Couples Costume

The house was completely decked out for the party -- fog machine, black lights, even our wedding pictures were replaced with ghoulish looking decorations. Ella had really overcommitted by spontaneously suggesting we host a Halloween party for her coworkers. I could understand why she wanted to though, she had a leadership role at her company (a typical, shady biomedical-engineering conglomerate) and wanted to establish herself. Plus, it was a good opportunity for me to finally meet her coworkers.

Work kept me late that night, and I was forced to park halfway down the block from my own house. As I cut across our yard and looked through the front window, I caught a quick glimpse of Ella -- her big smile emphasizing the dimples on her cheeks. My wife was chatting with a group of costumed partygoers, but what struck me most was her outfit. She wore a Bride of Frankenstein getup which seemed like an oddly specific choice for her. It was a great costume, I appreciated how the tight-fitting, white dress hugged her curves, but I never knew her to have any affinity or interest in the character.

"Hi, thanks for coming." said Ella as I entered the house. Her tone was peculiar, carrying with it that specific warmth reserved for greeting guests. I turned to hang my jacket on a hook near the door. "Oh, we're asking people to put their coats on the couch in the office. It's that door right there." She looked at me with a little smirk, something was up but I still didn't know what.

The house was full of people I'd never met. There were a lot of costumes. Most were simple, not requiring much effort -- like a cowboy hat or a wolf mask. But unlike the guests, Ella went all-out with her costume. Her hair was streaked with two long, white lines which ran amongst her dark curls. She used makeup to lighten her skin to an unhealthy pallor and wore a dark gray shade of lipstick. In spite of the wan color she adopted, Ella still emanated sexiness. I watched her wide hips swaying in the thin, almost translucent dress as she led me to the living room.

"You should be able to find a seat in here. There's food and drinks in the kitchen, and the bathroom is down that hall." said my wife, explaining the layout of our house to me.

That's when I saw him, Frankenstein. He was an exceptionally tall and broad man, who wore an almost impossibly convincing Frankenstein costume. Ella walked over to him and casually put her around his lower back -- sidling up to him. She continued talking with her colleagues, in total comfort standing in intimate proximity to a man I'd never met. In spite of my presence, they made a perfect pair.

"You two are so sweet." said a woman wearing devil horns.

"Pff-wha?!" I said, in my miserable attempt to articulate the jumble of thoughts that passed through my mind.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we met." said the Devil Lady to me. I stood there dumbfounded by the situation.

"He lives in the neighborhood." said Ella who avoided giving me a proper introduction.

After awkwardly exchanging pleasantries with the Devil Lady, I slumped down into the nearest open chair, and intently watched my wife. My confusion had subsided, but it was quickly replaced by painful pangs of anxiety as the situation started to clarify.

Ever since Ella and I had started dating, she had teased me by being playful and flirtatious with other men. I was always more reserved in social situations, and her teasing began as an attempt to elicit reactions from me when I clammed up at parties. Further into our relationship, she correctly identified that I enjoyed watching her interactions with other men. After we got married, the two of us finally talked openly about my interests. The immediate effect of our openness was great, we would regularly role play, which typically involved her pretending to admit previously secret sexual encounters. But eventually, we got to the day when she asked me the real question.

"Alright, all kidding and games aside, 100% true, would you want to watch me have sex with another man." she asked, looking me right in the eyes as we laid naked in bed together.

"Like for real, for real?" I asked, finding it hard to believe we were actually having the conversation.

"I'm not saying I would. I just want to know. Would you really want to see me having sex with someone else?"

The question blew my mind, and it was hard to answer, because it was more complicated than a simple yes or no. The question forced me to talk over the specifics of my kink with her and explain why it wasn't really feasible. Part of what made it exciting for me was the idea that I didn't give her permission. The taboo of her going off with someone else and having sex with them, without worrying about my feelings really excited me for some disgusting reason.

"That's pretty much just an affair. How does that even benefit you, or how would you even know about it if you weren't part of it?" she asked.

"You see why it doesn't seem feasible."

Since that night, we moved on from the subject and she hadn't mentioned it again. That conversation took place around the time she started her current job.

Ella was now sitting on Frankenstein's lap. They were on the couch and when more people entered the room, Ella jumped at the opportunity to make more seating room by moving onto his lap. She seemed to be relishing her position, never quite keeping still -- giggling with her whole body to every joke or turning herself when someone new would talk. All the while her ass was definitely pressing into his crotch.

