Wife-Halloween Chapter 4

I didn’t have to go to work, but I did some anyway on my laptop in the kitchen, just to keep my mind off the growing concern I had about what my wife was doing for Halloween. When she takes something seriously, she takes it very seriously, just like ‘Jim’ said.

I was sitting in the kitchen still drinking more coffee when I heard the sound of my wife’s car approaching the house. It turned the corner and went into the driveway, and the engine turned off.  There was the sound of my wife’s shoes on the gravel. But then the noises stopped. I waited for the sound of her key in the lock, for the creak of the front door opening, but nothing happened.

I went to the window, and saw that my ‘wife’ was outside, talking to our neighbor Nate, who lived across the street.

Nate was single, and dated a lot of women. Ever since he’d moved in, he’d made it clear I was a lucky guy to be married to my wife. He was almost gross about it. He’d all but hit on her when we crossed paths in the neighborhood, and she’d always given him the cold shoulder he deserved.

But now, as I watched from the kitchen window, careful that they couldn’t see, my ‘wife’ was talking to him all friendly, standing close, and laughing at what I assumed were his dumb jokes. Sometime she even put her hand on his arm. I could see her back, as she faced him, her bag slung over her shoulder, and her sunglasses up on her head. He was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and watering his lawn.

As he said something else to her that made her laugh, she put her hand behind her back as if she were scratching an itch, and gave a thumbs-up signal. ‘She’ knew I was watching.

Eventually she broke off the conversation and waved goodbye to him, and came up to our front door. She unlocked it, came inside, and closed it. I stood in the entryway holding my coffee.

“Jeez,” ‘she’ said, back to Jim’s voice and manner. “That guy really wants to get in your wife’s pants. Just chomping at the bit. Wowza.” Jim dropped the work bag in the hallway, and hung up the blazer on the coatrack.  He looked exactly like my wife, her hair over her shoulders, wearing the low-buttoned white blouse that showed off her cleavage.  But it was all Jim. Wearing her sunglasses up over her hair. He went to the bathroom and put up the toilet seat. His ass in the pantsuit looked exactly like my wife’s ass. I heard him unzip his pants, then a rustle and a low grunt, then the sound of him peeing, the constant splash into the toilet.

I couldn’t help but stare at his her—his—back. “Of course,” Jim hollered over his shoulder, over the sound of his pee hitting the water, “if Nate did get into your wife’s pants, I bet he’d be pretty fuckin’ surprised to find my dick there!” He laughed, looking back down to make sure he didn’t lose his aim. It’s a strange thing to look at your wife peeing standing up like she’s at a urinal.

I went to the kitchen and sat back down at the table. I closed my laptops. The toilet flushed, and there was the sound of Jim washing his hands in the sink.

And then came a funny sucking sound, like a balloon being deflated, or a rubber surgical glove being taken off by a doctor. Then Jim walked in, with his own head this time, but still with my wife’s body, minus the boobs. He held the hollow rubber mask with the face of the woman I married in his hand. He threw it over to the table. It landed with a thud. The mask was her torso, extending out on either side from the neck so the edge wouldn’t show under a shirt, and going all the way down to just below the breasts. The empty eyes stared up at me. I sighed.

“Did anyone notice?,” I managed to say.

“The ‘situation,’ like you put it this morning? Nah, of course not.” He paused and looked into the distance. Then he shrugged and looked back at me. “Well, maybe. But if anyone did, they didn’t say anything. In fact, I’d say your wife’s in for a promotion.” He grinned. “Maybe they saw she had the balls to take on more responsibility!” He chuckled at his joke and went to the fridge to get a beer.

I stared back at the mask in front of me. I took a gulp of coffee. I thought about how long it would be until Halloween. How long I’d have to put up with ‘Jim,’ with this whole ‘situation.’

Jim opened a can of beer from the fridge and took a swig. “I guess I should come clean, man, about how elaborate your wife’s plan is,” Jim said. He was leaning against the kitchen counter. The blouse was so baggy and loose without breasts to fill it. I had idea how my wife had given herself that flat chest. “You should hand it to her, she has this whole thing well planned.”

“How much more is there to it?”

