Chapter 1

"Hurry up dear," Becky yelled to her husband as he was dressing in the bathroom, "we will be late if you don't."

"I am," came back the response, "Or I'm trying to. This outfit is not so easy to get into. Which explains why they put in that flap."

"Yeah, looks like I was right, it is so the wearer can use the bathroom without taking off the outfit," but she didn't say the other thing she thought that flap could be used for.

"Yes, you were right."

There was a pause filled with the sound of cloth moving and zippers being zipped.

Becky said, "You done yet? Hurry up so you can help me with my last zipper."

He finally came out of the bathroom, dressed like a mummy from the original horror movies. He stopped as he saw her. His eyes went wide. It had been her idea for him to put that on in the bathroom while she dressed in the bedroom. Supposedly so they wouldn't get into each other's way. He had protested that the bedroom was big enough but she had insisted. The real reason was so he would not see her completely. She had draped a sheet over her to look like part of her outfit. He only saw her back but she had positioned herself so she could see him in the mirror.

Their sex life had been boring which may have been why it was also seemed to be almost nonexistent lately. Their relationship also seemed to be on the low side, each taking the other for granted. She hoped what she had planned for the evening would ignite both again. She saw him look at her with a bit of amazement on his face.

He said, "Your back is bare, I mean there's not even a bar strap there. Does that mean you aren't wearing one??" "No bra for me tonight. It just won't go with this outfit I had to get. Its either not wear one or stay home. I almost decided to stay home but I know how much you are looking forward to this tonight and since we haven't been out for a while I need to go also. I will feel naked without one but I will have to just be embarrassed if anyone stares."

She was proud of that statement, it not only showed that she still cared for him, but got in a dig at his lack of interest in her lately. Plus it was true. She had considered staying home and she may feel embarrassed when the men stare but she would just have to put up with it if she was going to carry out her plan.

He just said, "Ok... and thank you," for he knew how much this feeling naked was going to cost her, of course he didn't know it all yet, but he would.

She smiled at his thank you for it did warm her heart that he apperciated her effort. Soon he was done with the zipper than as he went off to get his coat she quickly slipped off the sheet and put on her jacket. Becky took a second to stare at herself in the mirror still amazed that she was able to carry this through, then she quickly covered herself with the long coat she had gotten out earlier. It was much like an overcoat worn by spies and flashers and therefore covered her from neck to ankles.

They hurried to the car and he opened the door for her and quickly got in. Hmmm, he hadn't done that for a long time this party most be getting to him also, she thought.

On the way he wondered why she had a map of the outside of the mansion the party was going to be at. He had found it be accident and it was obvious that she had been hiding it from him. Was there a meeting planned he was not to know about? He didn't really blame her if she had planned something like that, it would surprise him greatly, as well as hurt greatly, but he won't blame her, not the way he had been treating her lately. They arrived at the mansion just in time to join a line of cars arriving at the same time. It took them a few minutes to get parked, valet parking too, and to the house. Once inside an attendant asked for their coats. Tom gave him his but it took Becky a moment to take her's off. She almost chicken out and had to remind herself why she was doing this, but the delay worked out OK since Tom looked at her, wondering why she was taking so long. Finally with a flare she ripped off the coat and swirled it around one arm. The maneuver went off exactly without a hitch and Tom's eyes went wide at her doing that. Than as she handed the coat to the attendant who stood there staring for a second longer than he should have before grabbing the coat, Tom's eyes went even wider as he saw what she was wearing. Except for the bare back and the color it was not the outfit he had seen in their bedroom.

His mouth dropped open and she could see shock mixed with desire raise in his eyes. She stood there in a white something. A dress maybe, some type of feminine toga like those worn by goddesses on certain TV shows maybe, whatever it was it showed of her figure like nothing she had ever worn before. She turned to let him see it all. Her arms were completely bare and her shoulders were bare all the way to her upper breasts. From there to the the bottom of her bosom was a tight bodice that had some extra cloth that draped over her breasts. It allowed whoever was looking to see not only that she didn't have a bra on, but they could make out the size, shape and contours of her boobs. Not to mention the cleavage that would allow anyone looking to see the inner slopes of her breasts.

