$name1 is growing frustrated that his wife, $name2, is rejecting his advances. It isn’t until he swaps costumes with his buddy at a Halloween party that it isn’t that she’s not having sex, but that she’s just not having sex with him…
My wife of 12 years looked great as she slid her Halloween costume over her full breasts and nice round ass.
I knew no one would have any problem identifying her at the party. The small mask she wore simply made her look mysterious, but her smile and figure gave her away.
I placed my hand on her breast and squeezed a little.
“$name1, please keep your hands to yourself. I don’t want my outfit all messed up. Just get ready, would you?” $name2 demanded, more than asked.
I thought that when our two kids were grown and on their own, we would be sharing more time and passion.
It was not working out that way.
We both worked and $name2 volunteered for several organizations. She seemed to have no time for me and even less interest.
I had heard how middle-aged females’ hormones could impact their sex drive. $name2 was the extreme. I was thankful my right hand was always close by.
I donned my stupid wizard outfit and we left for the party without speaking another word. $name2 seemed to prefer that way.
Sarah and Jack were having their annual Halloween party, and as we do every year, we attended.
When did Halloween become an actual holiday for adults, I wondered as we waited for Sarah or Jack to come and open the door. Sarah opened the door and gave $name2 a hug.
She was about $name2’s height with a few more pounds, mostly in the right places. Sarah was always laughing and was a lot of fun to be around. She turned and gave me a hug next.
“You two look great. $name2, the men will want you to serve them tonight. Your beautiful tits will drive these horny guys crazy” suggested $name1, Sarah. “French maids would find a lot of employment around here if they looked like you.”
$name2 laughed at Sarah’s remark, but I could tell that $name2 loved the comment. Then someone in a large Goofy walked up to us and hugged $name2.
It was difficult to understand what he was saying because his mask had no real place from which to speak.
Finally, we realized it was Jack inside the outfit. There was no way of telling if it hadn’t been for Sarah chuckling at our confusion.
“Jack should be easy to recognize, really. I have said he was for years now. Let me get you folks a drink and you can try to see who else you can recognize,” added Sarah.
Goofy just bowed and gestured with his hands to $name1 the way through to where the party was.
We joined the party, already bustling with superheroes, ogres, witches, wizards, and pretty much anything else you could imagine.
Eventually, $name2 and I were separated amongst all the people, $name1 and I knew that would be no concern for her. I was having a few drinks and having a great time.
Around 8pm I was helping Jack bring more wine and beer from the cellar when his cell phone rang.
He quickly removed his Goofy head and answered. The conversation didn’t seem to be going his way, so I busied myself carrying the beer up to the kitchen.
When I got back to the basement, Jack was scowling.
“The boss wants me to pick up a big client at the airport. If it wasn’t such a good job, I would tell the bastard to kiss my sweet ass” fumed Jack. “As it is, I have to go do it. If the plane is on time, I can dump him off at the hotel and be back by 10:30 or 11:00.”
“Sarah will have my ass for this” complained Jack. “She keeps telling me to stand up to the boss. Easy for her to say, but if I got fired, she would call me the dumbest fuck that ever lived.”
“Women love telling men how to handle every situation,” I agreed. “They should have to be in our shoes.”
Jack looked at me and smiled.
“That is the answer $name1, do me a big favor?” he asked. “Would you put on the Goofy suit now and then and walk around looking stupid? I have been doing it all night and it isn’t hard at all. I will take it off and go out through the cellar door right now.
You can sneak down here, put the Goofy costume on and walk around for a few minutes and then come back done and put your costume back on. No one will be the wiser.”
I really could not think of a good reason to refuse, except I would be part of a deception. Well, I’ve done worse, and I had just enough to drink that some dark thoughts came into my head.
“Sure, Jack. No problem. When you get back, but the outfit back on and return to your Goofy self,” I joked.
He needed no more encouragement. He jumped out of the outfit and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants from the dryer in the cellar. I put on the Goofy costume.
5 minutes later, I was upstairs, walking around pretending to be “Jack”, and enjoying myself.
I strolled into the kitchen and saw Sarah preparing some snacks.
“Jack, take these into the dining room, would you?” asked Sarah. She was dressed as a witch, only wore a short skirt and a low top.
I sauntered over to her and squeezed her ass. It felt great. It was a little rounder than $name2’s but very shapely. Sarah looked to see if anyone was looking and then put my hand on her tits. I was stunned.
“I am casting a spell on you, Goofy,” grinned Sarah. “You keep your eyes off $name2’s big tits and these babies will be yours tonight. You like mine better, don’t you?”
I just stood there feeling Sarah’s tits and getting hard. I nodded my agreement.
I found I could run a straw through a hole in my Goofy head and was able to drink mixed drinks.
Usually, beer was my poison, but I heard someplace that drinking beer with a straw is not good. Besides, Jack was a mixed drink guy.
I headed for the bathroom. It was occupied, naturally.
I knew where the master bedroom and bath were on the second floor, so I headed up the stairs. It was my house, after all. As I went into the master bedroom, I ran into $name2 coming out.
“Hello, Goofy” she cooed. “You are such a sexy character. I have one question I always wanted answering.”
