I looked down at my wife, lying face down on a strange bed, covered in puddles of cum. My eyes drifted down further, seeing more of the stuff leaking copiously from her gaping wide pussy and her gaping asshole. My stomach churned at the sight. My fists clenched and unclenched with the fury I felt.
That is not a great place to start, I know, but at least now you know what to expect from this sorry tale. Let it serve as a warning to those with a delicate disposition and a stark image a husband should never see.
Let's head back in time by about a week. Yes, that would cover it.
My wife is a stunner. Isn't it funny how everyone has a stunning wife? But let me ask you this....would you have married her if you didn't think she was special? Probably not. But Angie really is stunning. She is tall, slender and just oozes class from every pore. She works out every day, morning exercises, gym three times a week, all to keep a figure that gravity and age should have changed years before.
Angie and I are both in our 40s. I look it, she does not. I always thought we were happily married but I was constantly plagued with suspicions. I work in retail, nothing fancy but my hours are regular. I usually get home long before Angie does and so I make dinner. Yeah, girly man, I know. Angie works in sales for a finance company so she has lots of late appointments, often not coming home until after 9, sometimes later. I didn't like it but you know how it is when you depend on the money. She had developed a habit lately that bothered me. On her later nights, she came in, barely a word, and straight up into the shower. When she came back, clean and fresh, that's when I got my kiss. I am generally not a suspicious man by nature but when my wife looked at least ten years younger than me and was this hot, it's hard not to suspect something.
I asked her about it once. She simply said that after a long day at work, she felt the need for a shower. I didn't question her further. Why make waves, right?
So, on to last week......
Angie and I were sat talking over dinner when she told me the company was having a costume party for Halloween. I groaned inwardly and enthused outwardly. She loves that kind of thing; a chance to dress up, to be "exciting". You can guess how I feel about it. Its for kids!
"I am really looking forward to this," she gushed as the week went on. "I have our costumes all picked out. You are going to love it!"
I asked her what costumes she had chosen but she just smiled. "You will have to wait and see."
"Julie is going to be there too. I hope I can avoid her. "Angie made a face. I searched my dutiful husband memory banks, finally finding a file marked Julie.
"Is she still doing it?" I asked, scoring a point or two there, I hoped.
"All the time!" Angie threw up her hands in exasperation. "It's like I have a mirror or something!"
Julie was a younger woman who worked from the same office. She had really latched on to Angie, trying to be just like her. I think Angie loved it, really, she was flattered but she often complained. I tried to soothe her, of course.
"Darling," I told her more than once. "You are a real professional, a role model. She can see that and is emulating you in the hopes that she may one day be half as wonderful."
That always scored me a few points.
The week went on, Angie getting more and more excited about this stupid party. I tried to join in, I truly did. The night before, I made us a special dinner, all Angie's favorites. I figured we would be eating junk the next night so I really went to town for her. Of course, as I am sure you have guessed, it was a late night for her. All my efforts wasted. I may have even sulked while I ate mine, drank a beer or two and watched TV until she finally came in, a little after ten. As always, I caught a glimpse of her before she ran up the stairs, closely followed by the sound of running water. I warmed her dinner for her.
"Hi, honey," she smiled at me, towelling her wet hair. "Sorry I am so late. The appointment ran way over what I expected. Forgive me?" She kissed me lovingly. I tasted mint.
"Of course I do!" I embraced her. "I made dinner. Its warming up for you now."
"You are an angel" she smiled. She barely touched her meal as we chatted. Naturally, the subject of the party was foremost. I joined in, of course, sharing her enthusiasm in a most sincere way. She seemed to buy it.
The next day, she was practically vibrating with excitement when the costumes arrived. I kept wanting to look in the box but she made me wait. Eventually, it was time. She took her package into the bedroom with her, leaving me to open mine.
"Oh," I said, less than enthusiastically. "Batman. How.....thrilling."
I had a thick rubber or latex or...I don't know what it was. It was thick and heavy, the mask particularly uncomfortable. Mind you, for a man in his 40s, once I put the suit on, I had a fine set of abs. Then Angie appeared. My heart almost stopped. I was expecting Robin or Batgirl, or something. I was not expecting the sight before me.
Angie had dressed as the sexiest Poison Ivy the world has ever seen. She wore long boots, finishing at her thighs, her dark green stocking tops showing just above them. The boots were a dark, olive green in color and they were really highly polished. Above the sexy glimpse of stocking, she wore a dark green bodysuit that clung so tightly to her curves, her breasts pushing against the semi-sheer material, the outline of her nipples all too obvious. I paused a moment or two more than I should have and finally tore my eyes away, following upwards to see this glorious, sexy as hell redhead looking expectantly at me through a dark green mask, covering the top half of her face. I just stared, open mouthed.
"Like it?" she giggled, twirling provocatively for me to see. The bodysuit did little to cover her fine, firm ass. It was so high cut, in fact, that I could clearly see the cute little butterfly tattoo she had on her left cheek. I loved that little butterfly but it was really only me who should be seeing it.
"My God!" I finally exclaimed. "You look....you...wow. Just wow!"
Angie smiled happily. Of course, I felt a twinge of something close to panic. Looking as good as she did, I was not leaving her side for a second. All the men would want this beauty. I didn't say that , of course, but I decided it.
"Don't you think it's," I licked my dry lips. "A bit too...revealing?"
She just laughed and twirled again then skipped over to me. She kissed me full and deep and so very passionately. "I am Poison Ivy" she said, breaking the kiss. "My secret identity is safe behind my mask." She tossed her head, the long red hair flowing over her shoulder. "And isn't this a great wig?" she enthused. "Feels like real hair. Feel it."
I ran my fingers through that long red hair. It really did feel real. The colour was strikingly red, not at all like the dark brown of Angie's natural hair. Perhaps she had a point. Her secret identity was not at all obvious. Still, I decided, she was not getting out of my sight, even for a second. I was snapped out of my thoughts as her arm linked to mine.
"Time to go, my hero. I really hope you enjoy yourself tonight. I hope we can all forget about work and just have a fun time."
Unlikely, I thought. I had been with her to a few such company parties. It was ALL about work ALL night. We drove to the house the party was held at. I say house. Mansion would be a better word. The boss did well for himself, to say the least. All the way there, I could not stop staring at my wife. She was so incredibly sexy. Every time she moved, laughed, stretched, I felt a twinge in my latex or rubber or whatever the hell it was, batsuit. We finally arrived and I opened the car door for her, moaning slightly at the sight of this classy, long legged beauty unfold so gracefully from the seat. God, she was hot.
