Being Hot Makes Halloween so Much More Exciting

Stacy's never really been the hot girl, but after a year of working out and eating well, she's ready to debut her hot body at Halloween, choosing a tight catsuit as her costume. Her boyfriend loves the new look, but so do a lot of other people at the party and it turns out that Stacy kind of loves all the attention.

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Stacy nearly toppled over as she climbed the wooden stairs up to her friend's porch. Ryan slipped his arm under hers and helped Stacy keep her balance before she shot upright, took a deep breath, and tried to wash away the nerves that had suddenly gripped her.

"You okay, babe?" he asked.

She smiled at him - and his over the top pirate costume that looked utterly perfect - and nodded.

"You sure?"

"Just a little nervous," she said.

"About the costume?"

It was sweet that he remembered her misgivings about dressing in the skintight Catwoman costume. It was, after all, a massive departure for Stacy, who usually wore a costume that was some sort of clever joke and that managed to largely hide her body. The past year, though, she'd gotten into great shape through endless workouts and a much stricter diet and she wanted to show it off, hence the revealing, low cut costume that fit like a second skin and showed off her breasts.

"You look insanely hot," Ryan reaffirmed. "I mean, I'm sure you know that, but you look insanely hot and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be on your arm tonight."

She laughed and swatted him playfully. "You'll be getting lucky tonight," Stacy said. "Don't worry about that. First, though, let's go have some fun."

Ryan took her hand and they stepped into the purple and orange light of their friend's house for what Stacy hoped would be the debut of an entirely new version of herself.

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"Holy shit."

"Who's that?"

"Is that Stacy? She looks amazing."

"What a slut."

"Oh, fuck, I'd love to go home with her."

Ryan heard all that and more as he and Stacy walked through the party. Despite the somewhat dark lighting it seemed that very few people failed to get a look at Stacy. Based on an informal survey on their journey through the house – which was laden with frightening Halloween decorations – Ryan was certain that Stacy looked hotter than anyone else at the party. He'd always known she was beautiful, but it was different being with the girl that literally everyone was staring at. Ryan was well aware that most of the guys would have fucked Stacy if given the choice and he felt both thrilled and more than a little insecure at the idea that she was with him, that she'd be going home with him, that he'd be the one to fuck her in that catsuit.

Halfway to through the house, Stacy was pulled aside by a group of her friends, all of whom fawned over her, saying again and again how hot she looked. Ryan promised he'd get his girlfriend a drink and slipped away to find the refreshments.

It was dark even in the kitchen, but Ryan grabbed two cups and filled them from a bowl labeled 'Halloween punch.' He took a sip and sweet flavors danced on his tongue, mixing with what he was fairly certain was vodka. He made a mental note to caution Stacy against drinking the cocktail too quickly as it was probably a lot stronger than it tasted.

He set about to find his girlfriend, going back to the room where her friends had pulled her aside. Stacy was nowhere to be found, though, so he ventured onwards, eventually coming across her in a room bathed in dark purple light. She was talking with a tall, handsome-looking man in what looked like a Zorro costume. For a moment Ryan smiled at the classic nature of his outfit, but then it became obvious that the guy was flirting with Stacy and flirting hard. He kept leaning closer and whatever he was saying seemed to thrill her as her body language indicated a certain level of interest, which was the exact opposite of what Ryan wanted to see.

Stacy looked his way as he approached with the drinks in his hand and quickly brushed her hair behind her ears.

"Dave, this is my boyfriend, Ryan," she said as Ryan passed her the cup. Stacy took a big sip and he noted that nearly half the punch was gone when she'd finished.

"Ryan, good to meet you," Dave said as he extended his hand.

Ryan shook it and felt a touch of pain as Dave squeezed his hand with what seemed to be every bit of strength he could muster. It was the sort of move that men sometimes pulled when they were trying to assert their dominance, like they were two gorillas in the jungle competing for the affection of an available female.

"I like your costume," Ryan noted before sipping his drink. "A classic is always a good choice."

Dave stepped back and swept his cape to the side in an impressive flourish and then looked at Stacy and said, "I'm an excellent swordsman, too."

He wasn't being the slightest bit subtle, but Stacy seemed delighted as she offered a flirty smile before taking Ryan's hand in hers.

Dave bowed with another flourish and said, "I shall leave you two to your drinks."

He turned and walked away as Ryan glanced at his girlfriend's cleavage in the catsuit. He looked up to find her staring at him with a smile on her face.

"Your tits look amazing," he said before it occurred to him that it was a bit crass to utter that particular sentence.

