17 comments/ 86107 views/ 8 favorites Halloween Dance For Swingers By: PositiveThinker Most Moms and/or Dads take their kids trick or treating on Halloween. We hire a babysitter to do that. Most married couples pass out candy to all the children who come to their door. My wife's mother, my mother, passes out candy in our absence. What do we do that is so important that we can't take our children around the neighborhood trick or treating and pass out candy to all the kids? We have sex. Yep, that's right, every Halloween, we have sex with other people, that's what we do. We're not swingers, per se, but for one day of the year, we let our hair down and go a little wild and crazy by playing out our fantasies and allowing our unchecked sexuality to inspire us. With a little fantasy and role play, we allow our libido free reign of our bodies for a day. One day out of the year, we pick a theme and dress in costume. It's fun. It's exciting. One day out of the year, Halloween is our day to go a bit sexually over the top and do whatever it is we thought about doing the previous year. Admittedly, as this is our first year trying this, we don't really know what to expect. All we know is it's going to be outrageous, erotic, sexy fun. "I can't wait for Halloween. I've had a permanent erection the entire month of October just thinking about what I'll wear and what I'll do this year with some hot woman or sexy women," I said to my wife Sheila. "I thought we were just attending to see what swingers do, Roger. I thought we were just going there to watch," she said giving me a look that could freeze water. "Oh, we are, Honey Bunch, we're just going to investigate the action and see the sexy costumes they wear," I said knowing that if I had the opportunity to have hot sex with a beautiful blonde or a ravishing redhead, I would. That one day, Halloween, is what keeps us sane and what allows us to make it through the rest of the year in doing what we must do to thrive and survive. No matter how boring our jobs are, how routine our days have become, and how bad our days can be, looking forward to going all out on Halloween gives us what we need to continue with our mundane little lives. Not to mention having sex with other people gives us an entire year of pillow talk. "So, tell me, again," I said watching my wife's reaction to the question I was imagining I'd pose to her, after attending our first Halloween dance. "Did you like sucking his cock?" "I loved sucking his cock. I had so much fun at the Halloween party. I can't wait for next year," I imagined she said with a sly smile, before giving me an inspired blowjob. I admit that I used to look at other woman and my wife finally admitted to me that she used to think about other men. Now, we leave all that lustful desire for our one day to act out on Halloween, when we attend the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. That's right, think of me and my wife what you will and if your thoughts about swinging are negative, you're just jealous. For those of you who get it and for those of you who are living in a sexless marriage, I'm sure you're wishing you were me and had a wife like my wife, hot and horny. Yet, to spend a day without guilt, to return to the single days and bring someone back to my room and fuck and suck her, while my wife does the same with some guy, is healthier for our marriage than if we were lying and cheating behind one another's backs. Certainly for this alternative lifestyle to work, for me to allow someone to seduce my wife and/or watch my wife suck another man's cock after he ate her pussy, I must remove all feelings of possessiveness and jealousy. It doesn't work if I allow those feelings to ruin my good time. Let me tell you, in the beginning, it wasn't easy convincing my wife to go along with this. At first she was against the whole thing, even calling me perverted. Yet, once she got into it, once she attended the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, after she let her hair down and removed her clothes, like most women, she embraced the lifestyle. I found out from some of the other husbands, who participate in the swinging lifestyle, that it's always the women who are reluctant to try it, but as soon as they do, it's the women who take the ball and run with it. Even when the men want to quit the lifestyle, afraid that their woman will take off with another man or woman, it's the women who are reluctant to let it go. We men can't pry our women away from the swinging lifestyle with a crowbar. "Oh, please, just let me make love to Jon Paul, one more time," I imagined my wife saying to me, "before I quit the swinging lifestyle and go home to being a bored housewife and an unappreciated mother." "You've been in bed with him six times already, Honey. We didn't have as much sex on our Honeymoon, as you're having with Jon Paul now." Maybe I should go back to the beginning, especially to explain to those who have never experienced swinging, but who would like to try it. It all started when I bought a swingers magazine and was perusing the personal ads for sex with