Best Hotwife Erotica 2: Tricks and Treats Page 2

  “How do you know I don’t already have one?” Cassie teased. She actually did have one, a tiny little heart just below the bikini line, but he would have never seen it. Few people had.

  “I guess I don’t. Wanna show me?”

  “Not tonight, John,” she laughed. He’d always been an incorrigible flirt and ever since that summer at the shore when they were sixteen—when they had a drunken hook up—he’d been after her for a replay. That fact that she was engaged to be married didn’t slow him down one bit. “So what are you going to give me, then?”

  “I don’t know, maybe a dragon. It’s always hot when you see something like a dragon or lizard peeking out from some chick’s tank top. Just sit back and let the artist work.”

  Cassie leaned back on the battered old leather couch and John straddled her leg without a second thought, but everyone knew she was a physical person and not one to be concerned about such things. After all, she went to the party knowing people would be touching her all night! John pulled down on her coverall and then placed a hand just below her breast to keep the fabric taut. Before he started painting, he handed over her beer and said, “Here, this will help with pain.”

  “Thanks,” she said and drank. She already had a nice buzz going, helped along by a couple Jell-O shots from Ellen’s tray.

  John leaned forward and really took his time painting. The color was too bright a green for a proper dragon, but it didn’t matter much as he wasn’t much of an artist. He wasn’t creating a masterpiece, but since it gave him an excuse to get his hands on Cassie he was going to take as long as she allowed. The dragon’s tail curved down around the outside of her right breast and the rest of the ugly beast perched just above it. He gave the dragon big yellow daggers of teeth and then added fiery red breath. By the time he’d finished it looked like a six-year-old had been working on her, but she couldn’t deny enjoying the stray touch he stole as he painted all around her breast, or they way he started massaging lightly with the hand holding her coverall in place. By the time he was finished her stiff nipple was just about visible through the taut coverall and she was feeling that sweet, familiar tingle that came from being touched or caressed. There was nothing overtly erotic about the way John touched her, but she’d always been susceptible to those light touches and the drinks she’d had just amplified it.

  Once John crossed that line, others were more than willing to follow him across it and Cassie’s friends grew increasingly more intimate in their drawings. One of the guys knelt down in front of her and pressed his hand against her left breast. Even Cassie was shocked at his brazenness, but she did not stop him. The touch did feel nice and she sort of invited it with her costume she reasoned. Besides, he was just one of the guys. He didn’t mean anything by it, although he did grab a quick squeeze while he was tracing his hand. When he finished drawing the outline in black, he took his time filling it in, leaving a big handprint over her breast. He was heavy handed with the brush, giving her chills as he teased her breast over and over again.

  Another guy had her bend over and he traced her ass through the coverall, which meant that she couldn’t sit until the paint dried, so she grabbed a fresh beer and then went upstairs to the living room, which had been turned into a small dance floor. On the way a couple more people grabbed her and added their own art. She would soon be a complete masterpiece.

  She had a great time dancing and was glad to move around after sitting so long to be the human canvas. As she danced people admired her artwork and a couple of her friends made wisecracks about the more risqué art adorning her body. After a couple songs the crowd thinned and she found herself dancing with a Joker she didn’t recognize. He wore his face paint smeared, like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight, but even with his identity disguised she knew it was not one of her friends. When he spoke, he even did a fair approximation of Ledger’s voice from the movie.

  “Why aren’t you just a living work of art?” he asked with a low cackle.

  “You’re not too bad with a brush yourself.”

  “I didn’t mean the paint,” he added with a wiggle of his brow.

  Cassie laughed and instantly warmed to the stranger. He was quite charming and even with the make-up she could tell he was handsome. “Thanks. That’s a really good costume.”

  “Oh, this old thing?” He glanced down at himself, smoothing out his tattered, multi-hued hobo’s suit. It may have been a nice three-piece suit about thirty years ago, but time had not been kind. It appeared that he had done his own coloring and she wondered what color it had been when he found it.

  “It’s just something I threw together. It’s not nearly as interesting as your costume.”

