My Slutty Wife's Halloween Party

Many of you read and enjoyed the story about my slutty wife's nudist holiday. Brenda is still up to her old tricks. You might like to hear about her shenanigans a week ago at the Zephyr Adult Movie Theater in Hollywood, California we attended the annual adult Halloween party.

The movie house was once a gay venue where gays sucked cock and spit cum at the screen. Gang fucks, where one guy would lay face down bare assed in the aisle, and other men would take quickly take anal advantage. All you had to do in the theater was drop your shorts and someone would nail your rectum or the alternative.

In recent times there has been a change in the adult theater's clientele. It is no longer called a gay theater. Swingers and bisexuals, as well as kinky folks, are now welcome. Anything goes as long as the sex acts are consensual. To prevent bullying, Mambo, a 350-pound security guard, has his nose in any forced encounter. It's a safe place where Brenda can give her hairless pussy a thorough safe workout on a Saturday night.

If you were there, you probably would have seen us. I was dressed like a yellow banana but my face was unmasked. I'm about 5 foot 10 inches tall, and I like to think I'm a very passable guy at twenty-eight years. I work in production at an adult movie studio in Burbank. I have brown hair with a slight curl. My eyes are hazel, and my nose is good enough to pass as a redo, but it's original. When I was a kid, other children teased me because my lips were large. Now I'm told they are sexy, kissable, and perfect for cunnilingus, rimming, or cock sucking. I have a muscular build due to high school and college varsity wrestling teams. Of course, without daily workouts, I've gone up to 170 pounds, but no complaints. Back then I was looking too thin.

My cock is not supersized, a mere 7 1/4 inches, but no one has ever complained about my exuberant fucking. It must be that extra 1/4 inch? I do have huge meatballs. I get hard and stay hard, and I always try to satisfy my partners, whoever they may be. On a good night without sniffing amyl nitrate, I can get it up three times. After that, if I'm still horny or trying to please, I'll offer my mouth or my backside to be accommodating.

The night of the Halloween Party, Brenda was dressed as a harem girl wearing a very transparent minuscule costume that revealed her sexual charms. Even a blind man would have noticed her long nipples, full DD breasts (not the low hang variety), and her shaved lower extremities in all their glory.

If you are into classic cinema, my wife is a sex star, a unique athletic 25-year-old, who currently looks like a cross between Jean Harlow and Mamie Van Doren. Brenda has a pretty face, beautiful teeth, and a quick smile. Her platinum hair is medium length falling over her ears and sculpted with bangs. She has full natural lips, the kind you would love to kiss. High cheekbones frame her big eyes, a pretty neck, and a curvy ass that your oversized cock will find welcoming. I will refer to her as Brenda or Bee, B-girl, or just B during my description of her cyclonic activities. Whatever name I call her, I'm always talking about her.

The B-girl is intelligent and likes to tease. She has a great sense of humor. She eats tons of food but never seems to put on any weight. She stands about 5'8," but most people think she is taller. If they meet her when she is seated, they are surprised when she stands up. Blame it on those super long legs, which she can wrap around your waist like a python while you are fucking her. She likes sexy clothes and knows how to wear them, but she prefers to go nude when it's orgy time.

I shouldn't tell you about her vagina, but I will. It is gorgeous, like a flower surrounded with petal-like labia. More than one partner has tried to nibble the fringe on her labia. Her secret weapon is a hard nodule in her clit hat will set off a dick like a firecracker—something like that famous tongue piercing adjunct for fellatio. Her clit is just inside her vagina, but can pop out when she is aroused. Her vag looks tiny but will stretch a mile.

Brenda has an extra-long tongue and no inhibitions about using it, even on your ass. I've seen her socket a twelve-inch penis in her vagina without straining. That should give you some ideas of how formidable a sex bomb she is.

No, I'm not ashamed to say, my wife, Brenda, is a slut. She is the biggest slut I've ever known, but that is why I married her. I love a woman with no inhibitions. She was voted "the biggest slut" in a Beverly Hills High School Facebook poll. The only other alumni who earned that distinction was the famous Monica, whose cum soaked skirt sunk the ship, S.S. Clinton. Brenda used to wear large earring hoops in high school with a book cover announcing, "if your d*** can't pass through these ear hoops, please f*** me."

Brenda had no desire to lose her "biggest slut" title when she attended college at USC. After class, she made frequent forays to Mexican dive bars where she'd end up with her back mashed into the green felt of the pool table, while Jose, Jose, and Jose climbed aboard. The attention men and women still pay her indicates that she is still in her prime, but she laughs and says,

"Oh no, I'm just an everyday girl who likes sex."

