Halloween Surprise

Halloween has become as commercial as all the other holidays. The push towards Halloween starts in late August with a barrage of candy commercials, TV shows' Halloween episodes, and morbid paraphernalia flooding any store you walk into. RIP signs. Ghosts. Goblins. Pumpkins. With kids, it amplifies the intensity of the All Hallows Eve annual festival. It is also one more event that keeps parents consumed with children's activities - principally Halloween parties and events, from school to neighbors.

My wife and I were talking about all the planned Halloween events that we have to shepherd our kids to. Halloween was a month a way. I am exasperated. For two reasons. One, we are always either planning our kids lives or taking them to all of their activities. Two, we have become roommates...two chaperones living in the same house, sharing the same bed. Its not that we don't make time for each other anymore, we don't "have" time for us anymore.

"Honey," I pleadingly say, "Look. I don't know that they can do all of these things. Maybe they can. We will make it work. It really does not require all of this planning. What I really want to do is plan something for us. Can we please get your parents to come over and watch the kids? Let's you and me do something for Halloween. The kids like the candy, but are not into trick or treating anymore. We could get a babysitter to hang out with them while, I don't know....Let's go to a party. An adult party. Or a bar and get drunk. Just you and me. Hell, we could go to a freaking costume party, for that matter. We can get dressed up, flirt with each other and have sex in the car. We can go to a haunted house and grope each other in the dark. We can be risqué. Whatever. But let's you and me do something. We need some time. I need to get laid. By you. Please."

A grown man pleading for sex is a shameful thing. But enough is enough. To my wife's credit, she understands. She reaches across and grabs my face and kisses me. Not the heading out the door, see ya later, grandmother variety kiss. She is truly, passionately kissing me. Tongue and everything. Since she rarely does this anymore, I am shocked. I, of course, am instantly erect. Guys really are pretty simple creatures. Or I am.

She knows this all too well. She reaches out and strokes my hardness through my jeans. "We really haven't had much of a chance lately to be with each other. It is a crazy time. I will make it up. Promise."

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