Katie was wearing her evening gown, a long black number hugging all her curves in just the right places, accentuating her exceptional physique and, low cut as it was, drawing a line across her breasts at the front leaving ample cleavage on show for leering eyes...and there had been a significant amount of those already. The back of the dress was open all the way down to the small of her back, revealing her shoulders, the nape of her neck [her hair was raised in a bun] and her smooth, soft skin.
She was sat at a table of 10 people, at an annual work related function being held in the usual upmarket hotel - all of the men in their dinner jackets with an assortment of bow ties, all of the ladies dressed to impress in their gowns or little black numbers. Many of the men were long-in-the-tooth stalwarts of industry, unattractive, fat, old and passed it...most of them well known to her, as were most people in the room...the consequences of working in a small niche market.
There were of course the exceptions. The young bucks starting out in the industry, keen and handsome - flirting wildly with anything with tits - and also the "invited guests".
She was sat next to one such gentleman...an invited guest, of not her company, but of a mutual service provider who was sat on the opposite side of the gentleman concerned. They were introduced by the mutual contact upon their arrival at the table, and then, much to the contacts annoyance, spent the rest of the night ignoring him, deep in conversation and laughter with the man she now knew to be called Ben.
As the night wore on, the wine relaxing both of them with every sip, breaking down the layers of formality like a melting iceberg affected by global warming, she began to notice with some frequency, how often Ben was also ogling her cleavage. She actually did not mind on this occasion, as Ben was an extremely good looking man and his attentions made her feel sexy, and attractive - plus the wine was also making her feel a little horny and led to her making some observations of her own!
Ben became a little braver in his conversation, and despite the wedding ring on her finger decided that he would test the water to see if Katie would be up for a bit of fun in his room.
He began with little gestures; touching her on the arm or hand as they swapped stories and then shuffling closer to her in his seat so that his leg was brushing against hers all the time. Then when they were laughing particularly loudly, his hand dropped to her thigh and knee, disguised as a response to the humour but once there, the soft, imperceptible stroke of his fingers, or a gentle squeeze suggesting much more.
During their conversation, he started to pay her more & more compliments, which she occasionally reciprocated.
When he felt the time was right, and that he believed he had built up a sufficient rapport with Katie to say what he was about to without her creating a scene, he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear...
"Look, I hope you don't get offended but I have to say this or I will forever wonder what if..."
"I think you're an extremely sexy woman, and I think we get on great. You have fantastic breasts, and I have been struggling all night to keep my eyes off them and to stop constantly wondering what they, and the rest of you would look like naked. So if I was to ask you to come to my room with me, to spend the night with me, would you be up for it or mortified?"
Katie had to admit to herself that she had thought of what it would be like to sleep with Ben, had glanced furtively at his bulge and determined him to be sufficiently endowed - and she did find him extremely attractive also. His direct question made her feel giddy, not to mention wet in her most intimate of places. But instead of saying yes, she replied "I'm a married woman Ben, so unfortunately I can't accept your very flattering offer."
"I know" said Ben, "I can see the ring, but no-one will ever know from me, I will be very discreet, and none of your colleagues will know where you are if we leave separately."
"It's not that" said Katie..."It seems there has been an amount of unintentional deception on my part."
"What do you mean?"
"The gentleman sat directly across from me with the blue bow tie is my husband" - who looked up and smiled a half curious, half concerned smile at just that point.
"Oh...that would make things a little complicated wouldn't it?"
Katie smiled and sighed "I am afraid so..."
The realisation that Katie's husband was sat on the same table as them, and that no matter how much he flirted or teased, or tried to get her to spend the night with him it would simply not happen, took away the fun from their conversation; in many ways spoiling both their evenings. The situation became a little awkward now, and so after 15 minutes or so, Ben turned reluctantly to the person who had invited him and began to talk business. Katie's husband Liam, stood and walked around the table to her and asked Katie to come with him for a second.
In a quieter corner of the room, shielded by ceiling to floor drapes, Liam turned to Katie and said "You seemed to be getting on very well with Ben...in fact a little too well I thought, I noticed he couldn't take his eyes of your tits, and was getting very touchy-feely before all of a sudden it seemed like someone put a brick wall between you. So what gives? Did he ask you to sleep with him?"
"Ermmm...no, no it was just that we ran out of things to say..." she lied.
"Bollocks Katie, I know a bloke on the make when I see one, fuck me I have used those same tactics myself before we were together...please do not insult my intelligence, just be honest with me...I am not going to create a scene or challenge him to a dual or anything, I just want to know what gives...and if he wanted to fuck you."
She was a bit taken aback by his directness, and suspected the drink might also be playing its part in that too, so decided to be just as forthright back.
"Yes...he told me I was sexy and beautiful, and wondered what my tits and the rest of me looked like naked and asked me to spend the night with him"
"But he knew you were married right...and still he wanted you to spend the night with him?"
"Well yes, only because of my ring, he didn't know I was married to you until I told him and pointed you out".