"I know," she replied, catching him off guard.

"It seems like I'm not the only man to have noticed how hot you look in your costume. It seems like Zorro there was quite interested in showing you just how much of an expert swordsman he was."

Stacy was clearly flattered by Dave's interest in her and it seemed to Ryan that she wasn't making much effort to hide it. He pulled her closer, moving his hand from the small of her back to her ass. He squeezed her backside through the thin, soft, shiny material of her catsuit and leaned in for a kiss. Stacy met his lips without hesitation and she was the one to offer her tongue, letting it slide into his mouth and moaning as she did so.

"I'm sorry if I was being a little too flirty with him," she whispered before kissing Ryan's neck. "I've never been the girl that guys see and immediately come over to talk to. I just kind of ended up flirting with him without even thinking about it."

She pressed her body against his and Ryan squeezed her ass harder. They kissed again and her tongue moved even deeper into his mouth. Whatever misgivings he's had about her flirting floated away as arousal swept through him. If flirting with Dave resulted in kisses like that, Ryan couldn't very well object, especially since they portended the best sex of his life when they left the party.

"I'd like to keep making out with you, but I really need to pee," Stacy said softly.

"Want me to hold your drink?"

She sipped it and shook her head. "It's really good, so I'm taking it with me. I'll be back, though."

Ryan stared at her ass as Stacy walked away. Then he took a deep breath, sipped his drink, and waited for his boner to fade before venturing into the party.

---

Stacy plucked her cup from the bathroom counter, took a sip, and checked herself in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good. Then she stepped back, turned to the side, and admired herself in the catsuit. It might have been the first time in her life she'd done that in front of a mirror and she was beyond pleased with how she looked and felt.

A knock on the door pulled Stacy from her brief foray into self-involvement and she stepped out of the bathroom - garnering a stare from the guy dressed as a police officer on the other side - and slid past him.

Standing in front of her was a tall, lean blonde woman in a red catsuit. She had on red horns and Stacy could see a tail attached to the back of her costume. The red and black pitchfork in her hand confirmed her costume as something in the realm of a devil and her breasts looked just as spectacular as Stacy's.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry for staring," Stacy said with a laugh.

The girl waved away any concerns. "Oh, don't worry about it. Honestly, I wouldn't put them on display if staring made me uncomfortable. I'm sure you know what I mean."

Stacy glanced down at her own breasts and her lips curled into a bright smile. "You know, it's the first time I've worn something like this for Halloween...or really any other occasion, and I wasn't actually prepared for all the staring."

"And?" the girl asked.

"I like it," Stacy admitted. "I really, really like it."

"Well, you look hot as hell," the girl said as she stepped back and let her eyes wander over Stacy's body. "I think you might look even better than I do."

"Oh, no, definitely not. The red looks incredible on you. I don't think I'd have the confidence to wear that color and you're absolutely pulling it off. You look stunning."

The girl bit her lip in a remarkably flirty manner and once again her eyes wandered over Stacy's body. This time, though, she went slower and there was something decidedly primal about it, like she was sizing up a meal.

"It looks like your cup is almost empty," the girl said. "How about we get another drink?"

Compelled by a force she didn't entirely understand, Stacy nodded.

The girl took her hand and pulled Stacy close. Their breasts very nearly touched before she said, "I'm Brittany."

"It's nice to meet you, Brittany. I'm Stacy."

Brittany smiled, leaned in just a little, and softly kissed Stacy on the cheek. "You're exquisite, Stacy."

She turned, put her arm around Stacy, and walked like that through the party. Stacy had gotten a great many stares when she entered, but now she was walking side-by-side with another beautiful woman in a catsuit and it seemed as though every single person in the room was looking at them. Stacy liked it, though, and she suspected that Brittany liked it even more.

As they stepped into the kitchen, Stacy felt Brittany's hand on her ass. She gave it a good squeeze and an electric charge of pleasure followed, leaving Stacy aroused and a little bit confused.

"Your boyfriend's cute," Brittany said as she took Stacy's cup and opened one of the lower kitchen cabinets.

"Do you know Ryan?"

Brittany pulled three bottles out and set them on the counter. "No. I saw the two of you kissing earlier, though."

Stacy felt a little self-conscious as Brittany looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"You seem like a good kisser," Brittany said.

Stacy's face suddenly felt remarkably warm. "I'm pretty sure I am. With Ryan, at least."

"And if Zorro had tried to kiss you before your boyfriend showed up? What would you have done?"

