TITLE    : A Vampire's Cold Heart
STORYID  : a-vampires-cold-heart_2009
SUMMARY  : A vampire experience reveals husband's wolfish side.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2009-10-15
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |vampire|werewolf|party|dance|


I had never been to a Halloween Party with my husband. We'd been married 15 years and although we'd been to a few parties together, none of them had ever been at Halloween. Looking back, I couldn't figure out why we hadn't... the opportunity had just never presented itself I guess. So, when a friend of his invited us to a BIG Halloween party being put on by a movie studio I was kind of nervous. First off, I had to wear a costume -- and I hadn't had young girlish physique since before getting pregnant with my second child. Second, I wouldn't know many of the people attending, if any at all beyond my husband. Third, I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to control my laughter at some of the other people and costumes there.



But, setting all that aside, I prepared for the party as I would have any other. I showered, shaved my legs, brushed my teeth, did my hair... and then met my husband in the bedroom to find out what costume my husband had picked out for me. Inside I was cringing. He'd been on me for years to show off my body more. Truth be told, he'd confessed in the bedroom that the idea of watching me have sex with another man turned him on. Not so much the having sex part I think... more the letting-go-to-the-total-pleasure-of-no-strings-sex part. At any rate, I figured my husband had picked out some costume that would be skimpy or super tight... or both.



I wasn't surprised to find that he had picked out a school girl's uniform for me -- but it was far from skimpy or tight. The plaid skirt came down almost all the way to my knees. The white blouse wasn't sheer. He had set out a bra for me -- my favorite thin silky one -- but no panties. There was a pair of thigh-high stockings and some black low-heeled shoes. No panties? I felt a rush go through me; a wave of heat that seemed to start at my neck and flow down my body, hammering into my sex and spreading down my thighs. No panties? How could I go out with no panties? The skirt was long enough that nothing would show -- even if I bent over. But really? No panties?



I thought about it for a few minutes and realized what he was thinking. We'd be dancing tonight. There'd be times I'd be sitting down, standing up, moving around. I knew my husband pretty well. He'd be playing with my ass as we danced. He was HOPING someone would get a flash of my butt or my pussy -- or at least high enough on my thighs to see the creamy skin above the stockings. I shook my head at the thought and wondered if he really expected me to go out like that. Then I realized that I could feel the heat and moisture building between the swelling lips of my pussy. The idea of not having on panties, as unnerving as it seemed, was turning me on a great deal. So... okay. No panties.



I finished dressing and met my husband down in the family room. He was dressed as a construction worker: jeans, sweat shirt, tool belt, boots, hard hat. We were both in our mid-forties and I often thought about the differences between us. Here I was: mother of two, "curvaceous" was being kind. True, my 42DD tits did catch a few eyes, but my mommy tummy and the curves of my butt... well, I didn't think many men would find my body attractive. My husband, on the other hand, five years older than me, and aside from losing some of his hair and what remained starting to turn gray, he was in pretty good shape. He was no muscle magazine model, but he was far from flabby. His shoulders, arms and chest were muscular and his abs -- although not a six pack -- were pretty solid and flat. He was hairy... probably hairy than some women would like, but I didn't mind it. I didn't view it as "hairy" so much as softly furry. He was just a few inches taller than my own five foot seven inches and we fit together well when dancing -- among other things. He had always kept me quite happy in our marriage -- in every way. Sure, there were women who would probably jump at the chance he offered to have another man -- but his 7" kept me happy and, truth be told -- he could go longer than I needed to be satisfied.



We rode to the party in a comfortable silence. Neither of us felt the need to fill the quiet void with unnecessary words. Along the ride he did put his hand over on my thigh, slowly sliding it up over the stocking, caressing the soft creamy skin on the inside of my leg... and then farther up til the side of his hand rubbed against the tender swollen lips of my still wet sex. The first tender touch caused an even warmer tingly feeling to coarse through me... and then a gasp escaped my lips as the side of his hand rubbed solidly into me. My lips spread... the side of his hand rubbed in... grinding against my suddenly erect clit. My thighs spread involuntarily as I unexpectedly craved more contact; more stimulation; something... anything... just more.



