Part 1.
After Ted's painful withdrawal from the scene, I was left feeling very dejected. A truly special guy, it took me a while to get over him.
But, life went on, the daily routine. Mundane 'ordinary' things had to be done, work etc.
Now october, life at home was pretty much the same. We hardly saw Chris anymore, I'd call him up (much to his annoyance) every other day to see how he was doing...my motherly duties.
Steve our youngest son had gone back to college in september. He was spending a lot more time with his girlfriend Natalie, or Nat as she preferred. A nice young lady with a plus size figure and a taste for all things goth.
Very pretty with long dark hair right down her back...I'd noticed John paying her a lot of attention the few times we'd met, some of the things she wore left little to the imagination!
Steve is smitten, I can see that he dotes on her... how quickly they grow up.
Our special friendship with Rita is still in full swing, despite efforts to persuade her however, she continues to chicken out of same room fun.
Initially I put this down to Rita's low self esteem and a deep seated embarrassment regarding her scars, some self inflicted but others caused by cruel controlling hubby Carl.
John had told me that Rita was always covered up during sex. Her body concealed within lingerie and also the bedroom in darkness, light off curtains closed.
So it was natural to assume that her reluctance was due to self consciousness.
However, I was soon to discover that there was another reason.
During the time I was with Ted, Rita had come out of her shell a little more. Initially shy and somewhat embarrassed about what we were doing together. I recall that when it was time for her to go upstairs and prepare for my hubby she would often indicate her readiness by leaning into me on the sofa and whispering in my ear, 'I'm off up now...give me five minutes.'
This delivered rather sheepishly while not looking at John, kind of comical in its way considering what they were going to be doing.
Once alone with my hubby in our bed she was fine, it was just the build up, pre session nerves. But now our friend was different, more relaxed in our presence and showing confidence in herself by flirting with John openly in front of me.
Rita was getting used to her role in our threesome relationship, finding her feet so to speak.
She'd even begun to talk about her fantasies and desires in John's presence, previously only divulging such sensitive information to me privately, and that after a drink or two.
John had already told me what Rita enjoyed doing in the bedroom, her likes and dislikes etc but to hear her discuss these personal things while we sat in our living room all together was very promising.
On the subject of Rita's sexual preferences, kinks etc, amongst other things she enjoys a lot of oral especially receiving. She does enjoy going down on John but unlike myself will not swallow, hating the taste and texture.
She loves attention on her boobs and favourite position, like myself, is missionary.
A fan of dressing up, since beginning to share my husband Rita has built up a nice selection of lingerie and costumes, all kept at our house in my wardrobe well away from Carl's prying eyes. Some are gifts from us but most paid for by Rita herself. She uses our online shopping accounts and gives us the cash, again to avoid arousing Carl's suspicion...the pig regularly checks her finances.
I already knew that she indulged in solo fun, having revealed this information in the past during drink fueled private conversations with me in which we exchanged very personal, naughty secrets.
Rita owns several toys, all hidden away very carefully in her bedroom. One of these is a huge BBC dildo 12" long, which she uses when feeling in an adventurous mood.
Her taste in porn is similar to our own, homemade and amateur stuff complete with shaky camera work and featuring 'ordinary' people.
She particularly enjoys watching interracial material, having a liking for black guys.
Despite for the most part interesting and exciting, there was one thing I learned from our conversations that I found disturbing. Although keen to share her kinks in the bedroom department this piece of information kind of accidentally fell out during an exchange of our dislikes.
I knew from John that Rita enjoyed receiving oral on her bottom, but he'd also told me that she had gently pushed his hand away when my hubby tried to insert a wet finger one time.
Knowing that she was sensitive in this area he'd never tried anything intrusive again.
The reason for her discomfort about anal was made all too clear during a typically frank discourse from Rita regarding the abuse she faced from Carl.
Although not having sex with him for years, for the last few experiences she did have, he forced himself upon her...using that area of her body.
