My wife of 24 years looked great as she slid her costume over her full breasts and lovely round ass. She knew how to accentuate the positive! I knew that no one at the party would have any problem identifying her. The small mask she wore simply made her look a little mysterious, but her smile and figure gave her identity away.
I placed my hand on her breast and squeezed a little. She captivated me still. As so often happened lately, she rejected my advances. In fact, she may as well have thrown a pail of cold water on me!
"Ted, please keep your hands to yourself! I don't want my outfit all messed up. Just get ready, would you?" Becky 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 Becky volunteered for several organizations. She seemed to have no time left for me, and even less interest. I had heard how middle-aged females' hormones, or lack of same, could diminish their sex drive. Becky seemed to be 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. Becky seemed to prefer it that way.
Linda and Jack were having their annual Halloween party. It started 7 years ago and had grown more lavish each year. They had a huge house and decorated it for the holiday. When did Halloween become an actual holiday for adults, I wondered as we waited for the door to open.
Linda opened the door and gave Becky a hug. She was about Becky's height and carried a few more pounds, mostly in the right places. Linda was always laughing and was a lot of fun to be around. She turned and gave me a hug next.
"You two look great. Becky, the men will want you to serve them tonight! Your beautiful tits will drive these horny guys crazy!" laughed Linda. "French maids would find a lot of employment around here if they looked like you."
Becky laughed at Linda's remark, but I could tell that Becky loved the comment.
Then Goofy walked up to us and hugged Becky. 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 Linda chuckling at our confusion.
"Jack should be easy to recognize, really. I have said he was goofy for years now. Let me get you folks a drink and you can try to see who else you can recognize," added Linda.
Goofy just bowed and pointed the way. It looked like Jack was not going to be able to converse much this night. Linda and Jack had become our closest friends and we enjoyed them a great deal.
We joined the party and chatted with ogres and super heroes of all sizes and shapes. Eventually Becky and I were separated and I knew that would not concern her. I was having a few drinks and having a great time.
Around 8:00 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 it. 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'd 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 here by 10:30, or eleven."
"Linda 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'd call me the dumbest fuck that ever lived."
"Women love telling men how to handle every situation," I agreed. "They should have to spend time in our shoes."
Jack looked at me and smiled.
"That's the answer! Ted, do me a big favor?" he asked. "Would you put on the Goofy suit now and then and walk around looking stupid? I've been doing it all night and it isn't hard at all. I'll take it off and go out through the cellar door right now. You can sneak down here, put it on and walk around for a few minutes. Then come back down here and put yours on again. No one will be the wiser!"
I really could not think of a good reason to refuse, except that 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, you put the outfit back on and return to your Goofy self," I joked.
He needed no more encouragement. He peeled the outfit off, stashed it in a cabinet of some sort, and headed out with a wave. I looked at Goofy's head and started chuckling to my self. In another minute I was enjoying the party as Jack aka, Goofy. It was as if I was Jack. I tried to act and walk like him. I was really getting into it.
I strolled into the kitchen and saw Linda preparing some snacks.
"Jack, take these into the dining room, would you?" asked Linda. She was dressed as a witch with a short skirt and a low top. I never thought witches looked like that!
I sauntered over to her and squeezed her ass. It felt great. It was a little rounder than Becky's but very shapely. Linda 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 Linda. "You keep your eyes off Becky's big tits and these babies will be yours tonight. You like mine better, don't you?"
I just stood there feeling Linda's tits and getting hard. I nodded my agreement. Linda reached down and patted my newly formed erection.
"I see you do like them! Now get these snacks in there, pervert," insisted Linda as she removed my hand.
I found I could run a straw through a hole in my Goofy head and manage 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 was feeling no pain as 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 Becky coming out.
"Hello, Goofy," she cooed. "You are such a sexy character. I have one question I always wanted answered."
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 tight top.
"You are feeling frisky, again, Goofy," Becky 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, on not. I've decided on a way to find out for sure," confided Becky.
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 it seemed to call to me. I unzipped my pants as I quickly stepped behind her.
"If you fuck me like a bitch, I will know," stated Becky. "Do you want to fuck me like a bitch, Goofy?"
I needed no second invitation and slid into my wife for the first time in months. I didn't understand her change in attitude, and didn't care. My balls were already churning as I placed my cock at her entrance. I never remember Becky being so wet and so ready. I drove in to the hilt. She pushed back against me, eager for my cock. I grabbed 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're so horny!" exclaimed Becky. "Will that hold you or do you want to try for three later on?" she asked as she pulled her underwear back on. "I'm 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 really ask if I felt frisky again? Why was she so wet? How did she know I wasn't Jack?
It suddenly hit me, like a hammer between the eyes. Becky had fucked Jack earlier that night and she thought she had just fucked Jack again!
"Ted doesn't get any of this pussy, so he'll never know. I'm saving it just for you, Goofy," she smirked. "I love how your cum feels in me. Well, we should get back before someone suspects something. See you Friday," Becky added as she left the room.
I was ill. 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 I had no interest in anything anyone said.
"There you are, Ted," called Becky from across the room. "I've been looking for you. I want to introduce you to Martha and Bill."
I walked over and shook hands and smiled. I didn't know how to feel or what I to do. I had learned over the course of my life 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 Becky 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.
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