Masquerade!
Bob and Mary Smith were invited to a swanky masked Halloween Ball.
Mary had a terrible headache the night of the party, and told Bob to go
without her. Bob, a devoted husband, protested, but Mary argued,
saying she was going to take two aspirin and go to bed.
There was no need for her husband to miss out on a good time. So,
he took his costume and away he went. After an hours nap, Mary awoke
feeling great! It was still early...she decided to go the party. Having kept
her costume a secret from her husband, Mary decided to have a little fun.
She would see how Bob behaved when she was not with him.
Mary joined the party and soon spotted her husband on the dance floor,
dancing with every chick that he could, and copping a little
feel here and a little kiss there.
Mary sidled up to him. She was no slouch in the Babe department.
Wearing her most seductive smile, She easily got his attention. He left his
latest
partner high and dry and devoted his attentions to the new stuff that had
just arrived.
Mary let him go as far as he wished, he was, after all, her husband.
When he whispered a little proposition in her ear she agreed.
Off they went to the parking lot,and the first back seat they could find.
As the clock chimed midnight, Mary slipped away without revealing her identity.
She went home, put her costume away and got into bed. Mary was more than
curious as to how Bob was going to describe his evening.
She grabbed a book and pretended to be reading when he came home.
Casually, she asked what kind of evening he had had.
"Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time
when you're not there."
Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" He replied, I'll tell you, I
never danced a dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill and Charlie.
We went into the den and played poker all evening.
...But you're not going to believe what happened to the guy I loaned
my costume to...
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