And then his touch was gone, the blinker turned on and he turned us up the drive of a gorgeous old mansion. It was owned by the park service in our area and was often rented out for big parties. I had no idea this was where we were going until we arrived. I wondered if my husband was aware of my excitement as I was. There was no way I could escape it. My pussy was throbbing with a need for attention and I had to wonder what he had planned for later to take care of that.



A valet took our car. A butler answered the door and took our coats. The two-story foyer was as big as our family room at home. Noise came from off to our right and I felt my husband slip his hand around my waist guiding me toward it. Through a large archway I saw a ballroom - at least as big as the footprint of our house -- and then I registered the maybe 100 people moving around in it.



Wow... I was overwhelmed. The last few parties we'd been to there were maybe forty or fifty people max. We had arrived fairly early and there were already THIS many people here?



"Wolf!" a voice called from over toward a fireplace big enough we could have walked in without bending over. My husband looked over and saw his friend Allen.



"Al!" he called back with a wave, his other arm still around me, guiding me that way. Al was a friend of my husbands. They had served together in the Army nearly two decades ago. When I asked how their friendship remained strong after so long, they'd exchange a knowing look, shrug in unison and pass it off as "just old buddies." I always knew there was something more, but neither would ever clue me in.



And then Al was there, all six foot four inches of him hugging my husband and then turning to hug me as well. I always tried to hug him without really pushing my body against his, but he always hugged me in such a way as to insure my boobs rubbed against his belly... He was just so tall. The hug lasted only a brief moment and then he held me back at arm's length, his eyes traveling my body head to toe and back. A nod of his head and then he extended a fist toward Wolf, which he bumped with his own fist. The message was clear. Al obviously felt I looked pretty good.



"Thanks for the invite, bro," Wolf said. "This place is huge... and gorgeous."



"No worries, Wolfie," Al replied with a smile. "I've been doing some security work for this movie production company and thought you might be able to get in on the gig too." Wolf nodded. Al continued. "So get something to eat or drink and then I'll introduce you around to some of the big wigs," and then a big smile crossed his face before he continued, "and a few of the celebrities who are here as well."



Wolfie? I'd never heard anyone but Al call my husband "wolfie" and for some reason, if anyone else ever did, I had a feeling Wolf would near rip their head off. But for some reason, coming from Al, Wolf never minded.



We found our way over to the bar to get our drinks. I hadn't had a toasted almond in a long time and the first few sips were SO good going down. From there we headed over to the buffet to fill our plates. The choices were quite extensive and as I was putting some seared teriyaki beef the house's furnace must have kicked on. A warm breeze blew out from under the table and I felt its soft caress up my skirt and across my naked sex. All of a sudden I was VERY aware of my near-nudity; how easy it would be for anyone and everyone at the party to see my naked ass... my exposed pussy... the light shine on the insides of my thighs from the juices I realized were leaking from between my puffy lips.



It was difficult to concentrate on the food I was selecting to put on my plate. Wolf knew something was going on with me... I was too distracted. And then there was another breeze... another pump of air from the heating system. I felt it blow up my skirt again and could feel the breeze blowing across my thighs. A sharp inhale caused me to be aware of my own scent and I wondered if anyone else could smell how excited I was. A brief glance at Wolf showed that he certainly could. The hunger in his eyes was obvious.



Then I saw the person standing behind him. Robert had played the part of Edward Cullen in the movie "Twilight", and standing just behind him, looking at me over his shoulder, was Ashley, who had played Alice in the same movie. Was it just my imagination or were they both sniffing the air? With a twinge of nervousness I wondered if they could smell my excitement as well. Then another surge of something different ran though me: a surge of excitement at the raw sensuality of it. Suddenly I hoped they COULD smell my sex; I hoped they COULD smell how excited I was; I hoped they WERE aware that I was hungry for sexual pleasure.



Goodness knew... I wouldn't mind if Robert gave it to me. He had come in his make-up. He looked just as he had in the movie and it was so incredibly sexy. He was young -- but not overly so. He was in good shape; overwhelmingly handsome and standing there looking at me with his... golden eyes? I was impressed. He had even put in his contacts to complete the costume. Instead of seeing Robert before me, I was seeing Edward. Where the light hit his skin just right I could even see the sparkle that I'd always thought was a computer graphic added for the sake of the movie.



A look at "Alice" revealed all the same things. She was in complete costume -- and unless I was wrong, she was just as aware of my excitement and need as Edward was.



