It is late and I can hear my husband snoring, so I take to my computer in the other bedroom. I catch up on the news of the day and see a little blurb about Mardi Gras. I thought I would share with you one steamy night a few years ago. My husband took me to a Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball in his hometown. He is from the south and they really know how to celebrate Mardi Gras down there. I had never been to a Mardis Gras party, but was always curious. I always love a chance to party.
The party was loud, raucous, and the costumes were utterly amazing. I decided to be a slutty Little Red Riding Hood in a red dress that barely covered my big tits. My husband was dressed in an ugly old wolf costume but he loved showing me off, his hot trophy wife, to his old college buddies. He left me with their boring wives while they went off to smoke cigars and drink a good bottle of scotch.
I made an excuse to the ladies that I had a headache and needed some air. I made my way through the crowd towards the bar. A masked man dressed as sexy cowboy grabbed my hand and took me to the dance the floor without speaking. He was an extremely talented dancer and expertly spun me around the dance floor until I was dizzy.
He took my hand again and led me off the crowded dance floor. The music was very loud, so even if he did speak I wouldn’t have heard him. He led me out to a balcony overlooking a few party goers milling around the darkened courtyard. I appreciated the opportunity to get some fresh air. I asked him his name, but he placed his fingers on my lips. Then he kissed me and pressed his body. I could feel that he was hard.
After a long session of kissing and feeling his warm hands all over my body, he turned me around to face the courtyard. Without saying a word or taking off his mask, his zipper came down, my dress up. He ripped off my panties. I watched the wind catch my torn panties and saw them fly into the night air until they landed somewhere in the courtyard. I turned around to speak, but he grabbed my body and pinned me into the railing. I felt his hard body pressed against me. He grabbed one of my breasts, kissed the back of my neck and plunged a very long hard cock into my sloppy wet pussy. He fucked me long and hard until he came inside of me. He kissed me again as if to say goodbye and he disappeared back into the crowded party.
I never saw him again and never knew his name, but I think that made it even sexier. I met up with my husband shortly after that and he took me back to the hotel. In the cab, he said that he was sorry but he drank too much whiskey and didn’t think he could get hard tonight. I smiled and patted his hand. I told him that it was ok. I turned and looked out the window and re-lived every forceful thrust of my masked lover and smiled to myself.
