Mrs. Reid’s Curiously Hot Candy

Mrs. Reid’s Curiously Hot Candy

A Halloween 2021 submission

Tyler shepherded his kids off Duchovny street and up on to Hill street. His little Spider Man and Pretty Princess were in full trick or treat mode, charging from house to house like little looting goblin maniacs. They pushed their way up the steep hill that gave Hill street its creative name. Hannibal had started out in the little valley next to the river, and the rich folks had built their mansions up here with money made from hauling lumber, grain and furs on the steamboats. Now, two hundred years later, the hill was a garden district of fabulous old Victorian houses and mansions, B&B’s and historical museums.

The kids soldiered on up the hill, driven by the call of better loot like pirates. Tyler was born and raised in the little river town of Hannibal. He was a Flatbottom kid, raised in a stilt shack that flooded out all the time. His place on Duchovny was a huge step up for him. It hadn’t been enough to save his marriage to Crystal, though. Long hours put in across the river at the ConAgra plant in Quincy had bought him a house but lost him a wife. He really did miss his kids, and was happy she had let him take them trick or treating. A dying art in most towns, in Hannibal every kid knew that the best candy was up on Hill street. The spooky old houses were all decorated up, and there were lots of kids up here, getting the good stuff from the rich folks.

Spider Man and Pretty Princess turned up the walk to a beautiful Queen Anne B&B. The painted lady was decorated up old school. No inflatable crap or plastic decorations, they had real flame tiki torches lining the walk, cobwebs in the trees, and as a centerpiece a homemade Reaper. Maybe eight feet tall, it looked like a wooden cross with black cloth over it like a robe, a real deal scythe in its bony hands and a huge jack o lantern head lit up from inside. It looked great, better than store bought crap. They went up the stairs where a nice looking lady greeted them like a Kindegarten teacher.

Tyler remembered her from around the neighborhood. He lived just a few blocks away, after all. She was short, maybe five foot, and nicely curvy. She had on an orange and brown sweater that covered her tits, yet was just tight enough to make you aware they were definitely still under there. He had hoped she would be in costume; every time he had seen her around town, her long reddish brown hair had caught his eye. With a chest like that, he was hoping for a sexy witch costume, or sexy devil, or sexy anything. It was like she made it a point to cover up.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” At least his children were properly educated in such things. She bent down at talked to the little ones. “Do you have a trick?” Tyler folded his arms, the proud Papa. His son spoke up immediately. “What kind of pants to ghosts wear?” “I don’t know.”

“Boo jeans!”

She clapped and smiled. “That’s awesome! We have a special treat for you! Go see Dennis over there, and you can play a game to win even more candy!” They went over to a large, heavy guy with red hair and a beard, who had a cornhole game set up with the beanbags. The kids got an extra piece for each one they made in. It kept them busy for a minute, and was a nice touch.

Speaking of touching, she touched Tyler gently on the arm to get his attention as they watched the kids on the porch. “It’s really great to see a Dad taking his kids out for Halloween. Too many just can’t be bothered.”

“I love Halloween. Love the costumes. I was hoping to see more adults wearing them, though.” She smirked up at him with an upturned eyebrow. “I’ll just bet you were. Too bad I chickened out at the last minute. My costume was a little too revealing. You would have ate it up.” She held his gaze just a little bit too long, with a smile that was a bit more than friendly. Up close, she had lovely green eyes that were full of mischief, and when she smiled wide she got these knockout dimples.

“I’m Tyler,” he said as Pretty Princess jumped and down, victorious. As they moved forward, she put her hand on the small of his back for a moment. Not quite on his ass, but still. “I’m Jen. OK kids, who won?”

He collected his children and tried to remain calm being three feet away from her assumed husband. He sent the kids off the porch, after they yelled THANK YOU! As he turned to leave, Jen made him pause and picked up a little card just inside the door. She handed it to him as he made for the porch stairs. “Here’s a little treat for you,” she said as her oblivious husband gathered up the bean bags twenty feet away. “Good Daddies deserve to get adult treats on Halloween too. See you soon!”

