The Halloween Party Like many couples we tend to have more sex when we're on holiday. It's usually warm. We are more relaxed and have no responsibilities. No horses to feed, dogs to walk or grand children to entertain. Most of all we have anonymity and what goes on holiday stays on holiday. My wife Rachael, usually a bit reserved and conservative when it comes to sex, adopts a different and more adventurous persona. Before you get too excited dear reader, even on holiday we're not into the more extreme elements of the sport. Gang bangs are not our thing. We have enjoyed sex in the dunes of Maspalomas and some very public massage, wanking, licking, sucking and fucking on beaches in the south of France. However the only cock, at least recently, that has got to enjoy her tight little pussy has been mine. Before I go on to the point of this story, a brief description might be appropriate. We are a professional, mature but well preserved couple. Rachael is five foot two, a slim size ten with lovely 36C breasts and the smoothest of white skin. She is trimmed down below. I'm five foot seven, medium build, average cock and shaven. Now to the events that form the core of this little tale. We had decided to take a short break in York and had booked into small quiet hotel that we know just outside the City walls. The beds are always comfortable, the food good and the large bookable Jacuzzi is a bonus. We booked for the Halloween weekend. When we arrived the hotel was fuller than usual and we were told that there was to be a fancy dress Halloween party on the Saturday to which we were invited. During the day on Saturday we did the usual tourist things, the Minster, the Shambles and the Jorvic centre. Then we found a fancy dress shop and selected our costumes for the evening. After much rummaging among the stock, we decided on a French tart costume for Rachael - short black skirt, white semi-transparent blouse, uplifting half cup bras, fishnet stockings, high heels and a beret, and a long black vicar's cassock for me. In the evening we showered and donned our costumes. Rachel looked delicious. I don't know how I resisted fucking her on the spot. But she was having none of it and we joined the other the guests for dinner. We knew no-one. The range of costumes was fantastic, from the simple to the wildly exotic and some very sexy. One young lady came as a vampire but her costume consisted entirely of water-resistant body paint. Her partner was dressed as the devil with a skin tight red body suit, horns and a long forked tail. Unusually the tail did not start at his rear but was an extension of his cock. After dinner, a lot of wine and increasing merriment, our host took us discretely to one side. "I think I should explain", he said, "to avoid embarrassment. The hotel is actually closed tonight for our annual private party. Your booking was taken by mistake. I must warn you that in the past things have got a little hot. You are very welcome to stay, " he said, with his eyes firmly fixed on Rachael's tits, "but I would understand if you moved elsewhere or stayed in your room. "I wouldn't mind staying", I whispered to Rachel while gazing at the painted vampire. "That's alright by me, nobody knows us", she replied, eyeing the devil's twitching tail. We're usually more wallflowers than dancers but tonight we entered into the swing of things, dancing, drinking and generally having a good time. Rachael attracted a good deal of attention and was partnered on the dance floor by numerous men who obviously were very attracted by the sight of her tits through the semi-transparent blouse and the increasingly regular flashes of white skin above her stockings. Soon the guests were indulging in increasingly overt sexual activity, and some were wandering off to different parts of the hotel to play. I went to find more drinks and decided to have a look in at the Jacuzzi. It was full of naked fucking, sucking and licking guests. When I got back to the main room Rachael was nowhere to be seen. I searched the hotel and eventually found her in the cellar. It was a bare, carpeted room with white painted walls. On the far wall was attached a large wooden X shaped cross and bound to it hand and foot was Rachael. She was highlighted by a spot suspended from the ceiling in the centre of the room. The Pope was licking her left nipple and a very sexy nun was doing the same to the other. The devil was kneeling between her legs licking her pussy. Perhaps half a dozen naked couples were enjoying the entertainment. Rachael was obviously in heaven, or was it hell? Either way she was clearly enjoying the experience, thrusting her hips forward to meet the devil’s probing tongue and her screams became louder and louder as she was led to her climax. Behind the devil kneeling at Rachael’s feet was the painted vampire. She was on all fours and reaching round to wank his cock. Even without the tail extension it was pretty impressive.In spite of our usual agreement that there was never penetration by anyone else, I couldn’t control myself. I dropped to my knees behind the vampire pressed my cock into her warm moist tight pussy, gripped her hips and began pumping as if my life depended on it. Rachael’s eyes were wide open, as was her mouth from which came an almighty scream as the devil’s tongue brought her to a mind blowing orgasm. At the same time my balls exploded and with a final thrust I filled the vampire with my cum. It wasn’t Maspalomas or the south of France but all the ingredients were there – warmth, no responsibilities, relaxation, alcohol and anonymity. I hope we get invited next year.