It's Halloween Night, and while my husband, Roy, is out with the kids trick or treating, I'm stuck at home giving out candy to kids. Its only been 10 minutes since they left, and I'm already bored out of my mind. Not only that, this stupid costume he got me is itchy as hell. He picked out some jack-o-lantern costume since he didn't want me wearing the costume I got. Originally, I planned on wearing a slutty witch costume, made up of a short, black dress, high heels, black stockings, and a cute little witch hat. My husband, however, threw a fit and thought I shouldn't be wearing something like that
"You're 45! And married! Wear something more appropriate!" he told me, red in the face.
I only picked it out because I thought it could bring back some life back into our bedroom, but I guess not. It's been about 3 years since we've stopped having sex, and while it didn't really affect me much in the beginning, I've found myself feeling a lot more frustrated lately. I have no idea why he stopped trying, as I know my attractiveness isn't the issue.
My name is Jennifer Carter, and despite being 45, my body still looks good from the hours I spend in the gym. I stand at around 5'1", and I have an hourglass figure which I'm proud of. I have large 36DD breasts, a nice, round ass, and shapely, thick thighs. I have tanned skin from my love of swimming and gardening, and I have long blonde hair.
After itching and sweating in the costume my husband picked out, I decide, screw it, and go to put on my costume. I practically rip the pumpkin costume off of me after struggling with the zipper for what feels like hours. Finally, once I get it off, I throw it onto the bed in triumph. I then pull the witch costume out of the closet and slide into it. After putting the witch hat on, I happily walk back to the door and wait patiently for more trick or treaters.
Some more kids come by and I happily give them candy. While waiting for the next person to come by, the the doorbell rings once again, and I open the door to see the neighbor boy James standing there.
James was the son of one my neighbors, and I couldn't help but notice that he's a rather attractive young man. He's 19 and stands at around 6'1", towering over me. He has a deep, sexy voice that's so nice that he could read a phone book and I would probably get turned on by it. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and his body is lean and toned, which I can't help but look at when he takes his shirt off while doing yard work. He has broad shoulders, rippling abs, and a toned back that any girl would be lucky to be able to dig her nails into.
I think he's supposed to be a construction worker, as the yellow hard hat is the only thing that's actually a costume, as he's shirtless and has on a pair of low hanging jeans. Not that I mind or anything. For whatever reason though, he's not holding a bag. I wonder where all his candy is?
"Oh, hey James!" I say, smiling at him while sneaking some not so sneaky glances at his chiseled body.
"Hi Mrs. Carter!" he says smiling back at me.
I see him look me up and down, which flatters me.
"I like your costume." he says, grinning and raising an eyebrow.
James and I have always flirted with each other a little bit, but never really did anything too serious.
"Thank you! I like yours a lot too." I reply.
He's still looking me up and down, and I'm glad this costume is actually getting me some attention. My husband will probably freak out when he comes home though. It'll be annoying, but he'll just have to get over it. James and I keep chatting away, before I remember what he came here for.
"Oh! Almost forgot to give you your candy!" I say, reaching into the bowl while still looking at James.
My hand reaches and grabs around in the bowl, searching for some candy, but there's none. I look over at it, and see that it's completely empty.
"Well, I'm sorry but it seems like there's no more candy. Guess my husband didn't get enough!" I tell him while laughing.
James laughs too and says "Well, seeing you in that costume is a treat in itself, so I don't mind at all."
"Aren't you a sweet one?" I joke. "You know what? Why don't you keep me some company? I've been bored so far tonight, so I'd really appreciate it." I ask him.
"I'd love to!" he says. "What all did you have in mind?" he asks me.
"Oh you know, just watch movies and talk. Normal stuff. We can turn the lights off so kids don't keep ringing the doorbell." I tell him.
I step aside and open the door more for him. As he steps in, I pass a glance at his muscular body, and bite my lower lip. I close the door behind him and lock it and turn off the hallway light.
"Follow me to the living room." I say as I begin to walk towards it. I make sure my hips swivel more than usual, and I can practically feel his eyes staring at my ass and legs.
Once we get there, I quickly close the blinds and turn off the light. I scramble for the remote and turn on the TV, the dim light illuminating the room enough so that we can see easily, but not enough so that people outside can see.
"There. Now we shouldn't be getting bugged." say, sitting on the couch.
James sits next to me, almost touching me. I begin to flip through the channels, trying to find a good movie, before settling on a horror movie.
"I'll have to warn you, scary movies scare the shit out of me." I jokingly say.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm here then. Feel free to grab onto my arm if you get too scared." he says back, smiling.
As the movie plays, we talk and joke around.
"So, why aren't you out at some party right now?" I ask. "Wouldn't you have more fun with some pretty girl fawning over you instead of watching movies with some old lady?" I teasingly ask him.
"I got invited to a couple, but I didn't wanna go to any of them. Besides, this is more fun." he tells me.
"So you have more fun watching a movie with a woman more than twice your age than flirting with some pretty girl who's your age?" I tease.
"Selling yourself short, huh?" he jokes. "Don't act like you don't know that think you're sexy as hell." he tells me.
Suddenly, a jump scare happens, and I instinctively wrap around his hard arm.
"And what makes you think I know that?" I shoot back, grinning.
"Because you wouldn't be wearing a slutty witch costume if you didn't know." he says, smiling and looking right at me.
I feel his warm hand grip my leg, but I don't even say or do anything to get him to move it.
"Well, maybe you have a point." I say, pretending to feign ignorance.
"It's just like how I wore this as a costume. You really think I'd be walking around without a shirt on if I knew I wasn't attractive?" he states.
"Well, you're right about that." I tell him, looking at his defined chest and abs.
I feel his hand move up my thigh some more, and my legs spread apart by themselves. I can feel myself start to get wet, and I definitely wouldn't mind if that hand went up en further.
"I could tell you liked it. You were gawking at me the moment you opened the door. I almost didn't notice with how much I was looking at your body though." he says, his deep voice giving me goosebumps.
