This happened in 2014. My wife and I had been invited to an 80s themed party, and she had decided that part of her costume would be a neon pink pixie wig, a lot like [Natalie Portman here](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/07/4f/d4074f819b0e06ea0a90bc80ea34fa86.jpg).
The night before the party, I get home late from work to see her already in her outfit. Torn fish net stockings, a sleeveless Prince t-shirt, little sports bra, jean shorts, and the wig. She was hot, and much different than her usual jeans and t-shirt attire.
“Hi, I’m Trixie. I was told to wait for you.”
“Uh.. yeah?”
“Your usual girl couldn’t make it, but I was told you would like me. We should get to know each other.”
With that, she handed me a shot of tequila, licked my neck, sprinkled some salt, took the shot, and sucked the salt off. She handed me that shaker and pulled down the neckline of her shirt, and squeezed her tits together. I went along with it.
“Good, you like to party. Let’s get some music going.”
A great 80s play list started, and she started grinding into me, sucking my ear lobs, I was getting very turned on. She took my hand and pulled me to the couch, and sat me down.
I had to suppress a chuckle at some points during Trixie’s lap dance, but when her hands would travel up the inside of my thighs, or her ass would grind into my crotch, I would immediately be focused on the moment.
At one point, my hands reached up under her shirt to grab her tits. Immediately, Trixie stood up and slapped me. Hard.
“Listen, I don’t know what you do with the other girls, but there are rules here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I misunderstood what we’re doing here. You’re just so sexy, I got lost in your dance. What are the rules?”
“I can touch you, you can’t touch me. Not yet. Now you have to do a penalty shot.”
She stood up and took off the t-shirt. I could see her hard nipples of her D breasts poking through the thin fabric of the sports bra. This was turning on my wife as much as it was me.
Trixie grabbed the tequila, and handed me the salt shaker, and pushed her tits together. Like before, I licked her cleavage, taking an extra second to kiss them, and breathe in her perfume.
She pushed my head back, poured the tequila straight into my mouth. As soon as I swallowed, she pulled my face into her tits, and then leaned forward with the lime wedge in her mouth. After I took the lime in my mouth, she licked the side of my face.
Then dancing continued. A song later, she stripped out of the jean shorts, showing off the pink thong under the fishnets that matched her hair. The dancing got sluttier, and I asked to spank her. She allowed it, saying that she was a naughty girl.
Another shot, and the bra came off. She would drag her breasts across my face, and I tried to catch a hard nipple in my mouth, but she would pull back.
“I want to lick the salt off your ass. Please. It’s so juicy.”
“I guess, you’re being a good guy.”
It took some work, but she bent over in front of me so I could lick and salt her ass. I was able to grab her hips to hold on, meanwhile she reached between her legs to start rubbing my hard dick through my jeans.
“Oh, I thought I felt something. Impressive. No on is here but us, maybe I can see it?”
She turned around and started to undo my pants. She pulled down my pants to my knees, and my cock sprang out.
“Oh, nice! The other girls were right; you are packing.”
She stroked it gently as she leaned in kiss my neck.
“Maybe we can do more than just dance, is that alright? What do you want to do to me? Tell me.”
“I want to taste your pussy. I bet it tastes so sweet. Then I want to fuck those perfect tits, before bending you over this couch.”
“Oh, you want to eat me? Most clients won’t do that, but I love it. You are so dirty.”
She got up on the couch, pushing me back, and pulled the thong to the side of her pussy. I could see she probably shaved this morning, and there was a hint of wetness. I pulled her into my face and went to town.
I licked and sucked her clit, slid a finger into her, and she ground into my face.
After a few minutes, she got down in front of me. I stood up, and placed my cock between her tits and started pumping.
Looking up, she made eye contact. “Oh, your tongue felt so good on my pussy. Are you going to fuck me good, too? I hope you don’t mind that I don’t have a condom, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. Are you going to fuck me with that hard cock? Do you like it between my tits?”
I needed her. I stood her up, and kissed her. Another slap.
“No kissing. This is business.”
I bent her over the couch, and fucked her like it was business. I slapped her ass until it started to turn red. I pumped with everything I had.
“That’s right, fuck me hard. Slap my ass. Are you going to cum for me? Do you like how Trixie fucks?”
The dirty talk got to me, and I thought about where to cum, but she reached grab and grabbed my balls.
“Fill me. Fill me with cum.”
And I did. It was glorious. I pulled out slowly, after I felt empty, and a little bit cream-pied out. I held her in place to watch it drip out.
She turned around, kissed me on the lips, and simply said “Good, I hoped you would like the outfit.”
We got cleaned up, had dinner, and fucked again later that night. The next night, we snuck off during the party to fuck in the guest room. This time she swallowed my load, as she didn’t want to be walking around dripping.
We occasionally still bust out the Trixie wig, and it’s always a nice surprise.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/619cy8/mf_some_unexpected_role_play
That’s fucking hot.