspicuous.
I was still a tangle of indecision. The idea of
Brendan was really hot, but the reality of jettisoning my
marriage scared me. People were slowly starting to dance, and
I enjoyed watching all the various costumes moving to various
contemporary songs. A slow dance came on. Couples wandered out
onto the dance floor. Hey, would you like to dance?
It was Brendan who had approached from my left. A
slow dance isn't bad, I told myself. Hell, I've slow
danced with other guys. While Paul was at parties with me. Sure, Brendan,
that sounds nice. I took his hand and walked out
to the dance floor. It's just a dance, I reminded myself.
The moment Brendan pulled me close, I realized it wasn't
just a dance. This was erotic, consensuous, with our bodies
touching and a moving embrace. I couldn't pretend that there
wasn't sexual tension with every move. I took a breath
and wrapped my hands around Brendan's waist, holding them above
his ass with my forearms resting on his hips. I
didn't realize how loose my bandages were till Brendan slid
his hands around me and placed them at the top
of my button on my skin, The fingers of his
right hand were practically in my butt crack. I didn't
stop him. In fact, I rested my head on his
shoulder as we swayed to the music. This is nice.
Our bodies seemed to really be in tune. I'd liked
how his fingers were tantalizingly close to crusting my ass,
and my fingers were inches from grabbing him. I liked
the feel of his muscular chest against my cheek.
Speaker 1: This is very nice.
Speaker 3: Brendan slid his fingers down to where they were under
bandages and clutching my ass. I lowered my hands and
grabbed his ass. At that moment, I felt his cock
bulge inside the stretching material of his costume and press
against the thin bandages covering my own crotch. The thought
that there was barely any material at all between his
cock and my pussy sent a thrill through me. As
I felt his tight ass, I asked myself if I
could actually cheat on my husband, and just as I
thought the words, he crawed my ass and pulled our
crotches together. Oh God, he's so hard. I could definitely
fuck that. The song ended, and I lifted my head
from Brendan's chest and looked at him more. Oh yeah,
a lot more. That elicited a smile from him, and
he pulled me close while I once again rested my
head on his shoulder. Bredan continued where he left off.
He slid his hand further down under my bandages, his
palm cupping my entire ass.
Speaker 1: God, you have such a tight bond. Mary.
Speaker 3: I toyed with the idea of slotting my hand around
the front and giving Brendan's caucus s greeze. But I resisted. He, however,
didn't seem to have any such reservations. He slipped his
hand further down under my bandages. Oh my god, he's
going to slid a finger in my pussy. I shuddered,
my excitement overwhelming my fear.
Speaker 4: Excuse me, may I cut in?
Speaker 3: There was a tap on my shoulder and I jerked
my head back and looked to my left.
Speaker 1: Oh, holy shit, Hi, Paul.
Speaker 3: Brendan said, as he yanked his hand away from my
ass and backed up.
Speaker 1: Just enjoying a dance with Mary by all means. Cut in.
Speaker 3: I was petrified. Paul was standing there in his flat
black mask with studs around the outer edge, which looked
kind of hot at home, looked ominous with him standing
next to Brendan. Did Paul see my hands holding his ass?
Did he see Brendan's hands wandering down under my bandages?
Speaker 4: Don't worries Brendan. He's an awesome dancer. Glad to see
she's enjoying herself.
Speaker 3: Paul slapped Brendan on the shoulder.
Speaker 4: And glad you enjoyed the dance too, And with.
Speaker 3: A forcefulness that was a bit of a turn on.
Paul gave Brendan a friendly shove and turned his back
to him. He looked down on me and held out
his arms. I tentatively put my arms around him. We danced,
our bodies close but not touching, in the intimate way
that Brendan and mine did. Paul didn't say anything, and
it was scaring me. Was he playing head games? Did
I just ruin us? Was he being an asshole? What
was I thinking when I was with Brendan? The uncertainty
was killing me. So I looked up at Paul's eyes.
I'm sorry, Bush.
Speaker 4: This is a mask ball. The secrets behind the masks
have to remain secrets.
Speaker 3: He'll down on me and smiled.
Speaker 4: He looks so incredibly beautiful.
Speaker 3: He smiled under his mask.
Speaker 4: I'm glad I came at that moment.
Speaker 3: I was full of several feelings, gratitude, love, guilt, and
more than anything, a strong feeling that I had married
not just the sexiest guy I knew, but the best.
