Sharing the Hucow

  SHARING

  the Hucow

  Copyright 2017 by Sarah Sethline

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  Parties. I LOVE them. The chance to let loose, meet cool people, and make a memory or two that will live on in infamy on Facebook is just all so enticing.

  Granted, I don't get to party much anymore, be it that I'm now a 26-year-old mom and wifey. But I never pass up the chance when I can…

  I'm Erin, by the way. My husband is also named "Aaron"… just, you know, the male spelling of it. So we're both "Erin/Aaron T. Johnson" - that's right, we even share the same middle initial! It can be confusing at times, but overall it's a lot of fun sharing the same name as my best friend and lover. :)

  We have the whole white-picket fence thing going in a suburb outside Anaheim. A real classy neighborhood in a good school district, one I can be proud to call my home. I've definitely counted my lucky stars and can tell you that they are numerous, to be married to such a quality man living in such a quality neighborhood, and being the proud mama to the most adorable baby boy to boot!

  My meet-cute with Aaron happened at a Whole Foods of all places, shortly after we'd both bid adieu to our respective universities. I'm beyond thankful that I didn't meet my husband in college, because I was a little "wild" back in those days… to put it mildly. I was sexy and I knew it, and used my pretty face and slammin' bod to fuck my way through most of the undergrad class.

  The Freshmen Fifteen? Those were merely the first 15 guys I sucked off… and they should feel honored to have been among the first.

  It's not that I was Queen Slut or anything - I had my sisters to back me up. My sorority was a confirmed place for guys to come to get any "need" attended to, in exchange for good grades (if a girl was fucking a nerdy boy), or to obtain a sexy piece of arm candy at the next big rager. Or - if the girl was like me - the taste of cum or the feel of a nice hard dick was all the reward that was needed. The guys knew they could count on me for a blowjob to accompany any visit to their house; I could never seem to get enough of the thrill that came from fucking and pleasing scores of young studs.

  Even today, the wanting stare from men's eyes follows me wherever I go. It helps that my body snapped right back into place after giving birth, and my husband reports that my pussy is somehow - miraculously - even tighter than it was before. I was blessed up top before, with my tits clocking it at a "perfect" 34D, but now, thanks to my milk coming in, my jugs have ballooned to an even more delicious 36F. A sexy contrast to my toned tummy and hourglass hips.

  What I'm packing in back is equally as lush and grab-able as my breasts. I'm very fortunate in that I have both tits and ass, so men don’t have to choose which they like best!

  And of course I rock the most gorgeous chestnut hair; locks that just scream for you to run your fingers through. My eyes pierce you with the most sparkling blue; one look, and you've sworn you've seen me in something. In Vogue, perhaps, or on the arm of the leading hunk in some movie…

  Be it that I spent four long years being "used", it was a breath of fresh air when I met Aaron, who actually waited until the fifth date to try and fuck me. Gorgeous in his own right, despite that he's hot and I'm hot, he's genuinely always seemed more interested in my personality. Don't get me wrong; he's definitely put in his time delighting in my big boobs, sucking and motorboating them, and grabbing and spanking my tight ass.

  Of course his cock isn't the biggest or best I've ever had (kind of not fair when you've fucked half the junior class), but he makes up for it by being a champ at pussy eating. He's one of those rare breeds who truly enjoys doing it, and so it's basically a staple of our sex life. Before, during and even after the main event, you'll find my loyal husband diligently dining on the feast between my legs.

  I wish I could say he was kinkier than that, but his taste for pussy is, sadly, where the "plus" portion of our "vanilla-plus" sex life comes to an end. Blame it on the baby, blame it on having been together a few years now, but the wetness from leading an active sex life together was drying up… fast.

  It took four long months before we even started fucking regularly again post-baby (if a few times a month can count as "regularly"). Always with a condom now - that dreaded condom. We don't want another baby quite yet (soon, though - soon), and I don't want the hormones from any pill affecting my breast milk, so fucking a plastic bag is where we are.

  While Aaron did adopt a newfound appreciation for groping my big boobs once I'd started milking, he didn't really take an interest in enjoying the fruits of my teat. It was a real letdown in my book, because I could think of nothing sexier than having my loving husband suckling at my breasts, his dick hardening from the primal nature of the act.

  As much as I love our life together outside of the bedroom, sometimes I let our ho-hum sex life get to me; my mind wanders and begins to fantasize about what I used to be able to get freely. It doesn't help that Aaron practically encourages other men to flirt with me. He always seems to have this amused glint in his eye when a man is chatting me up in front of him.

  You know what's a good place to be chatted up by random hotties?

  Parties.

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  When we received the invite to a sexy animal-themed costume party held by our adventurous neighbors down the block, I squealed and jumped in place a little bit, excited not only by the prospect of attending this party, but about what it could do for Aaron and I's sex life. Though I'd yet to go to one of these parties before, I'd heard through the grapevine that they were the place to fuck or get fucked. And it said right on the invite that the animal theme benefited the local zoo, so there was no excuse not to go!

