Lindsey’s hands were always covered in flour, day after day her graceful fingers made enchanting deserts come almost to life. She was long and lean, every part of her fluid and full of life. She had been a dancer in a past life and still had the gait of a ballerina. She was dark haired with a bronze complexion all the time, even during the winter. During the summer her skin was almost black. Her father gave her the complexion, her mother the grace. Her mother too had been a dancer until she retired. Lindsey stared out the kitchen window at the storm they were getting, she couldn’t even see past the patio the snow was driving so hard. She knew they weren’t going to get out anytime soon.

Lindsey kneeded her dough and thinking of what these fingers could also do. Her girlfriend Kayla loved the way her fingers could explore every part of her, and especially the care they would give to her clitoris and her other erogenous zones. Kayla had a ravenous sexual need and kept Lindsey very busy in the bedroom. Kayla was upbeat and peppy, some people thought a little too peppy. People also thought that because she was blonde with big doe eyes that she was stupid. However, Kayla had graduated from Harvard Law School and was now a partner in a law firm. She knew how to be peppy but she also knew when to kick legal ass.

The other night Lindsey had taken her fingers and explored every inch of Kayla’s favorite area. Lindsey used her strong fingers from needing dough to use one finger to rub along her clitoris and another few to explore the inside of her vagina. Propped against some of their mint green pillows she had moaned so loud Lindsey thought they would  wake the neighbors. Lindsey knew where to find Kayla’s G spot and some nights she would make Kayla wait for it, pretending she was still trying to find it. As she pleasured Kayla she would lick and bite the insides of Kayla’s thighs and legs. The touch of her tongue could send shivers along Kayla’s already sensitive skin.

She also remembered the fun time they had had in the shower afterwards. It was Lindsey’s turn to be pleasured so Kayla got down on her knees in the shower, she spread Lindsey’s legs and used her tongue to explore Lindsey’s own vagina. While Lindsey was great with her fingers, Kayla was great with her tongue. She could work magic and right now she was caressing Lindsey’s opened flower, its petals quivering with the intensity of her pleasure. Kayla looked up after a bit at Lindsey and she knew how much she loved this woman who was on her hands and knees just to show her love for her. Kayla’s head was dripping with water and Lindsey was even more aroused at how beautiful Kayla looked with her hair dripping wet, water running down her chest and over her perky nipples. Lindsey gave her a hand to stand up and when she stood up Lindsey grabbed her and kissed her as passionately as humanly possible. She grabbed her back to pull her closer and as they kissed both ran their hands along each other’s body. Lindsey found Kayla’s nipple and sucked on it, nibbling a little while her hands massaged them gently.

Then Lindsey looked up because there was no more water running over her head, but it was Kayla who had turned off the shower. Lindsey was disappointed as she was in the middle of something she found very erotic. However, Lindsey realized that the tub was filling up with water and that Kayla had put lavender water in the water coming out of the faucet. Kayla pulled Lindsey closer to her and helped her sit down in the rising water. Kayla had her back against the wall of the tub while Lindsey sat between Kayla’s open legs. Kayla kissed Lindsey’s neck,flicking her tongue in her ear, which always made Lindsey moan. Then she laid back a little and covered her hands around Lindsey’s stomach, resting her head on Lindsey’s shoulder. She realized how lucky she was to have this wonderful girl, who laughed at her jokes (even if they weren’t funny) and cared about the crap she got from the male partners at her firm. She ran her fingers down Lindsey’s back and realized that there was no one else she wanted to be in that tub with than her.

Now Lindsey rolled out the dough into the pie tin and wished she had known what Kayla was thinking last night, in the tub. She shook the flour off her hands and smiled because as long as they were snowed in there was no reason they couldn’t have some fun. Lindsey took the stairs two at a time, eager to get Kayla in the mood when she walked in and Kayla was already on the bed naked, and with a big grin on her face. This may be the best snowstorm Lindsey had ever experienced.

It had been a dreary day, drizzling rain on the campers and their counselors and then turning into a downpour later. It was now lights off time and Sandy, Erica, and Linda were listening to the storm in their bunk house. Rolling claps of thunder shook the little shed like cabin and lightning lit up the sky overhead so much that the three could see each other perfectly in the dark.

The campers were nestled into their own bunk houses and the three women were left to their own devices. All of them had been friends for years, ever since they had first started at Woodlands Camp when they were in high school. All of them were teachers now and only worked there during the summer for some extra money and of course to see each other.