He knew that our marriage was rocky, passionless, even, and
he came to Amy's party to surprise me, and when
he saw me practically begging a guy to fuck me.
He understood that it was, more than anything, a cry
for what we had lost. And you, you are by
far the handsomest, sexiest guy here. I stepped closer to Paul,
and I laid my cheek against his chest, loving the
fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt and that I
could feel my skin against his. I rested my hands
on Paul's ass, not in a sexual way, necessarily, but
in the way that two people comfortable with each other's
bodies would touch each other. Paul didn't grab my ass
like Brendan did. He did something much sexier. His left
hand slid up my back until his fingers were intertwined
in my hair. His right hand slid down and firmly
but gently rested on the curve of my butt. The
combination of him running his fingers through my hair and
caressing the soft skin of my ass was wonderful. The
song ended and I looked up into Paul's eyes. They
were glittering in the light. I'm so sorry, No, I'm sorry.
My eyes brimmed with tears. His hand to firmly pull
my head up toward his, and he leaned down and
kissed me lightly on the lips. He went to pull away,
and I threw myself up and kissed him hard, wrapping
my arms around his neck. My lips parted, and I
loved feeling my tongue lightly touched his wed let. Our
tongues dance as we pulled each other close. I fell
away and Paul stared at me. I looked up at him.
No apologies, he nodded his head. From now on, we
come first, No apologies and no excuses. I wanted to
sound firm, and I wanted to sound forceful, like a
guardian of our relationship. But a tear fell down my
cheek as I said it. He touched my cheek with
his palm and wiped my tear away with his thumb.
Speaker 4: No apologies, no excuses, no tears.
Speaker 3: He smiled, and a net smile. Was the man that
I loved and lusted after my whole life. The song started,
this time dropping his hand down to where they firmly
held onto my ass. I did the same, and I
love feeling as hard muscular ass move under my fingers
as our body swayed.
Speaker 4: You can't possibly understand how hot you look, and that caustume.
Speaker 3: Paul clutched my ass and pulled me hard against his crotch.
I could feel his cock through his genes. It was
easy to tell it was rock hard, even through the
thick denim. You said it was kind of slutty. It
is height pinched his ass.
Speaker 4: Hey, I'm a dude. Slutty is a compliment.
Speaker 3: I knew he didn't mean it as a compliment earlier,
but I also knew that he was doing his best
to apologize in his own way. No apologies. We danced
through the remainder of the song and into the next one,
quiet and just enjoying holding each other. It was hot
having our bodies pressed against each other, but the moment
was also romantic. It was as if we were both
relearning what it was like to be physically intimate. The
next song started, and amidst the silence between us, the
doubts started to creep in. This was just a dance. Sure,
Pau was sexy as hell, and I loved him holding me,
But I had always felt that he came to me
at Amy's party and that counted for something. But it
just felt like we had so much to talk about first.
Our relationship needed more than a slow dance to fix.
I finally looked up at Paul. What are we doing? Paul?
He looked into my.
Speaker 4: Eyes dancing holding each other.
Speaker 3: He tilted his head in that cute way I had
forgotten he did, and asked, is there a problem? We
have lots of problems. We no longer spend time together.
We don't talk, we don't make love. Hell, we don't
even kiss or touch. The Paul from earlier in the
evening would have made a poorly timed joke about fixing
the sex part, but the Paul that was holding me
had the most intense look on his face. You're right,
I could have cried over a sincere admission. It was
something he had ignored or avoided for months. I nodded, slightly,
lifting his hand up. He stroked my cheek with the
back of his fingers.
Speaker 4: We have a lot of work to do, but I
think the fundamental problem is that we just haven't prioritized
each other. You said it yourself. We need to come first, work, friends, family.
It just seems like we make time for everyone but ourselves.
Speaker 3: We've chrifted apart. Paul nodded. A fast song came on,
and Paul stepped back and took my hand let's talk.
He led me out the back door and we went
down a hall to the back balcony. There was one
other couple out there, but the chill was too much
for most. I was freezing as I was wearing nothing
more than gauze.
Speaker 4: You're caught. It's okay, we should go back inside.
Speaker 3: He tugged on my arm. No, we need to talk
and I want the privacy.
Speaker 4: Okay, here, I'll try to keep you warm.
