What I Lived Through at the Costume Party I Never Told Anyone

What I’m about to tell happened a few days ago, on a Friday at Halloween, and I still can’t believe I was the main character. In my city, that night becomes an excuse for excess: alcohol, costumes, and all kinds of perversions that I like and almost never admit. I’m doing it now because I need to get it out of me, even if it’s just by writing it.

I had gotten off work late, exhausted. I got to my apartment, took off my shoes, and flopped onto the bed to look at my phone. I was like that, relaxed, when my friend Bárbara’s call vibrated through.

—Hi, Marian! What are you up to? —her voice was already loaded with plans.

—Nothing, resting. I just got home wiped out.

—Wiped out? Look, to cheer you up I’ve got something amazing with some friends. You know how we behave.

I laughed. I knew that tone all too well.

—What friends? What plan?

—A costume party at a swinger bar, one of the kind you like. It’s Friday and you don’t work tomorrow. Put on whatever you want, but something sexy. Make yourself look really provocative.

—At this hour? I don’t have a costume —I protested, though I was already tingling.

—It’s still early, the sex shop hasn’t closed. I’ll send you the address. When you get there, don’t call me: they don’t let you use your phone inside. Find me.

—All right, I’m getting up.

—Oh, and Selena’s coming too. Say your name at the door, you’re on the list as my guest. And trust me, my friends are very hot.

Selena is Bárbara’s daughter. A woman in her twenties, as sharp and free as her mother. The two of them have been in this scene for years and never hide it. I met Bárbara on one of those bar-hopping nights when we were looking for the same thing. She’s tall, very fair-skinned, with dyed blonde hair, light eyes, and curves she keeps in shape with discipline. She works as a stylist and loves sex as much as I do. Her daughter turned out just as fired up, and neither of them apologizes for it.

I got out of bed and went downstairs. I hailed a taxi and asked to be taken to my usual sex shop, where I’m already a regular and know the owner. I went in and browsed shelves packed with lingerie and costumes. The one I liked best was one the saleswoman, laughing, called “the naughty Snow White.” It was several pieces: a blue bustier with underwire in the cups, a sheer blue thong, a red lace garter belt, an almost invisible yellow tutu-style skirt, white thigh-high stockings with an embroidered rose, and long gloves. I bought it without hesitating.

Back home I showered, shaved, fixed my hair, and did my makeup calmly. When I put the costume on in front of the mirror, I surprised myself. The bustier defined everything, the sheer thong hid nothing, the stockings and garter finished the look. I’m leaving nothing to the imagination, I thought, and that was exactly the idea. I’d gone days without a good dose of pleasure and tonight I was planning to behave badly, just as Bárbara had said. I threw on a long black coat over it: no one would have guessed what was hidden underneath.

I ordered a car through the app. The driver kept glancing at me in the mirror with a smile that hid nothing. When we arrived, he let out a little laugh.

—Have fun, beautiful.

—Thanks —I replied, smiling back at him.

He sped off, and before leaving he shouted something vulgar out the window. I wasn’t offended. I’m used to it: the way I talk, move, and dress confuses people. But I don’t do this for money. If I like a man, I go with him, period.

***

The bar was closed-door, invitation only. I rang the bell and a security man opened up. He asked my name, checked the list, and let me into a hallway where several people were waiting in erotic costumes: bunny girls, nurses, pharaohs, vampires, cosplay schoolgirls. I took off my coat and folded it over my arm. Everyone turned to look at me, men and women alike, from head to toe. Some whispered; I smiled flirtatiously at them, twirling a lock of hair. A woman alone in a place like that knows what she came looking for, and they know it too.

A girl led me to some lockers where we had to leave our clothes and phones. Of everyone in the hallway, the one who caught my eye most was a tall dark-skinned man dressed as a vampire. He fixed his gaze on me and ran it over my whole body with a brazenness that made my skin prickle. I looked him in the eye and smiled. As I walked away, I heard him.

—Wait for me, gorgeous. Just look what I’ve got for you.

I bit my lip and kept going. Another man, dressed as an Oriental prince, let out a crude remark that ended in general laughter. I went up to a second floor to find Bárbara.

The room was huge, dimly lit, with music and colored lights. There were already lots of people, and almost all of them were kissing or groping each other shamelessly. I walked through the crowd feeling watched every step of the way. Several hands brushed my ass and tits as I passed; I didn’t mind, I just smiled. A man dressed as a ninja cut me off.

—Who are you looking for, sweet thing? —he said, looking me up and down.

—A friend —I answered with a little laugh.

—I thought you were looking for something else —and he pulled his cock out of his pants, already hard.

I stroked it lightly, never taking my eyes off him.

—I’m looking for more than one, daddy.

That gave him confidence. He slid his hand into my crotch while we kissed. Behind me another man appeared, dressed as an angel, squeezing my tits and talking in my ear.

—You want it? —he said, grinding against me.

I leaned back, rubbing my ass against him to the rhythm of the music.

—That’s why I came —I answered.

