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Before I tell you my story about Snow white, Zorro and the costume Garden party I feel I need to tell you a bit about myself.
I was born in a middle size town of about 100 000 people and had a free upbringing.
When I was a teenager horse riding was my passion which meant that the sliding up and down on a saddle aroused my sexual desires early in puberty and made me an accomplished masturbator at age 16. Later in high school I was an A-grade basketball player but as I went to university I only played occasionally as time permitted and to stay fit. Between 18 and 20 I didn't sleep around but I had a few encounters with boys and considered sex as a healthy part of growing up. I soon learned that strength of character in a man was more important than dick-size.
I met my husband in the second part of my first year at Uni and while I am not pretending he is the ‘great love of my life’ we are very fond of each other, better than friendship. I consider him a good looking man but more importantly he is a reliable and decent human being. We doing better than most married couples we know. We enjoy each other’s company very much, have good professional discussion about all sorts of topics and foremost have a good fulfilling sex life. We more than adequate fulfil each other’s needs. Neither of us wanted c***dren so it was soon after our marriage that my husband decided to have the snips, [vasectomy], which meant that I didn't need to worry about periods, getting pregnant, as birth control pills and I are not good friends.
We dated for 3 years and after graduation we decided to get married and are now in our 12th year of marriage. On one or two occasion we discussed a threesome if we met the right people but we never did meet the right person, male or female and we also never actively pursuit this line of activity. Neither of us was inclined to have an affair. Affairs are messy and in my opinion are tantamount to premeditated murder. It would be a betrayal of trust and would involve lying on a grant scale and looking for excuses and alibies, cover-ups and more lies and would inevitably lead to a divorce.
We both have professional jobs and have to travel on occasions for a few days and coming back we always re-unit in the bedroom for a good romping as we both like sex and like sex with each other.
Even after 15 yrs. we have sex two or three times a week not because we needed it but because we enjoyed it. For trips longer than 3 days I would take my ‘rabbit’ toy with me and Bob, on his own admission, would as he put it, ‘polish his sextant’. Bob is a good lover and I try to give as good as I get not much we haven’t tried at least once, a bit of kinky sometimes, no rough play and no pain, no humiliation or other perversity.
Not approving an affair on the one hand, we had an understanding that if the opportunity of a no-strings-attached one-night-stand would arise, we could take it but we vowed strictly don’t-ask-don’t-tell. As for me in our 15 year togetherness I never had another man or a need for one and I don’t think Bob had one either but only Bob would know for sure. I never asked him, I wasn’t wired that way. As I said, we had a better than average marriage and a better than average sex life. We had some disagreements from time to time but I can’t remember that we ever had a full-blown argument or shouted at each other. I hasten to add that our marriage was not boring but harmonic.
In the fullness of time we enjoyed a good professional circle of friends and it was one of those well-to-do friends who invited us to a costume garden party, with plenty of booze, music and dancing, an ‘all-nighter’.
I had hired a Snow White outfit for me and a Zorro Costume for Bob but he didn’t know or was too preoccupied to listen. We so looked forward to this costume party and have been gossiping about it for days.
On the afternoon before the party, I came down with one of my massive debilitating migraine headaches. Since Bob had been looking forward to catch up with our friends he reluctantly agreed to go alone, while I tried to wrestle with my wellbeing.
After Bob left, with his costume in a bag, I took some sleeping pills and a large glass of red wine and went to bed. I woke up just after 11 pm and felt like a new born baby. All headaches were gone. I decided that the night was young and it was not too late for the party, got dressed in my Snow White outfit, tugged my blond hair into the black wig, and exchanged my spectacles with contact lenses and with the aid of makeup changed my appearance to look like the Walt Disney character, hardly recognisable even if I have to say so myself. I called a taxi and off I went to the ‘ball’. Bob did not know what outfit I had, and in any case he did not expect me, so it was an opportunity for me to see how my husband behaved when I am not with him.
Upon arrival I had a couple of glasses of ‘bubbly’ on an empty stomach and mingled with the crowd of close to 80 people, dressed from Genghis Khan to Dracula, from drag queen to Mary Poppins. The music was loud and the party was in full swing in the big house with a 3 acre garden. It wasn’t long before I spotted Zorro, flirting and laughing with a couple of beauties. He looked the part, with his bandana, the black hat, black shirt and tight trousers, a cape covering his broad shoulders, the mask and the glued on moustache made him unrecognizable to all but me.