“Uh, thanks,” he said, going down the stairs, confused. He paused on the walk to look at the card while a new gang of kids ran up. The front was a standard business card, proclaiming that the Enchanted Garden Bed & Breakfast, Hannibal MO, was owned and operated by Dennis and Jennifer Reid. There was also a website. Okay. The back of the card had a little candy taped to it, like a toffee. Written on the back in feminine script was ‘Return at 10:30 sharp to get your treat!” and “Eat this 30 min before you come!” There was a smiley face with devil’s horns after come. Confused, he looked up at the porch. Mrs Jenny Reid was kneeling down with the current kids, and as she sent them over to her husband, she caught Tyler’s eye. And as she stood, for a moment, her hand brushed up her sweater, pulling it up for an instant so he could se a flash of bright pink thong riding up over the hip of her blue jeans. She winked, then she turned as if he wasn’t there.

The young Dad kept thinking about the petite housewife as he finished the Hill street run with his goblins. Was she for real? Was she just teasing the guys on Halloween? It was pretty ballsy of her to flirt with him so openly right in front of her husband. He was either galactically naïve or didn’t give a shit. Most guys would not just turn a blind eye to that. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She hadn’t been overly slutty. She was dressed modestly, actually, though it was pretty cold tonight. She hadn’t been too brazen. Just enough. She was a low key hot housewife, he decided. Maybe she just wanted to have a little fun on this wicked night. Who knows?

Eventually little feet were too tired and treat bags were too heavy. He got the kids in the truck and listened to them chatter and eat candy while he drove them up to Crystal’s house about twenty miles away in Canton. She had generously allowed him to pick them up for trick or treating in Hannibal, even though it wasn’t his weekend. They were actually pretty reasonable about things when it came to the kids. She could afford to be generous; she had upgraded to a nicer house owned by the professor she was banging at the college where she worked. By the time he unloaded them and made the return run through the farmlands, it was almost ten o’clock when he pulled into the QT for gas. The whole way back, he thought about the hot little housewife. She seemed quietly hot, almost subdued. Like when you got her alone in bed, she would turn into a cougar. He fantasized about sneaking her into one of the guest rooms of her bed and breakfast. Hell, he fantasized about her giving him road head as he sped through the night.

He examined the card she gave him again under the cold harsh lights of the gas station as he filled up. She had been so bold just flirting with him right in front of her husband, and then to give him an actual invitation to come back? And what was up with this candy? Unwrapping it, it was soft and looked like a tootsie roll. Smelled like cinnamon. Given that the card said to eat it 30 minutes before coming over, he suspected she laced it with Viagra or something. Not that he needed that. As the pump shut off, he shrugged and popped it in his mouth. He didn’t really know why. It was chewy, and spicy. Really spicy. It tasted strongly of cinnamon, but also other stuff too. Like tequila? The hot wings at Eddie’s? He jumped back in for the quick drive home. It was really good, but the flavor was so intense you almost had to spit it out. It cleared his sinuses. Long after he swallowed it, he had a strong aftertaste in his mouth, like he chewed some Big Red gum.

He parked at his house and walked the few blocks up the hill back to the bed and breakfast. It was cold enough now he could see his breath in the streetlights. He knew this was probably a bad idea. Knew he shouldn’t help a wife cheat on a husband. But he was horny. Getting damn horny, in fact. His erection was getting stronger as he got closer to her house. His breathing came fast, and he was sweating. What did she put in that candy, meth? He decided her fucking around was her husband’s problem, not his. He crept up the sidewalk, did a quick look around the empty street, and turned up the walk to the porch. As he put his foot on the steps, the walnut door to the old house opened up. Her husband held the door open with a big smile. Tyler froze like a deer in the headlights. Dennis waved him up.

“You’re ten thirty, right? You got the card?” Dumbfounded, Tyler held up the card as evidence. “Well, come on in, it’s cold out! You can wait here in the entry, it won’t be a minute.” Cautiously, the would be creeper came through the outer door. In old houses like this, they often had two sets of doors spaced a few feet apart like an airlock. The two men were now awkwardly waiting in this small space.

“I’m Dennis, by the way,” the husband said, extending a hand. Tyler shook it. “Bob”.

“Pleased to meet you, Bob. She won’t be long now. You made a good impression on her, taking your kids out trick or treating. Not many Dads doing that these days. You ate the candy at the right time?”

“Sure. Listen, I gotta ask, she’s your wife, right? Are you cool with all this?”

Dennis smiled and held his red beard in his hand. “Fifteen years now. We couldn’t be happier. You?”

“I was, up until about two years ago.”