On our honeymoon in Miami, a parade of young Cubans she had met invaded our suite. After a run, I came up to the room and found her with her vag, ass, and mouth filled by three guys simultaneously. She was somehow jerking off the fourth. I had to get the sheets changed more than once on that trip. I am not jealous, but I don't like to sleep in sheets that are wet from other guys' cum dripping.

After we were married a while, B-girl feared our sex life was getting vanilla. At her instance, I placed an advert on an internet site inviting adults who wanted to fuck "a masked beauty" to contact us. I directed them to a dive motel where these one-day marathon sessions were usually conducted on national holidays. I'd check the guys in one by one, make sure they were clean, issue them a condom, and off they'd go. The lineup looked like the delegates at the United Nations. Once the Covid started, we cut out those stunts.

A month ago, thinking the pandemic was over, we decided to attend the Halloween Costume Event at the Zephyr Adult Movie Theater, which opened after an extended closure. Of course, the venue required vaccination cards and masks for the safety of all.

We ate a nice meal at noon so that Brenda could douche more than once in preparation for anal sex. Her ass was, afterward, "as clean as an hourglass."

We got to the Theater around ten p.m., entering the swinging shiny golden glass doors. Everyone was wearing terrific costumes. Brenda ran right to the popcorn stand and asked for a cup of hot butter.

"What do you need that for?" said the popcorn guy.

Brenda said, "I'll show you," and ran behind the stand, squeezing through the tight entrance, grabbing the guy, she stuck her finger into the butter tray. She then thrust her hands into his loose pants, lubing him up with the hot butter. and proceeded to jerk him off into a plastic soda cup that half filled with hot jizz.

"The popcorn butter is the best cock lube," said B-girl, and it tastes good too," wiping her hands clean on some paper napkins.

"No charge Mam, please come back again," said the clerk as he gave her a plastic a cup of popcorn butter-- we were off to the races!

Brenda, with her long legs, ran on ahead of me. When I got down into the gallery, it took a while to spot her. There she was down in the first row where a black guy we knew was seated. Bubba has a huge cock and was dressed in a toga as if he was the a Roman Emperor.

Three or four guys in various brief costumes were waiting in a line to suck him off. Each guy had trouble getting the big dong into their mouths and no one was expert enough to get Bubba's rocks off. When Bubba saw Brenda, he said,

"White girl, I know from past encounters that you are up to this level of cock."

Brenda reached over, parted his robe, and played with his balls, deftly lubing his big dick with the butter sauce. His shiny cock looked like some sea monster. B-girl opened her big mouth and used her tongue to toy with his cock's head, as she slid his foreskin down. Bubba was responding,

"That's it, baby, you got it, don't stop," and moments later, Bubba reached out to grab her head in his massive hands so she could not pull away as his throbbing penis finally gave up its sperm, like a whale at sea shooting through its blowhole.

"Don't hold her down, I shouted, she has to breath."

Moments later, Brenda surfaced with her mouth full of cum. She could hardly speak, Bubba had filled her throat, and in her struggle to breathe, you could see the while stringy cum glob streaming out her nose.

"Are you ok baby," Bubba said, "I hope I didn't cause you any distress?"

Brenda was busy wiping the cum off her face and trying to swallow what was in her mouth. B-girl could hardly utter a sound except for a gurgle, but she gave the man a two-fisted thumbs up and ran to embraced Bubba. The sticky cum load on her face ended up on his tee-shirt.

I walked her back to the unisex bathroom to help her wash up. Inside I noticed two guys blowing each other. They never looked up. They had somehow lost their clown costumes that lay scattered across the tile floor. I helped Brenda and she gargled out what remained of the white cream pie stuck to her teeth like a stick of Turkish taffy.

"How do you feel, Baby?"

"I'm ok, ready for more for sex. The night is young!" Brenda said.

"Give your mouth a rest," I suggested.

"Yeah, you are probably right."

As we were walking out of the lavatory, one of the blowjob twins said,

"Hey, mister, could you piss on us?"

What the hell? I had to whizz anyway.

"Brenda, I have to piss, could you can hold my dick?"

B-girl took over as if she was the fire chief, and my dick was the firehose. She sprayed the two guys, mostly on their faces. I wasn't even finished pissing when they were thanking me.