‘Jim’ whistled. “A lot. But just you be patient. It’ll all come in time. In fact…” He looked at me with a funny smile.  “In fact, I think tonight is time for you to get to know the next player in all this.”

“What do you mean, next player?”

In response, he held up a finger to his lips. As if to say, shush.

“What you need is some company, some friendly company,” he said next. “And as friendly as I am, I’m not the guy to do it.” As he spoke, he knelt down and opened the cabinet where we kept our wines. He picked one, then reached for the bottle opener from the cutlery drawer. Finally he took out two wine glasses. “Come to the living room.” He went out in that direction.

I swallowed the rest of the coffee and put the mug in the sink. I steeled myself for whatever was about to happen.

In the living room, Jim had put the bottle and wine glasses down on the coffee table and was going around to all the windows and closing the blinds. It was pretty dark in the room by the time they were all closed. Then he turned on some mood lighting, and put on a CD of light jazz. “Have a seat,” he said. He motioned for me to sit on the couch.

“You just sit here and enjoy yourself. Give me a few minutes.” He didn’t explain anything else. He went upstairs.

I sat down.

The bedroom was directly above the living room. I heard some creaking of the floorboards as Jim went back and forth a few times. Then there was a period of quiet, then the sound of feet coming down the stairs.

I got another shock of my life when another woman id never seen before appeared in the doorway.

“Hey baby.”

She had red hair and green eyes, and was gorgeous. She looked familiar, like some movie star, or maybe she just looked beautiful enough to be one.

She wore a form fitting green dress that matched her eyes and highlighted her hair. She was barefoot.

I couldn’t tell if my wife had taken off the Jim disguise or not, to put on this one.

When she dropped the dress to the floor, I saw that this disguise was more than just some carefully placed padding and a mask. This covered the whole body, and changed every part of it. She had the curves and pert breasts and ass of a beautiful woman, even outdoing my wife’s fit physique.

She came over the sit next to me on the couch.

There was something about the way she moved and spoke that was so unlike my wife, or Jim, that just for a moment I wondered if this was some entirely different person who’d been hiding upstairs somewhere. The way she opened her eyes, tilted her head to the side to look at me, how she brushed her hair behind her ear, or flicked her hair away from her pretty face— all this tiny details that made her seem like more than just a character anyone was playing.

She moved over towards me, lifted her leg over my legs, and straddled me. She put he hands on my shoulders and pushed me down into the couch.

“And who,” I said, “are you?”

“Me?” She said, raising her eyebrows like it was a surprising question. “I’m Ava.”

“Ava.”

“That’s right, honey. I’m… a friend of Jim’s.”

“Huh. Are you a… friend of my wife?”

“Aw, honey, let’s not talk about stuff like that. There ain’t nobody else in the world right now but you,” she leaned down, bring her face to mine, and kissing me gently. “… and me,” she said. Her lips tasted like cherries.

Before I knew it, we were kissing again, and more passionately. I held her head, and lightly probed with my fingers for the edge of the mask or disguise. I couldn’t find anything.

She slipped off me to the floor. All I’d been wearing was a robe and a pair of boxers. She pulled the boxers down around my butt as I was sitting, to my ankles, releasing my dick. It dangled in front of her, I watched her eyes track the glistening tip of it as she reached and grasped it.

“Mmm, there you are.”

She plunged her mouth over it, and I gasped with the sudden warmth and pleasure of her tongue flicking at my most sensitive place…

But soon it was clear this was just the warm-up. She released the head of my coco from her mouth, then let go of it from her hands. She stood, and pulled off her green dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor. Then she carefully positioned herself over me, and lowered herself onto my dick, using her hand to guide the head of dick…

When I pushed into her, it felt amazing. Tighter than I remembered, but, and despite the passion of encountering this ‘Ava,’ what turned me on the most at that moment was the fact that, at least, I was finally having sex with my wife again. She was allowing me that, despite all the illusions and misdirections of the Jim disguise.

Making love to her was erotic, sexy, of course, but finally having a moment of honest physical intimacy with her after days of living with Jim, having this unfamiliar man ‘take her place,’ even though she was there, under that masculine face, messing with me… the trueness of making love to her, somewhere under the ‘Ava’ disguise, that was what felt most amazing.

