As she pushed her hips down she let out a loud sigh and I felt her wet silky walls sliding over my hard cock. I started to massage her breasts rubbing...her nipples with my thumbs, feeling her forcing herself down onto me as I did so. She lay down on my chest holding me tight to her as my hands wandered over her back and down into her arse crack. I started to run my finger around her anus as she ground her pussy against me. As I slipped my finger into her backdoor, her groans started and I. My wife and I looked at each other and we knew it was time for our first costume change.We changed and Joe made an announcement that the entertainment was about to begin. I came out wearing my biker boots, black leather chaps, leather g-string, leather jean style jacket, a leather half mask, face strap-on dildo and blindfold that was pulled over my forehead. My wife was wearing her black leather zip through jeans, strap-on dildo, 6" black patent heels, white button up shirt, my black leather. Almost as if there is a fantasy race of humans living among us who seem to pull off these antics with ease, with a snap of the fingers so to speak. Oh, how I wanted to jump into the fray, but being basically a shy nerd, I had absolutely no idea how to begin. Fantasies? I had tons of them but, obviously, I was not a card-carrying member of this elusive fantasy group.However, I am a persistent nerd, and I finally did manage. I have gathered a few amusing anecdotes throughout the years, and I. What a perfectly naughty place to fuck, I mused. I loved the unfinished wood, the patchy exposed brick facade, and the piles of expensive floor tiles. But what I really loved was the thick layer of sawdust caked onto my knees, obviously a byproduct of me getting down and dirty, sucking that magnificent cock. This little encounter would have made an amazing porn, I thought to myself, a devilish smirk creeping from the corners of my mouth.Just then, my mind snapped back to reality. We were taking.