Jealousy can sometimes be a very bad thing. Not trusting your significant other can lead you into some very awkward situations, situations that you may not be able to explain.
I don't remember when, exactly, I first became suspicious of Jim, but I do remember why. He had come home from work one night after supposedly working late and I could smell another woman's perfume on him. When I mentioned it he passed it off as being in a crowded elevator with a bunch of women. From that point on I paid very close attention to all of his absences and I always found something to make me doubt that he was actually doing what he told me he was doing; bowling, golf, playing poker with his buddies, working late, bachelor parties, oh yes - those bachelor parties. So it was only natural that when the opportunity to possibly catch him in the act presented itself I would take advantage of it.
Every year Jim's company sponsored a Holloween costume party for charity and I always made costumes for the event. I'm pleased to be able to say that my costumes have won the award for Most Original on five out of the eight last events. For this year I made three costumes, one for Jim and two for myself, only one of which I let Jim see. Jim's costume was a blazing red devil, complete with horns, tail, pitchfork, and a long flowing cape; it also had a very cleverly designed fly that couldn't be seen. The outfit that Jim saw me making for myself was a black witches costume. On the night of the party I told Jim that I had developed a very bad headache and would not be able to go with him. Since he was on one of the committees he had to go and as soon as his car was out of the driveway I ran upstairs and got out the second costume I had made for myself. It was a carbon copy of the one I had made for Jim except mine had see through mesh where my tits would be. My outfit also had the cleverly designed flap, except that mine opened quite a bit further - it gave access to both my pussy and my butt (Jim loves to butt fuck me). I waited for the party to be in full swing before I entered the ballroom as I wanted to make sure all of Jim's committee business was out of the way - I did not want him to have any other distractions.
It didn't take me long to find him (that blazing red costume really stood out) and I was not surprised to see him dancing with "Marie Antoinette" - no way Jim would have ignored those exposed tits. I waited till the dance was over before moving in on him. Keeping my voice low and throaty I said that I hadn't come to the party looking for a mate, but it certainly seemed that we were supposed to be a pair. The music started again and I pulled him out onto the dance floor. It was a nice slow dance and as we moved together I could feel his erect cock poking me. Again disguising my voice I uttered that old Mae West line, "Is that a roll of nickels in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
In answer he simply pulled me closer to him so that now instead of occasionally poking me his cock was pressed hard into me.
"Tell you what," I said, "I've just had a "devilish" thought. It would be "sinful" to let that go to waste. Have you got someplace we can go?"
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