I stood frozen in the doorway, mouth agape. An actual, honest-to-God, Disney princess was standing in the middle of our hotel room.
I’d seen so much crazy stuff the past few days at Disney. So many unexpected, incredible moments — I was never going to be able to process them all. Watching my innocent wife transform into a sex-crazed slut for an older man. Screwing my wife’s best friend in the same room. All while a third couple, that friend’s husband and the woman he’d lusted after for decades, fucked nearby.
And that was just one encounter only a few hours before.
Our perfectly normal, completely chaste, couples’ vacation had gone absolutely crazy. So much so, that seeing an actual Disney character at Disney World was the most unexpected thing I’d witnessed so far.
Except she wasn’t a princess. Not really.
Conscious thought reentered my brain, and I realized that the picture-perfect Princess Belle slowly twirling in the middle of our hotel room had golden blonde hair. And suddenly it all made sense.
Cassie fucking Summers. She’d truly gone all out with her outfit for the evening. The stunning, striking blonde woman was wearing the iconic amber dress, shoulders bare, with tiers of ruffles running down to the floor. She had the matching gloves, as well, running from her elbows to her fingertips. She’d even done her hair up in the same way as the character.
The only thing that broke the illusion (beyond the hair color of course), was that Cassie looked too good. Her full breasts pushed through that dress in a way that no Disney character’s ever would. Her butt, similarly, stood out beyond what was family friendly. The curves of Cassie’s body, alone, would give any movie an R-rating. She looked stunning. Literally breathtaking.
“I don’t think ‘sexy nude guy’ is a Disney-appropriate costume,” Cassie said to me, pursing her lips.
I hadn’t realized she’d noticed me. My outfit was the inverse of her own: I was wearing only a towel around my waist and standing in the doorway to the bathroom with my jaw on the ground.
Cassie’s comment should have startled me into action. Instead, all I heard was the word ‘sexy.’ Cassie was one of those women — she could call me a piece of crap and it would feel like a compliment. Getting actual praise felt like being elevated to the kingdom of heaven.
“I have your costume over here, honey,” Emily said.
I’d been so entranced, I’d hardly noticed there were other people in the room. My petite, brunette wife was standing over by the bed, also wrapped in only a towel. The combination of wet hair and pink cheeks (freshly showered and freshly fucked) looked incredible on her. She noticed my attention and gave me a shy smile.
“You’re going to love this,” Allison said, “The Halloween Party is so much fun.” The tall athletic blonde, the woman who I’d been coupling with the whole trip, was busy getting dressed behind Emily. Shared nudity wasn’t a big deal for any of us at this point. We’d all seen it all. If anything, it was more confusing when one of us stayed clothed.
Something about putting on my costume while everyone watched made me uncomfortable. So, I grabbed my bundled clothes from my wife and carried them back into the bathroom to get dressed by myself.
In all the excitement, I’d forgotten what I packed. When I saw what I had in my hands, I had to chuckle. Weeks before the trip had started, Allison had told us that we’d be going to a Disney-hosted Halloween party. So, I’d assumed that I should be on-brand.
I had considered a bunch of options. I figured Emily would have loved me as Han Solo, but I didn’t think I could pull it off. I thought about going as a Marvel character, but it was hard to make those costumes look good without spending a ton of money. And Allison had said we couldn’t wear masks. So that was out.
Then I’d looked down at my own, overly-hairy body, and realized exactly who I should be. The more I thought about it, the more it had seemed like the right choice — for my personality, for the way I was perceived. Almost like a kindred spirit, honestly.
Now, looking at what I’d chosen, I realized that some past version of me had been a genius. Or fucking clairvoyant.
I put on a white dress shirt followed by a blue coat with golden lining on the lapels. I stepped into the matching pants before tying on my black shoes. Finally, I slipped on two oversized furry, clawed gloves. I used my new paws to scruff up my dark hair.
I evaluated myself in the mirror. I didn’t look half bad. The jacket was too tight around the shoulders and the whole costume was itchy as heck, but it would be fine for one evening. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, then stepped back outside of the bathroom.
Cassie was standing closest to the door. She took one look at my costume and gasped, her blue eyes practically bursting with excited energy.
“My Prince!” she exclaimed.
The whole room turned my way. By some strange luck, on the day that Cassie had chosen to dress as Belle, I’d managed to show up as Beast.
It was odd enough to make me believe in a higher power. So strange I had to consider the existence of Fate. I don’t know why the universe decided to meddle in a random Halloween party held nearly three months before the actual event, but it was very clear that something powerful had intervened.
I didn’t think my costume was anything close to what Cassie had on, but the beautiful blonde woman gushed over me like I’d achieved something truly amazing. She ran her hands over my shoulders and sides, like trying to convince herself I was real. Finally, Cassie grabbed my arm, possessively — so tight it actually hurt — and held me close.
“Well, I’ve got my date for the night,” she said.
I became very aware of the fact that, again, Cassie and I weren’t the only ones in the room. In fact, a whole cast of characters was now eyeing the two of us. I couldn’t read their faces. But then I saw how things had worked out and I almost laughed. I wasn’t the only one the gods had messed with that night. Not by far.
Mike, the tall blond man whose crush on Cassie had created all of this canoodling in the first place, was dressed as a Return of the Jedi-era Luke Skywalker. It was a fairly simple costume: he had on a black shirt and pants with one dark glove on his right hand.
Standing next to him, in full Princess Leia regalia, was my own wife, Emily. The petite brunette had on the long, white dress from the first movie (sadly, the bronze bikini that complimented Mike’s look would not have been anything close to Disney appropriate). She’d also done up her hair in little side buns to help complete the look.
Meanwhile, Mike’s wife Allison, my usual partner from the last few days, had gone in a very different direction. She was dressed as Jessie from the Toy Story series. She had on a white and yellow flannel shirt and a pair of cow-print pants and brown boots. She was wearing the trademark red hat and had done her blonde hair up in braids, though they were far shorter than the actual character’s.
Jack, however — Cassie’s silver haired husband who’d been responsible for ravishing my wife regularly — hadn’t gone as a Disney character at all. Instead, he’d dressed up (appropriately, I might add) as a simple cowboy. He had on a checkered shirt and jeans with a pair of cowboy boots and a matching hat.
“Well shit,” Jack said, looking over at Allison and affecting his best cowboy drawl. “Looks like it’s gonna be you and me tonight, pardner.”
Allison shook her head at his silliness, but she didn’t disagree. I had the feeling that the athletic blonde didn’t like Jack all that much — she found him too pushy and condescending — but it was hard to argue with the way things had worked out.