Stacy watched Brittany make two cocktails of some sort - with three different forms of liquor - as she considered the question. The right answer, of course, was that she wouldn't have kissed him. Stacy was fairly certain that it wasn't the honest answer, though, and she was embarrassed at the realization that she very much would have enjoyed kissing someone other than her boyfriend.

"It's awful, but I...I'm pretty sure I would have let him kiss me," she said as Brittany approached with a drink in each hand. Stacy took hers, lifted the cup to her lips, and ventured a small sip. "Wow, that's amazing. Where did you learn to make drinks?"

"I tended bar to pay for graduate school."

Brittany lifted her cup and took a long sip. Stacy did the same as they locked eyes. Brittany set her cup on the counter and inched closer. Her hand moved to Stacy's lower back and she applied gentle pressure, pulling her closer.

"I'm going to kiss you now," she said.

A moment later Stacy was kissing a woman. A beautiful woman. A beautiful woman with soft lips and a talented tongue.

"Oh...wow," Stacy said afterwards. "That was..."

She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she kissed Brittany. She really went for it, too, offering her tongue and grabbing Brittany's ass with both hands, squeezing it tight and massaging it like Ryan often did with her.

"You're a very good kisser, Stacy...just in case you were wondering," Brittany observed with a smile. She leaned in, kissed Stacy's neck, and added, "My pussy is soaked."

"Mine too," Stacy said without hesitation.

Brittany picked up her drink, took Stacy's hand, and led her out of the kitchen and through the house. They headed up a darkened stairway and down the hall. Stacy offered no resistance as a bedroom door opened and Brittany stepped inside, releasing Stacy's hand and gesturing for her to follow.

Stacy knew what would happen in the bedroom, for she'd have no power to resist her desires if she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

She took a sip of her drink, stepped inside, and shut the door.

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"Dude!"

Ryan turned to see someone dressed up in a black suit with a thin black tie. He had long, stringy-looking hair and a scraggly beard. His face looked bruised and scratched up, too, like he'd been in a terrible fight. It wasn't until he got close that Ryan recognized the man coming at him as one of his best friends.

"Alex, shit, I didn't even recognize you," he said as they embraced.

"It's a good costume, right?"

"Well, I guess."

Alex looked offended as he stepped back. "Dude, I'm John Wick!"

"Oh, shit, right. That actually is a good costume." It actually was.

"Yeah, you're not the only one that seems confused, though. I don't know why I thought this would be a costume that any of the girls here would be impressed with."

Ryan smiled. "Does that mean you're over the break up, or at least you're ready to try and get over it?"

Alex nodded vigorously. "Fuck yes that's what it means, man. I'm pretty sure I screwed up with the costume, though, and it seems like some of the women here aren't even into dudes, so I suppose my chances were already low."

"What do you mean?"

"Somebody said he saw two insanely hot chicks in catsuits go upstairs to fuck."

"Wait, what?"

Alex seemed delighted. "Yeah dude. They were apparently making out in the kitchen and then they went upstairs to fuck. Maybe their boldness will convince other women that it's okay to hook up at this party, which means I should definitely not be talking to you. No offense or anything."

Ryan felt like he'd been smacked across the face. Stacy hadn't come back from the bathroom and he wasn't aware of two other women in catsuits at the party. Was she cheating on him? Was she fucking a woman? What the fuck was going on?

"You okay?" Alex asked.

Ryan nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Get out there, man. Try and rebound. You deserve it. Good luck."

Alex clapped him on the shoulder, chugged his drink, and spun around and headed off like a man on a mission. Ryan stumbled backwards, hit the couch, and fell onto it. The soft cushion felt like it was going to swallow him before he settled in. He looked into his cup, found it nearly empty, and stood to refill his drink as he contemplated the idea that Stacy had fucked a girl. Was that something he'd actually be mad about, or was it the hottest possible thing that could have happened that night?

The answer seemed to be a little bit of both as Ryan ultimately settled on the notion that he'd wished Stacy had extended him an invite to witness the sex she'd had with a woman, assuming it was her that had gone upstairs and assuming they'd fucked after going upstairs. After all, what man didn't want to watch two beautiful women have sex?

"Dude, somebody went up there and listened outside the door and apparently there was some serious moaning coming from in that room," someone said as they walked into the kitchen with a plastic cup in hand.

"I'd give anything to have watched that. The chick in the black catsuit looked hot as hell."

Ryan filled his cup with the Halloween punch and took a long sip. He was jealous. He was turned on. He wanted to watch. He wanted to leave. He wanted to find Stacy and fuck her. He wanted to dump her.

