TITLE    : My Wife A Hooter's Girl
STORYID  : my-wife-a-hooters-girl_2005
SUMMARY  : Couple gets out of hand after flirting at a party.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2005-11-08
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


When I was little I always believed that Halloween was a "kids' holiday". After all, they got to dress up in costumes and go Trick or Treating. They got bags full of candy and got to wander around the neighborhood after dark. As I was in the Army at the age of eighteen and then became a police officer upon my discharge, I never really attended any Halloween parties, and most especially, I never attended a Costume Party.



So here I am, forty-one years old, married for twelve years to my wonderful wife who is thirty-six years old. Just to give you an idea about us, we have drastically different sexual appetites: I'm an every day kind of guy and she's a once-a-week kind of gal. For all that we've managed to stay sexually happy in our marriage. We're both fairly fit, though we could both afford to lose twenty pounds. I don't think my extra weight looks bad, and I certainly still turn heads when I put on my uniform. My wife has the kind of rounded body you might expect from a woman who has had two children, but there are no rolls of fat or anything like that. She has a healthy 36C chest and 38 inch hips. Her waist is about 28 inches but she sometimes goes up to 30. For a woman who is brunette and five-feet eight-inches tall I happen to think her 160 pounds is quite sexily arranged.



So, this year we received an invitation from some friends of ours to attend a Halloween Party that was going to double as a birthday party for the male half. The friends are a married couple who are about our age. They have a nice house that is rather isolated and we've been there for parties before. We don't know all of their other friends, but we consider them close friends and made our plans to attend the party. The challenge came in picking out costumes. I always had a ready-made costume as a cop anytime I wanted, but I wanted to do something different &#x2013; and Kristy (the wife) wanted me to do something different as well. (when I would take our kids out trick-or-treating I always had to work afterward so I'd get in uniform "dressed up as a cop" to take them around the neighborhood and then go to work)



As much as I didn't want to go as a cop I also didn't want to spend a bunch of money on a costume, so I started going through all my old uniforms and other stuff to see what I could put together. We had about a month before the party date so I had time if I needed to order anything online or whatever. What I came up with was being a pilot. I had a flight suit, and getting the patches, nametags, etc was easy. Kristy said she liked the idea because I still have a good physique which the flight suit kind of showed off. AND, she quickly pointed out, the front zipper could be zipped up or down. I knew what she was thinking: she was thinking about playing after the party and I was all for that.



Then came the challenge of finding her a costume. While she is very sexy to me, she doesn't think any other guys would want to look at her. She's even embarrassed to put on a one-piece bathing suit. I knew what I wanted her to wear: any costume that showed her off a little bit. I've long had the fantasy of seeing her flirt (or more) with another man, but getting her to dress hot enough to attract a guy to the table was my challenge. What she would dress up as was an on-going argument until we went out to dinner one night.



We went to the local Hooter's Restaurant and my suggestion was made before I even got to say it. As we walked in the door, she said, "Don't even think about it."



"About what?" I asked innocently.



"About me being a Hooter's Girl for the party," she replied.



"That's a great idea!" I smiled, as if I hadn't thought of it. "I'm glad you suggested it."



"Oh, no I didn't," she argued. "I said DON'T think about it."



"And promptly put the idea in my head, sweetheart." I looked at her carefully, measuring her up and down and then looking around at the waitresses. Shirts so tight you could see their bras. Decent amount of cleavage showing. Super tight shorts that barely contained their butts. Shiny hose that hid any blemishes on their legs. In my mind's eye I could see Kristy dressed this way and I thought she would look great. I said as much. She disagreed. I continued to argue the point through dinner.



Finally, more than an hour later she gave up in exasperation. "Fine!" she shouted. "I'll make you a deal."



"What deal?" I asked.



"I'll dress up as a Hooter's Girl for the party, if, and only IF you agree to never ask me to show my body off again."



"I don't get that, babe," I said. "If the guys are all panting around behind you and staring at you and obviously find you attractive, why would you never want to show off your body again?"



"Because that won't happen," she replied softly. Her insecurities were catching up with her. "More likely they'll run screaming from the party." She took a deep breath before continuing. "But I know you want to show me off; I know you want me to flirt. I'll dress up like this for you as long as you promise to never ask me to do it again if it's a humiliating experience."



"So," I clarified, "if the guys ARE attracted to you and flirt, etc, then you'll dress like that more in the future?" She started to interrupt but I continued quickly. "And if they don't, then I'll never ask you to show it off again. Is that the deal?" She nodded. "Done," I said.



