October 30, 2025 • 37 mins
Mary's "slutty mummy" costume has one purpose: to get her husband, Paul, to finally see her again. But when he dismisses her for a work party on Halloween—their favorite holiday—she's left feeling devastated and unwanted. At a masked ball, she almost finds the passion she craves in another man's arms... until Paul shows up. He's finally realized what he's been missing, and he's not letting her go. On a dark, private balcony, raw confessions lead to even rawer public passion as they finally learn to say exactly what they truly want.
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/roxy-s-erotic-whispers--6561938/support.
Introducing Roxy's Bookshop!
Download an ebook version of select episodes at Amazon. They're free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers!
Swipe Right (all six episodes in a full novel-length ebook!)
The Five Year Kiss
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/roxy-s-erotic-whispers--6561938/support.
Introducing Roxy's Bookshop!
Download an ebook version of select episodes at Amazon. They're free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers!
Swipe Right (all six episodes in a full novel-length ebook!)
The Five Year Kiss
Mark as Played
Transcript
Episode Transcript
Available transcripts are automatically generated. Complete accuracy is not guaranteed.
Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there.
Speaker 2 (00:00):
This is Annie and I play Emma in the Swipewright
series of episodes here on Roxy's Erotic Whispers. I just
wanted to let you know that Roxy has all of
the Swipewright stories now available in a deluxe e book.
You can find it on Amazon at Roxy dot show
slash swipe Right All one word. If you enjoyed the
(00:21):
swipe Right episodes, you'll love reading ebook.
Speaker 3 (00:26):
Hello, my lovelies, I'm Roxy Callahan and you are listening
to my Erotic Whispers, the podcast where I celebrate women's desire,
sexual empowerment, and freedom to enjoy all the pleasures of sex.
I cover a wide range of sexual connections on my podcast,
from friends that become lovers to women embracing desire and
(00:48):
giving in to that casual fuck that they want and need.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
This week's episode is.
Speaker 3 (00:54):
The latest in my Passion for the Holidays series, and
of course we celebrate Halloween. Halloween is one of my
favorite holidays and this story captures so much of the
spirit of the holiday to me. I love how it's
the centerpiece and bring the couple's relationship back to a
place where they connect in every way. Our stars this
(01:15):
week are Ella and Gabe. Finally, Please note that this
podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1 (01:25):
I didn't realize things had gotten so bad between my
husband and me. Sure I knew Paul and I had
drifted apart, but Halloween was our favorite holiday, and now
we were going to be spending it at separate parties.
It scared me. I truly love Paul, but our life
had become so distant. We both worked long hours, and
(01:47):
when we got home, we wandered off to different parts
of the house doing different things, and when we finally
crawled into bed together, if I was lucky, we'd have
a quick fuck to at least maintain the illusion that
a relationship still had passion. Despite that, I had always
felt that our relationship was fixable. We loved each other,
(02:08):
we didn't really fight, and we still had fun together.
I was convinced that if we had just focused on
reconnecting and enjoying each other instead of work and our
individual interests, we could regain our intimacy. Even as the
day slipped by, I clutched at that hope. As I
got ready for Halloween alone. However, it felt like something
(02:31):
worse than drifting apart. It felt like a betrayal. Spending
Halloween apart was something that we simply should not have
allowed to happen. We'd betrayed each other. Halloween was always
our holiday. We dressed up and drank too much and
went to parties and had fun. We would plan our
couple's costumes and enjoy the comments from friends. We'd attend
(02:54):
Halloween masks and make out on the dance floor. Sometimes
we'd surprise each other with costumes I couldn't possibly wear
in public. It was fun, and yet here we were.
Paul was going off to a party for work. Well,
I was going off to a party thrown by one
of our oldest friends, Amy. I don't think either one
of us even bothered to object. To make matters worse,
(03:18):
both were masked balls. Paul and I loved Halloween masks,
with the hint of fox, anonymity, slow dancing, and always
too much alcohol. It was all in good fun. But
the masks always seemed to allow us to live the
illusion of being a touch more daring than we were,
and that always led to moments that weren't just erotic,
(03:39):
but were intimate and fun as well.
Speaker 4 (03:42):
Jesus, Mary, isn't that costume a bit slutty.
Speaker 1 (03:46):
Paul had walked into the bedroom as I was adjusting
the white gauzy material that was wrapped around my body.
I was going as a mask mummy. I had a
normal decorative mask for my face, while below my neck
I had on the mummy bandages. I had left a
lot of skin showing in my midriff and around my
thighs and legs and arms. I wasn't wearing a bra,
(04:06):
as I had what can optimistically be called small, perky breasts,
and the brawl would have just looked horrible. Under the
gazzy bandages, I appeared closer into the mirror. I wondered
if my nipples could be seen through the material. I
don't fucking care, I thought, as I spun around the
face Paul, like you have some room to talk? Is
that even appropriate for a work party? Paul was wearing
(04:29):
what could best be described as a construction worker costume
as interpreted by a male stripper. He was covered in
makeup that made it look like grime and dirt, but
he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his work pants were ripped,
exposing his thighs. It doesn't help that his body looks
hot in a costume. He had on his mask under
a hard hat.
Speaker 4 (04:49):
I'm a construction worker. It gets hot outside him they
take off their shirts. I don't think i've ever seen
a mummy with half her ash shilling.
Speaker 1 (04:57):
I spun around and looked in the mirror, adjusting the
bandages near my hip. HI costume was pretty scandalous. I
grinned as I wondered if Paul noticed I wasn't wearing
panties either. Whatever, Paul, go have fun at your work party.
I'm going to enjoy being with our friends. He didn't
say anything, but just turned and walked out. A few
minutes later, I heard the door slam. I took another
(05:21):
look in the mirror the truth that I was kind
of going for slutty. We both had worn costumes like
this before, but they always ended up in a pile
at the base of the bed. Later in the evening,
we would dress in other costumes and go out to
enjoy the holiday. I wanted Paul to look at me
and want me if he didn't end up slowly unwrapping
me in the bedroom. I wanted him to picturess dancing together,
(05:44):
each of us behind our masks and pretending that we
didn't know each other. I wanted him to pull me
clothes and the entire time know that the only thing
between my body and his was a thin layer of gauze.
But he walked out of the room, out of the house,
and out of my holiday. I showed up at Amy's house,
(06:05):
or should I say her estate. Her husband was an
investment banker, and she had this six thousand square foot
mansion that literally had a ballroom on the second floor.
I assumed that they stopped making ballrooms and houses sometime
in the seventeen hundreds, but I was glad to be
proven wrong. Amy put on the best parties. Of course,
it was a big party, with dozens of people attending.
(06:27):
I had a white mask with two feathers extending from
the top, and of course my mummy costume. Beyond the
fact that masks like that never properly hid what you
really look like, I was easy to spot regardless due
to my distinctive straight red hair. Amy ran up.
Speaker 5 (06:42):
Mary.
Speaker 1 (06:44):
I held my forefinger up to my lips. Shit, you'll
give away my identity.
Speaker 5 (06:49):
A sorry, is that even you? I just took a
wild gas. In fact, I really have no idea who
that beautiful redhead could be.
Speaker 1 (06:57):
She gave me a gentle shove on the shoulder, and
I laughed. Annie was wearing a white embroidered flowering dress
that was quite beautiful. Of course, its beauty was somewhat
marred by the knife that extended from the middle of
her chest and the red bloodstains that extended from the
knife down the front. Let me guess you've been stabbed
in the heart. She clutched her hands against her chest
(07:18):
next to the knife. Yes, my beloved betrayed me, she
smiled and looked me up and down.
Speaker 5 (07:25):
And you are clearly King Tod's sex slave.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
Just a mummy, a mill thin a mummy. I'd like
to I get it, I interrupted with a smirk, slapping
at her arm. Ami laughed, and she avoided my playful slap.
Speaker 5 (07:41):
Bumb Paul isn't here, But I guess I understand work
and all that.
Speaker 1 (07:46):
Yeah, work and all that. Amy saw a couple of poaching.
Well I have to go be the hostess. Enjoy yourself. Okay,
don't be all MOPy that Paul isn't here. I mean,
look at you.
Speaker 5 (07:57):
You are by far the hottest woman here, she went,
and also the nearest to naked. Go find some young
stud to dance with. She moved off, but then turned
around and smiled. Just be careful not to make any
quick movements. It won't take much to have all those
bandages fall off you, and then your costume will be
Lady Godiva.
Speaker 1 (08:16):
Wait. I walked over to Amy and whispered, can you
tell him not we're in underwear. I wasn't sure if
I wanted her to answer nowhere. Yes, Amy laughed.
Speaker 5 (08:27):
Darling, half your ass is showing, and I could tell
it was cold outside just by looking at your chest
when you walked in.
