My wife Gemma and I had been invited to my works Easter ball. Due to covid it was the first one in a few years. Gemma hadn't attended any of the previous events, so she was excited to be going to this one.
The company I worked for hired a big hall with a bar and catering staff. They provided free drinks and food by way of a buffet. The fancy dress wasn't themed, it was literally turn up as whatever character you wanted.
Gemma suggested we go as a couple in costume. She came up with Morticia and Gomez Addams but I said it was unoriginal and would likely be done by someone else. She then suggested Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. As much as I'd love see my wife scantly clad as Tinkerbell, I again moaned it was unoriginal.
After going around and around in circles we eventually agreed on dressing as Shrek and Fiona. Although it wasn't original, I'd never seen anyone do it at a fancy dress party or ball before.
To go the full hog, Gemma drafted in her friend and stylist Allison to dye and style her hair like Fiona. I thought my wife was going too far when she planned to go from head to toe in FX make up to complete the green complexion. At least she was going to look like the human Fiona and not the ogre Fiona, I thought.
My wife called me a boring old fart as I put on my simple Shrek costume. It wasn't a cheap costume but at least my skin wasn't covered in green shit. I told my wife she'd have to have a long shower before getting into bed that night. I wasn't fucking her or letting her sleep in our clean bed covered in that stuff.
"I thought we could be really naughty and fuck somewhere discreet at the ball," Gemma giggled mischievously.
"We'll have to try and find somewhere we won't get caught. I've never been to this venue before, so I don't know if we'll be able to."
"I'm sure we'll find somewhere," my wife winked. "Now go wait downstairs while I get painted. Send Allison up when she arrives."
Sitting downstairs in front of the TV, knocking back a few cold ones, while my wife and Allison were upstairs in the bedroom, I started thinking how fun and exciting it would be to fuck my wife at the Easter ball. It wouldn't be fun if we got caught, but I knew other couples and singles did it at the other venues the company had previously used.
An hour after Alison's arrival my unrecognisable wife entered our lounge. "Bloody hell, Gem!" I gasped. I was sat as Shrek minus the head mask. It was resting beside me on the arm of the chair.
"She looks great, doesn't she?" Allison beamed proudly at her craft.
"I never thought I'd say this, but you look sexy as fuck, Fiona!" The three of us laughed as Allison left.
"What do you really think" Gemma asked.
"I think you look great!" I replied. "You have everything down to a tee. The green make up looks so real. You even have the long fiery red hair in a braided ponytail."
"Allison put some hair extensions in so it reached my hips like the real Fiona!" Gemma grinned, delighted with how her costume and Alison's work had turned out.
"Your tits are going to get noticed with that green uplifting cleavage!" I stated with a dirty chuckle.
"That's your favourite bit, isn't it? When we go out and other men stare at my tits."
"You got me there," I sniggered. "Are you wearing any knickers?"
"No. I'm only wearing what you see. The dress conveniently lifts and holds my boobs in place. Are you wearing any boxers?"
"Nope! What you see is what you get!"
"Well, hopefully the one thing I can't see I'll be getting sometime during the ball." My wife smirked.
"Ditto," I chuckled once more.
Gemma insisted we refrain from calling each other by our real names. We were instead Shrek and Fiona for the night. It was funny in a silly, childish way, but we well were up for having a great time.
Arriving at the ball tipsy, from the alcohol we'd consumed at home, I went to the bar and got us some fresh drinks before introducing my wife to my closest work colleagues. There were around a hundred people present, but I didn't know more than half of them, and I was only friends with a third of the half I did know.
The turn out and effort was fantastic. There were a few duplicated Batman's, Avengers and even Easter bunnies, but otherwise every fancy dress character I could think of was there. We even saw a couple dressed as giant 'his and hers' toothbrushes. It was very comical.
As the night progressed the alcohol flowed, and so did the libidos of many dancing awkwardly on the dance floor. Non more so than my wife's. Gemma was drunk and horny, having spent most the evening flirting and dancing up against me while a lot of men stole glances at her bulging cleavage.
"I'm going to the ladies room, then I'm going to see if I can find somewhere for you to fuck me!" My wife drunkenly giggled a little too loudly.
"Shhhh," I chuckled. "I'll wait at the end of the bar for you."
I watched my sexy, horny wife disappear out of the main hall before waiting for her eagerly anticipated return. As I waited a couple of the guys from my immediate office came up to me. We started talking and I soon lost track of time. As the bar got busier I hadn't realised me and my friends had gradually stepped further and further away from the bar.
It was only when they left to go back to their wives that I noticed another Shrek standing at the bar. He was donning the identical version of the costume that I was wearing. I had no idea who he was, but then my wife appeared through the doors of the main hall grinning.
I started laughing and making my way over to her before she embarrassed herself by grabbing the wrong Shrek, but something stopped me in my tracks.
Gemma spoke and giggled into the other Shrek's ear before dragging him away from the bar. Nobody seemed to notice except for me. I put my drink down and hurried after my wife, as she disappeared through the doors again, this time with the wrong Shrek.
By the time I got through the doors I just caught sight of them turning the corner at the other end of the corridor. I started running. I reached the corner, skidding on my feet around the sharp turning to find it empty. I took some deep breaths and walked slowly. Each door I tried was locked. I put my ear against them but heard nothing on the other side.
Reaching the dead end I noticed the last door on my left was ajar, and I could hear noises coming from inside. I stepped quietly closer and slowly pushed the door open.
