Halloween Slut

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It was cold and wet outside. The typical autumnal evening with the trees shedding their leaves in the rain soaked wind over a carpet of golden browns.

It was nice to be inside.

I had my arm around my sexy ethnic wife who was dressed in her pink dressing gown. She was British Asian with long legs, a nice wholesome rack and the biggest black eyes imaginable. Her skin was the palest shade of mocha.

Katrina and I was watching an annoying travel vlogger on our large flatscreen. A load of over privileged students where getting wasted at a full moon beach party in Thailand. Kat suddenly perked, “Come on, Don. Let’s do something freaky or wild like that.”

Katrina was not freaky.

I loved her because she was the perfect wife. She was sensible and stable, intelligent and caring. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”

“I know. But I feel like I missed out on doing stuff like that when I was young. My parents were strict.”

I wasn't convinced. “You’d hate it. Being hot, smelly and sweaty is not your thing.”

“I know. But it would be nice to have one last blow out before we have kids.”

“Hmm. Whatever.”

Katrina slapped my chest. “You never take me seriously about things like this. “

“We've been married 10 years. I think I know you well. I know what you like and what you don't.“

“Maybe its because you’d be jealous.” Katrina saw the smirk on my face. “Oh, sorry I forgot you were a wannabe cuck.”

“I'm not. It was just a fantasy i once had.”

“One you never got over, according to your browser.”

“It is just a fantasy. I admit, it's nice when I notice guys checking you out, and stuff. But that's it. I respect you, and our love, and our marriage.”

“Good. Because I’m not a slut.”

There was a moment of silence and Katrina stopped her cocoa. Then she said. “I would still like to do something exciting while were still youngish."

“We’ve just spent a fortune on the house. We can't go to to the far east. Not this year.”

“But we’re having children next year.”

At this point I had taken out my phone and was scrolling Facebook. The wife was about to explode at me for being rude, but then I suggested. “HalloweenFest. It's down the road at the old Royal Arms Hotel."

"Err. Where is it?"

"You know, that boarded up mansion on the main drag out. I heard it's about to be turned into an even space… Supposed to be haunted, you know?”

I could tell Katrina suddenly felt interested. “Tell me more.”

“A fancy dress party. It says the scariest and sexist Halloween party in the UK. It's next weekend. Adults only.”

Katrina nodded her approval." Cool. Lets go.”

"I bet you change your mind by next weekend."

"I will not. And what's more, I'm going to choose the sexist halloween outfit to wear."

"Really?"

"Yes. May as well go all the way while I still have my figure. "