Some of the couples wore masks, which David found scary and sexy in equal measures. He tried one on and sneaked up on his Wife Suzanne. He pinched her bottom and she gasped as she spun round and saw the scary image.
"Very funny David," said Suzanne shaking her head in despair, "I knew it was you...and the mask is actually a marked improvement. Keep it on, it makes you look almost human," she chuckled.
"...God I don't believe it, there's John Bull, what's he doing here?" hissed David to his Wife Suzanne, as he tore the mask off in disgust. "I was really looking forward to this party after the week I've had at work and now he has to come here and spoil it, like he ruins everything."
"So that's your nemesis, 'John Bull,' is it? But he looks about the same size as you David, I thought he'd be a big brute of a man the way you described him. He's rather handsome too, he doesn't need to wear a mask." Suzanne teased, with a wicked smile.
David tried to explain that John Bull had been a lot bigger than him when they were at school together and a year older...well almost. It wasn't just the bullying and the beatings, John Bull always had to get the better of him. When David had been given a model yacht by his parents, all the boys agreed it was the best boat they'd ever seen. But somehow John Bull had managed to scratch his name on the bottom of the boat when no-one was looking...'John Bull'...God even his name was cool and intimidating.
David reddened with anger when he remembered how he'd smashed the boat to pieces in frustration because all his friends thought he'd etched the name himself, trying get John Bull into trouble. He felt a flush of shame at the memory of telling his parents that the 'very expensive' and 'unsinkable' yacht had somehow sunk without trace on its maiden voyage.
"...Oh look David, dishy John Bull and his pretty Wife are coming over to us..."
John Bull shook David's hand warmly, with a big smile on his face and clapped him on the back like a long lost friend. The two Wives wandered off together chatting happily, leaving 'the boys' to go over old times.
"Before you say anything David, just let me apologise unreservedly for my shocking behaviour in school. There's no excuse for it, but what can I say, boys will be boys and it wasn't all bad was it?"
David was surprised by the heartfelt apology from his former tormentor and smiled reservedly.
"I can't think of any 'good times' John, school was horrible...for me at least."
"Oh come on David, you have to admit we had some good laughs...what about that time big Stevie Jones pretended to be the Headmaster to that new secretary. You know, what's her name, the pretty one, the girl with the lovely 'sticky out bottom' as you called her bountiful booty. Oh come on David, you must remember, we all took turns peeking through the keyhole when Stevie 'summonsed' her into 'his' office. God by the time I'd forced my eye up to the keyhole, he'd already corked her panties and was eagerly striping her bare bottom with the Headmaster's cane."
"Oh my God yes," gasped David when he remembered the scintillating sight of that pretty secretary bent over the Headmaster's desk. Her skirt lifted up over her tiny waist and her pretty little panties peeled right down, as Stevie stroked her milky white buttocks with that fearsome yellowed cane. That was the most arousing sight he'd ever seen, how could he have forgotten. Why had he been such a fool to let a bit of silly school boy bullying leave him so bitter and twisted.
"...There you go old chap," said John Bull smiling as he handed David another double shot to his new best friend forever, "bottoms up."
David felt so calm and relaxed now that the hoodoo of his arch enemy John Bull was finally put to bed and it turns out he's not a bad old stick after all, he thought happily...
...David woke up outside on the bench, he vaguely remembered going out for some fresh air but now he was shivering. He should have put his jacket on, the handsome blue blazer his wonderful Wife had bought for his birthday. 'With the lovely hand stitching,' as she constantly reminded him. Well it probably was rather expensive, he thought with a resigned smile and made his way back inside to fetch it. He was unsteady on his feet and his vision was slightly blurred but he was determined to retrieve his coat and find his pretty Wife...
"...Wake up Hubby, you naughty, naughty man..." whispered David's Wife Suzanne, as she smothered him in hot little kisses and tenderly brushed her silky smooth curves up against him.
David was glad to find himself back in his own bed with his piping hot Wife snuggled up to him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He had no idea how he got home and was terrified he'd made a fool of himself at last night's party.
His Wife kept calling him a 'naughty boy.' She was gushing about how 'masterful' he was and what a sexy teasing chance they took last night. She chuckled at how he'd come marching up the stairs with that silly mask on, she knew it was him of course, she recognised the sexy blue blazer, 'with the lovely hand stitching.'
