Morticia saw him first. Un voyeur, she thought-enfin! And a werewolf he was too. Her sultry cat eyes met his hungry wolf gaze. She winked to him and offered him a superior half smile.
Feel free to look, but don't come any nearer, was the message in her eyes.
The wolf man groaned and exposed a set of teeth which would have scared most women. But Morticia, balancing against the wall while balancing on the very edge of the most exquisite pleasure, was way beyond fear. The sight of his predator gaze and animal mouth, dripping with saliva only added to her pleasure. To be served by her darling husband while being desired by this strange beast excited her. Not because she wanted the wolf to join in, dear God no! She was an exhibitionist by nature, it was a strangers hungry gaze she craved, nothing more. She tilted her head back and moaned, adding just a little bit of theater to the scene. Gomez was rather occupied with his…business under the cover of her party dress and he failed to notice that something extraordinary was going on. Morticia couldn't help herself. She lifted one delicate hand and let her red talons caress her breast in a very seductive way. She played with her decolletage, revealing more naked skin. How she loved this! Gomez would most likely have killed the beast if he knew. He was a bit too jealous for this type of games. But what he did not knew…he enjoyed himself too much to be distracted and she allowed herself to be a bit playful.
Making eye contact with the stranger, did it make her a bad girl? Well, let her be a bad girl then. This was the fun with getting explicit in public, Gomez knew that as well, and still he could not handle it when other men looked at her.
He played her in that sweet and torturous way she loved. Dragging her close to the edge, her breath hitching in her throat and her whole being aching for that final blissful rush into ecstasy. Then he paused, too pleased with spending time between her matchless thighs, she knew, to let it end. The beast who watched her writhing in pleasure and frustration leaned forward. He clenched his hairy fist and his lips curled in a terrifying grin. He's going to attack. The thought jolted trough her head, the clear vision of the wolf making a leap, aiming for her lovers throat and when her poor darling lied dead on the floor he would come for her. For a second Morticia wondered if she had taken this dangerous play too far. Then her husband did something that took the very concept of pleasure to a whole new level, and she cried out loud and lost herself in the moment.