I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, badly needing to clear my head. It seemed impossible that this was really happening. I grabbed a drink from the fridge and noticed that the magnetic picture of Ella and me on the door was missing.

"I think he has a little crush on you." I heard the Devil lady say from the other room.

"Who?" asked Ella.

"The neighbor. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you."

"Oh, he's harmless. But yes, I've noticed his interest."

"Well too bad for him you already have a date. I just can't believe you had the guts to take the big guy off campus."

"It's just one night. Besides he promised he'd be good."

"You are nuts, but that's why I love you." said the Devil Lady.

Already having finished multiple drinks, I slinked to the office, not wanting to face those people anymore. A motion activated skeleton nearly scared me into dropping the bottle as I entered the room. I knew what I should do. I needed to walk out there and cause a scene and stop whatever was happening from happening. But I didn't do that. I sat in the swivel chair and considered if there was any chance this was something I wanted.

It was an idiotic mental exercise, letting this continue was a terrible idea for a million reasons. Even so, it kept creeping into my mind how sexy she looked in her costume. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra and carried herself with a natural allure. Whether Ella was teasing me or trying to hurt me, she was in her element and it had an effect on me.

I continued to sit and drink and mull over my options, but the longer I took the more my inaction made the choice for me. I distantly remember hearing my wife's laughter before I inevitably passed out.

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The house was quiet when I awoke. I heard a car door slam outside. It sounded like the last guests were leaving. When I got up and looked around the house, it seemed to be empty. I was standing in the kitchen when Ella walked in from the garage.

"Thank God, I'm glad if found you." I said.

"Shh! You need to leave." she replied, with whispered hostility.

"I --" she shot me a vicious look and I shut up.

Ella was carrying a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. At that moment I heard the creak of footsteps coming from our bedroom upstairs. She quickly walked past me, and I noticed how smudged her lipstick was. I followed her hesitantly as she raced down the hall and scampered upstairs. I waited at the bottom of the steps, trying to force myself to go up.

"Hello." I heard her say in a low voice. "I brought wine. I though m -- AH!" She let out a girlish scream followed by her playful laugh. I heard the bottle of wine hit the floor. The uncertainty was killing me, and I finally lurched, half-drunk up the stairs.

"Oh! Aren't you excited tonight." she spoke in an eager voice. "Alright, slow down. You know I always take care of you."

As I approached the room, I could see them embracing in the doorway. Frankenstein ran his hands feverishly over her body as the forgotten bottle of wine spilled onto the carpet. He kissed her with ardor while she massaged her hand over the bulging crotch of his pants. With one strong tug, he ripped open the front of her dress -- revealing her naked breasts which now swung freely. Ella's outfit barely stayed up, hanging low on her hips. She peeked down to check the state of her ruined dress and noticed me in the hall.

A look of fear washed over her face. Frankenstein noticed her expression and turned his gaze towards me. He didn't say a word, but immediately came at me -- pummeling me with his huge fists. I tried to block the oncoming onslaught, but he was much stronger than me. I could hear Ella's shouts as she pleaded for him to stop. He soon did, but I was already a heap on the floor -- bloodied and bruised. Through my pain and fear, I noticed something about Ella's pleadings. She seemed more concerned about Frankenstein's agitation than my wellbeing.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here." she cooed to him. He was just above me ready to strike again, but she calmed him, leaning down and holding him close to her -- pressing his face against her bare breasts. "I'm fine with him there. He won't bother us. You know you're the only one I want."

My beating had stopped, but my world was replaced with a foggy, confused iteration of reality. I likely had a concussion, and it was hard to see out of my left eye which was swelling shut. I labored my addled mind to comprehend what I was witnessing.

Ella kissed him with her gray lips and stood up and slowly walked to the bed. She looked over her shoulder at Frankenstein to see if he would follow and smiled at him when he met her eyes. Her dress was in shreds and, when she reached the foot of the bed, she turned and allowed it to slide off her completely.

"Come here." she coaxed. She held her legs close together, emphasizing the alluring curves of her body. The pale ivory of her skin was only interrupted by a dark bush of pubes. I was astonished by her beauty, even as I laid there in terrible pain. The monster rose to his feet and faced her. "Please, I need you." As she said that, she climbed onto the bed, propping herself on all-fours. She held her ass out with her legs spread wide apart, unambiguously offering him her blushing pink vagina and ass.

