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My husband and I were vacationing last year, and experiencing "Mardi Gras", we found ourselves drinking a little too much, and getting caught up in the spirit of the moment. That was almost two years ago today.I've never flashed any part of my body to anyone, not because of the thought of exposing myself to a stranger or strangers, but because I'm a little insecure about my body. Having had more then a handful of kids, they took the best of me.Getting the chance to cut loose, dress a little slutty, and drink without having to watch the kids was a real treat. My husband has a fetish for legs and feet, especially when they are encased in sheer, silky hosiery. He loves stockings and pantyhose, so I decided to give him a little treat.While my husband was doing some shopping at a small convenient store, I found my chance to get dressed to hit the crowded streets. I slipped into a silky, periwinkle one-piece lingerie nightie, that had sheer sides and a built-in thong panty. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe that was me. I sat at the edge of the bed, and rolled my fingers into a pair of sheer, silky, nylon stockings. I slid them onto my feet and up my legs. As I stood up to attach bahçesehir escort the stockings to the matching garter straps, I had a hot flush of feeling incredibly sexy.When my husband entered the hotel room, I ignored his call. He called for me again, and I slipped one of my black nylon-covered legs out from the bathroom door. I dangled my heel, and said, "Here I am."I stepped out, and I swear he looked like he was going to faint. He was in shock, and didn't believe it was me. I removed my masquerade mask, and he was still stunned. His hands were shaking, and I was sure his heart was beating as fast as mine was."Wow" he said. "You look so fucking hot, sexy, beautiful, mmmmmm."We embraced in a long, wet, passionate kiss. His hands felt me up from my silky thighs, and up over my naked ass. He stepped back and adjusted my tits so that they were evenly covered with the lingerie.He looked into my eyes and dared me to walk openly in my lingerie, without my over coat. He double-dared me to walk around with both of my breasts out. I was shocked, and yet very turned on by his dare. Not one to turn down a challenge, I said, "We'll see."He pulled me close, and we began beylikdüzü bayan escort making out. He asked me a question."If we were to meet someone, say, a guy, if you would let him fuck you?" I thought for a moment, and then responded."I'll take the dare."I slipped into a short iridescent rain coat, grabbed my husband's hand, and headed out. The crowds were shoulder to shoulder, body to body. I think it was the alcohol, the sexy outfit, and the sexual synergy that was emitted from the mass of sexually-charged people that caused me to do the unthinkable.I told my husband that I was thirsty, but he resented the fact that he needed to push through the crowd of people to get me a cold beer. However, I'm sure he wanted to keep my buzz flowing, as he kissed me, and headed off. Within minutes I lost him, out of sight.It was about ten minutes later when he was at the front of the line, waving to me. No sooner had he stopped, than the holiday parade started. There was no way that he was making it back to me until it was over. I was dying of thirst, and look around to see if anyone had anything extra. A younger, good-looking guy behind me noticed me escort beylikdüzü looking around in despair."Can I help you?"I hesitated."No, thank you." But I was so thirsty."I'd love a cold beer," I murmured.I had become so hot that I contemplated removing my coat. I figured I could cool off and complete the dare. I slipped my coat off, and hung it over my arm. I immediately felt cooler, but still very thirsty. All of a sudden, I felt a cold, wet object on the back of my neck. That good-looking guy had managed to scrape me up an ice cold beer.I immediately greeted his ice-cold gesture with a heart warming smile. As he looked me up and down, he complimented me on my beautiful masquerade mask."I see you're with someone," he said. "But you won't see your friend for at least an hour and a half. The path through is blocked off until the parade finishes."Bummed, I turned around and thought about my poor husband. Suddenly, I felt my new drinking friend get closer to me."Excuse me," he said.I looked at him, and just thanked him for the beer. A minute or two, later he bumped into me again, but this time, it was different. I felt a bulge in his pants as he bumped into my naked thong-filled ass. This time, I let it go. He whispered in my ear."Sorry, it was the crowd from behind."I turned to check out his excuse and was amazed. The crowds were packed double from when I had first arrived.As I turned back around, my young drinking friend bumped me again, but this time he was still against me.