Authors Note: As most of you who frequent my stories can guess, these entries are typical length for me. Lots of story development and of course LOTS of good titillating action. I hope you all enjoy them and of course VOTE (Preferably with 5 starts)! Enjoy! M.
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When I got married I had no idea that my sister in law came along as a packaged deal. I don't mean that to sound mean. I care a lot for my sister-in-law Amanda. She and my wife Julia could easily be twins, even though they're two years apart in age. Amanda is over frequently. And by frequently I mean sometimes as much as every other day. She's pleasant and I have become fond of her over the last ten years. We've joked around that she's my second wife, but we all know that it's only in jest and that she's actively seeking what she calls a "reasonable facsimile to what my sister captured".
Yeah, I'm pretty handy around the house, I make a decent amount of money, I'm reasonably attentive to my wife's needs and oh yeah, my wife has apparently expounded to her sister on my virtues in the bedroom. Needless to say both Amanda and Julia share all their secrets. I kind of wish I had a sibling I was that close to. I rarely talk to my brothers and see them even less frequently.
Amanda is a sweet woman. Like my wife, she's kind, funny, good looking, even at thirty seven, and to be honest if I hadn't met Julia first there's a good chance that I would have been attracted to Amanda. But all things being equal I'm more than happy with my life with Julia and wouldn't trade her for anything, and I do mean ANYTHING!
My wife enjoys socializing and going to and throwing parties, which is generally fine with me, except for one rather nagging issue; my work schedule is far from fixed. My wife can count on her regular Monday through Friday eight to five schedule, but mine is rarely that nice. I can get sent off at a moment's notice to go fly across the country to solve a problem, or get scheduled to go to a customer site for a routine upgrade. Most times I don't know what my schedule will be more than a few days ahead. Even weekends aren't sacred. I have been sent out on Friday afternoon and not made it back until the next week.
Obviously this schedule issue has been a difficult one for my wife's planning of parties and social events. On more than one occasion I've missed parties she has planned at our own home because at the last minute my schedule changed. In general the best I could do is to "intend" to go, but I rarely commit to show up on a weeknight. So when Amanda came to convince us to go to a Halloween party in the middle of the week I wasn't particularly enthused. Don't get me wrong, I think I'd enjoy a good costume party, but planning almost three weeks ahead? I couldn't guarantee that I'd make it.
It took a whole week for Amanda and Julia to convince me to go to this particular party, not because I was averse to going, but because I doubted that if I carried out all the required planning, getting a costume and everything, something wouldn't come up and make it impossible for me to attend.
A full week before the party, Amanda, Julia and I went shopping for costumes. In my case I quickly settled on Captain America, a selection neither of the ladies seemed to appreciate for some reason. Both of them were pushing me toward much more revealing costumes.
Being women I wasn't surprised in the least when they had trouble deciding on a costume. I saw oh so many costumes being tried on, some traditional, some rather revealing and a few in Amanda's case, rather sexy. I suggested that they go as twin lady Godiva's but of course that got slapped down rather quickly with more than a scowl from my wife. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't exactly like my wife being ogled that way, but I wouldn't at all mind getting some good long views of Amanda's body. I'd seen some flashes over the last few years, but long looks have been quite missing. Oh well...
In the end it seemed that my wife was leaning toward Cleopatra and Amanda seemed to find a scanty fairy costume pleasing, although each had two other selections they were toying with. With my costume reserved and a promise from the girls to call the next day and confirm which they wanted, there was little left to do but wait for the appointed date.
Three days before the party it happened. I knew it would. I've had too many birthdays, anniversaries and other special family events side tracked because some customer's equipment went down and the more local field service technicians couldn't resolve the issues. So instead of going to the party I'd be sitting in Pittsburg thinking about my wife dressed as Cleopatra, at the party, wishing I was there to take advantage of it. My wife let me know she was very disappointed, but she understood and I encouraged her to go anyway.
As it turned out, I got things going quicker than expected and was flying home in time to be at the party, well mostly. I was going to be late, by a long shot! My wife phoned me while I waited for my flight to board that Amanda had picked up my costume and it would be waiting for me at home. All I had to do was change and come to the party.
To be honest I was tired. When I walked into the bedroom at home well past eight, the last thing I felt like doing was going to a party. I wanted to drop into bed and take a nap, for like three days! But the suit bag on the bed had a note from my wife attached. "See you at the party. Come find me!"
Yeah, you guessed it, I was going to go to the party and skip the nap. I opened the bag and to my surprise found not a captain America costume, but roman soldier uniform!
"There was a mix-up at the costume shop. America was gone, welcome Roman Centurion! A. PS. Julia said you'd never wear it like a true Roman. They didn't use briefs back then."
I looked at the costume. It looked more like a short dress than a soldier suit. I stripped off my shirt and pants and picked up the costume. I slipped the short dress on, the bottom of the cream colored linen skirt only coming down to mid-thigh. I pulled on the plastic breast plate to my chest and buckled the leather straps in place. I shook my head at what I must have looked like as I placed the plastic leggings on my shins and strapped them in place.
Almost all the way dressed, I strapped on the short sword and then lowered the helmet down over my head. I walked to my wife's full length mirror and looked at myself. The costume really did look kind of like a roman soldier I'd seen in a lot of the movies. The helmet came down and covered more than half my face. I doubted anyone could really tell who I was. I walked back to the bed to pick up my car keys and looked down at the note again.
"PS. Julia said you'd never wear it like a true roman. They didn't use briefs back then."
No doubt it was a challenge by Amanda. The question was, would I take it? She knew I had a hard time resisting a challenge. I reached under my skirt and slid my briefs down and stepped out of them, tossing them on the bed next to the note before turning to head out of the bedroom.
It wasn't a long drive to the party, a little less than fifteen minutes to the main building of the country club, but it was still past nine when I got there. Now all I had to do was find my wife.
