It was the annual Golf Club Halloween Party night on Friday. This was usually the event of the year when everyone went all out to impress with their costumes and the club was transformed into a spooky cavern with fake cobwebs and dancing skeletons.
I had decided to go as a sexy vampire. I had bought an extremely low cut satin black and red basque, black satin mini skirt, fishnet stockings and 4 inch patent heels. To finish things off I would wear a black velvet cape and had a wig of long dark shiny hair and black lipstick.
When I showed the outfit to my husband Bob on the Wednesday he sneered at me and said "do you think you are sexy .... you look stupid". I was used to his criticisms but it still hurt as his usual way of amusing himself was to ridicule me and make me feel stupid.
The next night he went to the pub for a few drinks and when he came back he literally bounced off the walls as he had drunk a bit too much. He was his usual argumentative self and demanded that I put my Halloween outfit on again. "I know what you can do to please me at the party" he snarled "I want you to go down to the locker room at 8.30 pm and wait for me there, when I come in wearing my Darth Vader costume I want you to lift my cloak and suck my cock". You can practise now if you like and unzipped his trousers to reveal his half-hearted erection. I got down on my knees and started sucking but the effects of the beer was taking its toll and no matter how much I sucked it was having no effect on his dick. My jaw was starting to ache and I wondered whether I would ever manage to make him cum when I heard him start to snore. "Thank god" I said to myself and crept away to bed leaving him asleep on the chair.
I lay awake for a long time that night thinking things over. I blamed myself for the way he treated me as I had had an affair a few years previously but I hated the way he spoke to me and how he made me feel. I knew I didn't deserve to be treated that way but I also knew that if I didn't do as he said he wouldn't speak to me for days and he would make things difficult for me.
In the earlier days of our marriage we had a fairly good sexual relationship but now it was all about his pleasure and I wasn't allowed to get any enjoyment out of it. He rarely made love to me and I couldn't remember the last time he had given me oral sex but at the same time expected me to go down on him on demand.
He text me the next evening and said that he would be late arriving at the party but that I should just go along at 7.30 pm with our friends. At 8.30 pm I should do as he asked and wait in the locker room.
I got ready for the party listening to some loud rock music to get me in the mood for a party. I applied my make up carefully, put on my stockings and a red silk thong, added the basque, mini skirt and my extremely high heels. When I had finished I really felt that I looked stunning and no matter what cruel thing Bob might say to me tonight I knew that I looked good. When our friends arrived to pick me up they agreed.
I really wasn't sure whether to risk his wrath by not doing as he said or whether just to get it over with and enjoy the rest of the evening afterwards.
The party was in full swing when we arrived, the hall had been decorated to the usual high standards and with carefully applied lighting looked like a large spooky cave. I ordered a double gin and tonic at the bar to help me decide what to do about Bob's request and managed to relax slightly. "What the hell" I thought "it's just a blow job and he is my husband".
Just before 8.30 I spotted the familiar Darth Vader costume out in the corridor heading towards the locker room "dam" I thought "I should already be in there waiting".