This is the first true story that I'm submitting to Literotica - well, it's mostly true. Real life is rarely as erotic as our fantasies, but this story exceeded my expectation. So that you know, I have only modified it to change the names of the people involved. With that said, here's a story of an Erotic Halloween Masquerade Ball that I attended back in the mid 80's. Back then, AIDS did not exist, so the fear of disease was practically nonexistent. [By the way, I have pictures of almost everything to prove the truth of this story, but I can't print them in public because I need to protect the identity of others.]
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After my wife left me "to have some time to think," I learned that I had put too much effort into our relationship and hadn't expected anything from her. While in her apartment a couple weeks after she moved out, I had sex with her. I didn't make love to her, I just took her clothes off and got my rocks off inside her. I didn't care if she enjoyed it, and I didn't put any effort into bringing her to climax. This was not normal for me.
The next day, she said to me, "Yesterday was great! Why didn't you ever make love to me like that before?" Huh? She considered that "making love?"
It still took a while for me to get over my inner drive to make sure she (whoever she was) had pleasure, but I had started down the road to recovery.
Of course my wife divorced me and married another guy within six months. According to all the stories I heard from mutual friends, this guy treated her like dirt. He actually demanded that she sit at his feet and deliver food to him when they went out to parties. I even heard that he one time threw the plate of food back at her because she had placed something on it that he didn't like. She, of course, had presumed that she could put something she liked on the plate that they would share.
So, I hope she's happy with her new life. I'll tell you, I'm a lot happier without her.
I started an adventure to enjoy sex and everything that turned me on. I found out things that I thought were just stories in Penthouse Forum.
This one very large woman who lived in Los Angeles prior to meeting me in Las Vegas had once owned an adult bookstore. She knew all about the seedier side of Los Angeles, and she was kind enough to introduce it to me.
My first step was to join a swinging organization. To be honest, I was looking for someplace that single men could join and have wild sex fantasies with beautiful models and movie stars. Unfortunately, you've got to be extremely rich to find anything like that, but the swinging organization was a start.
I've got many stories from my adventures with the swinging organization, some of which I may tell someday. Since this story is about the Erotic Halloween Masquerade Ball, I'll compress a few years of "swinging" into a few paragraphs.
At first, I had to go to these swinging parties with women to whom I was not at all attracted. These women were huge. They weighed more than I did (and I weigh over 200 pounds), and they were so desperate that they'd do anything to be with me. Since swinging parties are places where couples exchange partners, I never had to have sex with these women, but I got to screw a bunch of other women, a few of whom were drop-dead gorgeous.
I had this one friend, Jill, who was quite sexy physically but average in the facial attributes. Her redeeming factor was she would have sex with anybody, anytime and anywhere. As much as I like that in a woman, I couldn't commit myself to someone like that. We had lots of wild sex, but she wanted more, and I finally had to let her know I didn't want to see her anymore.
Anyway, before I broke it off with Jill, I decided to invite her to the swinging organization's annual Erotic Halloween Masquerade Ball. I lived in Los Angeles by this time, and Jill lived in Las Vegas, which is where I met her a few years before. The ball was being held at one of the major hotels on the strip, so I could just pick her up on the way to the hotel.
I had never been to an Erotic Halloween Masquerade Ball, so I only had the brochure to go on as far as what was acceptable and what wasn't. According to the "rules," we were to wear either an erotic costume or very formal attire. We couldn't just show up naked, and we couldn't be obscene (which I'm not sure was well defined). Intimate touching was allowed at the ball as long as it was done in good taste, but any kind of real sexual contact was forbidden. If we wanted to get more intimate, we were to get a room at the hotel and do it there. Individual parties were allowed in the rooms, and the restrictions were up to the people who rented the room.
I was more into the exhibitionism of the ball. I wanted to exhibit myself, and I wanted to see hot, mostly-naked women. I figured Jill and I would go to her place afterwards and do the nasty after we'd worked ourselve up at the ball. There was a part of me that figured the ball wouldn't be all that good, and I was almost sure that the costume I had in mind would be unacceptable.
I told Jill that I was going to go as a cowboy, and she decided to go as a saloon girl. We didn't get to see each other's costumes until we got to the hotel and used the dressing room they had set up.
It shouldn't have surprised me that the dressing room was a temporary room made up of dividers set off to one side in the ballroom. There was no boy's or girl's room. It was coed.