“Sorry to hear that. The way I see it, a good marriage is all about open communication. About making sure the other person’s needs are met. I know Jen. I know she needs nights like this. So yeah, I’m okay with this.” He patted Tyler on the shoulder and looked him in the eye. “Really, it’s okay. Just follow her rules so things don’t get too crazy. Ah, here we go.”

A short, balding man came out of the house to the entry. He was red faced, stumbling a little as he looked at the two men with exhausted surprise. He shook Dennis’s hand. “Thank you, Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it. Have a good night, drive safe now.” He saw the man off through the door and watched him fumble through the dark. “Ok, Bob, she’s all clear. The Ladies’ Parlor on the right.”

Tyler entered the lovely old B&B. Everything was antique furniture, hardwood floors and trim, high ceilinged luxury. He entered the parlor and came up short. It was lit by several old lamps, turned down low for soft mood lighting. A fire crackled in the hearth. Jennifer stood in the middle of the parlor, dressed in her Halloween costume. She was a dominatrix.

He crossed the room to get a closer look. Stunning. She wore a black and red corset, one that forced her full breasts up and out like a shelf. Matching black and red boots went up to her calves. A curled bullwhip was tied to one curvy hip. She even had black leather panties! She had on a black felt mask, like a Zorro mask, with holes cut big enough you could clearly see her sparkling green eyes. Best of all was her big, impish smile, showing off those dimples. Stunning. “I can see why you couldn’t wear that earlier! Jen, you look amazing.” She spun around for him so he could take it in. She crinkled her nose at him. “Call me Mrs. Reid. It makes it dirtier, don’t it?” The corset was the real deal, and it gave her a much more pronounced hourglass figure. The sweater had been hiding a really kickass body after all. He was sweating again nervously. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Reid.”

“I’m so glad you decided to come! Let me explain the rules to you.” She strutted over to a table, picking up an old fashioned alarm clock with the bells on top. She wound and set it, looking back at him and winking. “First: you are only here for tonight, for a half hour. This is a now or never moment. You do not ever come around my house uninvited after this. Second: everything below the waist on me is off limits. Third: when this goes off in a half hour, you get out, no matter what. So let’s not waste time.” She picked up what looked like a thin wooden coaster. One side had a blue Male symbol, the other a pink Female symbol. “So, who should be in charge tonight? You?” she flipped it Male, green eyes boring into him. “Me?” flipped it again. Came closer, just a step away. “Or do we let chance decide?”

Tyler folded his arms and cocked his head. “Flip for it.” She tossed the coaster into the air, letting it fall on the hardwood floor with a clatter. They both looked down at the blue Male symbol.

She took his hand and guided it up to her hair. She closed his hand around a fistful. “This goes here, to start. Now what?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re in charge. Kiss me from the waist up all you want.” He pulled her forward and leaned down for a kiss. She was a short little thing. She eagerly returned his kisses, hot and pressing, their tongues dancing with each other. There’s something about that first kiss with a new woman, that first real kiss where you can feel their mouth, feel them getting horny. She smelled like apples and cinnamon. He ran his hands across her bare back, down the leather corset. She had her hands all over his shoulders. He was so hard now. He pulled her hair off to one side to lick and nibble at her exposed neck. She had on a black lace choker that had a silver Devil’s star pendant on it. He licked the lace, then lower to her collarbone. One hand squeezed her full breast, so soft and yet firm. Her hand slid down to his pants, squeezing his rock hard erection.

She breathed into his ear. “Please. Make me suck your cock. Please.” He gently forced her down to her knees on the hardwood floor. She looked up at him through the mask mischievously, the tip of her tongue touching her lips. “Shall you unwrap it, or should I?” Tyler didn’t say anything, he just unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. She gave it a long swipe with her tongue, then another. God, it felt like heaven! He was so fucking turned on now, his mind shut down as she went to work on him. She held the base of his cock still as she ran her lips around the tip, her head making slow lazy circles. Then she gripped him with her lips and slid him in and out, her coppery hair bouncing as she bobbed her head back and forth. He got both hands into her hair and tried to watch as she sucked him.

Her technique was flawless. Her head would twist as she pumped his dick in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him with those green eyes as she flicked her tongue at the head. She made contented little humming noises each time he penetrated her. Without breaking rhythm, her hands pulled at his jeans until they were down around his thighs. Then she held his cock up out of the way as she licked his balls, sucking on them as one hand tickled the head of his cock with manicured fingertips. Tyler had been around, but he couldn’t remember ever getting head this good.

