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Masquerade

A Cuckold Halloween

By Jane Emery



Copyright 2016 Jane Emery

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Don't say a word and keep the mask on.



Al and Gail have been invited to a grand gala this Halloween, masks and costumes required. Tonight's event is taking place at the Memorial Auditorium, a building known to host everything from music concerts to college graduations. This is a fund raising event to help build a new wing to the children's hospital so many of the social elite will be present. It's not often that the couple will be able to rub elbows with local celebrities and professional athletes; even though you won't be able to see who is under the costume.

They walk down the sidewalk heading for the auditorium that is already bustling with excitement. Limousines line the street in front of the building as all the high society people step out in their designer costumes fit for a ball. There are many other outfits from scarecrows to superheroes, all of them ready to enter into the costume contest. The winning prize is a large donation given in the winner's name and a picture in the local newspaper.

Al is dressed as the Phantom of the Opera with his mask secured around the back of his head. Gail is dressed as Queen of the Dark Elves with a fancy headdress and her black mask attached to it. She has the pointy ears and dark lipstick to accentuate her evil look. No one else in the building knows about the couple and their plan to have a sexual encounter here at the party. It wouldn't be such a big deal; most people will come to these parties for some sweaty sex in the coat room. Al and Gail however want to take it up a notch; he wants to film his wife steaming it up with some random stranger in the coat room. They keep their eye out for someone perfect, alone, and ready to go. The couple mingles for a bit and has a few drinks.

"What a great party," Gail says to some random people dressed like a king and queen.

"We came to this event last year and almost won the costume contest," the king says to her, "This year I think we can take it."

The couples move on and speak with others; just for the hell of it Gail and Al even enter the contest. The band plays on as dancing gets going out on the parquet, the two walk around the floor to retrieve more refreshment. That's when she sees her target- a man walking alone dressed as a barbarian with a complete wolf headpiece draping over him. He has a large broadsword on his back and bulging muscles.

"I wonder if the size of his weapon is any indication of his own tool." Gail says to her husband as she stares at the burly man's phenomenal physique.

"We'll find out soon enough," he says back to her.

The pair set their plan in motion. Al walks away from his wife in the opposite direction and Gail stays where she is at the bar. The idea is to walk up to the barbarian and explain a precarious situation; something that wearing a costume aids in perfectly. Al wants to come up behind him and start a casual conversation before proposing his conundrum. The man walks up to the costume contest registration table, Al walks up right behind him.

"Great costume," Al says to him to break the ice. "Wish I thought of something like that. I went with The Phantom thinking the ladies would like it, but you take the cake."

"Thanks man," The Barbarian smiles at Al. "I figure if you got the goods why not show it off? The ladies love to see some skin."

"You got that shit right," Al chuckles. "You see any good tail around tonight?"

"Plenty, but most of them are with their husbands; but I can always get them while the hubby's at work."

"Let me guess, you're a fucking personal trainer to a lot of these women?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?" Al doesn't say a word; he just motions his hand over the sexy body of The Barbarian to let his wife know he's found the target. "Like I said, if you got it let 'em see it."

"Holy shit," Al says as he watches Gail walk away from the bar.

"What's up?"

Al puts his arm behind The Barbarian and walks him over to the bar, "Let me buy you a drink."

"I thought it was an open bar?"

"I'm just using it as an expression my friend." Al likes the fact that this Adonis of a man is not too bright; he can be more susceptible to his offer. "Let me get two rum and colas," Al says to the bartender.

"I don't drink hard liquor," the stud tells him.

"Let's get this barbarian a beer," Al shouts to the barkeep.

"Light beer!" The Barbarian shouts behind him.

Moments later they have their drinks and Al is ready to tell him. "I need a huge favor," he starts, "It's kind of a, I'll scratch your back you scratch mine kind of thing."

"What do you need me to do?"

"It involves my ex-girlfriend," he continues by telling him that they recently broke up and he wants to move on to someone new. She knew he was going to be at this event and thought she would be able to surprise him. He saw her costume in her closet one day so he knows what she will be wearing. "Turn around." The Barbarian turns around when asked, "You see the one in grey dressed as the dark elf queen?"


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