5 comments/ 23401 views/ 0 favorites Halloween - Two Wizards By: TonyDowse TWO WIZARDS The place was a whirling cacophonous jostle of laughing, shouting, some impatiently crying, children - each one hell-bent on obtaining their choice, that is until they saw some other child's undoubtedly even better one. It was my first taste of the pre-Halloween hell of hiring a child's costume - but then in the year since the divorce I had had many such new experiences. Josh, my eight year old son, had been planning for weeks to go as his absolutely favourite character - 'Spiderman' - that was until his teacher had come up with her own plan. Recognising the realities of 21st century life, in which not all 'families' were nuclear, she had proposed, very generously I thought, to organise an evening that all the children could be involved in - including those whose parent/s or carer/s might actually be working. She had co-opted those adults who were able to help out and organised the class into several groups, so the occupants of each house they visited wouldn't find themselves assailed by all twenty or so excited children. Less enthusiastically heard, at least by the children, was the idea that would ensure the entire class wouldn't all go around in just the same half dozen outfits. To a non-parenting adult even that part of the scheme seemed a good one, a well thought out way of ensuring creative variety - however, to a parent of a child who missed out in the ballot, it was of course an unmitigated disaster. And I, unwittingly, was one of those. I had spent much of the last several days dealing with Josh's initially heart-broken tears and tantrums and it was only with some difficulty that I finally managed to persuade him that the character he had drawn in the ballot was in some ways an even better one. After all, Spiderman had never had to face a Balrog, as Gandalf had, and after all Gandalf had won! I'm not sure my logic itself had absolutely convinced him, but a second viewing of the entire 'Lord of the Rings' series seemed to - at least, if nothing else, it had stemmed the floods of angrily disconsolate tears. So there we were, a weary group of long-suffering adults, along with twenty-odd, mainly disorderly children, lining up to collect their balloted costumes, then hurrying away to try them on. We had been told that there were actually two Gandalf costumes; grey and white, and after a long and initially sulkily careful examination of the pictures in the hire-store's brochure, Josh had chosen the former. He'd said it was because that was how Gandalf had been dressed when he'd actually fought and beaten the Balrog - I felt sure it was because it was the costume that included the charismatically floppily pointed hat. Anyway, once kitted-out and he had a few minutes to display himself to his friends I thought everything finally seemed to be going well - but then I caught sight of what appeared to be a second wizard. Luckily I spotted Josh's teacher, Miss Soames nearby and leaving Josh to continue doing his best to summon up some creature or other, I wormed my way over to her. Being anxious that all her planning might have come unstuck I was guarded in the way I expressed my concern about there apparently being two identical characters. 'Oh no Mike, young Steve's not Gandalf, he's Merlin - you know, King Arthur's wizard. In fact the boys are quite good friends and that's one of the reasons I've included him in the same group with Josh - the one you and his mother will be taking around. Two wizards should have twice as much power in getting themselves treats.' she added cheerfully. 'Come along, I'll introduce you to his Mum, Francis Meadows, you'll like her, I'm sure.' In the year or more of the steadily unravelling, and by then totally frigid marital relationship that led up to the divorce, and even in the twelve months of supposed freedom that had followed it I had made no attempt at even trying to get close to a woman. Maybe I should have done what several of my male friends had recommended - 'Get out, get laid!' - was their general advice, but I hadn't. So perhaps by that time I was overly susceptible to the effect of a pretty face and femininely warm smile, which is what I saw when Miss Soames introduced me to Steve's mother. Tallish, curvily slimmish, with dark, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes - Francis Meadows was undoubtedly attractive, and her smile was infectiously friendly. 'Hi, I'm Josh's Dad, Mike - I gather we're working together on Halloween.' I said as I extended my hand. 'Francis, hi Mike - yes, it should be fun. Steve and Josh have told me a good deal about you, In fact I've been looking forward to meeting you.' she added as she took my hand softly. 