Sue struggled over which costume to wear to the ADULTS ONLY party for which we were already late. Though she favored a body-paint only getups, there was no way to do it right and dry in seconds. I jokingly suggested she could be ready in two minutes if she went in her long blonde wig and boots, otherwise totally nude, as Lady Godiva. She slapped my arm. "What? This is a great excuse to show off your cute little boobs and great nipples to neighbors and strangers alike. And you KNOW we all love watching your precious little ass duck walk away from us, especially if it's bare."
"You say the sweetest things, but what about the rest of me?"
"Oh stop! Don't I complement you enough every day? Everyone there will drool over those sexy legs and, depending on how you sit, that beautiful pussy. Have I talked you into it yet?"
"Umm, nope. But you did give me an idea ... this pale white nightie with the wig and boots AND my faux pearl necklace works for me. I'll go as the GHOST of Lady Godiva. I don't wear the nightie around here since it's two sizes too big, but as an adult costume that means it will slip and slide all over and maybe off me too."
"The elvish cut will help too. The wide cuts in front and sides let your sweet thighs tease us and for at least a few minutes, they'll be guessing if you have anything under it. Shaving your bush was a good idea or they would know right away since the frock is at least translucent. I can't wait to see you stand in front of a lamp. You'll remember to do that for us too?"
"Of course my love. And I'll spread my legs wide so all y'all can see my pussy thru the night gown. Let's go!"
"You didn't comment on my costume. What do you think?" I did a half twirl for her viewing pleasure.
"Yeah, don't ask." She opened her mouth wide and thrust a bobbing finger into it in a gagging motion. Nice!
As we approached the house on the dark sidewalk, no one could clearly see my wife tease me with her fearless walk. Her hands slapped the nearly gossamer costume and pushed the wide flaps up and apart. The undarted part of the hem nearly reached mid thigh, yet her bouncy walk and motions had it lifting to her hips and exposing her bared ass and pussy to any who might be watching closely. She smirked at the freedom. The mustard and black house reminded us this was the perfect Halloween site. It didn't look so odd in daylight, but now it was dimly lit with flickering electric candles. Twisted orange/black streamers across windows and running out to the three big shade trees on the cemetery lawn littered with listing joke headstones added to the demented decor. Now lit by the moon, it seemed highlighted in eerie silver shadows. Realistic, thick skeletons & cobwebs added to the creepiness. As we crossed the tombstone gate, we could hear the expected drones of THRILLER blasting. The doorbell made the sound of a gun cocking followed by a loud BOOM that made us jump away. Not bad!
When the door opened, a shrouded spider on fishing line dropped onto our heads. Sue ducked and brushed it away with a little shriek. Her quick movement let a shoulder strap fall off and her left tit pop out over the scooped neck of her frock. She was deliberately slow to tuck it away and while everyone near the door stared, our host bounded up to us. With a loud whistle of appreciation for my wife's tit he quickly put a pumpkin shooter (pumpkin/dark rum/cinnamene/nutmeg) in Sue's right hand to further delay her from covering her tit. She looked at me for advice, but I just smiled and licked my mouth as I stared slowly down to her luscious, perfect, hardening nipple. It felt too soon to just scoop it into my mouth.
Steve scanned my Swartzenegger costume with it's sprayed on six-pack and other faux muscle definitions then at the loose-fitting Speedo-thong. He shook his head and stared back at Sue's tiny tit.
Sue thanked Steve for the complement and the drink before leading me, by pulling the Speedo, into the crowd of at least fifty people. When we reached a spot near a table lamp, she slowwwly shifted hands and tucked her tit away. She was sure to check that she left me tenting my Speedo which she had pulled down enough to expose an inch of wood.