I won't go into detail about what happened to my friend as it's too distressing to recall never mind trying to find the words to describe it.
Disgusting isn't a strong enough word to describe this 'thing' called Carl.
I was already on a mission to free my friend from the bastards control but this new information only added to my determination.
As part of this process myself and John are always trying to find ways to boost our friend's confidence, the ultimate goal being to make her stronger and for her to see that there is more to life than being under that man's control.
One of the goals that we set between us privately for her, was to try and get our friend out and about.
We had been spending every saturday night indoors at our house, Rita being too afraid to take the chance of Carl seeing her with us, however remote...for she was not permitted to have friends.
But as her confidence grew we pushed, very carefully. Always conscious of her troubled state of mind it was a fine line to walk.
Starting slowly with rides out in the car, we carefully progressed to calling at quiet country pubs in villages miles away. Even this was a big step for Rita and she was visibly anxious the first time, making us promise it would just be a swift drink and then straight back to the car.
Although very nervous, once Rita had accomplished several of these 'outings' her confidence flourished and soon we were regularly going out, pubs, restaurants and even the cinema.
And it was on one such outing to the cinema that something spontaneous and exciting happened, something which led to our friend's new found faith in her self allowing for the shedding of inhibitions...
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Saturday evening.
During that cold wet month of october, later on towards halloween, the cinema that we frequent was showing some classic old horror flicks. Halloween of course, the shining, a nightmare on elm street...etc.
We heard that most folk would be going to this particular saturday night's showing in fancy dress, it being the last one before halloween.
So, as Rita acknowledged she would feel better in disguise anyway, we all decided to go along in costume.
John chose to be Freddie krueger, I eventually decided on Elvira mistress of the dark, and Rita chose a traditional witch costume complete with broom and hat.
Having collected Rita from her pick up point at 6.30, John drove us back to ours and we all got ready.
Although Rita initially voiced her concerns about wearing a skirt, having previously tried it on it was plain to see the long garment easily covered up her scarred legs.
She needn't have worried because underneath she wore stockings and suspenders so they were covered up anyway, but my friend's paranoia about her appearance had brushed this fact to one side.
Once all dressed and made up neither of us were recognisable, which suited Rita's clandestine needs perfectly.
I must say that I was personally pleased with the anonymity also, as my Elvira costume left little to the imagination.
The dress was a bit too tight and I was displaying roughly an acre of cleavage, much to John's delight.
Wearing tights underneath was the best option as the high split in Elvira's trademark black dress meant that a stocking top would be easily visible.
With make up applied and the black bouffant wig on, I was looking quite the part and amazed at how different I appeared, my own sons wouldn't recognise me, not that I'd want them to see me dressed like this!
Once all ready to go we gather in the living room for some group selfie pics, before heading out to the car and setting off into a cold dark night.
The cinema we've chosen is part of a large entertainment complex, with bars and restaurants, arcades, a bowling alley...etc.
It's a big place and very busy tonight. I am feeling somewhat self conscious as we make our way inside.
There are lots of eyes upon me as we forge our way through the crowds towards the cinema foyer. Not only am I being watched but I can now hear comments directed at me filtering through the background chatter and music, some nice...some not so.
Most guys are making appreciative comments, if a little crude, but there are some cruel 'catty' words from the women regarding my size.
All this attention and all these people in close proximity...it's becoming overwhelming and despite my disguise I'm feeling increasingly anxious.
Picking up the pace I lead John by the hand through a slow moving river of people, Rita following closely behind.
Once within the cinema foyer however, my nerves evaporate as I see others in fancy dress. Coming to a stop John leans down into me to make himself heard, a puzzled grin on his face, "You alright?"
He's clearly noticed my anxious behaviour but now as we make eye contact, can see I'm ok once more. Grinning back I briefly avert my gaze to the many different horror characters wandering around the foyer before glancing back at him.