others. I was just looking, mind you. The ads were quite explicit and it was fun to just read them. Admittedly, perhaps, I had secret desires and hopeful wishes in the back of my mind of us becoming swingers, but I knew my wife would never consider the thought of having sex with someone else. I knew she'd never have sex with anyone but me. In reading the ads in the magazine, there were men looking for men, women looking for women, couples looking for other couples and/or couples looking for a man or a woman to just be watched or to actively participate in a threesome. Whatever goes is okay, when in the swinging lifestyle, I guess. This one magazine suddenly opened my libido to a world of possibilities and my imagination went wild with the thoughts of having sex with another woman, while I watched my wife having sex with another man. If nothing else, it excited me to explore my sexual peccadilloes, whatever they were. It's always been a fantasy of mine to have sex with someone other than my wife. Only, fearful of divorce and everything that goes along with it, the attorneys' expenses, losing the house, having to pay child support, and giving up custody of my kids, I curbed my enthusiasm for having a fantasy affair with those thoughts of living in reality. Yet, the possibility that I could finally satisfy my sexual curiosity and libido by participating in having consensual sex with others with my wife's blessings, as a couple, and under the guise of attending the Halloween gala for swingers, was something that more than excited me. The thoughts of swinging as a couple and the pillow talk afterward, made me wild with passion. My wife has dark brown hair and brown eyes and I always imagined being with a blue-eyed blonde or a green-eyed redhead. Hey, I'm not fussy. I'd do a green-eyed blonde and a blue-eyed redhead. It doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I wouldn't exchange her for anyone, most anyone. I guess it really depends on the woman. I mean, if it was a step up and if a rich, beautiful woman was offering herself to me, I'd be crazy to turn her down, you know. Yet, that's not with this story is about. Besides, not wanting to be hauled into divorce court, I considered the swinging scenario nothing more than a fantasy and if agreed to, consensual sex between adults. Then one night, during some hot pillow talk with my wife, I asked her if she ever thought about having sex with someone other than me. To say the least, her responses were surprising. Actually, who am I kidding? They were shocking. I was floored. All this time I was thinking that my wife was innocent and didn't have a sexual thought in her head about anyone but me. Boy, was I ever wrong. "Have you ever thought about having sex with someone else?" "No, I've never thought about having sex with anyone other than you, Roger. That's such an absurd question to ask me. Until death do us part," she said holding up her ring finger and flashing her diamond in my face. Suddenly, the brilliance of her diamond was like a stun gun that held me in fear and in place, as if I had just been zapped on Star Trek. "I'm a faithful wife." I was glad that I had given her a small diamond, otherwise I would have been blinded by not only the sparkle from the rock but also from the guilt of having asked her the question. She looked at me, as if I was a pervert. She looked at me as if I wanted someone else and she was right, I did want to experience another woman. "C'mon, Sheila, you've never fantasized about anybody during a horny moment." "Obviously for you to ask me such a question, you've thought about having sex with someone else," she said. What is it with wives? I hate it when she twists my words around and uses them against me. They'd make perfect defense attorneys. Never answering a question put to them, they know the probing questions to ask and exactly when to ask them. She made me feel uncomfortable. Turning the pillow talk to more of an inquisition, this bedtime fun felt as if I was walking on broken glass and no matter where I stepped I was going to get cut and bleed. "No, I haven't thought about having sex with anyone but you, until now. I just thought it'd be fun if you'd share your sexual fantasy of who you'd--" "I'd never desecrate my marriage vows by having sex with any man, other than my husband, if that's what you mean." Gees, I hate it when she brings religion into our pillow talking sessions. It's just so wrong to bring God into the conversation when I'm lying in bed with an erection and hoping for a blowjob. I believe in God and attend church regularly, but religion is inappropriate conversation during hot pillow talk. Unless I'm dying and need a priest by my side to give me my last rites, or unless Sheila is having a religious experience, an orgasm and screaming, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!", religion should stay out of my bedroom and out of my bed. "You mean to tell me that you've never seen a guy at the supermarket or the mall that you'd wonder what he'd be like in bed." "No, I don't have sexual thoughts about other men, Roger. That's