“I love your costume,” I said. I put my hand on her bare shoulder just as she started to turn her head. “Don’t move.”She stopped turning and sipped from her drink. “Why not?” she asked out of the corner of her mouth.“Because my wife is around here somewhere and I don’t want her to see us together,” I leaned down into her ear and whispered. “I always hated those damn, smug Dalmatians.”She lowered the plastic cup from her lips and turned to face me. “All I wanted was a new coat.” There was a broad smile on her face.I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Who was this random guy talking to her from behind a Zorro mask?Zorro was the only costume I could find at the last minute. J had told me about the costume party at her work only 2 days before and when I got to the store, the only costumes they had left in my size were Party Gorilla, Crash Test Dummy and Zorro. I think I made the right choice. “What are you going as?” I asked J when she told me I would be meeting her at her office this Friday to schmooze and drink with her co-workers.She walked right up to me and placed a soft finger on my lips. “Can’t tell you that,” she said in her sultry voice. “It’s a secret.” She brushed past me, leaving with a little extra wiggle in her walk. “You’ll just have to find me when you get there.”I spent the next two days with an almost permanent hard-on. I knew what this was about the moment she refused to let me in on her costume selection. My mischievous, little J wanted to role-play. That was fine with me, as long as she understood she was leaving the door open for me to tease her as much as I wanted.I texted J fifteen minutes after I was supposed to be at the party. ‘I’ll be there in 30 minutes. 10 if you give me a hint about what you’re wearing.’I knew she’d be mad I was late. ‘Can’t talk right now, I lost my sheep.’ Was her response. You were required to wear a mask to this party, even if it didn’t fit your costume and I knew J didn’t want me to have an easy time finding her in the crowd.   I’m not sure what she was thinking, even in a room full of people, my eyes would always be able to find my wife. I spotted J the second I walked in the door. Even behind the pigtail wig and light blue mask which covered most of her face, I knew it was her. I let my gaze dance down her body, stopping on the basket only long enough to see that Toto was a stuffed toy and not a real dog. Bo Peep, huh? If anyone ever needed proof that God was a man, they only had to look at my wife to see he must be a guy, because he put someone on this earth who designed, manufactured and then sold the Dorothy costume J was wearing tonight. The skirt was descent, mid-thigh maybe, and the white thigh-high stockings J had opted for, left only a few inches of her spectacular legs visible. It was a particularly dirty trick, because she knew exactly what that piece of bare thigh did to me. Her ruby red slippers sparkled with sequins and I had to fight to look away so she wouldn’t catch me staring at her. Her costume tap-danced on the line of being appropriate and being too sexy for a work function. I’m not the one who made Halloween the one time of year a woman can dress slutty and get away with it, but I was appreciative of whoever had made it so. J’s costume pleased my eyes and I was glad I’d gotten the loose-fitting Zorro costume, because my cock stiffened the second I saw her.I wanted to run to her the moment I saw her, drag her into the closest office, bend her over the desk and have my way with her, but my thoughts quickly turned to the way she’d teased me two days earlier and I fought back the urge to go take her. It was time to get some revenge; show her what teasing is really about. You wanna play, little girl? Well, let’s see how much you can handle.Cruela was my first stop. She was standing in the corner by herself, reading a motivational poster on the wall with a tiger and some inspirational saying on it. She looked like she was there as a plus one for someone who worked with J, or maybe she was there with her boyfriend/husband. Whatever her situation was, she was just close enough to J’s stature that it was believable.I flirted with Cruela for a bit longer. I knew J was watching me from across the room, I just wondered how much she would take before she butted in.I leaned in slowly, moving my mouth towards Cruela’s bright red lips.Cruela recoiled as I got closer. “What are you doing?” She asked, placing a hand on my chest.I put a gloved hand to my mouth. “Oh my, God. I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”Our interaction had been just loud enough to draw the attention of a small group who stood nearby. I could almost hear J giggling at my mistake from across the crowded room.I turned around and surveyed the room, doing my best to look embarrassed and confused.Cinderella was my next mistake. Again, she was similar in size to my wife, but I was running out of options she would find believable. Princess Jasmine was clearly too tall to be J and didn’t even let me speak before she dismissed me. Little Red Riding Hood was Korean and almost too friendly for my liking.“Don’t turn around,” I said to Snow White. “My wife is in this room somewhere.”I saw the tension fill Snow White’s shoulders. I might have inadvertently stumbled upon an affair and not known it.