My Devil Costume Ended Up With His Three Friends

We’d been invited to a costume party at some friends’ house. Just four couples, five if Lucía and Sergio showed up in the end. I’d spent the whole week looking forward to that Saturday, because I was coming off a hellish month at work and needed to let go. For some reason I still can’t quite explain to myself today, after hours browsing websites, I settled on a devil costume. But not just any one, one of those no one would dare buy except for a night of playing with their partner, behind closed doors.

The outfit was a red lace top that barely covered me below the bust, with an impossible neckline, and a ruffled miniskirt that ended a couple of centimeters below my ass. To go with it, some satin panties, thigh-high stockings, and high boots lined in the same blazing red. An ode to debauchery I would never have worn if we all hadn’t already known each other from the beach.

I didn’t tell Diego until I got dressed and came out of the bedroom. He was speechless. So was I when I saw myself in the mirror. It was too much. The top fit so tight I didn’t know how to position it without my breasts slipping out. The skirt, oh, the skirt, wouldn’t let me move without showing my panties. But I didn’t have anything else now. I crowned myself with the little pointed-horn headband and took a deep breath.

—But where are you going dressed like that? Have you seen yourself? —he asked, taken aback. He was wearing his old Mexican costume.

—Why? Don’t you like it? —I answered uncertainly.

—Of course I like it, but fuck, you can’t seriously be going out like that.

—Come on, don’t be such a prude. I’m not showing anything —I said, opening my arms, as if the gesture proved the opposite of the obvious—. And what does show is like a bikini.

I lifted the little skirt and showed him the red panties. Like going out in a swimsuit, I thought, though my legs were trembling too. I grabbed a gray trench coat from the closet, threw it over myself, and left him there chewing on an answer.

—I’ll wait outside —I announced before he could look at me again.

—You’re insane. They’re going to freak out when they see you —he said as we left.

—It won’t be that bad. You’re exaggerating.

I was very wrong.

***

Andrés and Nuria were the hosts. They lived in a villa on the outskirts, with a garden, a pergola, a decent pool, and a big garage in a separate building that had once been a shed. They’d set the party up in the garden: one table with food, another with drinks, and a huge cauldron full of ice and beer. We arrived last. When I took off the trench coat to hand it to Nuria, the reactions didn’t take long.

—Fuck, girl, and I thought I’d gone too far —she commented. She was dressed as a sexy nurse, but infinitely more modest than me.

—Yeah, maybe it is too much —I murmured, a little embarrassed.

—Don’t listen to her, you look hot as hell —Andrés assured me. He was the first to come over, a drink in one hand and the other landing on my hip as he kissed both my cheeks.

—Pig! —Nuria exclaimed, smacking his shoulder—. Don’t go near her all night, we know you.

The laughter broke the ice. Lucía and Sergio were there too, having come after all, along with Hugo and Patricia, and Tomás and Silvia. Andrés stepped back without losing his smile, without stopping devouring me with his eyes, and turned the music up.

The first hour was nothing special. We got warmed up with the drinks, chatting in two little groups. I put up with a few comments from Lucía, who’d come dressed as a nun and wasn’t in the mood for fun, but the rum helped me ignore her jabs and also the sidelong looks from the guys’ group. Every single one of them turned their heads and pinned me with their eyes. And instead of annoying me, I loved it. What the hell is happening to me?

The mood changed when Andrés turned the volume up again. Bachata blasted out and that was the starting gun. We started dancing as if we weren’t in a friend’s backyard but a summer nightclub. We drank, sang along, jumped around, and kept it up for more than two hours. I have no idea how many turns I made, sometimes alone, sometimes with Diego, sometimes wrapped around one of them. And on many of those turns, the top was as out of control as I was.

At some point, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Nuria, maybe sick of seeing her husband orbiting around me, took off the shirt from her costume and hiked her skirt up until her black lace thong was showing. We all cheered her on. She went over to Diego and started swaying in front of him.

—Hey! —Andrés shouted, pretending to be annoyed.

—What, so only Carla gets to show off skin? —she justified herself.

—Hey! What I’m wearing is basically a swimsuit —I defended myself, lifting my skirt and turning a full circle on my heels so the red panties could be seen properly.

We laughed loudly. Everyone except Lucía, who had moved away, uncomfortable. Patricia, not to be outdone, lifted her pirate blouse and showed her bra. Silvia was having a good time, though she kept an eye on Tomás, who’d been leaning on the table for a while, clearly more wasted than the rest.

What really set me alight was seeing Diego dancing pressed up against Nuria, half-naked, not even bothering to hide how much he loved the jealousy game. Seeing him like that drove me wild. I felt a tingle in my stomach that immediately dropped straight to my pussy.

