NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 or older and consenting.
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John pulled up in front of the Southwest terminal and got out of the car to help his wife with her luggage. "Remember to stop at the store on the way home and pick up a couple of bags of candy," she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Thursday is Halloween and you don't want to be THAT house."
He watched her ass wiggle as she dragged her roller bag into the terminal and disappeared from view. Even at 60, she still could rock her lululemons, which clung to her ass like a thin coat of paint. John rubbed the damp spot on his cheek where she left her kiss good-bye and sighed.
Throughout their almost 30 year marriage, they often took trips without the other. John would travel with his friends from college to an away game to see their alma mater play, and Lily would go on her yoga retreats.
Up until a few years ago, they would tear up the sheets on the eve of these trips, making sure the other would leave sexually satisfied, with a reminder of what would be waiting for them upon their return. Then menopause hit, and with it, Lily slipped into a depression.
John was a supportive and dutiful husband. He took on more of the daily household responsibilities and tried to give Lily the space she needed to get better. While the medication and therapy seemed to be helping, their physical relationship continued to suffer.
Lily was only two years older than John, but to him, it felt like twenty. While he wasn't as fit and trim as he had been when they met, his sexual appetite remained unchanged. He loved his wife and appreciated how she kept her figure over the years. Now that they were empty-nesters, he had hoped to rekindle their love life, but instead, he felt like an art critic trapped in a museum, where he was allowed only to look, but not to touch.
The menopause brought on a chronic case of vaginal dryness, and the prescription creams and lotions contained hormones that conflicted with her antidepressants. Even before the official diagnosis, Lily refused John's amorous advances so frequently that he just stopped asking. Lily agreed to anal a few times, which was heavenly for John, ever an ass-man. However, he knew Lily was just doing it to placate his sexual desires, and really wasn't enjoying it as she had in their college days.
In fact, he couldn't remember Lily truly enjoying much since the diagnosis.
John's attention was drawn to the glimmering earrings of a young woman in a tight college tee shirt leaving the terminal. He watched the synchronized sway of her jean shorts as she pulled her suitcase behind like a hungry lion watches a young gazelle that has been separated from the herd. He quickly shifted his gaze to something else when her boyfriend ran up to greet her, lifting her effortlessly and spinning her around while kissing her.
Yeah, they're going to fuck all night long, he thought to himself, which only made him sadder. Almost two years without sex had been increasingly providing motive, and a week with the house to himself offered an unbelievable opportunity. He genuinely didn't want to be with anyone but his wife, he only wanted her to want him again.
He laughed at himself as he adjusted the stiffy provided by the lurid thoughts of the young couple and got back into his car. He knew damned well that nothing was going to happen over the next seven days, except him catching up on the new posts at his favorite erotic story site, and jerking off without having to hide in the bathroom.
John roamed the aisles of the grocery store, picking up his favorite junk food and food for the week. He made sure to grab the Halloween candy first, getting the full-sized candy bars rather than the variety pack of minis. Most of the kids in the neighborhood were his daughter's age, which meant they were away at college, like Annie. There were a few families with younger kids that had recently moved in, but they rarely got more than a dozen or so trick-or-treaters down at their end of the street.
As he pushed his cart through the store, John played his favorite game of Is She Worth It? Every woman he passed, from 16 to 60, would be evaluated as to his odds of getting her in bed, and if she would be worthy of risking his near 30-year marriage. Tall or short, skinny or heavy, large-breasted or flat, every woman got to be a contestant, with the quality of their asses generally being the deciding factor.
There were a lot of NOs, a handful of MAYBEs and a couple that were stored in the memory banks for the jerk-off session planned later that night. But as always, there were no HELL-YESs. Ever the loyalist, John would play this game, but never gave serious consideration to cheating on Lily. He knew he'd be devastated if she ever did that to him, and as long as he had his right hand and an internet connection, he knew he could at least satisfy himself. John did not consider the young women with whom he chatted and role-played online to be cheating on Lily. On the contrary, he justified those relationships as the very thing that was keeping him from stepping out on his marriage.
The final aisle on his serpentine trip through the grocery store was always the cooler aisle. Milk, eggs, juice, and beer. The Halloween edition Miller Genuine Draft cans caught his eye and reminded him of when he and Lily first moved into the neighborhood. Annie was about to start first grade and the house was in the best school district in the State. He remembered a few of the older neighbors handing out beers to him and Lily to welcome them, as they filled Annie's plastic pumpkin with candy. I guess I'm the older neighbor now, he thought to himself, as he lifted the case of beer into his cart.
When Thursday rolled around, John left the office early to be home for the trick-or-treaters. He knew the younger kids usually come around right after dinner, and a few of the younger moms were strong candidates for Is She Worth It?
He ripped open the packages of full-sized Milky Ways and Snickers and threw them in the decorative Halloween bowl. He thought he may have over-bought, but figured he could give away anything that was left to the older kids that usually come around 8 PM. He pulled the large cooler out of the garage and dumped the beer into it, covering it with a bag of ice. He set the candy bowl on a TV tray inside the front door of his house, and the cooler right next to it.
John went upstairs to change out of his work clothes. He remembered the costume he wore to the last Halloween party he and Lily went to about 5 years prior and dug it out of the closet. It was basically his red long-john set, that he used to wear for hunting and a clip-on set of red devil horns. John pulled on the costume, which was a bit snugger than he remembered. He used Lily's eyeliner pencil to draw on a devilish goatee and grabbed the red trident.
Just as he bit into the first piece of takeout pizza, the doorbell rang. It was James and Emily from next door with their daughter Lori Beth, who was dressed as Elsa from Frozen. Both James and Emily gladly accepted a beer and John joined them as he dropped three candy bars in Elsa's pumpkin. John was happy that they stuck around and chatted for a while because Emily's ass definitely put her in the DISTINCT POSSIBILITY category for Is She Worth It.
When he turned to go back to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror in the foyer and noticed that his semi-hard cock was fairly evident in the tight thermal bottoms. As he was contemplating running upstairs and changing into his jeans, the doorbell rang again.
"Trick or Treat" called out the two small superheroes.