Of course, Brenda, now having ditched her sperm-filled wet armless harem tee-shirt, ran off. I returned to the sink to wash off my dick. She was roaming the aisles with her tits nude for all to see. Even some of the gay boys were entranced and were questioning their sexual preferences.

Very soon, a good-looking tattooed girl with a rubber snake wrapped around her torso got entangled with Brenda. When I finally caught up with them, the tattooed girl had just moved from sucking Brenda's nips to licking her vag. They say no man is as good at cunnilingus as a lesbian broad, and as I watched her performance, I had to admit that old saying was probably true.

"Oh, that was good," said B-girl, "You've got me orgasming. Who's next?"

The tattooed girl looked disappointed but lifted her head from B's crotch and stepped back, making room for a burly bearded bearish man who quickly took her place. He was dressed as a Taliban and pushed me out of the way. The bear dropped his shorts, starting to fall to his knees in front of Brenda. B-girl reached out and grabbed for his six-inch cock. I handed her a condom, and she put it in her mouth, rolling it on him orally. The Bear smiled and shoved his cock inside her very wet pussy with a plopping noise."

The lesbian girl turned to me, "If I knew she was into men, I'd have left her alone."

"Not just men, my wife digs all comers. I know she enjoyed your service. When this guy is done, you should do clean up."

"Ugh, no chance, I don't follow dick," and the lesbian ran adjusting her snake wrap."

With that famous twist of her hips, Bee got the Bear to cum rather quickly, but when the Bear tried to pull out, Bee tightened her vag muscles, clamping down on the Bear's still very swollen cock.

"I'm stuck," he yelled, "I can't get out. Get a doctor."

B-girl just started laughing and released her cunt muscles, cutting the Taliban bear loose. Some skinny guy dressed as a homeless person and asked if he could have the sperm-filled condom. The Bear handed it right over to him. The skinny guy put the open end of the filled condom to his mouth, put his head back, and drained the entire packet of its sperm contents.

"Thank's, Sir. I have a testosterone problem, and drinking it regulates me. It also gives me hot flashes."

"Me too," says Brenda. At these shindigs, I swallow a ton of cum, and the next day I feel like my clit is hot and I'm growing a cock.

"Are you a real homeless guy?" said B-girl.

"Of course not," said the man, "But I could use a few dollars."

By now, two other guys were waiting and they started laughing.

"You guy ready to fuck," said Bee.

"Let's two-time her," said Phil, the short guy who was wearing a gorilla costume.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but his pal Warren, dressed as a young Joe Biden, stepped out of his jockstrap, exposing a discrete penis and two well-shaped eggs. I handed him a condom. Warren rolled it on, fitted his dick easily into B's puss, and vigorously set into fucking my wife. His pal, Phil, got behind him and stuck his dick in Warren's ass hole and began fucking him.

"I love a fuck session with a cock in my ass.," said Warren, the taller of the two, "You get it--fucking and being fucked." Finally, Warren pulled out, but the inside of the condom was dry.

"Not much cum, buddy," said Brenda.

"It is what it is," said Warren."I've got a viagra hard-on, but my balls are empty."

"Still holding tight to Warren's ass. Phil said to Brenda, "Next time, I'll do you first," After another few humps, Phil dropped his load in Warren's ass."

"There ya go," B-girl said, turning to Warren, "But I wanna see you cum. Do you want me to suck you off?" Said Brenda.

"Sure, if you want."

"Oh, don't waste your time," said Phil, "Once he's done, he is done."

"You wanna bet $20," says Brenda."

Phil's nodded in agreement.

B-girl grabbed Phil's flaccid dick and stuffed his cock into her mouth, sucking dick like a steam engine. Reaching around, Bee got a few fingers in his butt and worked them inside until she could feel his prostate. Between her sucking and the prostate massage, in three minutes Warren was moaning and shouting. Then he came like a water fountain, one pulsation after another. When the gurgle was over, Bee spit out his cum, saying,

"I usually swallow, but I had to show Phil that you really came in order to win the bet," with a big grin, Brenda continued,

"You boys think you are the only ones who know how to suck dick. I hope now you've learned something."

His buddy Phil handed me the $20 bill shaking his head.

I suggested to Bee that we sit down for a few minutes and rest. Of course, with Brenda's big tits bare, it didn't take long for some older little guy dressed like Tom Mix the cowboy to stop. He undid his trousers and revealed a very sizable dick. It looked a little strange.

"What's with your cock?" I asked.