Speaker 1 (08:33):
She patted me on the arm and wandered off to
welcome her newest guests. Okay, maybe I went a little
too daring. I wandered down her entry hall to the
staircase that led to the ballroom. I took great care
walking up the steps, as Amy was right. My pandages
kept wanting to slip down, and I had to struggle
to keep my ass cover with each step. The ballroom
(08:54):
was already crowded, and the walk to the bar at
the other end of the ballroom was kind of exhilarating.
With the step, I could see guy staring at me
while the women were giving me cool looks. It was
nice to find I have someone looking at me with
lust in his eyes. I stood behind a man and
a Superman costume as I waited for a drink. I
let my eyes wander over his body, which filled out
(09:16):
the costume nicely. I particularly enjoyed his tight ass. I
wann't mind being carried to safety in those arms, I thought.
Superman turned around with a glass of clear liquor in
his hand and immediately stopped cold as he looked at me.
It was Brendan, a casual friend that Paul and I
knew from college. I had a small crush on him
(09:36):
when I was a junior. But for as sexy as
Brendan was, Paul was sexier, smarter, and the man I
fell in love with still, Brandon was pretty damn hot.
Speaker 6 (09:47):
Whoa Mary, Damn you look fantastic.
Speaker 1 (09:51):
I watched as his eyes took my entire body in
Nice to see you, too, Brendan. I smiled sweetly. Oh, sorry,
but you I really do look fantastic. He gave me
a sheepish smile, which was really cute. I was clumsily
trying to compliment you. I touched his arm. I'm just
teasing you. Thank you. You look great too. I don't
(10:14):
know many men who can pull off Superman, but you
are definitely one of them. Brendan smiled, which made him
look even more handsome. He looked around, So where's Paul. Oh,
we're And at that moment, I felt like I was
at a crossroads, and my thoughts were all jumbled. I
was excited at the attention from Brendan. It was a
(10:36):
turn on to have somebody clearly attracted to me. Paul
didn't seem to want me anymore. If I said the
right thing, maybe there was an opportunity with Brendan. But
that was wrong, wasn't it. I was married and that
was cheating. But my marriage was dying or already dead.
But just seeing what someone else was like guarantee the
doom of Paul's in my marriage. But then maybe he
(10:59):
would be a good fuck and we could just keep
it secret. No one would know. After all, Paul and
I hadn't it sex in almost two months. I deserved
a good fuck. All of those thoughts filled my mind
in that portion of a second after I said we're
we're separated, and in saying the words, I was both
thrilled and scared. Shitless. What did I just do? I mean,
(11:23):
we're still living together and married, but well, I took
a deep breath. We're figuring things out. Brendan nodded, I
get it. Relationships are hard. He was about to say something,
but I held up a finger. Look, I need to
get a drink. It's kind of hot in here. It's
kind of hot in here. Jesus, Mary, why didn't you
(11:44):
just come right out and say that you want to
fuck him? Backpedaling, I added, I'll see you later. Okay,
sure thing. Brendan's eyes wandered down to my chest.
Speaker 6 (11:54):
You really do look great.
Speaker 1 (11:57):
I mumbled a thanks and grabbed a double whiskey, coping
it down quickly. Nice job, Mary, You're definitely going to
fuck some stranger and ruin your marriage if you get drunk.
I took another drink. Is that bad? I replied to myself.
Amidst the jumble of confused thoughts, I stood over to
the side of the ballroom, trying to look in conspicuous.
(12:18):
I was still a tangle of indecision. The idea of
Brendan was really hot, but the reality of jettisoning my
marriage scared me. People were slowly starting to dance, and
I enjoyed watching all the various costumes moving to various
contemporary songs. A slow dance came on. Couples wandered out
onto the dance floor.
Speaker 6 (12:40):
Hey, would you like to dance?
Speaker 1 (12:42):
It was Brendan who had approached from my left. A
slow dance isn't bad, I told myself. Hell, I've slow
danced with other guys while Paul was at parties with me. Sure, Brendan,
that sounds nice. I took his hand and walked out
to the dance floor. It's just a dance, I reminded myself.
The moment Brendan pulled me close, I realized it wasn't
(13:03):
just a dance. This was erotic, consensuous, with our bodies
touching in a moving embrace. I couldn't pretend that there
wasn't sexual tension with every move. I took a breath
and wrapped my hands around Brendan's waist, holding them above
his ass with my forearms resting on his hips. I
didn't realize how loose my bandages were until Brendan slid
(13:24):
his hands around me and placed them at the top
of my button on my skin. The fingers of his
right hand were practically in my butt crack. I didn't
stop him. In fact, I rested my head on his
shoulder as we swayed to the music. This is nice.
Our bodies seemed to really be in tune. I'd like
how his fingers were tantalizingly close to crusting my ass,
(13:48):
and my fingers were inches from grabbing him. I liked
the feel of his muscular chest against my cheek.
Speaker 6 (13:54):
This is very nice.
Speaker 1 (13:56):
Brendan slid his fingers down to where they were under
bandages and clutching my I lowered my hands and grabbed
his ass. At that moment, I felt his cock bulge
inside the stretching material of his costume and press against
the thin bandages covering my own crotch. The thought that
there was barely any material at all between his cock
(14:17):
and my pussy sent a thrill through me. As I
felt his tight ass, I asked myself if I could
actually cheat on my husband. Just as I thought the words,
he crabbed my ass and pulled our crotches together. Oh god,
he's so hard. I could definitely fuck that. The song ended,
and I lifted my head from Brendan's chest and looked
(14:38):
at him more oh yeah, a lot more. That elicited
us smile from him, and he pulled me close while
I once again rested my head on his shoulder. Brendan
continued where he left off. He slid his hand further
down under my bandages, his palm cupping my entire ass.
Speaker 6 (14:57):
God, and you have such a tight bond. Mary.
Speaker 1 (15:00):
I toyed with the idea of slotting my hand around
the front and giving Brendan's caucus screeze, but I resisted. He, however,
didn't seem to have any such reservations. He slipped his
hand further down under my bandages. Oh my god, he's
going to slid a finger in my pussy. I shuddered,
my excitement overwhelming my fear.
Speaker 4 (15:20):
Excuse me, may I cut in?
Speaker 1 (15:22):
There was a tap on my shoulder and I jerked
my head back and looked to my left.
Speaker 6 (15:26):
Oh holy shit, hi, Paul.
Speaker 1 (15:28):
Brendan said, as he yanked his hand away from my
ass and backed.
Speaker 6 (15:31):
Up, just enjoying a dance with Mary by all means.
Cut in.
Speaker 1 (15:36):
I was petrified. Paul was standing there in his flat
black mask with studs around the outer edge, which looked
kind of hot at home, looked ominous with him standing
next to Brendan. Did Paul see my hands holding his ass?
Did he see Brendan's hands wandering down under my bandages?
Speaker 4 (15:53):
Don't worries Brendan. He's an awesome dancer. Glad to see
she's enjoying herself.
Speaker 1 (15:59):
Paul slapped Bred on the shoulder.
Speaker 4 (16:01):
And glad you enjoyed the dance too.
Speaker 1 (16:04):
And with a forcefulness. That was a bit of a
turn on. Paul gave Brendan a friendly shove and turned
his back to him. He looked down on me and
held out his arms. I tentatively put my arms around him.
We danced, our bodies close but not touching in the
intimate way that Brendan and mine did. Paul didn't say anything,
and it was scaring me. Was he playing head games?
(16:26):
Did I just ruin us? Was he being an asshole?
What was I thinking when I was with Brendan? The
uncertainty was killing me. So I looked up at Paul's eyes.
I'm sorry, Bush.
Speaker 4 (16:39):
This is a mask ball. The secrets behind the masks
have to remain secrets.
Speaker 1 (16:44):
He loked down on me and smiled. You look so
incredibly beautiful, He smiled under his mask.
Speaker 4 (16:52):
I'm glad I came at that moment.
Speaker 1 (16:55):
I was full of several feelings, gratitude, love, guilt, and
more than anything, a strong feeling that I had married
not just the sexiest guy I knew, but the best.
He knew that our marriage was rocky, passionless, even, and
he came to Amy's party to surprise me, And when
he saw me practically begging a guy to fuck me,
(17:17):
he understood that it was, more than anything, a cry
for what we had lost. And you are by far
the handsomest, sexiest guy here. I stepped closer to Paul,
and I laid my cheek against his chest, loving the
fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt and that I
could feel my skin against his. I rested my hands
(17:39):
on Paul's ass, not in a sexual way, necessarily, but
in the way that two people comfortable with each other's
bodies would touch each other. Paul didn't grab my ass
like Brendan did. He did something much sexier. His left
hand slid up my back until his fingers were intertwined
in my hair. His right hand slid down and firmly
(17:59):
but rested on the curve of my butt. The combination
of him running his fingers through my hair and caressing
the soft skin of my ass was wonderful. The song
ended and I looked up into Paul's eyes. They were
glittering in the light.
