John and Grace were invited to a swanky masked Halloween party.
At the last minute, Grace got a terrible headache and decided she needed to rest. She told John to go to the party alone.
"I don't want to go alone honey," he said. "I'll stay home too."
"No, it's OK," Grace said. "I'll just take some aspirin and go to bed.
You go to the party and have a good time. I don't want you to miss out on all the fun."
So John took his costume and was off to the party.
Grace took the aspirin and slept a little while. When she awoke, her headache had disappeared. It was still early, so she decided to go to the party after all. John didn't know what her costume was, so she thought she would have a little fun with that.
She arrived at the party and soon recognized her husband by his costume. He was cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing up a storm with all the women and even flirting with and kissing a few. She sidled up to him and became his new dance partner. He began putting the moves on her. She let him go as far as he wished, since he was her husband after all. He then whispered a little proposition in her ear. She accepted, and they went upstairs, found an empty room,
locked the door and had themselves a passionate romp in the sack.
Just before unmasking at midnight, Grace slipped out, went home, put the costume away, got into bed and waited for John to come home,
wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.
She was sitting up reading when he came in. "So how was the party?" she asked.
"Oh, the same old thing," he answered. "You know I never have a good time when you're not there."
She then asked, "Did you dance much?"
He replied, "To tell you the truth, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a good time!"