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The Peloton, The Prius, & The Party: A Halloween Story

The Peloton: This story really starts at Memorial Day. Well, the small Memorial Day Cook Out that Isabella DiMartino and her husband John threw. It was a small crowd, but there were a few unexpected guests. Derrick, a friend of John’s brother ended up coming with his new girlfriend. The new girlfriend was very pretty, and wore a sexy sun dress. All of the guys were all goofy around her, because they were so taken with her. John included. He wasn’t inappropriate, by any means, but Isabella could tell he thought the girl was hot.. Isabella had always been chubby. Lots of pasta dishes and canolis will do that. As usual during the cook out, Isabella was complemented over and over again for her amazing cooking and her great hostess skills. All the while, the not invited pretty girl, Ava, was really the hit of the party. It was at that moment that Isabella decided to buy a Peloton.

She started working out each morning, and the schedule very much agreed with her. She soon changed her diet as well. John lost 10 pounds just from the change in her cooking. However, John wasn’t really trying to lose weight. He had always liked Isabella the way she was. (And he LOVED her cooking). However, he was a good husband, and he supported her new passion for fitness… though he secretly hoped it would be short lived.

The Prius: The second catalyst in this story is John’s Prius. Well, it is really more about the box truck that hit his Prius on September 15th. The collision pushed his small electric car off a bridge. Not a massive bridge like the Golden Gate, but a small bridge over a little river. The car went into the river, with John inside.

He was fine, outside of a busted wrist and some bruises. However, his Prius, and his I phone were not. Between insurance and confusion with an apple id, it took him a month to get a car and his phone back. When he finally logged in, he saw a ton of messages and texts. That included an invite to a Halloween party from his brother’s friend Derrick, the one who had the smokeshow girlfriend (Ava). John secretly wondered what sexy costume she would be wearing for Halloween. He decided he wanted to go to that party.

The Party: Isabella felt like she was going to cry when John told her about the last minute get together. She had just gotten home, and John had called from the car. He could tell in her voice that she was very upset, though he had no idea why. He didn’t see it as such a big deal.

But, John didn’t realize how jealous Isabella had been of Ava at the Memorial Day Cookout. Nor did he realize how Isabella had been planning to wear a sexy Halloween costume herself this year. She was a good Catholic, Italian American girl. She always had been. The pudgy, trusted friend who was a great cook. Like all women, she knew that Halloween was the one time of the year that good girls could dress kind of slutty and get away with it. Hence, she had been planning to get a fairly sexy costume together since she started realized how great her body looked at the end of the summer.

Then came John’s accident. The worry, the constant rides to each other’s work, the fighting with the Apple Store people. It had been a whirlwind of a month, and she hadn’t been able to go to the Spirit of Halloween store and try some things on to figure out what she was going to wear. Now, with what was turning out to be a surprise Halloween party that was an hour away and likely the only one they’d get invited to all season, she was realizing that she had blown her opportunity.

She was kicking herself for not just buying something online. However, her first foray into that had not worked well. She bought some leather pants that were tighter and shinier than she was ready for, and she bought some high heeled shoe things that were waaay higher than she thought they were going to be. It was when those arrived that she realized that she had to see things in the store.

But, the Sprit of Halloween store was like 45 minutes away. Long Island traffic on a Friday night in October was crazy, she’d never make there and back in time. Nevermind actually having time to try something on and feel good about it. She felt a tear of frustration and defeat roll down her cheek.

She called John to tell him that they couldn’t go, but when he picked up the phone, she could hear the excitement in his voice. “I heard Derick’s place is awesome. The have a DJ!” he said excitedly, “I bet he is just having this party so he can show off that girlfriend of his! I wonder what she’ll be wearing?” John laughed.

“By the way Is, I’ll never make it home to Farmingdale and then to Dereck’s place in Garden City. Can you meet meet me there? Hey, can you also just like cut up two sheets for us? We can just go as ghosts. It won’t be exciting, but it will get the job done.” He asked.

