Masked ball it may be, but I knew my wife’s body anywhere. Fireworks had just started as she led me to the veranda of the pumpkin ball.

Under the cover of the darkness, she surreptitiously slid to her knees in front of me. My cock immediately stiffened as she took me hungrily in her mouth. Hard and fast she sucked, gently cupping and squeezing my balls. I stifled a cry as I came, filling her mouth. Without a word, she melted into the crowd in front of me.

A tap on my shoulder

“Oh, there you are,” my wife said…