Missy and Greg Harrison enjoy a quiet life as the owners of the historic Carlton-Steele Mansion B&B. An old Victorian home converted to a guest house, the mansion hosts an annual Halloween blast that is strictly adults only. The party has gotten progressively more 'wild' as the years pass, and so have Missy and Greg. This year they had promised themselves even hotter action in their temporary haunted house of sin, but Greg was called away for work. Now Missy's stuck as a horny hostess with a wicked costume for her role as Walda the Witch.
The grandfather clock chimed nine and Georgia came into the house. "I think we're about done out there. You all set?"
"I'm good. It's going to be a helluva party. How do you like the dress now that I've got all the rest of me in place?" Missy twirled around and Georgia whistled.
"You look fabulous. If I had the least taste for girls, I'd eat you right up."
"Any special targets for you tonight?"
"Naw, but I'm open. I might pretend I don't know who Jason Caldwell is and get a once-a-year piece of his fine young ass. He and hiswife have embraced the spirit of your Halloween shindig and let each other play."
"That's what the party's for. They're a great couple and the rest of the year I'm sure they're about as traditional as it gets."
"So...what are you going to do without your own playmate this year? I remember the two of you got pretty hot into it with a couple last year...who was it?"
"We don't name names. That's the whole idea, Georgia. I don't know about this year. Greg and I have always been in the same room when it gets hot and heavy. Last year it got a little heavier than I was really comfortable with. And, to tell the truth, it was a little awkward the next day."
"I guess in spite of it all, I was a little jealous. Maybe jealous isn't the right word. It was just strange to know how he almost did another woman more or less right in front of me."
"Strange, but hot. I think you two have a very healthy outlook on sex."
"All the same, I'm worried about tonight. He all but gave me permission to do whatever I wanted to tonight, no questions asked. And he's been gone for six fucking weeks, George. All the toys in the world can't substitute...."