Al's presence broke the spell and I realized I had been staring at them. "Wolf... Kristy... This is Robert and Ashley, although you probably know them better as Edward and Alice." Turning to Robert and Ashley, Al continued, "Guys, allow me to introduce Wolf and Kristy."



Extending his hand to my husband, Robert / Edward said, "Wolf, eh? Interesting name." The tone of his voice sounded like there was some hidden meaning. I watched as Wolf reached out and shook Edward's hand.



"I've heard that before," Wolf said in reply, looking down at Edward's hand as they shook. I saw a look of curiosity cross Wolf's face but couldn't read what it was about in his eyes.



Turning to me Edward extended his hand and said, "Kristy. It's a pleasure to meet you too." Once again I was sure I could hear a hidden meaning, but for some reason I was missing what it was. Then our hands touched as we shook and I knew what Wolf's curious look had been about. Edward's hand was near-ice-cold. It was perfectly dry; not clammy or wet in any way, but nearly as cold as a block of ice.



As I shook his hand I met his eyes -- wondering again at the golden color and looking for the edges of the contacts I knew were there -- and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Edward..., er, I mean, Robert."



He smiled at my mistake and chuckled softly. "Call me either one. Edward is, after all, who I am in costume as tonight." A softly cleared throat behind him reminded us all that Ashley / Alice was still standing there waiting to complete the introductions as well.



Wolf and I shook her hand as well and I found it to be equally as cold as Edward's was. With a devilish smile on her face she said, "Nice costume, Kristy. I've worn a school girl's outfit many a time myself."



"Thank you," I said with a smile. I noted that Wolf's eyes seemed locked onto her face... more specifically her lips. What did he see there? Or was he just enraptured by this sexy young thing? Hoping to catch his attention I continued on about my costume. "Isn't it amazing how something as simple as clothing can catch and hold a man's attention so thoroughly?"



Alice's laugh sounded like a tinkling Christmas tree ornament before she said, "Clothing is never simple and sometimes what you don't wear is as important as what you do." The look on her face and the inflection in her voice left me with no doubt that she knew. She knew I had no panties on and she also obviously knew that my pussy was hungry; hungry beyond expression at that particular moment.



At that moment I experienced something I never had before. It took me totally by surprise when visions of Alice with her face buried between my thighs swept through my mind. Quick on the heels of that vision were more... her straddling my face... my fingers stirring in her pussy... and then... me on my hands and knees, face buried in HER pussy as Edward was behind me sliding his cock into my hungry sex. I literally had to shake my head to clear the visions away, but my pussy had just gushed again as my clit erected further and I knew... deep within my guy... I knew that Wolf, Edward and Alice had all just seen my reaction; I knew they could all smell the fresh rush of my honey-musk aroma.



Edward came to my rescue by saying, "Perhaps you should go eat and relax. We can chat more later."



"Thank you," I said nervously. "That'd be nice." Alice's eyes stayed on mine as she turned to follow Edward away, that devilish grin never leaving her face.



When I turned back to Wolf his eyes were on mine and the questions were obvious in his face. As he opened his mouth and took a breath I spoke before he had a chance. "Not a word," I said to him firmly. "It's all your fault I'm dressed like this... and NOT wearing certain things." I tried to sound angry but we both knew that I was so turned on I would express my appreciation to him later. He was SO going to get a thorough fucking out of me. It was practically all I could think about.



A half hour later I had calmed down a bit. Another toasted almost drink had helped and the plate full of food had settled the jitters in my belly. I was still very aware of my nakedness under the skirt, but at least I couldn't feel my heartbeat in my clit anymore... and then Edward walked over. "Was it good?" he asked.



"For buffet party food it was," answered Wolf. I nodded my agreement. Edward's mere presence had caused another rush between my legs and I recognized it for what it was. Something about him... something I couldn't readily identify... was sexually electrifying for me. I had always found this man attractive but had never imagined I'd get to meet him. Now here I was talking to him again by HIS choice. HE had decided to come back to us and strike up conversation again. "You're not eating?" I heard Wolf ask. 



"I ate earlier," Edward answered with a grin. Once again I knew there was some hidden meaning there, but I couldn't tell what it was. He continued before I could try to figure it out. "They're getting ready to start music for dancing," he said to Wolf, and then he turned his gaze to me. "I was wondering if you might favor me with a dance or two?"



