And this month it was back where it all began with the first Masquerade Ball that I had the pleasure of attending. Albeit with a few changes to the venue in the 6 months since my last visit. The most obvious of which being that guests now get chauffeured to the door in horse drawn carriages, which is very fancy.
Other changes included the addition of a hedge maze in the gardens surrounding the venue, although I didn't get chance to explore those. Next time I'm back here I definitely will though because I do love a good maze.
And inside, some layout changes that were apparently inspired by comments that I made on here after my last visit, with the bar and dinning tables having been re-arranged slightly. Slightly embarrassing, I don't actually remember exactly what I said but isn't it refreshing for hosts to listen to feedback and then take action based on it.
Rather than hanging out in either of those areas, I grabbed myself a glass of champagne and headed to one of the side booths to settle in to and watch the world go by. That's what happens when you attend an event like this by yourself.
I mean, I do really like these events but you don't really get the full experience when attended on your lonesome. In truth, I do get a bit a jealous of all the couples dancing while all I can do is sit and watch from the periphery of things.
Interestingly though, dancing wasn't the only activity that I spotted couples partaking in this time. In fact, it generally seemed like quite a horny affair, which is new to me for these events.
Perhaps the curtains that could be drawn across each booth for a little privacy encouraged guests to make the most of being able to slip away from prying eyes. Or maybe there was just something in the water this time. I don't know...
And not all of the horny guests even bothered to seek out a private spot. I witnessed at last one couple just happily fucking away at their dinning table.
This was just one more thing for me to get jealous about because I have been pretty horny the last few days and a good fuck was another thing I could add to the list of things that I very much would have enjoyed.
My hopes even got raised when, towards the end of the night when the guests were starting to thin out, I got a message for my elusive husband who wanted me to check on the suit he had picked out for the event before he left home to join me. Not sure if he was just wanting my feedback on whether it would be suitable attire for the ball or if he was looking for my approval to wear it, but either way it was good enough for me.
Although he kept me waiting a little bit longer, he finally arrived and, after what must have been 4hrs of waiting, I got that dance that I'd so been wanting. And, the thing is, I know that this sort of event wouldn't normally be his thing, so the his gesture of going just for my benefit made it even sweeter.
Still feeling that horniness I mentioned earlier, as we pranced across the dancefloor, I even suggested we could make use of the privacy of the booth I had been occupying all night for me to really show my appreciation by sucking him off.
He opted to take a rain check on that one so I had to make do with giving him a little kiss and cuddle as a token of my gratitude for making my night out and sparing me the lameness of spending the who night by myself.
Hopefully I'll be able to make good on that blowjob promise, and maybe even get a good fucking in return, very soon!
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