perverse. That's nasty. Thinking the thought is just as bad as cheating," she said looking down at my semi-erection, before looking up at me to respond further. "I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore. Women aren't the animals that men are. You guys would have sex with a hole in the wall." "What about a woman, then? Would you have sex with a-" "Roger Martin, I'd do no such thing. I'm not a lesbian," she said staring at me, as if I had just accused her of being a butch dyke lesbian. "What's wrong with you?" "You don't have to be a lesbian to be socially bi-sexual, to kiss another woman, maybe have her suck your tits and lick your pussy, before you reciprocate and do the same with her, while I watch, of course." "Eww, gross, I wouldn't even kiss another woman, who wasn't a relative. I'd no sooner have another woman touch my pussy, forget about licking it. And I can't believe you'd watch such a perverted sexual display between two women. Where are all these sexual perversions coming from, Roger? This isn't like you at all. Are you going through a mid-life crisis?" "I've been reading this magazine," I said taking a big breath of courage and pulling the swingers' magazine out from under the mattress and handing it to her. "What's this," she said making a sour face from seeing the naked woman on the cover? "Where'd you get this?" I watched her hold it with two fingers, as if it was covered with human excrement. "At the new erotic store that just opened outside of town, Midnight Fantasy. They sell adult toys and sexy outfits and they even have a swing-" "Roger, please don't go in there anymore. Someone might see you. I'd be embarrassed to death in front of Sunday's congregation should anyone see my husband in a smut shop." "Yeah, well, I saw our reverend in there hiding behind one of the bookracks hoping I didn't see him, no doubt, while waiting for me to leave." "Reverend Bob? You saw Reverend Bob in a smut shop?" She looked at me, as if I was lying and making that up to cover myself. "It was probably someone who looked like him. Only perverts go in a place like that," she said looking at me with uncertainty. "And if it was him, he was probably just trying to roundup some stray sheep who wandered from his flock." "Yeah, well, the shepherd was in there alone after the entire herd had already frequented the store. Most of the town folk have already been in there, at least, once, buying out the store. Everyone in this uptight community is hungry for sex, including me, Honey." "Well, I think it's sick to make someone's sex life a public spectacle. Stores like that should be outlawed. They should be banned from our little community," she said getting up on her soapbox. "Besides, Roger, you're married and shouldn't be thinking about sex...anymore," she said looking at me, when I gave her a returned look of shock. "Oh, you know what I mean. Morally married couples don't talk about having sex with one another, never mind talking about having sex with someone else. Sex is a discussed behind closed doors and not out in the open." "Most of the morally married couples in this town don't even talk about having sex with one another? Are you kidding me? You'd be surprised what goes on behind closed doors. C'mon, Sheila, play along with me. It's just pillow talk. It's not for real. Tell me. Who would you have sex with, if you could?" She gave me a funny look, as if she had thought about it, but wasn't sure if she should share what she was thinking for fear that I may think less of her. "Well, I suppose, if something horrible was to happen to you, if you were to die, I'd have no choice but to give my body to another man," she said with a sad, little smile. "I'm not going to die, Honey," I said patting her hand, while trying to assure her not to worry. Admittedly, it was gratifying to know that my sweet wife would only have sex with someone else, should she become a widow. Wow, what a wife? She's such a dear and a real comfort to me. I gave her a big kiss on the forehead. Touching in her concern for me, she was so cute in worrying that she'd have to reluctantly give herself to another man, should I prematurely die. Her comment saddened me that she'd be sad if I died, but excited me at the same time that she'd feel she's have no choice but to give her body to another man. Then, she shocked me with what she said next. "If a bomb was to blow you to bits, or if you were struck by an 18 wheeler and smeared across the highway like road kill, or if you were decapitated in a freak and unfortunate accident, or if a shotgun blew a big, bloody hole through your chest where your heart was, and I was still a young, widowed woman with sexual needs, lustful feelings, and erotic desires, I' probably do the mailman, the UPS man, the pizza delivery man, and the new young guy at the gas station. I'd have him pump me up with high test any day and every day of the week." Where did all this come from? Her confession stunned me. She goes from never being able to desecrate our marriage by even thinking about being with another man to having a whole laundry list of potential