  Tax write-off!

  The sexy shindig was being held on an average Saturday night, but I arranged for the baby-sitter to stay all of Sunday, too, just in case. I'd pumped enough milk to get my little calf through a freak blizzard, wanting to have him all stocked up so I could actually drink at this party and enjoy it, with time to get it out of my system before he returned to sucking at the source.

  We weren't acquainted with the party hosts, Shannon and Jed, very well, but they were always polite whenever one of us happened to walk or drive past the other's place. Shannon always seemed genuinely interested in how our now-toddler son was (I think because the mommy in her was living vicariously through me), and was aware that I'm currently breastfeeding.

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  "This isn't a 'furry' party, is it?" was Aaron's first question as we shopped for our costumes online, laptops side by side.

  He'd done minimal poking around before landing on a big bad wolf getup, but I myself wanted to shoot for something sexy, not scary.

  "So what if it is?" was my sly reply as I clicked through the more provocative section of the online party store.

  I honestly wasn't sure, but it seemed reasonable that it could very well be that, under the guise of benefiting an animal themed charity. Shannon and Jed certainly had a reputation for letting these parties get a little wild…

  I discretely turned my computer screen away as Aaron closed his and got up.

  "Well, mine's ordered," he announced with a kiss on my cheek, leaving the kitchen and heading for his study.

  I didn't want him to see what I'd placed in my cart; partly because I didn't want him to talk me out of it, and partly because I wanted it to be a sexy surprise.

  When I spotted this costume, I knew it'd be perfect: a skin-tight, black and white, full-body spotted cow costume. The kicker was that it had cuto
uts for my two huge "udders" to hang freely, and a big zippered flap that spanned my pussy and ass for easy access.

  The body-hugging nature of it was sure to show off my supreme curves; the tight contrast of my pre-baby belly resting beneath two giant, milky jugs, and the strain of the fabric against my luscious ass. It, of course, came with a bovine headpiece to disguise my identity, and there was even a tail I hoped Aaron would pull later as he fucked HARD still wearing the costume.

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  My sneaky shopping paid off and I did, indeed, look fucking fantastic in the outfit I'd chosen. I'd set the delivery date for the day of the party on purpose, so Aaron couldn't protest and convince me to order something else.

  My hubby wasn't home yet when I slipped it on for the first time -- it fit like a dream. My two breasts bulging above the set of udders attached to my stomach was sexy as hell, and the flap that concealed my pussy and ass did so in a very minimal sense. Anyone could make out the inner folds of my labia and sleek crack of my ass with a mere glance -- the costume was that tight.

  The cow head fit surprisingly well, and was actually more on the cute side than freaky or funny looking, thank god. I was still able to snack, drink and - god willing - suck cock out of it, all without giving up my true identity.

  Aaron didn't get his first glimpse of me as a sexy cow until about half an hour before we were supposed to leave for the party. His response was a combination of angry and aroused.

  "Jesus Christ, Erin, you look hot as fuck in that costume! But babe, don't you think it's a bit much? Even for you? I mean, come on, it's clinging to your whole damn body. Your tits are out for the world to see, and your vagina might as well be, too, because I can see right through that thing."

  I not-so-innocently massaged my hands over my exposed tits and replied, "Honey, my tits are part of the costume. Notice there's only two other udders on my stomach. You can't have a cow with only two udders, now, can you?"

  Aaron's eyes followed my hands to my chest and stayed transfixed. My distraction technique was clearly working.

  "I… I know you like to give people a show, babe, but I think they might… get the wrong idea about this costume," my hubby said slowly.

  "And what idea is that?" I purred as I moved to rub up against him, my full tits and wanting pussy pressing into his body.

  "That men will stare, but you're the one I get to go home with and fuck? Or that my tits are full because you fucked a baby into me, and the milk will just keep flowing because you'll fuck another, and another, into me?"

  My hand reached inside his costume as I spoke, tenderly pulling and stroking at his meat.

  Aaron growled and threw me onto our bed, yanking at the zipper between my legs. He had my flap undone in a flash, then swept his fingers across my moist, bare cunt to peel its pink lips apart with two hands. I gave a sexy whimper as he held my soft, silky folds taut and slid his tongue into my hot, slick hole, tasting and licking. I groaned as I grabbed at and rubbed my breasts.

  I loved peering down at him between my wide-open thighs, my eyes first having to graze past my enormous, swollen tits. He was getting me so hot, and my pussy so juicy, that I feared the wetness dripping out of me would make it quite obvious to partygoers that we'd fooled around just before.

  Aaron kept his head firm at my apex, his lips flush with my folds, his moans muffled as he enjoyed lap upon lap of my delectable pussy. His tongue found my little bud, and he brought it into his mouth and savored it. He alternated between tonguing and prodding my most sensitive part with little flicks, driving me pure batshit. I arched my back hard as a porn star and curled my toes tight, my whole body tensing from the wild growth of pleasure.

  "Oh, fuck yeah…" I managed to utter as my eyes fluttered shut to better process the pleasure.

