Halloween Double Cross

My wife looked sheepish. Bashful.

"Now you've got me worried." I said.

"Well...oh please don't say no."

"No to what?"

"Well the theme of the party is the Rocky Horror Picture Show."

"And?"

"All the guys have to come dressed as trannies."

"You're kidding right?" My wife's eyes told me she definitely wasn't joking.

"You really want me to dress up as a woman."

"It'll be fun. I'll help you choose an outfit. And do you're make-up for you."

"Make-up?"

"You know just a bit of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick."

I could tell that if I refused Jo would be desperately disappointed. She really had been working awfully hard.

"Can we still go?"

"There'll be lots of slutty nurses there?'

"And tarty french maids."

"It's a deal."

Jo jumped into my arms and kissed me all over my face, lips and neck.

"You're the best husband in the world."

A FEW DAYS LATER

Jo and I took one more look at ourselves in the mirror. We both looked like sluts. Jo had kept her promise and was indeed wearing a dark navy nurse's uniform with three of the top buttons undone to reveal her ample cleavage (when I'd remarked she was likely to give some guy a heart attack, she simply giggled and said she'd be happy to give him mouth to mouth. She'd done the training). The uniform was also way too short, so that if she bent down even a little bit you could see the tops of her black fishnet stockings and even catch a glimpse of her satin red panties.

And me? Well I was dressed in a black bodice with pink trim, black stockings and black panties. Jo had put red lip gloss on my lips and a jet black bobbed wig. The accompanying size 9 spiked high heels were already killing me. Together we looked like something out of a cheap horror movie. But, when Jo had slid the stockings on me and I had pulled the panties on over them, I felt a thrill akin to an electric charge go through me and found an erection stirring so powerfully that I had to kiss Jo in case she thought the throb in my panties perverse.