'Well, you have the advantage of me there, don't believe everything Josh says, he still expects Spiderman to take him on as his apprentice one day soon.' She laughed - then before we had time to say anything more our two young wizards came bursting through the throng; Steve waving his wand like some half demented band-leader, while Josh used his staff to try to strike sparks from the floor. Then, having checked that the costumes were complete and fitted satisfactorily we had to join the queue of parents waiting to complete the necessary charge-card transactions, and as we did so I noticed the two boys huddling together in a far corner. For a pair of super-excited eight year-olds they seemed to be talking unexpectedly earnestly, and, every now and then, looking up to glance across in our direction. However, having used the time we were waiting to exchange addresses and phone numbers and agree the arrangements for the Halloween evening, we parted - but at odd times during the next few days I found myself recalling that warmly friendly smile and the sound of her laugh. Maybe some of those thoughts were in fact prompted by Josh's frequent comments about Steve, or their Halloween costumes, or, just occasionally, how nice Mrs Meadows always was to him when he and Steve were playing together. I was surprised to find there was whole section of Josh's life I hadn't previously even known about - and used those occasional comments to probe a little deeper into it. I discovered that the woman I had arranged to pick Josh up after school was sometimes a little late, and that rather than leaving him completely on his own Francis Meadows had got into the habit of waiting around until she arrived. So, over the months, and little by little, the three of them; Josh, Steve and Francis, had formed some sort of bond. I made a mental note to thank her for her kindness - and to have strong words with the other woman the next time we spoke. Then Halloween itself finally arrived. To give the kids the chance to show off their final make-up and costumes to each other Miss Soames had organised a small party before we were to head out round the streets and while the girls spent most of the time preening and cooing to each other most of the boys seemed far more interested in seeing how many cakes and cookies they could stuff into their mouths. But although Josh and Steve were certainly no slouches in that department they did seem less frenetic than the others, spending almost as much time doing what they had in the costume shop - huddled in deep conversation, and occasionally, making strange passing movements with their hands. However, that time did give me a chance to pass on my gratitude to Francis and a chance for us to get to know each other just a little better - and I couldn't deny I found myself liking her more and more. Her personality was as warm as her smile, she was clearly intelligent, laughed easily - even at my not all that overly humorous remarks - and seemed to be enjoying my company. Once out on our rounds, and had only to supervise the half dozen kids in their door-knocking, we had even more time to talk. I discovered she was widowed, Steve's Dad having died in a car accident just a year or so after she'd had their son. She had a part-time job at a local bank, which, although it meant a tight budget, avoided the necessity that so many single parents have of needing to find someone to either drop-off or pick-up their child from school. We also discovered that we had not too dissimilar tastes in music and movies - and a comment she made about one of those that was upcoming locally suddenly prompted me to perhaps rashly suggest that we might, possibly, see it together. 'Are you asking me for a date?' she responded as she turned her head to give me a quirkily cheeky grin. 'Why not?' I replied a few short and thoughtful moments later. 'Why not indeed - yes, thank you, I think I'd like that.' she answered. Although our conversation remained much as before no doubt an observer would have detected small and subtle differences; there was perhaps a slight shift in the tenor of our voices and language, a lessening in any formality between us, a willingness to speak in the personal rather than purely third person. And perhaps it was those changes that prompted what at the time I had thought of as being a purely cost-saving idea, an idea that might appeal to a woman with somewhat restricted income. And maybe that was what led to all that followed - but then again perhaps it merely sped-up what could very well, in time, have proved to be inevitable. 'It's just an idea, but when we go to the movie, there's no need for us both to get sitters.' I said. 'My neighbours' daughter often minds Josh for me and I'm sure she'd have no trouble having the two of them for two or three hours. So why not get Steve into his pyjamas beforehand then bring him over to my place, Josh can show him his latest PlayStation games - and if they start getting too obstreperous, Susie, that's my sitter, can put them into bed. She's quite capable of doing that, and there's a bunk-bed in Josh's room.' I explained. Francis was thoughtful for a moment or two, then simply said - 'Thank you, that's a great idea.' Having agreed the night and the time we returned to monitoring our charges and the next couple of hours went by almost uneventfully. As the only two boys in the group Josh and Steve had initially tended to try to throw their weight around, insisting that before approaching a house they be given a chance to cast their various spells that would ensure a more than usually compliant householder answering the door. But when, after the first three or four of these performances had gone on too long and the girls simply rushed straight by them, they realised they might miss out on the first pick of whatever was being handed out, so that palaver soon stopped. Of course in between each house call Francis and I continued chatting, and in time the conversation gradually drifted from the general, to include some more personal matters. I discovered that she had known my ex-wife, if only slightly, through a few of the school's varied activities - and that she had heard all about the affaire that had eventually led to our divorce. 