In a fraction of a second I was nervous, excited, worried and scared all at the same time. What did he think he was doing asking me to dance right in front of my husband? Edward KNEW I'd say yes -- just as sure as I knew there was no way I could say no. Why did he put me in this position? How upset would Wolf be when I said yes? What would happen if Edward tried to take advantage of my lack of undergarments? Would the dancing be such that anyone else might notice?



So many questions flashed through my mind but the one over-riding thought I had was that there was no way I could say no. I very much wanted to dance with Edward but I also didn't want to hurt or upset my husband. I looked over at him, doing my best to keep the hopefulness and reality out of my face. I was surprised to see him looking totally at ease. "Sure," he said to my unspoken question. "You know I'm not much on dancing anyway." Turning to Edward he continued, "Have a good time. She enjoys dancing and I'm kind of a schmuck for not taking her out more often."



With no more response than an arched eyebrow Edward put his hand out toward me. I started to say, "But the music hasn't started yet," but I only got as far as, "But the music hasn't..." and then the music started. It was almost as if he knew. The timing was... interesting. I took his still-cold hand and allowed him to help me up. I wondered if there was a wet spot in the back of the skirt where I'd been sitting on it but resigned myself to the reality that there was nothing I could do about it if there was.



I felt Wolf's eyes on us as we walked out to the dance floor. Edward never released my hand and as we got near the center of the dance floor he turned, and turned me, so that we moved together and our bodies met as his other arm went around me. We were in a classic dance position and I could feel his muscular body against mine from chest to hips. His musculature was much firmer than I expected. I half thought that his physique was for show -- not go. I figured he looked good but would be kind of soft. I was VERY wrong. He was SO hard... his muscles had a firmness to them that I'd never experienced before with any man.



Edward was an excellent dancer as he led me in a small area around the dance floor, his eyes never leaving mine but not saying a word. The longer that went on the more I wondered if I was going to get myself in trouble. I felt energized in a way I hadn't experienced since high school. He had my entire body buzzing with sexual energy and my mind wandering to imaginations of him over me... under me... behind me... ANY way related to me as long as it involved our bodies joined.



As my own excitement grew I gave release to a minimal level of my curiosity and desires and put my arm tighter around him, pulling his body even closer to mine. I wanted to feel him more firmly against me. I wanted to find out if my body was exciting him as much as his was exciting me. I wanted to see if I could feel his cock bulging or pressing out and against my body.



I was rewarded for my attempts. He was definitely as excited as I was and his cock felt significant against my lower belly. He was a few inches taller than me, but not so much that his bulge was above my waist. He seemed aware of what I was doing and ran his hand down over my ass, cupping one cheek and pulling my crotch forward against his own. A small voice in the back of my mind told me that I should worry about what Wolf saw... but my entire being was concentrated on my need to feel his cock pressing against and into me.



"How do you do that?" I asked him in a whisper. "And why me?" I continued.



"Do what?" he asked, equally soft but with a big grin. "And why not you?"



"Make me want you so completely," I answered, feeling the blush rush through my face and neck. I heard him gasp suddenly in a rushed inhalation when that happened. "And me... a middle-aged mom of two. There are so many other more attractive women here tonight who would dearly love to be dancing with you. Surely you know that?"



His hand hadn't left my ass but was instead grasping... caressing... squeezing... pulling my cheeks apart and making me all the more aware of how wet my pussy was and how badly I was craving a nice hard thick cock pushing into me... stretching me open... filling me deep... Through those distracting thoughts I vaguely heard him say something about how I smelled the nicest... and then I half registered another comment about something having to do with so many pints of blood per every so many pounds of body weight.

<hr pg="2" />Somewhere deep inside me a scared feral voice screamed for me to get away; to escape before it was too late. Closer to the surface, burning through every inch of my skin and seemingly centered in the core of my being, a stronger voice cried out to surrender myself to Edward and to give him everything and anything he could want -- including me in any physical way he could ask.



I looked around then to see what Wolf might be thinking -- knowing I'd be able to read the look on his face if he was concerned or displeased. What I saw was my husband sitting next to Alice, chatting with a big smile on both their faces. Every time he started to look my way Alice would say something else to capture his attention and several minutes passed before he caught my eye. He saw me dancing with Edward; close and almost grinding; he saw Edward's hand on my ass and I was surprised to see a smile flicker across Wolf's face. He was smiling?



