“Do the neighbors have any plans for Halloween, dear?” Greg picked up the morning paper from the table. He liked to read it from the back to the front, while he sipped his morning coffee, black.
“I haven’t heard anything,” Ginny rummaged through the kitchen cupboards looking for her favorite coffee mug. She liked to drink her coffee, two scoops sugar one tablespoon dry milk, from her college art project. It reminded her of the times when she felt free, and had no worries. She finally found it, and traced the painted on kitty with her thumb. These kinds of things felt good.
“Is your office having a party?” Ginny poured her coffee, missed, and cleaned it up with the sleeve of her off-white bathrobe.
“Actually, the boss and his wife snuck an invite on my desk during lunch,” Greg stopped to ponder a comic he didn’t understand. It had to do with a play on war and volunteering; two subjects he tried to avoid at his wife’s dinner parties.
“It looks like some sort of mask ball,” he continued.
“You mean a masquerade ball, Dear?” Ginny sat her small rear end down on the wicker chair. She spread a knife full of low fat butter across a piece of whole wheat toast, and nibbled on the crust.
“I suppose so,”
“Sounds like a hassle,”
“What about your witches hat?”
“What about it?”
“You said something about my witches hat?”
“You should wear it,”
That evening, Ginny sat on the white valor couch, waiting for her husband to come home. She had tried various hobbies in the last few years to take up the time. She tried sewing, book club, even gardening. When none of those kept her attention, she briefly tried wine, until she woke up one rainy morning in the neighbor’s garden.
She paced around the living room, trying to think of things to pass the time. As she walked past the kitchen table, the Halloween invite caught her eye. She eyed the sleek silver lettering against the ebony paper. It looked posh, and interesting. She decided opening it wouldn’t hurt.
Masquerade Ball Midnight ’til ? Bring A Plus 1
The lack of proper information, left Ginny confused and slightly angry. Where was it? What time did it end? And was she her husband’s ‘plus 1? ? She set the invite back down on the table, and walked away. She tried to convince herself it meant nothing.
An hour later, Greg walked through the door.
“I brought Chinese,” he shouted as he set his briefcase down on the kitchen floor, and hung up his hat and coat.
“Don’t shout like that, Greg. The neighbor’s will here,” Ginny handed her husband his usual glass of scotch on the rocks. Her fingers brushed his, and she remembered how excited he used to make her when they first met in college.
“It was a rough day, Hun,” Greg unzipped his pants, and let his growing gut fall over his designer suit pants.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that. What if the Patersons drop by?” Ginny scrunched up her face, and closed her powder pink cardigan tighter across her small frame.
“Have you given any thought to the mask ball?” Greg plopped down on the couch, and took a big sip of his booze. He was perspiring, and Ginny noticed for the first time he was balding.
“I think we should go,” she spat out quickly. She hoped her husband couldn’t tell how much it was actually troubling her. What if he went to the party by himself? What if he found another woman attractive?
“Okay, Dear. Find me something to wear,” he put a foot up on the glass coffee table. Ginny cringed.
“I’m going to bed,” she shuffled her raggitty slippers up the carpeted steps, and into the master bedroom. The were two extra rooms upstairs. One was a guestroom for all of the friends that were supposed to visit, and one was for the assumed baby all newlyweds were to have. Both rooms made her sick. She layed down on the water bed, and started at the ceiling. She thought of her vibrator she hid in her underwear drawer. She thought of how the batteries hadn’t been changed since her first year at Harvard. And she thought of how that was the last time she had a decent orgasm. It wasn’t that sex with Greg had ever been bad, he was just not as experienced as she was. Her sorority sisters had warned her never to let him know how many men she had actually slept with, so she had lied and told Greg he was her first.
“Anything on TV?” Greg surprised interrupted her thoughts, and sank into the bed. He was only in his boxer briefs. Ginny felt his body hair against her freshly shaven legs. She decided she was horny anyway.
“Will you undo my bra?” she faced her flawless shoulders towards her husband and waited.
“Would you undo…” but the sound of Channel 2 TV NEWS cut her off. She sighed loudly and pulled the covers over her head.
Greg woke up the next morning with a hard on. He peeked at it underneath the sheets. It was larger than he had remembered. He was decidedly proud. He wondered what kind of woman he could get with his dick size. A sexy math teacher? The sexy neighbor lady who gardened in her nightgown? A high end prostitute? The possibilities were endless. He looked over at his sleeping wife. She was beautiful, no one could argue with that, but she had the sex drive of a nun. Would the spark ever come into their relationship? The Halloween ball popped into his head, and he recalled his secretary was going as well. She was a hot blonde with an attitude he secretly adored.
Greg swung his legs over the bed, and rubbed his eyes. His boner was still there, but he had no clue what to do with it. He didn’t want to risk the chance of his wife finding him touching himself, and he knew she wasn’t interested in pleasuring him, so he slipped on a pair of jeans, and headed down for his morning coffee.
It was Saturday, which made him think of cartoons and prizes inside cereal boxes. He drank his coffee and pondered what had happened to his inner child. He heard Ginny coming down the steps.
“Gin, good morning,” he hoped that somehow his wife would know how horny he was without him saying anything.