As she spoke she reached down and grabbed my cock. How did she know it was me? I felt my cock start to respond as she moved her hand up and down. I reached down to her chest and popped her tits out of the tights top.
“You are feeling frisky again, Goofy,” $name2 smiled. “I like that. Now for my question, Goofy.”
She slipped over to the bedroom door and locked it. Her tits were still exposed. She turned to me. While she did this, I was thinking, did she say ‘again’?
“I want to know if Goofy is a dog, or not. I have decided how to find out for sure,” $name2 confided.
She stepped out of her thong and kneeled on the bed. Then she went to all fours and reached back and flipped her short skirt up. Her pussy was wet and called to me. I started to unzip my pants as I quickly stepped behind her.
“If you fuck me like a bitch, I will know. Do you want me to fuck you like a bitch, Goofy?”
I needed no second invitation and slid into my wife for the first time in months.
My balls were already tightening as I placed my cock at her entrance. I never remembered $name2 being so wet and so ready.
She pushed back against me, eager for my cock. I grab her hips and pounded her pussy fast and hard. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to blast a load into my wife’s little honey pot. She came almost immediately, and I followed right after.
“You are so horny” exclaimed $name2. “Will that hold you or do you want to try for three later on?” She asked as she pulled her underwear back on. “I am going to walk around with your cum inside me and trickling down my legs.”
I was still trying to digest what she was telling me. Try for three? Did she ask if I felt frisky again? Why was she so wet and how did she know I wasn’t Jack?
It suddenly hit me, like a hammer between the eyes. $name2 had fucked Jack earlier that night and she thought she had just fucked Jack again.
“$name1 doesn’t get any of this pussy, so he will never know. I am saving it just for you goofy,” she smirked. “I love how you’re cum feels in me. Well, we should get back before someone suspects something. See you Friday,” $name2 added as she left the room.
The revelation had sobered me up completely. It was no longer fun to wear Jack’s disguise.
I worked my way back to the basement and switched outfits again. It was 10:30 and Jack would be back soon. I went back upstairs but had no interest in anything anyone said.
“There you are, $name1” called $name2 from across the room. “I have been looking for you. I want to introduce you to Martha and Bill.”
I walked over shook hands and smiled. I did not know how I felt or what I should do. I had learned over many years that when I am confused or angry, the best course of action is to do nothing. Think it over first, so I started thinking.
I looked at $name2 in a whole new light. She had refused me sex for quite some time, and I believed she simply had lost interest. It turns out she had only lost interest in me.
She looked fantastic in her outfit, and I admired her beauty. I always had. I was going to have to decide what I was going to do about her affair if anything.
One of my first reactions was to tell Sarah, just so Jack’s ass would be in a sling. I realized as I stood there, revenge could not be controlled.
I didn’t have to react like a wounded bear, swiping anything within reach out of pain and anger. Sarah deserved to be happy. Perhaps Jack and $name2 would send their affair and Sarah would bever get hurt. The one thing I realized was I would not be the one to hurt her.
It occurred to me that I cared for her more than her husband and $name2, her ‘best friend’. Sleeping with a woman’s husband would test the friendship. That was when Goofy came strolling into the room.
I wanted to knock him on his ass, but that would only lead to a situation I could not control. He put his arms around Sarah and $name2 and nodded his stupid head.
Sarah was beaming and $name2 looked quite happy, was she thinking how she had put one over on Sarah and me? Was she a monster I did not know?
It was approaching 11 and I was emotionally drained. I needed to sit down and think.
“$name2, let’s call it a night,” I suggested. “It is getting a little late and I am tired.”
$name2 flared up immediately and gave her an intimidating look as she said, “Are you kidding $name1? It is only 11 and the night is still young. We can stay another hour or two, at least.”
Two hours ago, that would have ended it. Then I was after that carrot on the string, we call pussy.
Now I knew how $name2 felt and I had no real reason to be overly concerned about her wishes. I realized I suddenly felt free. I could start acting like a man.
“You can stay all night if you want to, and I am certain that in that outfit, you will find more than a few men that will give you a lift home. Jack, Sarah, thanks for a great time. I will see you guys soon.”
They stood with their mouth open as I spoke. I turned for the door. I heard Sarah call a goodbye as I closed the door. By the time I found the car and started it up, $name2 was yanking the door open and yelling at the top of her lungs at me as she jumped in.
“You selfish prick. How can you do that to me? You should be ashamed of yourself. I think you should go back in there and apologize right now,” she screamed.
She hadn’t bothered to even close the door in her anger. I simply reached over and shoved her back out the door.
She fell, facing me as she landed. I didn’t want to drive over her, so I waited for her to get clear of the door and close it. To my surprise, she climbed back in and closed the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she demanded
Before she could say any more, I reached past her and opened her door.
“You can ride home with me or get out, but if you want to ride with me, you will shut the fuck up. Do not yell at me ever.”
$name2 looked at me for a minute and closed the door. The ride home was silent. I knew she was trying to figure out my attitude and was drawing blanks.
I also knew she was trying to pierce me with her eyes and her silence. There was a time when her silence hurt me more than her words.