Didn't he know how close I was to losing all control and giving myself to this handsome young man? Did he REALLY not care if I let this man take me? Was he so lost in his fantasy of seeing me taken by another man that he'd settle for letting me do that even if he couldn't watch?



All of that flashed through my mind in just fractions of a second, and then Wolf looked away, back at Alice, continuing to chat and laugh. I turned my face back to Edward, the last vestiges of control barely still with me. In response Edward pulled me even harder against his body, squeezed my ass firmly in his hand, pulling my cheek out farther than he had previously and opening my pussy to the warm air blowing around the room.



We moaned at the same moment. My moan caused by the rush of warmth across and open feeling of my swollen wet lips. Him? I didn't know why he had moaned, only that he did so after taking a deep breath -- almost seeming to taste the air around us.



And then we both seemed to lose some semblance of our control. I grabbed a handful of his rock hard ass too just as he lowered his face to my neck, cradled my head in one of his strong hands, tilted it over and ever so gently kissed my flesh. It was so soft and tender... but chilly at the same time. I started to wonder why and then I felt his lips open... and his tongue slip out... tasting my skin; kissing it and sucking ever so softly. Another moan escaped me... from somewhere down deep... and I realized that as he continued to lick and suck the flesh of my neck -- directly over my jugular vein where he could no doubt feel my heartbeat -- he was also dancing off to one side of the room. When I paid attention I realized that his goal was a doorway and I found myself hoping that it led to a room where we might have some privacy.



Privacy? What was I thinking? A startled voice screamed out in my head. No! You can't be alone with him! You'll do anything he wants! You want him to do everything to you! Another voice responded, This is what Wolf wants. He wants me to let go to my sexual being. He wants me to enjoy sex for the recreation of it. He has offered me multiple opportunities to have another lover. Now he can have what he wants! No! Yes! No!!... Ah... fuck... yessssssssss.



And then we were through the doorway, Edward's lips never having left my neck. The door closed behind us and the noise of the party seemed much farther away. The room was dimly lit although I couldn't see a light source. It was dark enough that nearly everything I did would be by touch. Suddenly I registered the fact that no one could see us. We were alone. Sure, there might be a small chance of us getting caught, but was it enough to slow me down?



No. I had committed myself to this. Wolf had offered. My body needed it. Edward obviously wanted me. My body obviously craved and needed him.



Putting my face up to his I opened my mouth to kiss him and found his lips waiting. His lips, like every other part of him I'd touched, was cold. Soft... pliant... but cold. His tongue stretched out to taste mine and then our passion exploded. Suddenly Edward seemed incapable of controlling himself and his hands were all over me, moving fast... almost faster than I could keep track of.



I felt him release my ass but my skirt was unzipped and at my feet a moment later. I barely registered the fact that I was now naked from the waist down. And what part of me did register it was happy that I could open myself to him; his need.



I felt a hand on one breast as another held the back of my neck, crushing my mouth into his; into our kiss. I kissed him back as hard as I could but it still didn't feel like it was as hard as he was kissing me. I felt his domination. I felt his control.



My hands were suddenly working feverishly at his belt buckle; unhooking it... threading out the leather... unbuttoning his pants... pulling down his zipper. A NEED flowed through me requiring that he equal my nakedness -- at least below the waist. I had lost all control and surrendered myself to a realization: I was GOING to feel him inside me. He wanted me. My pussy NEEDED him. Nothing would stop this -- not even if Wolf walked in right that second. He'd have to settle for watching if he did. In that moment I belonged to Edward...



What was I doing? What was I thinking? What had overwhelmed me this way? I didn't know and I didn't care. All I could think about was how hard his glorious cock was under my fingers and how good it was going to feel buried into me. As my fingers explored the contours of his length I felt his lips leave mine and travel across my cheek, down below my ear, licking and sucking across my neck again. I felt his teeth gently nibbling me...



The hand that had been caressing my breast was suddenly gone... and there again below my waist. I trembled as his fingers tickled across my tummy, tickling there way lower... across my carefully trimmed pubic hair and into the sweet slick folds of my hungry pussy. As I felt his cool finger slide between my lips and into the hot wetness of my sex I also felt a gentle prick under his lips as they explored my neck. The pain was sharp and hot, but there for only the smallest fraction of a moment. Had he actually bitten me? Surely not... that would hurt deeper and longer. It must have been a scratch from one of his teeth or a whisker or something. I was lost in the pleasure his strong single finger was providing me; his palm rubbing back and forth across my engorged clit as that finger stroked in and out of me.