“I just got my period,” Ginny held her abdomen with her right hand, and dragged her feet into the kitchen. ‘So much for that’ he thought.
“Where’s the bread?” he could hear his wife pushing things around. He sighed, and read his paper.
Ginny had googled Halloween costumes for hours while her husband was at work the day before. It was Tuesday morning, and now she had a job to do. She had decided the only way she would go to the masquerade ball was as a sexy kitty, so her husband would only look at her, not his secretary she had secretly caught him staring at time and time again. She had found her way to Party Boutique with a printed picture of the kitty costume in hand. The outside of the shop looked normal enough. She looked both ways before entering to make sure no one she knew would see her go in. Her mother had told her time after time, only loose girls go to parties. Ginny took a deep breath, and pushed open the glass door.
“Hello! Welcome to the party!” a sales associate recited at the entrance.
“Hi,” Ginny said meekly. Her eyes immediately searched for the costume. She didn’t want to be in the party store any longer than necessary.
“What can I help you find today?” the woman had a short brown haircut to her ears, and wore glasses. Not the kind of lady Ginny has expected to work there.
“I need this,” she nervously shoved the paper into the woman’s hands.
“Ah, that’s a good one. Very sexy,” the woman winked at her. Ginny felt faint. The woman led her to the costume, and it all happened very quickly. At the last minute, she decided to pick up a Zorro costume for Greg in a larger size to accommodate his growing belly.
“What did you get me?” home from work, Greg was munching on a cheese stick, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“It’s on the table, Dear,” Ginny was stirring a pot of spaghetti for dinner. She had been nervous all day. Trying on and re-trying the sexy kitty costume. Could she pull it off? Greg walked over to the pile of folded clothes.
“What is this? Zorro?” he held up the black costume against his body and let out a laugh.
“What is it? You don’t like?” Ginny bit her lower lip in anticipation.
“No, it’s fine. It’s funny really. I used to love Zorro as a kid. Perfect costume, Hun,” he walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek. She blushed and nervously giggled.
“Can’t wait for the party,” Greg rushed up the steps like a kid on Christmas, or Halloween rather, to try on his new costume. Ginny wondered how she’d ever be able to pull hers off.
Halloween had finally come, and Ginny was a nervous wreck. On the other hand, Greg had been strutting around as Zorro for the past few days, sticking his sword in between the couch cushions, and fighting invisible bad guys. But, her husband was out buying a bottle of scotch, and all she had left to do was think.
“I got you a wine cooler,” Greg walked through the door with a brown paper bag, “Are you ready?” he set the bag down, and swished his black cape in front of his boyish face.
“Not so much,” Ginny looked down at her old bathrobe and wondered if her husband thought of it as part of her wardrobe.
“Alright, Dear. I told the boss I’d meet him and the wifey for a drink beforehand. You don’t mind if I go while you finish getting ready, do you?”
“No, no. That’s fine,” she squeaked, and fingered her tattered sleeves. She suddenly hated everything she owned.
“Okay then, see you there. The keys for the Porsche are on the hook,” Greg shut the door behind him. Ginny sighed, and went upstairs to change.
Greg had enjoyed a few drinks with his boss and his boss’s wife. They were eager to hear about his own family, and his ideas to take the business further. Greg liked being recognized, and even bought a round of shots for the group. He was eagerly anticipating the masked ball. The ride felt like forever in the taxi cab.
“Okay it’s inside here,” the boss pushed open a shady looking door on the corner of 59th and 3rd, a shady looking street to begin with. Greg would never step foot here otherwise. It looked to be the kind of corner where drug deals or other seedy things took place. But tonight, he was Zorro, the masked avenger, and nothing could stop him from having a good time.
“Be safe,” the boss’s wife winked at Greg, and walked into the giant ballroom. Greg followed, and instantly his jaw dropped. It was decorated brilliantly with orange and black crepe paper, skulls, and spider webs. Dry ice was puffing clouds into the air from witches cauldrons. He noticed a fully stocked bar, and headed directly over.
“What can I get for you?” Greg was shocked to see his secretary behind the bar, serving drinks in a tight and revealing police woman costume. Her perky pink breasts were pushed up almost underneath her chin. He couldn’t help but shout his drink order at them.
“A scotch on the rocks!” Greg could practically smell her fruity perfume wafting from her cleavage.
“You got it, boss,” she winked and bent over to pick up a glass. He noticed her frilly white panties, and got an instant hard on. He was glad to be wearing such a loose costume.
“Here you go, Hun. May I suggest the Red Room?” she had a slight southern twang he hadn’t noticed before.
“The Red Room?” Greg repeated confused.
“That’s where the best looking people have been going,” she looked proud to be giving her boss the heads up, only he had no clue what she was talking about. Greg adjusted his mask in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not too sure what you mean,” he swallowed.
“Oh, Hun, don’t tell me you don’t know?” she laughed, and her green eyes sparkled through her own black mask.
“Ha! Why don’t you walk on over, and find out?” she turned to help another man at the bar. Greg shook his head, grabbed his drink, and started for the door marked Red Room. He saw a few people he recognized from work, and waved on his way.
