Saturday, October 4, 2014

HALLOWEEN Excerpt from PORTRAIT OF OUR MARRIAGE!

PORTRAIT OF OUR MARRIAGE

Halloween excerpt
CHAPTER NINE

Halloween

As a couple, before the children were born, we not only had
but went to many fun parties. I remember one Halloween party in
particular when Brett had his makeup professionally done. He was
made up and dressed as a werewolf. He looked so real that all night long
I had to constantly remind myself it was makeup. The makeup artist
even did his hands; they were all hairy with long nails and looked very
realistic. It had been intimidating to look at him. When we danced
close together it was difficult to see the real man underneath all that
makeup. Even his eyes and teeth looked frightening. The evening was
so much fun though; Brett scared everyone and we danced late into the
next morning. Brett loved the whole dressing up and scaring people
theme and thus it set a pattern for our future Halloweens.
Later as a family Halloween continued through the years to be a
big event. I remember watching Brett with the kids; it brought me so
much joy. He was good with them and the part of himself that was still
part kid was reborn. We went all out decorating the house and dressing
up. A photo of the kids dressed as cats, with whiskers and tails, filled the
screen. Bootsie sat in the middle of the two kids with a “what’s up with
that” expression on his face. Several more recent Halloween pictures
filled the screen.

     Brett, Chase, and his friends, Michael and Ryan, had spent
the beginning of that October decorating the yard for Halloween.
Every week Brett and Chase would scour the stores in search of
more eerie decorations, adding to our ever-growing accumulation
of Halloween decor. A huge part of the garage was specifically
saved for decorations for our two favorite holidays, Christmas
and Halloween. During the month of October our family nights
were spent watching horror films in order to get psyched for the
big event. Halloween day was the culmination of all our efforts.
Just looking around the yard, even in the daylight, I was in awe.
Although most of the yard was elaborately decorated already, by
nightfall this place would look totally different. It would come
alive, so to speak. There were two coffins set up with open lids
and the bodies we assembled in them. We’d made another body
that was hanging from a tree. The boys were especially proud of
that one and the way it swayed like a person had really been hung.
Black rubber rats, bats, and spiders with wispy webs were scattered
about. Skeletons, large thigh and arm bones, a rib cage, and several
skulls were strategically placed around the yard. One section of the
yard had eight differently sized pumpkins that were painstakingly
carved and would later have their cavities filled with lit candles or
with fog from a dry ice concoction. There was the Frankenstein
figure half hanging out of the Mustang’s open door, positioned
with its face peering down the driveway, and a rubberized dead
beastly-looking thing with its realistic plastic guts splattered across
the back trunk of the car. Yep, this year they had really gone all out.
One side of the house had a mummy figure and several individual
mummified hands and legs sticking up around the planters. The
boys had made a warning sign and placed it in the front yard, “This
property is haunted and taken over by zombies. Parental guidance
is mandatory for all children!” After a last check around the yard to
see what was left to be done, the boys went in the house to work on
music for the evening’s events.
     Breanne was having a great time running around the decorations
blowing bubbles, then chasing and popping them. Getting her to
take a nap on Halloween day so she’d be rested for the evening
was not an easy task. Brett and the boys were dripping fake blood
around certain decorations and spreading webbing around bushes,
trees, and other areas of the driveway. Lights and candles were all
placed to aid in the total spooky effect. Costumes and candy were
ready for the evening to come.
     The day seemed to pass quickly and the kids were hyper with
excitement. Bootsie was locked up inside for the night. He lay
peeking out the living room window, stretched across his scratching
post, none too happy about being left out of the family activities.
I heard the boys blasting their music. Luckily, we were close with
our neighbors and they relished every celebratory Halloween along
with us. Darkness would soon set in.
     Brett grabbed a couple of the bowls to take outside. “This is
going to be the best night ever!” he proclaimed.
     “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo wailed from the speakers.
Chase and two of his friends were singing loudly along with the
song as they finished prepping some of the decorations outside.
     Brett upon re-entering the kitchen almost ran into me. His
vampire makeup and costume looked very authentic and creepy.
“You and the kids look great,” I said, complimenting him and
gingerly planting a kiss on his cheek.
     “Hey knock that off, you’re going to ruin my makeup,” he said.
“You’d better hurry and get dressed too, hon.”
     Breanne was dressed in a mermaid costume. She had a plastic
bottle of bubbles and was blowing bubbles outside while she
watched her brother and his friends, particularly one of them.
Chase, who was dressed in a Men in Black Costume, began to tease
his little sister, pulling on her costume, while Michael, one of his
friends, took Brea’s seaweed boa and began swinging it around at
Ryan. Ryan grabbed the boa from Michael and horseplay ensued.
Michael was dressed as Austin Powers and was totally unaware of his
effect on Brea. It was becoming more obvious that Brea was having
her first crush as she followed Michael around with a dream-like
look on her sweetheart-shaped face. Ryan, who was supposed to be
a Cyclops, was having a difficult time keeping his single eye in his
mask. It was constantly falling out of its socket and he had to keep
putting it back in place.
     “Ryan why don’t you come with me in the house and we’ll see
if we can’t glue that in place,” I said.
     “That sounds great Mrs. Ketchum, do you think the glue will
dry fast?”
     “We have one of those super glues, it’ll hold,” I answered him
with a satisfied smile. Walking in the house I could hear the song
Weird Science playing.

