Description: Little Red Riding Hood rides her Big Bad Wolf.
Hi, my name's Samantha, but everybody just calls me Sam. I've been married for a number of years to Steven. We have a great marriage, and I love him to death. He's my best friend, and I tell him just about everything, but this is one story that I have not shared with him.
We live in a wonderful neighborhood where all the families seem to get along great. It's a large community (over a thousand homes), but we have regular block parties where quite a few people show up. However, the biggest neighborhood event of the year is always the costume party that the HOA puts on at the clubhouse on the Saturday before Halloween. Everybody donates twenty dollars to a pot that is split for the best costumes of the evening. The pot is usually quite large, so everybody puts a lot of effort into their costumes. Being adult only, the biggest prize tends to go to the sexiest costume.
A couple of years ago, my husband and I went as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. I made my costume from a red silk robe that I had hemmed up to just above mid-thigh and turned the extra fabric into a hood. Under the cape, I wore red lace panties, a matching bra, and white stocking. The cape was tied up in the front, so I didn't look too trashy, just some lace and cleavage was showing with the gap in the cape going down to just above my navel.
My husband had found a great wolf costume online. The tight pants were sort of like furry chaps, along with a furry top that made him look very muscular (mmm) and a scary wolf mask. The costume also came with "paw" gloves. He normally wears looser clothing, so I enjoyed seeing him in the tight outfit showing off his already muscular body. As we were getting ready, I found that my eyes kept drifting down to his bulge, which his pants seemed to emphasize (I kept having to fight the urge to touch it). Once he was fully in costume, he started talking in a deep voice, which I called his sexy wolf voice.
Before we left for the party, I began to have second thoughts about my costume. Could I go to a neighborhood party in my underwear? My husband reassured me, "You wore a lot less at the community pool just a couple months ago. Besides, at last years party, there were definitely women dressed in more revealing outfits than what you are wearing now." I relented, but I was still a bit apprehensive.
Once we got to the party, I nervously kept my arms crossed in front of me, trying to keep the cape from exposing more than I was comfortable showing. But as I noticed other couples in sexy costumes, and perhaps a couple of glasses of liquid encouragement, I started to feel more relaxed and started chatting with our friends and neighbors instead of hiding in the corner of the main banquet room.
As we mingled, we both got plenty of admiring comments. I was especially enjoying the not-too-subtle looks I was getting from some of the men in the room. I would never have done it sober, but a couple of times I found some pretense to bend over in front of a particularly sexy firefighter that kept looking at me, letting my cape fall open and giving him a good look down the front. Knowing that he had a view of the top of my breasts as they hung down in my cape pleased me. I enjoyed having his attention as I wandered about the room, talking to different people, pretending to be oblivious to it.
Steven was getting admiring glances as well, not too mention some playful wolf whistles from a few of the ladies. I'm pretty sure I saw a couple of them "accidentally" brush up against his bulge as they walked by in the crowded room. Steven acted as nothing had happened, but each time I would swear I saw his pants tighten a little bit. I would have thought I would be upset seeing other women touching my man, but it just turned me on. It helped that I knew he was my man, and I wasn't worried about him straying.
We had been there a couple of hours, and I was feeling plenty fine from all the booze I had been drinking. There were quite a few couples dirty dancing, my husband and I being one of them. My juices were really flowing by this time. I could tell by the growing bulge in Steven's pants that he and I were going to have fun when we got home that night (did I mention I was having a hard time not looking at it).
Just as things were getting a bit more heated than was appropriate in public, my friend Carol found me, and we started chatting. She was wearing a fairy costume which was much more revealing than what I was wearing. It was a one-piece, see-through bodysuit with some carefully placed flower patterns, lots of glitter, a set of fairy wings, a wand, and tiara. I hadn't seen Carol like this before and was quite distracted by her ample cleavage. She was probably a decade or more older than us, but she still looked good, and she flaunted it mercilessly tonight. I noticed that Steven was enjoying her costume as well, though I had to give him some credit for trying to be tactful, especially since I was having difficulty not looking myself (and I'm not even into that kind of thing).
Steven said that he was going to go chat with some of the guys and that I should stay and talk to Carol. I was disappointed that he was leaving just as things had started heating up but realized that we were probably making fools of ourselves on the dance floor. He did his best to cover his obvious erection and went to sit down near where some of his friends were. I suppose we both needed to cool off a bit before things got out of hand.
Carol got us a couple of drinks, and said, "You and Steven looked so hot out there on the dance floor. I can't blame you for going after his good in those tight pants of his. You guys made this old gal horny as hell out there."
I nearly choked on my drink and my face flushed with shame. Apparently, we weren't as discrete as I thought we were with our touching. I suppose that reaching into his pants and giving him a hand job might have been going too far, but he had done the same for me, which was one of the reasons why I was so damn horny.
I quickly changed the subject, "I like your costume, looks like you put a lot of work into it." My eyes glanced down her body as I said this.
"Hey, eyes up here," Carol said.
My ears were now burning with embarrassment, and I was feeling flustered, unsure of what to say. I can't believe I just looked at her boobs.