“Welcome to the Red Room. Here you are, Sir,” a tight bodied woman with raven colored hair handed Greg a small gift bag he figured was filled with small booze bottles. The room was set up with beds and red sheets, red lighting, and red flowers. He took a seat on the edge of an unoccupied bed, and took a drink. He peeked inside his gift bag.
“Hey, you,” Grace, the boss’s secretary, hovered above him.
“Oh, hey Grace! I was just checking out the gift bag! Why don’t you take a seat?” Greg patted a space next to him and dug his hand into the bag.
“Howv’e you been?” Grace batted her heavily mascaraed eyes at her co-worker.
“Ah, fine,” Greg pulled out a handful of red condoms and almost choked on his drink.
“Are you okay?” Grace handed him a cocktail napkin.
“Fine, fine,” Greg shoved the prophylactics back where they came from, and looked around the room to make sure no one had saw him. This time he noticed some of the men he knew, with women other than their wives. They all seemed to be getting along a little too well.
“You’ll have to excuse me, Grace. I need another drink,” Greg smiled haphazardly and made a fast exit from the Red Room. Had his boss really invited him to a sex party?
Ginny had finally managed to build up the courage to wear her sexy kitty costume in public. She reached a trembling hand towards the door of the ballroom, and came inside. The room was better than she had expected. A lot of nicely places decorations, and beautiful people in beautiful costumes. Now all she had to do was find her husband. As she made her way towards the bar, she could feel eyes on her. It made her slightly uncomfortable, but a part of her new she looked good. She added a little extra jiggle in her walk for the bystanders. Surprisingly, Greg wasn’t at the bar. She took a seat anyway, and ordered a glass of bubbly water.
“Can I interest you in something a little stronger?” a tall, dark man asked her.
“I’m sorry, I’m waiting for my husband,” Ginny said, a little startled. She blushed, and the stranger took a seat next to her. He was good looking, only wearing a business suit and black mask.
“That’s what they all say,” the man laughed and stuck out his hand, “You can call me Mr. Big,” he bellowed.
“You mean like Sex In The City?” Ginny couldn’t help but laugh. She would never have expected a man to dress up as a character from such a girly TV sitcom. She decided to relax, and have a drink while she waited on Greg.
A few drinks later, Ginny found herself laying on a bed in a room lit in red. She had done it again, drank a little too much. At least she was still clothed. And the man from earlier was kind and gentle.
“So that’s how I met my wife,” the man, Cliff, had finished his story. Ginny was sorry she was too tipsy to have payed any attention.
“Ginny?!” she heard a voice above her that sounded a lot like her husband.
“Oh, hi, Greg, This is Cliff. Cliff, this is my husband,” she sat up, a little too fast.
“Come with me,” Greg grabbed her arm and tugged her into the hallway.
“You’re telling me that you’re enjoying this sex party?” Greg yelled in a forced whisper.
“Sex party?” Ginny was stunned.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know! And look at yourself! Look at how you’re….” at that moment Greg actually looked at his wife. He looked at the cute whiskers and black nose painted on her face. The black velvet kitty ears and the corset, cinched so tightly. Her breasts looked amazing.
“What is it?’ Ginny looked down at herself self consciously.
Greg didn’t feel like he had time to reply. He had his second boner of the night, and hadn’t planned on wasting it! He pulled his wife back into the Red Room. He layed her down on the bed. He was surprised at how willing she was. She was even smiling. He kissed her more passionately than he ever remembered. He touched her breasts, and felt her tremble. She was so warm. He got up quickly, and closed the hanging curtains around the bed for privacy. People would still be able to hear him, but he didn’t care at that moment. He just didn’t care.
Greg held his beautiful, petite wife in his hands, and slowly undressed her. She looked deeply into his eyes the whole time. There was such a peacefulness about it, even if it was at a sex party. He undid her corset, and let her ample tits hang loose. He caressed them with his tongue, and nipped playfully at them. He swear he heard his wife squeal in enjoyment.
“You look amazing,” Greg breathed heavily on top of Ginny. Her sexy kitten costume was now on the floor beside them. All she had left on was her black kitten mask.
“Oh, Greg. I’ve been waiting for this so hard. I’m shaking,” she smiled up at her husband in relief and anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock push between her thighs.
“I wish I would have known,”Greg unzipped his pants, and loosed the cape around his neck. His dick was throbbing. He carefully took it out, and slid it between her thighs. Her warm skin made him want to cum almost instantly, but he held back. He wanted this to be memorable for both of them. He felt the wetness with the head of his swollen member. He gently pushed inside. It felt as wonderful as he remembered. Ginny moaned quietly as Greg started thrusting. He held onto her tiny waist, and tried deeply to bring her to orgasm. He watched her face so he’d know which way to move, and how far in to push. She was so tight.
Finally, neither of them could take the pleasure any longer. Ginny threw her head back, and made fists in the red satin sheets. Greg gave one last thrust, and shot his juices deep inside his gorgeous sexy wife. He collapsed next to her, and smiled.
“Did you really think I was going to wear my bathrobe tonight, Dear?” Ginny grabbed her husband’s hand and rolled her eyes.