You see, two months ago, I was your average guy. Not a hunk, but not a wimp either. Good job, reasonably handsome, and happily married to the gorgeous...girl hugging me from behind, Amy, the girl of my dreams. And we were happy, very happy together and very much in love. I truly felt Amy was the other half of my soul, and she felt the same about me. There was one main flaw in the picture. Sandy, Amy's long-standing best friend, hated me. Oh, not me specifically, men in general. She thought we. The zipper of the satchel rasped loudly as it was opened and Tim beganrummaging. The black satin camisole straps were dropped from hisshoulders as he leaned forward. He produced a white lace trimmedbrassiere and quickly hooked himself into it then spun it around andslipped the straps over his shoulders. The ample silicone forms thenfilled the cups and the black satin camisole straps were replaced. Timsmoothed the shiny black fabric over his "breasts" centering the cups ofthe camisole over. The two of you have sex every few months, birthdays, anniversary, valentines day. It's unadventurous but still nice enough. You were a little adventurous when you were younger, but those days are gone.So it surprises you when your wife, while paging through your city's free paper one October morning makes a suggestion."We should go to the Erotic Costume Ball" she says with a little shy spark in her eye. The Erotic Costume Ball has a reputation in your city. Started ten years ago, it's been. What!?” She asked him as he closed in and crossed her arms over her breast. She was wearing a long-sleeved nighty and a headcover then.Vivan was sitting on her bed.“I’m sorry about what I did to you last time, Hamida. We were alone, it was a cold night, and at your age even after bearing four kids, you’re still beautiful beyond any of my imaginations. I can only imagine how beautiful you looked like when Arav met you.”Hamida didn’t know what to say, but she kept listening.“Also, I know this,.