. . .

     Darkness had come. I was finally dressed and the only lights
lighting our home and yard were that of some red strobes, candles,
and lit pumpkins. Outside, a foggy mist from a fog machine was
wafting through the air complementing the atmosphere of our
ghostly, creepy, and spine-chilling decor. The music “Thriller” began
to play. Chase signaled his friends, who both followed him and
lined up spread across our driveway. The boys in unison did their
imitation of the Michael Jackson Thriller dance. It was etched in
their memory from watching their much-loved idol and from lots
of practice. Adults and children from the neighborhood gathered
in the front yard enjoying the performance and decorations while I
eagerly passed out candy from the filled cauldron.
     “Hey, I’m gonna take Brea out trick or treating in a little bit.
You got everything covered here?” Brett asked.
     “Oh, I’ll be fine. Chase said he and his friends will hang
around handing out candy and scaring the kids for a while.”
Impulsively reaching up to pat his black-slickened hair down I felt
a contentedness. “I’ll be overseeing them to make sure they don’t
scare the little ones or get too wild,” I answered with a grin.
     “You do that, I don’t want any complaints from the neighbors.”
     The sight of a police car slowing down as it pulled over to the
side of the road caught Brett’s attention. The officer in the passenger
seat was Rob, one of our friends and neighbors.
     Rob rolled down the window and called out with a smile, “Hey
anyone here seen Little Red Riding Hood, some bears, and a wolf
go by yet?”
     “They came by earlier with a Batman and Robin. We took some
pictures. Nicky will get those to you guys later this week. Hey Rob,
you dressed up as a cop for fun or are you on duty?” Brett joked as
he made his way to the car.
     “Ha, ha, funny one. Duty calls and some of us do have to work
for a living.” Rob laughed and reached up to adjust his heavy blackrimmed
glasses. “Great costume, Brett. Looks like you guys have a
pretty good-sized crowd already. Someone egged and teepeed some
of the houses a couple blocks away so I thought we’d come by and
see how you all are doing. You know, keep the peace,” he sighed.
     I had seen the car and Brett head over to it so I handed the
candy container to Chase and slowly made my way past the trickor-
treaters to be next to Brett. “Hi Rob, we saw Meg and the kids
earlier. Too bad you have to work. It seems you always get stuck
working holidays.”
     “It does seem that way, but if I want Christmas off I have to
work Halloween and Thanksgiving this year.”
     “Can I get you two some coffee or anything?” I asked.
     “No thank you, but Nicky . . . Nicky, look at you.” He let out a
whistle. “Nice Elvira get up,” he said in a seductive drawl.
     I did a slow turn around to show off my outfit and wig of slinky
long black hair, then I linked my arm through Brett’s and he pulled
me close to his side.
     “You’re way too hot for this guy. What do you see in him
anyway?” Rob joshed. “Wow, Nicky, looks like you’re doubly
loaded,” Rob said provocatively, showing his trigger fingers and
raising his eyes to emphasize he was enjoying the cleavage view.
     The very low cut black Elvira dress accentuated my breasts,
which looked like two large melons practically spilling out from
the black lace push up bra I was wearing.
     “I don’t think I’ve seen this side of you before,” Rob said, then
he and his partner both shared a subtle laugh.
     Embarrassed, I tugged at the low cut dress, unsuccessfully
trying to pull it up for more coverage. Leaning more into Brett,
I replied, “And you won’t be seeing this much again.” I laughed
nervously and Brett joined in.
     “Back off guys, they’re mine, mine, mine. All mine,” Brett said
as he boldly placed both hands firmly on my breasts sending pulsing
excitement, thrills, shock, and humiliation coursing through my
veins all at once.
     “Brett, what the . . .” I recoiled sharply.
     A static call came in on the car radio. “Yikes, hate to miss this
show but got to go, duty calls. You guys have fun,” Rob said as he
rolled up the window and the officers drove off down the street.
     Brett drew me back into his arms. “Without further
interruption.” He slowly began planting light kisses on my neck.
Then quickly he lightly grasped my shoulder and led me to the dark
side of the house. The sounds of all the people and the awareness
of where we were faded into a void. “I vant to drink your blood,
ah ha, ha, ha. Von little bite, von’t hurt at all, ah ha, ha.” Brett
