Halloween in Dixie

Alicia Sparks

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

HALLOWEEN IN DIXIE BY ALICIA SPARKS Venus Press LLC 2

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Dear Venus;

I should have known I couldn’t keep my “crush” on my best friend’s husband a secret forever. I didn’t expect for things to come to a head this Halloween, though, at their annual party. “Jared” and I have known each other for several years, ever since our oldest kids, Seth and Blake, started preschool together. I have to admit, I invited his son Blake to more than one birthday party in hopes that Jared would also attend. I felt goofy around him, always saying the wrong thing and feeling completely insecure. But this time, things would be different, I swore. I would hold my head up with confidence, I would look the part of the secure woman, and I would finally say something smart around him. Now, I wasn’t interested in having an affair. All I wanted was a friendly flirtation. Something to make myself feel a little better in the midst of a marriage that seemed to be crumbling around me. So I did what any girl would do…I found the perfect Halloween costume with just the right amount of sex appeal and more than a hint of the flirtation I craved. “Who are you supposed to be?” Jared smiled down at me from his six foot something frame as he opened the door, dressed as a very sexy, Gomez Addams. “A Catholic school girl,” I grinned, twirling one of my long, red ponytails as I walked through the door, handing him a case of beer and a bag of chips. “The rest is in the car.” Yeah, I had the confidence thing down as I lead the way to the backyard. “We’re so glad you could make it,” Courtney, Jared’s wife and my dear friend, came slinking up to me, dressed as Morticia, looking gorgeous as usual. “Wouldn’t miss it,” I smiled as my husband joined us, our two-year-old son, Conor, clinging to his hand. “We’ve got plenty of booze. Just tell Jared what you want.” “I handed him a case of Bud on the way in.” 4

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“Oh, well he probably took it down to the basement with the rest of it. He’ll be playing bar back all night.” Courtney squeezed my shoulder before turning to a group of her friends from work. “Come on, I want you to meet them,” she called. I shot my husband a sideways glance as he nodded to go on and have fun. We had discussed this in the car on the way over. “You need to let loose,” he had suggested, knowing my job was wearing me down. “Besides, you look hot tonight. Mingle, have fun.” My stomach had twisted at his suggestion, but there was something about being under the light of the moon in the midst of people I either didn’t know at all, or hardly knew, that gave me a boost of confidence. Tonight was dress up night, a time to be whoever, whatever I wanted. “Most of the people here are from Jared’s work or mine,” Courtney confessed as we moved to a new group of people, the names from the last group hardly etched in my mind. “Socializing and working at the same time?” I teased. Jared owned a software design company and Courtney did record keeping for the hospital, both of which afforded them a ton of acquaintances. My husband and I were the outcasts as an elementary school teacher and a restaurant manager. “It never seems to stop,” Courtney laughed, her face flushed from the alcohol she’d already drank. When I finally got the chance to recover from all the introductions, I found a place where I could watch my husband and our youngest son play basketball with some of the other kids. Here I was, back to my shy self, staying out of the line of the party, but staying close enough to watch the action. “We’re glad you could come,” Jared sat down next to me, beer fresh on his breath. It wasn’t the scent of a man who’d had too much to drink and was now making a fool of himself. Instead, it was an intoxicating blend of man and booze, something that, breathing it in, set me on fire. Jared was one of the most attractive men I’d ever known. He was my perfect match, I had always thought, with his pierced eyebrow and tattoos. He didn’t look like a biker, his long and lean frame gave him that advantage. But he did look dangerous, like the kind of man you can’t take home to Mama. “Wouldn’t miss it,” I said, reminding myself that he was waiting for an answer. 5

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“You know, the boys seem to have a lot of fun together.” “They have a lot in common.” “Like parents who don’t quite fit in with the rest. I mean, look at these costumes. Typical, dollar store fare. Then there’s you. Where’d you get that stuff anyway?” “My closet,” I confessed. The plaid skirt had been left over from a few years back when they had been stylish, before Britney Spears had turned them into sex objects. The white tank top and button up shirt, which I’d tied at the waist, were from the closet. As a joke, I’d worn lacy, white thigh-high stockings and a tiny white g-string, not that he could see them. To top it off, I had round-toed platform shoes, very unschoolgirl. “It’s nice. Hot. Really hot.” For a second, I thought my heart was going to stop beating, but it only lodged in my throat temporarily as he leaned in a little closer to me. “Jared, we need more beer,” Courtney called from across the lawn. “That’s my signal. Wanna join me?” He stood, unfolding those long legs of his. “I should stay here.” “Why? Looks like your kid is well under control. Besides, I need someone to hold the door for me. It sticks sometimes.” Sounded logical enough to me. I stood, my knees a little wobbly as I followed him into the house. I hadn’t had enough to drink yet to fill me with confidence and poise, so I was still nervous talking to him. “Just stand at the top of the stairs ‘til I get to the bottom. I’ll click on the light and you’ll see the latch on the door. If you let it down slowly, it won’t stick.” Sounded like a plan. I swallowed hard as his hand closed over the door handle and gave it a slight push. I followed behind him, heeding his directions, staying at the top of the stairs. I can’t explain what happened next. All I know is I felt something wrap around my leg and screamed, letting go of the door in the process. I half ran, half fell down the stairs just as Jared turned on the light, pulling the chain beside the light bulb. “What the hell?” he managed as he stumbled back, an armful of me knocking him off balance. “Something touched me. Something…shit, the door.” My mind was not on the door, though. It was on Jared’s hand, which was firmly planted on my bare ass, thanks to my skirt having hiked up during my fall. 6