A sudden need for fresh air struck Ryan and he rushed out of the kitchen. He pushed his way through the crowded rooms, spilling some of his drink in the process. He spotted the front door and headed towards it. He was nearly there when someone grabbed him.

Ryan turned to see Stacy behind him. Somehow she looked even more beautiful than before.

"You're so hot," he said.

She smiled. The distance between them closed. Her lips found his. They kissed. She tasted different. Sweeter, somehow. He moaned and his cock got hard as a rock.

"I know you went upstairs," he said. "It seems like everyone at the party knows."

Her body remained pressed against his as she looked up and studied his face.

"Did you have sex with a woman?" he asked.

Stacy nodded and he detected no guilt on her face.

"Was it good?"

"It was great," she answered. "She made me squirt. I've never done that before. It felt so good. She taught me how to make her squirt, too. We kind of made a mess, but it was really hot."

Ryan swayed a little and wondered if it was the effects of the alcohol or the arousal that left him a little uncertain on his feet.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I would have enjoyed watching," he answered.

That seemed to catch her off guard. "Yeah?"

He nodded.

"But you're...you're not mad?"

Ryan shook his head. He felt no anger. Not even a little. He knew that was weird, but he wasn't going to lie about his feelings in hopes of inspiring some sort of guilt-driven response from his girlfriend.

Someone approached and Ryan saw Dave - or Zorro, as he'd labeled him in his mind - step out of the shadows and move towards them with purpose. Stacy looked over her shoulder and shifted her body to face the man in the mask and the cape.

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Stacy's pulse quickened as Dave approached. The world around her went soft and fuzzy as all of her energy focused on the man coming towards her.

A moment later she was in his arms. His lips found hers. His hands moved to her hips, to her lower back, to her ass. His tongue entered her mouth. Any resistance she might have felt washed away under a tidal wave of desire and her body sank into his.

"Wow," she said softly enough that only he could hear it.

"I want you. I know you have a boyfriend, but I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."

Stacy felt his cock pressing into her, confirming the intensity of his desire. They kissed again and she noted that Ryan hadn't uttered a single word of objection.

"You'd have to be willing to let him watch," she said.

Dave glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "I'd be okay with that."

Stacy stepped out of his arms and turned to face her boyfriend. She reached out and found Ryan's erection. Her lips neared his neck. She kissed him and sucked softly on his skin.

"He wants me and he's happy to let you watch," she whispered. "Would you like that?"

Stacy stroked her boyfriend's cock through his pants as she waited for his answer. She was surprised at just how badly she wanted Ryan's permission to have sex with the man standing behind her.

"Yes, I'd like that," Ryan said.

She released his cock, turned, and took Dave's hand. For the second time that night, she was going upstairs to have sex with someone other than her boyfriend.

---

Ryan followed wordlessly. He felt people staring. He knew that they'd talk about the fact that Stacy was going upstairs with someone else, that Ryan was walking behind them like a puppy. He didn't care. He was too turned on to give a shit about anything other than watching.

They made their way into a bedroom. Ryan locked the door behind them. He found a chair. He sat down. He watched as Stacy and Zorro kissed furiously. He watched his girlfriend remove another man's pants.

"Ryan," she said.

He watched Zorro kiss her neck.

"Ryan, baby."

He looked up. "What?"

"My catsuit. It unzips at the crotch. It's hard for me to do, though. Will you do it for me? Will you unzip me?"

Ryan stood. His boner seemingly led him across the room. Stacy and Zorro kissed as Ryan searched for a zipper. He found it at her lower back. He tugged and her catsuit opened. He had to get on his knees to fully unzip her, exposing her pussy and offering easy access, though he suspected it was made that way to allow for easy trips to the bathroom.

Once she was unzipped, Zorro spun Stacy around and kissed her neck as he played with her tits. Ryan stared at her pussy, which looked enflamed and utterly soaked.

"Eat her out," Zorro said. "Get her pussy nice and wet for me, man."

Ryan was going to object, but Stacy grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to her pussy. He offered no resistance. He did as his girlfriend desired. He tongue fucked her pussy, getting her even wetter than she already was. Without thinking about it, Ryan masturbated while doing so. He stroked himself through his pants while preparing his girlfriend's pussy for another man's cock. It was objectively insane, and yet his dick was as hard as it had ever been.

They stepped away and Stacy got in the bed. Zorro pulled a condom from a well-hidden, zippered pocket in his pants, stripped them off, and soon had his sizable dick wrapped in latex.