Speaker 4 (18:16):
I'm so sorry, No.
Speaker 1 (18:19):
I'm sorry. My eyes brimmed with tears. He used his
hand to firmly pull my head up toward his, and
he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips.
He went to pull away, and I threw myself up
and kissed him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck.
My lips parted and I loved feeling my tongue lightly
touch his wed let our tongues dance as we pulled
(18:41):
each other close. I fell away and Paul stared at me.
I looked up at him. No apologies, he nodded his head.
From now on, we come first, No apologies and no excuses.
I wanted to sound firm and want to sound forceful,
like a guardian of our relationship. But a tear fell
(19:05):
down my cheek as I said it. He touched my
cheek with his palm and wiped my tear away with
his thumb.
Speaker 4 (19:12):
No apologies, no excuses, no tears.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
He smiled, and a net smile was the man that
I loved and lusted after my whole life. The song started,
this time dropping his hands down to where they firmly
held onto my ass. I did the same, and I
love feeling as hard muscular ass move under my fingers
as our body swayed.
Speaker 4 (19:33):
You can't possibly understand how hot you look and that costume.
Speaker 1 (19:39):
Paul clutched my ass and pulled me hard against his crotch.
I could feel his cock through his jeans and was
easy to tell it was rock hard, even through the
thick denim. You said it was kind of slutty. It
is height pinched his ass.
Speaker 4 (19:55):
Hey, I'm a dude. Slutty is a compliment.
Speaker 1 (19:58):
I knew he didn't mean it as a compliment earlier,
but I also knew that he was doing his best
to apologize in his own way. No apologies. We danced
through the remainder of the song and into the next one,
quiet and just enjoying holding each other. It was hot
having our bodies pressed against each other, but the moment
was also romantic. It was as if we were both
(20:21):
relearning what it was like to be physically intimate. The
next song started, and amidst the silence between us, the
doubts started to creep in. This was just a dance. Sure,
Paul was sexy as hell, and I loved him holding me.
But I had always felt that he came to me
at Amy's party and that counted for something. But it
(20:42):
just felt like we had so much to talk about first.
Our relationship needed more than a slow dance to fix.
I finally looked up at Paul. What are we doing? Paul?
He looked into my eyes.
Speaker 4 (20:56):
Dancing holding each other.
Speaker 1 (20:58):
He tilted his head and the way I had forgotten,
he did and asked, is there a problem? We have
lots of problems. We no longer spend time together. We
don't talk, we don't make love. Hell, we don't even
kiss or touch. The Paul from earlier in the evening
would have made a poorly timed joke about fixing the
sex part, but the Paul that was holding me had
(21:20):
the most intense look on his face. You're right, I
could have cried over a sincere admission. It was something
he had ignored or avoided for months. I nodded, slightly,
lifting his hand up. He stroked my cheek with the
back of his fingers.
Speaker 4 (21:36):
We have a lot of work to do. But I
think the fundamental problem is that we just haven't prioritized
each other. You said it yourself. We need to come first, work, friends, family.
It just seems like we make time for everyone but ourselves.
Speaker 1 (21:51):
We've chirsted apart. Paul nodded. A fast song came on,
and Paul stepped back and took my hand.
Speaker 4 (21:59):
Let's talk.
Speaker 1 (22:00):
He led me out the back door and we went
down a hall to the back balcony. There was one
other couple out there, but the chill was too much
for most. I was freezing as I was wearing nothing
more than gauze.
Speaker 4 (22:12):
You're calt. It's okay, we should go back inside.
Speaker 1 (22:17):
He tugged on my arm. No, we need to talk
and I want the privacy.
Speaker 4 (22:22):
Okay, here, I'll try to keep you warm.
Speaker 1 (22:24):
Paul put his arms around me as if we were dancing.
I snuggled up against his chest. I was going to
tell him how hard we would have to work to
turn our relationship around dinners together, date nights, more physical intimacy,
which didn't have to always be sex. But before I
could speak, he pulled me into a tight hug.
Speaker 4 (22:44):
I saw how Brendon was touching you.
Speaker 1 (22:46):
My heart fell. Oh shit, Paul, I'm so sorry.
Speaker 6 (22:51):
It's just that.
Speaker 4 (22:52):
No, no apologies. You needed someone to touch you like that,
and I wasn't there. I haven't been there. I don't
blame you.
Speaker 1 (23:02):
He loosened his hug and looked me in the face.
Speaker 4 (23:05):
Do you know why I left the word party?
Speaker 1 (23:08):
You missed me?
Speaker 4 (23:09):
No? I mean yes, it's complicated.
Speaker 1 (23:13):
He was simoned for a long time, but when I
didn't say anything, he sighed.
Speaker 4 (23:18):
It's difficult. One of the women at work saw me
at the party alone and started coming on to me.
Speaker 1 (23:25):
Well, that's not surprising. He looked like he just walked
out of some construction worker hunk calendar.
Speaker 4 (23:31):
Well, we were sitting next to each other and she
started running her hand on my leg, and before I
knew it, she was running her hand over my crotch.
And I had two thoughts.
Speaker 1 (23:41):
I was numb. I had enjoyed having Brendan touch me,
but hearing that Paul had experienced the same thing filled
me with irrational jealousy. I'm not sure if I want
to know what those thoughts were.
Speaker 4 (23:53):
You do. The first was that I was really enjoying
the sexuality of it. The way she touched me felt good.
I missed it.
Speaker 1 (24:02):
Why are you saying this? I was thinking that Paul
wanted privacy so it could break up with me using
maximum cruelty without others watching.
Speaker 4 (24:11):
There's a point to this. She really wanted me, and
that was something that I also missed. I wanted to
be wanted, and that leads me to the second point.
I didn't want her to want me. I wanted you
to want me.
Speaker 1 (24:27):
I had lowered my head to hide the tears that
were threatening to fall, but his last few words made
me look up into his eyes. He was staring at me,
the most serene and loving look in his eyes. He
caressed my back with his hand.
Speaker 4 (24:41):
He needs you to want me.
Speaker 1 (24:43):
For the millionth time that day, I was a jumble
of emotions. I had felt the same way when Brendan
was feeling me up. I liked it. I wanted to
feel more of that. But there was another feeling, one
which I thought it was guilt, but in hindsight I
thought might have been more like loss. I was getting
(25:04):
what I wanted, only from the wrong person. I do
want you. Let's sit down, I need to think. Paul.
Let me go and walked over to an iron bench
that was thankfully covered in thick cushions. I shivered as
I sat down, and Paul put his arm around me.
As he sat next to me. I folded my hands
and dropped them between my legs. I stared straight ahead.
(25:28):
My voice was firm and commanding when I spoke, I'm
not mad. In fact, I can't be mad, as I
did the same thing, so I understand. I glanced at Paul,
who was nodding. What I don't understand is how you
could think that I don't want you. I turned and
looked him up and down. You are so hot, I
(25:49):
drool over you when you get out of the shower. Hell,
I've tossed enough hints that I've wanted to have sex
with you over the last few months. I'm thinking that
I should just jump right out and say, please fuck
Meaul just stared at me and shook his head seriously.
I frowned, Yes, you jerk, Seriously, he thinks this is funny.
Speaker 4 (26:09):
No, I was just going to say that over the
last couple of months, I've tossed every hint I can
think of to let you know I wanted to have sex,
but you didn't see him interested.
Speaker 1 (26:18):
Seriously, it was my turn to be shocked. I couldn't
think of one hint, he tossed, not.
Speaker 4 (26:25):
One, but now, who's being the jerk?
Speaker 1 (26:28):
He smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same.
He started to stroke the back of my neck with
his fingers, and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
We can't be this sadly oblivious. There has to be
more going on.
Speaker 4 (26:42):
No doubt, we were tired, we were distracted. We didn't
pay off attention to each other.
Speaker 1 (26:48):
Paul placed his finger out of my chin and lifted
it so I could look at him. He looked unbelievably
gorgeous in the moonlight, with his rugged shin and black
hair framing his intense yet kind eyes. Even the black
man accented his handsomeness.
Speaker 4 (27:02):
But we'll fix that well.
Speaker 1 (27:04):
A good start would be to be a bit more
obvious about when we want to fuck each other. I
used the word fuck on purpose. I could get really
down and dirty with Paul, but when talking about sex
ball we had our clothes on, I preferred to say
that we were going to make love now. However, I
knew that we both missed the raw passion we wanted
by not being direct enough. I didn't mind asking Paul
(27:27):
to fuck me. Actually, I love the idea of asking
Paul to fuck me. It was raw, It was passionate.
It perfectly described the desire I often felt for him.
