Incest/Taboo A Halloween Party

A Halloween Party

Halloween provides the chance to step over the line.
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Erica had it all. Except children, of course. But now that Derek had been promoted to Regional Vice-President, she could quit work, as they had always planned. After seven years of marriage, the attractive thirty-four year old would finally have the opportunity to ruin her figure. She was ready for it. But that's not the way her friends saw it.

"You're crazy," Janice said. "Derek will be making so much money and he'll have more time too. You'll be able to go to Hawaii and Europe."

"Ya," Samantha chimed in. "Definitely go to Hawaii. I thank god Jim and I went before we had our kids, otherwise we never would have got there. We won't get to Europe now until the kids are grown."

"Oh come on," Erica challenged her friends. "You guys loll around at home while your older kids are in school and the younger ones are in daycare. If I don't get on with it, I'll be a senior citizen by the time mine are school."

The women all laughed. Janice and Samantha didn't counter Erica's retort. The truth is hard to argue with.

"What do you think, Alice?" Erica asked the only one of the group who, like her, didn't have kids. Alice was the quiet one of the old group of friends and she always had her head screwed on tight. She was a reader, which was a good thing because she didn't work or do anything else, at least, that the girls were aware of, to fill her time.

"I think you should take a trip and then get on with having your rugrats, if that's what you really want to do."

"There, see?" Janice wasn't going to waste the rare time Alice agreed with her, even if just partly.

"And get a C-section," Samantha advised. "You don't want to wreck that wonderful figure.

"No way," Janice cried. "It's about time she gave someone else a chance to be body beautiful. You'd think she would have slacked off after getting the class president, but no. Look at how much effort has gone into that well-oiled machine."

It was true that Erica was the prettiest of the four women, and had been since their highschool days, but there wasn't an unattractive one among them which is partly why there wasn't a hint of sour grapes in the laughter that followed Janice's jibe.

While the others were laughing, Alice offered further counseling, "You shouldn't get a C-section Erica unless it's medically necessary."

More laughter followed, at Alice's expense.

"Ya," Samantha bellowed. "Definitely don't get a C. Let that body go to hell. It's your turn."

That was rich coming from Samantha. Neither she nor Janice had their kids au naturel; both had C-sections and their figures confirmed it.

"Yup. Do it the natural way. But don't worry about Derek," Janice said. "He'll be too happy with your new, bigger breasts anyway."

Now that was a bit of a sore point. Erica was definitely the prettiest and slimmest of the group, but she had the smallest breasts and, even though she knew Janice didn't mean anything by it, she felt a painful twinge at the memory of catching Derek several times in the past looking at her friends' tits. It was her one point of insecurity.

"God, Bill wouldn't leave mine alone. It's a wonder there was anything left for the baby."

"Oh, that's just disgusting," Alice got up.

"Are you going already?" Erica asked.

"Yes. Lot's of things to do."

"Me too," Janice and Samantha chimed in together.

"Well, Derek may have more time on his hands but he's certainly not spending it at home," Erica complained. "We may not be able use the hot tub at the Halloween party if he doesn't get home in time to change the filter and do the chemicals. "

"Oh, don't worry," Samantha waved like there was no problem. "I'll send Bill over."

"No, no," Erica replied. "Derek can do it."

"Don't worry about it. Bill doesn't mind. It will be good to get him out of my hair."

"Hi honey. How's it going?"

Erica listened for several minutes, nodding here and there while she listened to her husband on the phone. She looked around a couple of times, not really being that interested in the details of Derek's work.

"Mmmhmmm," she mumbled a couple of times. Then, when there was a break, she said,"
Are you going to get home in time for the party?"

She listened to Derek's answer.

"The Halloween party we have every year. We're celebrating your promotion, this time, and my retirement, remember?"

"Can you get home in time to do the hot tub?"

"Oh. Ok. Well, don't worry about it. Samantha said she'd send Bill over. Uh huh. Ok."

"Love you too, honey." Erica glanced down and noticed the call display. "Say how come you're calling from the hotel phone?"

