Message-ID: <3514eli$9709011155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Another 'NEW' Story: The party, by Seurat Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970901112100.HAA23060@ladder02.news.aol.com> Based on a joke I was recently sent. I make no claims to the originality of the joke, only to my version of the story describing it. Gary pulled his car into the driveway and turned off the ignition. He hoped his wife had been able to get them a few costumes on such short notice; he hadn't realized his brother's party was costume only until this morning. If she couldn't find any, they wouldn't be able to go and would miss out on a good time. And since his brother didn't have parties that often, he usually put a lot of effort into making them good. Gary let himself in through the front door. "Honey? I'm home. Any luck with the costumes? We'll have to leave in a little while." The only response was a groan from the living room. He moved to investigate. There, on the living room couch, lay his wife. All the shades were drawn, and her medication was on the coffee table. He knew what this meant: one of her migraines. "Deb, how're you doing?" She moaned again. "It's one of the bad ones. I don't know if I can make it to the party tonight." "You mean you actually got the costumes? You're incredible. But I couldn't go and leave you here like this." "Go ahead without me. I'm going to take a nap and see if that helps." "I couldn't, really." "Will you go, already? It's your brother, and he doesn't throw parties that often. Just try not to have too good of a time." She tried smiling, but it hurt too much. "Well, maybe. We'll see how it goes." Gary stood in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, admiring the costume his wife had picked out. It was an executioner's robe, complete with hood and large (plastic) headman's axe. He loved it. He came downstairs to show it to her before he left, but she was already asleep on the couch. He wrote her a short notr telling her he loved her, kissed her on the forehead, and quietly headed to his brother's house. Debbie woke up and saw that it was pretty dark outside. She glanced at the wall clock and noted that she had been out about an hour, but the nap and her medication had done the job. Her headache was gone. If she got dressed quickly, she could make it over to the party and still get some good dance time in. Hell, the way she was feeling right now, maybe she'd jump Gary's bones in her brother's den, surrounded by all that leather and masculinity. This was turning into a (possibly) very good evening, after all. Debbie came in through the grand foyer, her catwoman outfit immediately attracting attention, and spotted her husband on the dance floor with some ballerina. She immediately struck out to reach him, displaced the ballerina, and began rubbing against her husband like a pussycat. His reaction was exactly what she expected; a shock of surprise evident in his stature. Before he had a chance to recover, the next song started. Debbie began running her hands all over her husband's body, occasionally brushing against his cock. He started groping her, and soon were doing more heavy petting then they were dancing. Debbie couldn't take much more of it. She said, in her most seductive wife voice (the one that drove him crazy in bed), "What do you say we go into the den and I give you my imitation of how a cat cleans itself?" With that, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the den and locked the door. He stood over by the desk, starting to take off the robe, but she stopped him. "I have another idea." Debbie lifted the hem just enough that she could pull down his underwear, then pulled his now erect member free, hanging the hem of the robe on it so it was the only thing exposed on the front of his body. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking and licking his cock. After a few minutes of this she stopped, pulled off the pants part of her own costume, and pushed him back on the desk in order to mount him. Gary had always told her he wanted her to take the iniative in sex sometime, and there was no better time than the present. She began riding him cowgirl style, and all her emotions were giving rise to what she called a 'really good' orgasm. They were both so excited that it didn't take long, and both came after only a few minutes. Unfortunately for Debbie, the pounding of blood in her veins was bringing back her headache. She knew that if she left now, she would make it how before the worst of it hit. She quickly got off him and got dressed. "Gotta go, lover. See you soon." With that she ducked out of the room and the house. Debbie woke up with sunshine pouring into the room. Her husband lay next to her, still smelling of the party from last night. He had come in after she had passed out, and she didn't know how long he had been asleep. But with her movement, he was starting to stir. She nuzzled up close to him. "So, Gary, did you have fun at the party last night?" "It was okay, I guess." "Only okay? "Yeah. Bud, a few of his friends, and I played poker out in the guest house all night. I didn't see much sense going to the party without you, so I lent my costume to Larry, the new guy at work. As shy as he is, he seemed to have a great time." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /