The invite came in a little late. You had to hurry to find costumes. There wasn't much left in the stores in the way of decent costumes this late in the season. You ended up working with what you had at home to make the best of it. Maybe next year you'll get more of a warning but for tonight these will do. You're lucky it's a warm night for October. Since you lost that bet earlier in the day the normal fall temperatures would cut right through your outfit chilling you to the bone.
Your husband parks around the corner from the address on the dashboard GPS and you both make your way to the front door. He's looking good in his suit. He doesn't wear it often and he even took some time with his hair tonight. He mostly gave up caring about his looks when the kids came into your lives preferring to put that time and attention into them. You realize you've both outgrown the need to worry about how you look everyday but it's nice to see him clean up and make an effort for you once in a while.
Leading you by the small of your back he says in a low voice, "Your rear looks great in those pants, honey." "How many guys at this party are going to be staring at your ass tonight?" he asks.
"I know you think you're funny but you're not!" you reply. He laughs and kisses your cheek.
He reminds you about your promise to not stay at the party for long and you agree to keep it. It's nice to meet new people and get to know co-workers so you were glad when your officemate mentioned her annual Halloween bash and extended an invitation to you. You told your husband about it thinking it would be a nice, quiet night away from the kids. After all your co-worker is older and older people don't really know how to party, you think to yourself. He agreed to go but wants to get home early to 'celebrate' the holiday with just the two of you behind a closed door.
"Just tell me it's not going to be fifty old women quilting and knitting while talking about their favorite flavor of tea?" he pleads.
"Just be nice! I have to work with these people."
You head up the cobblestone walkway. The house is beautiful and a lot larger then you expected. There are fake bodies covered in sheets hanging from the trees in the front yard and very real looking gravestones off to the left. You're a little surprised by the volume of the music you can hear as you walk up to the large double doors to ring the doorbell. When your co-worker opens the door you're blasted by the music. She greets you both warmly and invites you inside.
"Enter freely and of your own will." she quotes Dracula with a laugh. "And leave behind a little of the happiness that you bring with you."
You're impressed by the tight prom dress her body is able to pull off. She looks great. The blood dripping down her exposed cleavage from a 'slashed' throat is very life-like. The wound on her throat is almost disturbing in its authenticity and she's wearing a white corsage freshly spattered with blood. All together she makes a great prom-night murder victim.
The house is packed with spooks and goblins and is decorated better than a set of a horror movie. There is a fountain on the center of the table off to one side that looks like its spouting blood. Cobwebs are everywhere as well as life-like skulls and black lace adorns everything. The house is creepy yet tasteful, no cheap dollar store decorations or cheesy, fake heads can be seen.
Costumed party goers are everywhere. You start to regret taking such little time to make your own. You excuse yourself past a man dressed as Mount Rushmore. He's got three head attached to his shoulders and his face is painted gray to make the fourth president. It's a great costume and you wonder how much time he spent constructing it. You see Star Trek uniforms and super-heroes all over. The Scarecrow and Dorothy complete with Toto are hanging by the fireplace. The house is packed and everybody is involved in polite conversation. 'Thriller' from the late, great Michael Jackson is currently blasting away on the sound-system and a few people are dancing. At a coffin made into a min-bar your husband gets you a beaker full of some kind of neon-green alcohol. It tastes like green-apples with about three metric tons of sugar but it's fun to drink and goes down smooth. You'll be having more of these.
Your suit pants are making you itch in a very private place. You made a stupid bet with hubby earlier in the day over the name of an actor in an old movie. The price for your lack of trivia knowledge on that old film cost you the right to wear any underwear to the party. You know he's thrilled with himself for thinking of the bet and even more thrilled that you're actually going through with it. Your silk top is showing off your nipples to everybody who bothers to look and his hand keeps touching and squeezing your ass every chance he gets. You like the attention from him but you are very aware of your lack of under- clothing and it makes you feel a little nervous. It's a good thing you don't know too many people here.
You eventually move on to chatting with other people in the room, enjoying the fun atmosphere. It's funny how Halloween can bring out the childish, mischievous side in adults. You notice lots of people drinking and having fun. There are even a few couples off in corners talking quietly and making out. If you blink you might think you've leapt back in time to a party in high school. This is definitely not the party you expected your co-worker to throw. Usually she's so reserved you expected the party to be dull. You are very pleased to be proven wrong.