"You forgot your blackberry?...Are you sure?...Do you want me to look for it?...No?...Well, it might be here. Ok, if you're sure you left it at the office."

"Ok, bye honey. Love you."

Erica was running out to the store when Bill dropped by.

"The house is open. Thanks, Bill. I'll be right back.

She was almost to the car when she saw Derek's blackberry lying in the grass next to the driveway, right where his car had been parked. She picked it up and rushed to the store. After she picked up her things, Erica felt a bit swamped and stopped to pick up a coffee. She took her latte to a table and sat down.

I'll call Derek and let him know I found it, she thought.

Erica started up the blackberry and searched for a note with Derek's hotel details. She knew he would have them in there somewhere. She didn't find anything in the phone list but she did notice something strange. Derek had their friends' numbers listed. There wan't anything odd about that, per se, but he didn't have their home numbers, he had the cell numbers for Janice and Samantha, but not their home or husbands' numbers.

At any rate, there wasn't anything about the hotel. Maybe it would be on the calendar. Erica looked at the calendar for the day he left and sure enough, the information was there. But there was something else that made Erica take the rim of her latte cup away from her mouth and slowly set it on the table. Using two hands, Eric manipulated the blackberry to examine the previous week, then several more weeks, and then months and months. She was shaken when she finally put the blackberry in her purse. She didn't call Derek.

Erica got up and left, leaving her latte behind. She started her car and started to back out but put it back into park. She began to cry, quietly at first, but within a minute she was sobbing. Several minutes passed before she got hold of herself. She started to put the car into gear, then burst out in anger, slamming both hands on the steering wheel.

"You bastard," she cried. "You dirty fucking bastard."

Eric could hardly see on the way home, but not for tears. Her vision was impaired by anger and pure, raw hatred. How could they? Those fucking bitches. Her so-called friends.

Samantha's Husband

She was surprised to see Bill still there when she looked out the kitchen window onto the deck. Her mind, now numbed, revived some of its anger but that quickly subsided. It wasn't Bill's fault. Bill was a nice guy and he was as much a victim as she was. She felt drained, and sad. A sympathetic sense of companionship with Bill welled up inside her. The poor guy, he doted on Samantha. Did he know? She doubted it. Nor,
probably, did Don. Erica was certain, looking at Bill working on her hot tub, that none of her friends' husbands knew their wives were fucking her's, and had been for a long time.

Erica walked out to say hi to Bill, trying to act as normal as possible, bringing him a tall, cold glass of beer.

"I'm sorry I took so long, Bill."

"No problem, Erica. Thanks," he said, taking the beer.

"Was there something wrong with the filter?" Bill should have been finished long ago.

"Yeah, kinda. The pump wasn't working right but I think I've got it now. I'll be out of your hair pretty quick now."

"Oh, don't go Bill," Erica implored, suddenly wanting him to stay. "We should test it out to make sure it keeps working. Have you done the chemicals?"

"Oh yeah. I put those in a long time ago. Almost two hours now," Bill looked at his watch.

"Perfect," Erica said. "You finish your beer, and I'll go get changed.

"I don't have a suit," Bill complained to Erica's retreating back. Too late, she was already in the house.

Bill was almost finished his beer when Erica reappeared carrying another tall one for him and a highball for herself. Erica could feel his appreciative eyes on her as she walked toward him in the skimpy bikini. The material was so thin it did little to hide what was underneath. Her long, blondish-red hair covered more of her body than her swimsuit but Erica, normally a bit prudish-this bikini had only been seen by Derek-wasn't in the mood to hide her body today.

There was a thin string joining the two cups of her top together, strung below and between the swell of her small breasts. Bill's eyes drank in her small cleavage with an intensity sufficient to count the individual freckles sprinkled across and between the upper swells of her breasts. Erica handed the beer to Bill, then turned her head sideways to look at the tub but kept her body facing squarely toward him. She took a sip of her drink, carefull to keep looking steadily at the hot tub so Bill was free to continue scanning her tits. She asked Bill to explain what was wrong, not once diverting her eyes from the tub, and managed to stretch, arching her back so her breasts strained upward against the flimsy bikini top.

