Late for the Fancy Dress Party

October 20, 2021February 15, 2021admin

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Yeah, my wife was not happy with me.

I had agreed on both our behalfs to go to a fancy dress party with my colleagues without asking my wife first. She told me she had no time to prepare for it and that I should have asked her first. I said I would take care of everything.

The party was immediately after work and I had still not found her outfit, so I just quickly within 2 minutes picked up a cat costume and then without even unpacking it, I drove to pick my wife up and we drove together to the party.

I told her to change in the car so we would be ready when we arrived. My costume was a suit. I was dressed as a “business man”.

Neither of us had time to really look at the outfit until we were already ringing the doorbell and being let in.

Only then did I see it and my wife could also sense that it was very revealing. And don’t get me wrong, both my wife and I agree that costume parties are an opportunity to dress up and maybe wear a short skirt or something. But I had to agree that this was over the top.

“Are my nipples visible through this fabric?” asked my wife. She was not happy with me. “Yes” I said. It was the truth but not the whole truth. Her entire breasts and even her pussy hair was visible through this dress.

She tried sitting on the floor near the coffee table, hiding most of her front side. But that put a lot of attention on her ass instead. There was no escaping it.

Eventually she went to the next room where there was a bed and lied on that. She felt relatively well covered there, I guess.

I went to check on her. “Seriously” she just said. She didn’t need to say anything else.

I went to get a drink and catch up with some colleagues. As I went around the room I noticed people were talking a lot about that girl in the cat suit.

I drank for a bit and talked and actually lost track of time. When I came back, to my surprise, I found one of my colleagues fingering my wife!

He did it quite casually. After a minute he left to fetch himself a drink.

I went to my wife. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“I wasn’t doing anything” she replied “but can you blame him? You know, don’t blame the girl for how she is dressed, but there are limits – I can understand that he would take this as an invitation. It’s your own fault” she said.

I was mad at her for blaming me. She could have found a costume as well. It was not all my fault. I stormed out.

When I came back in, I found the same guy, now fucking her.

I guess he didn’t know this was my wife. Maybe he thought this was some hooker that had been invited to the party. Our entrance had been so embarrassing for my wife that we had no chance to introduce ourselves, so come to think of it, no one actually knew that this was my wife.

I had been looking forward to showing her off to my colleagues, but not like this. What would be more embarrassing for both her and me? Presenting her as my wife right now while he is fucking her? Or just do nothing?

I did nothing. Well, that’s not entirely true. I left to get another drink.

When I came back my wife was naked and being fucked by another colleague. This time she was smiling.