Jennifer sighed as she got out of silver Grand Prix.
Worst. Business trip. Ever.
For the past three days, Jennifer had gone to an important business meeting five hundred miles south of her city only to get a flat tire, have her cell phone die, and have to wait for a "pleasant" fifty year old pull over to "help her out" on her way back home. "I don't use Viagra," he winked as he changed her tire for her. Jennifer tried to hide her disgust, knowing that after a while, she'd return to her house, and her husband. Eventually, the middle aged man finished his job, and she could return to her car instead of feel the nippy autumn weather against her petite frame.
She trudged her way into the house from the garage, her heels making her feet throb in agony.
"Daaaavid!" She moaned, "I'm home!" She kicked her black heels off in the middle of a hallway and limped into the living room and immediately her eyes lit up.
The room was absolutely incredible. A giant, black garbage bag spider hung from the ceiling, its enormous legs and body hanging down menacingly. The four corners of the room were each occupied by a skeleton, not the usual kind with bright white bones, but were colored brown and had cotton cobwebs hanging from them with itty bitty plastic spiders peeking through. In fact, the web and little creatures started at the four corners, heavily coating the skeletons, and ran up the walls to the giant spider's legs. A glowing jack-o-lantern in the center of the coffee table had glowing triangle eyes and a maniacal jagged grin. Black candles lined the book shelves and mantle, unlit, however.
"What do you think?" A voice behind her asked. "I know how much you adore Halloween."
She spun around to her husband descending the stairs. David was a tall man at six foot three inches, about a foot taller than she was. She frequently swooned over his broad shoulders and strong back, not to mention his chestnut hair and dark brown eyes.
My tall, dark and handsome.
"I love it!" Jennifer hobbled over to him, embracing him with a bear hug as soon as he reached the bottom step. She looked up, placing her chin against his chest. "When did you have time to do all this? I thought we were going to both be out of town at the same time."
The two were both working for separate successful businesses that involved traveling at least once a month. A bit tiresome, but the pay was outstanding.
He held her, stroking her dark red hair. "Plans changed. The office called me when I was supposed to leave a few hours after you. I have to leave tonight and won't be back until Wednesday." He saw her frown. "I know, I know ... Halloween is tomorrow night. I didn't want to miss it either."
The two enjoyed the holiday immensely, but Jennifer more so. Ever since she was a child, the special evening was always one to remember. The horror movies and costumes and spooky treats ... Halloween was a night of shock, delight and magic. David loved sharing the ghoulish night with her, whether it was a night of partying, or staying at home to hand out candies and watch movies.
"I don't want you to go!" She pouted, crestfallen. "Although, that can't be helped."
"Bad trip?" Her husband queried. Jennifer made an agreeing "Mmmhm" as David glanced down past her curvy figure all the way to her toes, feeling his body react to the sight. "Your feet are puffy. Someone needs a massage."
The red head broke out in a smile when she felt his bulge against her tummy. "Yes, I do. I hate sore feet. They make me so moody."
"Let's go to our room and I'll show you a little surprise and treat you right." He winked at her. Effortlessly, David swooped her up in his arms, and she broke out in giggles.
"I bet I know what the surprise is." Playfully, Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest.
"Now, now, if you already knew I would have never chosen this gift for you." Taking the steps slowly, he glanced down at her bright blue eyes, and definitely the cleavage popping out of the low cut shirt under her blazer. "Close your eyes." She did as told, a grin on her face.
When they reached the bedroom, he whispered, "You can look." Opening her eyes, she gasped. Their old bed was gone, now replaced with a gorgeous oak four poster bed, larger than a king size and with a beautiful burgundy canopy gracefully draped over head that looked as if it could completely engulf the bed. Each post was as thick as tree trunks, and had jaw dropping craftsmanship. The headboard was even more eye catching, with two lovers in an amorous pose, carved into the fine wood. On the bed, brand new sheets and pillow cases which matched the canopy were mighty inviting.
"David! This bed ... this is so ... I don't even have the words! It's ... I mean, it's ..." Jennifer excitedly rushed out.
He chuckled, and placed her on the floor, pulling her into his arms. "Well, since we needed a new bed, I figured I should go for this." She beamed up at him and rose on her tip toes to place a long, yet chaste kiss on his lips. He continued: "I didn't just get this bed because we needed a new one. I could have gotten any bed for that. This bed, you see, is special, and has a story behind it you might like to hear."
"Oh really?" She took him by his hand, and pulled him towards the bed. As soon as her nice ass touched the sheets she ran her hands over them. Silk. Just as she thought. Jennifer saw her husband on his knees and she lifted her butt up. He reached under her skirt, first letting his hands go all the way up her shins, over her thighs and under her rear until he finally got to the waistband of her panty hose. She sighed as he pulled them slowly down, looking her in the eye, giving her pleasant tingles all over, none as incredible as the ones between her legs, however. Once the hosiery was finally off, he grabbed some soothing peppermint foot lotion from the nightstand and placed a dollop in his palms.
"You see, this bed once belonged to the lover Casanova." Taking a dainty foot in his rough yet smooth hands, he massaged the heel, watching her sensitive skin respond with a rose flush all the way up to her thighs.
Her head tilted to the side, her eyes dreamy. "Seriously?" David had connections in the business he was in. He could get his hands on sold out sporting event tickets, VIP suites, and apparently, priceless antiques.
The brunet nodded, moving his way up to the arch, making his wife sigh. "Yes. He got rid of it one November first, as the story goes. He became involved with the daughter of a witch. Needless to say, with Casanova's record for women, that daughter was eventually abandoned by the lover. For revenge of taking her daughter's virginity and breaking her heart, the witch placed a curse on his bed. A curse that would give him a taste of his own medicine, so to speak."
Jennifer blinked dozily, especially after the ball of her foot was being attended to. "She made the bed have sex with him?"
He smiled and gave a curt nod.
His wife burst out laughing. "A curse, hmm? Oooh, and get my toes, please."
"Of course. I wouldn't forget them." David kept sharing the tale as he caressed every toe: "The curse supposedly placed incubi and succubae inside the frame, causing them to awaken the night when the veil between physical and spiritual worlds thinned."
"All Hallows Eve."
"Exactly. Even though the bed treated him with the same pleasures women treated him to and the pleasures he returned as part of the curse, the bed was still filled with demonic entities. For that night he was also haunted, and got some anal rape and was mauled all over his body. Doors would open, not just one at a time, but all at once and slam shut. The windows would shake. Things would move around his house and be found in pieces.
"The morning after he ordered this bed to be sent out and destroyed. Told the workers to burn it to ashes. They doused the frame in alcohol and allowed a fire to grow bright and held a torch up to the oak – and the flame went out. Tried to give it the old axe, and the head would fall off. Superstitious, the workers stopped trying to destroy the bed. In fact, they cleaned it up, and sold it to a politician. Since then, some people believe that this bed frame has been passed around maybe ten times since Casanova first fell victim to the curse." David finished, moving on to the next foot and repeated the procedure.
Jennifer was now no longer dreamy-eyed, but completely alert. "That would mean this bed is still ..."