Now the girls were laying there restless, not tired at all. Their cots were pushed together so they could talk over the storm. Erica and Linda talked about their kids and husbands. Sandy talked about the promotion she had gotten at her school. Sandy was now the assistant principle and was loving the work she was doing there.

Erica and Linda both had kids of their own, and talked about what motherhood was like and jokingly talked about how much their husbands loved them and annoyed them. Each woman was madly in love but still had a few things to bitch about. As they were talking all three held hands under their blankets, rubbing the soft skin of their fingers and palms. Erica had just put on lotion and smelled of warm vanilla sugar.

While they were touching each other, Erica reached under the covers and started stroking Linda’s upper thigh. All three women had only tank tops and panties on, even with the rain it was a warm July night. Erica rubbed her fingers in circles along Linda’s leg, slowly moving her hand down towards Linda’s panties. Linda started moaning a little, very slightly and Sandy caught onto what Erica was up to. Sandy pulled up Linda’s flimsy tank top and found that Linda was so aroused that her nipples had been perking through her tank top.

Sandy started using her tongue to run in circles along Linda’s erect nipple and then started nibbling, gently at first but then sucking and biting harder after awhile.

By now Linda had to put a pillow over her mouth so as not to wake the campers. Now Erica had her hand in Linda’s pink thong panties and was running her fingers along her soft pink clitoris and inside of her throbbing vagina. Her vagina spread open like a blossoming flower, letting Erica’s fingers explore the depths of her. Erica rolled over and was about to go down on Linda when Linda grinned at her and pulled out a dildo she had brought along. Linda sucked on it to get it wet but there was really no need, Erica’s labia was already so wet that a little had made a wet spot in her panties. Linda started inserting the dildo into Erica’s vagina when Sandy decided she would help too.

As Linda was shoving the dildo as hard as she could into Erica,  Sandy started licking and nibbling Erica’s clit. Erica had her supple legs almost over her head so that the dildo could be inserted harder into her longing vagina. Erica didn’t want Sandy to feel left out so she started rubbing her already erect nipples as she was getting pleasured by the other two girls. As rolls of pleasure rolled through her body Erica cried out a little but stopped before it was noticeable.

Linda had something in store for Sandy next and as Sandy went to turn away Linda giggled, grabbed her and pulled her close. She started frenching her, flicking her tongue in her mouth, biting her as she roughly threw her down on the cot. She jumped on top of Sandy and started fucking her hard with the dildo. She was rolling her hips while she did it, moaning under breath as she had the other end of the dildo inside herself. Like the others Sandy had to cover face with the pillow because she loved to shout as she was being fucked.

Finally Linda was through with Sandy and laid her heaving achingly perky breasts on top of her, her hardened nipples caressing Sandy’s sensitive skin. She laid with her head on Sandy’s tan shoulder, stroking her blonde hair away from her face. They all laid down together, snuggled under a thin sheet, still touching each other. As friends they knew every intimate detail of each other’s lives and each year they came together to find the minute details of each other’s bodies too.

The house is too quiet. This was the first thought in Madison’s mind as she set her purse and keys down on her kitchen table. She knew something was up, she could feel it. She walked around the table slowly, and peeked around the corner. Nothing. Everything was just as she’d left it. Her couch, cushions, and throw blanket were still perfectly placed where she wanted them. She wasn’t particularly looking for anything, but knowing Ethan—which she did—she knew he had something planned. He had been very evasive all week, and dodged all her questions. She knew he had something up his sleeve, but she couldn’t place her finger on it.

“Looking for something?” A soft, sultry voice asked. Ever so slowly, Madison turned around to lock eyes with her husband. Ethan was leaning against the wall, with his hands in his pockets. He had a sexy smirk on his face as he looked her up and down. Since he was sizing her up, she decided to do the same. Today he was dressed in a tight black shirt that clung to his body, emphasizing his ripped muscles.

“I wasn’t looking for something. But rather someone,” Madison replied, grinning. “You, in particular.”

“Oh, really? And why would you be looking for me?” He asked, interested. He tiled his head to the side as he waited for her answer.

“I want to know what you have planned, Ethan.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“What makes you think I have something planned?”

“Because I know you.”

“No, no, no,” he laughed and shook his head, “You only think you do, my dear.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Madison rolled her eyes, she’d heard this before. “So are you going to tell me?”