His hand slid down slowly, moved my thong aside, and stroked between my legs. My breathing suddenly quickened.

—You get wet easily —he murmured, satisfied.

The ninja pulled my bustier down to suck on my breasts, barely brushing my nipples with the tip of his tongue. I felt a pulse between my legs so strong I had to hold on to his shoulder. The angel was with a partner and left. I stayed for a moment with the ninja, but decided to keep looking for my friend. I went downstairs soaked through, feeling the wetness sliding down my thighs.

***

I finally found Bárbara and Selena, surrounded by five men who were kissing and pawing at them. Bárbara was dressed as a little devil; Selena, as a provocative nun, wearing a black dress that clung to every curve. The men’s costumes were a parade of superheroes and characters: one a cop, another Batman, another a speedy hero, another a king of the sea, another a caveman. Mother and daughter let themselves be touched, laughing, enjoying every caress. When I showed up, two of them almost choked on the sight of me.

—Look, boys, fresh meat —said the one in the Batman suit, and the others laughed.

Bárbara greeted me with a kiss on the mouth.

—She’s the one I told you about. She’s fierce. Take care of her the way she deserves.

The caveman made me turn around so everyone could see me. Like a good submissive, I turned without a word, lifted the tutu, and moved my thong aside. There were whistles and laughter.

—You’re fucking delicious —he said, slapping my ass.

—And the seven dwarfs? —the speedy hero joked.

—Sleeping at home —I answered, and they all laughed.

The cop pulled my bustier all the way down, leaving my breasts bare. I never took my eyes off them. The king of the sea was touching himself while staring at me.

—You like that? —he asked.

—Yes —I said, licking my lips.

—Stop playing hard to get, Marian —Bárbara laughed from the other sofa—. Sit down, spread your legs, and let yourself be taken care of.

The speedy hero took my chin and kissed me. I stroked his cock while the cop tried to finger me. When he managed it, he pulled his fingers out shining wet and showed them to the others amid laughter. I blushed, but I grabbed his wrist, brought his fingers to my mouth, and sucked them slowly. That drove them wild.

—I want that mouth somewhere else —he said, grabbing my hair to put me on my knees.

I gladly went along with it. I was so hot my mouth was watering. Meanwhile, off to the side, Bárbara was riding the caveman while Selena moaned with the man in the Batman suit. The king of the sea and the speedy hero came over, one on each side, and I took both cocks, one in each hand, alternating my mouth from one to the other.

—You’re a goddess with that mouth —one panted.

I kept going until they finished on my face. Then they made me get on all fours on the sofa. They put on protection, and the cop fucked me slowly, building the pace until I was moaning uncontrollably. The speedy hero followed, with thrusts that didn’t let me breathe, while the others took turns with Bárbara and Selena.

They turned me over. The man in the Batman suit was adjusting his condom.

—Take it off —he ordered.

I was left with only my stockings and garter belt, lay back, and spread my legs, stroking myself to show him I was ready.

—You want me to put it in? —he asked.

—Yes, punish me —I answered.

—What, didn’t you say you didn’t want to come? —Bárbara teased from the other sofa.

—Oh, shut up —I laughed, and everyone laughed with me.

He went in all at once. He started off gentle and immediately turned frantic, until he came. Then came the caveman, who slammed into me with such intensity that my whole body was shaking and I was screaming with pleasure. The king of the sea offered me his cock so I could wake him up with my mouth, and I did while the others kept fucking mother and daughter hard, the three of us red and drenched in sweat, looking at each other and laughing among ourselves.

***

I was sprawled on the sofa, naked and exhausted, when he appeared: the tall vampire who had caught my attention in the hallway. He took one breast in one hand and my crotch in the other.

—I was looking for you —he said with a slow smile.

I sat up, got on all fours, and looked over my shoulder at him.

—Punish me, daddy —I begged.

He put on protection and entered without mercy, all the way to the hilt. He didn’t stop, and I felt myself falling apart. The others watched and mocked, turned on. Then another man followed, dressed as a pirate, just as rough. By that point everything hurt, but it was the pain I had come looking for.

Several of them sat down so we could ride them, and the three of us did it like submissive cats. I let myself be carried over them until I finished in spurts, trembling, my legs weak. The angel reappeared, this time with a double toy, and took me right back to the edge. The ninja mounted me, the king of the sea got in behind me, and between the three of them they took me from every side until I had no strength left. The ones who were left stroked themselves and finished on my body. I lost count of how many there were.

People were starting to leave. As they passed, they looked at us and smiled, knowing what had gone on in that corner. But the farewell was still missing: they lined the three of us up, on all fours, and took turns again. I growled, shivered, was drenched through, weak and sore, and even so it was the best part. I ended up covered from beginning to end.

That night I was taken by so many men I don’t even remember the exact number. What I do know is that I had the time of my life, and that the most exciting part was sharing that madness with Bárbara and Selena, the three of us surrendered to the same party. It was, without exaggeration, the best Halloween of my life. And that’s why, at last, I’m daring to confess it.