When the night of the party came, getting dressed in our costumes was almost as much fun as the party turned out to be. Kristy had obviously been thinking about how we were going to dress, and she surprised hell out of me when she asked me if I could wear the flight suit "commando" (without any underwear). I told her I wasn't sure, but I'd try it out and if it wasn't uncomfortable then I would if that's what she wanted. She told me it was. I tried it out. Nothing rubbed the wrong way, so commando I went. To minimize the chance of any hairs getting caught in the full-length zipper, I shaved my scrotum and trimmed down everything else pretty short. The result was a smooth ball-sack (that I know Kristy enjoys) and nothing else more than ¼" long to get in the way of playing.



For her part, she tried on the shiny pantyhose and skin-tight "shorts" and realized that her pussy hair was clearly showed through them both. To prevent that, she too had to trim her pubic hair way down, not quite shaving it, but getting as close to that as she ever had. The bra she wore shaped her breasts quite nicely, creating a lot of cleavage, but doing nothing to cover up or hide the shape of her nipples. With the bra and shirt both on, I could still see the bumps her nipples created &#x2013; even when they weren't erect. I certainly enjoyed the effect and I was sure any other man's attention would be caught as well.



And that is how we came to be driving to our friends' house on Halloween weekend, me dressed as a pilot and she as a Hooter's Girl. I was hoping that my erection would go away before we got there. The fight suit wasn't good at concealing my hard-on. Not anymore than her outfit was good at concealing her erect nipples (it was chilly). We had bought all the necessary costume parts and pieces before having left Hooter's after making our agreement. She had tried them on once, complained about how tight everything was, and then shook her ass at me. Although no one would be able to see her body as it appeared naked, certainly not much was hidden. Her chest was high and squished by the wonder-bra she had on, the result being about four inches of cleavage that showed at the v-cut of the Hooter's shirt. The shorts were more like tight bikini bottoms that cupped and lifted her ass cheeks quite nicely. The stockings made her legs shine and the resulting effect really accentuated how muscular her legs are. Just for the night she had changed her hairdo and had put on some make-up (which she doesn't normally wear).



When we arrived, I took the cooler of beer and sodas (which I carried cold against my crotch to help my erection dissolve) while she grabbed the two trays of treats we'd brought. From the number of cars that were already there it was easy to see that we'd be walking into a crowd and I was hoping the initial response from the men to our arrival would be overwhelming. I wasn't disappointed.



As soon as we walked in the door the cat-calls and cheers started. Whistles and wolf-howling overflowed from the men in the crowd, comprised of about ten couples. John, the host and birthday boy, came over to greet us. He shook my hand and then hugged Kristy. It was funny to see him self-conscious about hugging her. He'd hugged her many times before, but only when she was dressed far more conservatively. I almost laughed. Jean, our hostess, came over to greet us as well, complimented Kristy on her fantastic costume (and how well she filled it) and then complimented me on how well my flight suit fit &#x2013; with an obvious glance at my still semi-erected tent. Looking back at Kristy, Jean said, "Well, since you're dressed as a waitress, I guess it's okay to ask for your help serving snacks and drinks?" Kristy said, "Sure," and off they went together.



Before taking me to join the party, John leaned in and whispered, "Dude, I never realized how hot Kristy's body was before. All the guys here are going to be in trouble with their wives for ogling yours."



With a smile, I said, "So be it."



With a worried look on his face, John continued. "Um, some of these guys aren't very polite when they've been drinking. Kristy might get some pretty crude comments on her outfit&hellip; or she might even get grabbed or something." He looked thoughtful for a minute. "I'll have to warn them about their behavior."



Before he could do that I said, "Nonsense. Kristy's an adult. If someone says or does something that she doesn't appreciate she'll make it clear to them. But she enjoys flirting as much as the next gal and when she gets a few drinks into her she'll give it back as good as she gets it."



"You sure?" he asked.



"Yep," I answered. "Don't worry about it. Let's get something to eat and drink."



Throughout the evening the party got more and more rowdy, and the crowd grew steadily more friendly. Kristy and I both knew all of the couples there, but some of them we knew well and some of them we knew only their names. Several of the women were helping Jean refresh snack trays and keep the coolers stocked. Virtually all of the guys were flirting with whichever woman happened to be closest. On a couple of occasions I noticed guys touching Kristy in non-sexual ways: a touch on the arm, or a hand on her hip. If she had been dressed any other way I wouldn't have read anything into it, but given how her body was quite emphasized by her costume, I read even more flirtation into every touch.



Conversation, snacking, and drinking continued. By the time a couple of hours had gone by, the large majority of us were feeling no pain and several of the couples were just down and out drunk &#x2013; men and women both. As the rate and level of intoxication grew, inhibitions and judgment levels dropped (as is usual). The result was that men and women &#x2013; not spouses &#x2013; were steadily talking more and more shit to each other. The flirting quickly moved into suggestions. The suggestions were gracefully redirected at first, but there came a point where dares started being thrown.



