My wife and I love costume parties. There is something incredibly sexy about not knowing who is behind a mask or what guests might or might not be wearing underneath their costumes. Excessive flirting, sexual innuendo and seduction are all part of Halloween when good looking people get together for a little drinking and a lot of extra-curricular activity.
While we are both in our 50's we stay in good shape and have friends that do the same. A few weeks ago we were invited to a Halloween party in the town where we live at the home of a casual acquaintance. They asked us to bring another couple along so we invited an attractive twosome from our old neighborhood who we hoped would be up for a little adventure and making some new friends.
My MILF of a wife Janet was going as a hot nurse dressed to kill from her head to her toes with a white hat, obligatory stethoscope, white jumper, white garter, thigh high fishnets and white spiked heels that show off her exquisite legs. I wasn't sure if white panties were part of the ensemble or not. She loves to keep me guessing in that department and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of her before we got there.
I was dressed as a fireman, making the 6 hour trip down from my wife's favorite fire company on Cape Cod. Ever since she came face to face with a couple of West Dennis hunks about 10 years ago I think she has been secretly fantasizing about a threesom with me nowhere in sight.
We had a drink or two at home and arrived at their house at about 10. It was a beautiful 5 bedroom colonial in a newer neighborhood of town. It was decorated like a haunted house with a lot of dark corners filled with scantily clad ghouls and goblins. There had to be at least 100 people there. We were greeted by an unknown brunette dressed as a sensuous witch in black fishnets, a short silk robe covering an even shorter skirt, her long black hair pulled back and a zorro-esque mask. She didn't say a word but gently grabbed our hands and gave us both a kiss on the cheek before leading us into the study to say hello to the host and hostess.
Our hostess, Paula, looked cute as a button, dressed as a French maid, black outfit and feather duster. Her dirty blonde hair held up with a black bow with her skirt barely covering her lovely assets in the front and the back. Her flawless legs were covered with sheer stockings. Her husband was a cop, cuffs and all, possibly to be used on the maid or any other guest that became unruly.
When the sexy witch removed Janet's overcoat you could feel the testosterone level rise, and it wasn't just the guys staring her down. Our hostess was impressed as well. "Damn Janet, great legs,especially in those heels.If only I could be a lesbian for an hour," she said. She immediately covered her mouth as soon as the words came out as if to say "oops!" If Janet was embarrassed she didn't show it. I think she was actually flattered. She just thanked her and turned around to give everyone the full effect.
Well, I was getting a little toasty under the turnout gear even before that suggestive comment from a pretty, albeit partially inebriated, woman. I excused myself to get us a couple of drinks. I ran into our friends Mickey and Sandra who were engaged in a conversation with another couple. Sandra looked great dressed as a Victoria's Secret angel, her strawberry blonde hair barely touching her shoulders. Mickey came as a professional wrestler. I gave the "angel" a little pat on her tight butt and a quick peck on her lips and made my way to the bar. I returned to the group with my drink and found that my pretty wife had disappeared.
I was told she went outside with a couple of guests and I finally tracked her down and found her with Cinderella and Batman, smoking pot of all things. She hadn't indulged in this act in about 20 years but I didn't stop her. She becomes extremely amorous after a few hits and a few drinks so I figured why mess with success?
I noticed Sandra had separated from Mickey and had hooked up with another "angel" Kathy, a friend of ours with much darker hair and a slightly more petite figure than Sandra. They sipped their cosmopolitans and compared costume notes, touching each other's wings and admiring the revealing lacey lingerie that barely covered their smoldering bodies. You would never know that they had just met. The body language suggested otherwise. What I wouldn't have given to be the one that helped them earn their wings.
As the evening wore on, the music was getting pretty loud and people were breaking off or in groups of 3 or 4. I still had not seen Jan come back inside, which was no big deal since the party provided an opportunity for both of us to engage in more fantasy than reality. I moved toward the game room which was featuring a few women dressed as pole dancers.
One woman dressed as a stripper was giving lap dances to unsuspecting house guests of both persuasions. I recognized her as a mom of a boy that played basketball with my son a while back. She was a perky blonde with an athletic, drop-dead perfect body. She gave me a sly smile as we made eye contact and continued to make her rounds. Just then my wife re-appeared and realized it was Alison rubbing her shapely ass against all those strange thighs. With all the extra costume fabric between them, there was no telling which of the lap dance beneficiaries might be getting aroused.
Alison stood up, pointed directly at my scantily clad nurse and motioned for her to meet her across the room. Jan looked at me with that glint in her eye and gave me a long wet kiss before sauntering over to join her on the couch. She got comfortable on the couch as the small crowd looked on and voiced their collective approval. Her private dancer turned her back to Janet and slowly began to gyrate and grind her cheeks between my wife's delicious thighs, spreading them with her toned legs. She was totally heating up my wife as she grabbed Jan's arms and wrapped them around her waist, increasing the friction between them and reaching back to encourage Jan to nuzzle her neck.
Fortunately the song was only 3 minutes long or I might have made a mess right then and there. Jan got up, thanked her for the dance with a hug and kiss and hurried toward me. "We have to find a room. I'm about to explode," she gasped. She grabbed my hand and slid it under her skirt and the mystery of whether she was panty-less had been solved.
We looked for the quickest way to the stairway and snuck up through the kitchen avoiding the throngs in the living room. She wanted to find a secluded area and find it fast.
The second floor had six doors, all of them closed. We went to the first door and slowly pushed it open. We were both surprised and delighted to find our cute friend Sandra on her hands and knees on the bed, wearing only her fishnets with her Victoria's Secret panties around her ankles. She had her pretty face buried between Kathy's creamy thighs. Kathy was handcuffed to the headboard as she lay spread-eagled encouraging Sandra to fuck her with her tongue, very bold for a duo that met a mere 30 minutes ago. Our host had Sandra doggy-style as he slid all 7 hard inches into her slick tunnel with long strokes, before removing it and rubbing the head against her shapely ass until she begged for him to put it back in. We hung at the door and watched long enough to see Sandra shake from an earth shattering orgasm, his over-sized cock glistening with her juices.
We continued to the next door and found our hostess Paula on a couch with her shapely legs in the air. She was holding herself behind her knees with her toned thighs spread open wide to give a big breasted soccer mom, half-dressed as a flight attendant, total access to her dripping pussy. The woman slowly slid her middle finger inside our pretty hostess, tickling her tight opening, taking it out on occasion for our depraved maid to taste.
We shut the door and proceeded to the end of the hallway and gently knocked on the last door. Hearing nothing we slipped in and closed the door behind us. Only a small candle flickered by the window next to the queen size bed, but it appeared as if the bed had an occupant, who looked at us in a mild state of shock obviously thinking she had found the perfect hideout.
She was a gorgeous thing, about 5'4, brownish hair, in a sleek silver outfit and black mask over her eyes. We all froze. It took me about 10 seconds but I realized I knew who she was. It was obvious that Janet had no clue. She was never that good with faces. Maybe it was the pot, the wine or the poor lighting, but whatever it was my wife did not make the connection and I was not ready to walk back out the door. Our friend sensed it too.
When Janet turned to lock the door I looked at our masked beauty and asked if she wanted us to leave. She quickly shook her head "no" then put a finger to her pursed lips asking me to keep her identity our little secret, for now.
With the exception of our Asian waitress, my wife had never been with a woman that I knew of. I couldn't believe this was happening. Our friend didn't want to blow her cover so she spoke in a whisper and explained that she and her husband had a blowout and he left her at the party alone. How anyone could leave this perfect specimen of a woman alone was beyond comprehension but I realized his loss was about to be our gain.