This is mild compared to those in the thread, but they were fun memories:
Several Halloweens back (2006) I was at a house party with my wife, hosted by a couple who is friends of my sister. I was dressed as Harry Whittington, the man Dick Cheney accidentally shot on a hunting trip. I had a monogrammed hunting vest with his initials and bbs pasted to my face and chest, with drops of fake blood running from them. It was meant to be fun, but several of the partygoers were very serious Republicans and took offense and tried to excuse the accident, etc. I barely knew the hosts, but the group I was with (including my sister) were getting pretty drunk in record time. The hostess is from a Latin American country and had a reputation of being flirty. My sister had previously told me and my wife that she was screwing the pool man and others in the big house her husband worked hard for.
As the party started winding down, there were about 20 people left with our group being almost half of them. We were relaxing in the big kitchen and I was half leaning/half sitting on one of the counters. My wife was about 20 yards away near the bar with my sister talking with the host. The hostess was paying special attention to me, mixing me drinks I didn't need, etc. She started staring at the bbs on my face and asked where I'd gotten them. My BIL, joking, told her they were the tiny candies that people use to decorate cakes and cookies. Before I could realize what was happening, the hostess leaned in and sucked on my face to dislodge a bb. This wasn't a quick peck - she had her mouth fully open and I could feel her warm tongue move inches across my face to the bb. While she did that, she reached into my crotch with her right hand and began kneading my cock. I was getting hard because it was an unexpected but very erotic moment. It only lasted a few seconds, but my breath was shaky and my wife was watching the whole thing unfold and so was the host! She was furious, but he took it in stride. Once we'd walked back to my sister's house to stay the night we fucked like animals. The host and hostess probably did too.
An unrelated tidbit: I've had desires for my SIL since I was dating my wife. SIL would hang around nearby, behind my wife who I was speaking to, wearing a really loose shirt that gave awesome downblouse and sideboob views. She was really hot and has given me some nice looks, upskirt, etc over the years. When she stayed at our house for a month, I peeped her in the shower a few times and I'm pretty sure she knew. If she did what George's SIL did in his first post here, I'd probably blow a load or dive down on her hairy beaver.
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