"I'm so fucking wet," Stacy said as she watched the cock approach the bed. "I'm so fucking wet for you."

Zorro smiled and kissed her. Ryan remained on his knees for reasons he didn't entirely understand. He stroked himself through his pants. He watched another man enter his girlfriend. He saw Stacy arch her back and moan as the cock filled her with one long, slow thrust.

"Oh my god," she said. "You're so fucking big."

Zorro looked towards Ryan and smiled. "It looks like she's getting what she really needs."

Stacy grabbed his head and pulled his attention to her, kissing him deeply as they began to fuck. She arched her back a little with every thrust, lifting her pussy to meet his cock. She moaned into his mouth and then the sounds of her pleasure filled the room as Zorro kissed her neck.

"Fuck me harder," she said. "Give me that big cock harder!"

Stacy came soon after and Ryan watched in utter fascination as his girlfriend seemed to have an orgasm unlike any he could remember giving her.

Zorro slowed his thrusts as she came on his cock. They kissed as her chest heaved from the exertion of climaxing so hard.

"I want you from behind," he said before pulling out. "Face him."

---

Stacy got on her hands and knees facing her boyfriend. She was a little nervous to meet Ryan's gaze, but when she looked at him there was only the purest form of arousal in his eyes.

Dave slid into her from behind. She moaned at his size - it actually hurt a little for that first thrust - and extended her hand towards her boyfriend. Ryan crawled closer and their fingers entwined as Dave began to fuck her hard.

"Does it feel good?" Ryan asked.

Stacy nodded. "It's so fucking good."

Dave fucked her differently than Ryan or any other man she'd been with. He fucked her harder. He fucked her with more authority. His cock was bigger, too, and it felt different than any man ever had. It was incredible, though. It was fucking incredible.

"Can I kiss you?" Ryan asked.

She nodded. He shifted his body so his lips could reach hers. Their tongues entwined. Dave fucked her harder. She moaned into her boyfriend's mouth as an orgasm began to build between her legs.

"Oh, fuck, it feels so good," she said with her lips achingly close to her boyfriend's. "He's fucking me so good, baby."

Her head snapped back as Dave grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Tell him I fuck you better," he demanded.

Stacy moaned as her pussy tingled. It shouldn't have turned her on to think of uttering those words to her boyfriend, but it did. It was terrible. It was also incredibly hot.

"He fucks me better than you do," she said.

Dave fucked her harder. Stacy's pussy lit up with pleasure.

"Ryan, baby, he fucks me so much better than you do!"

Dave came. Stacy came. He let go of her hair and she collapsed onto the bed. He lowered his body on top of hers and kept his fat cock inside her. She trembled form the pleasure and Ryan ran his hand over her upper back, caressing the soft material of her catsuit.

Dave pulled out and smacked her ass. "That was so fucking hot. I gotta give you my number so we can do this again."

Ryan had her phone and he pulled it from his pocket and handed it to Dave. Stacy remained face down in the bed and smiled at the idea of having sex with Dave again. It seemed like Ryan was on board and after the orgasms she'd just had, Stacy wasn't going to object.

Dave dressed and left the room. Ryan locked the door behind him.

"You can have me," Stacy said. "However you want me."

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Ryan took off his pants and approached with his stiff cock bouncing slightly with each step. He crawled between her legs but stopped to lower his head and gently kiss her pussy.

"Do I taste good?" she asked.

"Really fucking good."

He kissed and licked her a little and Stacy moaned.

"Would you sit on my face?" he asked. "And then on my cock?"

"I'd do anything for you, especially since I've had the best sex of my life tonight and all because you're the most incredible boyfriend in the world."

Ryan didn't seem bothered by the fact that he wasn't the one to have given her the best sex of her life. That honor went to Brittany and Dave, both of whom made her cum in equally thrilling but entirely different ways.

Stacy sat on her boyfriend's face. She came on his face, too, leaving him soaked in her juices. She rode his cock after that, taking her time and offering him an orgasm that she was certain surpassed all others.

Afterwards, they cuddled in silence until Stacy gathered the courage to ask a question.

"I'd like to fuck Dave again. Brittany, too. How would you feel about that?" she asked.

"You can fuck anyone you want, baby. I know it's probably pretty weird of me to be on board with that, but you can fuck anyone you want."

Stacy smiled and told herself that she needed to go shopping. It turned out that showing off her body had a great many benefits, which meant her entire wardrobe needed an update. Maybe it would be a fun couple's activity, just like her fucking another guy had been a fun couple's activity.