Halloween is all about dressing up in crazy outfits and costumes for a night of debauchery. I convinced my husband to go as something sexy like me for a Halloween party and he reluctantly agrees to go the slutty route. It seemed like every guy was checking us out at the party, buying us drinks and even flirting with my husband more than me. So I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t come home that night. I bet I made him look so hot that he got fucked by one of the guys he was from the party. He finally comes home from his walk of shame and I grill him about what happened after I left; who he kissed, who he sucked, did he get fucked in the ass. I don’t really care if he’s a homo. I just want to know about all the juicy gay sex he had. I encouraged you to be the fun and sexy girl for Halloween, and apparently you won best costume! I actually think it is amazing to be married to a fag. Now I have a gal pal to go shopping with, pick up boys, and talk about their cocks. I think I prefer having a new girlfriend rather than a closeted husband.