I observed him for a while from a distance, somewhat curious how far my faithful husband was going to let the mood of the night carry him astray, in the knowledge that his wife was safely tugged in bed at home. After half an hour or so, I wanted to test if I could out-manoeuvre or out-flirt the two women whose company he so obviously enjoyed. I’ll guess I wanted to reassure myself if I still ‘got it’ with my trim figure and charm. I filled two glasses and made my way towards Zorro, gave him a big smile and blew him a kiss while handing him a drink. I had his attention and it wasn’t long that my competition vanished. I could sense that he had no idea who I was; I had given myself a bit of a French accent, and had put some ‘cheap’ perfume on, smiled a lot, said little as the music was loud and indicated that I wanted to dance with him. He enthusiastically agreed and was ecstatic when I rubbed my body close to his. I let him kiss my neck and kissed him on his cheek, careful not to dislodge his moustache. He was on a roll and I played a willing part in trying to seduce my own husband. His eyes smiled greedy through his mask as he first accidentally and then deliberately touch my breasts, I did not object. Like a tentacles of an octopus his arms went around me and he grabbed and squeezed my butt. Zorro was riding towards an abyss.
A few more drinks and a few more dances and Zorro put his tongue forcefully in my mouth and pulled my crotch into his. I could feel his arousal in his tight fitting pants as his cock started to swell. I flirtingly pretended to resist his advances which encouraged him to be bolder. A few Oh la al monsieur … and moi Cherie…he read me correctly; grabbed two more glassed of bubbly and led me ‘down the garden path’ to a bench to the dark side of the very large garden area. Zorro, my husband, was going to be unfaithful to his wife by seducing Snow White.
As for me, I have to admit that I was tipsy and always enjoyed sex outdoors, not so much in public, as outdoors. Lying naked in the grass ‘doing it’ had always a certain appeal to me. As I sat down on the garden bench, Zorro groped my breasts and squeezed my nipples and finally grabbed my hand and pushed it against his soon ‘not so private’ parts. He had a hard on and I was lustful and with skilled movement I unzipped his fly, freed his cock from it confinement and peeled his foreskin back. I could hear his groaning over the distant music as I ran my lips along his shaft. Not a word was spoken as he held my chin and inserted his cock into my mouth. I have always enjoyed cock-sucking and swallowing cum and it just dawned to me that if my husband was going to have a one-night-stand with Snow White, I could have a one-night-stand with Zorro.
Physically I did not commit adultery as I knew it was my husband but I pushed my husband out of my mind, I wanted to commit adultery with Zorro. My husband on the other hand was going to have sex with another woman in a Snow White dress. I was going to have revenge-sex, I was fine and was determined to let it go all the way. He face-fucked me for a while, holding the back of my head with both hands as I grabbed his seed-bag and pushed one finger against his areshole, he always liked that it made him cum stronger and it should have been a dead-give-away.
After a while he wanted more and he released my head. I lifted Snow White’s petticoat, pulled my panties off rubbed it along my wet slit and held it under his nose. He sniff my wetness inhaled deeply and then put the wet part into his mouth. Oh Zorro was playing kinky I thought. I reached for his hand and guided it between my open legs and put two fingers into my slit to let him feel how wet I was and offered him my inner sanctum. He moved his two fingers inside my pussy and then smelled my wetness and licked them clean. With the best French accent I said: “would you like to eat my pussy moi Cherie”? Without delay he went onto his knees and grabbed my but, lifted me backward and started to eat me out. Eagerly and skilfully I felt his tongue farrowing along my slit from my hole to my clit in deliberate and forceful motion until I finally lifted my pussy into the air and climaxed.
He paused, proud of his achievement he looked at me which gave me time to move into the doggie position, kneeing on the seat and leaning over the backrest of the garden bench. As I offered him my cunt I expected his cock to enter but I felt his tongue circling my areshole forcing its way inside my ring. I never knew that my husband could do this. With Snow White’s petticoat over my head I groaned and let him have his way with me, enjoying every moment as my cunt juices were foaming in his mouth, I was waiting for Zorro to fuck me, and fuck me he did. When his cock plunged into my wet cunt there was no holding back, I felt his balls slapping against my clit, I immediately came and came again. In an attempt not to scream I could feel biting my lip my grunting muffled under the petticoat. I was hoping this would never end but finally I felt his warm jizz hitting my womb... oh what a feeling..! Two, three, four big hot squirts flooded my hole. Zorro was some stallion and Snow White some slut.
