by Lexi Archer
The costume Liv was in now, though, was nothing on those old white outfits. She’d gone from the ‘30s standard for titillation to an outfit that I could only describe as straight up Elvira chic. It had a neckline that plunged down so low that at a certain point it couldn’t even be called a neckline any longer. No, it was more two strips of bright red cloth that were no doubt held together by double-sided tape and a prayer and barely managed to cover her tits. I could see most of her stomach and then down below there was a dress with a slit that ran up so far that, again, it was barely a dress and more cloth that just happened to fall down in the front and the back sort of covering her.
Damn. Damn! Talk about fucking hot! I didn’t care if it was unprofessional, as much as you could say we had professionalism in a haunted house like this. All I wanted to do as I drooled over her in that outfit was leap down from my perch, I didn’t think the cardboard walls would do much to hold me back, and take her right there on that cheap bed.
I didn’t give a fuck that the haunt was about to open for the dress rehearsal. I didn’t care if people would see us fucking right there on the bed. Hell, we could just cover up and it might look like it was all part of the show except for the pesky fact that I’d be obviously and painfully out of place considering I had on my hairy monster arms and there’d be a giant me-sized hole in the ceiling and wall.
Justin came in next and I cocked an eyebrow. He definitely wasn’t dressed in the classic Dracula outfit. He caught shit from us for always wearing the same old Bela Lugosi getup when he was doing hosting outside, and he’d definitely changed it up this year.
He looked pale, but other than that he could’ve stepped right off the screen in any of those stupid vampire movies that had been hoovering up teen girls’ money by the ton over the past decade. The only thing missing was the sparkling. He looked more like a high powered businessman except for the fangs that were obvious when he was looking at my wife.
That grin was definitely more in keeping with his character. That grin was filled with pure hunger, though something told me he didn’t want to suck her blood. No, that was the look of a mortal man who was after one thing and not the look of a horrific revenant seeking the blood of the living. That was a man who wanted to run his hands all over my wife’s body, to make her his, and not only was that keeping with the character but it was also fucking turning me on!
“So what do you think honey?” Liv asked, looking up to my hiding spot with a smile on her face. It looked like she was enjoying showing off the big reveal almost as much as I was enjoying seeing it. Looking at her in that outfit I could understand why Justin would want her all to himself!
“Are you allowed to take that thing home tonight?” I asked.
“Not a chance,” Justin said. “I don’t want to think about what the two of you would do to that dress, and we spent a lot of time getting it just right.”
A lot of time getting it just right, huh? Now that was very fascinating. Justin could be very hands on making sure that everything in his haunt was absolutely perfect, and I found myself wondering just how hands on he’d been with making sure my wife’s outfit was absolutely perfect.
Something told me he’d enjoyed that a great deal.
“You know it’s going to be torture watching you in that outfit for the next month,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “That’s part of the idea.”
She had a mischievous smile plastered on her face and a twinkle in her eye that had me suddenly wondering just how much torture she planned on inflicting and exactly how she was going to do that. There were all sorts of interesting possibilities that could be opened up with that bed in the room, though of course it’s not like they’d be able to really do anything with crowds coming through the haunted house.
At least I didn’t think they’d be able to get away with anything. Still, the fantasy was intriguing. It gave me a couple of ideas for dirty talk to incorporate into things the next time we had sex.
I was really getting into some of those thoughts when the lights went out overhead plunging us into darkness. Well, mostly darkness. Screams started off in the distance as various recordings started up and I could see flashing strobe lights and other eerie lighting schemes popping up from various rooms which were open at the top since you couldn’t see the warehouse ceiling in the darkness anyways.
From there it was a bunch of hurry up and wait while people filtered through the haunt. We were close to the middle so we still had a little while before the crowds were going to get to us. Thankfully I had a welcome distraction as Justin and Liv started working through some of the things they’d planned.
First he came up behind her and then he was wrapping his arms around her in a very intimate gesture that had my cock standing up and taking notice. I noticed the way his hand traced along her bare stomach and she seemed to shiver under his touch, though that might have been wishful thinking since she was far enough away and the lighting in that room was dim enough that I couldn’t really be seeing that much detail.
His hand ran up and I squinted. I tried to decided if he was running his hand along her tits or if that was another example of my imagination running wild, but it was too hard to tell. Would Justin be that bold? Had he maybe forgotten that this was a dress rehearsal and for the first time since they started putting together their scene I was right here watching everything?
Sure it’s not like I minded, but he didn’t know that. Did he? What if Liv had told him about how I enjoyed other guys watching her? Would she decide to take it farther than that?
