*THIS STORY INVOLVES FEMALE INFIDELITY. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE SUBJECT MATTER, NO NEED TO PROCEED ANY FURTHER*
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The doorbell rang again, and Jane opened the door to let in 3 more guests. They'd brought a bottle of booze to add to the overstocked bar. Jane recognized one of the outfits as Charlie Chaplin. One of the women was attempting to be Marilyn Monroe in the white dress from The Seven Year Itch. In truth, she didn't look anything like her. Charlie Chaplin gave Jane's big breasts the once over as they entered. He tried to be discreet, but it was almost impossible not to stare at them. They'd always been Jane's best assets, and even at age 37, her 38DD's were simply awesome. Especially in her outfit.
Jane had been planning the fancy dress party for nearly a month. Her best friend Kelly had helped with the preparations. They were both in female superhero outfits. Kelly was Catwoman. She looked extremely hot in her body suit. Jane was a blonde Wonder Woman...or a slut version of her. She'd always had pride in her curvy body and she loved showing it off. She made sure her outfit was a size too small. Her big breasts were almost popping out of the upper garment that laced up like a bodice. The skirt was ridiculously short, with a tiny, blue thong under it. A pair of knee high, blue boots with 4 inch heels completed the outfit.
The outfit had all the other Wonder Woman accessories too. The headband, wrist bands and whip topped off the raunchy look. When they'd gotten ready earlier, Kelly had even joked,
"Damn, let's swap outfits, girl. Every male eye is going to be on you in that Slut Woman outfit...but I'm the one who's single. And how the hell do your big tits fit in that thing?"
"Very carefully...and I won't be taking too many deep breaths," Quipped Jane in response.
Jane had looked at herself in the mirror and knew that Kelly's comment was completely accurate. All attention would be on the buxom, blonde Wonder Woman. That was something that Jane always enjoyed. She looked more like a woman in her twenties. She thrived on male attention. She never tired of men doing double takes when they saw her huge cleavage. She looked after herself and always had plenty of flesh on display.
Jane often wondered how her life would have turned out if she hadn't got knocked up at 18 and dropped out of college. She was sexually active from a young age, and she failed to take precautions. The next 5 years were a nightmare after the birth of her daughter. She was a single mother on welfare struggling to get by. Then, at the age of 25 she'd met Fred. He was 16 years her senior and fairly comfortable, financially. After a 3 year courtship, they got married.
It was hardly Romeo and Juliet, but Jane had done what was best for her and her daughter Sophia. Their marriage had been a comfortable one. Fred was a good husband, step father and provider. However, the 16 year age gap had been an issue in certain areas of their relationship. Fred was not an outgoing person. He liked quiet nights indoors and routine. Jane was almost the exact opposite. She liked to party and was spontaneous.
Their sex life had also become an issue for Jane. It wasn't a major problem in her twenties. She'd been busy raising Sophia and running the household. After her 30th birthday, she decided to find better ways to spend her free time. She joined a gym and and even worked part time for a while. She wasn't overweight when she joined the gym, but after 6 months there, her body became toned and fit. She had more energy than ever, and even her body chemistry changed.
One of the side effects of all this was her sex drive hitting unprecedented heights. Fred was a workaholic, and their sex life generally consisted of a 5 minute, weekend fumble. It wasn't long before Jane realized that their unsatisfactory sex life was not going to get much better. Fred was a reliable husband, but not a reliable lover. She tried to get him to join the gym, but the only exercise he was into was playing golf. Even then, he drove around in a cart.
Over the last couple of years, on more than one occasion people had assumed that Fred was Jane's father. This always pissed him off. Probably because he knew it was a reasonable assumption to make. He'd always considered himself to be a more cerebral type of man; and brains always trumped braun. Fred was 5ft 8", only 2 inches taller than his wife. At 53, he was now flabby with a receding hairline. Although, in his mind, physical appearance was secondary to professional success.
As Jane approached her mid thirties, she was masturbating regularly. Sex was beginning to dominate her mind. She bought herself some toys and was even reading sexually explicit literature. On some mornings she'd stay in bed for over an hour pumping her 7 inch dildo into her pussy. When she drove home from the gym she got a real thrill when she placed her tiny vibrator in her panties. Sometimes she'd cum before she got home as it buzzed against her pussy.
Jane always fantasized she was having an illicit liaison with some unknown stud. He was always tall and powerfully built. She imagined him with a large cock. She'd never seen one over 6 inches, and she wanted to see something out of the ordinary. She knew fantasizing was healthy and harmless. She had no intention of cheating on Fred. She wasn't an out of control, sex starved bitch with no morals. She was a respectable wife and mother, after all.
At the party, Jane poured herself another drink. She had to squeeze through the throng of bodies. More people had turned up than she anticipated. Men eyed her breasts as she passed them. Most did it discreetly, a few gawked. She found Kelly in the living room where the furniture had been moved to create a dance floor. Jane could smell the unmistakable aroma of weed wafting in the air. She could imagine Fred's reaction..."Drugs in my house!"
She looked around the room and spotted him with one of his colleagues. He was downing his scotch in a hurry. Jane knew that Fred had been totally against the party. His idea of a party was 10 people, max. He would be trying to get buzzed on the booze to get through the night. Kelly saw her staring and said,
"I can't believe he let you have the party here."
"It took me 3 days to persuade him. Honestly, he's turning into a real bore. No wonder people mistake him for my dad. He acts like he is," Replied Jane. They both giggled at the joke that irritated Fred.
As 10pm approached, Jane and Kelly left the dance floor and got themselves another drink. Kelly passed Jane a drink and said,
"Who was that guy that was checking you out?"
Jane looked confused. There were a few guys checking her out.
"Which one?" She asked.
"He was dressed like...what's his name?...Zorro."
"I didn't see him. Was he tall, dark and hot?" Asked Jane, excitedly.
Kelly pretended she was trying to remember, before she replied,
"Errr, let me think...yeah, that just about sums him up."
"I need to see this hunk," Said Jane as they made their way back to the living room. Kelly looked for Zorro as she said,
"Need I remind you that you're married, Jane? And I know your hubby's a sex God."
Jane burst into laughter. When she recovered, she replied,
"Well, there's no harm in admiring some eye candy. Looks like hubby's going to be unconscious soon."