  He took Cassie’s hand and spun her to get a good look at the work that had been done on her. Yellow angel wings sprouted from her shoulders and a complex design in blue stretched down the length of her spine, ending in a poorly drawn Stop sign right where a tramp stamp would traditionally go. When she turned back to face him, the Joker reeled her in and held her tightly against him for a moment before dipping her. With her buzz, the sudden move gave her a head rush and when he pulled her back up she happily leaned into him, because otherwise she might have stumbled. He felt solid under that shabby costume and she wondered just who he was.

  “You’re getting filled up there. I hope you save some room for me,” he rasped.

  “It depends on what you have in mind.”

  “It won’t be any fun if you I told you ahead of time.”

  She wondered if he missed her engagement ring, or just didn’t care. Either way, it was fun to flirt, especially considering her horny, naughty mood. There was no danger in a house full of people and Don would be the ultimate beneficiary. When he finally got there she might just have to drag her fiancé into an out-of-the-way room if she kept feeling so good!

  “I’m Cassie, by the way.”

  “My pleasure, Cassie,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing it, leaving a red smear.

  “And you are?”

  “I’m the boy you don’t take home to mother. I’m the mistake that you can’t help smiling over.”

  “Really?” Cassie laughed.

  He pulled her close again and whispered in her ear, “Maybe if I get to paint you I’ll sign my work.”

  “We’ll see. I am going to get some air, but I’ll save a spot for you if I can.” She wasn’t sure if she really meant it. Somehow letting a stranger work on her body like that seemed wrong, but just the thought of the sexy, enigmatic stranger taking a brush to her made Cassie tingle from head to toe. She really hoped Don wouldn’t be much longer.

  One thing she hadn’t anticipated was that the coverall would be so hot in a crowded house. She wanted to peel it off, but she hadn’t worn enough underneath to leave herself the option. Instead she was just going to hang out on the porch for a while. She pushed her way through the kitchen and stepped onto the back deck, where several of the guys were having cigars. Ellen was out there too, sneaking a joint with John.

  “You bad, bad girl,” Cassie teased.

  Ellen sucked in a deep hit and offered the fat joint to Cassie. Although she rarely partook anymore, Cassie took a hit for old time’s sake.

  “You should talk. Look at you!” Ellen replied, once she’d released a lungful of smoke. It looks like all the guys have had their way with you.”

  “And some of the girls too.” Cassie giggled and unzipped the coverall to the middle of her chest, revealing a tight, white lace trimmed camisole underneath. The cool air felt good and added to the heady feeling she received from the pot.

  “That one’s mine,” John said pointing out his work on Cassie’s chest.

  “Oh, very classy. I think you missed your calling,” Ellen teased.

  “Thanks. I’m heading in, it’s cold out here. I’ll catch you girls later.”

  Once they were alone, Ellen said, “It’s a good thing Don’s not the jealous type.”

  “Eh, he knows it’s just the guys. None of thos
e fools are going to get lucky. Speaking of guys, did you see the Joker in there?”

  “Sort of ratty looking? Yeah, I think I saw him talking to Sonja earlier. They were off in a corner and it looked like they were getting along very well, if you know what I mean.”

  Cassie could have guessed. There was no way Sonja would miss a guy as interesting as the Joker, and in her little sailor’s outfit he couldn’t have missed her. Cassie sighed with jealousy when she first saw her sexy friend that evening. The little navy blue dress was skintight and low cut, exposing a deep valley of cleavage, and ended in a very short pleated skirt with white accents. The outfit was finished with white fishnets, high heels and a little white sailor’s cap perched atop her raven hair, which she wore pulled back, with big, bouncy curls. Every time Sonja passed through a room all eyes were on her, even the other women’s. Her sex appeal certainly wasn’t lost on Cassie.

  “So do you know who the Joker is?” Cassie asked.

  “I have no idea. He must be one of Frank’s work friends. Why are you so interested? You’re not going to get yourself into trouble, are you? Maybe you should cut back on the drinks.”