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“You okay?” he managed, his voice obviously strained as he pulled away. I pushed my skirt back down, making sure all important body parts were covered. “I’m fine.” “It was probably that damned cat. The kids put him down here before the party so he wouldn’t piss on anyone’s shoes. He must have seen his opening and taken it.” “You think the door is locked?” “Probably. I’ll check it.” He waited two seconds before turning from me, his face looking oddly sober as he made his way up the stairs. I watched him give two firm shakes to the door with no success. I reached into the small bag I had with me and pulled out my cell phone. “What are you doing?” he asked, coming back down the stairs. “Calling your house. I figured somebody would let us out.” Before I could react to him, he had made it across the room and placed his hand on mine, closing the phone. “Why not give them time to find us first?” Okay. I swallowed hard, my face, I’m sure, flushing beneath his gaze. “You sure they’ll come looking?” “If I had a wife looking like you tonight, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.” I didn’t need to hear this. Courtney was my best friend, but I was having more than a weak moment. And I had wanted Jared since I could remember. “We should try to call.” “Do you want to call? Are you afraid to be alone with me? You afraid I might bite your neck?” A visible shiver went down my spine at the suggestion. “Or are you afraid you might want me to bite your neck?” “Both,” I managed, almost out of breath, just thinking about the possibilities. “Tell me, Dixie, have you been a bad girl?” I bit my bottom lip, his words going straight to my core, making me wet even as he moved one step closer, pinning me against the large chest-style freezer. “Is that why you’re dressed like a schoolgirl? Have you been bad and need to be punished?” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing, pretending this was all a dream. My best friend’s husband was not standing here, playing on my wildest fantasy. 7

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“Yes,” I finally managed to push the word out from between my lips. “I have been so bad, and I need you to punish me.” “I had hoped you would say that.” His hands closed around my waist as he pulled me flush against him. His cock, hard beneath his black pants, pressed against my abdomen. “Jared, I…” “Bend over.” He spun me around, his voice laced with lust, fueling the fire that burned inside me as my pussy clenched in anticipation for what he may do next. The top of the freezer was just high enough for me to lay my chest and head on as I leaned forward, my ass in the air, my skirt having fallen aside. “Very nice,” he crooned as he slipped a finger between the lacy garter I wore and my skin. His fingers were cold from having been outside, but they felt like sin against me. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this? Bent over? Exposed to me?” No, I hadn’t, but my nipples hardened in response to his questions. I know I had wanted him for so long, I could hardly believe we were together like this. His fingers slid along my tiny g-string, obviously feeling the wetness he had already caused. “Are you always this eager?” he laughed. “Always ready to be fucked?” “Not always.” It was difficult to find my voice, I was so lost in what he was doing to me as his fingers pulled my g-string aside, exposing my cunt to the damp air. “Your pussy lips are so wet. They’re so big, too. Made to be kissed and sucked.” I inhaled sharply as his fingers slid along my bare skin. “So wet…” Taking both his thumbs and placing them inside me, he held me open, as if he planned to inspect my every inch. I don’t think I breathed for a minute or more as I waited to see what he planned to do to me. Right now, I didn’t care. I would let him do anything he wanted, have anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop touching me. I jumped a little as his fingers pulled me open just a little more, enough to get his tongue inside me. I convulsed against the freezer, pulling my pussy away from his mouth, the sensation being too much to bear. “Be still. I said I would punish you tonight. I just didn’t say how.” With one hand on my ass and the other holding my pussy open, he began licking me again. Slowly, his tongue curled around my labia, teasing my lips, dipping into my 8