“She thought it’d be funny to invite me to her work party and not tell me what she was dressed as. So now I’m going to make her pay for it and I need your help.”Snow White spun around and looked at me. I could see the anxiety flush out of her body, I clearly wasn’t who she thought I was. “What do you need me to do?”I grinned at her, glad she was willing to play along. “Smack me.”“Smack you?”“Yes.”“Hard?”“Do you want to smack me hard?” I asked.“We are trying to convince her, aren’t we?” There was a devilish glint in her eyes; maybe I was her chance to make her other man jealous.“Sure, smack away.” God, I hoped J was watching, because I could see this was going to hurt.Snow White wound-up hard. “Pervert!” she ad-libbed a moment before delivering an open hand slap which shock my entire nervous system.“I’m sorry,” I offered. This time I was certain the entire party had seen what transpired between us.I left the room, rubbing my jaw as I went. If it wasn’t swollen yet, it would be soon.The hallway outside the office was empty and I headed towards the bay window at the end to catch a glimpse of my face. I couldn’t see myself all that well in the reflection, but I could clearly make-out the impression of Snow White’s palm as my face began to swell. Over my shoulder, I saw Dorothy coming down the hallway towards me. Toto swung to and fro in the basket she had balanced in the crook of her left forearm. J always held her purse like this; arm bent horizontal to her body, elbow tucked tight to her side, palm turned up to the sky. I don’t know what it was about it, it was so innocuous and subtle, but it was one of those small things about her that always had an effect on me. I eyed her in the window as she approached. God my wife was an absolute smokeshow. How had I gotten so lucky?She moved in behind me. “Havin’ a tough night, Zorro?”I looked back at her in the reflection of the glass. “You don’t know the half of it, Dorothy.”“What seems to be the problem?”“I doubt you could help me with it.”I wanted to wheel around, tear her clothes off and climb onto her right then and there.“I have some pretty powerful friends, you know. The wizard and I are on a first name basis, after all.”I’d had enough. The sight of my wife in her costume had made me hard the instant I laid eyes on her and the fabric of these cheap polyester pants was being tested by her proximity at the moment.“Did you bring the wizards hot-air balloon with you tonight?” I asked. Our eyes were locked in the reflection of the glass, neither of us could look away.“It’s in the shop,” J said. “But I borrowed the cowardly lions red Range Rover. I could always give you a lift in that.”J’s Lexus was in the shop for repairs and I hadn’t even been in her rented Range Rover yet.“I’ve never seen the backseat of a Range Rover. Is it big?”“Why don’t you meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes and I’ll show you.”I put my right hand up to my mouth and slowly pulled the fingers out one-by-one with my teeth. “Ten minutes?” I slid my bare hand down to my side and back between J’s legs. She quivered when the tip of my finger grazed her underwear. “I can’t wait ten minutes,” I told her. I rubbed the pad of my finger up the front of her underwear and J fell forward into my back.“I don’t… I can’t…I…Fuck,” she said into my back. I watched in the window as the tiny fingers of her left hand wrapped around the sword which hung at my side. She squeezed it, stroking it up and down. She was panting, breathing heavily through the thin fabric of my cape. Her breath was warm, but not as warm as the dampness I felt on the fabric of her underwear.“You’ll go now,” I said in a calm tone.“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t just leave the party.”I worked my finger in through the side of her panties and J came up on her heels, parting her legs for me. The heat grew more intense and I pushed the tip of my finger into her wet pussy.She lifted her head and looked back into my eyes in the glass.“You’ll go now, won’t you?” I said.Her eyes were half-closed. “Yes, sir,” she said with a snarl of her lip.“Good girl.”I started to pull my finger out of her, but stopped. I needed just a little bit more to tide me over until I could get her into that backseat. I pushed my finger back in as far as it could go and took it out immediately.“So not fair,” J said with a huff.I passed my finger up through her lips and wiggled it back and forth over her swollen clit.“We better get going, Dorothy,” I said after I’d removed my hand from between her legs. I spun around and we finally got a look at each other. I placed my hand softly on her left side; J’s eyes were expectant. Like me, she didn’t want to wait a moment longer.I pressed on her hip and she spun around. I brushed a pigtail off of her left shoulder and kissed her behind the ear. “Follow the yellow brick road,” I commanded in her ear.The rug was actually maroon, but J went along, almost floating on a cloud with my hand at her lower back.The temperature in the backseat of the Range Rover rocketed a thousand degrees the moment I slid in behind J. She hadn’t exactly parked in the most secluded part of the lot, but it was nighttime and the windows were tinted. Not that I cared at the moment, but at least we had a slight chance of not being seen.Her mouth found mine before I could even drop my sword. She kissed like I did; no holding back. We kissed soft at first, our lips parting, tongues entwining together. It got heated quickly though and before too long, our teeth were scrapping together and J nibbled at my bottom lip when I tried to pull back from her.