So how did I fail to make that clear? Why
didn't I just ask him to fuck me? Paul stared
at me, the intensity in his eyes an enormous dirn on.
(27:48):
Without saying anything, he slid his hand down to the
gauze that was lightly covering my chest. My nipples were
hard in the cold, and with a single fingertip, he
lightly crushed one through the thin material. A spark of
pleasure jolted me.
Speaker 4 (28:04):
Is this obvious enough?
Speaker 1 (28:06):
He lightly squeezed my nipple, which made me catch my breath.
He lifted his other hand and started to cress my tits.
I glanced around, but thankfully we were alone on the balcony.
My heart was beating fast, and the part of me
that like to say we made love was nervous about
being caught all. The part of me that said I
wanted to fuck was excited about going further. I ate
(28:28):
to go further. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're
getting at. Could you be a bit clear, Paul? Pulled
his hands away.
Speaker 4 (28:38):
Hmm, how can I reword this?
Speaker 1 (28:41):
I shuddered as Paul placed his hand on my knee
and then slit it up my thigh.
Speaker 4 (28:46):
Is this perhaps a bit more obvious?
Speaker 1 (28:49):
He slid his hand between my legs and against my pussy.
With gentle pressure, he stroked me through the gauze. I'm sorry,
but I'm still not getting you. You just aren't being
clear at all. I said the words, even though I
was sure that Paul could feel how wet I was
through the gauze. I reached over and slid my hand
between his legs. Here, let me show you how to
(29:11):
properly send the message. I ran my hand up and
down the front of his pants, feeling Paul's hard cock
stranding against his jeans. Now, this is me kind of
hinting at the message, but it isn't quite clear yet.
I reached over and unbuttoned the top of Paul's pants.
Sometimes a message can have multiple meanings. I pulled the
zipper down and slid my hand inside his pants. His
(29:34):
cock was pushing so hard against his briefs that there
was a gap at the top.
Speaker 4 (29:39):
All that feels so good.
Speaker 1 (29:41):
Good, We're getting there. I stood up in Paul's hands
slid away from between my legs. I turned faced Paul
and then leaned forward, putting one hand on each of
his knees. I hope the message is getting clear. I
reached forward, grabbed Paul's pants and briefs, and tugged them
down to his knees. His cock was rock hard and
(30:02):
ready for me.
Speaker 4 (30:03):
For the message is pretty darn clear.
Speaker 1 (30:05):
I placed a finger to my lips. You need to
really listen to get the full meaning of a message.
I knelt down between Paul's legs and took his cock
in my hand. I stared at it as I stroked it.
I adored Paul's cock. I loved it in my mouth
and my pussy between my tits. I wanted that back.
(30:27):
I needed that back. Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips
around the tip and slid it in and out, my
tongue caressing the underside. I pushed my head forward until
I felt him pressing against the back of my mouth,
and then I slid him out. I ran my tongue
around the tip, pausing at the bottom to flick my
tongue back and forth each time. Paul's body jerked in pleasure.
(30:50):
The moment was so incredibly erotic. There was this very
real danger of me being caught giving my husband a blowjob.
I loved that. In some vocative part of my mind.
There was also the fact that Paul had an amazing
body and a nice hard cock, and then there was
the fact that he was incredibly turned on by me.
(31:11):
I missed turning Paul on. I slipped my left hand
between my legs. I stroked my pussing klit as I
sucked Paul's cock. I paused and looked up. He was
slouched back, his body lost in pleasure, but his eyes
were staring at me. I love when you watch me
suck your cock. I kissed the tip. Okay, there was
(31:33):
one final clarification to my message. I pushed his cock
against his hard abs and leaned down and licked his balls.
I gently sucked on one, and then ran my tongue
up and down Paul's cock before sucking the other one.
After giving the tip of Paul's cock one more kiss,
I stood up. I leaned forward, kissed Paul on the lips,
(31:54):
and then slid my mouth to his ear. I'm still
not sure it was clear enough In case you were
wondering the message is this? I want you to fuck me.
I went to pull away, but Paul grabbed my wrist
with his hand. His grip was iron. He placed his
mouth near my ear.
Speaker 4 (32:14):
About ten feet behind you was a stone railing. Walk
over to it, place your hands on the top, and
bend forward.
Speaker 1 (32:22):
He slid his hand between my legs and pushed his
fingers against my pussy.
Speaker 6 (32:26):
I shuddered, your message was clear.
Speaker 1 (32:29):
Walking over to the railing, I took a deep breath.
This is the most erotic night I've ever experienced in
my life. I placed my hands on the cold stone
and leaned forward. There were a few couples walking around
the pool below. It made me think to glance around,
but there was no one else on the balcony. A
moment later, Paul was behind me without a word. His
(32:50):
hand was at the top of my ass, grabbing the gauze.
I had done my best to wrap my body well,
but Paul was right. The alption barely covered me and
was incredibly slippy. I was thankful for that as Paul
tugged the gauze down, exposing my ass. Paul put his
hand on my hip and I watched a couple kiss
in the moonlight. At the same time, Paul's hard cock
(33:11):
was pressed against the top of my ass. All they
have to do is turn around and they'd see me
about to be fucked. I closed my eyes and savored
the feeling as Paul lowered his body and his cock
slid down my ass and then between my legs. He
caressed my ass, and then I felt his hand holding
his cock against my pussy. He lightly stroked my lips
(33:34):
with his cock, and I let out a light moan.
He slid the tip between my pussy lips, but didn't
do more than that. Oh God, don't tease me. I
want you to fock me. Please fuck me, and with
a thrust, his cock was inside me. The motion was
so fast it made me catch my breath as the
friction in fullness gave me a bolt of pleasure.
Speaker 4 (33:56):
Fuck, you were so wet.
Speaker 1 (33:58):
He slid his cock in and out. I slipped my
right hand between my legs and touched Paul's cock, feeling
it spread my lips and slide between my fingers as
it thrust inside me. I reached further back and crested
Paul's balls as he thrust in.
Speaker 4 (34:12):
All that feels so good.
Speaker 1 (34:14):
I played with his cock and balls for a bit
as he fucked me slowly, my cheek resting on the
cold stone of the railing as Paul grasped my hips
with his hands. I slid my fingers up to my
clit and stroked it as he started to thrust faster.
He was fucking me hard and fast, and the heat
from my finger playing with my clit was getting me
close to orgasm. Oh, don't stop fuck me, Paul, fuck
(34:37):
me hard. It was a delicious feeling as Paul's cock
slid deep inside me while his hips and thighs slapped
against my ass and legs. I'm coming, he moaned, as
his fingers clutched my hips tighter. I stroked my clip
faster and felt my own orgasm rising. Don't you dare
stop fucking me? Fuck Paul, I'm coming too. I couldn't
(34:58):
help myself and started the moan yes, yeah, yes. As
Paul died out a small moan of his own. My
orgasm erupted in a wave of pleasure that made my
legs go weak. Paul kept fucking me, and I couldn't
take much more as I was in pleasure overload. But
just as I was going to push back on his hips.
He shoved his cock deep inside me and held it.
(35:20):
I felt his muscles tense. I loved it when Paul came.
I could feel his cock throb with each shot of coum,
and the way he went from all of his muscles
being tense to total relaxation was so hot. I loved
making him feel that much pleasure. As both of us
breathed heavily, Paul slid his cock out of my pussy
(35:43):
and stepped back. I stood up straight, feeling Paul's come
dripped down into my costume bandages. I tugged on the
bandages and did my best to cover myself, but the
gods had come loose, and over half my ass was
showing some kind of a mess. I turned, You're perfect.
Paul was buttoning the top of his jeans. He walked
(36:06):
forward and helped me with a gauze at the front.
When he was done, he looked at me and smiled.
Speaker 4 (36:11):
I understood your message, You.
Speaker 1 (36:14):
Sure did, I smiled. I'm not satisfied, however, Paul raised
an eyebrow. I'm going to be even more clear with
my message in.
Speaker 6 (36:23):
The future, more clear than that.
Speaker 1 (36:26):
I leaned forward and kissed him on the side of
his mask. I'm just going to go right to telling
you I want you to fuck me.
Speaker 4 (36:33):
I'll do the same.
Speaker 1 (36:35):
I stepped back and paused. I still had come tripping
into the gauzy bandages. I'm going to need to get home.
There's no way I can stay here like this.
Speaker 4 (36:45):
We can go down the balcony steps and walk up
the driveway. That way will be in the dark and
avoid most people.
Speaker 1 (36:51):
I nodded. It was the kind of walk that college
students have back to their dorm room after hooking up
at a party that we were doing. It made me smile.
We held hands as we walked through the dark. This
may have been my favorite Halloween ever. I squeezed Paul's hands.
Speaker 4 (37:08):
I'm thinking tomorrow will be even better.
