The candles were lit, the computer in the upstairs bedroom was loaded with the special directions program, the 3 cool mist humidifiers were full and in position, dinner was warming in the oven, a Strangers in the Night record sat on the turntable, fresh batteries has been placed in the vibrator, the gate at the side of the house was slightly ajar, and as the clock chimed 10, it was time to stoke the fire in the living room. Soon she would be there...
Outside a bowl held a variety of candies and chocolates, eerie music drifted over the front garden that was sporting a pair of dangling skeletons, and many planters full of dead geraniums, recently frozen by an unexpected deep freeze. Some children braved the long walk to the porch, others pondered, but fled into the night...
I used to like trick or treating, but tonight, I wanted to treat her like her husband never did. We had become lovers by accident, but neither one of us ever wanted it to stop. She had been helping my grandfather do his shopping when I appeared on the scene fresh off a divorce. For the next many months we had been doing the dance of desire, but it was not until some alcohol had been introduced into the mix that she had kissed me in her kitchen, and then, little by little, over the following days I had talked her out of her clothes a bit at a time. She was a reluctant adulterer, but the heat of our kisses made her desires wash away her vows, and although it took awhile, her silky red valentines panties, that were bought and paid for by her husband, were at her ankles and my tongue teased his promised pussy.
There had been some other stolen moments shared between us, but tonight, on Halloween, her husband was to take her to an executive costume party before he had to fly away across the country for a morning meeting. Their infant daughter was with his parents and after she dropped him at the airport, she did not need to be home until the following afternoon. This was the first extended period that we were going to get to spend together and I wanted it to be perfect.
I sat in my recliner and gazed at my semi-hard cock through my bikini "'Tis The Season, To Be Squeezin'" underwear that she had left for me in my mailbox earlier in the week. It throbbed when I touched it and already a slight wet spot was apparent. I wanted to stroke it, I knew I would come quickly and I promised her I would save myself for her. Funny, eh? She was able to have sex with her husband whenever she wanted, but here I was abstaining from whacking off so I could remain faithful to her. Mind you, had sex with her man been worth a fuck, she would not have been tempted into my arms, and soon my bed.
The warmth of the fire had me very relaxed and I closed my eyes for what I thought was a few minutes, but when I heard the side door opening and a slight bark from one of the dogs, I knew she had arrived. I did not get up to greet her as a note hanging over the kitchen calendar instructed her to go to the front hall for more instructions. I did catch a glimpse of her as she went by the doorway, she looked great in her nurse uniform costume that he had wanted her to wear, but soon she would be made up to my liking.
She paused in the hall and read the next note in the gentle light of two penis shaped candles. I heard her take a deep breath, and my pulse raced. As ours was a forbidden relationship, there were times that she had tried to end it as it was the right thing to do, and some of the few times that we had been able to grab an hour or two together she would have a hard time getting into the mood as her mind was working overtime about the moral implications of the situation. I hoped that she was not in one of those moods, but was prepared to be disappointed again. But I knew that everything was going to be OK when I saw her sit on the stairs and remove her shoes and then slightly raise her sexy ass as her panty hose slithered down her legs.
She rose and headed upstairs and I heard her laugh when she saw the spewing mist fall over the banister as the red light from the hall light let up my man-made "fog". From that moment for the next several minutes I did not know what was happening exactly, but if she had followed the upstairs instructions on the computer, she would have downed a couple of glasses of wine, done a strip tease for herself in front of a floor length mirror I had installed next to my computer, she would have teased her nipples with a small vibrator, and finally moved to a variety of rooms to find different parts of the costume that I wanted to see her in. Then, it would be time for her to present herself to me in front of the fire.
Since we had met and she had confided in me about the terrible state of her sex life, I had quickly realized that what was missing was teasing, fun and lust. I had always strived to give her all of these things, and much to my delight I proved to her that her supposed medical condition that did not allow her to lubricate enough for comfortable intercourse was not at all true and that her juices could and would flow copiously when the right partner was priming her pump. I knew that after her scavenger hunt, and the wine that she would more than ready for whatever I wanted. And I don't say that in a bad or demeaning way as she had also confided in me that she was in fact a bit on the submissive side and that she responded very well to instructions, and although she would never admit this to her girlfriends, it was the way she was and properly encouraged, she could be a dirty little slave slut.
She appeared in front of me, and handed me a glass of wine. I rose to my feet, took a healthy swig and offered her the rest. She took a sip, paused, looked into my encouraging eyes and tipped back the rest. It did not take much to get her drunk as she was a slight woman, and the blush on her cheeks told me that she was on the way to losing her inhibitions with me.
I sat back down and told her to let me look at her. She stepped back and the light from the fire lit her up. I took my time drinking her in with my eyes and as they roamed over her, I did a little spin movement with my head and she turned around slowly. My choice of costume might have shocked her a bit, but she knew I liked red and although I am sure the thong bothered her sensitive asshole, she new I liked her ass and indeed it was her best feature. Soon she faced me again, but another head twirl and she once again turned to allow me to see her backside. She knew that she should not move again until I directed her, and after about 10 seconds she bent slightly forward and let her weight rest on her left foot making her ass look even sexier and fuller.
I cleared my throat and she turned around to face me. Now her breathing was shallow, and the redness from her face had moved to her chest and her small breasts were heaving and they looked like they had grown. Lust was written all over her face and the red fishnet top I had selected clung to her body allowing her nipples to be aroused with each breath as the soft fabric teased them. Teasing is wonderful, but pushed too far it can be a bad thing and this wife of another man and mother of a little girl was now in need of some physical contact, yes I had transformed her into a wicked wanton wild woman and she wanted relief, she wanted to escape, she wanted me.
As was our custom, the last thing removed from her before we began our lovemaking was her watch. She did not wear her wedding ring most of the time as she had a metal allergy, but this watch was significant in that her husband had gotten it for her in an effort to calm her after he came home drunk from a strip joint. When this timepiece was removed, she was free of him; she was submitting to my urges, she was mine!