I don't know why Dennis insisted on calling his little Halloween bash a "costume party." Every party he ever threw was clothing optional, and I knew this one would be no different. To be honest, I didn't really know what I was even doing there in the first place.
Angela, my girlfriend of three years, had just unceremoniously dumped me for my now former best friend Bruce, and I just knew they were both going to be there. Yeah, this was gonna be one shitty Halloween.
The upside to Dennis's parties, other than the rampant nudity, was the location. His place was out in the boonies, so we could have the music as loud as we want for as long as we want, and this Halloween would be no different. When I got there at 10:00 that night, things had been in full swing for hours.
"Good to see you, Max," Dennis said as he welcomed me. He was dressed as a masked bandit from the Old West. Me, I was dressed all in black and was wearing a bandana mask to hide my features. If anyone asked, I was a cat burglar. That was the theme of the night; clothing may be optional, but the masks had to stay on. I think it was a fetish of Dennis's wife.
"Thanks for having me," I said. I went for the kitchen and set down the case of beer I had brought with me.
Just then I felt someone grab my ass. "Hi, sexy." It was Carla, Dennis's wife. All she had on was a Mardi Gras mask.
"Naked already?" I asked in a tone of mock surprise. "Don't tell me I missed all the fun." Carla being naked was as much of a surprise as the sun rising every morning. And she had the body to pull it off! Long brown hair, blue eyes, and a really nice rack. She'd even shaved her pussy for the occasion.
"Clothes can be so confining," she said in a matter of fact tone. "One of these days I'll convince you to take it all off, Max."
"Not a chance," I replied. I'm not that comfortable in my own skin. I'm average height with an average build and an average sized cock. My whole countenance just screams "mediocrity."
What little bit of Carla's face I could see took on a concerned look. "Angela and Bruce are already here," she said. "Last I saw them they were in the hot tub getting, well, amorous."
"Translation, they're fucking already."
"Yeah. I just wanted to warn you."
"Thanks, Carla." That was another thing about partying with Dennis and Carla; people who wound up naked also wound up fucking. In fact, it was encouraged. Something else I'd never done at one of their parties.
So I decided to ignore the back deck and the hot tub. Instead I went into the living room where a bunch of people in varying states of undress were watching some slasher flick with a blood soaked, half naked scream queen. That's when I saw a woman dressed as a masked Cleopatra. It was easy to tell that she didn't have a bra on under that white gown of hers; her nipples were standing at full attention.
"Excuse me," I said as I came up to her. "I'd like to get by." She was kind of blocking the path to the hallway, and I wanted to see what all else was going on.
"Oh sure," her familiar voice said. "Wait, Max? Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah."
"It's me! Alicia!"
One of Angela's friends. "Hey, Alicia," I said, trying to be nice. "I didn't recognize you with black hair." She was normally a blonde.
She played a little with her tresses. "I decided to try a new look," she said. "I thought that if the wig looked good, I might actually dye it at some point." She gave me a concerned look through her white domino mask. "You want to go somewhere to talk?"
"I'm fine."
She grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to one of the bedrooms. "No you're not. Come on."
As we were going down the hall, I caught a glimpse through the screen door of a small crowd gathered around the hot tub. My curiosity got the better of me and I went to take a look. There was my ex sitting on the edge of the tub, fondling her tits, as Bruce ate her out. Angela still wore her leopard print mask while her matching bikini was laying discarded by the tub. Her near screams of pleasure were like nails down a chalkboard for me.
"You okay?" Alicia asked.
"I could never make her do that."
"Come on," she said, taking my hand. "Let's go. I really don't want to see this any more than you do."
"What's the big deal?" I asked in a defeated tone. "It's just sex. People do it all the time."
Dennis and Carla had a huge house. I don't know what they needed all the extra space for, but they had a lot of it. There was a small orgy in the master bedroom, and couples going at it in two of the guest rooms. The doors were left open so people could watch.
Finally we came to a free room and Alicia closed the door. "Now we can talk."
"Nothing to talk about." I was really regretting coming here. I took a seat on the bed and waited for Angela to speak her mind.
"I found out what she was doing just before you did," Alicia said. "And the only reason she said anything was because I was gonna make a play for Bruce. She'd been fucking him behind your back for months."
"Yeah, I figured." The couple in the next room was amping it up; the squeaking of the bed and the moans were gaining in intensity. It was making my dick hard, whether I wanted it to or not. I tried to adjust myself without Alicia noticing I was adjusting myself.