Speaker 1 (37:11):
I glanced at him, how so he smiled.
Speaker 4 (37:16):
You understand when I send a message.
Speaker 3 (37:24):
Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
tenth Muse Studio.
Hey there.
Speaker 2 (00:00):
This is Annie and I play Emma in the Swipewright
series of episodes here on Roxy's Erotic Whispers. I just
wanted to let you know that Roxy has all of
the Swipewright stories now available in a deluxe e book.
You can find it on Amazon at Roxy dot show
slash swipe Right All one word. If you enjoyed the
(00:21):
swipe Right episodes, you'll love reading ebook.
Speaker 3 (00:26):
Hello, my lovelies, I'm Roxy Callahan and you are listening
to my Erotic Whispers, the podcast where I celebrate women's desire,
sexual empowerment, and freedom to enjoy all the pleasures of sex.
I cover a wide range of sexual connections on my podcast,
from friends that become lovers to women embracing desire and
(00:48):
giving in to that casual fuck that they want and need.
Speaker 1 (00:53):
This week's episode is.
Speaker 3 (00:54):
The latest in my Passion for the Holidays series, and
of course we celebrate Halloween. Halloween is one of my
favorite holidays and this story captures so much of the
spirit of the holiday to me. I love how it's
the centerpiece and bring the couple's relationship back to a
place where they connect in every way. Our stars this
(01:15):
week are Ella and Gabe. Finally, Please note that this
podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1 (01:25):
I didn't realize things had gotten so bad between my
husband and me. Sure I knew Paul and I had
drifted apart, but Halloween was our favorite holiday, and now
we were going to be spending it at separate parties.
It scared me. I truly love Paul, but our life
had become so distant. We both worked long hours, and
(01:47):
when we got home, we wandered off to different parts
of the house doing different things, and when we finally
crawled into bed together, if I was lucky, we'd have
a quick fuck to at least maintain the illusion that
a relationship still had passion. Despite that, I had always
felt that our relationship was fixable. We loved each other,
(02:08):
we didn't really fight, and we still had fun together.
I was convinced that if we had just focused on
reconnecting and enjoying each other instead of work and our
individual interests, we could regain our intimacy. Even as the
day slipped by, I clutched at that hope. As I
got ready for Halloween alone. However, it felt like something
(02:31):
worse than drifting apart. It felt like a betrayal. Spending
Halloween apart was something that we simply should not have
allowed to happen. We'd betrayed each other. Halloween was always
our holiday. We dressed up and drank too much and
went to parties and had fun. We would plan our
couple's costumes and enjoy the comments from friends. We'd attend
(02:54):
Halloween masks and make out on the dance floor. Sometimes
we'd surprise each other with costumes I couldn't possibly wear
in public. It was fun, and yet here we were.
Paul was going off to a party for work. Well,
I was going off to a party thrown by one
of our oldest friends, Amy. I don't think either one
of us even bothered to object. To make matters worse,
(03:18):
both were masked balls. Paul and I loved Halloween masks,
with the hint of fox, anonymity, slow dancing, and always
too much alcohol. It was all in good fun. But
the masks always seemed to allow us to live the
illusion of being a touch more daring than we were,
and that always led to moments that weren't just erotic,
(03:39):
but were intimate and fun as well.
Speaker 4 (03:42):
Jesus, Mary, isn't that costume a bit slutty.
Speaker 1 (03:46):
Paul had walked into the bedroom as I was adjusting
the white gauzy material that was wrapped around my body.
I was going as a mask mummy. I had a
normal decorative mask for my face, while below my neck
I had on the mummy bandages. I had left a
lot of skin showing in my midriff and around my
thighs and legs and arms. I wasn't wearing a bra,
(04:06):
as I had what can optimistically be called small, perky breasts,
and the brawl would have just looked horrible. Under the
gazzy bandages, I appeared closer into the mirror. I wondered
if my nipples could be seen through the material. I
don't fucking care, I thought, as I spun around the
face Paul, like you have some room to talk? Is
that even appropriate for a work party? Paul was wearing
(04:29):
what could best be described as a construction worker costume
as interpreted by a male stripper. He was covered in
makeup that made it look like grime and dirt, but
he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his work pants were ripped,
exposing his thighs. It doesn't help that his body looks
hot in a costume. He had on his mask under
a hard hat.
Speaker 4 (04:49):
I'm a construction worker. It gets hot outside him they
take off their shirts. I don't think i've ever seen
a mummy with half her ash shilling.
Speaker 1 (04:57):
I spun around and looked in the mirror, adjusting the
bandages near my hip. HI costume was pretty scandalous. I
grinned as I wondered if Paul noticed I wasn't wearing
panties either. Whatever, Paul, go have fun at your work party.
I'm going to enjoy being with our friends. He didn't
say anything, but just turned and walked out. A few
minutes later, I heard the door slam. I took another
(05:21):
look in the mirror the truth that I was kind
of going for slutty. We both had worn costumes like
this before, but they always ended up in a pile
at the base of the bed. Later in the evening,
we would dress in other costumes and go out to
enjoy the holiday. I wanted Paul to look at me
and want me if he didn't end up slowly unwrapping
me in the bedroom. I wanted him to picturess dancing together,
(05:44):
each of us behind our masks and pretending that we
didn't know each other. I wanted him to pull me
clothes and the entire time know that the only thing
between my body and his was a thin layer of gauze.
But he walked out of the room, out of the house,
and out of my holiday. I showed up at Amy's house,
(06:05):
or should I say her estate. Her husband was an
investment banker, and she had this six thousand square foot
mansion that literally had a ballroom on the second floor.
I assumed that they stopped making ballrooms and houses sometime
in the seventeen hundreds, but I was glad to be
proven wrong. Amy put on the best parties. Of course,
it was a big party, with dozens of people attending.
(06:27):
I had a white mask with two feathers extending from
the top, and of course my mummy costume. Beyond the
fact that masks like that never properly hid what you
really look like, I was easy to spot regardless due
to my distinctive straight red hair. Amy ran up.
Speaker 5 (06:42):
Mary.
Speaker 1 (06:44):
I held my forefinger up to my lips. Shit, you'll
give away my identity.
Speaker 5 (06:49):
A sorry, is that even you? I just took a
wild gas. In fact, I really have no idea who
that beautiful redhead could be.
Speaker 1 (06:57):
She gave me a gentle shove on the shoulder, and
I laughed. Annie was wearing a white embroidered flowering dress
that was quite beautiful. Of course, its beauty was somewhat
marred by the knife that extended from the middle of
her chest and the red bloodstains that extended from the
knife down the front. Let me guess you've been stabbed
in the heart. She clutched her hands against her chest
(07:18):
next to the knife. Yes, my beloved betrayed me, she
smiled and looked me up and down.
Speaker 5 (07:25):
And you are clearly King Tod's sex slave.
Speaker 1 (07:29):
Just a mummy, a mill thin a mummy. I'd like
to I get it, I interrupted with a smirk, slapping
at her arm. Ami laughed, and she avoided my playful slap.
Speaker 5 (07:41):
Bumb Paul isn't here, But I guess I understand work
and all that.
Speaker 1 (07:46):
Yeah, work and all that. Amy saw a couple of poaching.
Well I have to go be the hostess. Enjoy yourself. Okay,
don't be all MOPy that Paul isn't here. I mean,
look at you.
Speaker 5 (07:57):
You are by far the hottest woman here, she went,
and also the nearest to naked. Go find some young
stud to dance with. She moved off, but then turned
around and smiled. Just be careful not to make any
quick movements. It won't take much to have all those
bandages fall off you, and then your costume will be
Lady Godiva.
Speaker 1 (08:16):
Wait. I walked over to Amy and whispered, can you
tell him not we're in underwear. I wasn't sure if
I wanted her to answer nowhere. Yes, Amy laughed.
Speaker 5 (08:27):
Darling, half your ass is showing, and I could tell
it was cold outside just by looking at your chest
when you walked in.
Speaker 1 (08:33):
She patted me on the arm and wandered off to
welcome her newest guests. Okay, maybe I went a little
too daring. I wandered down her entry hall to the
staircase that led to the ballroom. I took great care
walking up the steps, as Amy was right. My pandages
kept wanting to slip down, and I had to struggle
to keep my ass cover with each step. The ballroom
(08:54):
was already crowded, and the walk to the bar at
the other end of the ballroom was kind of exhilarating.
With the step, I could see guy staring at me
while the women were giving me cool looks. It was
nice to find I have someone looking at me with
lust in his eyes. I stood behind a man and
a Superman costume as I waited for a drink. I
let my eyes wander over his body, which filled out
(09:16):
the costume nicely. I particularly enjoyed his tight ass. I
wann't mind being carried to safety in those arms, I thought.
Superman turned around with a glass of clear liquor in
his hand and immediately stopped cold as he looked at me.