His cock throbbed in my hands as I stroked and caressed it; milking it as if I couldn't live without the hot cum I knew it would give me. I couldn't stop the moans that seemed to flow out of me, matching the juices that I could now feel running down my spread thighs. The warm sensation in my neck grew as Edward continued to finger me and suck me and I remember a vague thought about having to explain the hickey to Wolf. What did I care about a hickey? The next time Wolf saw me I'd probably have Edward's cum running down the insides of my thighs.



That thought forced a hot flash through my entire being and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. "Please..." I mumbled through the moans. "Please..."



His lips left my neck only long enough for him to whisper, "Please what?" and then his cool lips were back causing that intense warmth on my neck.



"Please..." I managed again.



"Please what?!" he insisted. His voice had a growling tinge to it and I knew that I'd better not say just 'please' again without adding something more to it.



Now, I've never been one for dirty talk. I have a hard time with it even with Wolf. What did he want me to say? I didn't know... but I suspected... and I also suspected that I'd better not even consider being polite about it.



"Fuck me," I said in a moan. Then I took a breath and continued with all my courage. "Fuck me, Edward. Take me. Pound me. Give me that cock. FUCK ME NOW!"



A happy growl escaped him as his lips left my neck and he pushed me back onto a sofa I didn't even realize was there. I landed on my back and pulled my legs up... and apart... instinctively. I opened myself to him. I invited him to take me. My pussy was so wet, swollen and open and ready. His finger had felt glorious but I needed that cock that was standing out from him body so beautifully. It looked like it was the perfect size. It was long -- maybe eight inches -- but not TOO long. It was thick -- maybe a handful around, about five inches or a tad more -- but not TOO thick. It was going to stretch and fill me just right and I knew it. I couldn't wait for it. My body was screaming for it.



And then he was kneeling on the floor, next to the sofa, his fantastic cock standing out in front of his beautiful body. He had taken off his shirt and stepped out of his pants, seemingly like magic and he had knelt down. I looked down between my thighs -- his hands now holding me wide open by supporting the backs of my knees, pushing me farther apart than I thought I could go -- and saw his cock lining up at the gushing entrance of my sex.



I was surprised to see that his cock looked the same marble white color as the rest of him. I thought it was the makeup but obviously there was no makeup on his shaft or that swollen seemingly rock hard cockhead. But before I could consider what that might mean he was pushing it into me. I could feel that knob splitting my lips open... stretching me just so wonderfully... right to the point that divided pleasure from pain and no farther.



It was near heaven as the first few inches of that glorious cock spread me open and stretched my love canal as he pushed it into me. It was so radically different than anything I had ever experienced before. It wasn't hot like every other cock I'd had, but it was throbbing and so vibrant.



As he started to pull it out I felt a moment of panic. Surely he wasn't going to deprive me of this pleasure? And then he was pushing that magnificent tool into my body again. I felt myself being spread deeper than before and realized that more of his length was disappearing into my hungry sex. I could barely breath with the pleasure of it. A vision of Wolf flashed through my mind but it disappeared as Edward started to withdraw his hardness again. NO! my mind screamed. My pussy felt so empty... so abandoned... and then he was sliding into me again; stretching me; opening me; filling me deeper than I'd ever been.



My first, totally surprising orgasm washed through me just as I felt Edward's cold balls hit my ass. His pubis felt as hard as his cock as our bodies met and he ground his length into me, stirring that solid cockhead around into my depths, making me feel things I'd never felt before.



And then he was thrusting back and forth. I could feel both his cold hands leave my legs and move to my chest, caressing, cupping, squeezing... his fingers finding the hard points of my nipples, pinching, pulling, twisting...



I kept my legs spread wide and welcoming for him; my pussy spread, open and so full. My thighs burned with the effort of holding my legs open like he had held them, but I didn't let them relax. I reached down and around my body to grasp his cool rock hard hips and ass, pulling him as hard into me as I could. He felt my pulling and ground his cock into me again before thrusting some more.