said playfully in his best Bela Lugosi imitation, swinging his large
flowing black cape around the two us. The silk covered and cloaked
us in darkness. I heard myself giggle and a gasp escaped my lips.
Sucking ever so lightly, he teased my neck with his flickering tongue
while simultaneously using his fingers and thumbs to bring both
already hardened buds into a nipple orgasm. How can this be? Me,
wanton and wanting more in a public place. Forbidden popped
in my mind; the forbidden fruits. I should be ashamed. A battle
brewed inside me but I was caught up in the heat of the moment.
I knew how I was raised but could not fight the raging passion
that shot through me. As his erotic assault deepened, I leaned back
against the wall where I stepped on one of the decorative bodies; it
startled me and as I righted myself I shrieked. My cry was muffled
by the sounds of “Monster Mash.” The sensual moment shattered,
I pushed Brett’s hands away and hurriedly adjusted my breasts.
     “Stop Brett, no more,” I whispered as I was brought back to
being a proper parent, remembering where we were and all the
people around us. I escaped from under the cloak and faced
Brett who wore a pouty expression. Uncloaked, I looked around.
Thankfully no one had been paying any attention to us with all the
activity on the other side of the house. Chase and his friends were
still busy entertaining the kids.
     “Mmm, but you do taste vondervul,” Brett said, and in his
vampire mode brought his cloak-covered arm up, covering his
mouth. Then he blessed me by flashing that charming killer grin of
his and, even with all the makeup he was wearing, again I melted.
     “You are zo vonderfully exciting and be u ti ful, ve could make
our own vonderfullly vicked movie.” He laughed his vampire laugh
and thought a moment. Then said, “We should do zat.”
     I laughed too for a moment, but then worried. Just as I was
about to make sure he was joking, Breanne ran from across the yard
breathless and hyped, “Dad, I thought you were going to take me
trick a’ treating?” she asked with a sense of urgency.
     “Oops, you are zo right. I, Count Dracula, am at your service
young lady,” he bowed. “Zo get your goody bag and ve vill be off.
Counting vone, two, three.” He laughed as he watched her run to
get her bag then turned his attention back to me. “Look, look vhat
you do to me,” he said, briefly opening the cloak, displaying dark
pants stretched tightly over a very prominent hard on.
     “I vill be back,” he said, bringing the cloak back in to cover his
lower extremities. He raised and lowered his eyebrows repeatedly,
wiggled his tongue, and in his vampire style voice said, “I vill be
back, ah ha ha ha ha.”
     Brett edged closer and began kissing my hand, continuing up
my arm, and ending at my neck, “You know you drive me batty,”
he said in a faint but serious tone. Then he pulled out a rubber
bat from under his cape briefly startling me. “Mmmm, ah ha, ha,”
he laughed, continuing his vampire act, interacting with others,
dancing, and playing with his cape. Even after all our years together
I was captivated, sucked into his humor and world.
     Delighted with another one of his characterizations, I said,
“You sir are no count, you silly nut.”
     “Oh but I am ze count vhere oh vhere is my countess?” he
asked, looking around.
     Breanne came running down the driveway and was now
tugging at her dad’s pant leg. “I’ll be your countess, Daddy, but
I’ve got to be a mermaid countess. Okay? Is that okay?”
     “Zat is perfecto. I alvays vanted a mermaid countess,” he
answered, totally enjoying his role.
     “Let’s go. I wanta go Daddy.”
     “Ve’re going little vone.” Brett replied as he squatted down to
her level and began tickling her sides.
     “Stop it, Daddy,” Brea said, laughing but not pushing him
away. “No more, Daddy. We need to trick a’ treat or all the candy’s
gonna be gone, Daddy,” she said with a hint of sad worry on her
face.
     “You’re right, hon, this is serious business. Let us go,” he said
standing up straight. “Ve go now to get ze candy,” he declared
loudly, gently taking his daughter’s hand in his.
     Aware of how much he loved his little girl, I smiled. “Go, be off
with you two. Have fun. Ahem,” I said, clearing my throat as I tried
to get in character. “Go, have ze fun and get ze candy.” I giggled at
my pathetic attempt to capture the vampire accent and reminded
her, “And Brea stay with your dad. No taking off.”
     “Bye mommy,” Brea yelled back to me as the two left in their
pursuit of candy.

