Originally, I had no plans of getting back to Jenkintown before Saturday afternoon. It was a long drive and I had a meeting arranged for Friday at 3 PM. Libby was somewhat upset that I was going to miss the Jacob's Halloween party, but she knew how important the deal was to me. We had great sex the night before I left and now I was eager to pick up where we left off last Sunday.
It was just 8 AM Friday morning when my client called and asked if I could move my presentation up to 1 PM. It seemed there was some company function that evening that he had forgotten. I was only too glad to oblige and finished a topnotch effort by 4 PM. It was a four-hour drive back to Jenkintown. I decided to hit the road and try to get back in time to go to the party. I didn't call Libby with my plans because I knew how annoyed she would be if I was late for some reason.
As I drove, I considered my situation. I was doing well in sales for the door accessory company for which I worked. It had always amazed me how something so simple as handles, locks, hinges, and kick plates were so easy to sell. I stumbled into it looking for anything to survive after being a victim of corporate downsizing ten years prior. Looking back, I realized it was one of the very best things that had ever happened to me career-wise.
It had been a difficult time but Libby was steady as a rock, encouraging me when I was ready to give up. Looking back on our 23 years of marriage, I now realize that I could not have done better than when I somehow convinced her to marry me. She was still attractive, even after giving me two kids. She was a tad more voluptuous than when we married, but I sure wasn't complaining about it. I saw how men looked at her and it made me proud. What man wants a woman that other men wouldn't like to bang if they could? Libby was completely faithful; so let them dream.
I got hung up on the interstate behind two overturned rigs. No one was hurt but the highway was shut down for a couple hours while the mess was removed. Now I was looking at a 10 PM arrival. Then I realized I had no costume since I had no plans to attend. I pulled off at a small town and stopped at a drug store. I looked around and realized everything was geared for kids. I had no intention of being some goddamn 'square bob sponge pants' or whatever the hell it was. Then I saw some Ace bandages and had a brainstorm. I bought several of them. Then I went to a Salvation Army store and bought some old clothes. A guy had been burning some old boxes behind the building, and the fire was almost out. I tossed the clothes on the embers and saw them smolder. Then I stomped on them till the fire was out and tossed them in the trunk.
When I finally reached the party it was pushing eleven. I parked in a nearby church parking lot. Then I got out the old shirt and pants and changed into them. They had a bit of an odor, but fit my needs exactly. Then I wrapped my face with the bandage, leaving a slit by my eyes so I could see. I removed my rings and watch and stashed them in the glove box. There was no way anyone could tell it was me. I looked like a cross between the mummy and a burn victim. I headed for the front door.
I bumped into Ed Gibson dressed like a fat Lone Ranger, as I entered. He just nodded and mumbled, "Great costume, buddy!"
That was all the assurance I needed. Ed and I had bowled on the same team for five years and he had no idea who I was. I walked on looking for Libby. I knew she would be pleased that I managed to get there.
It didn't take me long to find her. She was dancing with George 'Pussy Hound' Martin! Suddenly I decided to not let Libby know I was there. It would be interesting to see how she conducted herself when she went someplace without me.
She told me that she was going as Marie Antoinette. Funny how it never occurred to me that the Queen of France wore push-up bras and low gowns that exposed her tits right to her nipples. I must have been sick the day we covered that in history.
That fucker, George, was practically drooling down her cleavage. The thing was; I couldn't really blame him. I wanted to drag her off the floor and rape her, and she was my wife! I had never seen her look so sexy. Her smile always lit up the room and now her headlights were helping. I grabbed a beer and kept an eye on Libby without being too obvious. I even danced with a few women, including Susan Jacobs who kept trying to guess who I was. The fact that Libby told everyone I wouldn't make the party increased my ability to remain incognito.
Libby shared dances with a number of men, but George, aka Robin Hood, never strayed very far from her side. I noticed that he would hand Libby a fresh drink as soon as her glass was empty.
"Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker," I thought to myself. Libby had to know what the bastard had in mind. I made up my mind Libby was not going to play Maid Marian for him as long as I was breathing.
The night got late and there were only around ten people left when I saw George make his move and steer Libby out the back door. He slid the door closed behind him. I knew the house well enough to know the door opened to a deck that extended around to the kitchen door on the side of the house. For a fucking burned mummy, I moved with surprising speed. I quietly opened the door and slipped through it, making not a sound. I closed the door and silently worked my way to the corner of the house and chanced a peek around the corner.
A full moon had risen and I was able to see Libby and George quite clearly. She was leaning over the railing, admiring the night's beauty. He was behind her admiring her tits as he looked over her shoulder. Libby looked incredibly beautiful, I realized. Small wonder George was hoping to get lucky.
He slid his arms around Libby's waist and pulled her tight to him. She lurched a little and I realized the drinks were catching up to her. Emboldened, the weasel slid his hands up and cupped Libby's wonderful globes.
"Please don't do that, George. It has been a good time. Don't ruin it now," she warned as she grabbed his hands and tried to pry them loose.
"You little cock-teaser!" George blurted. "You have all but asked me to fuck you all night. By God, that is what I am going to do!"
It happened so fast; I was as shocked as Libby. He simply pulled her top down and her tits sprang free. Even as my anger flared, I marveled at my wife's beautiful boobs. I would never take them for granted again!
"George! What are you doing?" demanded Libby. "Let me go! I am going back inside right now."
As she spoke, Libby tried to stuff her tits back into her dress but George was having none of it. He grabbed both of Libby's nipples and twisted cruelly. I briefly wondered if he was drunk, crazy, or both. I decided it made no difference. His ass was mine! I started toward them. I was so keyed up I felt like I was hardly moving. In fact, everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Libby cried out and slapped George across the face. He immediately backhanded Libby across her cheek. At this point I closed in, furious beyond anything I had ever felt. I should have gone as the hulk!
I grabbed George by his Forest Green shirt and pulled him away from Libby. I held him with one hand and bitch slapped him repeatedly with the other. He resembled a bobble-head doll as I laid in to him. I made his head jerk back and forth with every swing. I was actually glad when he landed a jab to my mouth.
I tasted blood and suddenly I was cool. I measured him with my left and gave him my right. He staggered but I grabbed him again and gave him another right to the head. He was ready to fall but I held him up, preparing to rip his head off with my next roundhouse.
That was when I felt Libby grab my fist and plead with me not to hit him again. I turned to look at her, wondering if the asshole meant something to her.
"Please, he has had enough! You don't want to go to jail for this," she reasoned. "The fucking piece of shit isn't worth it!"
Those words were like music to my ears. I realized than Libby wasn't trying to protect the prick because she liked him. I let him go and he collapsed hard against the railing. It cracked and almost broke under his weight. That gave me an idea.
