I couldn't write about this before because it happened Halloween and I needed time to recover enough physically and mostly mentally regarding what had happened.
Amber my girlfriend's workplace boss and senior level associate Bart Gould, planned to have a giant Halloween Party on the eve of; October 30th. The few times I met Bart, he was always the fun-loving, gregarious type who had a party anytime he could. His trophy wife, Cheryl never complained since it was all catered at their huge house. He didn't have to work but did and was a very successful sale guy. It only added on to the wealth he inherited from his parents who passed away many, many years ago.
The parties were always fun and lavish; no half measures for sure. There was always a mix of work or personal friends and selected customers. With premium booze flowing like water, everyone had a great time. Bart was a great host and even made sure everyone took a taxi or limo home afterwards. All work associate always took the next day off, called in sick or pretended to work from home (sic).
Being a real Comic Con guy, I suggested we'd go as D.C. vs. Marvel. Reluctant at first, she wanted to go as a sexy librarian but after much coercion decided to go as Catwoman. I had no hesitation about going as my favourite, Spiderman.
I ordered mine on-line with guaranteed delivery for the Monday since the party was Tuesday. I was really excited to get it when it arrive. I tore open the package but was really disappointed with what I found. All the pieces were there except that when I put it on, it looked like shit. The tights were thin and ill-fitting while the top was just a baggy long sleeved shirt rather than a form fitted outfit that the real Spiderman would have. It didn't have any of the muscle forms to help build out my less than muscular physic. The mask too was a little loose and I had to keep adjusting the eye hole so I could see. I called around but it was too late to get anything better.
Amber was smart. Once convinced, she was committed. She went to a costume store and found her outfit. She giggled when I modeled mine for her. I asked her to model hers for me but she coyly said. "You'll just have to wait, Spidey."
That night, she pretended to be MJ and we fucked most of the night. Well actually about three minutes. After than she made me eat her out until she came.
The night of, I ordered some Chinese for an early dinner since the gala wouldn't start until around 9 and would give us ample time to get ready. Unfortunately when I swallowed a big bite of the sautéed fish, I found it wasn't really the freshest. I was okay but couldn't really eat anything else.
Amber didn't want me to watch her get ready so I changed in the den while she readied herself in our bedroom. With the baggy shirt and mask, I looked like a wrinkled Spider-Grandpa. Even the tights were now saggy.
Meanwhile, Amber had a bath before running to change behind the closed door. An hour and a half later, she emerged. My mouth dropped inside my head covering. "Uh... That's not Catwoman's outfit."
"No. I looked up the one Julie Newmar wore. It was sexy but..." Amber turned around. "I like this one better."
Amber wore a black, painted on latex outfit closer but not exactly to the one Michelle Pfeiffer wore. Where Michelle's' outfit had pretend rips stitched up, Ambers had a number that were precariously ripped open; along her torso, between her firm breasts and one that almost reached the top of her pussy. It was ripped low enough to make evident, she wasn't wearing panties and was clean shaven down there. Amber's hard nipples noticeably poked out from the skin tight outfit meant she wore no bra either.
There were also strategic tears elsewhere and down the legging part showing ample skin. Although I was disappointed Amber did not opt for Julie's, my cock didn't care and I was so fucking hard inside my tights.
"I think Spidey like it! Or at least his cock does." Amber gazed at my crotch. My boner was easily tenting out through the thin loose tights.
I was so taken aback by her outfit, I barely noticed the whip in her right hand. With a quick flip of her wrist, I felt the painful sting of its tip on my tip. I immediately fell to my knees in agony. She laughed almost sadistically. "I've been practicing."
"Oh yeah! Catwoman's outfit didn't really come with a tail, so." Amber held up a sleek looking, long, black cat's tail. When she held it up, I realized it wasn't a stick on. There was a small brass looking plug opposite the tapered end. Amber turned her back side to me and bent over slightly. There was a slight ripped hole big just enough to push the plug into her ass. As it popped in, Amber let out a sharp moan. "Umm...!"
We arrived at Bart's a little after nine. The party was already going. Amber looked incredible. Somehow she even managed to learn how to flip her tail around. With the dim lighting, you couldn't tell it was a plug and not attached.
Like I said before, the booze was free and flowing. The first couple of drink, hit my head since my stomach was mostly empty. I sat on the couch watched Amber seductively slide and slink about as she freely hugged people she seemingly knew. I noticed a number of costumed males gratuitously grabbing Amber's sexy body and pulling her plug-in tail.
"Hey! Great Spiderman outfit!" I heard Brat greet the guest entering the house. "We have another Spidey too. Maybe you two should have a web off or something."