Her back was completely bare as he already knew but now he could see that the bottom half was designed in such a way as to show off the curves of her butt. The cloth was tight but it also hung in such a way as heighten and uplift her cheeks. Much like some outfits do to bosoms. The costume continued down ending just above the inside of her knees. He remembered that the front had ended half way to her knees.

He finally closed his mouth and noticed that he was so aroused that he had half a hardon just by what he had seen so far. If that what happened in just these few seconds he would be embarrassed by the complete hard on he was going to be spouting before the night was half over. In this outfit it would be noticeable. Of course if they stared at his wife tonight half the men here would be spouting hard ridges in their pants.

He tried to speak, "But... b... but." He cleared his throat and said, "But that wasn't what you where wearing in the bedroom." "Yes it was, you just didn't noticed."

"I would have noticed that, half the men in here have noticed that already." he said in a reproving voice.

That may have an exaggeration but it wasn't much of one. He had quickly glanced around the room and he could see men turn and stare. Especially one guy who was one of the companies two playboys, that guy had stared opened mouth and by the look on his face he wanted to get Becky alone someplace tonight. Over my dead body Tom had thought.

Becky just smiled even though inside her shyness and morals were giving her fits. Half of her wanted to run screaming from the room while a small but still significant part wanted her to strut around the room giving each man a good look at her, while she enjoyed their stares.

She said, "As I said, its what I could get, I admit its not what I usually wear but I think I like everyone's reaction. I like it when men find me attractive."

Tom's eyes widen than narrowed as he was first surprised and shocked by that attitude from his wife, than wondered if that was a dig at him. He hadn't been paying her much attention recently he realized, too busy at work and too used to having her around. Fear replaced the other emotions on his face as his heart suddenly half froze, with the thought that Becky might be planning on leaving or becoming a slut. God, he had been taking her for granted, thinking she would always be there but treating her like piece of furniture or a comfortable old coat.

At that point she just smiled in way he couldn't interrupt and turned and walked away. He hurried to catch up but as he did he couldn't help but notice her rear. He almost stopped in shock. That outfit made her butt look terrific and sexy as hell. He had seen it for eighteen years and had made love to it quite a few times, but tonight it was turning him on like he hadn't been for years. At this point he slowed down wanting to keep it in sight for a while longer. He just could not keep his eyes off of it even though he tried to look around him to see who was here and where she was leading him. His eyes just kept going back to her rear as if it was a magnet, and tonight it was. As he neared her he suddenly realized something he hadn't noticed before. She was not wearing any underwear. Not only was there no panty lines but he could make out the movement of her butt muscles as she walked. He had been completely hard by this time but at that realization his manhood got even harder. It was now harder then it had been in months and he thought if this kept up it would rip out of his mummy outfit before the night was over. Usually just the thought of that happening would be embarrassing but tonight he didn't care.

When he did catch up to her the first thing he said was "You're not wearing any panties."

He tried to make it an accusation but it came out sounding like he was awe struck, which he was. Not only because she, the shy conservative not appreciating woman who look like sluts, Becky, wasn't wearing any but also because of how sexy it made her.

She turned and that mysterious smiled again and said, "I know, there was no room for them under this, people are just going to have to see that I am naked under this outfit."

He was partially relieved when she blushed as she said that.

They joined a group of friends and joined in with the conversation. He kept glancing at her, both to look at her and to see if she had anything else planned, like going off with one of the other men who were finding it hard not to stare.

He knew he was being paranoid but he hadn't seen this side of his wife before, that combined with the knowledge that he hadn't been paying her much attention lately, of the sexual type or of the romantic type, made him wonder. Of course it was also true that Becky hadn't been paying him very much attention lately either. They had both been taking the other one for granted. Sex was always the same, when they had it, and they hadn't talked, really talked about their days, friends and their hopes etc. for a couple of months. Now she was wearing this outfit. Even if what she said was true, about it being the only one she could get and that there really was no room for underwear, it still represented a significant change in her behavior.

His thoughts were partially supported when she went to use the bathroom twice in the next thirty-five minutes. The second time it took her a few extra minutes to come back to him and when he saw he make her way across the large room, Johnny was with her. He peeled off about half way across the room and he had a frustrated look on his face as he left Becky. He and that other leech probably both had been able to see that she had no panties on immediantly, which would explain the hunger on their faces that Tom had seen. Tom was partially relieved by that look of hunger denied that had been on Johnny's face, but just the fact that he had been with her as she came back from a second trip to the bathroom gave his emotions pause.