She leaned closer to  me, and played with my earlobe with her nose, nuzzling it. My wife knew that I loved that.

I thrust harder and harder, and Ava moaned and gasped in pleasure with the rhythm of my movements under here. She was bouncing on top of me.

“Say my name,” she whispered into my ear.

“What?”

“Say my name!” She moaned loudly as I thrust inside of her.

“Ava! Ava!”

“Mmmph!”

At the peak of her moans, I came inside her, overcome by waves of pleasure and the magical feeling of finishing inside the woman I loved.  I felt dizzy, as I caught my breath.

It took me a while to realize she didn’t need to catch hers.

She got up off of me, and brushed her now-messy and tousled hair behind her ears.  

“Oh man, are you ever in trouble.”

I looked up at her. She had spoken— but in Jim’s voice. And by now I recognized Jim’s grin curling at the sides of ‘Ava’s beautiful mouth.

She reached behind her head and fiddled with something, right where I had gently probed when we were kissing. I heard a velcro-like snap, and now ‘Ava’ pulled at the sides of the back of her neck, and her face came off, to hang over her tits. There was Jim’s grinning face. I wondered again where, behind his features, my wife was hidden.

“I would offer to ‘not tell your wife’ that you just fucked Ava, but I think you can see that in this situation that’s not how secrets work.”

“But I didn’t — Ava doesn’t — “

He laughed, “whatever man, what’s done is done. Hell! Look at her!” He gestured with his feminine hands at his own shapely body, and jiggled ‘his’ false breasts as Ava’s rubber face dangled over them. “I know I’d definitely fuck her!” He turned around to show me her ass. For a moment it almost looked like Ava was back in the room, but with short hair— then Jim peeked over his shoulder, and  illusion was  broken.

“Well,” I said, “At leases my dick was back inside my wife.”

He raised his eyebrows, in a look of genuine shock. “Your what? Inside who?”

“Ava’s vagina. That wasn’t ‘your’ vagina, ‘Jim,’” I said, exaggerating ‘his’ name as if it we both agreed it wasn’t real.

“Ho ho ho! That’s actually great to hear. I was wondering how well that part of ‘Ava’ was going to work.

I stopped. I took a breath. “I… what?”

“Here, let me show you.”

‘He’ eased the shoulders of the Ava disguise over ‘his’ shoulders. It was a full-body suit, with a seam down the back from the top of Ava’s head to her tailbone. It didn’t look like it had any seams, other than that. He peeled it down over his flat chest, and removed his arms from the suit’s arms… it was like watching someone remove a wet-suit after going diving.

Then he slowly pulled it down from his waist. His flaccid dick popped out from being tucked between his legs. Then, some small part of the suit popped out of his ass.

“That… that was your ass?” My jaw dropped.

“Yep, my ass, man.” He’d worked the legs of the suit off his own, and now held the whole thing in his arms. He showed me how the opening for the vagina was redirected back, inside, so it would look like I was entering Ava from the front, but really I’d been pounding into ‘Jim’s backside.

My wife and I had never tried anal.

“Yep, right up my ass. Which, by the way, is gonna be sore for a while. You really rammed it in there!” He laughed.

I thought back to my passions a few minutes before… it had felt so real, I had felt so reassured…

“Well,” he continued, “The important thing is that you had sex with another women who wasn’t your wife. You even called out her name in the middle of it! I’d have never believed it, but, ha ha, I was there. So this means the next phase of this can start.”

I had no idea what that meant. “The next phase??”

“Yep. It might involve characters besides just ‘Ava’ here.” He jiggled the suit he’d worn to seduce me. “But don’t worry about it. It’ll be as much fun as… well, as much fun as this.”

He went to the stairs of the living room that led upstairs. He dragged the Ava suit by the feet.

“Hey, could you toss ‘Ava’s dress in the wash before you come up to bed? Thanks.”

And up ‘Jim’ went, dragging the suit. I saw the rubber hollow face I’d been kissing gently thump up each step on its way to the bedroom.