During the graceful deflection time frame &#x2013; about forty-five minutes I guess &#x2013; several of the men propositioned Kristy. Virtually every proposition was accompanied by an arm draped around her, or an arm around her waist, or, on two occasions, a hand cupping one of her ass cheeks. I have to give her credit: she never pushed them away; she never moved away from them; no one got slapped. She'd smile, hug them or touch them back, make a joke while indirectly refusing their offer, and then move on to another part of the party. Since the party was taking place across the entire first floor of John and Jean's house to include the kitchen, dining room, living room and breakfast nook, there were several times when I wasn't in eye-contact with Kristy.



After one of those moments, near the end of the graceful deflection time frame, Kristy came and found me in the living room. She'd come out of the kitchen looking slightly flushed. She walked over to me and put both arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. I put my drink down and hugged her back, one hand around her waist and the other enjoying a squeeze of her butt. After giving me a quick kiss on my neck, she giggled and then began whispering in my ear.



"I'm glad you convinced me to wear this costume tonight. It turns out that it's been quite fun and I will show you my appreciation a little later."



"It's been my pleasure," I assured her, responding to her whisper with my own in her ear.



"And some of the other guys' too," she giggled again.



"Huh?" I grunted. I didn't get it.



"Several of the guys here tonight have enjoyed grabbing my butt," she said carefully. "I assume you've seen them?"



"Yeah," I answered. "But I didn't say anything. I figure you're a big girl and I know you can take care of yourself. If you minded I knew you'd set them straight. I figured that since none of them have been slapped or told off that you were enjoying the attention." It was a statement and a question.



"Yes, I have," she purred into my ear. "In fact, I came in here to tell you just how much&hellip;" She paused, breathed, grinned and then giggled again. "I was just in the kitchen when Larry (one of the more drunk guys at that time) snuck up behind me. I almost dropped the drink I was mixing for his wife Molly when he put his arms around my waist." In my mind's eye I tried to envision what she was saying so that I could fully enjoy it &#x2013; or get totally pissed as conditions might demand. "He might be drunk," she said, "But his cock isn't. I could feel how hard he was 'cause he moved in close to me from behind and pushed it against my butt. Then he put his chin on my shoulder and asked me if my boobs were real or if I had stuffed my bra for the party." She giggled again. "I told him they were real and he said he didn't believe me, and then he put both hands up to grab them." I took a breath as I pictured Larry standing behind my wife with his erection pressed against her ass and both his hands full of her chest. "I almost pushed his hands away," Kristy said thoughtfully, "but then I thought 'what the heck' and let him squeeze them for a minute. He had a gentle touch that felt pretty good and my nipples perked right up. He ran his fingers over them for a second, caressed the outside of my chest &#x2013; obviously trying to find something that felt artificial &#x2013; and it felt so good that I pushed my ass back against him, really enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pressing against me&hellip; and then, I guess satisfied that they are real, he let go and stepped back away." She giggled again. "He must have realized what he'd been doing because he looked REAL embarrassed, mumbled that he was sorry and walked away." I heard her breath hard in my ear and felt a shiver move through her body.



Backing away from me just a little bit she looked me in the eyes. "I know I fought you about dressing like this, and I still have a ton of insecurities, but tonight has definitely convinced me that other men find me attractive&hellip;" she looked down for a second and then back up to meet my eyes "&hellip;and I just realized how much I enjoy the flirting and how much it turns me on. When Larry felt up my boobs and pressed his hardon against me, my pussy gushed and my clit tweaked and I need to be fucked so bad right now it just isn't funny."



My cock hardened against her upon hearing her words. It wasn't often that she verbalized being horny and here she was not holding anything back at all. "Do you want to go home to take care of that?" I asked hopefully. I knew that if I could get her home while she was wide-awake and horny we'd enjoy some playtime. If we waited and I didn't get her home until she was tired and horny, she'd suggest waiting until morning. I didn't want to wait. Neither did she, but she wanted to wait even less than I did.



"No," she said with a devilish grin. "I don't want to go home. I want to go into the bathroom and see if we can be quiet." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and her grin was full of naughtiness. It a truly rare occasion that I saw my wife answering her body's sexual desires so wantonly&hellip; I wasn't about to miss the opportunity. Hand in hand we headed for the bathroom. Thankfully there was no line and it was vacant. She stepped in with me right behind her. When she turned on the light she also turned on the fan, I guess hoping that the minor noise would help cover some of the noises we were sure to make.