***

I couldn’t take it anymore. I took advantage of a distraction and slipped into the garage bathroom. I yanked my panties off in a rush, hiked up my skirt, and, remembering Diego with his arms around Nuria, started stroking myself in front of the mirror. I was burning, soaking wet. I was about to come right there, but a second before it happened an idea crossed my mind that multiplied the excitement by a thousand. I adjusted my top and came out clutching my panties in my fist. The breeze between my legs warned me I was about to cross a very broad line. I didn’t care.

When I got back, Diego came over, worried.

—Where were you?

—In the bathroom —I answered. I took his hand and left my panties in it—. Will you keep them for me? —I said with a wicked smile.

It took him a few seconds to understand. When he looked down at his hand and realized, his eyes went wide. I’d already turned my back on him. I bent over the cauldron to grab a beer, keeping my legs as straight as I could. When I straightened up, I found him frozen, mouth open.

—What’s wrong with you, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost —Hugo, Patricia’s husband, laughed—. You all right?

—Nothing, my wife’s just impossible —he replied without taking his eyes off me.

—Impossible, I don’t know. What she is is smoking hot.

—Hey, don’t push it —Diego protested.

—Forget it, dummy, are you jealous? A compliment never hurt anyone —I laughed—. Still, let Patricia not hear you.

He pointed toward the group: his wife was dancing with Sergio, the nun’s husband, like she meant to devour him. I took advantage and grabbed Hugo by the arm, pulling him away.

—Come on then, let’s dance too.

I moved in front of him, imitating his wife, except I wasn’t wearing pants, just two scraps of red fabric. I pulled him hard against me, slid my right leg between his, and we started spinning to the bachata. With every sway I felt the brush of his thigh against my bare sex, an innocent friction for him, who still knew nothing, and indescribable for me. When the song ended, I’d left a mark of my arousal on the leg of his costume. Judging by the bulge behind his zipper, he hadn’t disliked the dance either.

Sergio was next to try his luck. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me, squeezed me, and to finish he yanked me up, making me hop until I ended up astride his hip, his hands gripping my ass. When I felt his fingers on my bare buttocks, his expression changed at once. He stopped laughing. He understood there was nothing under my skirt, and his gaze turned so lustful I thought he was going to take me right there.

***

The party suddenly fizzled out. Tomás, barely able to stand, got up from his chair, stumbled, and ended up face-first on the floor. Laughing, Silvia and the others rushed to help him.

—We’re leaving —Silvia announced—. He’s done for.

—I’m out too —Lucía said. No one was surprised—. Coming? —she asked Sergio.

—Already? So soon? —he protested.

—Stay if you want —she cut him off, and got into Silvia’s car.

—I think I’m leaving too —Patricia added—, I’m tired.

Within minutes, the car was pulling out of the property, Nuria was saying goodbye from the stairs to go to bed, and Diego and I were left alone at the entrance. From the garage, where the guys had locked themselves in, the music came through muffled.

—Want the last one? —Diego suggested suddenly.

—Here? With them? —I asked, surprised—. I’m pretty gone, I don’t know how my body’s going to respond.

—Come on, one more and then home.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He took my hand and dragged me into the garage. Inside, Sergio and Hugo were on a loveseat in front of a television showing only a music note. Andrés was preparing drinks at the bar cabinet, lit by a little lamp. When they saw us appear, they burst into cheers as if a rock star had just walked in.

—So you stayed after all —Sergio celebrated.

—First you drink this to get into the mood. It’s castle rules —Andrés said, holding out two overflowing shots.

—No, no, I can’t —I complained.

—Drink, drink, drink! —the three of them chanted.

I looked at Diego for help. Instead, he smiled, shrugged, and knocked back his shot in one gulp. I had no choice but to copy him. The whiskey carved a path of fire down to my stomach and a wave of heat rushed up to my cheeks.

—Come on, take off the trench coat —Andrés said.

He pulled it away carefully, but the top went with the coat and would have ended up around my waist if I hadn’t caught it in time.

—Hey, careful, you’re leaving me in the raw! —I protested, pretending to be annoyed. And at once I burst out laughing—. God, what blank faces. Come on, Andrés, pour me another one of those, I’m getting the hang of it.

As I laid the trench coat over a chair, it hit me: I was in a locked garage, at dawn, drunk, with four men who were also wasted and dressed in two scraps that covered nothing. And of the four, two already knew I wasn’t wearing panties. I went back to the bar cabinet, grabbed a glass already poured, and downed it in one go to their astonishment. Then I turned my back on them, bent over the TV with my legs stretched out to turn the volume up, and let them see what I had hidden under the skirt. When I straightened up, their faces were priceless.

—Aren’t you lot going to sit down? I came to dance —I said, starting to move.

Andrés was the first. He pushed the coffee table aside with one arm and pulled me close by the hip. The other three joined in. I danced like just another one of them, and they took any excuse to touch me. With every minute I lost more composure, thrilled by the attention. And the best part was seeing that Diego liked watching his friends enjoy me.

