My Wife’s Halloween Costume

part 5

The next morning after waking up, I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands and tried to reckon with what my wife was doing. The 'situation.'

The sound of Jim's voice echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom behind the door. He was singing.

Last night, she -- or 'Jim' -- had tricked me into having sex with another
woman, who was also, at the same time, my own wife, and also, at the same time, a man named 'Jim.'

As absurd as that sounded, I had done it, and the person who knew me best in the world -- my wife -- also knew I'd done it.  In the heat of having sex, I yelled the “other woman”’s name, “Ava”’s, and my wife and I could both hear my heart was someplace else as I came. In my head, I was making love to someone else, and she knew it. I was starting to realize that that had been part of my wife's plan all along.

I heard the water in the shower turn off. Jim came out of the bathroom, naked. I looked up at him. He was toweling off his
balls. He tossed the towel into the clothes hamper and grabbed one of my wife's pink bathrobes, slipping his muscled arms into the sleeves.

"Hey man, today’s your wife's day off, which means I get to have a day off from having to act like her, and from having to tuck my junk up in her panties. I’m thinking I’m gonna take it easy, order a pizza. Anyway, I'll see you downstairs."

He tied the bathrobe around his waist and padded off down the hall, leaving me alone in the bedroom.  I made the bed, then went over to the box with all of “Jim”’s masks, wigs, padding, fake breasts. I rummaged around for a minute. I saw a few masks I didn’t recognize. Then I found the hollow rubber version of my wife's face.  I was honestly starting to miss her. Even if she was actually downstairs. Sort of. I knew my wife well enough to know that trying to reason with her or talk her out of this whole thing was going to get me nowhere, and would probably just make things worse.

I laid the mask down on the bed and got dressed for work.

Jim was watching TV in the living room, sitting on the couch when I came downstairs. The TV was on a sports station, which my wife never watched, but I guess “Jim” did. I supposed she was serious about staying ‘in character’. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.

As I poured myself a mug, the phone rang. Before I could get to it, Jim picked it up. He cleared his throat, then answered in my wife’s voice. “Hello?”

He held the phone in the crook of his neck. He spotted my coffee and made a “ooh, yeah” face, and went to pour himself a mug.

“Oh hi! Of course. No, I understand. No, that’s perfectly alright.” My wife’s voice coming out of his mouth. Examining his jaw, I saw that ‘he’ really needed a shave.

As he stood there, the pink bathrobe fell open. I swear, his dick was a little bigger than mine. He scratched his balls while he was talking. “Oh sure!, I can be ready for the meeting for 9:30, no problem at all. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone. I looked at him. I was pretty sure I could smell him, and ‘he’ didn’t smell anything like a woman.

“You have to go into the office today?”

“No,” he said, in ‘his’ own voice. “They need your wife on a video meeting. Looks like I have to get ready after all.” He shrugged and put his coffee down on the counter. He left, and a moment later I heard his heavy steps going up to the bedroom.

Gathering my papers for work from the home office my wife and I shared took a few minutes. I was leaning over the filing cabinet looking at the floor when I saw Jim’s legs walk into view.

Standing up, I saw that “Jim”‘s transformation into my wife was only partial. From the waist up, he’d become my wife, in a white blouse and a professional looking blue cardigan. Some of the artificial cleavage was showing. ‘She’ had her glasses up on her face. I glanced down, and saw he at least had the decency to put on a pair of shorts.

“How do I look?” Jim asked. He didn’t bother sounding feminine. My mouth went dry again.

“Fine,” I said. I picked up my papers and Jim moved to sit in the office chair in front of my wife’s desk. I felt his dick run against my leg as we brushed past each other. He booted up her computer. I heard his fake nails clatter on the keyboard as he typed my wife’s password.  

“Well, see you tonight,” said. Then he cleared his throat, and used my wife’s voice: “Sweetheart.” He smiled at me.

I shuddered, but tried to smile back. I nodded, and went to put on my coat.

I heard the sounds of my wife’s work video call begin as I was about to shut the front door. Against my better judgement, I went to have a peek at how Jim would comport ‘himself’ while acting like my wife on the call.

From the angle, ‘Jim’ couldn’t see me. ‘She’ was sitting there, a woman from the waist up. Below, Jim’s boxer shorts and his hairy legs.

He was facing to the side, so I could see under the desk. The call continued, my ‘wife’ chiming in now and then to ask or answer a question. It seemed normal enough. I was starting to get sweaty standing there very still, in my coat.

I was about to turn to leave when I saw Jim’s hand crept under the desk, with the fake red nails. As I watched, my wife’s hand slipped Jim’s cock out of his boxer shorts. The red-nailed hand gripped it and started to stroke. And I swear, as I watched, Jim’s dick started to get hard.

I left the house very quietly and went to the car. It was a long time before I started the engine and slowly drove, very carefully, to my office.