The mishap: sex with a complete stranger during a masquerade

It wasn't an accident that I knew I was fucking him. It was true, I assured everyone.

We were locked in a dimly lit, darkened bathroom with masks covering our faces and the smell of humid costume velveteen hanging between, my cock thrust into his wet pussy. I let out a loud moan and grabbed his hand.

This was not an accident.

My sex life was so dull lately. My husband was so busy at work that he barely had the time to glance away. He made me feel like a dirty slut and tied me to the bedposts, fucking me until my stomach hurt.

I pulled out our Halloween costumes and asked him to cancel our invitation to the theatre benefit masquerade ball.

I had a plan to fuck him that evening

Cheap masquerade masks are as common as they come. There were actually twenty people wearing the same masquerade masks at the event.

We mashup old costumes from different events to create the velveteen look that we created.

My body was covered in a cheap "ball gown", which pulled at my waist and made it easy to pull apart. It was not designed to be used for more than one purpose and had been worn many times at themed bar crawls in my 20s.

My plump tits were pushing their way to the top. I was able to find my old black lace pushup bra.

My husband was wearing jeans, a T-shirt with a tuxedo on it, and jeans. His flimsy participation was adorable, but I was looking forward to getting fully involved in role-playing and pretending to be Victorian while using the bathroom later.

My husband ran off to find the bar as soon as we arrived at the event. He didn't even have to ask me to buy him a drink.

Our "party plan" was successful after six years of being together. I was to gather alcohol for him and find the most annoying people in the room to pretend that I liked them.

While I was looking around, I noticed a man in velveteen tights wearing the same mask and mask as my husband. Through the thin fabric, I could see his cock pressing against my leg.

I was tipped off.

The "accident" of showing his huge cock was intentional

I glanced away, but kept a mental record of what I saw. My husband returned with the beverages. He was excitedly bouncing about as he explained to me that he had seen his high school girlfriend and former best friend at the bar.

These people were disgusting to me, but it would be a terrible thing for him to know. So I went over to them and pretended to laugh at their silly jokes. I squinted at their boring lives with a fake interest.

I stared at the mask-wearing, giant cock wearing velveteen pants all the time.

He saw me staring at him, and leaned against the wall. He raised his leg and puffed his chest.

Through the mask, I could see his gleam in his eyes. He understood how much I wanted his cock in me.

I walked away from the group, and moved to the opposite side of the room to see the man with the large cock. I was able to get another glass of wine from him, but he never blinked.

I was unable to contain my excitement when I reached his table. As he handed me the wine glass, he sat on my hand and watched as I took it. He placed his finger below my chin, and I was able to see his devious eyes as he raised my gaze from his large cock.

He smiled and glanced over at the toilet, then turned to me. Instantly, I felt my pussy start to drip, aching and pulsating from the overly confident stranger.

It could have been an accident

If I didn't know he was wrong, I wouldn't cheat.

I tried to justify my inevitable sex with the beautiful stranger. I was distracted by the sensation of my fully erect nipples, and my pulsating cervical clitoris.

As I was making my way to the bathroom, I decided to give up and grab the arm of the strangers.

I had moved so fast that any drunken attendees would have been shocked to see my movements. The stranger smiled under his mask and reached up for the item.

I reached for his hand and pulled the mask down. He knew that I wanted the mask to stay on, so he proceeded to push his strong hand underneath my dress.

He quickly reached my inner thigh, and pulled my panties down. As he pressed up against my clitoris, the juices from my pussy sparkled.

I reached for his waistband and pulled my hand in to grab his penis.

This was not an accident.

He and I both knew exactly what we needed to do, and were able to execute it almost automatically.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and then jumped on his cock. My tits were high and swollen above my dress. I pulled one out and placed my nipple in his mouth to let him suck.

He was bouncing around, balanced against the toilet door and almost screaming in joy. I didn't even notice he was inside of me.

He continued to go until I was in orgasm, and his cum and his pussy wetness were all that was left of me.

I quickly found my equilibrium and cleaned my filthy pussy using the coarse tissue provided by the dispenser. As he started to speak, he was astonished and began to laugh.

Before he opened his lips, I was already out of the toilet door and was walking back to my husband.

He looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "Hello, where have you been?" he asked.

As I watched the stranger leave the toilet and return to the party, I thought "Ah... I had a little wine accident."