Speaker 3: Paul put his arms around me as if we were dancing.
I snuggled up against his chest. I was going to
tell him how hard we would have to work to
turn our relationship around dinners together, date nights, more physical intimacy,
which didn't have to always be sex. But before I
could speak, he pulled me into a tight hug.
Speaker 4: I saw how Brendan was touching you.
Speaker 3: My heart fell. Oh shit, Paul, I'm so sorry. It's
just that.
Speaker 4: No, no apologies. You needed someone to touch you like that,
and I wasn't there. I haven't been there. I don't
blame you.
Speaker 3: He loosened his hug and looked me in the face.
Speaker 4: Do you know why I left the word party?
Speaker 3: You missed me?
Speaker 4: No? I mean yes, it's complicated.
Speaker 3: He was simoned for a long time, but when I
didn't say anything, he sighed.
Speaker 4: It's difficult. One of the women at work saw me
at the party alone and started coming on to me.
Speaker 3: Well, that's not surprising. He looked like he just walked
out of some construction worker hunk calendar.
Speaker 4: Well, we were sitting next to each other and she
started running her hand on my leg, and before I
knew it, she was running her hand over my crotch.
And I had two thoughts.
Speaker 3: I was numb. I had enjoyed having Brendan touch me,
but hearing that Paul had experienced the same thing filled
me with irrational jealousy. I'm not sure if I want
to know what those thoughts were.
Speaker 4: You do. The first was that I was really enjoying
the sexuality of it. The way she touched me felt good.
I missed it.
Speaker 3: Why are you saying this? I was thinking that Paul
wanted privacy so it could break up with me using
maximum cruelty without others watching.
Speaker 4: There's a point to this. She really wanted me, and
that was something that I also missed. I wanted to
be wanted, and that leads me to the second point.
I didn't want her to want me. I wanted you
to want me.
Speaker 3: I had lowered my head to hide the tears that
were threatening to fall, but his last few words and
made me look up into his eyes. He was staring
at me, the most serene and loving look in his eyes.
He caressed my back with his hand.
Speaker 4: He needs you to want me.
Speaker 3: For the millionth time that day, I was a jumble
of emotions. I had felt the same way when Brendan
was feeling me up. I liked it. I wanted to
feel more of that. But there was another feeling, one
which I thought it was guilt, but in hindsight, I
thought it might have been more like loss. I was
getting what I wanted, only from the wrong person. I
do want you. Let's sit down. I need to think.
Paul let me go and walked over to an iron
bench that was thankfully covered in thick cushions. I shivered
as I sat down, and Paul put his arm around me.
As he sat next to me, I folded my hand
and dropped them between my legs. I stared straight ahead.
My voice was firm and commanding when I spoke, I'm
not mad. In fact, I can't be mad. As I
did the same thing, So I understand. I glanced at Paul,
who was nodding. What I don't understand is how you
could think that I don't want you. I turned and
looked him up and down. You are so hot I
drool over you when you get out of the shower. Hell,
I've tossed enough hints that I've wanted to have sex
with you over the last few months, and I'm thinking
that I should just jump right out and say, please
fuck me. Paul just stared at me and shook his head.
Speaker 4: Seriously.
Speaker 3: I frowned, Yes, you jerk. Seriously, you thinks this is funny.
Speaker 4: No, I was just going to say that over the
last couple of months, I've tossed every hint I can
think of to let you know I wanted to have sex,
but you didn't seem interested.
Speaker 3: Seriously, it was my turn to be shocked. I couldn't
think of one hint tossed, not one.
Speaker 4: But now, who's being the jerk?
Speaker 3: He smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same.
He started to stroke the back of my neck with
his fingers, and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
We can't be this sadly oblivious. There has to be
more going on.
Speaker 4: No doubt, we were tired, we were distracted. We didn't
pay off attention to each other.
Speaker 3: Paul placed his finger out of my chin and lifted
it so I could look at him. He looked unbelievably
gorgeous in the moonlight, with his rugged shin and black
hair framing his intense yet kind eyes. Even the black
mask accented his handsomeness.
Speaker 4: But we'll fix that well.