That was it. John had inadvertently triggered his wife. Her Italian temper got the best of her. She hopped in the shower. She did her make up more dramatic than she had ever done it in her life. Her thick, black hair totally cooperated, as if it knew what was at stake. She pulled on the tight leather pants and checked out her ass in the mirror. She was shocked at how good her it looked. ‘Man, the Peloton was worth it’ she thought. She grabbed a black, satin Victoria’s Secret Bra. She knew she couldn’t just wear that. Looking in her closet, she saw a black faux fur vest. She threw that on over the bra. No shirt, just the faux fur vest and a bra. She then put a belt around it to show off her tiny waist. Lucky, she had a head band with some cat ears on it from a few Halloweens ago. By wearing that, she could claim this slutty black outfit was some kind of cat costume. She finished it off by grabbing the ridiculously high heels.

With that, she stumbled out the door, holding on to things around the house for balance as she left. The heels made it impossible to walk. How did girls like Ava walk in these?

Isabella wasn’t the only one thinking about Ava as the party began. Pretty much all the guys invited to the party couldn’t wait to see what her costume was going to be. John was no different. His work was closer to Garden City than his home in Farmingdale where Isabella was leaving from. He scanned the group of parked cars as he arrived and realized her car was not among them. He had gotten to the party before she did, which he was glad about as he figured he could sneak a few extra glances at whatever sexy thing Ava was wearing without being caught by his wife.

“Bubba!” everyone yelled as he entered Derrick’s very cool condo. They had called him Bubba for years, since he was a lineman on the North Bellmore football team. He was only one year older than his brother, Vincent, and most of Vinnie’s friends had become his friends. Derrick was part of that crew. They had all been to John and Isabella’s wedding, etc.

“Dude, where is your costume?” Vinnie asked to his brother as soon as he walked in.

“Izz is going to bring something.” John replied, his eyes scanning for Ava.

“Bro, bad news.” Vinnie added. “Ava dumped Derrick. She met an Islander.”

“An Islander? Like a hockey player?” John asked, stunned and disappointed.

“Yeah. Derrick is crushed. Don’t bring it up.” Vinnie said. Of course John wouldn’t. All the friends in the group had been warned. They were all trying to be sensitive about it.

However, Derrick’s neighbor, who was simply known as Timmons, was not warned. Nor was he sensitive. Timmons was a tall, thin, nerdy man who was always trying to hang around with Derrick, despite being ten years older than most of the crew. He had also become terribly infatuated with Ava over the last few months. Not surprising, but Timmons wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

He also wasn’t subtle about the fact that he was very, very disappointed that Ava wouldn’t be coming around any longer. John and Vinnie’s friends were annoyed by Timmons lack of empathy towards Derrick, but they also couldn’t help but laugh about how Timmons seemed more broken up then the actual guy that got dumped. Truthfully, they never understood why Derrick hung out with him so much.

Soon the shots of cool guy whiskey came out. John was up for it, as he knew Isabella could drive him home in her car, and they could pick up his later. The drink was flowing, and so was the laughter. Lots of jokes about John’s Prius in the river. The Prius had always been a source of wicked joy to John’s friends. Big guy in a little car and all that.

The laughter stopped dead as Isabella walked in the condo though. It was like the record scratch trope. Everyone just stopped and looked at her. Jaws open. They couldn’t believe what pudgy, lovable Isabella looked like tonight in her black leather pants, fur vest/satin bra combo, and crazy high heels.

John just stared openly. He was absolutely shocked. He knew she was getting in shape, and that she had been looking great in her jeans, but he never imagined she would look like this. The rest of his friends played it right and tried not to stare at their buddy’s wife. Their eyes were anywhere but on Isabella.

John approached her and told her she looked amazing. She was so nervous walking in. His support really helped. They laughed about how she basically couldn’t walk at all in the heels and she gave him his cut out “ghost sheet”. John looked around and saw his friends keep sneaking glances, much like they used to with Ava, but they were really trying to be good. He appreciated that.

