.... Half an hour later, she came down the stairs dressed like a complete slut...which apparently what makes Halloween great...a day you can purposely...dress slutty if you are a female. She was vaguely dressed as Gwen Stacey while her boyfriend, Kevin, was to be Iron Man. I know it made no sense to me either, but when I asked why she wouldn’t be Pepper Potts or even the Black Widow she said because they were old. She obviously had no idea who the Black Widow was or how sexy such a costume would. “A few. I enjoy seducing young married women.” She reached outand picked up my feet and placed one on each of her thighs. Then shebegan to massage my calves. After a couple of minutes she picked upmy left foot and began to rub it. It felt good! Real good! Shesmiled as my sigh of contentment. “I can’t imagine your husband notwanting to fuck you every night. If you were mine I’d use you hardevery night. Very hard.” I felt a quiver of excitment pass. Hedidn't want to go but followed her because he knew she could forcehim physically to go along. As they were walking down the concourse of the mall he wassurprised no one gave him a second look. One man gave him a funnylook then winked at him. He knew that man was over-sexed. The first stop was at the lingerie store where he had bought thepanties for her. This time he felt a lot different than when he hadbought the panties. Traci found slips to match his bras andpanties. They were all lacy. .. on the college's common at midnight ... fucked under the shower in the women's locker room in the Athletics Center ... on a professor's desk after a Philosophy lecture ... and of course in our rooms.We were a perfect match — it was only years later that I realized we were extraordinarily super sexed, that what we were doing wasn't just normal sexual behavior. There was no shyness, no embarrassment as we coupled. Relatively naïve by today's standards (pre Internet) we innocently tried every.