It was Brendan, a casual friend that Paul and I
knew from college. I had a small crush on him
(09:36):
when I was a junior. But for as sexy as
Brendan was, Paul was sexier, smarter, and the man I
fell in love with still, Brandon was pretty damn hot.
Speaker 6 (09:47):
Whoa Mary, Damn you look fantastic.
Speaker 1 (09:51):
I watched as his eyes took my entire body in
Nice to see you, too, Brendan. I smiled sweetly. Oh, sorry,
but you I really do look fantastic. He gave me
a sheepish smile, which was really cute. I was clumsily
trying to compliment you. I touched his arm. I'm just
teasing you. Thank you. You look great too. I don't
(10:14):
know many men who can pull off Superman, but you
are definitely one of them. Brendan smiled, which made him
look even more handsome. He looked around, So where's Paul. Oh,
we're And at that moment, I felt like I was
at a crossroads, and my thoughts were all jumbled. I
was excited at the attention from Brendan. It was a
(10:36):
turn on to have somebody clearly attracted to me. Paul
didn't seem to want me anymore. If I said the
right thing, maybe there was an opportunity with Brendan. But
that was wrong, wasn't it. I was married and that
was cheating. But my marriage was dying or already dead.
But just seeing what someone else was like guarantee the
doom of Paul's in my marriage. But then maybe he
(10:59):
would be a good fuck and we could just keep
it secret. No one would know. After all, Paul and
I hadn't it sex in almost two months. I deserved
a good fuck. All of those thoughts filled my mind
in that portion of a second after I said we're
we're separated, and in saying the words, I was both
thrilled and scared. Shitless. What did I just do? I mean,
(11:23):
we're still living together and married, but well, I took
a deep breath. We're figuring things out. Brendan nodded, I
get it. Relationships are hard. He was about to say something,
but I held up a finger. Look, I need to
get a drink. It's kind of hot in here. It's
kind of hot in here. Jesus, Mary, why didn't you
(11:44):
just come right out and say that you want to
fuck him? Backpedaling, I added, I'll see you later. Okay,
sure thing. Brendan's eyes wandered down to my chest.
Speaker 6 (11:54):
You really do look great.
Speaker 1 (11:57):
I mumbled a thanks and grabbed a double whiskey, coping
it down quickly. Nice job, Mary, You're definitely going to
fuck some stranger and ruin your marriage if you get drunk.
I took another drink. Is that bad? I replied to myself.
Amidst the jumble of confused thoughts, I stood over to
the side of the ballroom, trying to look in conspicuous.
(12:18):
I was still a tangle of indecision. The idea of
Brendan was really hot, but the reality of jettisoning my
marriage scared me. People were slowly starting to dance, and
I enjoyed watching all the various costumes moving to various
contemporary songs. A slow dance came on. Couples wandered out
onto the dance floor.
Speaker 6 (12:40):
Hey, would you like to dance?
Speaker 1 (12:42):
It was Brendan who had approached from my left. A
slow dance isn't bad, I told myself. Hell, I've slow
danced with other guys while Paul was at parties with me. Sure, Brendan,
that sounds nice. I took his hand and walked out
to the dance floor. It's just a dance, I reminded myself.
The moment Brendan pulled me close, I realized it wasn't
(13:03):
just a dance. This was erotic, consensuous, with our bodies
touching in a moving embrace. I couldn't pretend that there
wasn't sexual tension with every move. I took a breath
and wrapped my hands around Brendan's waist, holding them above
his ass with my forearms resting on his hips. I
didn't realize how loose my bandages were until Brendan slid
(13:24):
his hands around me and placed them at the top
of my button on my skin. The fingers of his
right hand were practically in my butt crack. I didn't
stop him. In fact, I rested my head on his
shoulder as we swayed to the music. This is nice.
Our bodies seemed to really be in tune. I'd like
how his fingers were tantalizingly close to crusting my ass,
(13:48):
and my fingers were inches from grabbing him. I liked
the feel of his muscular chest against my cheek.
Speaker 6 (13:54):
This is very nice.
Speaker 1 (13:56):
Brendan slid his fingers down to where they were under
bandages and clutching my I lowered my hands and grabbed
his ass. At that moment, I felt his cock bulge
inside the stretching material of his costume and press against
the thin bandages covering my own crotch. The thought that
there was barely any material at all between his cock
(14:17):
and my pussy sent a thrill through me. As I
felt his tight ass, I asked myself if I could
actually cheat on my husband. Just as I thought the words,
he crabbed my ass and pulled our crotches together. Oh god,
he's so hard. I could definitely fuck that. The song ended,
and I lifted my head from Brendan's chest and looked
(14:38):
at him more oh yeah, a lot more. That elicited
us smile from him, and he pulled me close while
I once again rested my head on his shoulder. Brendan
continued where he left off. He slid his hand further
down under my bandages, his palm cupping my entire ass.
Speaker 6 (14:57):
God, and you have such a tight bond. Mary.
Speaker 1 (15:00):
I toyed with the idea of slotting my hand around
the front and giving Brendan's caucus screeze, but I resisted. He, however,
didn't seem to have any such reservations. He slipped his
hand further down under my bandages. Oh my god, he's
going to slid a finger in my pussy. I shuddered,
my excitement overwhelming my fear.
Speaker 4 (15:20):
Excuse me, may I cut in?
Speaker 1 (15:22):
There was a tap on my shoulder and I jerked
my head back and looked to my left.
Speaker 6 (15:26):
Oh holy shit, hi, Paul.
Speaker 1 (15:28):
Brendan said, as he yanked his hand away from my
ass and backed.
Speaker 6 (15:31):
Up, just enjoying a dance with Mary by all means.
Cut in.
Speaker 1 (15:36):
I was petrified. Paul was standing there in his flat
black mask with studs around the outer edge, which looked
kind of hot at home, looked ominous with him standing
next to Brendan. Did Paul see my hands holding his ass?
Did he see Brendan's hands wandering down under my bandages?
Speaker 4 (15:53):
Don't worries Brendan. He's an awesome dancer. Glad to see
she's enjoying herself.
Speaker 1 (15:59):
Paul slapped Bred on the shoulder.
Speaker 4 (16:01):
And glad you enjoyed the dance too.
Speaker 1 (16:04):
And with a forcefulness. That was a bit of a
turn on. Paul gave Brendan a friendly shove and turned
his back to him. He looked down on me and
held out his arms. I tentatively put my arms around him.
We danced, our bodies close but not touching in the
intimate way that Brendan and mine did. Paul didn't say anything,
and it was scaring me. Was he playing head games?
(16:26):
Did I just ruin us? Was he being an asshole?
What was I thinking when I was with Brendan? The
uncertainty was killing me. So I looked up at Paul's eyes.
I'm sorry, Bush.
Speaker 4 (16:39):
This is a mask ball. The secrets behind the masks
have to remain secrets.
Speaker 1 (16:44):
He loked down on me and smiled. You look so
incredibly beautiful, He smiled under his mask.
Speaker 4 (16:52):
I'm glad I came at that moment.
Speaker 1 (16:55):
I was full of several feelings, gratitude, love, guilt, and
more than anything, a strong feeling that I had married
not just the sexiest guy I knew, but the best.
He knew that our marriage was rocky, passionless, even, and
he came to Amy's party to surprise me, And when
he saw me practically begging a guy to fuck me,
(17:17):
he understood that it was, more than anything, a cry
for what we had lost. And you are by far
the handsomest, sexiest guy here. I stepped closer to Paul,
and I laid my cheek against his chest, loving the
fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt and that I
could feel my skin against his. I rested my hands
(17:39):
on Paul's ass, not in a sexual way, necessarily, but
in the way that two people comfortable with each other's
bodies would touch each other. Paul didn't grab my ass
like Brendan did. He did something much sexier. His left
hand slid up my back until his fingers were intertwined
in my hair. His right hand slid down and firmly
(17:59):
but rested on the curve of my butt. The combination
of him running his fingers through my hair and caressing
the soft skin of my ass was wonderful. The song
ended and I looked up into Paul's eyes. They were
glittering in the light.
Speaker 4 (18:16):
I'm so sorry, No.
Speaker 1 (18:19):
I'm sorry. My eyes brimmed with tears. He used his
hand to firmly pull my head up toward his, and
he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips.
He went to pull away, and I threw myself up
and kissed him hard, wrapping my arms around his neck.
My lips parted and I loved feeling my tongue lightly
touch his wed let our tongues dance as we pulled
(18:41):
each other close. I fell away and Paul stared at me.
I looked up at him. No apologies, he nodded his head.
From now on, we come first, No apologies and no excuses.
I wanted to sound firm and want to sound forceful,
like a guardian of our relationship. But a tear fell
(19:05):
down my cheek as I said it. He touched my
cheek with his palm and wiped my tear away with
his thumb.