lovers that included, the mail man, the UPS man, the pizza delivery man, and the gas station man. Of all the men she could have, why them? "I was going to tell you to give it some thought before giving me your answer, but I see you've already given it a lot of thought." "Oh, and I'd do my hairdresser. Definitely, he's not gay, and without doubt, I'd do Gayle's husband, Mark and-" "You'd do Mark? Our neighbor Mark?" "He's cute, don't you think?" "No, I don't think any guys are cute, especially not Mark. The only guys that I think are cute are me and Brad Pitt." "Yeah, I'd definitely do Brad Pitt, if I could," she said giving me a dirty, sexy smile, as if she had already blown him. "Wait, let's backup for a second." "What?" "A bomb blowing me to bits? An 18 wheeler smearing me across the highway like road kill? Decapitation? A shotgun blast? Have you been thinking of me dying or (gulp) killing me?" I looked at her wondering who was this woman that I had married. "Maybe instead of killing me off, you should just divorced me." "Don't be silly sweetie. I'd never divorce you," she said with a smile that made me reticent to continue making pillow talk with her. "Besides, God has already forgiven me, whenever I've had those bad thoughts about you dying, after we've argued." "Remind me not to get you mad at me, anymore." "Don't be so paranoid, Roger. It's normal to think those thoughts when in the heat of arguing." "Yeah, well, I've never had those morbidly horrific thoughts about you dying in such a tragic way," I said looking at her, while wondering if I was safe sleeping in the same bed with her. "So, tell me about the mailman. Why the mailman?" "Well, ever since he saw me naked, I-" "Wait, the mailman saw you naked? How in the Hell did the mailman see you naked? When did that happen?" "Oh, I thought I told you." "No, that little bit of information must have slipped your mind, along with your modesty and your clothes. Wait," I said removing my pajama bottoms and underwear. "Stroke my cock, while telling me how the mailman saw you naked." She reached her hand over and started fondling my prick to an erection. "I was cleaning the house naked one day, vacuuming, with the front door open for a cross breeze, while wearing my earphones. Generally, Andy, that's his name, doesn't deliver our mail until later in the day. Only, he was early that day because he had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon." "Yeah, okay, just get to the part about him seeing you naked," I said impatiently stopping her before she continued with her rambling and before she went off on another non-related tangent. "I remember it was already hot that day and he had a special delivery letter that required my signature. When I looked up, he was standing there smiling and I returned his smile with a little wave, while removing my headphones. At first I didn't even realize I was standing there naked. Then, when I did, I was so embarrassed. I ran and grabbed my robe and we laughed about it over a cup of coffee and a homemade muffin later. He said not to fret and that it happens to him all the time." "Oh, my God! I can't believe the mailman saw all of your hidden treasures, Sheila." "It was no big deal, Sweetie, it was just the mailman." "Okay, then what about the UPS guy. Stroke me a little faster, Babe. Why him? Why would you want to have sex with him?" "Uhm, well, ditto for Dave, the UPS guy," she said giving me a smug smile that shrunk my penis and made me feel stupid. "I'd do Dave pretty much for the same reason, as why I'd do the mailman. He saw me naked, too." "The UPS guy saw you naked? How?" I was flabbergasted. I was shocked. I was excited that two men, the mailman and the UPS guy saw my wife naked. Unable to wait to jerk off over the thoughts of it later, I was glad she was giving me a hand job now. Yet, I needed more details to cum. "I was vacuuming with the headphones on and the front door wide open, while naked. And suddenly, there he was standing there holding a package and smiling ear to ear. Terribly understanding, he's really so nice and friendly. We laughed over a cup of coffee and a homemade muffin, too." "Oh, my God! I can't believe the UPS guy saw all your hidden treasures, too. And I'd be really nice friendly, if I saw a naked woman and if that naked woman invited me inside her house for a cup of coffee and a homemade muffin." "I didn't stay naked, while he was here. I put a robe on, for gosh sakes, Roger. Give me credit for being more modest than that." Halloween Dance For Swingers "So, that's your criteria, it takes a man to see you naked for you to want him?" I looked at her, as if looking at her for the first time. Obviously there was much to his woman, my wife, and the mother of my children, that I didn't know. "No, it just happened that way and once it did, whenever I got horny, I'd think about those times, when the mailman and UPS guy accidentally saw me naked." "Okay, what about the pizza delivery man? What about him? Can you suck on my cock a little, while telling me." "Roger, I can't talk if I have your dick in my mouth." "You must learn how