He held his cock inside me and I could feel it pulsing even after it has downloaded the contents of his nuts. Like dogs, we stayed coupled for a while he held my hips tight against his crouch, keeping me from moving and then he slowly started to move his rubbery cock again, slowly in and out and I felt his cum running down my leg. He had lubed me up good and was looking for friction to get his cock hard again. My arse was still high up in the air and I had no intention to move nor was I able to move. I’m not sure what the song was they played in the distance but Zorro had found a rhythm to the beat and kept feeding his meat cleaver in and out of my cunt. Slowly his cock started to swell again and as it grew, so grew the friction and it didn’t take long and we were again fucking like the last day on earth. Zorro pulled out and turned me around and started to wank in my face. I opened my mouth and let him shoot his cum down my throat. He grunted a deep growl as he milked his last drop of sperm onto my tongue. I sucked his cock clean and slowly and carefully placed it back into his pants. I was done, spend, I forgot how many times I came, but I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count. What now, should I reveal my true identity?
I needed time to think, I pointed at the empty glasses and mimicked that I needed to flush his cum down my throat. Bob understood and went off to replenish our drinks. It was my opportunity to escape. I grabbed my panties, whipped my legs clean and steadied myself and maneuverer my way through the garden and found a gate to the front of the house. I grabbed one of the taxies home.
I undressed and packed my Snow White costume in a bag and hid it under the bed, washed the panties while I had a long shower, flushed my pussy out with a hot jet of water and went to bed. I was bewildered and confused but unsure as to how to proceed further. It was in the small hours of the morning when I heard my husband come home. I pretended to be asleep as he smuggled into bed and spooned up on me. I let him settle in for a while, pretending to wake up and finally said: “how was the party honey”?
Bob said: “you know how it is honey, without you it isn’t much fun, so I went with the boys down into the den and played poker all night”. I thought you lying bastard but only said: “really”? After a while he continued: “George, you know George, the guy you don’t like, George on the other hand took the Zorro costume you had for me, he enjoyed himself, he told us that he scored and fucked his brains out with some loose woman.” My head was spinning, all of a sudden I felt sick. I said: “what was the woman wearing”? He said: “apparently some Disney character, maybe Tinker Bell, Cinderella or Snow White or something like that, he was bragging but I wasn’t really listening”. Then he paused and said: “not my thing though I am happy with what I’ve got” and with that he slipped his hand between my legs and kissed my neck. “See you in the morning honey, I love you”
I was born in a middle size town of about 100 000 people and had a free upbringing.
When I was a teenager horse riding was my passion which meant that the sliding up and down on a saddle aroused my sexual desires early in puberty and made me an accomplished masturbator at age 16. Later in high school I was an A-grade basketball player but as I went to university I only played occasionally as time permitted and to stay fit. Between 18 and 20 I didn't sleep around but I had a few encounters with boys and considered sex as a healthy part of growing up. I soon learned that strength of character in a man was more important than dick-size.
I met my husband in the second part of my first year at Uni and while I am not pretending he is the ‘great love of my life’ we are very fond of each other, better than friendship. I consider him a good looking man but more importantly he is a reliable and decent human being. We doing better than most married couples we know. We enjoy each other’s company very much, have good professional discussion about all sorts of topics and foremost have a good fulfilling sex life. We more than adequate fulfil each other’s needs. Neither of us wanted c***dren so it was soon after our marriage that my husband decided to have the snips, [vasectomy], which meant that I didn't need to worry about periods, getting pregnant, as birth control pills and I are not good friends.
We dated for 3 years and after graduation we decided to get married and are now in our 12th year of marriage. On one or two occasion we discussed a threesome if we met the right people but we never did meet the right person, male or female and we also never actively pursuit this line of activity. Neither of us was inclined to have an affair. Affairs are messy and in my opinion are tantamount to premeditated murder. It would be a betrayal of trust and would involve lying on a grant scale and looking for excuses and alibies, cover-ups and more lies and would inevitably lead to a divorce.
We both have professional jobs and have to travel on occasions for a few days and coming back we always re-unit in the bedroom for a good romping as we both like sex and like sex with each other.
Even after 15 yrs. we have sex two or three times a week not because we needed it but because we enjoyed it. For trips longer than 3 days I would take my ‘rabbit’ toy with me and Bob, on his own admission, would as he put it, ‘polish his sextant’. Bob is a good lover and I try to give as good as I get not much we haven’t tried at least once, a bit of kinky sometimes, no rough play and no pain, no humiliation or other perversity.
