Lesya the Sex-Wife and the Halloween Bachelorette

"Remember, girls," Lesya adjusted the black lace on her hip and winked at her reflection in the elevator mirror. "Tonight we're not just witches. Tonight we're sin in the flesh."

Sveta snorted, adjusting her corset that barely contained her full tits. Anya, already two glasses of champagne in, rolled her eyes dreamily.

The elevator glided to a stop, the doors slid open, and the heavy bass of club music slammed into their chests. Halloween at "Atlantica"—the best club in town—promised to be insane. Neon pumpkins, artificial fog, waitresses in latex, and a crowd dressed to the nines.

"Okay," Lesya turned to her friends, her eyes burning with excitement. "Rule one: we don't know each other. You," she pointed at Sveta, "come up with an order for me. I do it immediately, no questions. Then Anya orders Sveta, I order Anya."

"And if the order's too... much?" Anya licked her bright red lips.

"More fun that way," Lesya was already gliding into the crowd, swaying her hips in a tight evening dress that emphasized rather than hid her figure.

She knew Zhenya was already there. Sitting somewhere in a corner, sipping whiskey and watching. Her husband, her cuckold, her most devoted audience. Her heart clenched sweetly with anticipation. He would see her triumph.

The bar counter greeted them with a sea of alcohol. Tequila, rum, some toxic-green cocktails decorated with plastic spiders.

"To the sabbath!" Sveta raised a shot.

They drank. And another. And another. Loud music, the heat of bodies, strangers' hands brushing shoulders and waists. A tall man in a Venom mask approached Lesya.

"Haven't seen a beauty like you," he rumbled, blatantly checking out her dress's neckline.

"You haven't seen a lot of things," Lesya smiled her most wicked smile and, grabbing his belt, pulled him onto the dance floor.

She danced, pressing her back against him, feeling his hands slide over her hips, creeping toward the edge of her dress. In the crowd, she caught a glimpse of Sveta—already making out with some blonde in a nurse costume. Anya was laughing with a group of guys, one of them holding a tequila bottle and already salting her belly button.

"Venom" was persistent. Pressing Lesya against the wall, he whispered dirty promises in her ear, his palm sliding under her dress, crushing the edge of her stocking.

"Quick, aren't you," Lesya breathed out, feeling the heat spread through her body from his fingers rubbing against the lace of her panties.

"Not much time," he bit her neck. "And I want all of you."

She let him lead her to a far corner, darker, where the music seemed muffled. He was greedy and impatient, but skilled. His fingers found her clit through the damp fabric, and Lesya arched, biting her lip.

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, pulling the strap of her dress off her shoulder.

She obeyed, biting her lip in anticipation. He pulled her panties down over her hips, and she felt a trickle of wetness slide down her leg.

"You're so wet," he chuckled, running a finger along her slick slit.

"Stop talking," Lesya gasped, grabbing his cock. "Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. He ripped open his jeans' zipper, and a moment later his cock was inside her in one thrust. Lesya cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. It was tight, almost painful, and unbearably sweet because of it.

"Yes," she moaned, moving against him. "Harder."

He pounded her, pinned against the wall, and she felt someone in the crowd watching them. She knew exactly who. Zhenya. Seeing his wife come on another man's cock. The thought pushed her over the edge instantly.

"Harder..." she breathed. "Come inside me."

He gave one last thrust and froze, squeezing her ass. Lesya came with him, shuddering in his arms.

Back at the bar, she caught Sveta's eye. Sveta gave her a meaningful smile, pointing at her phone. Lesya nodded—she knew the order was already written.

"Well?" she asked, approaching her friend. "What's the order?"

Sveta leaned into her ear, whispering so that goosebumps ran down Lesya's skin. "Your next partner is a woman. And you have to eat her out until she can't see straight, until I say 'enough'."

Lesya grinned. This was going to be interesting.

She found her among the dancers—a slender brunette in a cat costume, with long claws and an incredibly daring look. She walked up, without a word, took her hand, and led her toward the bathrooms.

"What's your name?" Lesya asked, pushing her into a stall.

"Kitty," the girl smirked. "And you—are you a naughty girl tonight?"

"Tonight, I'm your fantasy," Lesya dropped to her knees in front of her, hiking up her short skirt.

The "cat" wasn't wearing panties. Lesya ran her tongue along her smooth-shaven pussy, tasting her arousal. "Kitty" moaned, grabbing Lesya's hair.

"Yeah... just like that..." she whispered, spreading her legs wider.

Lesya licked her greedily, deeply, sucking her clit and feeling the girl tremble. The stall was cramped and hot, the mix of perfume and sweat making her dizzy.

"Oh... fuck..." "Kitty" gasped, coming in Lesya's mouth.

Lesya stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Did Sveta say 'enough'?" she asked, stepping out of the stall.

"Not yet," came her friend's voice, who had just walked into the bathroom area. "But it's okay now."

They laughed. Lesya went to the sink, fixed her makeup, and caught Zhenya's reflection in the mirror. He was standing at the far end of the bar, gripping his whiskey glass so hard his knuckles were white. His gaze was locked on her. Lesya winked at him and, turning, walked over to Anya, who was beckoning her.

"Your order," Anya whispered, pressing her whole body against Lesya. "You have to give a blowjob to one of those guys playing spin the bottle over by the lounge. And you have to swallow every last drop."

Lesya looked over. Three guys were sitting there, one of them—a big blond with muscular arms—looked fun.

"Easy," Lesya smirked.

She walked over to their table, leaned down, resting her hands on the tabletop, and ran her tongue over her lip.

"Want to get out of here?" she asked, looking straight at the blond.

He didn't need to be asked twice. A couple of minutes later they were in a private booth, and Lesya, on her knees, was unbuttoning his jeans. His cock was impressive, and she felt herself tighten inside in anticipation.

She took him in her mouth slowly, teasing the head with her tongue, and the guy groaned, throwing his head back.

"More... deeper..." he breathed.

Lesya obediently increased the pace, taking him almost all the way down. She felt him tense, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"I'm... gonna come..." he warned.

But Lesya didn't stop. She took one last deep swallow, feeling the warm stream of cum burn her throat. She swallowed without flinching, and, standing up, smiled.

"Delicious," she said, licking her lips.

The night continued. She danced with women, kissed men, took part in a dirty strip contest and won, tearing off her dress to thunderous applause. She felt Zhenya's gaze on her—hungry, almost painful. And it fueled her even more.

By four in the morning, she was on the edge. Seven partners. Four men, three women. Her personal record broken. She was sitting on a couch in the lounge area, half-naked, with a glass of champagne, laughing at one of Sveta's jokes, when one of the club's security guards approached them.

"Ladies," he said politely. "Our manager asked me to tell you that a private room has been reserved for you on the second floor."

Lesya exchanged a glance with her friends. This wasn't over yet.

They went upstairs. The room was dark, lit only by candles. Champagne and fruit were on the table. And on the leather couch sat Zhenya.

Lesya froze in the doorway, feeling her heart start to pound faster.

"Zhenya?" she whispered.

"I watched you all night," he said, standing up. "And I'm so fucking turned on I'm about to explode."

"But... we're not supposed to..."

"Tonight, we are," he walked up to her, ran his hand along her cheek. "I want every detail. I want to know what that brunette smelled like. I want to know what that blond tasted like. And I want you to tell me everything. Right now. Before my wife becomes mine again."

Lesya smiled. The morning promised to be a long one.