"Don't forget to pick up your costume at lunchtime, honey." My wife reminded me as I left for work on Saturday morning.
How could I forget. Judy - my wife of thirteen years - had been looking forward to the party for weeks and had talked about little else.
"Sure, baby. I won't forget, but you know that I got a shit-load of work today, don't you? I won't be able to get to the party until at least 10 pm."
Judy kissed me and waved as I left for the day. Work beckoned and I knew that the sooner I got there, the sooner I'd get everything done.
I was so deeply engrossed in work that morning, I hardly noticed the time. Judy had warned me to get to the shop to pick up my costume by 1 pm as they closed early on a Saturday. I looked up at the clock and almost leapt out of my skin: 12:40 pm! Twenty minutes to get half way across town, shit!
Running out of the office at full speed I searched frantically for a cab. By some miracle a car was just dropping someone off at the building next door and so without delay I jumped into the back seat before the driver could say anything about going off for lunch or something! Traffic was, as usual, bad but we still made the store with five minutes to spare. I wasn't prepared, however, for more problems inside.
"I'm sorry, sir. The costume that you ordered has had to sent away for repairs. The last customer that rented it didn't look after it very well, I'm afraid."
"But I've got to have the Robin Hood costume, it goes with my wife's Maid Marion! Don't you have another the same?" I pleaded
"I'm sorry sir, perhaps you would care to choose another costume?"
I had no choice. Judy would be mad as hell, but what could I do? It was way too late to try another store and anyway, I was due back at work in thirty minutes. With a deep sigh I started perusing the very limited selection of highly coloured costumes hoping to find something suitable. There was so little left, it seemed that just about everybody must be going to a fancy-dress party on the same night!
"What about Dick Turpin?" the assistant said trying to be helpful and holding up a costume complete with full face mask. "He's very popular."
I looked at the costume. It certainly wasn't Robin Hood, but I had to admit the large plumed hat, the leather tunic and the shiny buckled shoes that the highwayman was supposed to have worn looked rather good. And then there was the mask. As I looked at the mask, a wicked idea began to form in my head.
My work that afternoon virtually flew past. It was just one of those extremely rare times where just about everything seemed to go the way it was supposed to! Miraculously, my computer didn't crash, my boss didn't keep interrupting me and my young assistant, Mandy actually got on with some work rather than just reading a magazine or filing her already perfect nails. It was a rare afternoon indeed! So rare, in fact, that by 6.30 pm I had completely finished and was ready to go. I looked at the clock and thought. By leaving now I would still not be home before 7 pm and Judy would have already left for the party, the best thing to do would be to go straight there myself and surprise her. Perhaps my early appearance would make up for my lack of Robin Hood!
Not wishing to leave my office looking like a complete jerk, I took my costume with me and changed in the cab on the way down town. I got a few nice comments from the female cabbie about how sexy my costume looked and she went away more than happy with a twenty tip. I could hear the party in full swing as I neared the open front door so I placed the mask over my face and entered the house.
In the main lounge the noise of the music was loud and the atmosphere hot. Revellers with bright, colourful costumes danced to the heavy beat of the music and I could see few people that I knew. I looked around for my wife but couldn't find her quickly. It occurred to me that, even if she did see me, dressed as I was in a different costume and with my face completely covered, she would have no way of recognising me anyway. If ever there was a perfect time to flirt with other women, it was now!
Grabbing a scotch and coke from the well stocked bar, I surveyed the scene. The room just seemed to be a mass of beautiful, sexy women and, if I wasn't much mistaken, I was getting some close visual attention from a leggy blonde dressed up as Nell Gwyn. I returned her smile and casually wandered over. After a few minutes of chatting, I discovered that the blonde's name was Anne and that she was there alone. We danced to a few slow numbers and I held her close, delighting in the way her large breasts swelled up in the tight fitting corset-style dress she wore. Being a little daring, I let my hands wander down to her butt and squeezed the pert orbs of flesh through the dress. I waited for her reaction. I half expected to get a slap in the face for my forwardness, but when her face snuggled into my neck and she pulled me a little closer, I knew that she wanted me. But even I wasn't prepared for her next comment.
"I really want to have sex with you, Mike, will you take me upstairs now? Please?"
