This story is different, more risquee than my other stories. Another
author, who wishes to remain anonymous collaborated with me on it and 
it allowed me to explore different sides. I hope you like it as much as 
I do. 

Jamie's pussy was still tingly, and a little sore as she dressed for the
Halloween party. God, she loved the way Steve fucked her in the shower, 
and she would have loved to drag him into the bedroom for 3 or 4 more 
hours of fucking. But Steve was on the board of a local charity, and 
scheduled to be emcee at tonight's party. She had to admit that it was 
very sexy that he took the obligation seriously, and truly enjoyed his 
work raising money for the charity. 

He was the best lover any woman could ask for, kind and gentle one
moment, aggressive and forceful the next. He was a man's man; he loved 
sports, especially football... but he also appreciated the finer things 
in life; theatre, wine, and clothes. She always marveled at the way he 
could work all day in the yard, strip out of his sweaty clothes, shower 
quickly, and be positively glowing in his tux in less than 45 minutes. 
And be incredibly handsome and sexy at each stage... especially in the 
shower, she smiled. 

And that's exactly where he was now as she rushed to finish getting
ready; downstairs in his tux - this time with a European medallion and 
a cape as accessories. Oh, and with pointy plastic incisors as well, he 
was the very picture of a very sexy vampire. Jamie had finished her 
hair and makeup in record time, and was now starting to dress. She 
paused in front of the mirror in just her black lace bra that barely 
contained her firm round breasts, and the matching thong that almost 
highlighted rather than hid her recently fucked pussy. She whispered to 
her reflection, "You are going to get the fucking of your life tonight 
Mr. Alexander, and you're married to just the woman who can do it too!" 
She smiled at her almost naked body, one last time; feeling her pussy 
moisten as she did. 

"Come on Babydoll, we're going to be late!" Steve's voiced boomed up the
stairs, in a gentle and yet firm voice. "I'll be right there, I just 
have to throw on this dress, and grab my shoes." Jamie responded as she 
wriggled into her costume. She had decided on the "Sexy Witch" outfit 
after much indecision and wavering. With its faux leather bustier and 
short skirt, it was very sexy; which she liked. But it also had an 
outer skirt of sheer lace that hung to the floor in several places, and 
a shawl to lessen the impact of the top. She had chosen it as the 
perfect compromise between sexy and ‘appropriate', not that the 4" 
heels she was wearing with it did anything to tilt the outfit in favor 
of ‘appropriate' she smirked. 

She stepped into her shoes before she dressed, and bent to buckle the
straps. Her sweet round tight ass was high in the air as she bent over, 
her long sexy legs straight. "What a lovely ass!" The sound of her 
husband's gasp made her look up, and she caught her reflection in the 
mirror. The tiny strip of black lace that had been covering her pussy 
lips had actually begun to slip between her swollen bare pussy lips. At 
the moment Steve wanted nothing more than to drop his pants and ram his 
rapidly swelling cock deep in his wife's cunt, and fuck her senseless. 
Jamie actually braced for him as she slowly rose up and looked at him, 
her hands on her hips. "Well, are you going to fuck me, or just stand 
there?" 

Steve actually paused to consider his wife's question before she
interrupted his thoughts, "don't worry baby, you'll get plenty of what 
you see before this night is through... but right now can you help me 
with my dress please?" Steve knew his wife loved to tease, and truth be 
told he loved that about her. But they also knew they had to get going 
before they succumbed to temptation, as they usually did. Steve held 
her dress for her as Jamie stepped through. He made sure he got to feel 
her body from many different angles as she did, and Jamie allowed 
herself to linger as he did. 

As Steve went to pull the dress up, they were both startled out of their
erotic haze by a long loud ripping sound as a large portion of the 
sheer outside skirting tore away. "OH NO! My dress ripped!! Now what am 
I supposed to do?? We should have already left 10 minutes ago!" Jamie 
was beside herself, not so much angry; but upset that she had spent so 
much time looking for JUST the right costume, and NOW it was torn.


Steve saw the tears welling in her stunning bright eyes, and felt his 
heart breaking for her. Suddenly, as he was looking at her, the answer 
was obvious. 

