If I were a smoker, I'd be smoking a heater. Then again, I'm sporting such a huge smile, that I'd really have trouble holding a cigarette in my lips. I'll settle for the memories of being in bed with my naked wife, a sore penis from a massive workout and the opportunity of having sex with an old girlfriend. Well, Sort of. Let me explain.
My friend Brad talked me, and my wife Renee, into going to a Halloween Party. He went last year and raved about how much fun he had. You have to pay a $25.00 cover charge unless you wear a costume, so we decided to go in costume.
Renee would not tell me what she was going to wear. I decided to go as pirate. I did a pretty good job, and practiced my "Rrrrrrrrrrr's" in a mirror while wearing an eye-patch. I was ready for a good time. Brad showed up as a 20's gangster. I knew we wouldn't win any contests, but we were going to have fun.
Just as Brad was asking about Renee, she announced her arrival. "Here I am boys," she said as she walked around the corner. My tall blonde Nordic wife was now dressed in a long black wig, tight white sheer sleeveless shirt with a black bra, short black leather mini-skirt, dark nylons with big "hooker shoes."
Brad and I looked at each other, speechless. She was the spitting image of my old girlfriend Marcia. My wife HATES Marcia! I could never image any similarity between the two until just now. Marcia was a true party girl who loved to have fun. Renee has heard all the stories. She always grimaced whenever the old stories surfaced.
"Remember me boys? My name is Marcia, and I want to party!"
She walked to the kitchen with a sexy bump to her walk, swinging her hips much more than usual. Brad and I just stared at each other. Let me describe my wife. She's thin and tall, 5' – 9," has short blonde hair, firm round breasts, and a delicious ass. She's very hot looking, but also extremely shy. She never wears anything sexy out in public. She wears sexy stuff when we're alone, but never have I seen her dressed like this, and ready to go out.
"I think I need a few more drinks." She said in a sultry voice. I made a pitcher of Margarita's faster and stronger than normal. I was anxious to see how far she was willing to go with this scenario.
Marcia was a woman that I had dated for quite a while before I met Renee. She was gorgeous and very fun. She was what Letterman always referred to as a "Leggy Supermodel." She actually had modeled some stuff in her life. One of my buddies found some old lingerie pictures of her in some mail order catalog. It became a favorite of my buddies.
She was always the wild girl to flash her tits when we were out, seldom wore a bra, and most likely, had an affair or two while we dated.
Anyhow, back to Halloween and my wife. Renee, or should I say "Marcia," downed one drink and poured another. I noticed that Brad was keeping a close eye on her chest. The sleeveless shirt she was wearing was very sheer. You could easily see her black bra, which was pretty sheer too. You could easily see the outline of her nipples.
"Renee, How'd you come up the THAT idea"? I asked.
She looked at me, and said, "Renee who? My name is Marcia."
"Ok then," was all I could say. Brad smiled, and said, "I'll be the judge of that, I partied with Marcia, I'll let you know if you're Marcia or not."
"That sounds like a dare!" She snapped back. "Ya, I guess you'll see."
We got to the hotel bar, and it was hopping. Most everyone was dressed up in the usual costumes; the accident victim, Cinderella, guys dressed like women, Dracula, French Maids etc. People were assuming that Renee was a dressed as a hooker, we were the only ones who knew the inside story.
I was picking up on several danger signals. Renee, I mean Marcia was drinking more than usual, she kept commenting on who much she loved the music, and was getting more and more into her new personality. I didn't know if it was the festive spirit of Halloween, the drinks, pretending to be someone else, or perhaps some pent up jealousy of all the "Marcia" stories that surface when the guys get together. I quit trying to analyze the situation, and decided to go with the flow and watch the "show."
The DJ was whipping the crowd into a great party mood. I could see that "Marcia" was very fond of him. He finally announced the first of several contests. He asked for female volunteers and "Marcia" was one of the first on the stage. About ten women were up there waiting to see what the contest was about. He had one of them reach into a bag and pulled out a piece of paper. He smiled, as if he knew what was coming.
"This is a timed event. It involves a bit of acting. You must recreate a scene from the movie "Flash Dance." The scene with where Jennifer Beals takes off her bra at the restraunt without removing her shirt!" One girl left the stage shaking her head "no," and another announced that she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled the front of her French Maids costume to the DJ and let him look. Of course, he played it up to the fullest, and the crowd was giving catcalls and whistling. He disqualified her, unless she could get one from the audience. No one offered, so it was back to the show. He asked them to introduce themselves and what they do for a living. When he got to Renee she introduced herself as "Marcia." He asked her if she was a "hooker." She shook her head no, pointed to me, and announced, "I'm his old girlfriend." It was all that the crowd needed. It was as if everyone suddenly understood.
And what does his old girlfriend do?
