An extra bonus – it was carnival time! When I arrived, I landed right in the middle of the festivities. My husband let me know that this evening th... company was sponsoring a masquerade party right along the route of the parade, so this was going to be the party of a life time. The party required “festive” attire, but everyone was required to wear a mask. He had already gotten us some beautiful masks, and I knew exactly which dress I was going to wear – a royal blue strapless with a flirty. A world reduced somehow to simplistic values. His cock. My cunt. Heat, movement, muscle spasms. Sexual, right?But his morals were nowhere near as tight as his briefs, and eventually he strayed outside our simple world. By the time he told me, I already knew it was over. I think the screaming was a kind of grief process, because afterwards I felt that I had some closure, and managed to move on, after a fashion.I closed down, too. After six months of the most energetic, frequent, stunning sex in. You move slightly and I go completely still until you settle into a deeper sleep. Then I hold you with one hand, lightly caressing the hard, thick girth of you, stroking my fingertips up and down your length as I wrap my hungry lips around you, suckling you softly as my hands grow more insistent.I wrap my free hand around you as I begin to suck the head of your steel-hard erection a little bit stronger. You breathe a soft growl and it envelopes me like an electric jolt. I lower my head to push. Thank you, Darling, for freeing me of the, how do you say, encumbrance."I had to laugh. Her upbeat mood was infectious. If she didn't care what others were saying about the sudden change in her chest measurement, I didn't care either."Are you ready to leave?" I asked.She immediately placed her work on a small tray, carried it to her safe, and looked my way before spinning the dial. "Are you sure you don't want to know the new combination?" she asked, a look of anticipation in her eyes."I'm.