"Babydoll, you didn't need this part of the dress anyway... it was
covering your sexy legs. You'll look even sexier without it." Jamie 
looked in the mirror and realized that Steve was right; the dress 
looked better on her without the outer lace, and the torn remnants of 
it made the costume look even spookier... and sexier both. "You don't 
think it's ‘too much' for your party, do you?" she asked Steve in a 
sniffling little girl voice that melted him every time. "No baby, it's 
perfect... just like you." Jamie through her arms around his neck and 
kissed him deeply. "You are the smartest man in the whole world, and I 
am so glad I married you!" As he watched her walk across the room, 
Steve smiled at his sexy wife, "Me too." he thought. 

As they pulled up to the recently renovated Hilton in Steve's Saab, a
werewolf and the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz came out to greet them 
at the valet parking stand. As Steve came around the car and tried to 
hand the keys to the wolf, he completely ignored him. When Steve turned 
to see what had him so distracted, he saw where his full attention was 
diverted. Jamie had started to get up out of the low-slung car, and had 
to part her legs slightly to get enough leverage to stand. In that 
moment, anyone looking in her direction was treated to a spectacular 
view of Jamie's completely shaved pussy barely covered by the tiny 
piece of black lace that constituted her knickers. Jamie suddenly 
noticed where the men were looking and held down the hem of her dress 
as she rose. As the wolf reached out to take her hand and assist her, 
Steve could have sworn he saw his wife wink; "that little tease", he 
thought and a subtle smirk crept across his face. 

As Steve once again tried to hand the keys to either the wolf or the
scarecrow, he was told in a familiar voice, "I'm sorry sir, but you'll 
have to go park it yourself while I devour your sweet wife here."  
"Barney???" Steve laughed when he realized that the lecherous wolf was 
actually another member of his charity board... that would make the 
scarecrow Rob, another board member. Jamie rose up on her tiptoes to 
throw her arms around Barney's neck and kissed his wolf snout, "Hi 
there, Barney, how is my favorite wolf?" Barney just growled as he 
hugged her. He held her just a bit longer than he really needed to, 
enjoying the feel of her body in his arms, and coincidentally giving 
Rob a good long look at the spectacular ass cheeks tightly snuggled in 
her skirt. When Rob realized that Steve was looking at him, he blushed 
furiously. When he saw Steve smile, he just shrugged and all 4 walked 
inside to the party. 

"STEVIE!!!" a woman dressed like Elvira practically screamed as he came
into the room, and ran to embrace him, her sizable breasts wobbling 
under the open front costume. It was Joan, the morning deejay from the 
local radio station, and she made no secret of the fact that she found 
Steve to be incredibly sexy... even when she was on the air. Jamie was 
not crazy about her, not because she perceived Joan was any kind of 
competition for her. After all Jamie had a vastly superior body; to say 
Joan was a little ‘chunky' was a kindness. Not only that, but Jamie's 
face was also stunningly beautiful, where as Joan's was barely average. 
But Jamie disliked the kidding she had to endure from friends, 
co-workers, and even strangers at the gym, because of Joan's effusive 
crush on Steve. But Joan had done a lot to support the charity, 
although Jamie suspected it was as much so she had a reason to have 
Steve in the studio with her as it was for the kids. But it was a 
charity event, so Jamie smiled politely while Joan pawed her husband, 
knowing that Steve could probably see her entire breasts from where he 
was, although he didn't appear to be looking. Besides, her husband 
despised being called "Stevie" she smiled to herself. 

Not that Jamie wasn't enduring a gauntlet herself; every male board
member and patron who even casually knew Steve used the occasion as an 
excuse to embrace his sexy wife. A few had taken advantage of the open 
bar as well, and the booze made them a little freer with their hands. 
Not only was Jamie having trouble getting the men to look her in the 
eye, but many felt a certain need to rub her back and stop halfway down 
her lovely ass.. Suddenly, she was having second thoughts about 
discarding the longer outer skirt section so quickly. On the other 
hand, seeing the "radio slut" all over her husband seemed to allow her 
to more easily enjoy the attention from all the other men. 

As the dining room doors finally opened, they were both caught in the
sudden crush of bodies as over 300 costumed people pressed to be the 
first to claim their seats. Jamie was suddenly aware that she and Steve 
had been pushed in opposite directions, and she found herself 
surrounded by a civil war general, Chewbacca from Star Wars, 
Frankenstein's monster and other assorted party goers. She never liked 
crowds very much and was feeling very claustrophobic and panicky. 