Speaker 4 (19:12):
No apologies, no excuses, no tears.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
He smiled, and a net smile was the man that
I loved and lusted after my whole life. The song started,
this time dropping his hands down to where they firmly
held onto my ass. I did the same, and I
love feeling as hard muscular ass move under my fingers
as our body swayed.
Speaker 4 (19:33):
You can't possibly understand how hot you look and that costume.
Speaker 1 (19:39):
Paul clutched my ass and pulled me hard against his crotch.
I could feel his cock through his jeans and was
easy to tell it was rock hard, even through the
thick denim. You said it was kind of slutty. It
is height pinched his ass.
Speaker 4 (19:55):
Hey, I'm a dude. Slutty is a compliment.
Speaker 1 (19:58):
I knew he didn't mean it as a compliment earlier,
but I also knew that he was doing his best
to apologize in his own way. No apologies. We danced
through the remainder of the song and into the next one,
quiet and just enjoying holding each other. It was hot
having our bodies pressed against each other, but the moment
was also romantic. It was as if we were both
(20:21):
relearning what it was like to be physically intimate. The
next song started, and amidst the silence between us, the
doubts started to creep in. This was just a dance. Sure,
Paul was sexy as hell, and I loved him holding me.
But I had always felt that he came to me
at Amy's party and that counted for something. But it
(20:42):
just felt like we had so much to talk about first.
Our relationship needed more than a slow dance to fix.
I finally looked up at Paul. What are we doing? Paul?
He looked into my eyes.
Speaker 4 (20:56):
Dancing holding each other.
Speaker 1 (20:58):
He tilted his head and the way I had forgotten,
he did and asked, is there a problem? We have
lots of problems. We no longer spend time together. We
don't talk, we don't make love. Hell, we don't even
kiss or touch. The Paul from earlier in the evening
would have made a poorly timed joke about fixing the
sex part, but the Paul that was holding me had
(21:20):
the most intense look on his face. You're right, I
could have cried over a sincere admission. It was something
he had ignored or avoided for months. I nodded, slightly,
lifting his hand up. He stroked my cheek with the
back of his fingers.
Speaker 4 (21:36):
We have a lot of work to do. But I
think the fundamental problem is that we just haven't prioritized
each other. You said it yourself. We need to come first, work, friends, family.
It just seems like we make time for everyone but ourselves.
Speaker 1 (21:51):
We've chirsted apart. Paul nodded. A fast song came on,
and Paul stepped back and took my hand.
Speaker 4 (21:59):
Let's talk.
Speaker 1 (22:00):
He led me out the back door and we went
down a hall to the back balcony. There was one
other couple out there, but the chill was too much
for most. I was freezing as I was wearing nothing
more than gauze.
Speaker 4 (22:12):
You're calt. It's okay, we should go back inside.
Speaker 1 (22:17):
He tugged on my arm. No, we need to talk
and I want the privacy.
Speaker 4 (22:22):
Okay, here, I'll try to keep you warm.
Speaker 1 (22:24):
Paul put his arms around me as if we were dancing.
I snuggled up against his chest. I was going to
tell him how hard we would have to work to
turn our relationship around dinners together, date nights, more physical intimacy,
which didn't have to always be sex. But before I
could speak, he pulled me into a tight hug.
Speaker 4 (22:44):
I saw how Brendon was touching you.
Speaker 1 (22:46):
My heart fell. Oh shit, Paul, I'm so sorry.
Speaker 6 (22:51):
It's just that.
Speaker 4 (22:52):
No, no apologies. You needed someone to touch you like that,
and I wasn't there. I haven't been there. I don't
blame you.
Speaker 1 (23:02):
He loosened his hug and looked me in the face.
Speaker 4 (23:05):
Do you know why I left the word party?
Speaker 1 (23:08):
You missed me?
Speaker 4 (23:09):
No? I mean yes, it's complicated.
Speaker 1 (23:13):
He was simoned for a long time, but when I
didn't say anything, he sighed.
Speaker 4 (23:18):
It's difficult. One of the women at work saw me
at the party alone and started coming on to me.
Speaker 1 (23:25):
Well, that's not surprising. He looked like he just walked
out of some construction worker hunk calendar.
Speaker 4 (23:31):
Well, we were sitting next to each other and she
started running her hand on my leg, and before I
knew it, she was running her hand over my crotch.
And I had two thoughts.
Speaker 1 (23:41):
I was numb. I had enjoyed having Brendan touch me,
but hearing that Paul had experienced the same thing filled
me with irrational jealousy. I'm not sure if I want
to know what those thoughts were.
Speaker 4 (23:53):
You do. The first was that I was really enjoying
the sexuality of it. The way she touched me felt good.
I missed it.
Speaker 1 (24:02):
Why are you saying this? I was thinking that Paul
wanted privacy so it could break up with me using
maximum cruelty without others watching.
Speaker 4 (24:11):
There's a point to this. She really wanted me, and
that was something that I also missed. I wanted to
be wanted, and that leads me to the second point.
I didn't want her to want me. I wanted you
to want me.
Speaker 1 (24:27):
I had lowered my head to hide the tears that
were threatening to fall, but his last few words made
me look up into his eyes. He was staring at me,
the most serene and loving look in his eyes. He
caressed my back with his hand.
Speaker 4 (24:41):
He needs you to want me.
Speaker 1 (24:43):
For the millionth time that day, I was a jumble
of emotions. I had felt the same way when Brendan
was feeling me up. I liked it. I wanted to
feel more of that. But there was another feeling, one
which I thought it was guilt, but in hindsight I
thought might have been more like loss. I was getting
(25:04):
what I wanted, only from the wrong person. I do
want you. Let's sit down, I need to think. Paul.
Let me go and walked over to an iron bench
that was thankfully covered in thick cushions. I shivered as
I sat down, and Paul put his arm around me.
As he sat next to me. I folded my hands
and dropped them between my legs. I stared straight ahead.
(25:28):
My voice was firm and commanding when I spoke, I'm
not mad. In fact, I can't be mad, as I
did the same thing, so I understand. I glanced at Paul,
who was nodding. What I don't understand is how you
could think that I don't want you. I turned and
looked him up and down. You are so hot, I
(25:49):
drool over you when you get out of the shower. Hell,
I've tossed enough hints that I've wanted to have sex
with you over the last few months. I'm thinking that
I should just jump right out and say, please fuck
Meaul just stared at me and shook his head seriously.
I frowned, Yes, you jerk, Seriously, he thinks this is funny.
Speaker 4 (26:09):
No, I was just going to say that over the
last couple of months, I've tossed every hint I can
think of to let you know I wanted to have sex,
but you didn't see him interested.
Speaker 1 (26:18):
Seriously, it was my turn to be shocked. I couldn't
think of one hint, he tossed, not.
Speaker 4 (26:25):
One, but now, who's being the jerk?
Speaker 1 (26:28):
He smiled, and I couldn't help but do the same.
He started to stroke the back of my neck with
his fingers, and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
We can't be this sadly oblivious. There has to be
more going on.
Speaker 4 (26:42):
No doubt, we were tired, we were distracted. We didn't
pay off attention to each other.
Speaker 1 (26:48):
Paul placed his finger out of my chin and lifted
it so I could look at him. He looked unbelievably
gorgeous in the moonlight, with his rugged shin and black
hair framing his intense yet kind eyes. Even the black
man accented his handsomeness.
Speaker 4 (27:02):
But we'll fix that well.
Speaker 1 (27:04):
A good start would be to be a bit more
obvious about when we want to fuck each other. I
used the word fuck on purpose. I could get really
down and dirty with Paul, but when talking about sex
ball we had our clothes on, I preferred to say
that we were going to make love now. However, I
knew that we both missed the raw passion we wanted
by not being direct enough. I didn't mind asking Paul
(27:27):
to fuck me. Actually, I love the idea of asking
Paul to fuck me. It was raw, It was passionate.
It perfectly described the desire I often felt for him.
So how did I fail to make that clear? Why
didn't I just ask him to fuck me? Paul stared
at me, the intensity in his eyes an enormous dirn on.
(27:48):
Without saying anything, he slid his hand down to the
gauze that was lightly covering my chest. My nipples were
hard in the cold, and with a single fingertip, he
lightly crushed one through the thin material. A spark of
pleasure jolted me.
Speaker 4 (28:04):
Is this obvious enough?
Speaker 1 (28:06):
He lightly squeezed my nipple, which made me catch my breath.
He lifted his other hand and started to cress my tits.
I glanced around, but thankfully we were alone on the balcony.
My heart was beating fast, and the part of me
that like to say we made love was nervous about
being caught all. The part of me that said I
wanted to fuck was excited about going further. I ate
(28:28):
to go further. I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're
getting at. Could you be a bit clear, Paul? Pulled
his hands away.