'To be frank, Mike, I think you're better off without her - though I imagine you're still feeling pretty raw.' she said sympathetically. 'Not too much Francis.' I replied. 'The affaire was just the trigger; the marriage had to all intents and purposes come to an end long before that. I think we were both just going through the motions - more from a misguided sense that it was better for Josh that way. I mean we hadn't even shared the same bedroom for over a year.' I added, perhaps a little unnecessarily. 'That must have been difficult for you.' 'For us both I think - though she obviously found it even more so than I did.' I replied with a rather hollow sounding laugh. 'And you didn't even try to find yourself an alternative outlet?' 'No, frankly I had neither the time, nor I think, the inclination.' I answered honestly. I didn't get to find out where that particular conversation might have taken us because just then Francis and I realised we had almost come to the end of the last of the streets Miss Soames had given us to do our door-knocking in. 'Time to start curbing their enthusiasm a little.' I said, pointing to the excitable group coming back down the path after their latest happy hunting foray. 'True, best we start heading back to the school.' she replied, gathering the girls around her. I had a bit more difficulty with Steve and Josh, but a few minutes later we were all on our way, the children happily totting-up the number of crinkly wrapped goodies they might have in their bags and brimming baskets. Before we went our separate ways I suggested to Francis that I could save her the bother of getting Steve's costume back to the shop by picking it up the following morning, on the way to taking Josh to school. 'In fact, if you like, I could take Steve too, if that would help.' I added. 'Why thank you Mike - that would be a great help. And I know Steve would enjoy going in with Josh. But are you sure it will be no trouble?' 'Not at all, and I'll drop the costumes off in my lunch hour.' 'Well thank you again - just don't expect me to be looking too glamorous at that time of the morning.' she added. If the way she looked the next morning was, by her standards, unglamorous, it certainly couldn't, at least by me, be described as being unattractive - in fact even in the modest housecoat she wore I thought she looked scrumptious! Not that I said so of course - but then the expression on my face might just have hinted at my reaction. However, right then the boys and the parcel took centre stage and a few minutes later, with far more noise than usual coming from the back seat, I was on my way to the school. But even with only the memory of her smile, and the way she looked that morning to fill the intervening days, I was surprised to find that I was already looking excitedly forward to our 'date'. Halloween - Two Wizards 'Upstairs?' I gasped after taking a breath. 'Yes Mike, I want you too!' she replied, pulling me along behind herself as she turned and headed for them. Even as we climbed I was using one hand to undo tie and buttons, tugging shirt tails free, so once in her room it took just a matter of seconds to get down to nothing but my briefs. Once there I paused, watching with staring eyes as Francis did likewise; pulling that tight, white top upwards, sliding that seductively pleated skirt downwards - then turning to look at me. I don't know about Francis, but I felt like a nervously trembling youth again. A boy, a virgin, unexpectedly being given his first glimpse of female nakedness. But what I was being given a glimpse of was not some equally shy, still developing girl - but a woman. A woman in her full flush of true femininity - ripely full-curving. A woman with the same desires and needs as I had. A woman who was there, for me, by choice. The effect of seeing her standing there, waiting momentarily, was overwhelming - my cock, which although constrained was already fully engorged, tried to jerk itself higher. Francis eyes picked up the movement, looked down, then looked up again - her eyes glittering as she wiped her lips with the tip of her tongue. 'Push them down Mike.' she whispered. So I did as she asked, watching her eyes widen as what I had to offer sprang into view. 'Oh yes, yes please!' she murmured as she reached her arms up behind herself. In one smooth movement her bra fell away, revealing what until then I had only imagined. But if she'd had concerns as to whether the reality would measure up to my imaginings, she need not have. To me they were beautiful - quite simply, but absolutely beautiful. They may not have had a younger girl's perky uptilting, but they had something those breasts never could - the creamy fullness of a true woman's breasts. Even the faint blue veins that here and there marked them, were attestations of that womanliness. And the large, almost dark brown aureoles, and their spikily jutting nipples, were their crowning glory. 