Erica had no idea why she had deliberatively dressed so provacatively or why she was parading herself before him. Was she trying to get back at Samantha? Though she didn't want to admit using innocent Bill, Erica knew she was. It was wrong but Bill's attention felt good, made her feel attractive, something examining Derek's blackberry had ripped away from her.

"So, should we get in?"

"I don't...I don't have a suit."

"Just go in your underwear," Erica said in a voice that left little room for argument.

"I'll get us a couple more drinks. I want to be sure it's working for the party, Bill."

Erica knew Bill was watching her as she sauntered back to the house so she put an extra twitch at the end of each sideways sway. She stopped before reaching the house and, striking a movie-worthy pose, drained her glass. A wicked feeling spread through her, like a warm glow with hot tendrils spearing out from her groin. She had never done anything like this before. She wasn't sure what she was up to and, uncharacteristically,
she wasn't bothered that she didn't have a plan. This was fun and Erica wanted to play some more.

She was surprised that Bill wasn't in the tub when she returned; and then again, she wasn't. Erica set the drinks, two beer and two more highballs, on the deck beside the tub. Bill was standing awkwardly in his boxer shorts. Erica thanked god they didn't have polka dots, she wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face if they had.

"See," she said, looking at Bill's dark maroon boxers. "Those look just like a bathing suit."

Erica was pleased to see how much Bill's shorts swelled in front, a fact he was trying to hide by turning partly away from her. I'll bet he wishes he'd got into the tub.

Erica decided to have some fun with Bill. She stopped him as he tried to get into the tub, pulling him around to face her. She reveled in his discomfort as he visibly strained to rid himself of the problem he had grown watching her walking to and from the tub in her skimpy bikini.

"Bill, how much bigger did Samantha's breasts get the first time she was pregnant?"
Erica pushed her breasts out, forcing him to look at them. She put her hands under her breasts, cupping and providing a slight lift as she showed them to her former friend's husband.

"Oh, I don't know," Bill was obviously uncomfortable yet unable to take his eyes away from Erica's small but perfectly shaped gems. "Quite a bit, as I recall."

"Really?" Erica cooed. "That's great. I can use all the help I can get," she pushed her breasts up a bit more and twisted her torso, swaying her goods in front of Bill, laughing inside as his eyes followed her tits as if watching a tennis game.

"No," Bill blustered, "you don't need any help."

Erica laughed, a throaty, confidential laugh. "You mean, more than a mouthful's a waste, Bill?"

"No, no." Bill was really flustered now. "I didn't mean that."

Erica carried on in her sexy voice. "For Derek, anyway. I mean, for a bigger man like you, Bill, a woman would have to have more to offer."

"You don't need...I mean...your's are perfect." Bill looked exceedingly uncomfortable now but he still hadn't taken his eyes off Erica's chest.

"Oh, don't worry. You can't hurt my feelings, Bill. I'm just teasing." Erica couldn't have been more honest. "Let's get in, finish our drinks, and make sure this damn tub's going to keep working."

She started to turn away, then swung quickly back, stretching her hand out to place it on Bill's hip.

"Actually, why don't you take your boxer's off so you have something dry to put on when we get out." Erica tugged at the waistband of Bill's shorts. "I'll look away until you're in the tub," she said, turning away again and letting her hand scrape across the front of Bill's boxers.

My. He's way bigger than Derek.

Erica stepped into the hot tub and, to make sure Bill didn't back out, quickly unsnapped her top and flung it to the side on the deck. She leaned sideways to pick up her drink and stood up again, careful not to look back.

"Come on, Bill. Hurry up and get in so I can turn around."

As soon as she heard Bill get in, Erica turned around and sat down, beside rather than opposite and a little away so she could angle her knees toward him and let her feet brush against his. The water was just deep enough that Erica's nipples were submerged but dangerously near the surface. Bill was enthralled.