Not approving an affair on the one hand, we had an understanding that if the opportunity of a no-strings-attached one-night-stand would arise, we could take it but we vowed strictly don’t-ask-don’t-tell. As for me in our 15 year togetherness I never had another man or a need for one and I don’t think Bob had one either but only Bob would know for sure. I never asked him, I wasn’t wired that way. As I said, we had a better than average marriage and a better than average sex life. We had some disagreements from time to time but I can’t remember that we ever had a full-blown argument or shouted at each other. I hasten to add that our marriage was not boring but harmonic.
In the fullness of time we enjoyed a good professional circle of friends and it was one of those well-to-do friends who invited us to a costume garden party, with plenty of booze, music and dancing, an ‘all-nighter’.
I had hired a Snow White outfit for me and a Zorro Costume for Bob but he didn’t know or was too preoccupied to listen. We so looked forward to this costume party and have been gossiping about it for days.
On the afternoon before the party, I came down with one of my massive debilitating migraine headaches. Since Bob had been looking forward to catch up with our friends he reluctantly agreed to go alone, while I tried to wrestle with my wellbeing.
After Bob left, with his costume in a bag, I took some sleeping pills and a large glass of red wine and went to bed. I woke up just after 11 pm and felt like a new born baby. All headaches were gone. I decided that the night was young and it was not too late for the party, got dressed in my Snow White outfit, tugged my blond hair into the black wig, and exchanged my spectacles with contact lenses and with the aid of makeup changed my appearance to look like the Walt Disney character, hardly recognisable even if I have to say so myself. I called a taxi and off I went to the ‘ball’. Bob did not know what outfit I had, and in any case he did not expect me, so it was an opportunity for me to see how my husband behaved when I am not with him.
Upon arrival I had a couple of glasses of ‘bubbly’ on an empty stomach and mingled with the crowd of close to 80 people, dressed from Genghis Khan to Dracula, from drag queen to Mary Poppins. The music was loud and the party was in full swing in the big house with a 3 acre garden. It wasn’t long before I spotted Zorro, flirting and laughing with a couple of beauties. He looked the part, with his bandana, the black hat, black shirt and tight trousers, a cape covering his broad shoulders, the mask and the glued on moustache made him unrecognizable to all but me.
I observed him for a while from a distance, somewhat curious how far my faithful husband was going to let the mood of the night carry him astray, in the knowledge that his wife was safely tugged in bed at home. After half an hour or so, I wanted to test if I could out-manoeuvre or out-flirt the two women whose company he so obviously enjoyed. I’ll guess I wanted to reassure myself if I still ‘got it’ with my trim figure and charm. I filled two glasses and made my way towards Zorro, gave him a big smile and blew him a kiss while handing him a drink. I had his attention and it wasn’t long that my competition vanished. I could sense that he had no idea who I was; I had given myself a bit of a French accent, and had put some ‘cheap’ perfume on, smiled a lot, said little as the music was loud and indicated that I wanted to dance with him. He enthusiastically agreed and was ecstatic when I rubbed my body close to his. I let him kiss my neck and kissed him on his cheek, careful not to dislodge his moustache. He was on a roll and I played a willing part in trying to seduce my own husband. His eyes smiled greedy through his mask as he first accidentally and then deliberately touch my breasts, I did not object. Like a tentacles of an octopus his arms went around me and he grabbed and squeezed my butt. Zorro was riding towards an abyss.
A few more drinks and a few more dances and Zorro put his tongue forcefully in my mouth and pulled my crotch into his. I could feel his arousal in his tight fitting pants as his cock started to swell. I flirtingly pretended to resist his advances which encouraged him to be bolder. A few Oh la al monsieur … and moi Cherie…he read me correctly; grabbed two more glassed of bubbly and led me ‘down the garden path’ to a bench to the dark side of the very large garden area. Zorro, my husband, was going to be unfaithful to his wife by seducing Snow White.
As for me, I have to admit that I was tipsy and always enjoyed sex outdoors, not so much in public, as outdoors. Lying naked in the grass ‘doing it’ had always a certain appeal to me. As I sat down on the garden bench, Zorro groped my breasts and squeezed my nipples and finally grabbed my hand and pushed it against his soon ‘not so private’ parts. He had a hard on and I was lustful and with skilled movement I unzipped his fly, freed his cock from it confinement and peeled his foreskin back. I could hear his groaning over the distant music as I ran my lips along his shaft. Not a word was spoken as he held my chin and inserted his cock into my mouth. I have always enjoyed cock-sucking and swallowing cum and it just dawned to me that if my husband was going to have a one-night-stand with Snow White, I could have a one-night-stand with Zorro.
