It was the first day of my new job that I learned about the hotwife that worked in our office, namely, Jessie, the 5'5" slender brunette in her early 30s with a slender frame, deep brown eyes and perfect mouth. Since my job required me to spend a lot of time with her and the chemistry between us was undeniable from the start, I guess it was only a matter of time until I got to participate in her ritual. Once a month Jessie's husband allowed her to sleep with another guy with the one condition that she film it so he could watch it later. Several other guys in the office had been a part of it too before my arrival to the company.
After my night with Jessie, things at work remained very much the same, which is a good thing. It didn't take long for word to spread, so naturally some of my male coworkers congratulated me and asked for details. My relationship with Jessie stayed consistent - we got along great and had a good time working together. I didn't know if speaking about the sex we had was on the table during office hours, so I didn't bring it up, and neither did she, so the topic wasn't even discussed. Things continued normally for the next several weeks while I wondered if I'd ever get another chance with Jessie. The sex was awesome and something I would repeat if I ever had the opportunity.
Another thing that clung to my mind for the next few weeks was the mention of an office party Jessie had thrown in the past for Halloween. The guys talked about it like it was something sexy but would never give me details. Despite the fact that the guys who had fucked Jessie like I did were comfortable speaking shamelessly about their dates with her, the few guys who made mention of this party told me no details except that Jessie would have to be the one to tell me anything. After fucking Jessie that blissful night back in September, I even asked her about it, to which she responded that I would be invited.
It was now the last week of October. Halloween was this coming weekend, and I had heard nothing. I wanted to bring it up again but didn't want to be a pest. Finally, on hump day, I was working on a report with Jessie when she asked me what I was doing Friday, which would be the night before Halloween.
"Nothing," I said. I had plans to go to a Halloween party with some friends, but it was nothing I couldn't get out of, and there was no way it would be worth missing out on time with Jessie outside of work. Even without her saying anything specifically about doing anything Friday yet, I didn't want to take the chance.
"Remember you asked me about my Halloween office party?" she asked.
"Yes. Are you having it this year?"
"This Friday at 8 pm," she answered as she continued to look at her computer. "It'll be here in the conference room." She then looked up from her computer, remaining mostly expressionless, but I noticed the corner of her mouth twitch like she was suppressing amusement or excitement. "Dress up. Theme is typical monster, ghost, whatever - something scary. Traditional Halloween stuff."
I affirmed I would be there, and we finished our meeting. Afterward, I texted my friend to let him know I had to bail on his party and why. He knew all about Jessie, so he understood. We were both hoping, somehow, I'd get to fuck Jessie again because of this party. The party had to be worth it, given how the guys talked about it without saying much about it at all.
As for a costume, I had no idea. I wasn't planning on dressing up since I'm in my 30s and don't have kids. That night I went to one of those Halloween stores you find everywhere to pick up whatever I could find. I wasn't the only one waiting until two or three days before, since the place was very busy, but I pulled out some creepy skeleton thing that was still available and at least not the most expensive thing there. I didn't want to spend a lot of money on something silly, but if it was required to go to this party, it was worth the investment.
The next couple days went by as normal for the most part. Things with Jessie were standard: enjoyable albeit non-sexual, which is difficult on you when you've had sex - amazing sex - with the girl. Friday at lunch presented the only anomaly when one of my coworkers asked rather quietly if I was going to Jessie's party tonight. I said yes, and he grinned wide. "Did she tell you anything else about it?"
"Still nothing," I said. "Just to wear a costume."
"Come ready," he said. "It's hot."
"How so?"