John stood at the threshold of the doorway to his neighbor Jill's house before entering the foyer, scanning the pack of Halloween party attendees for his wife. Like most people, John had been required to work a normal workday, as Halloween had fallen this year on a Thursday, and then made his way home through the thick holiday traffic home, to change into his costume. He wore a pair of black pirate boots and plain black drawstring trousers that he had borrowed from his kempo gi, or uniform. Always thinking ahead, his clever and creative wife had purchased a billowy pirate-style tunic, also in black, during the preceding summer at the local RennFaire. Amy loved any excuse to dress up, whether in formal attire or in what was called "fancy dress" by the British - in costume, and her forethought has proved provident when an invitation for a costumed Halloween party (was there really any other kind?) from their neighbor Jill appeared in the mailbox. John had borrowed a fencing sabre from the local junior college athletic department and bought a black bandana suitable for making into a head mask, and viola! Instant "Zorro" costume.
A part of John was convinced that Jill's decision to host a Halloween party had originally been planted and nurtured by Amy, as the two women were friends and confidants. John was sure that Amy and Jill talked about their most intimate and secret fantasies. Since Jill and her husband Jack had moved into the house next door, Jill and Amy had slowly become close friends. Not coincidentally, as Jill and Amy's friendship had grown, John had pleasurably experienced Amy's own sexual evolution. Amy and John had both been raised with traditional values, remaining virgins until marriage. After they had married, John had always been respectful of his wife, not wanting to press her too hard in the bedroom. John had read numerous accounts of how some men transformed from normal people into absolute beasts in the bedroom, and he had never wanted that complaint to hang like a millstone around Amy's pretty neck.
Amy had told John, in broad terms, that Jill was something of a "wild child" when it came to sex, and that the details of her and Jack's sex life read like a Hustler reader letter. Amy had not gone into detail, but it was clear from her blush and giggle that Jill had gone into detail in recounting stories to Amy. Knowing how adventurous his neighbors were, John had started looking at Jill with new eyes. He had always known that Jill was quite athletically attractive, long golden-blonde hair, with a smile that promised a thousand forbidden pleasures, and a body that stood behind each promise, but there was something insidiously seductive about knowing that his occasional sexual fantasy about his sexy neighbor fell far short of the reality of her experiences. Jill often sunbathed in her backyard, and John had begun spying on her during those sessions from their upper windows. Amy had caught him, and rather becoming outraged and jealous, Amy had stroked his cock, masturbating and sucking his cock to an explosive orgasm.
Since that happy occasion it was as if her own inner "wild child" had been released, and she had become more seductive and experimental, much to John's delight. Indeed, Amy's own costume for this party, as described to him, seemed to be part of her newly awakened sense of playful experimentation. The note on the refrigerator had been a reminder that she had planned to come over to Jill's early to assist her friend and hostess in preparation, and John was eager to join her. Adult Halloween costumes were often somewhat revealing and racy, and John was looking forward to the eye candy on display, especially the favors of his exquisitely beautiful wife.
John stepped into the foyer, and closed the door behind him. He did not immediately see his wife, and it was hard to know if he knew anyone in the crowd in front of him as they were all somewhat disguised in their costumes. Unexpectedly, hands from behind came up over his eyes, and a familiar voice whispered "Looking for someone, Senior Zorro?" followed by a cute giggle. Turning slowly so as to not injure anyone or anything with the saber at his hip, he caught the wrists of the hands over his eyes.
"Well, I'm mostly just looking around," John replied. "But if you could indicate the general direction where I might find Amy, I'd be most appreciative." Jill stood in front of him in her costume, and his eyes traveled the length of her body to take it in.
Jill had put her hair up, exposing her neck. Large faux costume "gold-and ruby" earrings hung from her ears, and a matching necklace hung down into her cleavage. Her makeup had been done to emphasize her eyes, which was fortunate as half of her face below the nose was obscured by a soft red gauzy veil. A halter top had been improvised by a silk scarf that swept up and over the impressive swell of her bosom, crossing attaching to a black leather collar around her neck.. The silk was thin and diaphanous, and her nipples were erect and prominent beneath the soft fabric. A thin gold chain, with fake coinage, served as a belt, creating a pleasant susurration as she moved with supple grace. Her trousers were made of the same thin silk, and split along the sides. Between the transparency of the light material and the naked flesh exposed between the slashes, Jill's long, toned legs seemed to glow with health from her poolside sessions. The material was gathered at her ankles, which were bare.
"I'd ask if you liked what you saw, but Amy tells me you're quite heterosexual, and I am magnificent" she purred. "I guess I saw too many episodes of 'I Dream of Jeannie' when I was growing up."
"What a horrible fate for you - but for the guys here, what a treat!" John replied, trying to tear his gaze from her on-display form to her eyes, with only partial success.
"Oh, I am quite happy to be a Harem Girl for the party... and more than happy to put the 'treat' into 'Trick or Treat'," Jill said, reaching out and pulling John closer for a hug. "Although Amy and I call this my 'Harem Slut' costume... " she whispered into his ear naughtily. "My nipples aren't this hard because I'm cold... its because I love the eyes on my breasts as the soft silk rubs them as a walk!"
She released him from her light embrace. "Who knows? Maybe Amy will have me dance for you some time... would you like to see me dance for you in this costume, John?" and before he could answer she placed her finger across his lips. "No - Don't answer. I know Amy would like it, and I know how wet it would make me, so you probably wouldn't have much of a choice!" she whispered to him before moving off.
John stood there, stunned by Jill's unexpected forwardness while his imagination tried to process what she had said. His cock had become like unto a thing of iron, and he was both grateful and regretful that her hug hadn't provided more body contact. Feeling vaguely guilty, he continued to look for his wife.
Finally he found her. Amy had taken up station behind Jack and Jill's wet bar in the living room, and was playing at being a bartender. The bar itself was surrounded by men, and as John got closer, he saw why.
Amy's costume fulfilled every expectation of her earlier description. Unlike Jill, Amy's hair hung loose about her shoulders and down her back. The only jewelry she wore was a black leather collar around her neck, which seemed to be identical to the one worn by her friend. She wore a tunic made of a soft gentle green of the same type of material that Jill's trousers had, but her tunic only had a hint of cleavage and came down to her mid-thigh. A thin leather belt held a small leather bag full of coin on her hip. Thin-strapped flat sandals wound their way up her calves to her knees. Her nipples were visible as points under the fabric, and her perfect breasts were seemingly held up only the eyeballs of the admiring men surrounding the bar. She saw John, and her smile lit up the room as if a thousand candles had been suddenly lit simultaneously.
She slipped from behind the bar and enthusiastically announced "That's all for now, boys - I have to greet my Master!" More than one envious gaze followed her sexy stride as she strutted across the room to where John stood. Practically throwing herself into his arms, John found that he had to brace his legs when Amy pressed her body hard against his, wrapping one leg around his thigh, rubbing her costume-clad body against his. When she discovered his erection, she purred.
"So... do you like the costume of your slave girl, Master? It sure feels like you do..." she said, happy to feel his excitement.
John leaned down to nibble her ear. "I love the of my slave girl, even if it might be a little... daring."
Amy pulled away a bit so she could look him in the eyes. "If it's too much, I'll go home and change. I don't want you to feel bad in any way, or angry, or... " She got no further before John stopped her earnest concern with a deep kiss.