Physically I did not commit adultery as I knew it was my husband but I pushed my husband out of my mind, I wanted to commit adultery with Zorro. My husband on the other hand was going to have sex with another woman in a Snow White dress. I was going to have revenge-sex, I was fine and was determined to let it go all the way. He face-fucked me for a while, holding the back of my head with both hands as I grabbed his seed-bag and pushed one finger against his areshole, he always liked that it made him cum stronger and it should have been a dead-give-away.
After a while he wanted more and he released my head. I lifted Snow White’s petticoat, pulled my panties off rubbed it along my wet slit and held it under his nose. He sniff my wetness inhaled deeply and then put the wet part into his mouth. Oh Zorro was playing kinky I thought. I reached for his hand and guided it between my open legs and put two fingers into my slit to let him feel how wet I was and offered him my inner sanctum. He moved his two fingers inside my pussy and then smelled my wetness and licked them clean. With the best French accent I said: “would you like to eat my pussy moi Cherie”? Without delay he went onto his knees and grabbed my but, lifted me backward and started to eat me out. Eagerly and skilfully I felt his tongue farrowing along my slit from my hole to my clit in deliberate and forceful motion until I finally lifted my pussy into the air and climaxed.
He paused, proud of his achievement he looked at me which gave me time to move into the doggie position, kneeing on the seat and leaning over the backrest of the garden bench. As I offered him my cunt I expected his cock to enter but I felt his tongue circling my areshole forcing its way inside my ring. I never knew that my husband could do this. With Snow White’s petticoat over my head I groaned and let him have his way with me, enjoying every moment as my cunt juices were foaming in his mouth, I was waiting for Zorro to fuck me, and fuck me he did. When his cock plunged into my wet cunt there was no holding back, I felt his balls slapping against my clit, I immediately came and came again. In an attempt not to scream I could feel biting my lip my grunting muffled under the petticoat. I was hoping this would never end but finally I felt his warm jizz hitting my womb... oh what a feeling..! Two, three, four big hot squirts flooded my hole. Zorro was some stallion and Snow White some slut.
He held his cock inside me and I could feel it pulsing even after it has downloaded the contents of his nuts. Like dogs, we stayed coupled for a while he held my hips tight against his crouch, keeping me from moving and then he slowly started to move his rubbery cock again, slowly in and out and I felt his cum running down my leg. He had lubed me up good and was looking for friction to get his cock hard again. My arse was still high up in the air and I had no intention to move nor was I able to move. I’m not sure what the song was they played in the distance but Zorro had found a rhythm to the beat and kept feeding his meat cleaver in and out of my cunt. Slowly his cock started to swell again and as it grew, so grew the friction and it didn’t take long and we were again fucking like the last day on earth. Zorro pulled out and turned me around and started to wank in my face. I opened my mouth and let him shoot his cum down my throat. He grunted a deep growl as he milked his last drop of sperm onto my tongue. I sucked his cock clean and slowly and carefully placed it back into his pants. I was done, spend, I forgot how many times I came, but I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count. What now, should I reveal my true identity?
I needed time to think, I pointed at the empty glasses and mimicked that I needed to flush his cum down my throat. Bob understood and went off to replenish our drinks. It was my opportunity to escape. I grabbed my panties, whipped my legs clean and steadied myself and maneuverer my way through the garden and found a gate to the front of the house. I grabbed one of the taxies home.
I undressed and packed my Snow White costume in a bag and hid it under the bed, washed the panties while I had a long shower, flushed my pussy out with a hot jet of water and went to bed. I was bewildered and confused but unsure as to how to proceed further. It was in the small hours of the morning when I heard my husband come home. I pretended to be asleep as he smuggled into bed and spooned up on me. I let him settle in for a while, pretending to wake up and finally said: “how was the party honey”?
Bob said: “you know how it is honey, without you it isn’t much fun, so I went with the boys down into the den and played poker all night”. I thought you lying bastard but only said: “really”? After a while he continued: “George, you know George, the guy you don’t like, George on the other hand took the Zorro costume you had for me, he enjoyed himself, he told us that he scored and fucked his brains out with some loose woman.” My head was spinning, all of a sudden I felt sick. I said: “what was the woman wearing”? He said: “apparently some Disney character, maybe Tinker Bell, Cinderella or Snow White or something like that, he was bragging but I wasn’t really listening”. Then he paused and said: “not my thing though I am happy with what I’ve got” and with that he slipped his hand between my legs and kissed my neck. “See you in the morning honey, I love you”
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