I was so preoccupied with watching him pulling her against him and then moving his teeth down to her neck that I didn’t notice movement in the hallway. No, I was too entranced with the sight of another man moving his teeth down towards her neck, though of course they were fake teeth. The way he was brushing her neck with his lips was real enough, though. The way Liv was breathing heavily was pretty damn hot. I couldn’t tell if that was an act or if she really was that turned on.
We were definitely going to have to talk about that after we were done tonight.
But yeah, I was so preoccupied that the movement in the hall didn’t register until it was too late. The first group of people made it through the hall and I didn’t reach down to scare them. I didn’t let out my usual roar, actually a recording that I set off by pushing a button before I moved the claws down through the roof because I’d lose my voice if I did all the growling on my own. No roar and no arms, no screams from people being surprised, meant that Justin and Liv had no warning.
People burst into the room and they paused for a moment as they saw the intimate embrace. Justin and Liv froze for a moment and I found myself wondering if they intended to be caught like that or if the moment was just as awkward for them as it was for the people who suddenly stopped staring at them.
“Yeah! Get her Drac-man!” one teenage guy shouted. The girl standing next to him slapped him, but it’s not like I could blame the guy. If I was a teen guy with a bunch of my friends I’d probably say something similar considering what it looked like.
If that was an intimate moment that wasn’t intended for public consumption then at the very least they managed to recover pretty quickly. Liv let out an ear curdling scream that broke the spell and got a couple of the girls in the crowd let out screams of their own. Liv fell to the ground, really more of a practiced kneel executed very quickly, and then Justin was advancing on the girls.
“Which one of you pretties will be next?”
I figured he’d go for one of the girls but to my surprise and delight he reached for one of the guys, I think it was the one who made the smartass comment in the first place, and then the guys were yelling too and the entire group was scrambling out of the room. It was all I could do not to roll off my perch laughing off my ass.
We were left alone, or mostly alone. There would be another group of “victims” coming through at any moment, but that didn’t stop me from yelling down to Justin.
“Good one!”
“Yeah, you too! Way to warn us they were coming!”
“What? You want me to interrupt you feeling up my wife?”
“Isn’t that what jealous husbands are supposed to do?”
“You’d be surprised,” Liv said, reaching a hand up to run along Justin’s cheek and then down to his chest.
Oh yes, this was going to some very interesting places. More interesting than I could’ve imagined when I first realized that Liv was going to be changing roles this year. It seemed like she was enjoying the flirtation, and Justin was enjoying it too even if he kept glancing up to where he knew I was hidden. I laughed again. It was always funny to watch guys who didn’t know about our arrangement.
I didn’t have time to think about it for much longer, though, because I heard another group making their way through the haunt and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to miss an opportunity to scare the crap out of this group. I got ready with one arm positioned to reach down through the obvious hole in the ceiling that they never seemed to notice and the other finger poised on the button that would start the snarling and roaring recording that really sold my corner of the haunt.
The entire time, though, I had one eye on the vampire room down below where they continued to get a little hot and heavy, but much to my disappointment it never seemed to get to the point of going too far. I wondered if that was Justin holding back because he was afraid of me coming down from my perch to beat the crap out of him, Liv holding back because she wasn’t sure if I was into this even though the answer should’ve been obvious, or both of them holding back because, after all, this was a very public place and it’s not like they could get up to much in there without the public realizing what was going on.
At least that’s what I thought at the time. I was going to be proved very, very wrong in the near future though.
3: How Far?
“So I take it you were enjoying the show tonight?” Liv asked.
We were driving home and I’d been quiet the entire way. I couldn’t think of what to say because I was so turned on. My cock was rock hard and walking out of the haunt I’d been terrified that something as simple as a light puff of wind would be enough to set me off. That’s how worked up I was after an evening of torture watching Liv and Justin playing their games together.
I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the rest of October if there was going to be more torture like tonight.
“What did you think of the scene? I made sure to put in some details that were just for you,” she said.
I jumped. Her voice was right in my ear. She must be right next to me, but I didn’t want to turn because then we’d be face to face and as turned on as I was right now that would turn into a kiss that would quickly devolve into making out which was the last thing we needed to be doing while I was behind the wheel of a moving car. Accidents happened that way, and I very much wanted to stay in the land of the living.
Though I suppose if I did shed my mortal coil then at the very least I could look forward to haunting the vampire room at the haunt. That would add some real verisimilitude to the haunted house if they had an actual ghost haunting the place, never mind that the ghost would probably be too busy creating getting ectoplasm all over everything because it was so turned on watching its wife get naughty from beyond the grave.
I shook my head and pulled out of my funk. I don’t know what it was about the month of October that got me to thinking like that, but I needed to pay attention to the road before we seriously did have an accident.
“I thought it was pretty interesting,” I said.
Liv put a hand on my arm. I closed my eyes for a moment and took in a deep calming breath that I really needed. It didn’t help that her hand moved down my arm and then shot straight for my cock. It didn’t help that as soon as she realized I was sporting one hell of a hard on she started running her fingers up and down the length of my cock.