She also became aware that whoever was directly behind her was pressed
firmly against her, and his cock seemed to be swelling rapidly. As she 
squirmed to get away from his clinch, he continued to work himself even 
more aggressively against her. She was horrified to realize her dress 
was being lifted, exposing her naked ass to the rubbing of his cloth 
covered erect penis, even as they continued moving slowly toward the 
dining room. She tried to turn around, but the crush of the crowd made 
it impossible, and she could feel his hard cock clearly as he wedged it 
between the cheeks of her uncovered ass and began to grind against her 
harder. 

She quickly realized her squirming was probably exactly what he wanted,
and was actually getting himself off. But when his hands actually came 
around and grabbed her hips she was just about to scream for help, when 
suddenly... he was gone as quickly as he had come. She watched as he 
pushed his way through the crowd, only a black cape and a hint of a 
white mask visible as he disappeared. She pushed the thought out of her 
mind, as she pulled her hem down, and held it securely. She glanced at 
the clock, barely 3 minutes had passed; it had seemed like hours. 

Had it been her imagination, or had a man actually gotten himself
aroused by rubbing against her ass in the middle of a crowd? The 
thought was both extremely disturbing, and yet highly erotic at the 
same time. Just then, her mind spinning with possibilities, she was 
shocked from her thoughts as her hand was grabbed. She reflexively 
recoiled from the unseen attacker grabbing at her, and prepared to hit 
her unseen assailant. 

"Jamie, what are you doing??" It was Steve. "Did you see the guy in the
cape?" Jamie asked breathlessly. Steve laughed "Only about 50 or 60 of 
them. Why?" Sill unsure of exactly what she had experienced, she just 
muttered, "Nothing... it's not important." Steve was confused, but 
shrugged "Come on babydoll, our table is over this way." She was so 
incredibly relieved to see him, she wanted to just throw her arms 
around him, and tell him not to let her out of his sight again, but he 
was already leading her by the hand now as they made their way to the 
head table. 

They were the last ones to make it to their seats, and the other men
stood as Jamie came into view. In addition to Barney and Rob and their 
wives, neither of whom cared much for the younger and prettier Jamie, 
the chairman of the board Paul also joined them. Paul was an older man, 
maybe in his late fifties, and had joined the board several years ago 
after he lost his wife to cancer. He was tall and well built; but it 
was his piercing blue eyes that made Jamie shiver. Paul was a good 
friend to Steve, but made no secret of his affection for Jamie. Jamie 
had gotten to know him after his wife was gone, and found him to be 
both charming and warm in an almost paternal manner. 

She certainly felt incredibly honored to have her seat at the head
table, especially the one between Paul and Steve, arguably the two most 
attractive men in the room. Although she quickly realized that Paul's 
height probably allowed him to see down her low cut top, especially 
when he was standing at the podium. Unlike the incident with the creep 
in the crowd however, it made her almost proud to have the attention of 
a successful and handsome man like him. 

During dinner both men rested their hand on her back of her chair as
they talked over the top of her, Paul making the greater effort to 
include Jamie in the conversation. But a few times Jamie felt his huge 
hand clamp onto her thigh under the table, although it was easy to push 
it aside and pretend nothing had happened. Despite his size, Jamie was 
confident she could handle any situation that might come up with Paul. 
Steve would have had to be blind to miss the way his friend was 
practically groping his wife, but it was easy to dismiss it as "just 
Paul's way", whereas he probably would have decked any other man. 

As the evening wore on, both Jamie and Steve as the official ‘hosts' of
the event were very much in demand as dance partners as well. At one 
point Jamie looked over to see Miranda from the country club dancing 
much too close, pressing her new 38D breast implants against Steve. 
"That bitch may actually spill out of her Wonder Woman costume at any 
moment," thought Jamie. She was tempted to go cut in, but she saw Mrs. 
Bartlett, a wealthy wrinkled socialite in a Marie Antoinette dress and 
fancy dress mask, had beat her to it. A moment later Edna was copping a 
feel of her man's ass, and Jamie laughed as he struggled to remain 
composed. Many of these women had written sizable checks just to have 
an opportunity to dance with him, and they often joked about how much 
Mrs. Bartlett and others might pay to get him in their beds. Jamie had 
little doubt that the old woman's dreams tonight would be filled with 
visions of fucking Steve. As would hers, come to think of it. The 
difference being that she planned to actually fuck him to exhaustion. 
"What chance do you have ladies?" she giggled to herself. 

