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This one is for the
Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
. As always, your votes and comments are very much appreciated.
Hope you all have a Happy Halloween!
I had heard that George had a beautiful wife, but I'd been misled. She wasn't beautiful, she was absolutely stunning.
And tonight, I could hardly believe that sexy little witch was going to be all mine.
I was at the door greeting my elaborately outfitted guests at my annual Halloween party, and I noticed when George dropped her off out in front, when he'd tried to kiss her goodbye, she turned her face and wouldn't let him touch her.
Not that I could blame her. Since he had promised me a night with his wife to cancel his debt.
To be honest, I only agreed to it because I thought it would teach him a lesson about borrowing money that he knew he could never pay back.
Now that I'd seen his wife, I realized she was worth every penny. And any misgivings I might have had seemed to vanish.
Though I knew I had to tread carefully if I wanted to enjoy a nice evening with her,
before
I took her to bed.
After helping myself to a couple of glasses of Champagne from one of the passing servers, I wound my way through the crowd of costumed guests so I could meet her.
I was instantly struck by her incredible blue eyes. And up-close she was even prettier than I first thought.
"Can I interest you in a glass of Champagne?" I whispered against her ear.
When she flashed me a pretty smile and said, "Thanks," I wondered what was wrong with George, that he'd use someone so sweet to pay his debt. And I knew if she were mine, I'd never let anyone near her.
I noticed she was glancing around, looking a little anxious. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face when I asked, "Are you looking for someone?"
She nodded and looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight."
"What's their name? Maybe I know them."
"I don't know his name. But I was told he'd be dressed like a Victorian gentleman. Most people are in costumes, but I notice a lot of men are wearing suits here tonight, so I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to know it's him."
George didn't want us using names. He'd said, "One night only, and no names."
If things went well, I guess he didn't want me looking up his wife.
Since I was dressed in a fitted black Gothic style tailcoat and matching vest, with a white frilly-necked shirt, off white britches and knee-high boots, she looked me up and down for a moment, before she smirked and said, "Actually, your costume looks like it could be Victorian."
I smiled. "It is."
Her eyes went big and she lowered her voice, leaned in and whispered, "So, are you the one I'm supposed to meet?"
I shrugged. "Perhaps."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm already nervous, and I'm not in the mood to play games."
I flashed her a naughty smile. "And I was hoping you would be."
I was glad that made her laugh, when she asked, "So, do you know who I am?"
I nodded, and I looked her over in her costume. Her pale, perky breasts nearly overflowing her body-hugging corset, with a gauzy floor-length ruffled skirt at the back, and stiletto heels, had her looking like the sexiest witch I'd ever seen.
Her hair was such a pale blonde, it was a perfect foil to her stark black costume.
Now she had me wondering how long we had to chat before I could lead her upstairs to my private suite.
I thought it was strange that I could already feel things starting to stir, considering I'd lost all interest in sex and hadn't been with anyone in almost two years.
Of course, getting dumped by the woman I had planned to marry on my birthday, no less, would dampen any man's ardour.
But now, I could hardly wait to get her alone, so I could peel her out of her sexy costume, and we could enjoy each other until morning.
When sadly, our time together would be up. And she would be returning home to her ridiculous excuse for a husband.
I could feel myself growing hard, just from eyeing her luscious breasts. And I knew I couldn't wait around too long making small talk, in case the damn thing gave up and decided to go down.
Just the thought of sliding into her shapely little body, was getting me harder than I'd been in years.
Looking for an excuse to touch her, I nodded at the dancefloor. "Would you care to dance?"
At least it would give me an excuse to hold her, because right now I really needed to feel her body pressed against mine, even if we were fully clothed.
As we danced, chest to chest to a sultry version of "
I've Got a Spell on You
," I noticed she seemed a little tense. Trying to calm her, I smoothed my hand down her back, and whispered in her ear, "I hope you're not nervous."
She gave me a cautious smile. "Should I be?"
"No." I shook my head. "I promise it'll be fun for both of us."
Biting into her lip, she eyed me as she confessed, "I've never done anything like this before."
"Neither have I."