As his length alternately filled and left my body one of his hands left my chest and traveled down my body to my groin where his thumb began rubbing circles around and across my electrified clit. I was at a loss to explain how his thumb seemed to be moving so fast that it felt like a strong vibrator but I wasn't about to complain. Another orgasm washed through me as he buried his cock to full extension and stirred again. I could feel my pussy spasming around his length; grasping his cock; milking it. It was almost as if my pussy had a mind of its own and was determined to get Edward to unload his cum into it.



Time lost all meaning as I laid and enjoyed his onslaught. His thumb added greater pleasure every now and then and I lost track of the orgasms I had -- a truly unique experience for me.



When Edward finally came it felt like nothing I'd ever enjoyed before. Normally I could feel Wolf's cock spasm in me when he came, but Edward's cock swelled and jumped and spat so hard I could feel my pussy expand further, stretched to its pleasure limits. I could feel his cum -- even that feeling cold inside me -- splattering as if shot from a jet hose -- pressuring into and against my vaginal canal. The spurts seemed to last a long time as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure seemed to flow from Edward's length, filling my pussy to over-flowing as it began to run out of me and I could hear it splattering on the floor next to the sofa.



It seemed like minutes passed before Edward stopped growling in pleasure. I had never felt a man cum so long or so much and my pussy certainly had never been so thoroughly well fucked. As I came down from the passion high I became aware of the feelings all over my body. Edward's cold hand still caressing my breast, casually tweaking and pulling that nipple. Edward's cold cock just starting to soften in my seemingly hot and throbbing-from-use pussy. Edward's other hand cold against my belly as he let it sit there. The burning in my thighs from holding them up and open for an indeterminate period of time. The warm sensation that seemed to be growing down my left shoulder, across my chest and back, originating from where Edward had been giving me that hickey on my neck.



When Edward's cock fell from my body I heard the splatter of what sounded like a LOT of cum falling out of my pussy. Having gotten accustomed to Wolf's maybe teaspoon-worth of cum, it sounded to me like Edward must have cum a quarter cup or more. It certainly had felt like it. Not that I was complaining. I had just enjoyed more orgasms in a single fuck than I ever had in my life. My pussy was more thoroughly pleased and used than it ever had been before.



Then reality set in: I had just fucked the first man other than my husband since I'd gotten married. Fear flew through me. What would Wolf say or think when he found out? My heart raced and this time it wasn't with sexual excitement.



"It's okay," Edward's voice whispered. "He wanted this."



"Huh?" I asked, startled. What was he talking about?



"It's okay," he repeated softly. "Wolf is excited at the thought of you being such a sexual person."



How could he know that? I let my legs down quickly and sat up, more of his cum running out of my body. How much could he have cum and what kind of diet was this young man on to generate so much? I got up, feeling wobbly on my feet, looking around in the dim light for my skirt.



Edward chuckled and was suddenly on his feet beside me, pulling on his pants. I hadn't even seen him step into them. Anger flowed through me and I didn't know why. Edward's arrogance was really pissing me off. I had given him the gift of my body -- dismissing concerns about what my husband would or wouldn't have thought -- and he was laughing at my concern? Who the fuck did he think he was?



"You'll understand tomorrow," he said, as if answering my thoughts. Answering my thoughts? What the fuck?



When he spoke again I had a hard time comprehending his words. I had found my skirt, stepped into it and was zipping it up as he spoke.



"What you'll understand is that THIS isn't the costume," he said, gesturing down the length of his body. "THIS is the real me. Parts of the movie weren't fiction. Alice and I are real." He looked at me with golden eyes I could barely see and realization began to set in. I fought it. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't accept it.



Another chuckle escaped him. This time when he spoke, it wasn't an observation or a comment. It was an order. "Go on," he said. "Return to your husband. Alice has kept him entertained." The anger flared again in my eyes again. What had Alice been doing with Wolf while I was enjoying Edward? As fast as the anger flared it receded. I had willingly allowed... no I had CRAVED Edward fucking me. I could hardly complain now if Alice had done anything to or with Wolf. "Alice hasn't done anything to him," Edward said sounding frustrated with my thoughts. "She just kept him company so you and I could do what you wanted... and what Wolf wanted as well."



His ability to read my mind caught my attention again; and the warmth flowing through my body, seemingly growing from where he had been sucking on my neck. Had he...? Was he...?