You mention to your husband that you're having a nice time and he leans in to kiss you and says, "Maybe we can stay a little longer?"
You head outside to find a large backyard and more decorations. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows abound. Party goers sit upon stacks of hay around a bonfire. There is another dance floor out here on the deck with the music pumping from speakers hidden inside of the biggest pumpkins you ever seen. The party is really raging here in the backyard and the energy is starting to work its magic along with the green stuff you've been steadily downing since you arrived. You make your way to a small bar off the side of the patio, watching the dancers move and grabbing another beaker of green goo when you find yours empty. You open a conversation with another couple nearby while you start to munch on the peeled grape 'eyeball' snack offered on the counter.
"I can't believe they used the old peeled grape trick." Your husband says to them gesturing to the snacks on the bar.
"To make them look like eyeballs? I know. My mother used to do that for us at Halloween," the other woman replies.
"What are you wearing?" the woman asks, looking up and down each of you.
"The real question is 'What am I not wearing?'" you think to yourself.
"We didn't have much time to put together costumes so we're dressed as a divorce!" your husband explains. You are each wearing a business suit with small pieces of yellow legal paper pinned randomly to your clothes.
"I'm a Law Suit and she's a Counter-Suit, get it?" he asks.
She laughs when the joke hits her and says, "Lord, I hope there's no real divorce to worry about!"
"Not at all, not at all, this is just what we could come up with on short notice," your husband says.
The couple is younger and attractive and can't seem to keep their hands off of each other. She's dressed like Catwoman and he's dressed as the Joker. He's got white makeup and a really loud purple suit. Her outfit is so tight it must have been painted on. You have your suspicions about her sharing your lack of underwear. There's no way even a thong could fit inside of those pants. You talk for a good hour and the conversation moves from old trick or treat stories to kids to jobs and eventually to sex.
"I just don't understand why all men want is sex, sex, sex," you say to her.
"I know. It can be annoying but you have to admit it's nice to be able to get whatever you want just by offering a roll in the hay!" she says with a laugh.
The men commiserate with each other over how much work has to go into getting sex. You're having a great time and really enjoying how your husband keeps moving his hand from the small of your back down to your ass, grabbing a cheek or sliding a finger deep into the folds of fabric to tickle the sensitive treats he finds there. It's very distracting but it feels nice through the thin pants you're wearing. You can feel your face getting flush and your groin getting warm. Some of that is the drink but you know his attentions and the idea of wearing no panties in front of all these people are the real culprits. The other husband orders shots for all four of you from the zombie tending bar. He lines them up for the four of you and offers a toast.
"To Halloween memories and new friends! May they both last a long time."
With that, you all down the shot. It's like fire on your throat and it makes your eyes tear but the warm feeling in your belly almost makes it worth it. The other woman suggests leaving the men behind to hit the dance floor.
"My man hates to dance," she explains.
"Mine too, so forget them and let's go!" you say.
A familiar guitar riff hits your ears and you scream with joy as you recognize 'I Want Candy' from Bow Wow-Wow.
"I fucking LOVE this song!" you yell.
"Me too!" she yells back.
You join some other dancers on the floor. The two of you spend time dancing and singing along with the music at the top of your lungs when the chorus comes around. You each take turns shaking in front of your husbands, enjoying how they ogle and smile. You each get more daring as the music continues. You grind into each other and take turns smacking each others' asses playfully. You've never behaved like this before, but something about this night and especially this lively, vibrant woman is making it all seem perfectly natural. The guys are laughing and having a great time watching you both dance. Your new friend moves in behind you and you can feel her leather-clad body mold into yours as she grabs your hips, teasing the boys as they hoot and holler for more. You notice your husband's pants are popping and that makes you dance and misbehave even more. You try not to notice your friend's husband is having the same problem but it's pretty hard to avoid peeking.
Sweaty and tired you come off the floor with your new friend and grab a drink.
Your husband whispers in your ear, "How does all that smacking feel with no panties on underneath?"
