On the night of the party she developed a terrible headache and told her husband that he should go without her. He protested, but she said that all she was goning to do was take a couple of aspirin and go to bed, and that since the costumes were paid for, it would be a waste by not attending ... so he got into his costume and off he went.
The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awoke without a sign of pain and as it was just a little after nine, she decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband didn't know what kind of costume she was wearing, she thought it would be a good thing just to slip into the party and observe how he acted when she wasn't around.
This she did ... and as soon as she joined the party, the first one she spied was her husband, cavorting around the dance floor first with one slick chick and then another ... copping a little feel here and there.
So the wife sided up to him and being rather seductive herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his attention to the new stuff that had just arrived. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, and finally he whispered a little proposal in her ear. This she agreed to and they went out to one of the cars parked nearby, etc., etc., etc.
Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away, went home and got into bed just wondering what kind of explanation he would make as to his behavior.
He arrived home at 1:30am, and went directly to the bedroom to see how she was. She was sitting up in bed reading and asked, "What kind of time did you have?"
He said "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you aren't there." Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" ... and he said, "Well, I'll tell you. I never danced a dance.
When I got there, Pete Jones, Bill Brown, and some of the other guys were stag too, so we just sat in the back in the den and played poker. But I'll tell you one thing ... the fellow I loaned my costume to sure had one helluva time!"
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