On the other hand, Steve was less amused to watch the parade of the
wealthy letches that lined up to grind against his desirable wife. 
There seemed to be no end of the line of assorted cowboys, pirates, and 
miscellaneous monsters waiting to dance close with and hoping to cop a 
feel of the sexiest woman in the room. Jamie handled it all with the 
same grace and elegance that she handled all social situations; a 
cordial smile, a gentle reminder of where hands belonged, and an 
occasional casual inquiry in to the health of their darling wife. 
Usually that was more than enough to stop the touchy-feelies but if 
that didn't stop them, she simply walked away and left them alone on 
the dance floor... usually with a boner. 

Jamie was starting to grow a little weary of the constant onslaught from
the men with the "Roman hands" when she a man in a Phantom of the opera 
mask came over and offered his hand in the international gesture for 
"may I have this dance", but never said a word. Nonetheless Jamie 
allowed him to lead her to an empty spot on the dance floor, and he 
pulled her tight as the band started into a slow waltz. Spooked a 
little by the silent demeanor and the eerie mask, Jamie tried making 
conversation to no avail. He danced well, and was obviously confident 
on the dance floor, and Jamie quickly relaxed and allowed him to lead 
her around the floor as he held her tight. With no wandering hands to 
fend off, Jamie's mind wandered to thoughts of her plans for Steve when 
they got home. 

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she realized what she was feeling. The
Phantom was apparently having fantasies of his own as well, and his 
cock had begun to grow rigid in his pants. At least that's what she 
thought she was feeling as he continued to pull her tightly against 
him, making his arousal obvious. But the Phantom held her even tighter 
as they danced, his throbbing cock wedged between her legs, now 
unmistakably erect. He still hadn't said a word, but seemed to be 
making a low moaning noise. Jamie was panicking as he began to rub the 
swollen rod against her, hitting her clit each time he did. She willed 
her body not to respond, but in her already aroused state she was 
quickly losing that battle, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter 
by the second. Just a few more strokes, she thought, and she would 
actually be cumming in the middle of the dance floor, aided by the feel 
of the huge cock of a costumed stranger. It was so wrong, but she felt 
powerless to stop it. 

Suddenly the Phantom pulled away from her. Jamie looked up to see why he
had stopped the delicious stimulation of her dripping pussy. Instead of 
the eerie mask of the Phantom, she was staring into the bright hazel 
eyes of her husband. "Steve...? What's going on?" 

"Are you ok babydoll? I thought I'd come rescue you before that guy
started actually humping you out here on the dance floor, so I cut in. 
Who is he anyway?" 

Jamie's head was spinning with a thousand different thoughts, and she
had to force herself to focus. 

"I don't know... don't you know who he is? It's your party." Jamie was
both confused and a little indignant that Steve felt the need to 
‘rescue' her once again. At the same time, she told herself she was 
glad that he did... 

"I think you need to be more careful with guys like that, Jamie" Steve
said in a serious voice. "Ol' Phantom there looked like he wanted more 
than just a dance with you." Jamie relaxed when she realized he wasn't 
angry and hadn't realized the Phantom had actually aroused her. "We 
don't need any more scandals tonight babydoll. Why don't you come with 
me while I thank a few people and pull the raffle tickets." 

"I'd go anywhere with you, Mr. Alexander." Jamie whispered, then kissed
her husband deeply as the song ended. They made their way across the 
ballroom arm in arm like a couple of horny high school kids, Jamie even 
copping a feel under Steve's cape as they walked. As they climbed the 
steps of the stage where the band was set up, the rest of the crowd 
began to gather and pressed in tight so they were looking up at the 
handsome couple as Steve spoke into the microphone. 

"Thank you all for coming out tonight to help support us." Steve
started. As he went on, Jamie watched her husband with tremendous pride 
and admiration. Besides handling all of the publicity for them, He was 
also the spokesperson for the charity... for obvious reasons. Jamie 
watched as he held the audience spellbound while he talked about the 
children they had helped, and pleaded for continued financial support. 