We looked at the varied costumes. Some were elaborate and creative, some totally uninspired yet adult themed. Some men and women came dressed only in paint; one sexy woman had a dark orange baby pumpkin painted over her bare pussy with two more stacked up one level then three on the next tier, then four, then five, four and finally three at tit level with the rounded tops ending before the top curves of her boobs. One solitary, bright green vine wrapped around her back and over her otherwise very shapely and very bare pink ass. I couldn't wait to watch her bend over. She also had a pumpkin, full face mask. One nude woman was painted as STORM from X-Men and there was another Lady Godiva. That one was all nude with ass-long blonde hair. My Sue, barely covered, was much more alluring. We saw a headless horsewoman carrying and offering everyone head. Another had a vibrating 'tongue' sticking out of her pussy so, she said, it can lick back.
There were other props around the house too. What the hell could be scarier than a disembodied, moist, licking tongue? You stumble into the bathroom, open the medicine cabinet and your curiosity is rewarded with this thing squirming out at you, just ... licking and stuff. One man wore a Dildo Gas Mask- I remember seeing that in a catalog with the warning, "We're not really sure about the logistics involved in this, although it does vaguely remind us of a He-man action figure we once saw. Also, safe sex is important and if you have a habit of releasing tear gas during love making then this is right up your alley, so to speak."
The central party prop, planted at a steep angle in the middle of one room, was a long box. It was shaped like a coffin from the old West: two pyramids attached at shoulder level, two feet wide at the top and bottom, expanding to nearly three feet at shoulder height. The lid was barely distinguishable from the base and there seemed to be no way to open it. It was painted to look like wood, but was much harder and lighter, felt metallic and oddly cold. An ornate painted dagger was near the top, placed like a crucifix & dripping blood. With a dim, sweeping spotlight on it, it was beyond odd, beyond spooky. It felt threatening.
Someone brought electric gloves as part of his Frankenstein costume. He quoted the catalog, "electrocute the living shit out of yourself, your partner, the cat, the mailman, or anyone else you can chase down and grab hold of. As an added bonus, it will all be super sexy." It was funny to watch him grope and zap women. I bet it can be a useful toy in bed too! Three women came in spandex full body suits. I wondered how long those would stay on as the house warmed up. Someone came AS a love doll with three tits. They squirted when squeezed. A couple came in normal slacks. But when you looked at their backs, they were bare assed in chaps with a pig tail butt plug in each of them. One man came in normal clothes topped with an oversized red polo shirt. It took a few seconds to notice that the shirt was filled with a very big pair of fake boobs - maybe a 42-FFF?
Probably my favorite costume was a sexy, big boobed woman who came in a pale blue cotton panty and white cotton T-shirt. The unique part of the costume was that SHE had written in dark felt on the back ' Wet T-shirt contest winner' and on the front 'Make me WET!' I was one of the first to grab a small glass of chilled water and throw it on her chest. The cotton vanished and her nipples instantly stood tall. She laughed and said she wondered how long THAT would take. Soon her face was soaked too. She began wringing out her shirt over a bowl, thus exposing her wet and nearly invisible panty too. Her thin nest was obvious as were her swollen labia. I loved the sight and scooped water from the bowl, pulled her panty forward and dumped the water inside. Her leap backward nearly tore off her panty, but certainly gave me a prolonged vista as it dropped to her thighs. Sue was nearby and looked inside the wet girl's pussy too. She rubbed her own pussy and gasped a bit.
Steve found us again, after several drinks he was uncharacteristically handsy ... With Sue, not me. He put another shot in Sue's hand and kept his other hand on her ass. She told him he didn't need to get her drunk since we were all hoping for the same thing tonight! I watched him fondle my wife shamelessly as he spoke to us. His wife, Laura, pressed against me and watched his hands too. She wore a paltry grass skirt and just three lays around her slim neck to cover her bountiful, beautiful breasts. "Don't forget, Al, this IS an adult party and we expect lots of touchy-feely contacts all night. Feel free to fondle whoever is closest to you." And she bumped me again, with a sexy vixen smile. I took the hint and squeezed her ass before finding my way thru the grass shards of her 'skirt'. She clamped my swollen dick, first over then inside my Speedo. "I see you're enjoying watching my husband fondling your wife." With one hand, she pulled my hard cock over the Speedo while the other went under the thong and against my puckered hole. Several people watched her expose me. That seemed to fuel their own touching explorations. Was this the same shy, sweet, innocent Laura I used to know?
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