Speaker 3: A good start would be to be a bit more
obvious about when we want to fuck each other. I
used the word fuck on purpose. I could get really
down and dirty with Paul, but when talking about sex
ball we had our clothes on, I preferred to say
that we were going to make love now. However, I
knew that we both missed the raw passion wanted by
not being direct enough. I didn't mind asking Paul to
fuck me. Actually, I loved the idea of asking Paul
to fuck me. It was raw, it was passionate. It
perfectly described the desire I often felt for him. So
how did I fail to make that clear? Why didn't
I just ask him to fuck me? Paul stared at me.
The intensity in his eyes an enormous dirn on. Without
saying anything, he slid his hand down to the gauze
that was lightly covering my chest. My nipples were hard
in the cold, and with a single fingertip, he lightly
crushed one through the thin material. A spark of pleasure
jolted me.
Speaker 4: Is this obvious enough?
Speaker 3: He lightly squeezed my nipple, which made me catch my breath.
He lifted his other hand and started to crest my tits.
I glanced around, but thankfully we were alone on the balcony.
My heart was beating fast, and the part of me
that like to say we made love was nervous about
being caught all. The part of me I'd said I
wanted to fuck was excited about going further. I hate
to go further. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're
getting at. Could you be a bit clear? Paul pulled
his hands away.
Speaker 4: Hmm, how can I reword this?
Speaker 3: I shuddered as Paul placed his hand on my knee
and then slit it up my thigh.
Speaker 4: Is this perhaps a bit more obvious?
Speaker 3: He slid his hand between my legs and against my pussy.
With gentle pressure, he stroked me through the gauze. I'm sorry,
but I'm still not getting you. You just aren't being
clear at all. I said the words even though I
was sure that Paul could feel how wet I was
through the gauze. I reached over and slid my hand
between his legs. Here, let me show you how to
properly send a message. I ran my hand up and
down the front of his pants, feeling Paul's hard cock
stranding against his jeans. Now, this is me kind of
hinting at the message, but it isn't quite clear yet.
I reached over and unbuttoned the top of Paul's pants.
Sometimes a message can have multiple meanings. I pulled the
zipper down and slid my hand inside his pants. His
cock was pushing so hard against his briefs that there
was a gap at the top.
Speaker 4: Oh that feels so good.
Speaker 3: Good, we're getting there. I stood up in Paul's hand,
slid away from between my legs. I turned faced Paul,
and then leaned forward, putting one hand on each of
his knees. I hope the message is getting clear. I
reached forward, grabbed Paul's pants and briefs, and tugged them
down to his knees. His cock was rock hard and
ready for me.
Speaker 4: For the message is pretty darn clear.
Speaker 3: I placed a finger to my lips. You need to
really listen to get the full meaning of a message.
I knelt down between Paul's legs and took his cock
in my hand. I stared at it as I stroked it.
I adored Paul's cock. I loved it in my mouth
and my pussy between my tits. I wanted that back.
I needed that back. Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips
around the tip and slid it in and out, my
tongue caressing the underside. I pushed my head forward until
I felt him pressing against the back of my mouth,
and then I slid him out. I ran my tongue
around the tip, pausing at the bottom to flick my
tongue back and forth each time Paul's body jerked in pleasure.
The moment was so incredibly erotic. There was this very
real danger of me being caught giving my husband a blowjob.
I loved that. In some provocative part of my mind.
There was also the fact that Paul had an amazing
body and a nice hard cock, And then there was
the fact that he was incredibly turned on by me.
I missed turning Paul on. I slipped my left hand
between my legs. I stroked my pussing klit as I
sucked Paul's cock. I paused and looked up. He was
slouched back. He lost in pleasure, but his eyes were
staring at me. I love when you watch me suck
your cock. I kissed the tip. Okay, there was one
final clarification to my message. I pushed his cock against
his hard abs and leaned down and licked his balls.
I gently sucked on one, and then ran my tongue
up and down Paul's cock before sucking the other one.
After giving the tip of Paul's cock one more kiss,
I stood up. I leaned forward, kissed Paul on the lips,
and then slid my mouth to his ear. I'm still
not sure I was clear enough in case you were wondering,
the message is this, I want you to fuck me.
I went to pull away, but Paul grabbed my wrist
with his hand. His grip was iron. He placed his
mouth near my ear.
Speaker 4: About ten feet behind you was a stone railing. Walk
over to it, place your hands on the top, and
bend forward.
Speaker 3: He slid his hand between my legs and pushed his
fingers against my pussy. I shuddered, your message was clear.