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opening, sucking the nectar from inside me. I pressed my cunt into his face, determined to have him take all of me. He wanted a fantasy…I was here to give him one. Slipping his hand around to the front of my pussy, he sought out my clit, which was hard and tender. One finger flicked over it, again causing me to jerk against him. His hand held me still as he pressed firmly on my ass. “Be still, Dixie,” he urged, his voice thick with his intentions. “I can’t,” I managed. “Maybe you just need something to do…something to wrap your lips around?” He teased. “Yes. I think I do.” “I thought so.” I waited, anticipating the moment when he would spin me around and place his large, thick cock into my mouth. I had never wanted to suck a dick as much as I wanted to right now. That wasn’t what he had in mind, though. With one hand, he pulled me onto the freezer so that my pussy was now level with his cock. He leaned over me, pressing his still covered crotch into my pussy, which was wet beyond all belief. “What do you want?” “I want you to fuck me.” “I want to fuck you. But not yet. I’m not ready yet. Do you feel how hard I am?” He thrust against me, sliding my body across the freezer. “Yes.” “I’m going to be even harder by the time I slide myself into your tight, wet box. Do you know how tight you are? I had to hold you open to get my tongue inside you.” His words were like chocolate to my system, causing me to move even closer to the edge. God, I wanted to fuck him! Do you know what it’s like to want to fuck somebody so badly? To worry that you’ll be discovered any minute? What if someone walked in on us? What if somebody found out? What if… My thoughts wandered off as something cold positioned itself at the opening of my pussy. “What are you doing?” “Cooling you off.” The hard glass of a beer bottle made its way into my body as he guided it slowly, taking his time. I shivered against it, my pussy convulsing around it, squeezing it, attempting to fuck it as he held me still with his hand. 9

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“You are so fucking ready.” “I am,” I agreed. I had never been more ready, and if he didn’t give me his cock soon, I was going to explode. “I’m going to fuck you now. With this bottle. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.” Somehow, I managed to raise myself up to my knees so that I was on all fours, ready for him to fuck me with the bottle. “There’s a good girl,” he whispered, his hand slapping against my ass in approval. I braced myself for what would come next, knowing he intended to fuck me, knowing he would use the bottle to bring me to ecstasy like I had never known before. My fingers curled around the back of the freezer while I held my ass still, ready for his thrusts. The sound of the bottle entering my pussy was enough to make me wetter than I had been. He pushed it in slowly then pulled it out, allowing it to make a puckering sound as my cunt released it. Pushing it in again, he pulled it out, increasing the frequency, driving it in a little harder, pushing it a little further, taking me a little closer to the edge. I was going to black out. Any minute now, I would completely pass out and he would have his way with me, and I’d never remember a thing. The sensation was too intense. The scent of his cologne mixed with the beer he’d had and the sweat from my pussy made my head spin. Finally, he began fucking me—fucking me!—with the bottle, pushing it in, pulling it out, again, again, again…. Oh, God! I knew I was going to come. I was on the edge. I was right there. All I needed to push me over…the only thing I needed…the only thing…was…Oh, God. He did it! His hand slapped against my ass. Hard. Whack! Whack! Whack! I moved. I thrust. I swiveled my hips. I may have even cried out as his hand continued to punish me. “Have you had enough?” He was out of breath as his words trailed over my back. Yes, I’d had enough, but at the same time, I hadn’t had what I wanted yet. My pussy dripped from my come. My body shook and lurched, turning into a puddle of jelly. Still, I wanted more. I needed more. Somehow, I managed to shake my head. NO! I had not had enough.

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I felt him pull me off the freezer. Gently, he took me into his arms, the beer bottle lost somewhere between here and there. I hadn’t noticed the old recliner in the basement until he sat in it, pulling me into his lap, impaling me onto his cock in one motion. “God, you are incredible,” he murmured against my skin. His hands sought out my breasts, pushing my shirt and bra aside in the process. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel his long fingers on me, his huge cock inside me, his arms wrapping around me as I moved up and down his shaft. I would have ridden him all night, could have ridden him all night, but I knew this would have to end. Somehow I had gotten lost in the moment, but I was coming back to myself now. Now that I finally had what I wanted, I was starting to doubt myself. “You deserve so much more than a fuck in a basement,” he said finally, his words flowing over me. Tears stung the backs of my eyes as I tossed my head back, not wanting to let emotion come into this moment. This was about fucking. About fantasy. Not about anything else. “Shh.” I covered his lips with my fingers. He smiled at me, taking my fingers into his mouth, biting them slightly. I continued to move on his cock, to take him into my body, to rise in his lap, sit back down and bury him deep inside me. We didn’t speak again. Instead, he held onto my hips and began rocking his cock into me, holding me steady as we both drifted toward ecstasy. “Oh, God, Dixie,” he cried, his face twisting in sweet agony. He pulled me off of his cock seconds before his seed shot out of his cock. “I’m sorry,” he managed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I can take care of that,” I smiled down at him, dropping to my knees, preparing to lick his come from his lap. My tongue darted out, taking his nectar into my mouth, drinking in his scent, his face, every ounce of this moment. We’d never have it again. We could not ever do this again. I stood on shaky knees when the deed was done. I had never cheated on my husband before, no matter how many excuses I’d had for doing it. This was probably the most awkward moment of my life. I turned to him as he began fixing his pants, untucking his shirt to cover the come stain. 11

