Horror and fear turns me on(part 1) the beginning-Ghost-Face [wife perspective] [MF]

Backstory

I'm Alana, 37 (F), married to my husband Jackson, 38 (M), for eight years.
Our life is comfortable. No kids, we own a house, both have successful careers and make decent money. Our sex life? I’d call it consistent. It’s lost a bit of spark over the years, but we still have sex regularly. It’s just… been pretty vanilla-until recently.
I’ve never been much into horror. I always thought the movies were tacky, with poor acting and even worse plots. One day Jackson came home from work excited, saying the local drive-in was playing Scream 1 and 2, back to back. He asked if I wanted to go.
I just stared at him blankly. Really? Another cheesy horror movie? He playfully poked at me, saying, “Come on, it’ll be fun!” I gave in and agreed-on the condition that I got to pick the next movie. He gave me a goofy, excited hug and dry-humped my leg. I laughed and shoved him off.
The movie was a late showing-starting at 9 p.m., finishing around 1 a.m. with intermissions. It was summer, hot even at night, and since we weren’t meeting any friends, I dressed lightly: small denim shorts, a crop top-no bra, no panties. I felt naughty, knowing no one would know how exposed I really was.
While Jackson was showering, I finished getting ready. He had no idea I was going commando. It felt daring and a bit exciting-something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

We left early to grab drinks and snacks, stopping at a liquor store for premixed drinks and food. At the drive-in, we were directed to the edge of the lot-next to dark bushland. I got chills. Jackson smirked and squeezed my hand, teasing me for being a scaredy cat.
The ads started, and the lights dimmed. The windows were slightly cracked. Even in the heat, a cool breeze passed through. I grabbed a blanket from the backseat and draped it over my legs.
The movie started: cheesy opening, phone ringing, screaming. I rolled my eyes. Great. Another B-grade slasher.
But then came that moment: Ghostface yelling, “I told you not to hang up on me, bitch!. A shiver ran through me—not from fear. From excitement. My heart thumped. I was aroused. Embarrassed, I glanced at Jackson-half-asleep, unfazed. I kept thinking about that scene. Something about it… turned me on. A lot.
I imagined darker versions. Twisted fantasies started playing out in my head.
I looked again at Jackson. Still asleep.
I slid my hand under the blanket, slowly shifting in my seat, spreading my legs. Quietly, carefully, I slid my fingers to the side of my shorts and found myself soaking wet-like never before. My thighs, pussy,and ass were covered in slick warmth. I could easily reach myself without moving my shorts.
My clit throbbed, hypersensitive. I started circling it slowly. A soft moan escaped. The sloppy sounds were unmistakable. But Jackson didn’t stir.
In my head, Ghostface chased me through the woods. When he caught me, he threw me down-hand over my mouth to muffle the screams. He tore my clothes off. No panties… no protection. Just rough, anonymous dominance.
The thought of him fucking me before ending me-it pushed me over the edge.
I slid two fingers inside myself.
I came quickly. My pussy clenched. Mouth open, no sound escaping, and then-I squirted. For the first time. I didn’t care. The mess, the risk!.. it was too exciting.
Panting, my body twitched from overstimulation. I looked over at Jackson… still asleep.

My heart pounded. I slowly pulled my fingers out, my body trembling from aftershocks. Okay, I thought. Now how do I explain the mess?
I came up with a story.
I faked a spill. Pretended to fall asleep with my beer in hand and “accidentally” dump it on my lap. I overacted the jolt.
Jackson woke suddenly. “What the fuck?. I apologized. “I spilled my drink.” He chuckled, said, “Alright, let’s get home.” We left the drive in early.
The drive home? Miserable. My pussy soaked in a mix of my own cum and beer.

At home, Jackson grabbed a towel. I went straight to the shower. As I slid off my shorts, a sticky string of fluid clung between me and the fabric. I tossed everything in the hamper and jumped in.
The moment the water hit my nipples I moaned.
As I reached between my legs, I gasped. My clit was swollen, hypersensitive. My fingers automatically began circling again.
Within a minute I came. Hard.
And just then, Jackson slipped into the shower behind me.
Still flushed and throbbing, I let my body slide against him my ass rubbing his hardening cock.I didn’t want soft, slow sex. I wanted something dark. I wanted to be fucked. Used. Broken.
Things I’d always said no to I now craved. I wanted him to cum on my face. In my mouth. Even… in places I’d never let him before.
He got the message I was horny and tried to just go for it.
I resisted a bit wanting to provoke him into being rough. He pushed my ass down, adjusting my position. Better. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward him but it was still too gentle.
Then… he grabbed my hair.
A jolt went through me. He yanked my head up. I moaned like never before. I came. Again.
I felt him swelling inside me.
“I’m cumming,” he said.
I grabbed his hand to keep it in my hair and dropped to my knees. “Fuck yes.”*
He stroked himself, shooting cum across my face my lips, hair, even into my mouth. I opened wide, tongue out, moaning. I loved the taste.
He stared at me in disbelief.
“Fuck babe… you’ve never done that before.”*
“I wanted to try something new.”
He grinned, I rinsed off, still trembling with lust.
Then he did something I didn’t expect he leaned in and kissed me deeply. Cum still on my lips. Tongue in my mouth.
“I’m in for trying new things,” he said, grinning as he walked away.

To Be Continued…