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Laura loved the fall season, it was her favorite time of year. The air was cool and crisp, the autumn leaves fell and the smell of smoke and wood permeated the air. She also loved Halloween. Every year she was in charge of getting costumes for both her and Bob, her husband. He wasn't really into it as she was, and would have been content to just sit around playing cards at her father-in-law's house just down the street. It was as if Bob never really left home. He would still go down the street for mom's pie or to hang out and play pool with his father when he could have been spending more time at home with her. Buying a house partially financed by her in-laws was a big mistake. They made sure the umbilical cord was still intact and kept Bob on a tight leash.
Laura laid out the costumes on the bed. This year she decided on a Star Wars theme. Bob would be Darth Vader and she would be Princess Leia. His costume was made up of three pieces; a mask, a cape, and long black pants with the vinyl "boots" sewn onto them. One had to simply slip his leg into the pants and it was instant footwear illusion! This was a good thing, since Bob hated to fuss with intricate costumes. One year she got him the tin man outfit, requiring him to paint his face with silver metallic paint. He vowed he'd never take part in her Halloween hi-jinks if he had to go through this much trouble again. Her costume was quite sexy. She had a beaded brah, a veil to cover her face and mouth and belly dancer's pants, which was sheer except for a sequin studded panty to wear underneath it. It was a little racy, but she thought she earned the honor of wearing it as she was working out two months prior so she'd look good in this outfit, as she knew she did. She was a little disappointed when Bob didn't ask to see her costume.
Tonight was the big night. The party was going to be held at the Goodwin's, as it was every year. Tom and Susie Goodwin lived about two blocks up, so it was walking distance. That was a good thing, since Bob and Laura both liked to drink, and driving would not be an option tonight, not especially with all the small children out trick-or-treating. Bob came into the room as she was putting on her makeup, which would take a while. She had to get everything just right, from the hair to the painted toes. She'd get dressed last. Bob realized she'd take a while and told her he'd go up to dad's to play a few rounds of Poker first, then he'd meet her at the Goodwin's. She wanted him to walk over with her, but realized he had met her halfway with the Halloween festivities, so she would let him be. He took the costume and joked that he'd probably be over there before she was even done with her costume. She decided on a spur-of-the-moment change of plans and decided to put on a blond wig just for the hell of it. Her heavily made up face with the wig concealed the normally meek looking brunette that was quiet and soft spoken. She'd be wild tonight!
She arrived at the Goodwin's just in time. The house was beginning to get crowded. It was a rather large home and people in costumes were spilled out all throughout the house and outside in the back yard. She recognized some people and some she didn't. Those she knew didn't even recognize her. She shocked them when they found out it was her. She looked so....sexy! She blushed and polished off her glass of wine. By 9:00 p.m. she was getting a little tipsy, but also anxious, as she hadn't seen Bob. What was taking him so long? She decided to break off her conversation with space aliens and a farmer and decided to go inside. The house was filled with dancing people and pounding music, complete with strobe lights and disco balls flashing as people pressed up against each other in the living room. She saw Bob dancing with a scantily clad nurse and felt a pang of jealousy. She decided she would spy on him. He must have been getting a little drunk and bold, because she watched him grind up against her gyrating body and grab her hips, moving them in time with the music.
Although she was getting very angry at him, she continued to watch, fascinated by his oddly uncharacteristic flirty behavior. She drank down another wine, a little too fast, feeling her head spin. She blamed everything on Halloween anyway, because she herself would never dress like this any other time of the year. Still, this gave him no license to flirt and act like he was! She would make sure he'd have hell to pay when they got home. She remained in the shadows and refused several dances with other men just so she could keep spying on him. Another racy song came on and this time Bob was dancing with what looked like a cheerleader. They made obscene hip grinding motions and drew a lot of cheers from the other dancers. Laura was secretly relieved that no one knew it was Bob, or could see him anyway. This would have been very embarrasing to her if they knew who it was. A thought came over her; he didn't even know what she looked like! She'd make her move on him with the next song and really test his boldness. She wanted to know how far he'd go.
The next song was a slow dance song...perfect! She flipped the veil over her face and attached the darker more opaque veil over her mouth. She wanted to try to disguise her voice as much as possible. She'd try not to talk the entire time, just to be the mysterious exotic woman. Besides, she wanted to bust him. She watched Bob as he exited the dance floor and she followed him. She got behind him, grabbed his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. He didn't seem to mind. Although she couldn't see his face, she could picture his drunk face grinning stupidly under the mask as they held each other close. They swayed in time with the music and she found his hand exploring her body, which made her furious but oddly excited. She felt him grab her bottom firmly, then run his hands around her waist, then back to her bottom again. She decided she'd play along and grabbed at his crotch. She could hear a small muffled laughter of suprise under the mask. He got bolder and ran his left hand over her breast. She put her hand up against his crotch, which was hard. She was going to put him through the ultimate test.
After the music was over, they walked off the dance floor and she led him by the hand to the Goodwin's master bathroom, since there were other couples on the bed in various stages of undress. Old Darth Vader was good and horny by the time she shut the door. They were in the dark, save for a little bit of light from the window; heavy shades cracked open. She fumbled for his belt and unbuckled his pants while he ran his hand up under her panty, probing her wetness. She was pissed and turned on at the same time, and it made her incredibly horny. She couldn't believe Bob was cheating on her with someone he didn't even know! His penis was rock hard and Bob didn't waste anytime peeling her panties off. He turned her behind toward him and pressed his hand on her back, motioning her to lean over the sink counter. She leaned over, baring her behind to him. He ran the tip of his very wet penis over her labia, brushing up against her clit now and then and drawing a shudder from her. With one swift motion, he plunged into her and buried himself deeply inside of her. She let out a slow hiss of ecstacy and heard Darth moan softly. He moved very slowly in and out of her as she felt her juices flowing, running down her leg. She had never been this excited before! He grasped her hips with both hands and started pounding into her, sometimes stopping to bury himself completly into her before resuming. She had no idea Bob was this good at fucking. It must have been the thought that he was fucking a stranger! His motions grew more ragged and jerky as he humped her mercilessly, finally burying himself well into her and pumping his semen into her spasming pussy. They stayed motionless for a while. She decided she'd leave before he started talking to her. She extricated herself from his softening penis, pulled up her panties and quickly made her exit before he could stop her.
She left the party immediately. No one seemed to miss her anyway. They were all drunk and strung out. She walked home briskly, furious and hurt. She contemplated divorce. She contemplated all the mean, nasty things she would say to him. She thought of all the excuses he would make and he'd even try to tell her that he knew it was her all along. Bullshit! She flung open the front door and stormed upstairs, only to find Bob in bed, asleep. Immediate fear overtook her brain. She shook him awake and he was obviously sleeping.
"Hi Honey, what's wrong? You look so flushed," he said, sleepily.
Her voice was sharp and shrill, "did you go to the party tonight?". He blinked at her a few times suprised by the tone of her voice.
"No. I went to dad's and had a headache so I came home. I lent my dad the costume. He went instead. Why?"
The end.
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