to multi-task, Honey. Blow me a little and then remove my cock to talk." "Okay," she said. "Just let me get comfortable," she said sliding her body halfway down the length of the bed. "Unbutton your nightgown, so that I can fondle your tits, while you blow me." "So tell me, why would you want to have sex with him, the pizza delivery man, of all people? Were you vacuuming naked again, while wearing headphones? You didn't laugh with him over a cup of coffee and a muffin, as you did with the mailman and the UPS guy, did you?" "Don't be silly," she said removing my cock from her mouth, while still stroking me. "I ordered a small, extra cheese pizza for lunch and you know how it takes them 45 minutes to an hour to deliver it, well, he was here within 15 minutes and I had just gotten out of the shower and was still in my towel. When I went to hand him the money and accept the pizza, I didn't have a third hand to hold up my towel. Oops?" "What did he say when you were standing there naked?" "I wasn't standing there naked. In a feeble attempt to save my modesty, I was squatting down and put the pizza on the floor to retrieve my towel. I was so embarrassed, Roger. He saw my tits and pussy." "Put my cock in your mouth, again, Shelia and suck it, while stroking it. I'm getting close to cumming." "Has anyone else seen you naked?" "Uhm, no," she said removing my cock from her mouth again. "Just Mark?" "Mark? Our next door neighbor? Are you kidding me? How did he see you naked?" "Yeah, well, it's a long story." "I'm not going anywhere. I have all the time in the world to listen, if you want to tell it," I said fluffing up my pillow to get more comfortable. "For a while there, I kept forgetting to pull the shade when undressing for bed." "Where was I, when you were giving Mark a strip tease show?" "You were working the second shift." "I can't believe Mark saw you naked. Stroke me a little faster, Babe." "It was an accident, I can assure you," she said tightening her grip on my cock and moving her at a faster rate of speed. "I didn't know that I had been inadvertently giving him a show. He must of thought that I was flashing him on purpose because that was about the time, he started undressing with his shade up and giving me a show of his package." "What? Mark was exposing himself to you?" "Tit for tat, I guess he felt the need to reciprocate by showing me his naked body after seeing my naked body. I don't know. Not one to turn down a good thing, I watched the exhibition, while sipping my morning coffee." "Sheila, have you no shame?" "It's just a penis, Roger. It's no big deal, trust me. You have a much bigger cock than he does." "I do?" "Trust me, you do have a much bigger cock then he does," she said taking my cock in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. "I love your big prick," she said removing me from her mouth again and stroking me faster. "Why don't I like the way you just said to trust you?" "Nothing happened, Roger, but some innocent flashing." "Yeah, well, how would you feel if I started flashing Mark's wife, Helen, and if she started flashing me." "So long as you looked and didn't touch, it would be okay with me, and so long as it was okay with her," she said with a sexy smile. "It was just some erotic fun, especially when he started masturbating in front of his window and I started doing the same." "Are you kidding me? You were masturbating for him and he was jerking off for you, while watching you masturbate? This is insane. This is so fucking hot." "It was just mutual masturbation." "And the new, young employee at the gas station? Why him?" "Oh, he's always trying to steal peeks down my top or looks up my skirt. He's just a young, horny kid. It's kind of fun to tease him. I wear my peasant blouse without a bra and my micro mini skirt without panties, whenever I stop in to buy gas. I guess I've grown to enjoy the attention from a younger man." "What have you become Brittney Spears all of a sudden, going around without wearing panties?" "Don't be such a prude, Roger. It's nothing that everyone hasn't seen when I delivered my babies." "And how do you know the hairdresser is not gay?" "He's always patting my ass and rubbing and grinding his cock into my shoulder, when he does my hair. I must give him an erection because he's always adjusting himself." "Yeah, I think you're right about him," I said. "Definitely, he's not gay, if he's been humping you and grinding his cock against you." "So, now that you broached the subject," she said, "who would you do? I'm curious." "After hearing your list, I wouldn't do anyone," I said. "C'mon, who would you do? I told you all those who I'd do, should you be burned alive in a fatal car crash or a torn to shreds and burnt to a crisp in a plane crash or accidentally drowned, while swimming drunk in the pool, or electrocuted trying to get burnt toast out of the toaster with a knife." "Gees, must you make my death so graphic and so short lived? How about you think of me as dying from natural causes, when in my nineties? I looked at her wondering what else she's been thinking about. "Should I be