Sonja and I have known each other since we worked together at our first job out of college, but for the most part, we have only kept up with each other superficially on social media even though we don't live too far apart. Telling each other from time to time “we need to get together soon,” we have only gotten around to actually seeing each other about once per year.
I have to admit having felt a bit of jealousy toward her in the past. She's a fit hottie with gorgeous thick dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and C-cup breasts set high above her trim waist and curvy hips. And perhaps the best thing she has going for her is Donovan, her athletic and attractive husband. I have only met him fleetingly twice in the past, but I have admired the social media photos that Sonja posts with him from time to time, and have caught myself having a few naughty thoughts about him. I never wanted to disrespect Sonja by trying to seduce him or anything, but a little fantasy here and there can't hurt anything, right?
Just as the weather was turning from sweltering summer into more pleasant fall, well-intentioned offers of “we need to get together soon” finally came together with our schedules again, so Sonja and I made the effort to hang out and catch up for a while. We met at a cool little restaurant, just us two ladies catching up over a light dinner and some drinks late one night.
I was a little surprised that, after she had a couple of drinks in her, she started telling me some vague things about her sex life with Donovan. She didn't give details, but told me about them experiencing a lull a while back and then agreeing to spice things up a bit, doing it in naughty places like at his work, in the car, and in the park; using aids like sexy clothes and toys; and watching erotic movies – well, only erotic at first, and then more explicit ones.
“So now you're perverted sex addicts or something?” I asked her. I was a little annoyed, but it wasn't like she was bragging, and I felt kind of excited for her. And maybe a bit turned on, as images of Donovan's naked toned body, intertwined with hers, flew through my naughty mind. If I was pressed to think of anyone I knew whom I wouldn't mind watching getting fucked, Sonja would be on the shortlist.
“Well, no... well, maybe he is. There's so much stuff we've happened to see about, well, anonymous or casual sex, and he's turned on by it and I tease him about it, but I know he wants it.”
“He wants to do it with someone else?” I asked, and she nodded. “I guess every guy does.”
“Yeah, and I kind of want him to.”
In my mind, the other naked body with Donovan's now was mine.
It occurred to me that Sonja may have been really trying to gauge my interest, but I thought I needed to be careful, or things would go South pretty fast. So I asked another question about how they started, and she blurted out more information. Then one more question, together with one more drink, got her pretty much spilling her guts.
When she mentioned skinny-dipping and fucking in a neighbor's backyard pool while the homeowners were out of town, I let it slip, only half unintentionally, that Donovan was the kind of guy I'd get naughty with too if I were her.
“I'm sure he'd do you too,” she said. The two of us stopped and stared at each other.
I thought I'd offer a tease. “Oh, I see. So it took us, what... “, I looked at my watch, “... forty-five minutes, when you could have just said, 'hey, would you like to fuck my husband?'” Yeah, she had pushed it to the line, and I crossed it, but I had the sense that it was territory we both were okay with. Either that or I could withdraw and play my comment off as an alcohol-induced joke.
“Omigosh,” Sonja said, ducking and looking around. “What the—?”
“But, it's true, right?” She was embarrassed, but not outraged, so I continued. “That's what you're asking?”
“Um, well, I was wondering if I could see if you were interested in thinking about it.”
Oh, I'll think about it. Tonight. With my fingers in my twat. Whoa, shit, I sure am glad I didn't say that out loud! “Well, maybe it's the alcohol talking, but, suuuuure. I can think about it.”
“Of course, no pressure. And I don't know how we'd hook you two up.” She looked around as if something nearby would give her a brilliant idea. Then she added, “If we were going to do it.”
“Okay,” I told her, “I'm up for it!” I laughed.
“Um, what?”
“I said I'd think about it. I thought about it. I want to do it.” I imagined Donovan's naked muscular body writhing on top of mine, moaning about always having wanted me while pumping me full of cock.
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “Ummmm, okay then.”
So, I got down to business. “First things first. Do you think he'll recognize me? I mean, we've met before, but if we run into each other somewhere, will he know who I am?”
“Hmmm, I don't think he'd know you. But who knows? If he's really a pervert, he might have had his eye on you like creeping on social media pictures of my friends or something. But maybe not.” I'm not gonna lie: I have been told that I'm fairly attractive (since college at least, after the pimply awkward teen years), but wouldn't consider myself in Sonja's league, so it made me feel pretty damn good hearing my hot friend tell me that her hunky husband would possibly be interested in checking me out.
“So, we don't know if this could be one of those 'anonymous' things or not.”
The ideas started to flow, maybe impaired, or maybe inspired, by the alcohol flowing to our brains.
How about staging a pickup, where I'm at a bar and they come in and she convinces him to pick me up? That would work if he didn't know me, in theory. But what if he was just feeling especially monogamous that night, or wasn't really into me when he encountered me? That would suck.
I told her one of my fantasies, pretending like I was thinking it up on the spot. They could have some people over to their house and I would be the last one to leave. That would work whether he knows me or not, and would more likely result in the desired outcome since I'd be the aggressor. Better.
I'm certainly not talented enough to be a stripper for hire, which would also only work if he didn't know me. And what would be the event that would involve a stripper? So, that idea didn't make the cut.
Happening to run into each other in a coffee shop or grocery store and developing an attraction? That would take too long to get going, maybe multiple encounters, and would involve too many assumptions.
Then something occurred to me: Halloween would be coming up soon. Ordinarily, I'd like to go to a party or hand out candy in the neighborhood with a few friends before drinking our way through a scary movie, but this might be an opportunity for me and the naughty couple to have our own little party. Sonja loved the idea. We could solve the problem about recognition – even if he would recognize me in normal clothes, I told her I could wear a costume and a mask. It would be super hot to have me come to the door after all the trick-or-treaters had come and gone, the mysterious chick who would be his anonymous sex treat for the night.
So the scenario was pretty much decided, and we agreed that we'd start thinking through the details. Sonja invited me to lunch one day the next week – sure enough, to chat about plans for Halloween night. Since she and I actually got together again, and we were in agreement about the arrangement, that was confirmation for both of us that the other night wasn't just drunk talk, and we were really going to do this!
She didn't want to dictate anything, even when I asked what Donovan might be into, so I had the freedom to dress how I wanted and do what I wanted.
“I've been doing a little shopping to look at sexy costumes,” I told her. “Haven't decided yet, though. Some are fucking expensive – you know, like the tinier the lingerie is, the more it costs?”
“That brings me to this,” she said, digging into her purse. “If Donovan is going to get you as a sexy fuck toy for Halloween, you're going to look the part. And it's going to come out of his pocket.” She surprised me by handing me a prepaid gift card!
I responded excitedly, “Ohhhh, thank you! This will help, shall we say, spur my creativity!”
Yes, she had called me a fuck toy. Smiling at the gift card amount, which immediately freed my mind to expand my costume options and consider some accessories, I didn't mind one bit.
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Over the next few days, I was able to procure and prepare my supplies, using Donovan's gift card to pay for my shopping spree. I bought one of the plastic pumpkin buckets the kids use to collect their candy in, but modified it by cutting mean-looking eye holes, carving a sinister grin for the mouth, making bloody gashes on its cheek and chin, and replacing the plastic handle with a thick chain. Another necessity was a variety of red candy, mostly cherry and cinnamon, and some long black and red licorice ropes.