We were on our way to a Halloween party, my newly married wife and I. I was dressed as a great lumbering Frankenstein while my wife was dressed as a witch's cat. She was drawing plenty of looks as we walked down the dusk-lit street. My wife is twenty-five; quite a bit younger than me -- we were married after only a short acquaintance in a frenzy of shared jollity and desire. She is quite petite, with foxy-brown hair and excitable eyes that light up saucily when she grins her wide, cheeky grin. She's a real fun lover and has an amazing body. Tonight her all-in-one cat suit was black pvc, almost matt black, replete with hood and eye mask and little pointy ears. The suit had a zip that went down from the bust all the way round to just under the tail at the small of her back (presumably designed that way for easy access to the toilet, or other things!). She had it unzipped slightly at the top, showing off her incredible cleavage. She has amazing round tits, and a firm peachy arse to go with it which has a delightful natural wiggle when she walks. Her flesh is soft and milky. Incredible curves!
Anyway, as you can imagine she was creating quite a sensation as we walked the short walk to our (I should say her) friend's house on this barmy evening. I was getting quite jealous but it was tinged with pride and stoked my desire for her fiercely. She just seemed oblivious to it, giggling lightly and chatting about how much she was looking forward to the evening -- she loved fancy dress parties -- taking it all in her stride.
When we got there the party was in full flow. We were met by the hostess, Susanna, her friend, who looked pretty incredible herself. She is quite tall and blonde, but with dark eyes and darkish streaks in her hair, and she was dressed in a stunning witch's outfit. She had fishnet stockings, slightly ripped in places, a short black rara skirt, what looked like a black lace teddy or bodice, and a tall witch's hat, crooked cockily at the top. She held a wand in one hand and a large green cocktail in the other. They screamed ecstatically when they saw each other.
"Oh my god! You've come as my cat!" Susanna yelped, and hugged Becky tightly, spilling a bit of her drink down my wife's back. "Sorry!"
"Doesn't matter, PVC!" Shrieked Becky in return, shrugging her shoulders playfully and giggling in response.
"Hello, Brian. You look fantastic." Susanna said, hugging and kissing me on both cheeks while appraising my outfit. "Now excuse me but I just need to borrow your wife, drinks are in the sitting lounge". With that she dragged Becky off, laughing excitedly and squeaking something about a karaoke machine.
I pottered off round the house, grabbing myself a large drink from the punch bowl on the side board in the front room and admiring the costumes as I went. There were quite a few people there and most had made a really good effort. The women generally looked incredible and the men had not scrimped either. There was the usual blend of ghosts and Draculas, werewolves and zombies. The women were usually witches or devil-sprites, fairies or mummies (sometimes with more skin on show than bandage if you get my drift!). I soon found a friend of mine and stopped to chat as the music blared.
After a while and a couple more drinks, I went to see what Becky was up to. As I say, she's a bit of a party girl but she's not too good at holding her liquor. But I wasn't quite expecting what I found. I had pushed through most of the downstairs rooms and looked around briefly upstairs, when making my way down to the basement room -- they have a kind of second sitting room that opens out onto a garden at the bottom floor -- I came across quite a crowd. The music was playing but in the middle, talking over the noise and the laughs of the crowd, was Susanna. She was playing to her audience, and at her feet, slinking about on all fours and mewling coquettishly, was Becky.
Susanna bent down to pet her kitty. She did so by only bending one knee slightly and keeping the other dead straight. It meant the crowd behind her could see the thong of her teddy under her rara and the bottom of her two rosy buttocks. She peeped back naughtily over her shoulder.
"Have you ever seen a more beautiful pussy?"
The crowd giggled and guffawed heartily.
"Now pussy, wouldn't you like some cream?"