Damn. All I wanted was to get home. All I wanted was to get to our bedroom where I could throw her down and take out all of the energy that was coursing through me as a result of watching her at the dress rehearsal. Where I could fuck her while imagining that it was another man who was pounding her, a fantasy that still never failed to turn me on even after we’d explored it with several guys over the years.
After the way she acted tonight I was starting to seriously wonder if Justin was going to be the next person to join us in that exploration.
“I’ll take this as a rousing endorsement of my acting job tonight,” Liv said.
“You have no idea how hot that was. Seeing you with the vampire vixens was always hot, but knowing that you’re going to be flirting with that billionaire Dracula wannabe every night? That’s going to be pure torture,” I said.
“That was the idea baby,” she said.
Her hand slipped down inside my jeans and then the warmth of her fingers was wrapping around my cock. She started moving up and down, though her movement was restricted somewhat considering my pants were still buttoned and zipped up. I had a feeling she was going to take care of that pretty damn quick though.
“I think the real question is, how far do you want things to go with Justin baby? Because I know that he’s very interested in things going a hell of a lot farther than they have so far just with acting.”
I licked my lips. This was familiar territory, and yet it was new every time we came to this conversation. The one where we figured out exactly where we stood. The conversation where we talked about how far we wanted to take things and what the ground rules were for this particular fling.
The only problem was I didn’t see how she was going to have this fling.
“How far? You’re in the middle of a haunted house with people all around you. People coming in and out of the room all the time. How are you going to take things farther than what you did tonight?”
Never mind that what they’d done tonight was more than enough as far as I was concerned. It was already pure torture watching another man feeling my wife up and knowing I could look forward to that for the rest of the month of October. If there was the possibility that they could somehow be fucking or doing more down there while I was up on my perch and powerless to do anything but watch I think it might well and truly drive me over the edge of insanity.
A deliciously wonderful insanity that would have my cock threatening to burst by the end of the month, to be sure, but still.
“Oh? You don’t think I thought of that?” she asked. “Why do you think there’s a bed in there with nice thick sheets?”
“Because you wanted it to look like some rich penthouse in a big city?”
“There’s so much more to it than that,” she said. Her hand started working at the snap to my jeans. I heard my zipper pull down and then she was pulling my cock out and running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. I held the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip and concentrated on maintaining control and concentrating on the road rather than concentrating on the wonderful feelings running through my body.
“Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“You know what you have to do first baby,” she said.
I sighed. I didn’t know why she insisted on going through this song and dance every time we found a new guy she wanted to play with. She knew I was perfectly fine with her doing whatever she wanted with a guy as long as I knew about it, but she always insisted on getting explicit permission from me before moving forward with a new “friend.” I suppose she wanted to make sure she had all her bases covered, but sometimes I wished she’d just take the blanket permission I was willing to give her.
“Yes, you have my permission to play with Justin if you want to, but I don’t see how you’re going to make that happen in that room.”
I was hoping she might tell me how she was going to make that happen, but no such luck. Then again it’s not like I could complain too much because even if she wasn’t telling me what her dastardly
plan was like some sexy Bond villain, well at the very least she was leaning over and taking my cock into her mouth. Running her lips down until I was completely buried in the back of her throat.
Fuck! This was too much for me. Thinking of everything I’d watched tonight, of Justin running his hands all over my wife, of guys staring at her and making the sort of comments that would’ve earned them at least a stern talking to if I wasn’t so into the idea of my wife with another man, coupled with the delicious feeling of her throat wrapped around my cock was enough to send me rocketing over the edge as I started pumping deep into her mouth.
Who was I kidding? It was all I could do to keep the car between the lines on the road as I unloaded in my wife. As I felt her throat contracting around my cock with each pulse as she swallowed like the expert cock sucker that she was.
And still I was wondering how she was going to pull off what she was claiming. How was she going to get with Justin in that room? Her plans couldn’t involve taking him back to our place both because there just wasn’t any time that Justin wasn’t at the haunt during the month of October unless he was sleeping and she hadn’t asked me if we could take him to a hotel or something.
We never took guys back to our place. That was one of the rules we both stood firm by even if it had caused some mild inconveniences over the years.
I finished exploding in her mouth and then relaxed as I came down from the high of having her lips wrapped around my dick. She pulled off and there wasn’t a stray drop of my load anywhere. That was how fucking good she was at sucking my cock. I wondered if Justin was going to discover firsthand just how good she was at sucking cock sometime in the near future.
“Fuck that was hot honey,” I gasped.
“I figured you’d be good and turned on after watching him feeling me up all night long,” Liv said.
“You know me well baby,” I said.
