Last December the corporation my husband worked for had their annual Christmas costume party. Its always held at the owners mansion. My husband John has worked at Inter-Melton Corporation for only three years but already he is being considered for a managers position that recently opened up. We were both very excited about the costume party. I'm 20 years old and have been married to John for a little over two years. John is 27 years old and has to be the very best husband a girl could ever want. Always extremely considerate towards me and treats me like an angel.
For the party John decided to go in a Bear costume and he picked out a beautiful ballerina outfit for me. I'm 5 foot 2 inches and weigh only 101 pounds with long blonde hair. The ballerina outfit on me looked absolutely sensational right down to the little dance slippers and tutu. The first night John saw me modeling the outfit he got so excited that we made love right there in our living room. He said having sex with a beautiful ballerina had always been a major fantasy of his. I had been a virgin on our wedding night and judging from his reaction in seeing me wearing the ballerina outfit, our sex life wasn't slowing down one bit.
Finally the night of the party arrived. We got into our outfits before leaving home. I had a difficult time keeping John's hands off me. My outfit was driving him mad with desire and even though he was wearing a bulky bear costume you could still tell he was aroused.
The mansion was huge and filled with beautiful furniture and artifacts. Even though more than 150 guests were attending, their was plenty of space to move around and mingle. Some of the other young wives showed me around and I was having a good time. I did have one drink, which was making me feel light headed because I'm not much of a drinker. Around mid-night my husband came up to me and explained that my outfit was getting raves from all the other guest and even his boss had mentioned how beautiful I looked. He also said that he had to have me immediately and suggested we go upstairs to one of the many guest rooms. I became very embarrassed at the thought of having sex in somebody else's house. John got me another drink and talked me into sneaking upstairs. We decided I would go first and wait in the second room on the right. After going upstairs and knocking gently I found the room to be empty except for a huge king sized bed and more furniture than in our entire apartment.
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