They let her go a week
Before me. Maybe
I should have seen the sign,
Read the tea leaves,
One more ex co-worker.

I'd missed her advances
After a company dinner,
The two of us, swaying
In the parking lot full of
Carnitas and maybe a margarita
And all the tension…

Now she wanted to surprise
Her husband for Halloween
Expand his sexual horizons.

Her words,
He was going to break his male
Cherry on my lips.

At a costume party.
She and I are similar
Clown costumes. Fraternal
Twins. I am grease-painted
in white with red
Cheeks, So is
she. Evil twins.
Not Mingus, nor
the Miracles.

I've never encountered a miracle, even
in the throes of passion.

She leads him towards
the back bedrooms.
Following after, blending in. Clown
about town.

She already has him out,
Hard,
stroking him. Coaxing him
larger. I fall to my
knees, slide him into my
lips. His warmth. Her lips
on mine, on his cock.

He opens his eyes, glazed
Then surprised with two clowns
on his crotch.
He pulls back, out,
hits his pressure point quick,
thick, shooting all
over my face. Greasepaint
thick in my beard, cum
adhering.

It won't wipe
off, makeup smearing. Obvious
what is drying on my face

As I stumble out
of the party, my own
cock raging. My life
plastered on my lips, my cheeks,
my beard.

I am tempted to go trick or treating.