I couldn't move and couldn't look away as he inched towards her, he pulled down his pants, revealing a monstrous erection. I saw the edges of my wife's mouth curl up in a grin. She was happy, but more importantly, she wasn't surprised by his size. This wasn't the first time she'd been with him. He had no subtlety or gentleness, and I quickly understood that there was a practical reason why Ella presented herself so brazenly. There was no stopping the monster that approached her, not that she wanted to. It was best to submit fully to him. He grasped her hips with an unyielding strength and immediately penetrated his dick deep into her vagina.

"Ohhhh!" she bellowed in a pained hoarse voice. But even through her uncomfortable cries, Ella's pleasure was apparent. Her toes curled and her legs convulsed violently as he found his brutal rhythm within her. "Gah-Ahhh!" I watched his large hands gripping her hips while she came. Her tender flesh strained a painful-looking shade of crimson between his vise-like fingers.

I thought back to the many times over the past several months when I noticed bruises on her body. As the monster annihilated my wife with his inhuman dick, I thought of all the times Ella came home and collapsed onto the couch. She would claim she had a 'long day at work' and was too tired and too sore to do anything. Those might not have been lies, but the 'why' mattered.

He wrapped his long fingers around the base of her skull and drove her down onto the bed. Her arms buckled beneath her as she flattened against the mattress. Frankenstein was still standing and fucking her from the edge of the bed. He was between her legs which now dangled behind him. I became worried for Ella's safety. Her face was pinned firmly against the bed, and I could hear her muffled yells. He plowed her with a steely intensity and seemed unconcerned of any danger he was putting her in. I struggled to get up, feeling a sharp spike of pain in my side. It was likely that one or more of my ribs were broken. At the point which my fear reached its apex, the monster readjusted himself slightly which freed her mouth from the bed.

"You're gonna make me come again!" She screamed after gasping for air.

The enormous effort I expended to raise myself to my feet was wasted. My wife needed no saving. She was just where she wanted to be. I slid back down to the floor but continued to watch the lovers. It was the most arousing thing I'd ever witnessed, but it overwhelmed me with regret. My inability to hide my deepest desires had caused this. The ecstasy she felt was clearly worlds greater than she'd ever experienced with me, and I was the one who gave her the excuse she needed to find it.

Frankenstein extracted himself from my wife, revealing his penis to be drenched in her fluids. She still laid on her stomach and he bent down and hooked his arm beneath her abdomen. With a great pull he flipped Ella over. The force of his exertion was so much that she lifted multiple feet off the bed, causing her to flail helplessly in the air before landing on her back. Ella rapidly regained her composure though, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide. It seemed to be a practiced reaction by her, the pragmatic process of submitting completely and efficiently to her dangerous lover.

He hung over her and she smiled her gray smile at him as he looked over her body.

"Is this what you wanted?" she said, holding her breasts together. Her erect nipples pointed right at him. He reached down and squeezed her right breast, his large hand distorting her tit's shape in its iron grip. "God! We're lucky I like a              little pain with my pleasure." They both breathed heavily and stared in one another's eyes. He hovered over her with his hulking erection. "I want you to finish what you started." She coiled her hips invitingly as she said it.

He lowered himself and parted the warm lips of her vagina once more. She trembled beneath him but fought to keep from crying out while she continued to roll her hips for his pleasure. He started to grunt, pushing his dick into her faster and faster. Her breaths became sharp and erratic. She was trying to hold off, to wait for him, but he was pulverizing her, and she loved every moment of it.

"Come for me, my love." Her words confirmed what I had suspected most of the night. This monstrous man was who she truly cared for. She may have married me at some point in the distant past, but she was his bride.

He sped up his pace in consequence of her words, causing Ella to emit an involuntary moan. Her voice seemed to stir him, and he thundered deep into her.

"GRAHHH!" He roared as he burst inside of her.

"OH -- MY GOD AHHHH!" her scream was beyond loud. Ella's body spasmed savagely as she climaxed. She knitted her brow and clenched her teeth as vicious shivers ran up her body. The monster bucked his hips harder, pushing Ella across the bed like a toy. When he finally slowed, she was partway off the bed -- her head and shoulders hanging over the side. His bride was panting heavily, and she allowed her arms to fall back and rest on the floor below her head. She was a vision, her graceful body sprawled out below him. Briefly, she turned her head towards me, giving my battered face all the attention one would give a clock when they didn't care about the time. She turned back to her monster, and I passed out from the pain.