The Halloween Party_(1)

The Halloween Party

Halloween is a great time of the year to party hardy. My wife Renee and I throw a big Halloween Party every year in our barn. We renovated an 1882 farmhouse that has historic ties to our past. My grandfather’s grandfather built it. This year it became a hundred and twenty-five years old. The renovation took us five years and a lot of money, time, and effort but it was worth it.

Five years ago we held our very first Halloween Party in our barn. It is in much better shape now. I think it is almost in its original splendor.

My fourteen-year-old daughter Nevaeh helped my wife plan this year’s party. We chose Nevaeh for her name because it is Heaven spelled backwards.

This year thanks to my daughter’s suggestion all of the women would be dressed alike and so would the men. The men were to come as Tarzan in a little loincloth and not much else, in fact nothing else. The women would all be dressed in very skimpy yellow polka dot bikinis. String bikinis no less. They would also be wearing gorilla masks that would completely cover their head, face, and hair. My wife liked the idea of the men not being able to even recognize their own wives or daughters. My wife ordered the thirty-six bikinis and gorilla masks for the women and thirty-six loincloths for us men.

On the invitations the women were told to shave their pussies bald just before the party so that no one could see a blonde or a redhead. They were told to bring makeup to cover any tattoos or scars also. The whole idea was for the women to all look the same and to become anonymous.

Everyone seemed excited about this Halloween party. Renee and Nevaeh kept teasing me for the whole week before the party. Nevaeh said that I would get so drunk that I wouldn’t be able to tell one woman from the next. Renee said that she was going to get very horny this year and attack me right during the party. I was told to lie out some nice fresh straw on the floor in all of the stalls and small rooms in the back of the barn. Renee said that they would get plenty of use this year.

People started arriving early. The women all went to the house to change while we men were sent to the barn to change. I had been helping out all morning setting up things in the barn so I opened up the box of loincloths and showed the men their customs. One size fits all. As Renee had suggested we each had a big glass of her Witch’s Brew before getting dressed.