Erica reached behind Bill to get him a fresh beer. Half standing, she let her bare tits swing freely in front of his face. She didn't hurry and once her right nipple even brushed Bill's cheek.

Erica chatted away, being careful not to require a response from Bill so she didn't disturb his observations. She raised her foot right out of the water a couple of times to remark about how wrinkled her toes were getting, giggling and asking him if he was getting wrinkled. When she got Bill his last beer, she purposely let her tits bump against his face several times before sitting down.

"Jeez, Bill," she said. "I just realized, you're stark naked."

Bill seemed to stiffen up, surprised by her remark, so Erica went on.

"That's not fair, is it?" she added a bit of a slur into her words as she stood, sideways to Bill, and stretched to make the most of her small breasts with their long, perky nipples. Erica hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bikini and pushed it down. Bill had a brief glimpse of a jutting, bare bottom and a tuft of blondish, red hair that was darker than on her head. Erica sat down and tossed her wet bottoms onto the deck.

"There. We've done it. We never did go skinny-dipping in school. Wow, what a relaxing afternoon," Erica said, sitting back and spreading her arms wide, gripping the edge of the tub behind her, llowing her nipples to poke above the water. "Thanks for your help, Bill, and your company. I didn't feel like being alone this afternoon. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Anytime," Bill muttered, staring at her nips.

"But I guess we better call it a day soon, huh?" Erica asked, both of her feet finding and rubbing Bill's. "Drink up," she cried, grabbing her drink and tossing it back.

Bill complied and when he was done Erica stood and stepped out of the hot tub. Stark naked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she waited for Bill to get out.

"Come on, Bill. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. We're friends, remember? Special friends, now," she added.

Reluctantly, Bill got out. His embarrassment faded when he saw Erica waiting for him, full on, not trying to cover herself or turn away. His eyes, for once, tore away from her tits, down to her pussy on display complete with its neatly trimmed bush. While he was engaged with her lower charms, Erica noticed that Bill had an very nice erection, a long, thick, hard cock.

"Are you going to dress as Superman at the party, Bill?" Erica laughed. "Or The Hulk?"

Immediately, Erica turned and walked away before things got further out of hand. She didn't hurry. She let Bill enjoy the sight of her ass all the way to the house, walking in a way that exaggerated the roll of her cheeks. In the kitchen, she peeked out the window and confirmed what she had suspected—Bill hadn't started to dress until she was out of sight; he had been mesmerized and was still standing beside the hot tub holding his boxers, proof of his new-found infatuation wobbling at full mast in front of him.

Erica hadn't meant to do any of the things she'd done but it was all becoming part of a plan forming in her mind; a wicked plan of revenge.

Janice's Husband

The next day was Saturday, the day of the party. Erica expected Derek home late afternoon so she didn't have much time.

"Hi Don," Erica's voice was more cheerful than usual, even for the morning.

"No, I know Janice has taken the kids out to her Mom's," she said into the phone.
"Actually," she lowered her voice, "I was trying to get hold of you. I need your help."

"Anything?" Erica laughed, infusing her tone with nefarious implications. "Be careful, Don. I just may take you up on that." She and Don had engage in such banter before but this time her voice somehow offered a hint of something suppressed.

Having laid the seed, Erica returned her voice normal. "Anyway," she said, "I really need your help. I don't know if Janice told you but Derek and I are dressing as Dr. Jekyl and Mrs. Hyde and I need your advice on my costume. Derek won't be home until late and I know you have a good eye, I mean, fashion sense," Erica finished with another meaningful laugh.

"You will? Super, Don. Can you come over right away. I have so much to do."

"Perfect. See you soon." Erica hung up. The smile on her face wasn't pleasant.

Don arrived less than half an hour later. He was smaller than Samantha's Bill, the same height as Derek but with a slighter frame. Whereas Derek exuded a brash enthusiasm, there was an air of sophistication about Don. He liked to considered a suave man of taste. Erica was waiting at the door and handed him a large glass of Derek's best whiskey.
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