"Come on we'll be late," I exclaimed.
"Just a couple more minutes," she responded.
I fumed a little. I hate being late. This was going to be the biggest party of the year. I love Halloween parties. I love getting dressed up in a costume. Even though you know half the people there, wearing a costume gives you a feeling of anonymity. You can get drunk, flirt with other women and watch other guys flirt with your wife. What could be more fun? This year I was superman. Susan was going dressed like a leopard.
He paced some more and then finally went upstairs to see how much longer she was going to be. She was just walking out of their bedroom when he got to the top of the stairs. "My God, you look sexy as hell," he said. And she did too. On top of her short brown hair she wore a pair of cat ears. She'd painted a cat nose with whiskers on her face. A short, tight leopard print dress encased her body, showing off her wonderful figure. Semi-sheer leopard print stockings covered legs ending in black high heels.
"How do I look?" She turned around. The dress even had a tail that curved up from under the back of the dress and made it look like it was attached to her butt.
"Fantastic! Susan that outfit is... WOW!" I felt little willy began to stir. "Maybe we should have a little quickie before we go?"
"Right, like I'm going to let you mess up my makeup after I spent all this time getting ready."
Downstairs Susan put on her long winter coat, hiding her stunning costume. I couldn't wait to show her off to all of my frat brothers at the party. I put on my ski parka and we went out to the garage. I pressed the garage door opener and a bitter wind swirled into the garage and bit through the blue tights I was wearing.
On the way there we chatted happily. I was reminding Susan who I expected to be at the party, bringing back her memories of them when she was at the sorority.
"Is Terrell, huh what's is last name? You know that football player going to be there?"
"Terrell Jackson? I don't know. He just got divorced so he might not show up."
"Why'd he get divorced?"
Terrell had been our star wide receiver our senior year at school. A handsome black man, he'd attracted women like flypaper. "I'm not sure. I heard rumors that he was sleeping around." Actually they weren't rumors. He was a successful salesman now and one of his girlfriends from Portland had called his home and his wife answered. The rest is history.
"Oh, huh. That's too bad."
"Well, he might show up anyhow." Susan didn't respond.
We arrived a Tim Brassard's house a half an hour late. Cars were parked up and down the street and we had to park a half a block away. By the time we got to the front door my legs were freezing.
Tim opened the door. "Craig, how's it hangin?" he shouted over the noise of the party. "Hey, I like your costume," he said looking at my blue tights; the rest of my costume being covered by my jacket. He turned to Susan, "What a cute nose. I'm Tim. I don't know if you remember me?"
"Of course Tim. How are you?" She'd already told me in the car that she didn't remember him, but I remembered how he'd salivated over her back in college.
"Great. Put your coats in the bedroom. It's down the hall to the left," he said pointing.
The party was in full swing and the beat of the bass from the speakers made it so everyone had to holler to be heard. Down the hall it was quieter and when Susan threw her coat on top of all of the others I took her in my arms and tried to kiss her. She pushed me away and rolled her eyes.
We returned to the party and several of my frat brothers turned and ogled Susan. I couldn't help but grin. Several of them had begun successful careers, but I had Susan.
Bill Saunders left his group and walked over. "Craig, how's it hangin? And this is, uh" he searched his memory, "Susan right?" She smiled and he walked up and gave her an inappropriate kiss. Then he took her hand and said, "Come on, let's get you something to drink."
I followed along, but in no time a group of guys had surrounded my wife and I couldn't get close to her. She looked over at me and smiled, rolling her eyes. I went off to find myself a beer. Another fifteen minutes passed by and I passed the time with a couple of wives who were temporarily separated from their husbands... Because they were over surrounding my wife and who should show up but Terrell Jackson. He looked as handsome and athletic as ever and on his arm was the most stunning red head I'd ever seen. He was dressed as a vampire and she was an angel with a short white dress, wings and a halo. The hubbub actually died down a little as everyone took in the new couple.
The party moved along merrily as everyone got drunk. I occasionally saw my wife, usually cornered by a different group of men, but I was happy. I'd actually managed to talk to Terrell's date. Her name was Helen. She was from London and had this wonderful accent. Apparently she was a flight attendant for British Airways and had met Terrell when he was in London on business. She was a very interesting person and once when I looked around I saw Susan and Terrell talking and laughing.
In time I lost track of Susan and frankly was very interested in talking to Helen. About an hour later Helen excused herself because she had to go visit the loo. Although disappointed I decided that I should try to find my wife. After much searching I couldn't find her with any of the party goers. Finally I went down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I saw a small group outside of the last bedroom at the end of the hall and so I wondered down that way.
A couple of the women were giggling with each other and when they saw me they turned and pulled on their boyfriend/husbands arms. The men were busy looking into the bedroom but when they turned and saw me they took their women and walked past me down the hall. Strangely they were all silent and didn't look at me as they walked past.
Curious I continued down the hall to the bedroom and looked in. There was Terrell. His back was to me and his pants were down around his ankles. His black cape flapped as he drove his pole into a woman. Then I saw a curved leopard's tail bouncing around on the other side of him as he thrust into her. The leopard stockings were down around her knees. She was leaning over the bed and he was fucking her from behind. Audible moans were coming from her each time he drove his black cock into her.
I stood their, dumbstruck, unable to move; unsure what to do.
Her vocalizations became louder as Terrell pounded it to her. I felt my face getting red. "Oh God yes, oh God," she moaned. I heard their flesh slapping together each time his abdomen hit her buttocks. "Oh Terrell, Jesus," she cried. I hate to admin it, but I felt a tingling in my groin. Watching Terrell fuck my wife was turning me on. I kept watching. Fortunately, no one else came down the hall.
"Oh God Terrell, oh God fuck me." I could tell that he wasn't about to stop. "Oooohh!" she moaned. "OOOOOOH YES OOOOH YES, OH GOD!" she cried out as she came. Her cries drove him to climax too as his body movement became a little more jerky. And then he drove his cock in as far as he could while he deposited his sperm in her pussy. His body jerked a few more times as he finished ejaculating and then they both stood still with his cock still inside her.
"Oh God that was good," I heard her say.
"Good, that was fantastic," he said in his deep voice. "I wanted to fuck you ever since we met in school."
"I wanted you to fuck me too," she admitted. "I remember that last frat party. I couldn't get near you. You were surrounded by other girls."
