Costume Party (Continuation)

The Halloween party of masks...😈 I start describing some details about the characters, so each one can imagine the story to their pleasure... I'm a married guy... already several years after a few more years of courtship with my current wife... I'm a tall guy... 1.90... fair skin... beard... and today a few kilos more, which take away points from the loving gaze of my wife... Adding that I'm not attractive and don't consider myself... I usually go unnoticed in every aspect... She... my wife...(and details that for me are the most important)... Physically... a brunette... tall... 1.85... black hair... an enviable waist... hips... delicate... small breasts that harmonize her figure... long legs... fleshy thighs... and a butt that leaves wordsless any curious person... A smile that charms... perfect teeth... black eyes... in short, a love of woman... very delicate... very ladylike... in other words... perfectly incorruptible... I learned to manage my jealousy years ago and I think it's forced... today... I enjoy them... they transform into excitement.... Every day I see her figure... without letting anything pass... her butt while walking... her gazes... her little hands... if she wears shorts, tights, jeans... that show and squeeze her butt... or if she marks her thong... or even better if you can see her makeup and the most erotic... her perfume... We're not a very active couple in sex, I'd have to write another story about it that's not relevant today... We're very different in terms of sexual thought and I think that's what led me to explore... investigate many types of practices and styles of sexual life. In short... I imagine her constantly in sexual situations and between the sensations of shame, excitement, morbidness, and heat... this is the part of respect and love that we promised each other. That today I feel like I love her more than before but in another way... You'll see that you'll realize with the passing years of being married... Well! Let's get to it... A quiet weekend... normal... me I had a costume party to go to and was thinking about what to wear since she usually participates in carnivals, so I had options! More than several, I'd say. That day, I had to leave the house while she stayed behind trying on clothes and deciding what to wear... I did my thing... took my time... When I got back, she was sitting there, all princess-like, making herself up, wearing red, a low-cut dress, sexy... And she asked me if I thought she looked good. I, as if that question wasn't serious, told her she was beautiful and tried to hold back my thoughts that were bursting with sensuality... I told her I thought she would wear another color due to the theme, which is true, she said, because she had tried on other things but didn't like them... I went into the room and saw hundreds of things she could have worn, scattered all over our bed... and a dress with purple sequins that I loved... I just said it could have been too... and she replied, look, I'll show you... I... at that moment... couldn't stop my thoughts... but then I saw her undressing and dressing in front of me... to her it seems normal, but to someone who doesn't get excited seeing a woman in lingerie, thong, bra, and stockings? Underwear wreaks havoc on men's minds... She got dressed... I'm not lying, I had an erection that hurt... She started modeling in front of me and asked if she should ask my opinion... then I told myself, she's beautiful... she should go like that, even more so... because seeing that provocative look would bring interesting stories to my ears... She was satisfied with her little dress and accessories... which I took advantage of to ask her to take a couple of photos for my collection, which I've had for years. I felt the sensation that she was about to leave and that other eyes would enjoy her figure...(there I felt that sensation of jealousy and excitement that I'll tell you about someday...) I sat down... poured myself a glass of wine, so I could relax and sleep well... While watching TV, she came over... said goodbye without a kiss. because I would undress her...and when I give her my back, I see the most powerful and beautiful detail that takes me to think about her perverted all night... Her dress...so short and tight...revealed the thong on her ass... It's something that as a man, I confess it pervades me...(I propose they imagine their wives or girlfriends in this situation and tell me how they feel...) It's not for anyone.... For my luck, she entered the bathroom...and when she came out, I said: let me take a photito...to which she lovingly posed facing me and obviously asked to pose from behind...😈 I describe it because I can't share the photo...which is only for my delight and long nights of missing her... She turned around...and a small thong that got into her plump buttocks and elastic bands disappeared in her curvy hips as she moved or walked so sensually... something indescribable in mixed sensations in me... I imagine...that any man, human in this world would not let the opportunity pass to look at that detail...more still...desire it and want to see much more even touch...something that excited me extremely... It's more...I was half an hour burning with what the taxi driver might have thought when he saw such a woman leaving dressed so provocatively... something that has intrigued me until now... During the night...I took a couple of extra drinks, alone at home...and I started to sweat my hands...to feel excited and jealous. To imagine her arriving at the place...and men, like hungry wolves looking at her to try a bite of that beautiful body... just the fact that they look at her makes my desires reach the unimaginable… Images crossed my mind...dancing... surrounded... sweating... with some drinks inviting...her mischievous face... seducing... having fun... calling attention... What a man can take as an incitement to sex...(we are like that...) I went to bed...to try to sleep...but it was impossible...my head was full of images and situations... To clear my mind...I opened my social media...and I stumbled upon images and videitos of She published...where I got a clearer view of what was happening at the party, to imagine...I saw her...sexy...short dress...painted nails and beautifully made-up...her hand...running over other legs...with stockings...of other invited women who blew my head off...who hasn't fantasized like that? Seeing your wife play with other women? 😈 And I confess that I also imagined her with men...dancing...that surrounded her...caressing her while dancing...supporting her...insinuating themselves to her...talking in her ear...and that they also...wanted to have sex with her… I was with an erection that bothered me...and I started touching myself...gently...I'm very imaginative and detailed about it...so I made a whole erotic movie with lots of sex and gray images in my head...with situations of hard...perverse...sex...sounds...moans...saliva...And complicity between her and me. When I realized how strong the masturbation was that I was practicing, I felt like I was out of breath...and lubricated...I remembered her juices...her saliva...her tongue...her breasts...her ass...her smell...that I took a beautiful thong from her drawer...I smelled it desperately and wrapped myself in it to masturbate...with a mix of jealousy...excitement...anger...and perversion...until I felt the semen exploding inside me that only she inspires...seeing my cock squirting...my semen on her thong...my agitated breathing...my exhausted body...my mind blank...and I gave up...I fell into a deep sleep...that I didn't feel when I got home...Only when I woke up did I see her...beside me...beautiful...I kissed her shoulder...and went to work...That's all I'll tell you for now...since what happened afterwards is another story that still...intrigues me too much...