“Noooo,” she whimpered with my lip between her teeth.“Hang on.”I snaked an arm around her waist and lifted her up and over onto my lap. The passenger seat was pushed all the way back, so I slid over and in behind the driver’s seat with J on my lap now. J was short and her seat was further ahead, offering us more room to maneuver.“Better?” I asked.She ground her pussy down hard on my lap. “Much better.”She pushed down harder on me and I squeezed her ass.I pulled back from her.“Nooo.” She protested again. “What the fuck, Travis?”“Sit up.”“Why?”“I said sit up.” The words came out harshly. I didn’t mean to snap at her like I had, but I couldn’t take anymore. She clearly heard the intensity in my voice, because she raised up, hovering above my lap without further protestation.I locked my arms behind her back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”She stopped moving to get off of me. “You said sit up.”“I did, but I never told your ass to go anywhere. So you just hang there for a minute.”As much as I would have loved to lay her across that big backseat and lick her clit until she kicked the windows out, I was past the point of engaging in foreplay, I wanted to be inside of her more than I wanted my next breath and I tore the front of my pants open with a violent jerk when the knot of the drawstring wouldn’t loosen.J rested against the back of the driver’s seat. “I guess you won’t be returning that costume,” she quipped.The window beside my head was coated with a thick fog. If anyone happened to wonder past the car, there’d be no denying what was going on inside.My cock stood at full attention, J hovering over it, a sheen of sweat glistening on her chest.I grabbed the white front of her top and ripped it in two. “Looks like you won’t be either.” Her breasts fell out of the edge of the ripped fabric. “Really, J? No bra tonight?”She looked down at me and nibbled on her lip. “Travis, baby. Believe me, you were going to be getting lucky at some point tonight and a girl has to plan for these things.”Despite the heat of the interior, her nipples were rock-hard and my mouth found them fast. I groped and squeezed her breasts. I might have been being too rough with her; I didn’t know for sure, I was lost in the moment and knew she would have let me know if I was. But she didn’t protest, just lowered herself down and bucked on top of my throbbing erection, locking her hands behind my neck and breathing heavy on the top of my head.“Fuck this,” I groaned; the smoothness of her damp underwear between us angered me. “I need to be inside you.” I forced a hand down in between us and pushed her underwear to the side. “Grab my cock.” J lifted up a few inches and did as she was told. “I’m crawling out of my fucking skin here, J. Put it in, God damn it!”She squeezed the heft of my shaft. I swear to God, I had never been this hard in my life. Mercifully, she dropped down and the head of my dick fit in sweetly between her juicy lips.I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down firmly, I wanted every inch I had deep inside of her immediately. She fell forward and bit my neck. “God, Travis,” she whimpered. I kissed her chest, pushing her breasts together so I could get both nipples in my mouth at the same time.I hate to admit it, but it was so intense and animal, that the orgasm started to bubble up in me quickly. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I hated it. But this is what she did to me sometimes. Sometimes she was just more than I could handle and I came quickly.“J,” I said between gasps for air. “I need you to slow down, baby. Or I’m gonna cum.”I know she heard me, but she didn’t listen. She picked up her pace, moving back and forth across my lap faster and faster. J leaned forward against me and her legs came up behind her, I could hear her heels clicking together as she rode me. Were we about to crash-land in Kansas?I reached behind her and cupped both cheeks of her ass. “J, stop.”Again, she didn’t respond, just kept her frantic pace.“J,” I groaned. “You’ve gotta slow down.”“I can’t.” The words came out garbled. “I can’t… stop. I don’t care if you cum.”I gripped her ass tight and moved her up and down on top of me with force. If she didn’t care, then I didn’t care. Eruption was imminent.J started to moan. The only words I could make out were my name and a string of words you can’t repeat in church. She took her hands from behind my head, lifted my shirt and raked her nails up my sides with just enough pressure to leave a mark on my skin. Her touch pushed me past my limits and I shot-off inside of her, still moving her up and down on top of my straining hard-on.She pulled the mask down over my nose, tore the bandanna off of my head and snatched a handful of my hair in her fingers. She jerked my head back and stared into my eyes with an intensity I couldn’t ever remember seeing before. The mask on her face was slightly askew, covering her left eye partially, but she never moved to readjust it, she just stared.Was she watching me orgasm? Did she want to be in the moment with me while I came, to keep the memory inside of her forever?Sweat ran down my forehead and stung my eyeballs.“We can’t go back in like this.” I said  “Why not?”
“My wife is somewhere in there.”