looking over my shoulder with you, now? You're making me nervous. I'm going to have to learn how to sleep with one eye open." "Don't be silly. We're just having some sexy pillow talk. Tell me, who would you do?" "I don't think I should tell you, who I'd do." "C'mon, Roger, I told you all those guys I'd do. Oh, and I'd do my gynecologist, my dentist, and my pharmacist. There, that completes my list." "Well, that just about covers the medical profession. I'm afraid to ask, but why your doctor, dentist, and pharmacist." "Why not a doctor? They'll all rich, Roger. Besides, the gynecologist has already seen me naked inside and out," she said with a dirty laugh. "And as far as the dentist goes, whenever he raises my feet to the ceiling and my head to his crotch, the dentist has seen more up skirts of my panties and down blouses of my cleavage and bra than I can count," she said with a sudden blush to her cheeks. "And the pharmacists intimately knows every drug I've taken, need to take, and should take," she said with a laugh. "Maybe I should cancel my life insurance policy," I said sadly, while thinking of my sudden passing. "It seems wasteful for me to be paying on life insurance, when you already have a multitude of men lined up to take my place, should I have an unfortunate accident and die prematurely and in such as horrible way, as you described with so much imagery. Besides, I'd rather not give you motive, should anything unfortunate befall me causing my untimely demise, by telling you who I'd do." "Oh, Roger, you're so funny. No man in his right mind would want a poor widow. When you die, you need to leave me well provided for, so that I can finally find happiness, I mean, security. So, tell me who would you do," she said looking up at me. "I'll let you cum in my mouth, if you tell me," she said taking my cock in her mouth again." "Seriously? I can finally cum in your mouth?" "Yeah, but only if you tell me who'd you do?" "And will you swallow?" "I give you an inch and you want a mile." "Will you? Will you swallow?" "Yes, Roger, you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow your warm, slimy, gooey load, but only if you tell me who'd you do." "No one. I wouldn't do anyone. I'm really not in the mood for pillow talk and to talk about who I'd do now. With all the guys you've been thinking about and the thousand ways for me to die, you've given me too much to ponder," I said putting a hand to the back of her head and fucking her face. "Don't be such a baby," she said removing my cock from her mouth, again. "Who would you do? C'mon, I want to know. I'm curious." "You'll get mad, if I told you, who I'd have sex with should something happen to you." "I won't get mad," she said lightly punching me in the shoulder. "I promise. Tell me." "I better not. I know you and now that I know that you're thinking about me dying and how I'll die, I don't want you mad at me, ever again." "Please, Roger, I'm curious who you'd do." "Where's the shotgun?" "It's where it always is and it's not loaded," she said laughing. "Why? Do you think I'd shoot you, if you told me who it is you've been lusting over?" She looked at me with wide-eyed curiosity. "It's just pillow talk," she said throwing my words back at me. "Tell me, who you'd you have sex with, if you could? "I can't. I know you'd be mad, if I told you." "That's not fair Roger. You had me tell you everyone that I'd do and now you won't even-" "I'd do your sister." "My sister?" She looked at me, as if she was a black woman who just found out that her man was two timing her. Immediately, she let go of my cock, put her hand to her hip, and shot me a look of disbelief. "My sister? I can't believe you've been lusting over my baby sister. Why?" "See? I told you you'd be mad." "I'm not mad, really, I just don't understand why you'd-" "And your mother?" "Roger Martin, you're a filthy, disgusting, vile pig. You fantasize about having sex with my Mom and my sister? Eww, that's so disgusting, that's so wrong. How could you? Why?" "Hey, you asked me who I'd do and I told you. See? I told you that you'd be mad. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew I should have kept it all to myself." "Why? Why out of all the women in the world, all the women we both know, neighbors, friends, and acquaintances, would you chose to have sex with my Mom and my sister? That's disgusting." "I dunno, it's a guy thing. We all imagine our sisters and mother-in-laws sucking our cocks. We all want to do our mother-in-laws and sister-in-laws, that is, unless they are fat and ugly." I looked at her trying to make her understand. "Your sister and your mom are hot." "You're disgusting," she said suddenly hitting me in the shoulder. "Ow! Stop hitting me. That hurts." "Hotter than me?" "No one is hotter than you, Sweetie," I said giving her a hug and a kiss. "Now be a good wife and suck my cock." "Fuck you, Roger. Suck your own cock." "Yeah, well, I would if I could. Could you at least give me a hand job? Sheila, where you going?" And that's how it started with a little pillow talk and me showing Sheila that magazine. * * * * * "Look