At first, I was undecided about attending the Kinky Kourt Halloween party my friends Abigail and Kevin hosted every year, rain or shine. But this year was bittersweet. My husband Aiden, my dom, passed away 10 months ago. He was a cop and was killed on duty. I missed him every day, but I needed to move on, he would want that for me. And what better way to do that than Abby and Kev's annual Halloween party? "I'm going to go," I finally told myself.
So here I was, like a good sub, obeying the edict to "cum in a kinked up costume" by wearing a very mini red plaid skirt with no panties, white socks, and saddle shoes, white shirt unbuttoned halfway to my waist (no bra), and a big bow in my hair. I was sporting a flame-red curly wig and I had a rhinestone mask with a matching dog collar. I had a plastic bag of condoms in my purse. Just in case. I was hoping to have fun, but I just wasn't sure if I was ready for sex again. Aiden was still in my heart, my mind, my thoughts. But I knew he would want me to date again, to love again. This party was a start.
I felt bad that I arrived so late, but I seemed to delay and delay until finally I just pulled out my costume and threw it on, and left before I could change my mind. I guess I was still undecided, I told myself. "Just do it," I said aloud.
As soon as I walked in, three guys singled me out and made a beeline to me. I recognized one of them - Aiden and I had hooked up with him and his fiancé at last year's party, but it looked like he was alone. And drunk. He leaned over me and tried to shove his hand down my blouse without saying a word. I could smell liquor on his breath. He tweaked my nipple, and I leaned down and tweaked his cock. He stepped back.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath, Chris," I told him.
"Oh. I thought, with Aiden gone...I might...I thought you'd want to...I don't know." He confirmed my impression of him as a jackass. "You're looking for a dom, right?"I waved him off, and turned to the other two guys. I didn't know either of them, but one was bearing a couple of drinks and the other a trick-or-treat bag. And neither was trying to grab me by the boobs.
"Good morning little schoolgirl," the one guy said. Or rather sort of sang the line from The Grateful Dead song. He handed me a smoking drink.
Dry ice, I thought. Good touch, Abby.
"Are you a deadhead?" I looked at him. "You don't look old enough."
"Betcha bottom dollar." He leaned down and pecked me on both cheeks, then patted my ass. "And neither do you, but you got the reference." He pointed to the other guy and said, "We're together, but we couldn't help but be intrigued. You look pretty fine as a schoolgirl. And I'm glad you got that because not many people our age are fans of the Grateful Dead." He pointed at himself. "I'm Terry and this fine man is Jason."
Jason bowed.
I gave them the once over. They were both cowboys, complete with Stetsons, one with a traditional white hat, one black, and both with boots and spurs. The big difference from the old Wild West cowboys was that these cowboy duds didn't cover their backsides, nor their ripped chests. The guy with the trick-or-treat bag, Terry, was wearing a leather collar and the other guy had a leash. I saw Terry was the one in the white hat.
"You're the good guy?" I asked him.
He giggled. "Depends on what your definition of good is."
I may have drooled a little. " You guys look pretty spiffy yourselves. So, what's in the bag?" I pointed to the orange and black bag with "tricks/treats'' written on the side.
"Well, which do you hope it will be?" They both said, snickering furiously. "A trick? A treat?"
"Trick!"
Terry held the bag out and I reached in. I pulled out a folded piece of paper and glitter sprinkled the air.
"Trick," it said. I laughed. "Perfect. What's the trick?"
"You have to wait for the universe to tell you. I have to mention, Jason is a warlock."
They both grinned and said, "Bah ha ha" in an evil chuckle.
"I was hoping you'd do some magic. I could use some magic."
"Magic will happen. We'll look for you later, and we'll show you magic," Jason said, "and maybe the three of us can have some fun. We'll find a trick or two then."
"Maybe," I said, blowing them a kiss. I wondered if I was ready to have fun here. Aiden's memory was still so strong in my heart. I didn't even know if casual sex would be a possibility, but the cowboys looked like candy. Okay, I was ready. I thought so anyway. Here I was again, vacillating.
They sauntered off, their beautiful naked butts moving in sync.
I wandered through the house. A lot of people recognized me from the annual parties and expressed their sympathies.
I was a little teary but was trying to enjoy myself, nonetheless. I kept fingering the collar. Aiden had bought it for me, and I sometimes wore it out in public with him. Now, touching it, was like having him beside me again."Love you Daddy," I whispered to him. I felt his spirit with me.
I noticed a Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy couple, both with cutouts for the pertinent body parts and jeweled butt plugs showing. I laughed. Andy wore a cute sailor suit and hat over his red curls, which nearly matched mine in hue, Ann had a flouncy white apron over a gingham dress. The outfits ended where their butts began, and Ann's dress was cut low enough to see an enormous cleavage. They wore matching white vinyl masks, and both wore bright red lipstick. I didn't think I knew them, but I was sure I'd seen Ann's breasts before. I smiled at them as they passed.
"Happy Halloween," I called.
Ann blew me a kiss.
Abby and Kevin came up to me, she dressed as a sexy witch, he a sexy warlock. She wore a floor-sweeping purple gown, nearly totally transparent, and he wore thin black pants with a long red cape. We all hugged and kissed, and then we talked about Aiden for a few minutes.
"Oh Abby, he loved these parties so much," I told her.
"We loved him. And we love you. I didn't know if you'd come this year, but I hoped you would. I thought it might do you good."