"Oh, it been stuffed, a plastic surgical procedure. I was always embarrassed by my small dick so I had it stuffed by Dr. Dick, the cock surgeon."

"Ok, said Brenda, "If you'd excuse me, my cunt is resting up. If you want to give me a butt fuck, that would be fine."

"I'd like that very much," said the grey-haired cowboy, "I actually prefer that end of the bargain."

"Hold on, Pops," said B, "let me get down on all fours."

"That'll be good cause you are taller than me," said the grey-haired guy stroking himself.

Brenda asked for my jacket to cushion her knees from the rug bristles, and Pops asked if he could fuck without a condom.

"No," I said, "We have a strict rule about barebacking."

"No problem said the old guy," waving a paper in front of me, "But I have an STD test done earlier today, and as you can see, I'm clean."

Brenda grabbed the paper and read it carefully.

"Ok, Pops, it's gonna be skin to skin for me and you."

"Oh, thank you, it never feels as good wearing a glove."

"I agree," said Bee, "But it is what it is."

I was relieved because I didn't know if the Magnum condom would have stretched over his wide penis. His dick wasn't long but looked like a beer can, too wide for a standard condom. I always have a few Magnums in my pocket just in case. Seeing his prick, sticking out of his white pants, handed Brenda some high-end lube to rub on his dick and told her to apply some on her bare pussy.

Pops got behind her and leaned over her back, to examine her tattoos. There is a sizable technicolor cobra just above her poop shoot. The cowboy had a bit of a struggle getting inside. He winced and pushed his ass buster mostly inside. I dripped more popcorn butter lube on the slit of her ass cheeks, knowing it would drain onto his dick. With a mighty heave, the Cowboy jammed his behemoth, all of it, inside. Brenda gave out with an 'Oa-oa' sound. The old guy was in no rush and began to see-saw fuck her slowly.

A tall younger guy standing nearby dressed in a Star Trek outfit took down his pants, stripped off his brief red underwear, and revealed his red-headed hard-on he got from watching Pops fuck Brenda's ass. Seeing his predicament, and sensing Pops had a while yet to churn her butt before his release, Brenda motioned the Star Trek guy closer, extending her hand, grabbing his dick, and she started jerking him off. He came very quickly, squirting a shower of cum on my feet. Meanwhile, Pops was still coming around the mountain.

Another guy, dressed as a Devil, holding a pitchfork, with a potbelly and a head of curly hair, said, "I'm next," and parted his robe to offered Brenda his hairy cock. She set out jerking him off using some of the cum juice from the previous Star Trek jerk off. When the old cum started to get pasty, I dripped some popcorn butter on her fist. That seemed to work nicely, but this time I stepped back to avoid the cum shower from the space cadet.

"No offense intended," said B-girl, "But you should trim that dick bush a little."

"You're right, sorry about that."

"No biggie and she patted his cock's head.

Finally, Pops seemed to have hit his groove, and giving Bee a few hard stuffings, he pulled out of her tight ass, spritzing cum all over the place.

"Brenda, you should rest a bit, the night is far from over."

Ok, you're probably right.

Then looking at me, B-girl said,

"Why don't you take a walk around? Maybe you'll find something you'd enjoy fucking."

"Ok, Bee, here are some condoms. Make sure the fuckers use them," and I got up to take a walkabout.

I climbed up the carpeted stairs to the tiny balcony, thinking I'd get a birds-eye view from above. Looking down, I could see Brenda talking to some gal, maybe the tattooed lesbian who didn't want to mess with a cunt after a dick was in it? Between the carnival lights and a haze, it was hard to see.

Someone taps me on the shoulder. Is it someone I know? It's dark, but I squint, and whoever it looked familiar.

"Do I know you?"

"You sure have a shit memory, white boy. You fucked the shit out of my ass at the Que Bath House a few months ago."

"Oh yes, it's so dark, but hearing your beautiful voice, I know exactly who you are. Wasn't your name, 'Damien?"

I look closely and I can see my trans friend is dressed in a punk rock costume that would be ideal for a Ramones' concert. She had a very short blue faded levy mini skirt, a see-through top showing her swollen hormonal tits and she wore a a large safety pin through her ear. Lest I forget, she had black shiny high topped combat boots with a four-inch heels. Her hair was the same yellowish bleached blond I remembered playing with while I fucked her.

"I'm surprised you remember me, although your cock made quite an impression on my ass. I could feel your dick, even two days after, as if you were still inside fucking me."