  “No, don’t be silly. Those days are behind me. I was dancing with him before and I was just curious, that’s all,” Cassie replied. She couldn’t blame Ellen for being suspicious of her motives. In her younger days—not so long ago really—Cassie earned herself a reputation for acting crazy when she’d had too much to drink. She just couldn’t help herself sometimes. She loved feeling high and light when she had her buzz and for some reason being horny had always gone along with it. And she was never so drunk she was completely out of control—she always told herself—or couldn’t remember what had happened, which was key. For one thing, she never wanted to blame her actions on being drunk, that was lame, and for another some of her best sexual escapades had occurred while she was drinking or high and she was glad for the memories.

  Cassie drifted back into the house with a fresh beer and went downstairs again after finding the queue for the main floor powder room too long. She knew there was another bathroom in the basement and headed for it, but found a line of people three deep waiting to use that one as well. She decided to stay and wait and chatted up a friend while they awaited their turn. She was in line by herself when Sonja came around the corner and joined her.

  “Looks like you’ve been having a good time,” Sonja commented, eyeing up the gallery of their friends’ work adorning Cassie’s body.

  “You look like you’re out to have a good time,” Cassie teased, eyes flitting from Sonja’s breasts to her legs. The little sailor girl dress seemed to have been constructed around Sonja’s hourglass figure while she posed.

  “I think I could have a couple takers if I wanted.” Sonja put her hand on her cocked hip and ordered Cassie to turn so she could see it all. After Cassie completed a 360, Sonja added, “I’m glad you saved some room for me.”

  Cassie looked down at the coverall and wondered where her friend might find enough space to do more than add some squiggly lines. “If you can find a spot you’re more than welcome to add something.” Actually, she quite liked the idea of Sonja taking a paintbrush to her.

  “I know exactly what I want to do.” She knelt down beside Cassie with a quick flash of white satin panty. In that position Sonja’s skirt did not quite meet her stocking tops.

  Sonja took her hand and pulled her down the hallway and into a child’s playroom. Dolls and blocks were scattered around the floor and Cassie almost twisted her ankle stepping on a Brio block. There was a short, plastic play table with a big bright orange beanbag chair beside it, which Sonja deposited her in when she stumbled. Sonja took the box of paints from Cassie’s waist and set it on the play table.

  “Ooookkayyy…” Cassie said, giggling. Just what was Sonja up to?

  “I’m glad you saved the best for last,” Sonja said, uncapping all the paints and taking up the paintbrush. She dipped it into the black, which was nearly depleted, and pushed Cassie back so she was flatter on the beanbag chair. “Now spread your legs,” she ordered.

  “What are you doing?” Cassie asked, leaning forward so she could look down her own body.

  Sonja did not need to answer, as her intentions were instantly clear. She pushed Cassie’s legs apart and began outlining a large leaf right over her pelvis. No one else had dared get that close to her most intimate area. The way Cassie had fallen pulled the coverall tight around her crotch, which made Sonja’s work easier. It also made Cassie feel every brush stroke through the thin, papery material. She was also all too aware of Sonja’s hand on her inner thigh and its sweet pressure on her tender flesh. If she just extended her thumb she would be touching the swell of Cassie’s mound. She would never have let any of the guys touch her like this, even in her high, horny state, but letting Sonja do it was another matter. Cassie’s heart started thumping in her chest and all those dirty little throwaway thoughts she’d had about Sonja over the years sprang back with urgency. She hoped Sonja didn’t notice how flushed she was becoming.

  Once she finished outlining the leaf, Sonja went for the green and filled it in using long, slow strokes. It seemed to Cassie that she was spending a lot of time right in the center, where it would tease her the most. Cassie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the brush, taking stroke after stroke over her pussy. She didn’t know if it was her imagination or that she was so over stimulated, but she was sure she could feel every pass of that brush, even through the layers of clothing. Her need was palpable and she barely contained to urge to grab Sonja.

  “Now I just need to add the veins,” Sonja said. She smiled at Cassie as she took up the black brush once again.

  Sonja added long, spidery lines to her leaf and adjusted her hand as she worked so it was even closer to Cassie’s throbbing pussy. Cassie wanted to be touched down there so badly, yet she remained still. She wondered when the hell her fiancé was going to get to the party. She knew they would not be waiting until they got home now.