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“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms before I could protest. I didn’t want to fall against him, but I had no choice. Having sex with him had caused ten thousand emotions to surface, all things I didn’t want to consider. How would I feel if my husband or my friend found out about this? How would they feel? “This is okay, you know. You and I. I don’t want things to be weird.” “They will be.” “They don’t have to be. I care for you a lot. This wasn’t just sex to me. It was something else. Something I can’t explain.” “Don’t try. We should get out of here.” I grabbed a beer from the fridge, which had been the point in us coming down here after all. Knocking the top off of it, I downed half of it before thinking. “You are beautiful.” I was a mess. My hair was all screwed up and my clothes were wrinkled. I still hadn’t figured out how I felt inside. “Thanks,” I managed, sure I didn’t sound sincere. “That was really incredible. I’ve never…it was great.” “You know we can never do it again.” “Why’s that?” “We’re married. And to different people.” Why was it that women always had to be the logical ones? “I don’t think they’d mind as much as you think.” “Then they’re nuts.” “Do you mind?” His hand closed over mine. “If we could do this again, would you?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes, it does. If you could, would you?” I bit my lip and set my jaw in determination. “Probably.” “Good.” I watched him walk up the stairs and jiggle the door handle again. This time, it opened perfectly. When the night air hit me in the face, I was relieved to be back among the strangers. Why? Because being with Jared had made me think of things that nice girls shouldn’t think of. What if they wouldn’t mind? What if we could all get together and 12

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have some sort of mind-blowing orgy once a month or something? Everyone would be better off, wouldn’t they? It sure as hell would beat the stress of our marriages. “There you are!” Courtney found me as I sat back on the bench where I’d been earlier. “I was looking for you. Are you okay?” “I was helping Jared get beer.” I avoided her eyes as I spoke. “I see. And did you get any?” I turned to look at her, only to see a humorous smile on her lips. “Huh?” “Beer. Did you get any beer?” I held up my bottle. “Yep.” “You know, Jared really likes your outfit tonight.” Okay, I practically choked on my beer. “Thanks.” “That basement door sticks sometimes.” I really couldn’t handle this. “It does?” “Yeah. It’s a bitch when it does. A person could be down there for hours, unable to get help.” She looked straight ahead, as if she were completely unaware that I had just fucked her husband. My stomach dropped as my husband and Conor approached. Jared was two steps behind them. “Jared was just telling me you two got stuck in the basement.” I was going to die right here. I sucked on my beer, refusing to answer, afraid of what I might say. “And I was just inviting Dixie over to play cards next weekend, wasn’t I?” Her hand slid into my lap, landing on my thigh, not moving as it ran against the sweat her husband had been responsible for. “Poker?” Jared winked. “All night long,” Courtney winked back, as if the two of them had a silent means of communication. “Sounds good,” my husband said. “Ball!” Conor called, wanting to go back to play basketball. “You okay?” my husband asked. “Just fine,” I managed. “Come on, buddy, I’ll go play, too,” Jared smiled down at Conor. The three of them took off again. 13

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“You know, next week is Jared’s birthday, and he’s had one thing on his mind for a while now. I’d like to think he got what he wanted tonight.” Courtney squeezed my knee before standing up. She turned and shot me a wink. I took another sip of my beer, realizing I had been played. “I’ll kick your ass in poker next weekend,” I smiled. “Be prepared to lose your shirt!”

*** Tomorrow night is poker night. I’m not stupid. I just didn’t realize Courtney and Jared were as interested in us as my husband and I have been in them. Funny how sometimes you think you know someone so well and you never really know what goes on inside their heads. Needless to say, my husband and I have had the most amazing sex this week. And we fully intend to “win” the competition this weekend. Thanks for listening Venus. And thanks for helping wake up my sex life. Yours truly, Helluva Halloween in Dixie

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About the Author

Cleverly disguised as the girl next door, Alicia Sparks lives a double life as hot, erotic romance novelist by night and college instructor by day. With several books to her credit in various erotic genres, Alicia’s writing has earned her rave reviews, including a five star review from Romance Junkies. Always searching for new “models” for her heroes, her favorites are moody musicians and slow talkin’ cowboys. When she isn’t writing, Alicia spends her time hanging out with her two sons, Sean and Ian, teaching college freshmen, running her own adult novelty business and doing research to complete her Ph.D. in Folklore. Look for more novels from Alicia later on this year.

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