It’s fast approaching Halloween and we’re still jonesing to play. Problem is, we have a costume party we promised some old friends that we would attend.

Halloween is the second best party of the year at the club (apparently) and we are really thinking about going. We hear from Sally and she can’t find any “pals” to go to the club with her.

This sparks some debate and we think more strongly about going, if only to get Sally to lick Jane’s pussy. We figure the vanilla party will be breaking up around 10pm, so we still have plenty of time to go play.

Jane loves Halloween and I really don’t care for it. I always pick an uncomfortable costume and end up taking it off halfway through the night, which is the plan anyway if we go to the club.

I grudgingly agree to wear a costume.

We end up dressing as pirates after Jane finds a sexy (and pretty classy) pirate wench costume and a matching pirate dude outfit for me. It is actually comfortable and fits properly.

We look so cute when we arrive at the vanilla party.

And the party sucks.

I have thrown a lot of parties in my day and there are four things that make a party fun:

1. Good guests
2. Good music
3. Alcohol (or other intoxicating items)
4. Hot Girls

This party had none of those things (except #3). I’m honestly ashamed for the hosts – there is no music (the DJ did not show up), no food (except some chips & salsa) and nobody looks like they are having fun. It’s a bunch of people sitting around in costume, drinking beer and talking.

Boooooo!

No hot chicks, either. Except Jane and our neighbor Rachel, who is wearing a bare midriff cheerleader outfit and these high-heeled saddle shoes that are just porn star hot. She has had a few beers and is overtly friendly towards me, since her husband is not there.

Uh oh. What the hell, do I just radiate something all of the sudden?

We beat a hasty exit after about 45 minutes and call Sally while en route to let her know we’re on the way. She is also getting ready to head out to the club, so the timing couldn’t have been better. We see her walking in as we pull into the parking lot.

Nice. I’ll have a girl on each arm. I should have dressed as a pimp…

The vibe in the club was very different this time around. There are no “Beautiful People.”

Where could they be?

I really don’t care.

We claim the corner of the room typically occupied by the Beautiful People. Jane has morphed into the de facto social director, talking and flirting with everyone who walks by. We are very popular tonight and have a little clique of our own forming around us.

Except our clique is inclusive, assholes.

We are bouncing around the room and being friendly and flirty with everyone. We are really having a great time tonight. There are a lot of sexy, fun costumes here.

We’ve also been chatting with another couple at the swinger site for a while. They stood us up last time we came to the club, so we aren’t expecting them to actually show. We are surprised when they approach to say hello. The wife is cute and very nice, but her husband is so drunk that he can barely put together a complete sentence. He is being belligerent and a little obnoxious and his wife is continually rolling her eyes at his antics.

Apparently, he had six drinks before they even got to the club and had continued throwing down since they arrived.

I can sympathize, since we’ve been there. But, I smell a fight on the way home for these two…

We had another surprise: The gorgeous older woman and her flyboy husband are back! For our purposes, we’re just going to nickname them Belle and Flyboy.

Belle is looking better than ever and is very flirty with both Jane and I. We were so nervous (and scared) the first time we met them that it’s a wonder that she remembers us at all. But apparently, we did make a decent impression, because she proceeds to invite us to their house (a 3 hour drive) for a big sex party.

I hope we get to play with them tonight – she’s giving us both “the eye.” I want to suck on those amazing tits. Unfortunately, they brought friends up with them and they all eventually end up in one of the private rooms. If we don’t make it to their party, I hope we get to play with them at some point.

Jane even got past her mustache issues and is willing to give the hubby a shot!

I am feeling pretty good about the whole evening so far: We both look great, are being flirty and social and having a lot of fun so far. Then, I am keenly aware of another pirate who enters the room.

Basically, compared to this guy, I look like the fucking cabin boy. The Cap’n (as he will be known) is dressed to the nines. His costume is fucking incredible – replica guns and knives, a real leather mug and a little brown jug of spiced rum, a shaved head, lots of pirate jewelry and tattoos.

His hat, a great example of what a “real” pirate hat looks like (complete with feather headdress), probably cost more than my entire outfit.

He eyes us as he walks by and I give him the “guy nod” which prompts him to approach on his next pass. I bow humbly to his superior costume, looking like Wayne and Garth when they meet Alice Cooper.

I am not worthy.

He proceeds to give Jane a string of beads with a clip on the end and puts it in her hair. He gives her a little kiss afterward and tells her he thinks she’s beautiful.

He is blatantly hitting on my wench!

And Jane likey.

He offers me a shot of spiced rum and I accept. I better get something out of this deal.

Ahh, liquor and jewelry, the way through me and into my wife’s pants…

The Cap’n continues hanging around with our group, getting more and more amorous towards my wife. Sally has been up my ass all night, even acting a little jealous when I flirted with some other women (including the Southern Belle). Several of the women from the other couples we are hanging with just simply don’t get the dynamic between Jane and I.

“He just put his arm around her and whispered in her ear!” they say to Jane.

“He just patted her ass and she gave him a kiss!” they say again.

“He has already fucked her, so what’s the big deal?” Jane tells them, matter-of-factly.

There are even prudes in the club! What the hell are these people even here for?

Then, the unthinkable happens: Sally has an awkward moment with a guy she has met outside the club. He’s nerdy, kinda shy and not very good looking. He is obviously fascinated with Sally. They talk for a while, but she is not interested at all.

He’s very nice, but I already know we are going have to rescue her from this poor guy. He hovers around our little group for a long time – Sally gives him the brush off and he’s not getting the hint. Even though he’s welcome to hang out with us, Sally does not want to play with him (and neither do we).

When it’s time to play, Jane and I formulate a game plan – I go out for a smoke and Jane grabs Sally to “go to the bathroom with her” and we rendezvous in the locker room, sans geeky guy.

Our clique is inclusive. Our bed is not.

I have had no liquor this evening (except the shot of rum). I’ve stuck to beer only and I’m glad. I have a nice buzz from the weed/beer combo and I’ve literally been standing here semi-erect all night long. No performance issues this time around.

Right?

Right…

Next: Encounter 2, Part II: All About Jane