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The bartender smiled and asked if I cared what flavor, I told him to be the judge so he grabbed one and started pouring it into a tall glass. "I'll take one of those wine coolers," I heard myself yell in a highish voice. I walked up to the bar and figured, what the hell. I shrugged and walked towards the porch where all the alcohol was being served. "And make it a wine cooler!" She giggled and walked towards the kitchen grabbing my butt on the way by. "You better talk higher than that!" She said in her low voice. The loud music took an immediate effect and we started talking louder. She hurriedly stepped in front of me and opened the door. I shrugged my shoulders and walked towards the door. She put the Iron Man helmet on and we looked at each other.
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It fit weirdly but it was tight enough so I didn't have to worry about it coming off. My mouth was actually in the neck of the horse and my eyes looked out the mouth. I pulled the rest of the dress on, over the bra and slid the mask over my head. "Better get used to it," she stated, handing me the horse head mask. "Not bad!" I said, grabbing them seductively, raising my eyebrows at her. I jumped up and down, watching the action. By the time she was done, I had a nice rack! I smiled and played with them. I awkwardly put the bra on and watched her fill up my cups. We'll stuff it with toilet paper," she said helpfully, walking into the bathroom and coming out with hand fulls of bum wad. "Put it on, unless you don't want to fill out the top of that dress. "What's this for?" I asked holding her bra out. She slid the Iron Man chaps up over the front of her legs, took her bra off (freeing her beautiful breasts!), put my shirt on, slid the Iron Man chest plate on and handed me her bra. She slid them on and cinched my belt around her waist. I pulled my jeans down and handed them over. "I need those jeans, dip shit," she said. "What?" I asked, pulling her dress up over my jeans. She got down to her bra and panties and looked at me expectantly. I don't give a shit if someone grabs my ass," I stated drunkenly. "You're serious? You're going to put my dress and horse head on?" She asked doubtfully. "Fine, let's switch," I told her, starting to take my Iron Man chest plate and pants off. "Yea, no shit!" She stupidly laughed out, grabbing my Iron Man clad chest. "No one's done anything to me," I laughed. "One of those guys practically had his hand in my panties!" She exclaimed looking up at me. "Take that thing off, would you?" I asked looking at her horse head mask. "You know, grabbing my ass and tits," she said demonstrating for me. "All the guys are being grabby and I want to go," she said. "What the hell Vicky?! Tell me why you want to go already," I asked again, getting upset. "It's not a big deal, I guess," she said. "What's going on?" I asked, taking off my helmet. We closed the door behind us to drown out the loud party outside. It was a basement den with a couch, a desk and a small bathroom in it. We went into the first empty room on the right. Mine has the additional requirement to being kept shaved clean when swimming or diving. She's a pharmaceutical rep and I'm a diving instructor so our jobs both require us to stay in shape. She has long beautiful blond hair and nice breasts. My wife and I are about the same height and build. "What? Hold on, let's go inside so I can hear you," I said, holding her arm and walking inside. "I'll walk home if you want to stay," she said shortly. "I want to go," she stated flatly, drawing a line across her throat. "What are you doing?" I finally asked annoyed, yelling towards her ear over the music but wanting to hear Marco's story he was telling. As the music pumped and the crowd moved around us, we all brushed up against each other but I kept bumping into my wife again and again. Marco and a couple of his buddies were telling some great stories that I hadn't heard before. The music was loud and there were a lot of people there. I had been talking with Marco, an old friend and getting my drink on when my wife came over. There were people all over the place but the majority were centered around the pool and outdoor bar area. The air was warm, not too humid and the camp fires around the property kept the dampness and chill out of the air. It was a perfect night for an outdoor party. My wife and I had been invited to a friend's costume party in mid-June.