Timmons, however, had no idea who Isabella and John were, and didn’t care. He was thrilled to see another hottie come to the party. He went up and introduced himself. John made sure to let the tall weirdo know that Isabella was his wife. Timmons again didn’t care.

Isabella tried to be nice. “Cool costume. Are you a circus ring leader or something?” she asked. He had on a purple and green old time tuxedo type thing, with a large purple top hat. The top hat had a black and white spiral on it. Timmons went into some big long explanation of how he was some comics supervillain that most people wouldn’t know because he hadn’t made it into the movies.

Thankfully, one of the crew came and rescued them and brought them into the party mix. Isabella was less disappointed than the others about the Ava news. She was actually having a great time, despite the fact that she couldn’t stand up in the heels. Eventually, she was just sitting on some steps at the front interior entry way to Derrick’s swank bachelor pad as the guys drank.

Timmons wasn’t drinking though. He was…reassessing. For months, he had been planning tonight. Tonight was supposed to be the night that he would live his fantasy of getting the beautiful Ava deep under his hypnotic control. However, due to the stupid Islanders hockey player, that wouldn’t be happening. Timmons was still angry, but as he looked at Isabella sitting there on the steps, he realized maybe he didn’t need to punt on his entire plan.

The tall lanky man looked over at Derrick, laughing with his friends. They were such a sophomoric bunch. He pulled out his phone and texted the host:

Derrick, tell everyone it is time for the hypnosis demonstration

As soon as Derrick heard the special text notification sound that was now associated with Timmons’ texts, he immediately stopped laughing and took the phone out of his pocket. He texted back right away.

Yes Lord Timmons. As you command.

Derrick immediately sprung into action. “Hey guys, did you know Timmons is a hypnotist? It is cool as hell when you see it live!” he announced. His friends looked at each other, each taken aback by the out of nowhere comment.

“Yeah, he did it at this cool party that he brought me too. It was wild. Timmons, dude, you should do it tonight!” Derrick pushed.

“What, oh no. I couldn’t. No one wants to see that” Timmons feigned as he waved Derrick off. But as previously directed, the host insisted. Soon Timmons brought out his specially designed hypno wheel, and played a special melodic tune through Derrick’s Sonos system, which he was already synched to.

As she sat on the hardwood steps, Isabella found this all very strange. This Timmons guy was weird, and for all the time she knew Derrick, she had never known him to act like this. In truth, she was hoping the party would end soon. As the drinks flowed, the guys from the crew were having a harder and harder time keeping their glances subtle. While she always thought she would have loved the attention, it was a bit unsettling tonight, with her in this crazy outfit.

Meanwhile, Timmons finished setting up his giant hypno wheel as his special music continued to play. He had the volume pretty loud. The hypno wheel was really just a black and white spiral that spun. Isabella sat quietly and watched as the Hypno wheel turned. She could barely hear the wise cracks of the crew over the melodic music as the disk spun around and around. It was kind of like watching a record label spin on the turntable of a stereo… except it was more interesting, more fascinating than a record. A lot more fascinating.

Not that it was working to entrance her, of course. ‘This dumb thing and creepy guy can’t hypnotize me’, Isabella thought to herself.

But it was incredible to watch, she reflected—the way the spiral seemed to become larger, as though it were drawing her in. Surrounding her. Becoming the only thing she could see, as the music and his voice were the only things she could hear, the only thing she could think about, the only thing she wanted to think about.

She was truly enveloped by it all, ‘But’, she said firmly to herself, ‘it’s not like this guy could actually hypnotize me.’

It’s not like this guy could actually hypnotize me…

It’s not like…

This guy could actually hypnotize me…

This guy could actually hypnotize me…

This guy—could actually hypnotize me…

This guy could—hypnotize me…

Could…hypnotize me…

Hypnotize me…

Hypnotize me…

Hypno…tize…me…

Hyp…no…tiz…

Isabella sat staring at the spinning Hypno wheel, her face and body as still as a statue. The drunk crew didn’t notice her as the Hypnodisk took her deeper into trance. They were too concerned with making fun of Timmons as the pretty Italian wife was oblivious to everything outside of her own mind, the spiral of black and white and Timmons voice was the only thing that mattered..