“Damn, you suck a mean cock, Mrs. Reid. You suck your husband like this?”

“Anytime he wants. Every time. If he has to ask, I feel I’ve failed as a good wife.”

“Can I fuck your mouth?”

She stopped and leaned back, her hands on her thick thighs. She pointed at the coaster on the floor. “Get something straight. I’m not going to give you an orgasm. You’re going to take one. See the difference?” Then she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, raising an eyebrow as a question.

He stepped forward, grabbing her by the back of the head and guiding his cock into her eager mouth. He held her with both hands and pumped away. She kept her lips perfectly tight, and started moaning again. Her hands grabbed his ass with both hands and drew him in, her nails digging in. He couldn’t take it. He grunted repeatedly as he blew his load. It had been months since he had a date, and she was so fine. He felt her tongue massage the sweet spot of his cock as he spurted, her tight mouth swallowing everything he had to give. He came so hard he actually got a little dizzy. “Dammit.”

She wiped the edge of her mouth as she stood up, then wrapped her arms around his neck. “What’s the matter lover? I thought that was fantastic!”

Tyler nodded over at the clock. Not quite ten minutes had gone by. “That was so good, I just wanted it to last longer. Still got twenty minutes.”

“Oh, that. Well, if I was in charge, I bet I could get another load out of you. Care to try?” she smiled as they pulled in for another kiss. He was still pretty hard, even after coming. What did she put in that damn candy? “Sure, that treat you gave me seems to be keeping me going.” She tapped her foot down by the coaster on the floor he got the hint. He bent down and flipped it so the Female symbol was showing, and stood back up. Now she was standing with her hands on her hips, no smile whatsoever. “Pull your pants down to your ankles, now. Now.” She commanded and grabbed him by the cock as he complied, making him penguin walk over closer to the fireplace. “Down on your hands and knees. Good boy. Look at you, still nice and hard. Now you’re really gonna get it.”

“What’s in that candy anyway?”

“It’s called Placebo.” She produced a little crystal bottle of oil and rubbed some in her hands.

“It’s pretty strong, whatever it is.”

“I know, right?” she said as she started rubbing the oil into his cock. It smelled strongly of cinnamon as well, and burned a little bit like Ben Gay. He jumped a little but she smacked him on the ass to settle him down. “Nope, I’m in charge now, remember? You just relax while I milk you a little.”

His head hung down with the pleasure of it. She was using both hands, twisting in opposite directions. He was totally hard again now, maybe even harder if that was possible. Being on your hands and knees with your cock hanging down changed how getting jerked off felt, plus he was sensitive from just having an orgasm in her mouth. He chuckled. “You milk the bull, you got a friend for life.”

She smacked him on the ass again. “I’ve heard that one before. I kinda like the sound of that, though. You wanna be my Bull, baby?”

Tyler let out a bull grunt in affirmative. Jen kept massaging his dick, one hand pulling down and twisting. Every so often she would rub the palm of her hand around the head before restarting her milking. The other hand reached around behind his ass and started massaging his balls. He spread his legs as best he could to give her better access. She would massage the base of his sack with her thumb and finger, pressing in and rubbing in small circles. Then she would lightly rub and tickle the whole thing, the oil making his nuts tingle. And the whole time, the other hand relentlessly twisted away as she jerked him.

She slid under him and took the tip in her mouth, making him groan. He thought it was a little too loud, so he looked out to the entry nervously.

“It’s okay if he hears. It’s not like he doesn’t know what’s going on in here.” She contentedly sucked his cock upside down as she tickled his asshole. “If you were my wife, I’d lock you in the basement and never let you go.”

She stopped sucking and looked right at him. “That’s why I would never agree to marry someone like you.” She put the tip back in her lips, holding still while she jacked the shaft with one hand into her mouth. She opened up so the head would quickly beat against her tongue. “He is one lucky man.”

“He really is. Luck has nothing to do with it, actually. Dennis is amazing.” He watched upside down as she licked the head of his dick, massaging the shaft as well. She looked up at him. “Hey, have you ever heard of something called No Nut November?” He shook his head. “It’s when guys try not to jerk off for an entire month, or sometimes not even come at all.”