Chapter 1: The Party
“Taxis here!” Max called up the stairs, his voice echoing through the house.
Hannah took one last look in the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest. The costume was way too revealing, too much. She had only bought it to wear for Max at home but when he had seen her in it, he was insistent that she wear it to the party.
"It's Halloween, babe," he had said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. "You're not going to be the only one in a costume, are you?"
She had relented, but knew exactly what he was doing. He had always got a thrill out of showing her off to other men and this was the perfect excuse to get her into something extremely revealing.
She couldn’t deny that she also got excited knowing other men were looking at her, but she was still a little nervous about how much skin she was going to be showing. They would all be able to see her huge tits, barely contained in the blue corset like top, and her ass was on full display in the sheer, opened back, yellow skirt. Even the matching blue thong was tiny, hardly providing any coverage.
She knew other women would be dressed in sexy and slutty costumes too but this was outside her usual comfort level. She felt self conscious and nervous but there was an underlying thrill that she couldn’t deny.
Hannah and her husband had often role-played her body being displayed and shown off to other men, inevitably resulting in her being fucked by them, and Max’s insistence at her going to the party so under dressed was an undeniably exciting extension of this play.
“Hannah!” Max called again, his voice impatient.
She adjusted her red bow in the mirror, picked up her red gloves and red heels, and headed downstairs.
“Fuck baby, you look ...” Max started, his voice trailing off as he took in her full appearance. He was dressed in his cowboy costume, complete with a Stetson, jeans, and a checked shirt. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her tits, barely contained in the corset. “You look fucking incredible. I can’t wait to show you off.”
Hannah blushed at his words, her pussy already starting to throb with anticipation. She knew Max would be watching her all night, waiting for her to be noticed, excited for men to check her out and it was turning her on more than she cared to admit.
The taxi ride to the party was filled with a charged silence, Max's hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against the thin skirt, dangerously close to her pussy. He obviously liked how sexy she looked and she was excited to get home after the party so he could show her.
As they entered the party, the music pulsed around them, the room a kaleidoscope of colors and costumes. Hannah felt a flutter of nerves as they made their way through the crowd, Max's hand firmly on the small of her back, guiding her.
"Drink?" Max asked, leaning in close so she could hear him over the music.
She nodded, grateful for the distraction.
The party was relatively dark and Hannah felt slightly better about her revealing costume as she saw other women dressed in equally revealing outfits.
Max returned quickly with drinks, handing her a glass of Prosecco and they spent the next couple of hours mingling, chatting and laughing with friends, whilst getting increasingly tipsy.
It wasn’t until 11 that Hannah noticed a tall, rugged looking black man in a Tuxedo, presumably James Bond, standing across the room, his eyes fixed on her.
She could see the way he was looking at her, his gaze lingerie on her pale, ample cleavage, her curvy wide hips and round, thick ass.
Every time she’d subtly look back, he was still staring at her, his gaze hungry and intense, roaming over her body, undressing her, with what remained of her clothes, with his eyes.
She didn’t know if it was the revealing nature of the outfit or the amount of alcohol she had drank but his gaze made her feel hot and bothered, a growing ache building in her core.
He was looking at her like a piece of meat, like he wanted to devour her, and it sent a shiver down her spine. It made her feel a bit slutty, that because of her revealing outfit, she was being objectified, but it also made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable, and she liked it.
She continued her conversation but the next time she looked over at him they locked eyes. He didn’t look away, instead smirking as if he knew he’d been caught but didn’t appear to care. His look was intense, confident, unapologetic and it made Hannah’s heart race and her pussy throb.
She looked away quickly, feeling a flush of heat spread across her cheeks. She felt like a teenager again, caught staring at a boy she liked, but this time, she didn’t want to look away. She wanted to keep looking, to keep feeling that heat, that desire.
It was only a bit of harmless flirting, she’d never see him again after tonight and she was enjoying the feeling of being wanted and desire by this attractive stranger.
For the next hour they kept stealing glances at each other, their eyes meeting across the room, holding for a few seconds before one of them would look away, a smirk playing on their lips.
Hannah could feel the heat of his gaze on her, like a physical touch, and it was making her pussy tingle.
She had to admit, she was enjoying the attention, the thrill of being desired by a stranger. She could feel her panties growing damp, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her corset.
Max noticed her distraction and followed her gaze to the tall black man across the room. He leaned in close, his voice low in her ear. "He's been checking you out all night, babe. You like that, don't you?"
Hannah blushed, but didn't deny it. Max's hand found her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her soft skin. "I can see it in your eyes, Hannah. You're turned on, aren't you?"
She bit her lip, nodding slightly. “It’s your fault,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the music. “You wanted me to wear this. You wanted me to be noticed.”
Max chuckled, his hand moving to grab her round ass, “maybe?” He said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and desire, giving it a firm squeeze.