This story picks up a few months after the beach excursion...
It had been months since their passion happened on the beach, the thought still ever present in her mind. It truly was a trip to be remembered, a weekend of bliss and pleasure. One aching thought in her mind lingered, like a slow hum....what if someone saw them? She used to be embarrassed by the idea, yet the more she pondered it, the more she embraced it. Did she want to be watched? Did she want to know someone was watching or simply continue wondering, the uncertainty her point of arousal? She knew he would like it, he was open to most anything, but then what guy doesn't like to put on a show; they're all porn stars their own minds.
She slipped into her Burlesque costume, a nice piece in fact, well made and very convincing. She loved the look, the way it made her feel as if she was in a different world, her inhibitions fading with her new prowess, the costume giving her confidence as she fastened the last hook. It really was gorgeous, complete with fishnet thigh-highs and headpiece. She looked into the mirror, taking herself in. She really did rock this, she looked good, she had to admit. Just the right amount of sex appeal while still remaining a mystery to probing eyes.
"Babe, we're running late....as usual," he mumbled the last part. "Let's get a move on!"
Men, always on the go, never understanding that the woman almost subconsciously plans her time grievance. It adds to the allure, shows how much she cares. Yea, men never got that. She applied the last bit of lipstick, the final touch to her stunning costume.
"I'm coming, chill out," she said in reply.
She hit the stairs, dress in full flow. His mouth went open wide, as late as they were, they might not make it out at all! Damn she looked good!
"Well...your mistress is ready Marshall," she giggled.
He was in costume as well, the full-on western Marshall look, complete with hat and holster.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You know we do have to leave at some point although you might not make it down the staircase before I jump you," he said with a evil grin.
"Oh really? Well you better holster that cock mister, save it for later," she grinned.
"Yes ma'am."
It was quite a large costume party, Halloween had become popular with adults again. It seemed as if the endless slutty nurses and German barmaids got more and more scantily clad each year. Burlesque still stood out; she was proud of her choice.
"You look great honey, no worries tonight, OK?"
"Oh no, I'm good," she smiled.
"Cool, because you look amazing!"
Both mingled about, chatting with friends, checking other guests out. Most everyone they knew was there, hell half the town was packed in this club. The drinks were flowing pretty steady, everyone taking that edge off, some more than others. Dark corners seemed to fill with couples sharing a kiss, the sexual tension of all the costumes having an obvious affect. She was showered with compliments and longing gazes from both sexes, her confidence building at every moment.
She couldn't help but notice the couples in the corners though, their passion concealed yet not. Could she ever do that? She had always kind of shied away from it, the idea that too much public display was just not fashionable, not the quality of a decent woman. Now, she felt her tongue cross her lips, her fingers twitch.
"C'mon babe, there is a poker game in the next room and I'm thinking this Marshall needs to sit in."
"Well I hope you win, you're not too sloshed yet are you?"
"Hell no, always keeping my wits, you know that."
"I know, I know."
The entered the card room, a couple of games going on. Most of the guys sat around playing, only a few girls sat in. Most were standing around chatting, judging each others costume, commenting on how ridiculously serious their husbands took poker.
Thankfully a few of their friends had already made their way back here, at least someone for her to talk to.
"I'm gonna get another drink and talk to the girls, good luck. Don't play too long, I need to get you home at some point mister."
"Hmmmmmmm, I can't wait. Tell ya what, in about 10 min, come over and sit on my lap, grab their attention so I can win some easy money," he laughed.
"OK," she replied, as he gave her a quick grab on the ass and kiss on her full lips.
She grabbed another drink and found her friends. More compliments flooded her, everyone remarking on how good she looked in the outfit. She smiled humbly, taking them in.
"So, tell me more about that beach!" her friend exclaimed. "We never got to finish that little erotic affair."
She blushed, her face filling with blood. She finished the rest of the story, in surprising detail. She wasn't normally this expressive about sex with her friends. Something spurred her on though, a desire for everyone to know her passion. As she retold the story, she could feel herself go moist at the memory. She stole a look to her husband, her lust growing. Her friends were completely engaged, hanging on her every word.
"Oh my God, that's hot!" one blurted out. "I wish mine would do that with me. Forget Mimosa's, he'd probably just chuck me a Bud Light and try to do me on the boat like Tommy Lee did Pam. Every guy wishes that was them don't they!"
They all had a laugh, each one's man the exact same....a man.
"No, it was really special," she said. "I just can't believe we did it right there in the open, we've never done that before." She was really keying in on this point, looking for a reaction.
"Yea, but that's effin' hot if you ask me," another friend said. "I've always wanted to do something like that, he's just afraid of someone he knows seeing him and then giving him hell for it later."
"Well all I know is that I could have cared less, it was so beautiful, so peaceful, I honestly wish someone HAD seen us." She blurted that one out, blushing immediately as she said it. Her body flushed again, her thong had to be drenched by now.
"You're naughty. Look at you, the little show girl after all, costume and everything," her friend teased her.
"You know it!" she giggled back, taking a long sip of her drink.
