The mishap: sex with a complete stranger during a masquerade

I was aware all the time I was telling him into thinking it was an accident. I explained to everyone else that it was.

The two of us were locked in a dimly-lit bathroom, with masks covering our faces, the smell of a humid velveteen costume between us and the man's cock thrust through my wet sexy. I exhaled a loud moan and grabbed him.

It was not an incident.

My sex life was dull lately. My husband had no time to glance away from work or make me feel like a dirty slut , attaching me to posts on the bed and fiddling with me until I started screaming.

If we had been invited to attend the evening benefit masquerade ball of the theatre I took out our masks we had worn from our previous Halloween costume and advised him to reschedule his plans.

I was planning to fuck him the next night

The cheap masks used for masquerade were as cheap as you can get. In reality there were at least twenty others attending the event in similar masks.

The velveteen costume we crafted was a mix of vintage costumes from different occasions.

A flims "ball gown" covered my body, pulling in around the waist. seams waiting to break. This garment was never intended to last more than one time and had been through many themed bar crawls in my early 20s.

My perfectly plump tits worked through the top. I had been able to locate my old black lace pushup bra.

The husband was dressed in jeans with a T-shirt which was adorned with a tuxedo print on it. As cute as I thought his inexperienced attempt to participate I was anticipating fully immersing us in role-playing and sucking his cock while pretending to look Victorian in the bathroom later.

When we arrived at the party my husband went off to search for the bar. I didn't have to ask him to go get me an alcoholic drink.

After six years of being together, we came up with a "party plan" that was a success. We had a drink and he tried to find the people who were least irritating in the room that I could pretend to be friends with.

When I was looking around the room, a male wearing velveteen tights as well as the identical mask to my husband was the first thing that caught my attention. It was clear that his cock had a distinct outline pressed against his leg in the fabric's thinness.

I had a suspicion.

The "accident" that showed his huge cock was actually planned

I glanced away, but I took note of the discovery to refer to the future. My husband returned with drinks. He was dancing around in excitement as he explained to me that he'd seen his high school friend and his old best friend in the bar.

I hated these people, but it would be a nightmare for him to hear that I went to them and pretend to laugh at their snarky jokes. My eyes seemed to be interested in their boring lives.

While I was looking at the stranger in a mask with a massive body in velveteen pants.

The man who was watching me stared at him, and then was leaning against the wall. He pulled his leg towards the side, then pumped into his chest.

The gleam in his eyes through the mask. He understood how much I wanted him to cram his cock into me.

I left the crowd and walked to the opposite side of the room, towards the man with the massive eye. He did not break his gaze and then miraculously poured yet another bottle of vino for me.

When I arrived at his table, I was unable to talk. He handed the glass of wine to me, and then sat on my hands when I took it away from him. He put his finger on my chin, and then drew my eyes up from his cocky grin to his dark eyes.

He smiled and looked at the bathroom before turning back to me. I felt my pussy being soaked, painful and burning with desire to be sexually pampered by this self-confident stranger.

It could be an accident.

I wouldn't do it even if I didn't realise that it wasn't him.

I was trying so hard to justify my inevitable sexual encounter with this beautiful stranger. The sensation of my in a straight nipple and my pulsating thermosphere distracted me from an actual reason.

I stopped and grabbed the person's arm as I moved quickly to the bathroom.

I'd moved so quickly that it would be a shock to think that any of the drunk guests would have noticed my presence or even my movements. The stranger smiled under his mask before reaching up to take it off.

I grasped his hand and pulled it downwards. He was aware that I wanted my mask to remain on, and then he pushed his powerful hand underneath my dress.

He climbed to my inner thigh, and pulled my pant legs down fast. My pussy's juices shimmered as he squeezed up on my back clitoris.

I reached towards the tights' waistband, and moved my hand to grab his penis.

There was no reason to justify this incident as an accident.

Both of us were aware of exactly what we needed to do and did it almost like machines.

I put my legs around his waist, then jumped on his back, pressing it over my head and let out a raucous roar of delight. My Ties swelled over my gown and I pulled one out and placed my nipple inside his mouth to allow him to sucking.

Moving between the floors, balancing against the doorway of the toilet and screaming in exuberant delight. I didn't even notice when he walked in.

Then I was writhing in orgasm and his sexiness and my pussy wetness were pouring out of me on the hard and swollen cock of his.

I quickly regained my self-control and washed my filthy pissy using the coarse tissue that came from the dispenser. He was laughing in disbelief as he began to talk about something.

When he started making his mouth open at that point, I was already walking out of the toilet and headed back to my husband.

I was looking at him and he raised his eyebrows "Hey Where was your last stop?" he asked with worry.

"Ah..."I had made a small mistake with my bottle of wine and I cleaned the mess," I thought as I watched the person leave the bathroom and join the crowd.