Jill's costume was pretty sexy, especially on her runner's body. She was basically dressed in lingerie; see-through light rose-colored lingerie. She had on a rose-colored lace thong with black ribbons for ties, rose-colored lace bra top with black ribbons, a red boa, stiletto heels, a rose-color feathered mask and that's it. Her light pink areolas were only hidden because of their color, and her light brown pubic hair was just barely distinguishable. She truly looked naked.
My costume was made up of cowboy boots, black leather chaps, a black leather vest, a black and red bandana around my neck and over my nose (like a bandit), a black mask and a black bad-cowboy hat. I did not wear a shirt or pants. This left my butt and genitals uncovered and exposed.
Since I thought it would be inappropriate to have mini-me completely exposed, I sewed a miniature black vest from Spandex to cover just the shaft of my cock. I added a tiny black and red triangular bandana that wrapped around the tip of my cock and covered the urethra (like a bandit). Since the upper half of my cock-head was exposed, I got the cowboy hat from a Ken doll (from Barbie and Ken) and used an elastic band to hold it on the head of my cock.
Jill was so turned on by my costume, she wanted to have sex right there in the dressing room, but we had to maintain some decorum for a couple of hours.
Just putting the costume on got me pretty aroused. I was really well covered but quite exposed as well. My face was hidden behind the bandana and "Lone Ranger" mask, and my body was mostly covered by the leather vest and chaps. My balls were completely exposed and free to dangle under my rigid cock, but my cock was at least "dressed." The shaft was encased in the black Spandex, and my cock-head was well covered by the hat and miniature bandana. My light-colored pubic hair was completely exposed, as was my abdomen and lower stomach. Of course my ass was completely bare.
As we approached the door to enter the main ballroom, my nerves got to me. I was afraid I'd be escorted out of the building for indecent exposure. I hadn't seen anybody else's costume, so I had no idea what others were wearing. I believed the men would all be fully dressed while only the women were exposed and my exposure would give people the thought that I was gay.
My cock was completely flaccid by the time we left the dressing rooms and entered the main ballroom. Most everyone looked sexy, but no one seemed to be as exposed as Jill or I was. Women were wearing tiny bikini tops, tube-tops and white button-down blouses. There were some hot-pants and a lot of very short skirts. About the most exposed woman was wearing a tiny French maid costume with high heels. None of the men were exposed except a few were not wearing shirts. I was even more nervous.
At this point, I was distracted by a Japanese man that wanted to take my picture. He didn't speak English, and he was trying desperately to tell me something. He appeared to be nervous as he rattled of a bunch of Japanese and waved his arms around. Even though I nodded to him that he could take my picture, he wanted something more. I couldn't believe he didn't seem interested in Jill. I started to think that he was gay, so I started to back away.
The guy finally took about a dozen pictures with three or four of the cameras around his neck, and Jill and I ditched him and wandered around the ballroom. I realize now that the guy wanted me to get erect for him, but I was way too nervous, and I doubt I could have.
There were a few booths on one side of the ballroom selling magazines and lotions, a bunch of tables for the guests that were already filled with people, a dance floor, and a live band playing some great music. Playboy had one booth with a couple of bunnies trying to sell their magazine. Penthouse also had a booth, but they didn't have any booth-babes. This was at a time when Penthouse showed full nudity while Playboy didn't, but that was as far as Penthouse went at the time.
I later discovered that Playboy also had video cameras there for the Playboy Channel. I didn't have cable and didn't even know the channel existed. Jill's friends saw her on the Playboy channel, and she later told me about it. Neither of us saw the segment, but I presume I was there, too.
Most of the people there were not body-beautiful. Jill had one of the best bodies I saw. I felt like Jill and I were the youngest, being in our early thirties. Everyone else seemed to be in their late 40s or older, and neither of us really wanted to see much of their skin.
As the evening wore on, I became more relaxed. A number of very attractive younger couples showed up, much to my relief. This made the party more interesting to me, and I could feel stirrings below as I saw the costumes of the prettier girls.
Three women dressed as peacocks were amazing looking. All three were naked except for bikini panties and multi-color green body paint designed to look like the feathers on a peacock. They also had huge feathers that spread out behind them. All three of these women could definitely be models. I'm sure every man there fantasized about watching them during the painting.
One guy showed up wearing nothing but see-through fishnet briefs while the rest of his naked body was painted multiple colors. At least he had a nice looking body, but he wasn't there for long. I believe he had stepped over the line and was asked to leave.