As Steve spoke, Paul joined them onstage, standing off to the side with
Jamie. She could smell the booze on his breath as he whispered to her 
"He's so good at this, we're very lucky to have him." Jamie smiled 
politely and nodded vigorously, then applauded along with the crowd as 
Steve acknowledged several outstanding volunteers. "He's lucky too 
Jamie, to have a sexy wife like you" Paul continued and rubbed her back 
as he did. "I'd give anything to have a woman like you" his breathing 
was heavier now as his hand slid down her back. She gasped as his hand 
slid under her skirt and cupped her naked ass, and he moaned as he 
fondled her. 

Just then Steve introduced Paul, and he stepped forward to acknowledge
the applause. Jamie took the opportunity to also step forward to 
Steve's side as he stood aside to let Paul take the microphone. She was 
standing to Steve's right as they stepped to the left side of the stage 
and ended up right at the edge of the stage itself. As they listened to 
Paul speak, Jamie felt herself being watched, and looked down only to 
see several men and a couple of women looking up at her. She returned 
the smiles of Barney and Rob, and she noticed someone standing to the 
side of them, closer to the stage. The handsome man in the Phantom mask 
was looking at her as well, a grin playing across his lips, his bright 
eyes sparkling in the footlights. She could still see the lust in his 
eyes, but it was only when he winked up at her, that she realized... he 
could see right up her skirt! 

Jamie was immediately horrified at the thought that a complete stranger
could see up her skirt, and even worse - all the arousal from the 
night's events had swollen her pussy and her lips were open and wet. As 
a result, they were actually protruding on either side of the thin 
sliver of lace covering them... much of her bald pussy was exposed to 
his lustful gaze. To make matters worse, Steve had decided to take 
advantage of this opportunity as Paul spoke to surreptitiously caress 
her ass, using his cape to keep his actions just out of the view of the 
audience. His touch was driving her wild, and the more excited she 
became, the more her pussy opened. 

Slowly it crept up on her... she was actually excited at the thought
that his handsome stranger could see her pussy. Between the thoughts in 
her head, and the touch of Steve's hand on her burning skin, she was 
incredibly aroused! The nectar in her pussy began to flow freely, and 
her lips swelled even further. She could only imagine the sight that he 
was now being treated to, something akin to a lace ribbon through a wet 
flower. She wished Steve would throw her down and fuck her right there 
on the stage while the crowd cheered him on. It took all her strength 
to resist reaching down and rubbing her dripping cunt until she 
exploded for her gawking audience. 

Mercifully, Paul stopped speaking, and Steve had to quickly pull his
hand away as attention shifted back to him. Jamie skirted away from the 
edge of the stage, carefully avoiding getting too close to Paul at the 
same time. As Steve began to read the winning raffle numbers, Jamie 
turned to retrieve the prizes from the table where they were on 
display. She tried to be as discreet as possible not wanting anyone 
else to get a glance at her wet pussy. But the thought of him watching 
was exciting to her and she bent a little further until the round 
globes of her ass were just barely visible under her skirt. It was only 
the sound of Steve clearing her throat that snapped her out of her 
erotic trance, and back to reality. 

Steve recognized the look on Jamie's face immediately, and truth be
told, her exhibitionistic streak excited him as much as did her. As 
they made their way off stage to thunderous applause, it was Steve's 
turn to whisper to his sexy wife. "You naughty little slut, I can't 
believe the way you show that cunt off to strangers. When we get home, 
I am going to put you over my knee and spank that sweet ass you love 
showing off. Then I will fuck you for hours... until you scream my name 
out loud and beg me to stop!" he moaned in her ear. 

The effect of his words was immediate and dramatic; she felt her
wide-open pussy soak the front of her knickers, which was now completely 
surrounded by her dripping pussy lips. Jamie had reached her breaking 
point, she knew she had to have Steve right then and there or she would 
surely burst. She grabbed him by the hand, and led him into a dark 
alcove behind the stage. She turned and faced her life's desire, kissed 
him deeply and with real hunger, then dropped to her knees before him. 