  “So what do you think?” Sonja asked.

  “It’s good,” Cassie rasped. “Interesting choice.”

  “Well, I couldn’t leave you exposed, could I?”

  “No, that would be bad,” Cassie replied, as she unzipped the coverall to her belly button. “It’s really hot down here, isn’t it?”

  “I hadn’t noticed, but feel free to open up. That thing must be hot and I was wondering what you were wearing under there anyway.” Sonja pulled open the unzipped coverall and regarded Cassie’s body, which was only covered by the tight, white camisole that barely reached her belly button. She unzipped the coverall further, revealing a skimpy pair of lace trimmed panties. She trailed her fingertips across Cassie’s flat belly.

  “So do you approve?”

  “Honestly, I was hoping you weren’t wearing anything at all under there.”

  “Oh,” Cassie replied softly, belatedly realizing they were having a moment.

  Sonja only briefly paused at the edge of the camisole before sliding higher and grazing Cassie’s breast. Cassie gasped when Sonja traced her pebbled nipple. The women locked eyes. Their desire for each other was unspoken, but evident. Sonja flicked the nipple with a navy blue painted nail and Cassie bit her bottom lip and reached out for Sonja. Sonja palmed Cassie’s breast and kissed her hard. Cassie thrust her tongue up into Sonja’s mouth.

  Cassie pushed her chest against Sonja’s hand while twining her fingers in her friend’s thick, raven hair. Sonja kneaded her breast roughly before releasing it to concentrate on pinching and pulling her nipple. Cassie moaned into their kiss. It was fantastic that Sonja understood just how to touch her, how rough she could be without causing pain. It had been many years since Cassie had been with another woman, she’d only done it a handful of times, but she fell right back into it, savoring the differences. She loved how Sonja’s silky hair felt between her fingers, and brushing her cheek, how different Sonja’s lips felt, even the way she sensuously used her tongue to te
ase Cassie’s. Cassie threw herself into kissing Sonja with abandon.

  While Sonja slipped a strap from Cassie’s shoulder inside the coverall and Cassie reached under her dress to squeeze a round, ripe cheek. She always thought Sonja had a terrific ass. She got a good feel of it too, as Sonja was only wearing a thong under her short costume. Sonja’s hand felt cool on her overheated flesh. She massaged Cassie slowly and only touched her pale pink nipple as an afterthought, giving it just enough of a pinch to make Cassie moan and dig her short nails into Sonja’s ass.

  Cassie opened her eyes to see Sonja looking at her while they kissed. There was something predatory in her eyes and it made Cassie shudder. Sonja gave her tongue a playful flick in her mouth and then moved downward, kissing and sucking on Cassie’s tender neck. Cassie couldn’t contain her soft cry when Sonja nibbled on her earlobe. It had always been a particularly sensitive trigger. Most guys she’d been with quickly figured out that if they spent some time biting and sucking her earlobes that Cassie would be putty in their hands. No fool, Sonja figured it out too. She bit and pulled Cassie’s earlobe and Cassie’s soft cries turned to whimpers and she clutched Sonja to her. Cassie found the gusset of Sonja’s thong soaked through and rubbed her there.

  “Mmm, that’s good,” Sonja breathed into Cassie’s ear.

  Cassie was rubbing the side of her hand against Sonja’s sodden cleft and pressed harder when the jet-haired beauty rimmed and teased her nipple with the pointed tip of her tongue. Sonja flicked that painfully hard nipple and Cassie cried out and pushed herself at her ruby lips. Sonja pulled back and kept teasing with her tongue. Cassie breathed hard, yearning for Sonja to kiss her there. She pushed the flimsy thong to the side and found Sonja’s clit with her thumb. She stroked the slippery little button and Sonja stiffened and locked her mouth over Cassie’s breast. Sonja sucked hard while chasing Cassie’s nipple with her tongue and Cassie arched her back. Cassie turned her hand just enough to slip a couple fingers inside Sonja and she could hear wet sucking sounds as she slowly worked her fingers in and out.