Speaker 4 (28:38):
Hmm, how can I reword this?
Speaker 1 (28:41):
I shuddered as Paul placed his hand on my knee
and then slit it up my thigh.
Speaker 4 (28:46):
Is this perhaps a bit more obvious?
Speaker 1 (28:49):
He slid his hand between my legs and against my pussy.
With gentle pressure, he stroked me through the gauze. I'm sorry,
but I'm still not getting you. You just aren't being
clear at all. I said the words, even though I
was sure that Paul could feel how wet I was
through the gauze. I reached over and slid my hand
between his legs. Here, let me show you how to
(29:11):
properly send the message. I ran my hand up and
down the front of his pants, feeling Paul's hard cock
stranding against his jeans. Now, this is me kind of
hinting at the message, but it isn't quite clear yet.
I reached over and unbuttoned the top of Paul's pants.
Sometimes a message can have multiple meanings. I pulled the
zipper down and slid my hand inside his pants. His
(29:34):
cock was pushing so hard against his briefs that there
was a gap at the top.
Speaker 4 (29:39):
All that feels so good.
Speaker 1 (29:41):
Good, We're getting there. I stood up in Paul's hands
slid away from between my legs. I turned faced Paul
and then leaned forward, putting one hand on each of
his knees. I hope the message is getting clear. I
reached forward, grabbed Paul's pants and briefs, and tugged them
down to his knees. His cock was rock hard and
(30:02):
ready for me.
Speaker 4 (30:03):
For the message is pretty darn clear.
Speaker 1 (30:05):
I placed a finger to my lips. You need to
really listen to get the full meaning of a message.
I knelt down between Paul's legs and took his cock
in my hand. I stared at it as I stroked it.
I adored Paul's cock. I loved it in my mouth
and my pussy between my tits. I wanted that back.
(30:27):
I needed that back. Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips
around the tip and slid it in and out, my
tongue caressing the underside. I pushed my head forward until
I felt him pressing against the back of my mouth,
and then I slid him out. I ran my tongue
around the tip, pausing at the bottom to flick my
tongue back and forth each time. Paul's body jerked in pleasure.
(30:50):
The moment was so incredibly erotic. There was this very
real danger of me being caught giving my husband a blowjob.
I loved that. In some vocative part of my mind.
There was also the fact that Paul had an amazing
body and a nice hard cock, and then there was
the fact that he was incredibly turned on by me.
(31:11):
I missed turning Paul on. I slipped my left hand
between my legs. I stroked my pussing klit as I
sucked Paul's cock. I paused and looked up. He was
slouched back, his body lost in pleasure, but his eyes
were staring at me. I love when you watch me
suck your cock. I kissed the tip. Okay, there was
(31:33):
one final clarification to my message. I pushed his cock
against his hard abs and leaned down and licked his balls.
I gently sucked on one, and then ran my tongue
up and down Paul's cock before sucking the other one.
After giving the tip of Paul's cock one more kiss,
I stood up. I leaned forward, kissed Paul on the lips,
(31:54):
and then slid my mouth to his ear. I'm still
not sure it was clear enough In case you were
wondering the message is this? I want you to fuck me.
I went to pull away, but Paul grabbed my wrist
with his hand. His grip was iron. He placed his
mouth near my ear.
Speaker 4 (32:14):
About ten feet behind you was a stone railing. Walk
over to it, place your hands on the top, and
bend forward.
Speaker 1 (32:22):
He slid his hand between my legs and pushed his
fingers against my pussy.
Speaker 6 (32:26):
I shuddered, your message was clear.
Speaker 1 (32:29):
Walking over to the railing, I took a deep breath.
This is the most erotic night I've ever experienced in
my life. I placed my hands on the cold stone
and leaned forward. There were a few couples walking around
the pool below. It made me think to glance around,
but there was no one else on the balcony. A
moment later, Paul was behind me without a word. His
(32:50):
hand was at the top of my ass, grabbing the gauze.
I had done my best to wrap my body well,
but Paul was right. The alption barely covered me and
was incredibly slippy. I was thankful for that as Paul
tugged the gauze down, exposing my ass. Paul put his
hand on my hip and I watched a couple kiss
in the moonlight. At the same time, Paul's hard cock
(33:11):
was pressed against the top of my ass. All they
have to do is turn around and they'd see me
about to be fucked. I closed my eyes and savored
the feeling as Paul lowered his body and his cock
slid down my ass and then between my legs. He
caressed my ass, and then I felt his hand holding
his cock against my pussy. He lightly stroked my lips
(33:34):
with his cock, and I let out a light moan.
He slid the tip between my pussy lips, but didn't
do more than that. Oh God, don't tease me. I
want you to fock me. Please fuck me, and with
a thrust, his cock was inside me. The motion was
so fast it made me catch my breath as the
friction in fullness gave me a bolt of pleasure.
Speaker 4 (33:56):
Fuck, you were so wet.
Speaker 1 (33:58):
He slid his cock in and out. I slipped my
right hand between my legs and touched Paul's cock, feeling
it spread my lips and slide between my fingers as
it thrust inside me. I reached further back and crested
Paul's balls as he thrust in.
Speaker 4 (34:12):
All that feels so good.
Speaker 1 (34:14):
I played with his cock and balls for a bit
as he fucked me slowly, my cheek resting on the
cold stone of the railing as Paul grasped my hips
with his hands. I slid my fingers up to my
clit and stroked it as he started to thrust faster.
He was fucking me hard and fast, and the heat
from my finger playing with my clit was getting me
close to orgasm. Oh, don't stop fuck me, Paul, fuck
(34:37):
me hard. It was a delicious feeling as Paul's cock
slid deep inside me while his hips and thighs slapped
against my ass and legs. I'm coming, he moaned, as
his fingers clutched my hips tighter. I stroked my clip
faster and felt my own orgasm rising. Don't you dare
stop fucking me? Fuck Paul, I'm coming too. I couldn't
(34:58):
help myself and started the moan yes, yeah, yes. As
Paul died out a small moan of his own. My
orgasm erupted in a wave of pleasure that made my
legs go weak. Paul kept fucking me, and I couldn't
take much more as I was in pleasure overload. But
just as I was going to push back on his hips.
He shoved his cock deep inside me and held it.
(35:20):
I felt his muscles tense. I loved it when Paul came.
I could feel his cock throb with each shot of coum,
and the way he went from all of his muscles
being tense to total relaxation was so hot. I loved
making him feel that much pleasure. As both of us
breathed heavily, Paul slid his cock out of my pussy
(35:43):
and stepped back. I stood up straight, feeling Paul's come
dripped down into my costume bandages. I tugged on the
bandages and did my best to cover myself, but the
gods had come loose, and over half my ass was
showing some kind of a mess. I turned, You're perfect.
Paul was buttoning the top of his jeans. He walked
(36:06):
forward and helped me with a gauze at the front.
When he was done, he looked at me and smiled.
Speaker 4 (36:11):
I understood your message, You.
Speaker 1 (36:14):
Sure did, I smiled. I'm not satisfied, however, Paul raised
an eyebrow. I'm going to be even more clear with
my message in.
Speaker 6 (36:23):
The future, more clear than that.
Speaker 1 (36:26):
I leaned forward and kissed him on the side of
his mask. I'm just going to go right to telling
you I want you to fuck me.
Speaker 4 (36:33):
I'll do the same.
Speaker 1 (36:35):
I stepped back and paused. I still had come tripping
into the gauzy bandages. I'm going to need to get home.
There's no way I can stay here like this.
Speaker 4 (36:45):
We can go down the balcony steps and walk up
the driveway. That way will be in the dark and
avoid most people.
Speaker 1 (36:51):
I nodded. It was the kind of walk that college
students have back to their dorm room after hooking up
at a party that we were doing. It made me smile.
We held hands as we walked through the dark. This
may have been my favorite Halloween ever. I squeezed Paul's hands.
Speaker 4 (37:08):
I'm thinking tomorrow will be even better.
Speaker 1 (37:11):
I glanced at him, how so he smiled.
Speaker 4 (37:16):
You understand when I send a message.
Speaker 3 (37:24):
Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
tenth Muse Studio.
Popular Podcasts
Las Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang
Ding dong! Join your culture consultants, Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang, on an unforgettable journey into the beating heart of CULTURE. Alongside sizzling special guests, they GET INTO the hottest pop-culture moments of the day and the formative cultural experiences that turned them into Culturistas. Produced by the Big Money Players Network and iHeartRadio.
The Joe Rogan Experience
The official podcast of comedian Joe Rogan.
Stuff You Should Know
If you've ever wanted to know about champagne, satanism, the Stonewall Uprising, chaos theory, LSD, El Nino, true crime and Rosa Parks, then look no further. Josh and Chuck have you covered.