Walking over to the railing, I took a deep breath.
This is the most erotic night I've ever experienced in
my life. I placed my hands on the cold stone
and leaned forward. There were a few couples walking around
the pool below. It made me think to glance around,
but there was no one else on the balcony. A
moment later, Paul was behind me without a word. His
hand was at the top of my ass, grabbing the gauze.
I had done my best to wrap my body well,
but Paul was right. The alption barely covered me and
was incredibly slippy. I was thankful for that as Paul
tugged the gauze down, exposing my ass. Paul put his
hand on my hip and I watched a couple kiss
in the moonlight. At the same time, Paul's hard cock
was pressed against the top of my ass. All they
have to do is turn around and they'd see me
about to be fucked. I closed my eyes and savored
the feeling as Paul lowered his body and his cockslip
down my ass and then between my legs. He caressed
my ass and then I felt his hand holding his
cock against my pussy. He lightly stroked my lips with
his cock, and I let out a light moan. He
slid the tip between my pussy lips, but didn't do
more than that. Oh God, don't tease me. I want
you to fuck me. Please fuck me, and with a thrust,
his cock was inside me. The motion was so fast
it made me catch my breathless. The friction and fullness
gave me a bolt of pleasure.
Speaker 4: Fuck, you were so wet.
Speaker 3: He slid his cock in and out. I slipped my
right hand between my legs and touched Paul's cock, feeling
it spread my lips and slide between my fingers as
it thrust inside me. I reached further back and cressed
Paul's balls as he thrust in.
Speaker 4: Oh that feels so good.
Speaker 3: I played with his cock and balls for a bit
as he fucked me slowly, my cheek resting on the
cold stone of the railing. As Paul grasped my hips
with his hands, I slid my fingers up to my
clit and stroked it. As he started to thrust faster.
He was fucking me hard and fast, and the heat
from my finger playing with my clit was getting me
close to orgasm. Oh don't stop fuck me, Paul, fuck
me hard. It was a delicious feeling as Paul's cock
slid deep inside me while his hips and thighs slapped
against my ass and legs. I'm coming, he moaned, as
his fingers clutched my hips tighter. I stroked my clit
faster and felt my own orgasm rising. Don't you dare
stop fucking me? Fuck Paul, I'm coming too. I couldn't
help myself and started the moan yes, yeah, yes. As
Paul died out a small moan of his own. My
orgasm erupted in a wave of pleasure that made my
legs go weak. Paul kept fucking me and I couldn't
take much more as I was in pleasure overload. But
just as I was going to push back on his hips,
he shoved his cack deep inside me and held it.
I felt his muscles tense. I loved it, and Paul came.
I could feel his cock throb with each shot of
coum and the way he went from all of his
muscles being tense to total relaxation. Was so hot. I
loved making him feel that much pleasure. As both of
us breathed heavily, Paul slid his cock out of my
pussy and stepped back. I stood up straight, feeling Paul's
come dripped down into my costume bandages. I tugged on
the bandages and did my best to cover myself, but
the gauze had come loose, and over half my ass
was showing from kind of a mess. I turned around.
Speaker 4: You're perfect.
Speaker 3: Paul was buttoning the top of his jeans. He walked
forward and helped me with the gauze at the front.
When he was done, he looked at me and smiled.
Speaker 4: I understood your message.
Speaker 3: You sure did. I smiled. I'm not satisfied, however, Paul
raised an eyebrow. I'm going to be even more clear
with my message in the future, more clear than that.
I leaned forward and kissed him on the side of
his mask. I'm just going to go right to telling
you I want you to fuck me.
Speaker 4: I'll do the same.
Speaker 3: I stepped back and paused. I still had com tripping
into the gauzy bandages. I'm going to need to get home.
There's no way I can stay here like this.
Speaker 4: We can go down the balcony steps and walk up
the driveway. That way, we'll be in the dark and
avoid most people.
Speaker 3: I nodded. It was the kind of walk that college
students have back to their dorm room after hooking up
at a party. That we were doing. It made me smile.
We held hands as we walked through the dark. This
may have been my favorite Halloween ever. I squeezed Paul's hands.
Speaker 4: I'm thinking tomorrow will be even better.
Speaker 3: I glanced at him, how so he smiled.
Speaker 4: You understand when I send a message.
Speaker 2: Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
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