The local news announced Halloween would be canceled due to the pandemic. Her ruby red lips turned downward for a moment and her brow furrowed then she tried to hide her disappointment. That was my woman. Always a bright side. But I knew her too well. Those brown eyes rounded as if to cry. The mood in the room fell. I wasn't sure if it was her shine dimming or my concern for her sadness growing but something had to be done. I slid across the leather couch and pulled her into my arms. My Lois collapsed against me and snuggled into me. I melted around her. "I'm okay, Ray. It's just another down in a long year of downs. It's just one Halloween." I knew better. This woman loved Halloween more than Christmas, I think. She loved giving out candy and then dressing up and going out to a movie in costume and joining our friends for a party after and my favorite part -- taking me like an animal at midnight. We rarely slept on Halloween night. I gave her a hearty hug.
"Hey, how about we do something special, just you and me this Halloween? Whattaya say? Up for a couple's adventure?" She turned her bright face with a saucy smile up at me. But when she raised her eyebrows, I knew we were in for a howling Halloween.
"Costumes?" she asked.
"Well, of course, your choice? Just no tights for either of us. Something hot and sexy, okay, Lois?"
"I've just the idea. But too bad we have to stay in."
"Leave that to me, Lois. I have a few ideas too."
"You're always filled with ideas, Ray." She gave me a juicy kiss and pushed me back onto the leather couch. What was I to do but comply and make the woman happy? "I'll need your clothes for costumes."
"You can have them if you can get them off me." She loved that challenge and proceeded to remove my clothes while caressing, nibbling, and somehow getting naked herself. She rode me in reverse cowboy and I memorized her every move, her curves, the hollow of her spine, to that ass which I held exploring it, squeezing it, brought out of my musing only by her low and building moans. Feeling her orgasm throb against me brought me to her heaven. She snuggled up beside me and I threw the afghan across her. She fell asleep and I watched the moonlight illuminate her, wondering what on Earth I was going to do for Halloween. But so grateful the afghan didn't cover that pumpkin ass of hers.
Eventually, the days passed with her sewing and gluing and sashaying around happy to be creating costumes. I too liked the anticipation and set up our itinerary. Finally, the day arrived. "Here are your costumes. You can pick which one you want, and we can use the rest until thanksgiving." I laughed at her overzealousness.
"I was only expecting one, but these might all come in handy. Are all those yours?"
"Yes, I know I got carried away, but it's Halloween. So, where are we going so I can decide what to wear?"
"Let's throw all these in the car. You wear nothing but your trench coat, fedora, and those stilettos look too good to remove."
"I'll wear my trench, and fedora and these nice Elvis pull away pants. Nice Velcro ideas here." I examined the costumes, and none had a zipper or a button.
"Blonde Marilyn wig or the dark straight Cher wig?"
"Cher first."
We loaded the Aston Martin and headed to our first trick or treat location. The park where we jogged each day. Dimly lit and few people around. I had a tough time taking my hand off that bare knee knowing where the thigh would end and that the tied trench was all there was between us. But I had a plan, best to keep to it.
She was already in her Cher shyness character. The black wig flowing over her breast pocket of the trench and the fedora slightly tipped. We walked in silence her heels the only sound. The sun had just set, and few joggers ran past us. But other than the three cars in the lot we seemed to be the only one in this subdivision park. I spotted the wooden park bench and told her to sit in the center. I went around behind her. A flash of light, as if from a lens, let me know we were right where we should be. I removed the scarf from her neck and ordered her to put her hands behind her. I tied them together then tied them to the slats of the park bench seat. As I kissed her neck from behind and softly moved her face to meet mine, I heard the gentle click and swishing of the camera aperture. I knew she would be my treat, and this would be my trick for her. She had crossed her legs. I whispered in her ear, "Spread them. Wider." She complied. "I want him to get some good shots of you." Her head snapped toward the clicking sound and she saw the man in the black trench coat with a full black ski mask. His black jeans and boots and black hat rendered him almost invisible. Except for the camera reflecting the streetlight or moonlight from time to time.
"Ray!"