“It’s a chance the children had their own thing for to-day,” she said “this is only the third time since we attend the Halloween party that we get to prepare from home.”
Halloween was not traditionally celebrated on the island, the previous generations using All Saints Day only to commemorate their dead loved ones by adorning their tombs with flowers. With the globalisation of Western culture, Halloween celebration had begun twenty years ago with a group of students returning from abroad. It has slowly gained momentum and now it was common to have masquerade parties at Halloween with even dedicated shops for costumes. But it was only celebrated by adults, matters of death and evil spirits being considered too serious to get children involved.
“Yes,” her husband answered, “it was quite tricky in the past, getting a baby sitter for the whole night then moving to the hotel to put on our costumes.”
“With the costume I’m wearing tonight, it wouldn’t have done to have them see me.”
Wesley turned round to have a look at the said costume. Apart from her jewelry and makeup, she was well and truly naked.
“Definitely not what they are used to see you in,” he remarked, “even though with our trip to the nudist resort last December, they will have seen us in the nude.”
“I don’t think being naked among nudists is quite the same thing as attending a party, dressed like I am.”
“I don’t think they’d be shocked,” Wesley presumed, “surprised no doubt, but not shocked. I think we’ve been preparing them to be tolerant about every lifestyle.”
“Being tolerant on what is considered deviant by society,” Miranda remarked as she carefully applied some lipstick-like makeup on her right nipple, turning it from dark brown to silver, “is quite different from discovering your parents themselves are deviant.”
“Which is why,” Wesley reasoned, “as I have been telling you, we should find some time soon to talk to our kids about our lifestyle. it is better we tell them ourselves than let them learn it from other sources. They are adults now, moving in adult circles and, despite all the Club’s efforts to hide identities, Kev and Sweetie might fall on people or stories who will give them this information unknowingly. They might feel hurt learning it that way. You did tell me Sweetie was going to a party with her friends?”
“I was led to understand the four of them would be going to a party together and looking one after the other.”
“The Frivolous Four?” Wesley had his own name for his daughter’s friends. “Well, mark my word, they’ll be looking for some naughty adventures at whatever parties they end up going to.”
“You don’t mean?” Miranda half rose in alarm from her padded dressing-stool, giving a glimpse of her naked trimmed pussy in the mirror before she sat down again.
“That they only told you half the story and will only be starting at Belinda’s before going out for sex?” her husband remarked. “Most probably, they are young adults you know, the three girls twenty plus, your cuddly baby nearly nineteen. It wouldn’t surprise me that Sweetie has already had her first encounter with cock.”