My wife Debbie worked at a large office complex where civilian contractors work for military weapons systems. Every year at Halloween they threw a raucous costume party with booze and dance. Debbie would tell me about all the office politics and romantic affairs. I often wondered if she was immune to those affairs she assured me were rampant in the office. We have been married just over a year.
Debbie is a plain, frizzy blonde who looks great in a skirt. Her physique isn't athletic, but she keeps trim. That gives her plenty of curves where they're needed. I've heard people describe her as having a "nice personality." She convinced me to go to her first Halloween party with her, but I'm not really sure why. I only knew one other couple there, out of some two hundred plus people.
Their party is one hundred percent costume, so we put some effort into getting some outfits. Debbie acquired a sexy gangster style outfit that consisted of a tiny pinstripe dress and gangster hat. The hemline was barely below crotch level, and she wore garters, fishnets, and knee-high boots with it. She put on black lace panties under the skirt. Just watching her put it on was exciting; any movement at all exposed her panties, but it all fit the costume. Mine was a simple gothic robe designed to make me look like a vampire figure. The medallion and satin-lined hood looked really cool.
I'm not sure what I had been expecting, but over two hundred people was certainly a surprise. There was just too many people. The buffet bar was wrecked, the punch bowl was empty, and the drink bar was the only functioning service. Debbie isn't good with booze, but there was nothing else to drink. We ordered drinks and hoped for the best, not sure we would ever get them. Our costumes fit right in, although Debbie's was pretty revealing. There were a few candy striper outfits and lingerie costumes that showed more than they should have, so Debbie wasn't too out of the park. The most revealing was worn by two of the guys, that I saw. They were naked, except for those gag elephant-nose bikini briefs where their penis is inserted into the elephant's nose. I kept waiting for them to be escorted out, but apparently they were within the bounds of reason.
I was lost right away. I had no idea who to talk to or what to do. Debbie knew everyone, and she got roped almost immediately by friends. I sighed at my wonderful fortune for the evening and just stood around like an idiot. Debbie, to her credit, came by to check on me several times, and I would hand her a fresh drink.
The band started about an hour after we got there, and I drifted closer to the dance floor. Picking my wife out of the crowd, I signaled her for a dance. The floor was so crowded, that we could barely move. We danced a full dance and a partial second. During the second dance, one of those naked guys with the elephant nose squeezed through. I watched him approach and saw what he was doing. His "nose" was sticking straight out. He had a nice erection under that nose and was busy circulating behind the women dancers. I watched him move from woman to woman and slide his erection between the legs of the dancers from behind. Just one or two pumps, and he was moving on. I suspected he would get every female on the dance floor, and he did. He pumped twice behind Debbie, and I saw his "nose" appear twice from between her thighs as she danced.
Debbie squealed and spun around. That was the end of the dance for me, because she laughed and hugged naked guy. She kept dancing, but was facing him now. He nodded and laughed at something she said and he danced close for a couple seconds. His "nose" again speared between my wife's legs, but this time from the front. She burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to hang on. He grabbed her hips and just started pumping his nose back and forth between her thighs. It had to be rubbing her panties. She laughed harder.
What a prick. Maybe he could have asked me before he dry-fucks my wife in front of two hundred people? And did she have to look like it was a load of fun for her?
I left the dance floor to get another drink. Tonight was just peachy; maybe the IRS would serve me with an audit to top it all off. Near the bar, I ran into the only other couple I knew there, Rick and Katy. Rick was a boisterous back-slapper who had little respect for anyone. Katy was an earnest brunette with one of those Egyptian cuts. I always had the impression she was intensely considering something. Rick was dressed as a sultan, and Katy as a sexy bride. Her white dress was as short as Debbie's. I'm sure if I watched Katy, I'd see the flash of her white panties. Her garters, white stockings and short white veil were the antithesis of Debbie's costume.
Rick glanced at me and shrugged me off. He wandered away, leaving his wife there talking to me.
"I don't know why I come to these," she said.
"Me either. Debbie doesn't need me here." I pointed to her on the dance floor. She was still getting teased by elephant nose.
"Maybe if we worked here, it would be different," she squinted around at the people.
I snorted. "Well, of course it would. Maybe then it would be me getting away with sticking my penis in between dancers legs."
"What?" She blinked at me.
I pointed to the dance floor again. "See him?"
Katy nodded.
"He poked his erection between the legs of every female dancer out there, including my wife."
"Oh, yes. He's the Lead Project Manager. Rick's told me about him." Katy folded her arms in a self-hug.
"How many of these have you come to?" I asked.
"This is my third. Everyone uses it as an excuse to flirt."
I took it that she meant Rick. But he flirted with everyone. Then again, she might have been right. I looked around the room and started studying the people. I didn't know who was who and who was attached, but there did seem to be a lot of close contact and flirting going on. I glimpsed my wife on the dance floor and strained to see her. She was dancing with some other guy now.
Katy and I had nothing else to do, so we talked while our spouses circulated. Debbie would come and go, collecting a drink each time. After her fifth drink, we noted that her dress was getting disheveled. I pulled Debbie close and told her that maybe we should go. I didn't want her doing anything she would regret.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Debbie demanded of me.
"Huh?" She never talked to me like this.