The crew’s jokes were getting louder, as they thought the whole schtick was a bust. Their laughter quieted as Timmons approached the entranced Isabella. It was only at this point that they were starting to wonder if he had gotten her under his sway.

“Isabella, you hear only my voice. Only my voice matters. Do you understand?” he asked her.

She remained completely still. “Yes, I understand.”

It was the sexiest thing Timmons had ever heard. Her voice was soft and still, like the coo of a dove.

“Yes, that’s it. Just listen to my voice, and follow my suggestions. You are hypnotized, deeply hypnotized, in fact, and you love being hypnotized, don’t you?”

“Yes….”, she agreed passively.

“Yes, You love being hypnotized, and listening to my voice while being hypnotized. And as long as you continue to listen to my voice, and follow my suggestions and commands, you will remain in this deep hypnotic trance you love so very much. Do you understand?”

She paused, then, “Yes.”

“Very good. Now I want you to repeat these suggestions as I say them—and as you do, they will become an essential part of your way of thinking—they will become an essential part of your way of life. And as you repeat my suggestions, and stare into the spinning Hypno wheel, you will become more deeply hypnotized, more willing to follow my suggestions and commands, because you love being so deeply hypnotized. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Isabella answered, more firmly this time.

The crew definitely wasn’t laughing anymore, they were starting to realize that Isabella might just actually be hypnotized by this tall, creepy stranger. Despite his drunken haze, John was starting to become concerned about this little parlor trick.

“You have been deeply hypnotized by Lord Timmons.”

“I have been deeply hypnotized by Lord Timmons”

“You love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and hypnotic power”

“I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and hypnotic power”

At this point, John intervened. “What the hell man?” he slurred angrily towards Timmons.

Timmons laughed it off. “Ok, ok. I’ll get to the fun stuff” he said, seeming to relent. John was still wary, but relented a bit.

From there Timmons played off of Isabella’s loose interpretation of a cat costume. He had her crawl around on the floor and “meow”. All the guys watched Isabella’s now very toned ass sexily sway in her leather pants. Even John paused for a moment, as he had never seen his dear wife’s body quite move in this way, however, when he started talking about how badly the ‘kitten wanted her cream’, John had seen enough. He grabbed the guy by the lepels of his stupid ring leader costume and demanded this be over right then.

Timmons knew he wasn’t a fighter.. He obliged and awoke Isabella. John and the crew figured gave Timmons a dirty look and asked Derrick ‘what was with this guy?’. But soon the drink flowed again and the laughter came back.

Timmons was annoyed that he couldn’t do more with the beautiful Isabella in that setting, but he figured outsmarting this group of dullards in order to continue his dastardly plan would be child’s play. He took out his phone and texted Derrick: ‘Get really sad about Ava’

With that, Derrick’s eyes welled up. He started crying in the middle of Tommy’s story about the time Teddy stole a fishing boat. The crew didn’t really know how to react. Despite the fact that they had been friends for years, 99% of their interaction had been teasing each other or talking about dumb guy things. Empathy and support were hard for them. They all looked at each other as Derrick broke down.

Timmons acted fast, pulling out his phone and texting the sobbing man. ‘Go to Isabella, ask if she can be a shoulder to cry on. Bring her upstairs.”

Despite his heavy crying, Derrick still checked his phone when the special tone went off. He read the text and complied. His friends, including John, were happy that he went to Isabella. This was really more of a situation that a female would be better handling. The guys were all ill equipped for this sort of emotional intelligence.

When crying Derrick and supportive Isabella got into the room, Timmons was already there. His plan had worked perfectly. Soon he had Isabella, and Derrick, back in a deep trance. She was absorbing his words and his commands in her receptive, hypnotized mind.