Honey, they're having a Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball," she said holding up the swingers' magazine for me to see and looking up at me with a big smile, the same smile she had when asking me if we could vacation in the mountains or go to the Kenny Chesney concert. "Can we go?" I had seen the ad for the swingers' dance. I read it a dozen times already, trying to build the courage to ask if we could go, knowing that she'd never agree to going and here she is asking me if we could go. I couldn't believe it. Be still my heart. Be still my hard-on. "Seriously? You want to attend a swingers' dance? Gees, I don't know, Honey. Let me think about it," I said. "After giving it long reflection and considering all the pros and cons," I said with a shit eating grin on my face. "If that's what you really want to do, Sheila, who am I to stop you?" "You're such an ass. You thought about it for 5 seconds," she said. "I know you want to go as much as I want to attend." "I am kind of excited to see what it's all about." Instead of me twisting her arm, instead of having to beg her, instead of trying to convince her to go, and buying her gifts to bribe her to attend the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, she asked me if we could go. Oh, my God, I was so excited. A dream come true, I couldn't believe that it was my wife who suggested attending the swingers' dance. Should she catch me having sex with a hot blonde or a sexy redhead, I could cover my lustful desires by blaming it all on her. "Well, you were the one, who wanted to go to the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. You can't really blame me for getting in the spirit of things, can you now?" My wildest fantasy that may finally come true, after being married for so long, I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to be intimate with a woman, who wasn't my wife. Only, on second thought, a pang of remorse took control of me. What if she really gets into this swinging stuff? What if she'd rather have sex with others (gulp) than me? Nah, she loves me. Besides, she's not a slut. She's not a swinger. She's nothing like those women who swing and have sex with everyone. Then, when I realized that I could do the same, I was excited by the prospect of attending a swingers' dance all over again. Only, what if I really got into this swinging stuff? What if I'd rather have sex with someone else rather than Sheila? Wow! Suddenly, I envisioned myself dressing like a swinger, wearing an open collar shirt with a big gold chain, and skin tight pants that showed the outline of my bulging cock. I imagined myself talking like a swinger, talking hip and using all the up-to-date jargon. I imagined myself acting like a swinger, cool, confident, and self-assured. Only, to complete the process, I'd have to trade-in the minivan for a red convertible. "What happened to Roger," I imagined one friend asking? "He thinks he's a swinger. We think he's going through a mid-life crisis," I imagine another friend replying while laughing. "We wouldn't do anything, of course," said Sheila, "but I always wanted to attend a swingers' masquerade ball. If nothing else, it'd be fun. It'd be a blast to see the X-rated costumes," she said. "And it would be fun to dress in costume. What should I go as? What should I wear?" "I don't even know what I'm going to go as, yet, Sheila," I said. Knowing that I knew how excited she was by how much she was talking and how fast she was saying it, she looked at me and laughed. "Seriously, we don't have to have sex with anyone. We could just go to watch what others do." Only, I knew her well enough to know that she wanted to have a swinging affair. I can count the number of times I've seen her so excited on one hand. The day that I proposed to her. The day she told me she was pregnant. The day I agreed to have her mother stay with us for an extended period to help with the baby, and five years later, she's still living in the guestroom. The day I bought her a new car, trading-in the Mustang convertible for a minivan, and the day that I started working the second shift. She said she was excited because the second shift meant unlimited overtime and more money, but now that she told me she was flashing our neighbor Mark and masturbating in front of the window, while watching him flash his cock and masturbate for her, I wonder. While the cat is away the mouse is at play or in her case, while the husband is working second shift, the wife is vacuuming naked, undressing in front the open window, masturbating in public, and flashing her body to everyone. We spent the next few weeks going back and forth, while trying to think of what costume to wear. Sheila decided to go as Dolly Parton, no big stretch since she's short, thin, and has big tits. All she needed was a blonde wig. I decided to go as Brad Pitt. Only, there were several Brad Pitts and every one of them looked better than me. Since no one knew who I was, I asked them who I looked like and went with whatever they said. The general consensus was Jack Nicholson. Still, it didn't matter. Just