***

When a ballad started playing, I went over to Diego in a romantic mood, threw my arms around his neck, and we danced pressed together like two lovebirds. It would have stayed a tender scene if, after a couple of turns, a hand that wasn’t his slipped under my skirt and found my pussy. I let out a moan and, instead of pulling away, my body rocked looking for more. Diego noticed, looked me in the eyes, and kept dancing as if nothing were happening. That lack of reaction, his and mine, encouraged those fingers to go inside. I was so drenched it took no effort. I clung to Diego’s neck so I wouldn’t fall and started panting out loud.

This was no longer something anyone could stop.

It was Diego himself who took it to the limit. He pulled me to him and kissed me with overwhelming passion. Then he yanked the top off over my head and bent down to drag my skirt down to my ankles. In seconds I was standing there naked, only my stockings, red boots, and little horns on my head. I’d never exposed myself like that, especially not in front of people I knew. But none of it mattered anymore.

He turned me a full one-eighty to face his friends. The three of them looked at each other, undecided, afraid, but with desire flooding their eyes. That mix made me take a step forward. I placed myself in the center of the triangle and started moving to the music. They were so close I could almost smell the testosterone. Three wolves, and I was their prey.

Andrés took the lead. He moved behind me, pressed me against the bulge in his fly, and brought my hands up to my breasts. Sergio soon took one hand to my sex, stroking me slowly, and even dared to kiss me. Hugo preferred to go straight for it: he took my hand and dropped it onto his erect cock. He was naked from the waist down and it was so big my fingers couldn’t even wrap around it. I turned, crouched with my legs open, and took him into my mouth, sucking hungrily while I fingered myself.

Diego understood what I needed. He got me up, kissed me, and took off his pants. He sat down on the rug and let me sit on top of him. When I had him inside me, I noticed he was bigger than usual. I pushed his chest back and started moving up and down, eyes closed and breathing shattered.

When I opened them, Sergio and Hugo had stripped naked and were watching with their cocks in their hands. Temptation came back. I started giving a dual blowjob, alternating between one and the other, while Diego stayed inside me. And when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, I felt Andrés’s hands on my breasts from behind again. Two cocks in my mouth, my partner beneath me, and Andrés behind me. Then Diego gently parted my ass cheeks, inviting his friend into a place no one had ever entered before.

I don’t know how we didn’t wake Nuria with the scream that escaped me when Andrés took me from behind. I felt a burning tear that made me let go of the others and collapse on top of Diego. The two of them moved in sync and I cried from sheer pleasure until I couldn’t take it anymore. I surrendered to the biggest orgasm of my life. And it wasn’t the only one.

—Oh, oh, stop, please —I managed to say while my whole body convulsed.

I rolled onto the rug and lay on my back, breathless. But my body still wasn’t done. I touched myself and checked that I was still drenched. I saw Andrés on his knees, still hard.

—Put it in me now, I can’t take it anymore —I begged him.

He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me by the thighs and fucked me with such force he barely lasted a dozen thrusts before coming all over my stomach.

—More, please, give me more —I pleaded, possessed.

It was Hugo’s turn, and then I learned what it meant to be penetrated by something that size. He tried to go slow and kept me up for several minutes. Sergio, impatient, knelt by my face until I took him in my mouth again, and ended up coming all over me. Diego, meanwhile, watched the scene from the couch, slowly stroking himself, with a smile he never lost.

***

When everyone was finished, several times over, I lay there for a while, recovering. It had been absolutely savage. I got up and went to shower in the same bathroom where it had all begun. When I came back, wet and still naked, only in my boots so I wouldn’t walk barefoot, I found the four of them already dressed and silent, each in a corner, not daring to look at one another. I was afraid the night might end badly, so I decided to act as naturally as possible.

—Andrés, will you pour me the last one before we go? —I asked, going over to Diego, who was still on the couch. I leaned down and gave him a warm kiss—. Thank you —I whispered in his ear.

Then I went over to Andrés, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. He couldn’t help putting one hand on my chest and the other on my ass.

—Okay, little bull, that’s enough for today. We’ll do it again another day —I said, moving him away gently.

I kissed Sergio and Hugo too. With Hugo, I couldn’t help taking his hand back to his fly.

—What you’ve got here is a treasure. Another day you have to let me feel it again.

—Promise me this doesn’t leave this room —I asked them all.

—Promise —Andrés assured me. The others nodded in silence.

I was still in the nude, only in my boots, but I was so comfortable I didn’t feel like getting dressed.

—Come on, sit with Diego, we’re going to toast to another night like this.

I flopped down between them on the couch, put my legs over Sergio and Diego, and rested my back in Hugo’s lap.

—Tickle me while I drink this glass, I’ve earned it —I said—. Is that cubata coming or what, Andrés?

—You’re a hot piece of ass, Carlita —he told me as he brought the glass over.

—And you know it —I replied—. Well, you all know it.

And for another long hour we stayed there, chatting as if nothing had happened, while they never stopped touching me. Diego included, who still hadn’t managed to wipe the triumphant smile off his face since I started moving around naked in that garage.