I made sure the door was latched and locked and when I turned back to look at her, I found an entirely sexual woman who was wasting no time. She was pulling down her shorts and pantyhose, but only took them off of her right foot. Standing back up, she looked at me, smiled and said, "What are you waiting for?" I was still slightly dumbstruck by how eager she was being and hesitated just long enough for her to reach out and take care of things. She unzipped the flight suit from the bottom up, but only about a foot &#x2013; just enough to get my raging erection out where she needed it.



Bending over, she gave my cock a quick kiss on the swollen head, a quick lick across the small opening to collect the drop of precum that was getting ready to fall off, and then she stood up, turned around, and &#x2013; holding my dick in her hand &#x2013; bent over the sink. Pulling me to her by my cock, she said, "Come on, fuck me. Do it hard and fast but try not to make too much noise." I was more than ready and stepped up behind her, guiding my length with my right hand while holding her hip with my left. She adjusted her feet a little farther apart, bent more, arched her back some and waited. When my cockhead touched her pussy lips she moaned softly and stood up on her toes to make things easier for me.



Usually when we try this I have to smear my knob up and down the lips of her pussy a few times to get her juices spread around some. This time, she was so soaking wet that I didn't have to do that. In fact, I held my cock only long enough to get the head inserted and then I pushed with my hips.



Once again she moaned, dropped down to stand flat-footed, and put both hands on the sink's counter. With both hands on her hips I ground my hips forward against her ass, reveling in the feeling of the warm slick silkiness that was grasping my manhood. Another moan escaped Kristy as my full length penetrated her. I could feel myself banging against her cervix as she pushed back against me and I ground forward into her.



Satisfied that I was fully in and fully lubricated with her juices, I began thrusting back and forth as hard and fast as I could. We knew this wasn't going to be a long drawn out enjoyable fuck session: this was a blitzkrieg fuck to get both of us off. This was a "satisfy the immediate urge" fuck and maybe we'd play some more later.



As I looked down at her, bent over the sink, I loved the sight of her shapely ass bouncing with every slap of my hips. I could see her pink pussy, wet and stretched, clutching my length as I alternately speared into her and then withdrew.



"You know," I said hoarsely between thrusts, "I've never done a Hooter's Girl before."



In between grunts and groans of her own, Kristy said, "Well now you have&hellip; and you'd better make sure she never forgets it." I doubled my efforts in response. To add to her own pleasure, and increase her chances of climaxing quickly, Kristy put one hand down between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit. With every thrust into her that I made I could feel her fingers moving back and forth, massaging her clit as hard and fast as I was fucking into her wetness.



<hr pg="2" />Her orgasm triggered mine and we came explosively together. I pushed as far into her as I could reach and unloaded spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum into her, splashing her cervix and coating her vaginal walls and my cock with our mixed juices. As I came I could hear her moan her orgasm, and feel her pussy as it pulsated around me, seeming to squeeze my length in concert with every jet of jism my cock spat into her depths.



Ad then it was past and we were trying to catch our breath. My cock was softening slowly inside her and we both began to think about controlling the mess we'd made. I felt Kristy's hand &#x2013; the one she was using to rub her clit &#x2013; reach farther back and down, cupped underneath my balls. "Go ahead," she whispered to me, meaning it was okay to pull out. I did. Pulling out and backing a step away, I watched as her freshly-fucked pussy released a huge gob of cum into her palm. She pressed her hand harder up against her swollen lips and then stepped over to straddle of the toilet. The seat was already up and I watched as she squatted, moving her hand and letting several more dollops of cum ooze from within her. She opened her hand and let the cum she'd caught fall into the toilet as well, and then used several wads of toilet paper to wipe up what was left. We both knew that she'd be oozing cum for awhile, but she didn't seem too overly worried about it. Maybe she wasn't planning on staying at the party much longer. I didn't know.



As she sat down to pee, I used some toilet paper to wipe off my dick and then stuffed it back into the flight suit and zipped it closed. I noticed some wet marks on the suit and wondered if they were my cum or her pussy juice and then realized that it really didn't matter. Either way I was going to smell like sex for the remainder of the party. When she was finished, she wiped again and stood up. She flushed away all of the toilet paper we'd used for cleaning up, smiled at me and stepped into me for a big hug and sweet sexy kiss.



"Should we go home and play some more?" I asked with a smile.



"Absolutely," she said with a grin of her own. "After we've stayed and flirted some more. I'm having way too much fun to simply run off&hellip;" her voice trailed off for a second. "&hellip; and if I get too horny from the guys flirting and feeling me up, I can always drag you back in here to take care of me again."



Who was I to argue? 