Twenty minutes later she told him that she was going to the buffet table set up in a corner of the room, both had already been by it nibbling on some of the finger foods there, but she said she wanted something more. He had been engaged in a conversation he couldn't leave so he had to watch as she went to the table by herself. She spent some time there deciding on what to eat and then standing nearby as she nibbled on what she had chosen. It didn't take long for some single and not so single men to show up around her. Tom could see that she talked to some of them and that more gathered around her as she did. Before she broke off and came back to him there were seven men clustered around that section of the table. She had chatted with most of them he thought. Even with that new playboy, Richard. He suddenly recalled the map he had seen, had she set a date to meet one of them outside somewhere? He would have to watch her to see if she disappeared for a while. He shook his head at his paranoia. His paranoia probably came not just from his fear of losing her, but from his guilt. Guilt both for taking her for granted, and for that incident a couple of weeks ago. She wouldn't do that, but at the same time he had been neglecting her lately, as she had been neglecting him, plus she was wearing that costume. She worn it for some reason. He just shook his head again, that type of thinking would do no one any good. The person he was talking to appeared puzzled why Tom would disagree with what he just said. Tom got his mind back to the conversation.

She strolled over to the buffet table, picked up a plate, and looked over the dishes. There were some things here she had never seen or had been able to taste that often. Like the caviour, and those little sandwiches with that strange looking substance in them. While she looked over the items, Becky thought about her second trip to the bathroom. That one had been to check her makeup and to adjust her outfit. Parts of it had slipped a bit showing even more cleavage than it had when she first arrived. The hallway leading and from the bathrooms was a bit dark and she had been the only one in it as she walked down it. As she left the bathroom she immediantly noticed someone standing a few feet away. It took only a few steps to see that it was Johnny. She knew what type of guy he was and what he wanted so she should have walked on by but for some reason she still wasn't sure about, she stopped when he called her name. He was wearing, she had noticed before, a King Author outfit. Complete with what looked like real gold circlet in his head and a sword strapped to his waist. He did look very dashing in the blue swordsman shirt and lighter blue tights. Blue most be his color she thought.

Now as she neared him she wondered if that sword was as real as it looked, and if he knew how to use it. A second later her eyes rolled heavenward as she caught herself thinking of course he knows how to use his sword he won't be the company playboy of he didn't. She almost stopped as she wondered did she really just think that? Its something he would think not her.

As she neared him she had greeted him and they had chatted for a couple of minutes. Than he had made his move, he had stepped closer supposedly to whisper something to her. He had already complimented her costume and how she looked in it. He did it in a not so obvious way too, sounding more like an average conversation between friends than a wolf trying to score. Once by her ear he softly said some nice things, more direct compliments. Ones that went directly to her pride. They really made her feel good after hearing them. He continued talking close to her ear and before she realized it he was nuzzling her neck. It felt good. Tom hadn't done that for months. Soon he was kissing her neck just below her ear. It sent shivers down her back. Good shivers. She did turn her head away from him as he tried to kiss her lips, but he just went back to kissing her neck. A minute or so later he began to lick it. Long swipes of his tongue, from just under her ear to where her neck joined her shoulder. That sent more of those good shivers down her back, more powerful ones. These ended up in her love tunnel. She didn't understand why they were more powerful than when her husband licked her neck. Maybe because they were longer licks, she didn't know.

She turned her head again as he tried to kiss her again, but this time he kissed her cheek, licking it as he did. He slipped his tongue down and begun to nibble on the curve of her chin. Her eyes went wide as the good sensations from that hit. She didn't know that could feel so good. Suddenly though as her conscious warred with her pleasure center, and her conscious was beginning to win, she felt something on her leg. It was his hand moving up her thigh, he had some how gotten his hand up her skirt while she had been enjoying the licking and nibbling. Of course with this outfit's short front that probably hadn't been that hard. Johnny's fingers were on her upper thigh making their way to what was in between her legs. He probably knew she didn't have any panties on so he could go directly to his goal with no cloth barrier to block his hand.