"I need you Steven... right now, and more than I have ever needed
ANTHING in my entire life!"  She unbuckled his belt as he looked around 
making a feeble effort to protest. "But Jamie...someone could see..." 
He surrendered to the mouth that was now covering his cock.  She 
grabbed him and sucked him with such hunger.  He was instantly hard. 

Her small hand wrapped around his shaft and slipped him right into her
mouth, taking in all of him. She sucked at his delicious cock as her 
hand followed with long strokes; the tip of her tongue licked the tip 
of his manhood as she stroked him harder finally swallowing him up 
again.  The warmth and moisture of her mouth drove him crazy, the fact 
that anyone could come looking for them and catch his sexy wife blowing 
him put him in a daze.  He knew the thought turned her on as well and 
that is why she was doing it. 

From the corner of his eye, he spotted the outline of someone behind the
curtain; he tried to concentrate on who it was, but as Jamie's tongue 
and mouth did wonders, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.  "I 
have wanted to suck this cock all night.  While those creeps pawed at 
me, I could only think of this beautiful thick cock and how much I 
wanted to taste it". 

"If you think this is it for tonight, you can think again babydoll..."
Her tongue licked up and down the full length of him before heading 
down to his balls...She lowered herself a little and opened her mouth 
wide before sucking and nuzzling at them.  Steve opened his eyes again 
and saw the figure behind the curtain; it was the Phantom!  He was 
enjoying the show...his and Jamie's show.  And the way Jamie's was 
bent, her skirt lifted practically over her hips, he knew the concealed 
stranger could see her bare ass and her cunt.  That thought just about 
drove him over the edge, and his cock began to swell even more in his 
wife's mouth. 

"Cum for me Steven...cum in my mouth, the way all those other men would
have liked to."  Her words, the Phantom staring at his wife's pussy, 
the thought of the men pawing at her fueled him.  "You little whore, 
you liked being watched don't you?"  He slipped one hand in her golden 
mane and turned her face slightly so she could see the Phantom. She 
almost stopped but he held on to her determined to give the Phantom his 
show...after all isn't that what she wanted? 

"Suck me good and swallow every last drop, you wouldn't want to
disappoint your audience, would we?"  She was surprised at Steve's 
exhibitionistic behavior but she was more than happy to comply with his 
demands. 

She sucked him harder and faster until she felt his engorged member
about to explode. Steve held on to Jamie's head to make sure she would 
take in all of him. "Take it all you little slut!"  His body 
contracted, then shivered and his big cock began to explode in her 
mouth. She felt his hot semen blast out of his cock like a fire hose 
and slide down her throat, as she swallowed as fast she could. Again 
and again he erupted in her hot mouth, and again she swallowed his 
load. He shivered again, spent, but not before a last dollop of cum 
spilled into her mouth and trickled down her chin.  She got up in a 
flash, not yet completely out of her erotic trance; but almost 
embarrassed that the Phantom has watched the whole thing. 

"What a good girl you are Jamie."  She seemed a little angry. "That
wasn't fair Steven." 

He laughed as he zipped himself up. "Not fair?  You showed your pussy
and ass to half a dozen men and that's fair?  The score is even now 
Jamie. You saved yourself from a spanking" 

She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed, the thought of
being spanked had appealed to her. 

"Kiss me," He demanded as he grabbed the back of her head and pressed
his lips to hers. She surrendered to his embrace and returned his kiss 
passionately. 

"Come on, Babydoll... let's say our goodbyes and head home." 

"You go ahead, let me freshen up and I'll meet you in a few minutes." 
Steve disappeared behind the curtain and Jamie straightened her clothes 
and ran her fingers through her hair.  She thought she heard a noise 
and felt someone behind her. 

"Steve?" She turned to speak to her husband, but instead found herself
face to face with the Phantom.  She froze as she stared into his 
beautiful dark eyes. They were both icy cold and yet, oddly compelling 
at the same time. He stepped forward toward her, invading her personal 
space, and she retreated a step.  She didn't speak. The lust she had 
detected in his eyes earlier was still present; with his pupil dilated, 
his gaze fixed solely on her. She was backed against the wall.  She 
wanted to scream, but she found she couldn't. She wanted Steve to 
rescue her again as he always did, but he was out there in the midst of 
the guests. 