“Hm…” he ran his index finger and thumb under his chin, in his famous ‘thinking’ pose.

“Nope.”

“Ethan!”

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s play a game. If you win, I tell you.” He said.

Madison thought about this. “And if I lose?”

“Then we both win.” He grinned. Before Madison could question him further, he advanced on her. Within seconds, he was standing directly in front of her. He lowered his face and kissed her softly. “Now,” he said when he’d finished, “Here are the rules: We must start in the farthest room in the house from the bedroom. You can ask me any question I should know the answer to. If I get it right, you have to strip. If I get it wrong, I have to strip, and kiss you.”

“Oh this is going to be easy,” Madison laughed. “Bring it, babe!”

“Ah,” Ethan put up a finger in protest, “I wasn’t finished. When I kiss you, if you moan, groan, whine, whimper—or make any other sound, I get to move us into another room—closer to the bedroom. If I can get you into the bedroom or completely naked, I win. Otherwise, you win.”

“Let’s start now.” Madison loved a good competition.

“Alright, you first.”

“Hm,” she thought a moment before speaking. “Who is my favorite actor?”

“Morris Chestnut.” Ethan said without hesitation. “Now, take that shirt off.” He smiled as he watched her remove her shirt and toss it to the side. Her brown-laced bra was the only thing hiding her luscious breasts from him.

“Damn.” She frowned at him. “Do you ask me anything now?”

“Nope. You’re quizzing me. Ask me something else. And make it a challenge for me will ya?” He grinned.

“Um…what is the name of the first dog my sister had?”

Madison smiled when she saw Ethan’s expression.

“Wasn’t it Mojo or something like that? I don’t remember.” He said with a frown.

Madison laughed. “Wow. You’re way off. It was Jitzu.”

“See, it was an odd name. Who does things like that?” Ethan shook his head.

“My sister, obviously.” Madison’s expression suddenly turned serious. “So, I think now is your time to hold up your end of the deal?”

“With pleasure.” Ethan smiled, and stalked forward. He was going to enjoy this. He told her he had to kiss her, but he did not say where. When Madison closed her eyes—preparing for her expected kiss—he quickly tilted his head and latched onto her neck and instantly started sucking. From past experience, he knew this was one of her hot spots, and she could do very little to control herself once it was triggered.

“Ohhhhh, shit.” She moaned, and she grabbed him and began to grind herself against him.

Ethan pulled back long enough to whisper in her ear. “What’s wrong Maddie? Don’t you like it?”

“Uhhhhh,” Madison moaned again, this time with her eyes closed. Maddie was a special nickname that was reserved specifically for Ethan. Only he could whisper it from his lips.

“You…cheated.” She panted.

“How?”

“You said you would kiss me…” She panted, as she tried to regain her composure.

“I didn’t say where.” Ethan smiled. “Now, I think it’s time you moved into the living room, don’t you agree?”

“Alright.” Madison was about to turn around when he caught her wrist. “Ah, I said I get to move us…”

“What—?” Before she could blink, Ethan reached below Madison and swept her off her feet. He carried her into the living room, and set her on the couch. He kissed her full on the lips, soft and slow. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste her. He released her mouth and placed a kiss on her chin, before licking her neck again. He was rewarded with another moan of pleasure.

“Can—I—forfeit?” Madison asked in between gasps.

“Are you sure Maddie? Is that what you want to do?” His lips were a soft buzz at her ear.

“Ugh!” She could not take it when he talked like that, he knew it drove her crazy. She crossed her arms around his neck and began to once again grind herself into him. Only this time, it was her turn to turn him on. She released one hand from his neck, and arched herself up to reach the back of her bra. She unsnapped it within seconds and her breasts spilled out; looking full and inviting.

“Damn.” It was Ethan’s turn to groan as he looked down at the two mounds of flesh. Before he could say anything else, Maddie pressed herself into him, and began rubbing them against him in addition to grinding her wetness against the hardness in his jeans.

“Screw this game…I want you, Ethan!” She moaned.

Ethan moved at the speed of lighting as he quickly undressed them. Instead of laying them back down on the couch, he picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

Madison did as she was told, while Ethan began to walk. Suddenly, Madison’s back was against the wall, supporting her weight. She glanced down, and saw how hard Ethan was.

