I had received an invitation to an online costume party for adults. I wasn't sure what to wear but I knew I had a few naughty outfits in my closet that would spark quite a bit of attention and raise more then the eyebrows of the men there. I RSVP to the invitation and decided to browse the closet for possible eye catchers.
What caught my eye was a little number I bought for St. Valentine's Day. I figure why not get some more use out of something my husband enjoyed seeing me wear. I hung the outfit outside of my closet door and went to look for the accessories to go with it. I just hoped no one else would be wearing an outfit like mine.
I called my husband into the bedroom because I couldn't find all the pieces I needed, and I wanted him to look on the closet shelves to check for them.
"What's up with this? He asked when he saw my sexy French Maid costume.
"Online costume party in the Naughty Cam Room tonight." I informed him.
"Sounds like your kind of place. Mind if I watch?" He asked.
"Mind, I insist that you watch! Besides I may need your assistance."
In fact I did want his assistance this evening, and I knew he didn't mind rendering it. I explained to him what I planned on doing, for my entrance to the party
First, I asked him to polish my footwear, a pair of 6 inch heeled Fetish Pumps. He happily buffed them to a high gloss. Then I required some personal attention.
"Honey, what time is it? I asked. "It's 6:15. Why, are you late or something?"
"Or something..." I replied coyly, knowing it curiously would lead him to where I was. "Oh my...can I help? He asked walking in to the bathroom where I stood nude pouring bath salt into the water in the tub. "Of course you may." I answered being overly polite, before pointing at the counter of our double sink, where a can of shaving foam and a brand new lady razor; the contoured kind made for curves and nooks of a woman' body; waited for him. I hopped on the counter and wet my legs with my hands. Then my husband lathered and shaved me; smooth! I normally preferred depilatory creams; no razor bumps; but the feel of someone else shaving me, makes my juices flow, and I wanted to be juicy this evening. After being shaved I requested a glass of wine, to get my husband and his roaming hands out of the bathroom before he could ravage me. Locking the door after he left I eased myself into the tub to soak in peace.
A glass of wine was set on the vanity waiting for me when I came out the bathroom, so was my husband reclining on the bed. "I'm getting ready for a party not a camping trip...so you and that tent you pitched in your pants have to go away Buster." I laughed at him.
I pinned up my hair, fixed my face, and dressed. I put on the black mini dress and stuffed a set of push-up pads in the bodice, the girls were plumped nicely, apron, headpiece, white ruffled wrist cuffs, the black lacy garters and fishnets, and shoes. I lacked the ruffled panties, because my husband tore them off of me the last time I wore the outfit and I do mean tore as in pieces. So I substituted with a pair of white lace bikinis, which I pulled on last. I added the mask from my cat woman costume; it's similar to the Lone Ranger's except for the cat's eye shape. I checked myself in the mirror, asked my husband how I looked?
"Like a naughty little..." He took a long pause before saying "Maid!"
"Perfect. I'm ready then. Come on we're going to use the downstairs computer."
"Downstairs? What about the kids?"
The kids are twenty five and twenty one. It's the weekend, but I had to break it down for him.
"They went out with their friends they'll be out late it is Saturday night!" I explained. Besides that made things more exciting with the possibility of being caught doing something un-mom like, I'm not June Cleaver!
Once we were downstairs, I turned on all the lights in the den so the computer's camera would have plenty of light. I pulled my telescoping duster out the closet, since I don't own one of those old fashion feather ones, and got ready for the show, the "Lola show!"
The site I was going to was private, and a password was required to log on, but I wouldn't be using my regular user ID instead tonight I would be: Pussygalor.
Before logging on I had my husband set up the camcorder tripod and put the little web camera on it. We tested it making sure the lighting was good. Then I logged in.
Once in the room my husband became camera man and sat near the computer so he could type my replies to the questions I was certain would be asked. My husband is a pretty good director also, and he requested that I slowly walk away from the camera to give the room a full length view of my outfit. The moderators started in first.
BBWXXX: Hello Pussygalor, who are you I don't recall you being here before? (Devil)
Pussygalor: I come here all the time. How else would I know the password?
BBWXXX: good point, but I know everyone here and I don't know you and who is Pussy the person typing or the slutty maid?
Pussygalor: Pussy is the Maid, I'm her boss. And only I get to call names BX...
BBWXXX: Well excuse me.
That was not completely true I had been there before and know some of the regulars, it was one of them that supplied the password and invited me. BBWXXX was always a hater; she was a big woman but not a beauty, inside or out.
My husband kept me up on the room's banter, so I could reply accordingly.
Then my husband directed me to turn around slowly so the room could see the front of my outfit. Even without the mask most folks in the room wouldn't know me, but I wanted to keep some anonymity even online. I wouldn't want to end up on MILFs GONE WILD or something similar to it. Even the folks that could correctly guess who was behind the Maid's mask would never get that confirmation from me. I continued to enjoy complements from most of the people in the room.
OLDDawg1954: Nice legs PG turn around let see the backside again. (Cowboy)
Grl4Girls: Wow nice outfit! I had one like it but my girlfriend ripped it trying to squeeze her big ass in it! LOL: D (Mr. Spock?)
bigDIC9: Damn girl are you going to do something beside dust chairs? (Tarzan)
Etc, etc, etc....
I moved around the den pretending to dust, making sure to bend over plenty of times for extended periods to tease those who wanted to watch me. Okay sue me for stirring the pot in a room full of attention tramps. I still had my clothes on, so if they wanted to watch what else could I do.
"Honey your private message box is blowing up." My husband informed me.
"Put them all on ignore! I 'm not in the mood to deal with horny cyber addicts."
