It was our first Halloween together, and my first wife could not have looked more beautiful.
She was an extremely attractive blonde who was the life of the party. That's what drew me to her when we first met in sophomore year of college. She transferred into my school and immediately made her mark. After a few months, I got her to settle down. Until that night, she had been mine and mine alone. But that beautiful, wild sorority girl was always there inside.
To be honest, I knew that she hadn't gotten all of her wild nights out of her system. She was sheltered until college, monitored closely by her parents freshman year, and finally got a taste of freedom shortly before I met her. She tasted freedom in many ways, with many men and a few women. I still married her. I wasn't sure what I wanted. We had our ups and downs, and I think I was too enamored by the ups to know what the downs would later turn into. A story for another day...
This Halloween night was truly one of our best nights together. I remember vividly watching her put her costume on. Minutes earlier, we had no idea what to wear. A commercial came onto the TV playing Nickelback's Rockstar, their most tolerable song in my opinion. It's actually a pretty decent song that everyone would like more if it were from a one-hit wonder. Anyway, she put her rockstar costume on. She wore Doc Martens boots, fishnets, tight black leather shorts, and a black Motley Crue t-shirt, cut along the bottom with a crop-top underneath. Her lipstick was dark and she wore black eye shadow, making them pop bright blue in contrast. She looked perfect, but I wanted to make one tiny change. I reached into her shorts and pulled out her black g-string, stretching it above her pants into a Y-shape at the back. "Perfect now!" I said as I snapped her thong into place.
