“Sorry honey, I had to go costume shopping! Love you! Erin”
Vincent chuckled to himself as he rolled out of bed, hard-on raging from the nightly dreams of the two of them. He wandered to the shower and washed up, trying to clear his mind and get his blood circulating away from his penis. Twenty minutes later, a much cleaner, but still horny, Vincent emerged from the steaming shower, towel in hand. He dried himself off and flexed a few times, feeling that much sexier knowing that Erin adored his body. Still thinking about what he had missed this morning, he decided to just deal with it. Pulling on a shirt, he picked up the note and turned it over and found a photograph taped underneath.
“Hey big boy, I figured you’d like my first choice of costume!” read the note in the white border. Erin was naked, legs spread, clutching at a rather large dildo buried halfway into her cunt; face forever screwed into pure ecstasy. Vincent changed his mind and started to jerk off, sitting on the bed and staring longingly at the picture. His eyes opened and closed and he moaned softly, the picture ingrained to his memory. However, a readjustment of the picture uncovered two more words.
“Don’t cum.”
A strangled groan escaped his throat as he stopped, right on the edge. Normally, he wouldn’t care about notes like this. But Vince had learned. If Erin didn’t want him to cum, she had plans for him later. Vince shook his head and laughed, getting up and pulling on his work uniform. “This had better be good…”
Erin pawed through what was left of the costumes on the almost-bare racks. She couldn’t believe she waited until Halloween to get a costume. Then again, her friends waited until the night before to invite them. Still, she had her plans. She hoped her loving husband hadn’t missed the most important part of her note, and was saving up just for her. She wanted that night to be special. Their fifth Halloween together and they always tried to do something special. This year, she wanted to unleash his wild side, like their second Halloween…their honeymoon…Erin shook her head, realizing she had just been standing there in Fantasyland, reminiscing about their love. She still couldn’t believe it had been five years since they began dating, but that would have to wait. This was about tonight, and tonight was going to be special. The butterflies from their first night were back as she picked out a long, flowing, green dress with wide-open cleavage. Vincent would love this, if he even stopped to see it.
Vincent tossed yet another pizza as his shift ticked away. He still hadn’t seen Erin at all that day. That, coupled with the morning’s episode, had him struggling to keep from getting an erection. He slid the pizza into the oven and checked his cell for the time. A new message popped up. Erin. Trying not to get caught by the boss, he checked the message to find directions to a house on the edge of town.
“Hey baby. Some friends of mine invited us to their party! Wear a costume and meet me there! Trust me; you’ll be glad you did!”
Vince grinned and pocketed his cell, checking the time again and realizing his shift was over. He almost ran out of the pizza place, anxious to find out what his beautiful wife had planned. Unlike her, his costume had been planned out days in advance, and waited for him in his car. Still, he was going mad without her.
Erin decided to visit a couple of old friends before going to the party. Just like every year, they were seated in their living room, giving out sugar to whatever kids dared trick-or-treat that year. They sat around and caught up on old times, speaking about Vincent, what happened to their classmates, what teachers they had seen lately. They all shared a few laughs remembering the haunted house that used to operate at the high school. As the sun set and the party loomed, Erin got up and excused herself, thanking them for having her over. Before she left, she stripped down and pulled her costume on, leaving her panties in the shopping bag she brought the dress in and changing her sports bra for a pushup, making her breasts appear to be almost falling out of the top of the dress. She then hurried to a convenience store to get some pumpkin ale for the party. Before she headed out, she took out her cell phone to make one last call.
Vincent growled as he walked out the door and into his car. The two had agreed to meet at a Halloween party that night, but for some reason, Erin would only agree to go if they went separately. Vince was dressed in a stereotypical 30's gangster outfit, complete with plastic Thompson sub-machine gun in the trunk. Bored of the car ride out to the edge of town, he checked the messages on his phone.
"Hey Vinnie, what's happening, hu-"
Vincent hung up. His friend Eric had decided to call him up to make sure he'd be at the party. "Why the hell does everyone call me Vinnie?" Vincent grumbled as he waited at a red light. "Almost there now...hope Erin doesn't forget."
The sun was setting as Vincent parked his car. He couldn’t find Erin’s car anywhere, so he just assumed she’d be late. “Fashionably late!” Vincent whispered to himself with a chuckle, mimicking exactly what Erin would tell him to justify spending twenty more minutes messing with her hair. Giving up on finding her car, he started walking up the far-too-long driveway.
Vincent's cell rang again just as he walked into the party. "Hello?"
"Hey big boy."
"Erin..."
"Ready for your surprise tonight?"
Vincent grinned, his mind racing, despite the lack of blood to that particular head. "You know it, sexy. Hope you can find me."
"You know I will. Don't blow your wad over small talk, okay?" Erin hung up and giggled, knowing the effect that would have on Vincent. Erin finally drove towards the party, thinking about how big her man must have gotten already.
Clutching a beer and glancing over the crowd, Vince wondered why it was taking so long for Erin to show up. Little did he know Erin was waiting for him; sitting on the bed in the makeshift coatroom. The combination of the beer and sodas drank while working that afternoon caught up with Vince, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom, mentally cursing at himself for excusing himself from no one. "Fuck, the funny things we do when we're drinking..."
Erin watched as Vincent walked by, oblivious to her on the bed. She got up to follow, but only saw the tails of his pinstriped trench coat disappear into the bathroom. "Showtime..." muttered Erin, grinning to herself as she snuck into the bathroom. Vince looked over and grinned with her.
"Well, hello beautiful."
"Hello yourself.