"Not again!" Susan glowered at her husband furiously, mad enough to stamp one booted foot.
"I'm sorry honey," he started.
"But it's work! It's always work!" she fumed, "Richard, it's been six months since we made love!" she was near tears now.
"Suze," he pleaded, trying not to look at her, "Look, just go home and we'll talk about this tomorrow."
"You're not coming home again tonight, are you," she made it a flat statement, not a question.
"I'll have to see," he ran a hand through his hair, "I love you but this project is really important."
"And I'm not?" tears began sliding down her cheeks before she could stop them.
"Just... just go home and we'll talk about it tomorrow. I promise," he hesitated, taking in her sexy witch's costume, before turning back to his desk.
Susan looked in disbelief, then turned and fled for the car. All the hours of planning to seduce her husband at his office for nothing. They'd been married five years and the sex had been fine until this promotion a year ago. The sex had slowly dwindled to nothing as he spent more and more time at work, some nights even just sleeping on the couch in his office. He'd taken to keeping a few clean shirts at the office for those instances.
Her cape snapped back in the chill wind as she stepped into the parking lot, giving anyone who happened to be looking a peek at her costume. Black and purple corset that pushed her breasts up into a lovely perch with a matching skirt that stopped just above the garters of her silky smooth stockings. In anticipation, she had not bothered to wear the matching thong. Black high heel ankle boots completed the outfit. Shivering, she pulled the cloak around herself and held onto the witch's hat as she dashed for the car. Another lonely bitterly cold night, perfect.
Her mind wandered to her fantasies of the past weeks while she waiting on the light to get out of the parking lot. She'd imagined her husband being so thrilled he would take her right there on the desk, then they'd make better use of that sofa than as his lonely bed. Maybe he'd exhibit a bit of showing off by pushing her against the window and taking her from behind.
She blinked and pulled her mind back to driving as the light turned green.
She kept her mind on the road as she made the drive home, turning the heater on full blast to keep the cold night away from her abundant showing of skin. Quickly dashing into the house when she got home, she headed straight for the liquor cabinet. She wasn't normally a hard drinker, but tonight she felt like she needed it. She poured and downed two full glasses in rapid succession, then filled a third to take to the bedroom. Tossing the witch's hat on the chair, she pulled back the curtains to let the light of the full moon into the room. She sipped on her drink as she watched it, her mind filled with erotic images.
"Ha!" she said out loud, "If I were a real witch, I'd call a creature to pleasure me all night long," she raised her glass to the moon, "It'd sure beat another cold lonely night of wishing for my husband to make love to me. It being a full moon and Halloween night, bet it'd work, too. Might as well wish on a shooting star, though," she downed the last of the liquor and felt the alcohol hit her with a sudden slam. She untied the cape and let it fall to the floor, then stumbled to the bed. Her head was really spinning by this point, so she decided it was too much trouble to take off her shoes. She just curled up on the bed and found herself drifting off to sleep.
She came awake slowly, realizing her feet were being massaged.
"Richard?" she asked, drowsily.
"I hope this is a more pleasant way to wake up than you went to sleep," he said, running his thumb firmly along the arch of her stocking covered foot.
