My wife and I have been married for a bit over ten years. We've always had a good relationship, but both of us have felt like the sex life had gotten a bit routine. Maybe that's partly having to raise kids, maybe it's because both of us work, who knows. All I know is both of us have felt like things had gotten too routine, and both of us wanted to find a way to fix it. We spent one night without the kids, just talking about fantasies, and exploring what each other thought was provocative or interesting, from the relatively benign, like clothing, to the extremes.
We had started some role playing and such, but were just really starting to touch into the fantasy world, when one night I came home to what appeared to be an empty house, except for my wife, who was stretched out naked on the kitchen table, surrounded by small dishes of foods. We spent an enjoyable and sexy night eating the various dishes, some of them off her hot body, others that I fed to her. Of course there was plenty of really good sex to go along with it. But since that incident a couple months ago, she hadn't really done anything and I wondered if she were having second thoughts about it all.
Now, my wife is a real reader, and I suspected she had every book on how to spice up your relationship that the self help aisle had in it. I doubted that there was a page that was left unread. When I walked in from work the one thing that stood out was the complete lack of the books laying around the house. Usually there were piles of books sitting around everywhere. Not just her self help books, but books of all kinds. Every pile of books, which other than kids toys, were the only real clutter around otherwise clean house, were put up in a book case in the livingroom. That in itself was a bit odd. What was even more odd was the clothing bag hanging in the hallway that contained what appeared to be a roman soldiers costume.
I was greeted not by her normal quick peck, but a hot wet kiss that I learned a long time ago meant "I'm horny as hell!" I didn't even have time to ask what was up before she announced that we were going to a party, a Halloween party of all things. I asked about the kids, and she told me that after trick or treat she would take them to her mothers, and right after that we would go to the party, so we might as well wear our costumes for trick or treat.
After a quick dinner, we got the kids ready and then went into our room to dress. She insisted that I wear the outfit without underwear, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but one look at her outfit and I quickly agreed. Her outfit, which was a female Zorro getup, was made up of knee high black boots and a pair of skin tight pants that made her ass and legs look spectacular. Her top was an even bigger surprise. I really couldn't believe she was planning on going out dressed the way she was. The top was incredibly tight over her breasts, which since she got pregnant were now a nice full thirty eight D. In addition to tight, the thin , low cut, bare midriff top made her lack of bra obvious and her hard nipples stood prominently out inside the thin material. I doubted anyone would be watching the kids when she went to the door. She spun around and showed me that the back was almost non-existent, with the shirt scooping down in the back until it was only a strap a few inches wide holding the stretchy, skin tight material to her breasts. She finished off the outfit with a black sash type mask and a large hat with a flat round brim.
"DAMN!" I said quietly as she turned for me and then strode over to me, sliding a hand up my leg and under my skirt to my quickly hardening dick. "You really going out in that?"
"You like?"
"Hell yes!" I answered enthusiastically.
"Good. I hoped you would." She said as she stroked my dick slowly. "I want you really horny for later. I have big plans for this."
"We don't really have to go to the party. We could just stay here."
"uh uh uh. You're just being a bad boy now. No, the party is definitely on."
"Ok." I said raising my eyebrows. She hadn't ever gone out in public in anything even remotely this revealing, so I was willing to go along with just about anything she wanted to do."
"I think I'll take the kids. Why don't you man the door and hand out the candy?" she said as I stroked the smooth material stretched over her tits. If you couldn't tell I'm really a tit man at heart.
"Sure if you want." I said, somewhat disappointed that I wasn't going to get to parade around town and maybe grab a bit of ass or more in the dark.
"I know what you're thinking, and don't even think about it." She said with a grin, letting go of my hard dick and heading for the bedroom door.
I really didn't have any more chances to try to feel her up before the doorbell started going off. She slipped out with the kids, blowing me a kiss before disappearing into the dark while I handed out little candy bars to the kids.
It was almost an hour into the trick or treat time and the partly cloudy sky was just beginning to glow from the rising nearly full moon. I had been handing out candy pretty regularly and was not the least surprised when the bell rang yet again. I opened the door and leaned down to give out the candy and froze in mid motion. Standing on the doorstep was a woman in a nearly identical zorro outfit. After a very long double take, I handed out the candy, doing my best to not take my eyes off the raven haired beauty standing in the pool of light in front of me.
She was a bit shorter than my wife, and her skin color and features were definitely south of the border, probably really Mexican or south American. Her shoulder length black hair flowed over her shoulders, which were barely covered by the skin tight bare midriff top. Her simply fantastic tits were even larger than my wife's, each the size of a good melon, and as I stood and stared, I could see her nipples harden slightly, each easily the size of a nickel in width.
"Gracias Senior." She said with a smile as she ushered her two kids off the porch. She looked back and winked at me as she walked down the walk, leaving me staring at her retreating back and swaying hips. If I didn't know better I'd say she were making them swing even more just for me.
I finally stepped back and closed the door, only then realizing that my hardening dick had tented out my "uniform" until it was obvious even to me that she had to have seen it. I shook my head and tried to put her out of my mind, but each time the bell rang her hot body flooded my mind.
Finally the bewitching hour ended, and according to the rules we were to put off the lights and stop handing out candy. There were a few kids who came to the darkened door. The first few I gave candy to, and then started to ignore the bell. My wife called my cell and said she would be walking the kids to her mothers and then be home. I settled in to wait, thinking of partly her and partly the raven haired Mexican that had shown up. Wearing only the skirt type uniform I soon found myself unconsciously stroking my hard dick as I thought about the two of them.
