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Subject: Another 'NEW' Story: The party, by Seurat
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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."
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