That made her angry, bad enough to try to kiss her, but this was way out of bounds for anyone other than her husband. Two seconds after first feeling his hand she stepped backwards forcing his hand from her thigh. As she did she noticed that his other hand was left hanging in midair, where her bosom had just been. Both breasts had a slight tingling as if they had just been caressed. So that's why his licking of her neck had produced such strong sensations, he had been lightly caressing her breasts through her top at the same time. Boy, he was good at this seduction, she hadn't even notice. Now apparently he had been in the process of reaching down her top to touch her naked breasts. She hadn't noticed that either. As his one hand slipped out from her skirt when she took a second longer step back Becky felt like hitting him, hard. How dare he try to touch her in her most intimate spot without her permission. For that matter how dare he try to seduce her at all, especially with her husband not that far away. She thought she growled as she turned slightly and began to walk toward the doorway to the main room.

He followed and tried to talk her into talking with him. He sounded like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, which analogy was appropriate for this situation, she thought She wondered if he really sounded like that or if it was a ploy to get her sympathy and mothering instinct. How many woman who had at first rejected his advances, had later succumbed because of that ploy. She was not going to be one of them. She angrily stated that only one man was going to get to touch her there and Johnny could just go taking a flying leap off a tall building. He said something about dreaming about her, he went on to describe what parts of her body he would see and how beautiful and sexy he knew they would be. He described everything in just the right tone and infliction to make it sound his compliments were real. Of course certain compliments probably were real, she won't be surprised if he didn't find her breasts sexy, but that would be true for every woman.

She said, "That's good because you will only see them in your dreams, jerk."

It was about that time he turned and left her side. She had been looking at Tom as she had been talking and listening. At first he looked perplexed and worried than anger appeared on his face. She wondered if he really thought something had happened between her and Johnny, but she notice that as Johnny walked away Tom's eyes followed him, so it was him that his anger was directed to not her. That was good and since Johnny had probably also seen Tom's face it had may have been that look that help convince Johnny to leave.

By the time she finished replaying that in her head she had chosen some of the finger foods and was standing near the table eating. As she nibbled she wondered why she had allowed him even the small amount he had done. It was like she had stopped thinking with her conscious mind and her pride along with a certain part of her body, had taken over her thinking. She just shook her head wondering how far Johnny would have gotten if she had been even more horny than she was, of course she was about as horny as she had ever been so being significantly more aroused may not be possible.

Soon someone came over and begun to chat with her. This guy, wearing a white pirate outfit with a long black captain's Coat, wasn't as boorish or as obvious as Johnny, but at the same time she felt he had come over only because of the outfit she was wearing. Soon another man came by and started staring at what was on that end of the table. Then a third showed up, this one joined in the conversation she was having with the first guy. Some of those who gathered, seemed to just want to be around her while others, even two married men, wanted to chat with her. At one point she went around the table to get something to drink and another man offered to get it for her. They had two punch fountains going. One was an alcoholic something or another while was nonalcoholic. This fourth guy was dressed like Lawrence of Arabia, in a very rich looking coloful outfit. The colors matched his eyes just right. She smiled and nodded her Ok. She decided she liked this type of attention and would take her time eating the food she had gotten. He grabbed a class and put it under the spout for the alcoholic drink. He didn't leave after she took a sip. It was some type of alcohol punch, good but she knew she had to set a limit on it. After a few sips she put down the class for a moment to eat and when she did the guy filled it again. He got himself a class and drank some of the punch, commenting on how delicious and refreshing it was. After she and he sipped some more he bent over a bit to tell her something. It was a compliment. The guy was handsome and young. It felt good to be considered sexy by a handsome young man. But as she smiled and didn't seem to mind he stepped back, got her another class even though hers was only half empty, gave it to her. Obviously, she thought, he was trying to make her tipsy. He moved closer, snuck a look down her front and propositioned her. He did it in a light hearted friendly way but she realized he was serious. At that point she just shook her head and moved back to her original position on the other side of the table.

Soon after she finished and walked back over to Tom. She could feel the stare of some of the men who had been around her, she found she didn't mind them watching her walk away. Well, a good size part of her still wanted to flee, but that part that liked the attention was growing. Ten minutes after she rejoined Tom, doing which time he explained that the handsome young man in the Arabia costume, was the other company playboy, they were temporally alone. They had done some of the socializing necessary and it was time for the fruition of her plan which meant going outside.

She said, "Lets take a walk, they have a wonderful garden path that people can walk through."