We sat across from each other at a table in the middle of the restaurant. The waitress handed us each a menu. I didn't say anything. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. Could see that something was wrong. One man's glance lingered for a second too long, but not suspiciously. Appreciatively. I knew that look, my wife got it a lot.

The waitress came over. I ordered.

"And I'll have a medium pepperoni pizza," my 'wife' said.

"Great! I'll have that right out for you." The waitress smiled and left.

"Man, I'd hit that in an instant." 'Jim's' voice. I jerked my head up from the table to see my wife's eyes following the waitress's ass as she went to the kitchen.

"Shh, damnit," I said, under my breath. "Someone will hear you." It was true. There were families and couples at tables nearby. Maybe one of them turned to look at who'd said it, thinking it was me. Maybe I was imagining it. I was jumpy.

"Aw, honey. It's ok." 'She' put her hand over mine and squeezed it. I looked down, and saw that she'd put on her wedding ring. "Ok, ok, I'll stop," she said. "Would that make you feel better?"

"Maybe. You're taking this very seriously."

She chuckled. "Don't I always?" She pulled down her sweater, smoothed it out, and brushed her hair over her shoulder. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts together, making deep cleavage where her sweater was open in front. "Tell me honestly, honey, how do I look?"

I looked her over. "You look amazing." She looked even better than usual. It was impossible to see the elaborate layers of disguise. The illusion of herself, worn over an illusion of someone else.

"Nobody could tell this..." she brushed a finger over her face, and then glanced around, and discreetly brushed her finger around her breast just enough that it jiggled under the fabric. "...isn't real?"

I gave it a hard look. "No. You look perfectly natural. Perfectly normal."

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

She was almost behaving like herself. The waitress brought the pizzas. By the time we'd each had half our pizzas, it felt like the play-acting was over. After a few unnerving hours of watching my wife 'playing' a man playing her, she was just being her.

We fed each other slices of pizza like we did when we were going out. This time I definitely saw one of the guys at a nearby table look over, jealously.

The waitress came over to take away our plates. "Can I get you guys anything else?"

"No," my wife said. "Just the check, and we'd love to take the leftovers home."

"Great! I'll get them packed up for you."

A few minutes later we were outside the restaurant, walking up to the car. My wife held the pizza box. This time, I went to the driver's side. She didn't object.

We got home and she put the pizza in the fridge. I sat on the couch, and she came out of the kitchen with two beers.

"Thanks," I said. I took a drink of the beer. She sat down next to me, and started to play with my hair with her fingers.

"So, honey, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was a little wierd, you know. Seeing you... play yourself."

"I'm sorry. I just get carried away some times." She smiled. She got that look in her eyes I know means she's in the mood. Her hand went down to stroke my thigh. "Feeling... kinky?"

"Maybe...." I said.

She knelt down in front of me. Her hands undid my fly, and pulled out my cock. I was already pretty hard.

I watched her lick the tip of my dick. She knew I had a great view, her looking up at me as she sucked me off.

One hand held me by the balls, gently and firmly. I heard her unzip her fly with her other hand, out of view. After a moment, she started to moan, as her arm moved back and forth, pleasuring herself.

She worked harder at sucking me, as she got more and more excited herself, moaning and grunting. She was moaning and grunting more than she usually did.

Then the moans got lower, and deeper. Her arm, out of my view, was moving a lot more than it usually did. Back and forth and back and forth...

She leaned back. My dick popped out of her mouth. Then she said, in a deep and masculine voice, "Oh, fuck.....," as her rubbing climaxed, she bit her lip.

"Yess....." she said, deep as before, as her rubbing slowed.

Panting, she stood up, using a hand on my knee for support.

I got the shock of my life.

Sticking out of the fly of her jeans was a dick, looking as real as a dick can look. It was big and hard, getting softer as I watched. There was a little of what looked like cum coming out of the top, glistening. There was a cum stain on her jeans, right on her thigh.

"Woah, sorry, man. I finished early." 'Jim's' deep voice, coming out of my wife's mouth. Just like 'Jim's dick was somehow coming out of my wife's crotch. He wiped his hand on 'her' jeans.

I looked up. 'She' pulled 'her' two breasts out of her sweater. They flopped against the flat,

muscular chest underneath. She peeled up the torso with both hands, showing me the back of the breast-forms, then the inside-outness of my wife's face, worn as a mask. With a sucking sound, the whole thing came off, hair and all. Jim blinked and sniffed and scratched his stubbly chin.

"I should work on lasting longer if I'm supposed to be a woman, I guess. But pretty good blowjob before that, though, right?" He raised his eyebrows and grinned.

He stood there holding the mask/torso in one hand.

I was speechless. I looked down, at 'Jim's' dick. It was soft by now. I didn't see how something that looked so real could be part of my wife's halloween costume.

"Hey, don't give me any hassle. You know how seriously your wife takes things once she gets started. And I'm sorry I jerked off onto the carpet. But hey, a guy's gotta have some fun, right?"

I didn't have anything to say. I shut my mouth and stared at him.

He shrugged, "Well," he said, licking him lips, "I'm gonna go wash the taste of dick out of my mouth." He tossed the mask on the couch. The empty eye holes stared up at me. "You can finish yourself off, right? Here," he said. He pulled off my wife's sweater, revealing the corset underneath that cinched 'his' waist so tight. "Use this. It smells just like her. So you don't get any come on the couch." He tossed it onto my lap.

Then he pulled off my wife's wedding ring, and dropped on a little dish on the side table.

"See you in bed," 'Jim' said. He went to the bathroom, flicked on the light and closed the door.