Cynthia met her husband during a drunken Halloween hook up—and she’s been in love with the holiday ever since. She’s always found ways to spice up her marriage on October 31, but when masks are added to the sexual equation, her desires soar to a new level of chills and thrills.

Warning: Masquerade (12,200 words) contains frat party fumblings, self-served oral, shower nozzle nookie, and furry bathroom fantasies.


He started staring at me: The look on his face was a weird mixture of arousal and angst. It finally dawned on me that Robert was getting jealous and the experience wasn’t at all what he thought it would be.

But still, he nodded, letting me know he wanted me to enjoy myself—even if he wasn’t.

“It’s okay,” he mouthed at me.

I closed my eyes, feeling Mark’s cock pushing in and out of me, deeper and deeper with every thrust. His hands rested on my stomach, and then traveled up to my bouncing tits. He squeezed them and pushed his hips upward into my crotch. I started to feel the damp sweat that covered his legs. The room smelled like sex, sex, and more sex. I heard slapping bodies next to me, and Maggie screaming in ecstasy. Robert let out a moan—though not quite the moan I’ve gotten to know so well in our years together—alerting the entire room that he had just come inside of a strange woman’s cunt.

Maggie collapsed on the bed and rolled around onto her back. Robert sat down next to her, zipped up his pants, and continued watching us. All eyes seemed to be on us. I wildly bounced up and down on Mark’s long shaft, wanting to give everyone a good show. He grabbed my tits tightly, squeezing them as if he was inspecting melons at the supermarket. Then he pulled his torso upward, which made his cock fill me up even more. I felt his hot breath against my face, and as he started nibbling on my neck, he reached around to push my cunt down against his throbbing dick. I felt his stubble against my face, and he wrestled his head toward my mouth. Mark kissed me deeply and it felt like he was trying to put out a fire inside my cheeks. Our tongues fought in our mouths, and I enjoyed the taste of him and the drinks he had. I glanced over at Robert staring at us and rubbing his cock through his pants, which turned me on even more. I moaned inside of Mark’s mouth, as one last thrust did me in and sent me over the edge. I shook and shuddered in his arms, and the pleasure cut through me like a lightning bolt.

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