Passion For the Holidays: Halloween

Hello, my lovelies. 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. 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. Jesus, Mary, isn't that costume a bit slutty? 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. 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. 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. Mary. 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. Wait. 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. Whoa Mary, Damn you look fantastic. 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. You really do look great, I. 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. This is very nice. 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. God, you have such a tight bond. Mary. 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. Excuse me, may I cut in? There was a tap on my shoulder and I jerked my head back and looked to my left. Oh, holy shit, Hi, Paul. Brendan said, as he yanked his hand away from my ass and backed up. Just enjoying a dance with Mary by all means. Cut in. 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? Don't worries Brendan. He's an awesome dancer. Glad to see she's enjoying herself. Paul slapped Brendan on the shoulder. And glad you enjoyed the dance too, And with. 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. This is a mask ball. The secrets behind the masks have to remain secrets. He'll down on me and smiled. He looks so incredibly beautiful. He smiled under his mask. I'm glad I came at that moment. 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. No apologies, no excuses, no tears. 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. You can't possibly understand how hot you look, and that caustume. 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. Hey, I'm a dude. Slutty is a compliment. 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. Eyes dancing holding each other. 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. 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. 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. You're caught. It's okay, we should go back inside. He tugged on my arm. No, we need to talk and I want the privacy. Okay, here, I'll try to keep you warm. 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. I saw how Brendan was touching you. My heart fell. Oh shit, Paul, I'm so sorry. It's just that. 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. He loosened his hug and looked me in the face. Do you know why I left the word party? You missed me? No? I mean yes, it's complicated. He was simoned for a long time, but when I didn't say anything, he sighed. It's difficult. One of the women at work saw me at the party alone and started coming on to me. Well, that's not surprising. He looked like he just walked out of some construction worker hunk calendar. 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. 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. You do. The first was that I was really enjoying the sexuality of it. The way she touched me felt good. I missed it. 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. 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. 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. He needs you to want me. 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. Seriously. I frowned, Yes, you jerk. Seriously, you thinks this is funny. 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. Seriously, it was my turn to be shocked. I couldn't think of one hint tossed, not one. But now, who's being the jerk? 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. No doubt, we were tired, we were distracted. We didn't pay off attention to each other. 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. But we'll fix that well. 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. Is this obvious enough? 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. Hmm, how can I reword this? I shuddered as Paul placed his hand on my knee and then slit it up my thigh. Is this perhaps a bit more obvious? 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. Oh that feels so good. 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. For the message is pretty darn clear. 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. About ten feet behind you was a stone railing. Walk over to it, place your hands on the top, and bend forward. 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. Fuck, you were so wet. 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. Oh that feels so good. 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. You're perfect. 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. I understood your message. 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. I'll do the same. 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. We can go down the balcony steps and walk up the driveway. That way, we'll be in the dark and avoid most people. 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. I'm thinking tomorrow will be even better. I glanced at him, how so he smiled. You understand when I send a message. Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by tenth Muse Studio.