The Phantom slipped his leg in between her thighs and parted them
slowly. She was frozen, her eyes locked with his. His hand moved 
smoothly under her skirt and slipped into her wet knickers.  He felt the 
nubile flesh with his fingers and cupped her mound, his eyes never 
leaving hers. Jamie closed her eyes and gasped at the feeling of his 
soft hands on her wet pussy. He smiled at her response. 

In one quick motion, he spun her around and pressed her against the
wall. He pressed against her, demonstrating how hard she had made him. 
Her eyes flew open; it was HIM that had groped her in the crowd! She 
tried to turn around and confront him, but she seemed incapable of 
moving. As he lifted up her skirt exposing her bare ass, he pushed her 
legs apart with his feet.  His hand moved her g-string aside.  He 
rubbed one ass cheek at first then the other before sliding his hand 
down to her pussy from behind.  His hand cupped her bald pussy making 
her moan in pleasure.  His hand massaged her cunt up and down and Jamie 
felt dazed, almost drunk and incapable of stopping what was happening. 

She had just blown Steve and was incredibly aroused, and now the
handsome masked stranger was stroking her cunt; she was on fire and 
begging for release.  She was soaked as his finger glided in between 
her cum slickened lips and he thrust one finger inside.  She gasped.  
His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, her hands were resting on 
the wall to help keep her up.  She tilted her head back.  His finger 
danced inside her wet open cunt as she moaned slightly and pushed back 
against his hand. 

He pumped his finger in and out of her with speed, his mouth close to
her ear he whispered his first words in a deep bass voice.  "Cum for me 
witch!"  Her body quivered as her pussy squeezed the finger inside. She 
squeezed her legs together to prolong the wonderful sensation.  He 
pumped her cunt harder and faster.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned as 
she exploded again and again. He slowed his pace as her orgasm 
subsided.  She tried to catch her breath as he removed the finger from 
her now dripping cunt.  He lowered her skirt and turned her back around 
to face him. He was grinning as he stared into her eyes, and slowly 
raised his moist finger to his lips. As he tasted her juices from his 
finger, he moaned, "Mmmmmmmm" Jamie stared in astonishment at just how 
sexy it was to watch him do that. 

Jamie tried to focus once again, trying to determine if what had just
happened was real or a dream.  Just then Steve appeared through the 
curtain. 

"Jamie!  We're waiting for you, come on!" 

Panicked at the thought of what had transpired, she looked back to the
Phantom, but he was gone. She glanced up and down the hallway, but 
there was no sign of him 

Jamie followed her husband back to the party to say their goodbyes, and
found him with Bill, the ballroom manager. Steve smiled as she appeared 
and then said to her, "Jamie wait until you hear this.... Bill was just 
telling me about the fire they had at a Halloween party like this one 
back in the 80's." 

Bill sized up Jamie, quickly surmised why she and Steve were backstage
and smiled. Bill was instantly smitten with her as many men were, and 
he was eager to impress her with his knowledge of local history. "It 
was actually on Halloween night; the fire started in the kitchen, but 
quickly spread to the ballroom where a huge costume ball was being 
held. They thought everyone had gotten out safely, and they decided it 
had become too dangerous, so they just let it burn." Both Steve and 
Jamie were fascinated to hear the rest. 

Bill continued, "everyone was horrified when a guy in a Phantom of the
Opera mask appeared at the window.... He was on fire, pounding on the 
window and screaming for help until the flames consumed him and he 
disappeared." "Wow!" both of them gasped at the same time, but Bill 
continued. "The odd thing was, they never did find his body in the 
rubble. Nobody really knows what happened to it." 

Just then an outside door blew open and the stage curtains billowed in
the breeze. All three turned to look and saw what appeared to be a man 
standing on the balcony above the stage. The outside door slammed shut, 
and all three spun in surprise. When they looked back, the man was 
gone. "Where did he go? Was that the guy in the Phantom mask we saw 
earlier?" 

Bill's face went pale "what guy? I worked the door tonight; there was
nobody in a Phantom mask. We don't allow any of those since we 
reopened; it freaks the old timers out too much. Trust me... nobody got 
in tonight with a Phantom mask." 

Jamie just shivered at the sudden drop in temperature, and felt her
nipples harden. "Steven... I think its time to go."