Despite the fact that he was drunk and having a good time with his friends, John was still mad about the whole Timmons hypnotism thing. Who did that guy think that he was? You can’t just take control of someone’s wife like that! Especially on the night when she looks hotter than she ever looked in her life. That dude was probably just a creep. John glared in the direction Timmons had been. He wasn’t there. John scanned the room. No sign of him. He started to get nervous.

John excused himself from the conversation, and poked his head in the kitchen, looking for the lanky jerk. No sign of him. He checked the bathrooms, both were open. Maybe he was outside getting a smoke? John went to both the front and back doors of the condo, but found nothing. He was sobering up quickly as his adrenaline started to pump.

Meanwhile, up in Derrick’s bedroom, with the door closed, Timmons was completely focused on Isabella. “More and more aroused as you hear the sound of my hypnotic voice. I am the sexiest, most powerful, erotic man you have ever met. My hypnotic power arouses you more than anything in the world. You are more aroused than you’ve ever been be—“ he said as the door got kicked in.

“What the fuck!” John yelled.

Timmons panicked. He knew he was about to get his ass kicked. “Derrick, attack him!” he shouted. Derrick immediately awoke from his trance like state and pounced on John. However, John had a significant size advantage and easily through the host to the side of the room.

The crew had clearly heard this disturbance, as they were just downstairs. They all rushed up to see what the problem was. During their entrance, Timmons had wisely snuck out the window. All the condos in this complex were built the same, so he knew full well that there was a small roof on the other side of the window, that lead to another small roof area and ultimately a clean escape from the large jealous husband.

Isabella had never been woken from her trance. She was barely responding to John. Their friend Tommy, who was three years sober, and thus hadn’t been drinking, offered to drive Isabella and John home. John was grateful, and took him up on the offer. It was a silent and surreal ride home. Upon arrival, John thanked Tommy, but told him he could take it from there. He helped Isabella inside the house and to the couch, as she was still pretty foggy. Figuring one of them needed to be of clear mind, he went to the kitchen to get himself some coffee. He had bought her a Keurig for Christmas last year. It was one of the only kitchen appliances he knew how to use.

Isabella had never been awoken from her erotic hypnotic trance. She was still very much feeling the affect. In fact, she could feel the wetness between her legs as her hands caressed the soft leather of her tight pants. She inched ever so closer to her warm pussy. John saw this from the kitchen, as he almost spilled his coffee. This slow self-seduction was driving both her and her voyeur husband wild. Her delicate hands were slowly and seductively touching not only her leather clad legs, but her faux fur vest over her breasts, and her long, now slender neck.

John had never seen her move so… erotically. He had been so turned on by watching her move so sexually during the hypnosis show. Still drunk, John had shed all inhibition and was soon fisting his penis in anticipation of what might happen next as he watched her from the doorway of the kitchen. Isabella, for her part, was on the verge of doing something similar as she took off her boots and leather pants.

Still lost in the erotic haze of Timmon’s spell, she was lightly massaging her inner thighs. Her fingers danced around the outer rim of her pussy lips, rounding closer to their goal with every stroke. With a deep sigh, Isabella slid her fingers below the waistband of her panties, in almost unison John gave the same deep sigh. He had never seen his sweet, demure wife like this.

Isabella lightly traced circles around her clit before she edged a finger inside herself. The instant wave of pleasure from the insertion caused her to arch her back off the couch. John was treated to an elegant display of her newly perfect form as she pleasured herself. For his part, he was nearing his own completion, trying to match her strokes as she brought herself off.

John nearly lost himself seeing her as she gained momentum, her moans began to hit a fever pitch. Her crotch involuntarily bucked towards an invisible partner, she added a second finger to her pussy. Her breathing began to come in short rapid breaths and she tried to stifle her moans and squeals. In her mind, she was still hearing Timmons’ erotic suggestions.

John thought it would never come, but finally he watched in awe as she threw her head back, mouth open, breathing heavily. John felt his hard penis twitch and could not contain his load, emptying himself onto the floor below.