In one quick thrust, his beautiful penis penetrated her. She gasped at the feeling of him being inside her waiting vagina. He started off slow before increasing the tempo. Pretty soon, Ethan was pulling almost all the way out of her, only to slam into her with a force so strong, she was sure the windows were rattling. She loved it. She used her back to push herself off the wall, and thrust herself into Ethan at the same time he slammed into her. Her body shuddered with pleasure.

“Ethan!” She screamed, and her nails dug into his back.

“Fuck!” Ethan placed one hand on her waist, and the other on the wall and he went into overtime. He stroked her hard and fast, pounding with a mission. The slap of skin to skin could not be heard over their moans and groans of pleasure. “Cum for me baby!” He growled, as he continued to stroke her.

Madison screamed, at the same time she felt Ethan climax inside her.

“So much for that game, huh?” She said as she sighed and smiled at Ethan.

It was my first camping trip with Craig, it was our one year anniversary and he wanted to do something special and for some reason camping just seemed like the special anniversary trip to go on. It was the hottest summer here in Harmony, we both agreed that it would be the best time for us to travel and get away from the heat.

After we had packed our bags into the car I looked over smiling at him, “I have a surprise” he said smiling back at me. “What could you surprise me with now” I said slightly anxious of what it might be, “This camping spot that we’re going to is actually a very special place to me. I used to go there as a child and I have been waiting to take you there for some time now. I wanted it to be very special.” I smiled at him happy that he wanted to share something so personal with me. We drove for miles as I watched the houses and buildings pass us by with the window down letting the cool air hit my face while I work my yellow sundress letting my hair blow free.

What I didn’t notice in the corner of my eye was Craig staring at me every once in a while, “I love my wife, you have no idea how gorgeous you are do you?” I turned my head looking at him and saw the look on his face. He had the look of passion and wanting in his eyes; he reached over and placed his hands on my thigh slightly tugging on me to move closer.

“Come here” he said softly, I scooted over and let him wrap his arm around me holding me tightly against him. I laid my head down on his shoulder looking up at him as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. We drove all day until finally he pulled the car off of the road and drove down a country road, everything was so green and colorful and shortly after that we pulled off onto a side road which lead into a forest area, it must have been an hour until we finally pulled into an opening. There was a big tent set up almost the size of a shed, it was so beautiful. There was a log the length of the car next to it where you could sit next to the fire pit and all of this was next to a creek and surrounded by trees letting strands of sunlight through their branches.

He got out of the car after shutting off the engine and opened my door helping me out, “Close your eyes” he said to me softly. With the help of his hand he guided me to what I knew was the tent, we walked inside and I could smell the sweetest scents ever. “Open your eyes” he said and I did. I looked around the entire tent, I was surrounded by flowers there was also a picnic and a bed that two people could sleep in comfortably. “I have never been as happy as I am with you now. I love you” he said pulling me close.

He tilted my chin up and began kissing me all over my face, “I love you too” I said with closed eyes. Craig began kissing my shoulders softly as I was breathing heavily in his arms. He slowly dragged his fingers across my collar bone making me shudder when he slid the straps holding my dress up off of my shoulders to the ground. I closed my eyes as he kissed me hard, I threw my arms around his neck as he picked me up like a baby and carried me to the bed. I began stripping off his clothes one piece at a time kissing licking and nibbling on his body as I worked taking his clothes off.

He laid me down, climbing in between my legs, kissing my neck as he gently slid his beautiful penis deep into my moistened vagina, making me dig my nails into his back. He began thrusting faster, and each time he thrust his hips forward, I threw my head back as he kissed my neck and collar, happily feeling his penis deep within me.

I pushed him off of me and climbed on top of him, sitting myself down upon his long, erect shaft. He began licking my nipples as I thrust my hips back and forth, and I began moaning loudly as my clitoral juices spilled over him. He threw his head back moaning along with me placing his hands on my waist pushing me down hard as he thrust his hips forward making me scream his name out loud. I threw my head back when we both climaxed together and like a rag doll I fell back onto his chest breathing heavily listening to his heartbeat,

He held me there until I slid to his side, both of us falling asleep in one another’s arms, my hand gently holding his now flacid penis that was still slightly covered with the intertwining mixture of my juices and his semen, his palm and fingers covering my labia. We slept, smelling the sweet scent of the flowers, dreading the camping trip coming to an end.

“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?”

“Hmm?”

“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.

“Greg?”

“What, Dear?”

“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.

“Know what?”

“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.