being there and watching was as much fun as participating in an orgy, I convinced myself of that, after no one invited me to participate in an orgy. The night of the party, we were so nervous. We didn't know what to expect. We feared bumping into someone we knew, a neighbor or a relative. Only, it was then that I realized that it didn't matter if I saw someone I knew, they were there at the swingers' ball, too. "Sheila, it doesn't matter if we bump into anyone we know," I said. We're both here at the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. They are just as guilty wanting to have sex with others, as we are. So relax." "Okay, but I'm still nervous. What if someone wants to have sex with me?" "Don't worry, no one is going to want to have sex with you," I said and regretted saying it as soon as I said it. "Sorry, that didn't come out right. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Just don't be disappointed if no one comes on to you, is all that I meant to say. Besides, if you're not ready, if you aren't attracted to the one asking you to have sex, just politely thank him and tell him no. The rule for swingers is that, no means no." "Okay, that's good to know. I just have to say no without worrying about hurting anyone's feelings." "Yeah, just say, all set, thank you. That's another code word for no." I scanned the room for possible blonde and redhead hookups when I saw a familiar face. "Look, isn't that Reverend Bob over there in the corner." "Where?" "By the bar." "Yeah, I think it is. He's not even wearing a costume." "Oh, yes he is and it's a clever disguise. By wearing his collar and masquerading as a man of God, should anyone recognize him, he could say that he was just trying to save his parishioners from the sin of having sex with others." Then, there in the far corner of the room, I spotted them, a tall, shapely blonde and an equally as tall and shapely redhead. Be still my heart. Suddenly, I imagined myself up in the orgy sweet with not only the blonde but also the redhead. This was going to be the best Halloween party of my life. "Where you going," said Sheila, as I got up from the table. "Don't leave me here alone." "I'm just gonna go mingle and see if I recognize anyone." "Okay, but hurry back," she said. Hurry back my ass. If I get the green light from blonde, I'm taking the redhead with us and having a threesome. It was a big room and I had to cross the crowded dance floor to get near the two women. "Pardon me. Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry, excuse me. Pardon me." There must have been four hundred people in attendance and most were on the dance floor. Just as I neared the blonde, just as I prepared the line I was going to give her, two men, both Brad Pitts, much better looking than me, one from the Thelma and Louise character and the other from the Fight Club character, took them away. I couldn't believe it. I was so disappointed. Quickly I searched the room for another love connection. Only, everyone was already paired in couples, threesomes and foursomes. Because I was focused so much on those two women, I missed my opportunity to hook up with someone else. I decided to stop at the bar before returning to my table. When I looked to see if Sheila was okay, she wasn't there. She was gone. Where'd she go? Knowing her, she went to the ladies room to pee and is probably waiting her turn in line with the other small bladder women. I ordered a beer and bought Sheila a drink, too. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes later, still no Sheila. Where did she go? That's not like her to just take off. After waiting twenty minutes for her to return, I walked out by the ladies room and there wasn't even a line. So, I followed the crowd of partygoers to see where they were going. They told me there was a hot party the next floor up from the dance, so I hopped on the elevator with them. Halloween Dance For Swingers Hot party alright, as soon as I entered the room, there was Sheila topless and on her knees surrounded by our mailman, UPS man, pizza delivery man, and Mark, our next door neighbor. They all had their pants down around their ankles and Sheila was taking turns giving them blowjobs. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was surreal. My wife wasn't just sucking one man's cock, she was taking on four men. I sat on the edge of the bed watching the show. Sheila was oblivious to my presence in the room. She never removed her eyes from the cocks. I watched her jerking off one, while sucking another. Then, when someone was ready to cum, she was there with her mouth. One by one, first the mailman, then the UPS man, then the pizza delivery man, and now the gas station attendant all shot their load of cum in Sheila's mouth. We returned to our mundane lives but, now, we have enough pillow talk to last us until next year's Swingers' Masquerade Ball, where the next time, we're going as a couple, Sonny and Cher, we've decided. Since I'm so tall and Sheila's so short, she's going as Sonny and I'm dressing as Cher. It should be fun and maybe this time, I'll get lucky, too.