. . .

     Back home, after another trip to Mammoth, I decided to go to
the library and use the computer there. After the problems I’d had
with Brett’s computer and Chase’s computer in the past, no way
was I going to look up this kind of stuff on any of their computers
at home. Beth had told me how you could look up pretty much
anything by using search engines, so here I was with questions and
looking for answers online. Being a computer novice it took me
a while to figure everything out, but I was trying and learning.
Thankfully, the area where the computers were located was isolated
in the back and each computer station was in a cubicle. I would die
of shame if anyone saw what I was researching.
     Brett seemed to be having some issues with sex lately. Nothing
he would admit to, but something was affecting our sex life. Maybe
it was the porn affecting our intimacy or maybe it was something
else. Any time I broached the subject, he changed it. I didn’t want
to start an argument or cause him any embarrassment, so there I
was at the local library, researching. He’d been having difficulty
performing as often as he used to in the same night, plus he seemed
to get soft and lose his erection sooner, sometimes even near the
beginning of the act itself. I’d be still raring to go and he’d be done.
I could tell it was not only unsatisfying for me but frustrating for
him as well. It didn’t happen all the time but it was happening
often enough to be a concern.
     After some research of “male sexual dysfunctions,” I decided to
search, “how to spice up your love life,” in case it was me causing
the problem; I was getting older, after all. The thought that he was
bored with me had crossed my mind and had me picking myself
apart looking for ways to stimulate his desire. I gathered some
clever ideas, things I would never have thought of myself. Maybe
Brett just needed things a little more exciting. Maybe if I spiced
things up he wouldn’t have any issues or need any porn.
     After the library, I went on a hunt to purchase all the goodies
I needed to assemble my fantasy bag for the evening. It was a nice
afternoon of shopping and it lightened my spirits. Since Chase
and Breanne were spending the evening at Auntie Sheryl’s, it was a
perfect time for me to set my plan in motion.

. . .

     Later in the evening after tidying up in the kitchen, I remembered
the bag full of goodies I’d purchased earlier. Enthusiastic with
promise for the evening, I decided why not now? With the kids
away it was a great time for the adults to play. I was giddy with
excitement, what I was about to do was not in my character or
in my normal bag of tricks. I had never been a seductress  and I
was seriously wondering if I could pull this off, but I was also
concerned that maybe my timing was not right. If Brett was having
problems performing I didn’t want to put any undue pressure on
him, yet I wanted to prove to myself that I was doing all I could. I
noticed Brett had settled down in the den looking through one of
his engineering magazines. So I grabbed my fantasy bag and took
off to the back bathroom. Chase had left the bathroom door closed
with the light on again. Changing hurriedly, all apprehension be
damned, in front of the mirror I went through my check off list:
Black spiked heels, a black lace underwire shelf bra, black thong
underwear with edible red licorice made into bow ties, a candy
necklace, cinnamon hearts, a crackling popping candy, and an
icing that’s a thick edible glue. Once dressed, I put little dabs of the
icing on my nipples and breasts then placed a cinnamon heart on
each dab. I’d read online that once these are eaten the hot buzz in
your mouth can be transferred to other areas for a pleasantly heated
surprise. I pulled the candy necklace up my leg, stopping midthigh
for an edible garter. I did a once over in the mirror. Excited
by my reflection, I grabbed the bag of crackling candy and rushed
over to the den. Brett was still reading when I positioned myself in
the archway between the den and kitchen.
     Against the wall I arched my head toward him and softly called
out, “Hey Brett.”
     When he looked up, the magazine went down. Slowly,
seductively, I slid down then up the wall, turned, legs apart. Facing
him, I plucked a cinnamon heart off my nipple and slowly popped
it in my mouth.
     “I’m serving dinner. Now,” I said in my sexiest voice. He stood
up. I turned my back to him, bent over, placed a finger in that

warm moist place . . .

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