"As I said," Edward said with a soft chuckle this time, "you'll understand more tomorrow." With no further words he took my hand into his cold one and led me out of the room. No one at the party seemed to notice our absence or our return. As soon as I could see the table where I had left Wolf to go dance with Edward, I saw that Wolf and Alice were still sitting there, laughing together like old friends. Alice turned to look at us and raised an eyebrow at Edward. It was an unspoken question and I thought I could guess it.



"Did you fuck her?" was one possibility. "Was she good?" was another. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward give a slight nod and felt my fears return. What WAS he?



At the table Edward very politely thanked Wolf for allowing me to dance with him. "No problem," said Wolf with a smile. "Alice has been quite entertaining." He looked at me and asked, "Did you have a good time?"



What was I to say? Should I like? Should I say something that would let him know how much more than dancing I'd done? "I had a very enjoyable time," I said with a smile, sitting down next to Wolf. "Edward is a fantastic dancer," I added, my smile growing bigger.



"I hope so," said Wolf. "You've been dancing for nearly an hour. If I hadn't had Alice to keep my company I'd have come looking for you some time ago."



I realized that was probably the plan. Alice kept Wolf "entertained" so Edward could take me into another room and seduce me. Who was I fooling? It was a mutual thing. I had wanted Edward apparently as much as he wanted me. His cock had felt just so wonderful... Suddenly I felt light headed and slightly dizzy. My head swayed just enough for Wolf to notice and he asked me if I was okay.



I nodded my head yes and then said it clearly to reassure him. "I'm just not used to dancing so much," I said to help excuse what I was sure was an after-affect of the extra-long fucking I'd enjoyed and the number of orgasms I'd had.



"Perhaps we should head home so you can get some rest?" Wolf asked. I looked over at Edward and then at Alice's smiling face. There was a message in each but I couldn't read it. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to bed with my husband and snuggle against him. I wanted the intimacy of our closeness to reassure me of the security of our love for each other. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened and I was petrified of what his reaction would be.



"Alice has already told him," Edward said with a devilish grin.



"What?!" I asked incredulously. "What has she told him?" I looked at my husband, needing to know if he could see the guilt in my face or hear the fear in my voice. What had Alice told him?



My loving husband answered my question. "Alice told me everything that was happening from the moment you left the table," he said. "She told me how nervous you were while you were dancing; how excited you were and together we joked about how delicious you smell. She told me about your passion overtaking any common sense you brought to the party with you as you opened yourself to Edward in the other room." I could tell my jaw was dropping in shock as my husband's words sank in. He knew? "Alice told me how many orgasms you had... as you had them... and she shared with me your thoughts as Edward's cock filled you to your maximum limits of pleasure."



I was speechless. Alice was smiling and her golden eyes were twinkling. Edward was smiling as he took a seat across from us. Wolf was smiling a huge smile and took my hand to put it beneath the table, placing it on the bulge in his pants caused by his hugely erect cock. His excitement took me by surprise.

<hr pg="3" />"You're not angry?" I asked him. But as I did, I moved my hand around on that bulge, massaging his length as best I could through his jeans.



"Not at all," he replied with a smile. His words had a growl in them that I'd never heard before and as I looked in his eyes they seemed to change from their usual brown to a dark green. His next words had even more growl in them; they seemed to come from deeper in his throat. "Maybe tomorrow I can finally let go with you; give you the sex you finally seem to crave and not have to hold back." The next sound that escaped his throat was so animalistic I almost looked around for a dog.



The surprise and fear on my face made Edward chuckle; Alice laughed her tinkling laugh loudly... and Wolf's cock seemed to throb anew beneath my rubbing hand. I was left wondering:



What had actually happened here tonight? What was going to happen when we got home? What would I realize in the morning?



The ride home was quiet. Wolf and I snuggled naked against each other in bed and I was distracted by how hot he felt against me. We made long passionate love before falling asleep and I couldn't help wondering if he'd taken something to help his size or stamina. I'd never known his cock to be this hard; this long; this thick or him to be this energetic. When he came, just like Edward had, his cum overflowed my pussy and ran out into a puddle on the bed beneath me. I was too tired to worry about it and just rolled over to snuggle against him to sleep.



In the morning I woke up seeing the world in a whole new way; through new eyes; with skin that was never going to be warm again. 