  My hubby switched to a wide, flat tongue and started to caress my clit faster and with even more intensity, licking in and around every sensitive nook. Two fingers slid into my hot sex to join the action, pumping into me with shallow thrusts. The slick slapping sound of the in-and-out motion was a pussy soaking turn-on. It was an out-of-this-world combo, the bliss of him licking and latching onto my hot spot while his digits wrecked my cunt.

  "You get me so fucking wet," I moaned breathily as he thrust deeply into my tight hole.

  His fingers were batting at my slick walls on all sides, harder and more feverishly now. He was jackhammering into me with his tongue and fingers, causing me to wail and leak and barrel towards orgasm.

  "Oh, FUCK yes! Like that! Just like that!!"

  I uttered a quivering moan as I started to cum, hard and relentlessly.

  My hubby continued to make a grand feast of me as I juiced into his mouth, frantically devouring my sex all over as fluid leaked from my finger-fucked cunt. He'd sucked me off to a huge orgasm, his excitement renewed by the prospect of me showing off my costume, and the promise of condom-less sex around the corner.

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  I'd nursed our son one last time earlier that afternoon, so he was all ready to go when the baby-sitter showed up. I, of course, covered up before leaving the house, not wanting to bewilder the 17-year-old girl who was looking after our kid.

  We arrived at the party right on time, and it was immediately clear that it was an immensely popular one. Cars were crowded up and down the street, leaving no square inch of curb uncovered.

  A quick step inside Shannon and Jed's house revealed at least three dozen people were in attendance, decked out in all kinds of furry getups. The hosts - who donned his and her bear costumes - didn't recognize Aaron and me until we introduced ourselves. As I went to hang up my coat, I saw Shannon's mouth drop open out of the corner of my eye.

  "Holy hell, Erin. You look AMAZING and so fucking sexy in that costume. Your hubby is sure going to have to keep an eye on you tonight!!"

  I caught her eyeing me up and down with this wanting glint in her eye. Her costume, by contrast, was far more modest, but I'd seen her figure plenty of times and knew she had a rockin' bod, too. I'd indulged in a little girl-on-girl action back in my college days -- usually to please the frat boys -- but who's to say I needed to let the past be the past…

  As Aaron and I moved into the party scene to explore, we encountered every type of animal outfit one could imagine. Slutty zebras, foxy foxes, naughty bitches, horny hippos, sex kittens, Playboy bunnies; and, of course, lions, tigers and bears.

  My hubby and I started downing shots straight away, loving the loud music, fun vibe and relative anonymity of our costumes. People were talking, drinking, dancing and having an all-around good time.

  There was no doubt that many of these party animals had come in pairs of twos, like Noah's ark. But as the drinks kept flowing, the couple's costumes were being broken up, and suddenly there was a lot of interspecies mating going on.

  People were dancing with partners who were not their own, some removing their respective masks to openly make out. The room had a clear sexual charge to it, with guests rubbing up against the genitals of mates who were not their S.O.

  My husband had left to use the restroom (he's a lightweight when it comes to alcohol), and was now chatting with a guy he recognized from work. I quickly and accidentally lost track of where he was as I made my way around the house, be it that the place was relatively packed for such a small home and there were more than a few wolf costumes in our midst.

  I noticed a handful of men gawking at me as I passed, and it was getting me pretty hot, to be admired like that. Now that I had no man at my side to "claim" me, I suppose some of them got the impression that I was… available. I definitely hadn't come to this party with plans of getting "friendly" with anyone -- okay, maybe a little harmless flirting -- but if I'm being honest, it was damn enjoyable to witness men openly drooling over me. I'd worked HARD to get this body back after baby, and it was nice to be appreciated for it!

  I was well past the point of tipsy now, swaying to the beat of the music in a corner, observing the party an
d loving life.

  A young stud in a bull costume approached suddenly and asked, "Hey, Bessie, what's a beautiful bovine such as yourself doing all alone in this corner?"

  Even though he, too, was wearing a headpiece that concealed his face, I could still see through his eye slits that he was checking me out. His gaze was wandering from my huge, milky tits with their erect and ready-to-suck nipples to my soft hips and tight ass.

  The bull's voice was actually rather intimidating; he boasted a deep, domineering tone that clued me in that he could be black. His outfit was similar to my own in that it mostly consisted of body hugging Lycra, except it was brown and his headpiece was that of a bull, not cow.

  He was tall and very "beefy" - the clinging costume made that clear. As my eyes traced the outline of his bulging chest and guns, they followed further to the bottom half of his garb, and nearly bugged out behind my mask.

  The shape, length and size of his cock was completely apparent to me, and it was monstrous. It'd been years since I had been this close to a cock that thick, which was snaking down his left thigh about eight inches. His balls were some of the biggest I'd ever seen, too, and my pussy grew a little wet thinking about how fertile he must be. I'd fucked my share of well-hung African American athletes back in college, so I knew what I'd be in for with him, and the thought of it frankly gave me chills.