Mary shook her head as the red sports car blew past her in the rush-hour traffic, gliding through the cars as if he were a skier. It was a long day at the end of a long week. Her work had been so busy lately, making her work long into the night. But, now, it was Friday, and she was going to seriously relax and recharge before hitting it again on Monday. And... tomorrow night was Halloween! A night she had something very special planned for herself, something that would definitely help her blow off some steam. God, she needed it.
As she drove home, sitting in the long line of traffic exiting the highway, she wondered how she got into the predicament that she was in. It wasn't that her life was bad. She just... she needed fucked. Plain and simple. It had been so long. She'd married early, when she was only 19, to a much older guy. They really were in love. At 40 he was exactly what she wanted and needed. He had a really good job, owned his own house, and generally had what he needed in life. And at 40 he was a very patient and knowledgeable lover. They had sex all the time and she was never let down. In fact, she couldn't imagine life could be better.
Except as they both grew older, he grew older much faster. When she was turning 30, he was over 50 and his health was starting to get worse. He grew tired faster. He wasn't able to do as much and definitely couldn't keep up with her. Their sex life rapidly slowed to being non-existent. And soon, he unfortunately died, his medical issues catching up to him... leaving her in the prime of her life, alone. He had saved a lot of money to provide for her, so she was well taken care of, but she wanted to work. She needed work to give her some kind of meaning to life. And, generally, she enjoyed it. It's just that one week every couple of months was really busy. And this was one of those weeks.
They'd moved into this quiet suburb just a couple years before he died, into a lovely house that she truly enjoyed. But she never really got to know the neighbors too well... with his passing and with her work, she really just never took the time to get to know them.
Her neighbors on one side, Bob and Jamie Middleton, were a young couple, with young children in grade school and middle school. They were certainly a busy couple, with work, work around the house, and then running their children around to all their events. She knew them only superficially, waving to them as they passed with quick hi's.
On the other side lived Susan and Jacob Convers, an older couple, older than her at least with one daughter well into her college career studying art. Since they were closer in age to her late husband, she had done things with them when her husband was alive, mostly dinners together, and was closer to them.
As she pulled into her driveway, Susan was working in her front lawn, checking her Halloween decorations to prepare for tomorrow. Halloween was Susan's favorite holiday and she went overboard decorating for it, including animatronics, sound effects, and fog machines. Mary waved to her and as she got out of her car Susan walked over.
"Hi! How are you doing?" Susan asked, sounding a little concerned.
"Busy," Mary replied. "But I'm doing ok."
"You're working too hard," Susan said softly. "You don't have to. You should slow down. Enjoy life a bit."
Mary laughed softly. A lot of people told her that. "I know. I really do like my job, though. But I do appreciate your concern." She smiled warmly. Susan really did mean well. While she was a casual friend, she still seemed concerned about Mary's well-being. "How's Emmanuelle?" she asked.
"She's doing great! She should be graduating next year. In fact, she came into town last night. She'll be in for a week. How about you come over for dinner on Sunday. Six o'clock," Susan offered. "Emmanuelle will be there and we're having another couple over and would love to have you join us.
Mary knew that Susan was one who didn't take no for an answer. And Mary didn't have much of an excuse to offer her. "Sure, that would be great. What can I bring?"
"Nothing. Just yourself," Susan smiled.
Mary knew it was pointless to argue. She always felt uncomfortable coming to dinner somewhere and not bringing something, but Susan always told her not to. She'd simply ask her local vintner for something suitable and bring it along. "Ok. Sounds good. Thanks Susan."
"We'll see you Sunday. Have a good night!" Susan said, waving and turning to go back to her decorations.
Mary walked into the house, set her briefcase and computer down and moved into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine and then moved upstairs. She showered and changed then went back downstairs to fix some dinner and watch a little TV. It was a normal Friday night, but all night long, all she could think about was the Halloween party tomorrow.
She spent a lot of time trying to find just the right thing to do. When this finally popped up, it took her a while to realize exactly what it was. It wasn't highly advertised at all... and wasn't free. In fact, it was going to cost her $500 to attend. But she knew with the cost that it wasn't going to be some simple party filled with young kids. This was going to be an adult party. In fact, as billed, it was an adult masquerade party that promised whatever she desired. And right now, she desired a lot. Her fingers and her vibrator were not cutting it at the moment. She needed an intimate touch from a warm, hard body. Hopefully a very hungry body that would satisfy her over and over again.
This was going to be her first time she went to something like this, so she didn't really know what to expect. From the few advertising pictures, the costumes were a bit on the risque side and everyone did wear a mask. It seemed like being extremely anonymous was part of the fun.
She'd already received her costume from an online store. She was going to wear a Genie outfit, which definitely would show some skin. She would never have worn this outside of her home before. To show off this much skin was... well, definitely not what her upbringing told her a woman should do. But this was a special occasion. And the mask, a matching lacy shroud held on with an elastic headband, covered the top half of her face perfectly. There was no way she'd be recognized.
She touched herself only a little that night, thinking about what might happen at the party. She could envision men groping her, practically from the moment she walked in the door... pushing her down... doing wonderfully unspeakable things to her. Forcing her to do unspeakable things in return. So many hands touching her all over, teasing her, giving her so much pleasure. She had to admit that being used like that was a big turn on for her. And being told and forced to do things was... so freeing. It wasn't her... it wasn't her choice... they weren't her actions. In her costume and mask, in her anonymity, she could do anything that plain, normal Mary could never do.
Saturday seemed to drag on forever. She had few errands to run and it was a dreary, rainy day outside. All she could think about was the party. She had prepared her body, making sure she was extremely clean and smooth. She even touched herself in the shower, but still, only a little. Only enough to feel a little pleasure. She truly wanted to save herself for the party and the men that would touch her.
When 6:00pm rolled around, she turned on her porch light and sat on the front porch, handing out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood that walked by. She smiled and laughed and told the kids how incredible their costumes were, all while thinking about her own. When 8:00pm came, she waved to Sharon and went back inside. It was time to get ready.
She slid her sensible, plain clothes off, kicking them aside. Then she put on her costume, noting how light and frilly it was, how small and see-through it was. When she looked in the mirror, she almost changed her mind about going. This was so unlike her. If anyone recognized her, she'd be mortified. There was so much skin showing. And her very private areas were barely hidden at all. She could see her nipples through the very thin bikini-like top. And the bottoms... they easily showed every ridge and valley of her vagina. And she could already see a wet spot forming from her excitement.