For Isabella, her orgasm felt like an eternity, her pussy loving her moving fingers, she grabbed her breast hard. It was pure pleasure as her whole body tensed and twitched on the familiar couch that she and John watched TV on every night. She screamed out in orgasmic bliss in a way that she never had before.

As she slowly came down, Isabella’s breathing slowed. The view for John was intoxicating, she looked like a pure sex goddess, laying in the afterglow of her tryst. He was not sure if he should try to wake her, or just let her bask in the post moment of whatever sexual experience had just over taken her. He had never been so aroused by his own wife. He had never really seen her in this way.

Overwhelmed by the new feelings overtaking him, John fumbled backward and knocked over a lamp on the table next to him. The loud crash startled Isabella and she sat up, seemingly coming up from her lanquishing trance state for the first time. John wasn’t sure if she knew he was there or not. He quickly tucked his deflated penis into his pants, and tried to act as if we was just walking into the room.

“Are you ok, babe?” he asked carefully.

She looked at him for the first time since the whole hypno thing. He could see she was still a bit out of it. “Yeah” she said quietly.

“Do you know what happened?” John asked his wife.

She looked at him with her big brown eyes but said nothing. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, or if she was even thinking at all.

“You were hypnotized” he told her.

As she processed that, she thought back to the last few hours, the white hypnodisk, Lord Timmons’ voice. So many feelings rushed over her. “I’m gonna jump in the shower” she said quietly.

Just having Lord Timmons’ hypnotic control flash through her mind was enough to get her aroused again. (And, she legitimately felt like she needed a shower). She stepped into the warm falling water and closed her eyes. Her mind wandered back to a fantasy. She was back in Derrick’s condo, watching the spiral and listening to Lord Timmons’ words in her mind. In the shower, her hands wandered her body, still tingling from both the sexual activity and her racing mind. In her fantasy her hypnotist loomed over her. Just as her orgasm begun to arise, she opened her eyes, and saw his lanky body in front of her, still wearing his top hat. She never stopped playing with herself, her fluttering eyes wandered over hypnotist, moving downward to the jutting cock he was stroking before her.

She whispered to the man.“I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and power.”

He remained silent, watching and stroking.

In the shower Isabella stood under the stream, gently stroking her tender pussy. She inserted one finger, then two as she imagined this powerful wizard pleasuring himself before her. God, she felt so wet. In her daydream she pulled her tits out to show the hypnotist, hoping he approved of her form. He remained silent staring down at her, expectantly. She focused on her hypnotist’s cock, she wanted to reach out and touch it, to kiss it, to show him her appreciation of his wonderous sexual power. She whispered again, this time out loud in the shower.

“I love Lord Timmons hypnotic control and power.” Fantasy Isabella raised her now athletic legs and peeled her black leather pants and satin panties off, spreading her legs for the hypnotist. Her wetness showing her desire to give herself to him. He knelt and she felt the heat of his cock against her smooth inner thigh.

“Put it in slave.” He commanded, she reached over to guide him home. She complied happily. As her fantasy continued, she added a third finger to her sopping pussy in the shower. Gently thrusting into herself at first but gaining pace as the fantasy Timmons fucked her in her dream.

She breathed deep, trying not to yell out into the shower and alert her husband, who she could barely focus on at this point. In her fantasy, Timmons took her with long, hard strokes. She matched his pace with her fingers, furiously fucking herself in the shower. It didn’t take long at this pace, she felt her pussy quiver and contract and she came right there, half bent over in the shower one arm holding herself up, the other buried as deep as she dare in her pussy. As she came, her hypnotic master pulled out of her, his cock covered in her wetness, he fisted it up and down a few times and it spew forth load after load of hot cum and she cooed as it covered her heaving breasts and stomach.

She collapsed in the shower, now totally out of breath, and spent she let the water fall over her.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to John, her phone received a text from Timmons, ‘time to come get your cream kitten’.