'Stunningly beautiful!' I croaked, then added. 'But now the rest of you, please.' She did as I asked, slid her prettily matching panties slowly downwards, then stood there, letting my eyes feast on all of her. It was probably no more than a minute or two, but those moments actually seemed almost timeless; each standing there, just a few feet apart, knowing exactly what next would happen - but savouring it, enjoying the sight of each other, enjoying the rising sense of anticipation. My will-power was less than hers - I moved forward; forward so I could hold her, in my arms, pressing myself against her, knee to mouth, cock to belly. But in much less time than we had taken to stand looking longingly at each other, once we kissed again, we tumbled backwards, together, onto the still fully made bed. Ignoring the coverlet and decoratively scattered cushions we rolled, twisted, rolled and made one of us. My raging cock all but plundering her pussy, her juicily willing cunt enthusiastically welcoming it. When we were done - which was for both of us all too suddenly - we began again, exactly where we were, merely scattering the nuisance of the cushions away from us. That time I kissed licked and sucked her, every beautifully adorable inch of her. As I did so, breathing deeply the odours that rose from her; hers, mine, ours - the very essence of both of us. Fondling and caressing every single curving part of her; her breasts, her bottom, her belly, thighs and legs - then those firm and creamily full breasts again. As I did so, she did the same, to me; her mouth, hands and softly nimble fingers creating thrills I'd never known before, stirring, restimulating, and in time, re-hardening me. But even then, as though by some unspoken agreement, we extended and further prolonged our pleasure, strengthening and heightening our sense of anticipation. Fondly toying and teasing each other, allowing ourselves to be taken closer, ever closer - then retreating a little, then doing it all again. Then finally, as I lay there, my senses numbed by the pleasures she was giving me, I felt her rising up above me, then slowly pushing herself down on to me, on to my oozing and rearingly demanding cock. Unlike the first time, that time we took our time, at least Francis did; riding me skilfully slowly, ensuring her movements produced the maximum of sparking pleasures, for each of us. Then, when she'd given herself a small but satisfying climax, she rolled off me and got on to hands and knees, lifting her arse invitingly high. 'In the top drawer, a tube of lubricant.' she whispered, pointing to the bed-side cabinet. I found it, but then, before using it, knelt low, down behind her. I had both her pussy and her arse, each in their own way equally inviting. I knew what she expected me to do, but that could wait - this woman, Francis, had affected me deeply, right then I wanted nothing more than to give her the maximum amount of pleasure possible. So, lifting myself, I slid inside her, not her arse, that pleasure could wait, but into her pussy again. By controlling the depth, speed and power of my thrusting I took her to another, that time what I guessed was a much more satisfyingly explosive orgasm - then I used the lubricant - and then I took what she'd initially offered me. Her pussy had been surprisingly tight, in fact excitingly so, but compared with her arse, there was simply no contest! I loved it - my cock revelled in it, giving me thrills I'd either never known, or had totally forgotten were even physically possible. And when I came, some very long time later, it was with a force and power that literally flattened both of us. But having lain gasping and panting for what seemed like no time at all I heard her voice rousing me. 'It's more than an hour Mike, the sitter, Susie, I think she'll be getting worried!' Of course, the kids, the sitter - 'Damn them!' - I thought. But good sense prevailed, I pushed myself up. 'Just tell me one thing.' I said as I picked up my bundle of clothes. 'What's that?' she asked with a worried expression. 'Tell me this is not the first and last time - please!' I replied, reaching for her hand. She smiled, that smile that had first caught my susceptible attention. 'I should hope not - I'd hate to think that all the boys' spells only had a short-term affect.' On the way back to my house she told me the full story - how the boys themselves had decided that it would be 'cool' if they could get their parents together; a Mum for Josh, and a Dad for Steve. That when they found they were both going to be wizards they thought it was a sign that such a thing might even be possible. Even Miss Soames had been in the act, making sure that we were the parents in charge of their little group. What chance does a pair of lonely, still yearning adults have when two determined wizards get together? None! Of course the quality of the sex we continue to have does help quite a bit too....