My wife had had too much to drink and had not behaved herself. We'd been to a Christmas party thrown by one of my clients and I only knew a couple of the partiers myself. Alice had never met any of them before.
On the way to the hotel -- the venue for the party -- she had taunted me with her being a free agent even though we were married. We didn't have an open marriage and neither of us ever had an affair outside our marriage, on the sly or otherwise. But every now and then she would get a bit of the perverse, naughty imp in her and fuck with me about being in charge of her own sexuality, and everything else. I knew she wasn't about to cheat on me. We loved each other, but there were times when she just couldn't resist being provocative even though I took it all in my stride and more or less humoured her.
My own view is that we are all potential free agents if we choose to be and if she made that decision about her sex life she might not be doing it while married to me. She knew this and that's why she tried to goad me. Why would she do this while we attended a social event that was important to my business? Because that's just who she is. There are times when she isn't happy unless she's trying to get a rise out of someone, more often than not, me. I ordinarily refuse to take the bait and smile and nod, but that night she went beyond simply needling me.
Like I said, Alice had had too much to drink, but she wasn't falling down drunk, just a tad beyond buzzed and enough to relax her natural inhibitions. After an hour of sipping our drinks and making conversations with the other guests, she began flirting with some assistant vice-president -- I think his name was Harry -- and she had skated right up to the edge of prudence, then blithely pas it. She was laughing at the lamest of jokes and touched him frequently, laying a hand on his arm, squeezing his bicep or shoulder or leaning in, rubbing her boobs into him as if they were long lost lovers instead of having just met fifteen minutes ago.
Just as she was really starting to get to me, Harry's wife poured a bucket of ice water on their burgeoning flirtation and hauled him off to a far corner of the hall where I could see her reading him the riot act. I was relieved and figured the embarrassment would slow Alice down but I couldn't have been more wrong. She simply sashayed onto the next victim. She was at that stage where it was more fun to irritate me than to avoid pissing off the other wives or helping me make a good impression.
This time it was a salesman, Dave, a single guy in his mid to late twenties. She asked him to dance with her. By the time she'd spent twenty minutes with him, he was ready to take her up to his room and fuck her. He knew she was married to me. He just didn't care. She had pointed me out to him, laughing, then giving me a sly smirk. Dave grinned at me, the bugger. He began touching her carefully but in earnest and when she didn't resist he quickly progressed to grabbing here ass and trying to cop a feel of het tits.
Alice wasn't serious about picking him up. She just wanted me to be aware that she could have him if she wanted and there was nothing I could do about it. About the fifth time she had to shrug his hand off her tit she walked away and stood next to me. He was quick enough in the uptake to see she was a cocktease and transferred his attention to the ample pool of secretaries and new employees.
I began to lecture Alice and told her I'd drag her out of there if she didn't stop it. But she wasn't listening to a word I said. I was in mid-sentence telling her she was seriously beginning to piss me off when she walked off and latched onto an older well built man with grey hair. They glided out onto the dance floor and she moulded her body to his. I asked around but no-one seemed to know him. Alice was grinding her crotch against his leg while he fondled and stroked her ass and nuzzled her neck. By that time there was a small group of admirers watching and three different men asked her to dance in quick succession.
They all took liberties with her supple body and I'd had enough. I walked purposefully out onto the dancefloor without running and took her by the arm. I had a grip on her that she couldn't escape and she correctly read my intent not to let her go, not to ignore it or drop it this time. I didn't have to drag her -- she allowed herself to be led. I helped her into her coat and we left through the lobby. Neither of us spoke. She knew I was mad but she wasn't sure how mad. We arrived at the train station and I shepherded her down the stairs to the platform. I saw that a northbound train was due to stop in five minutes.
Alice cast a few surreptitious glances at me, trying to assess how angry I was. Whatever her assessment, she chose discretion as the better part of valour and kept quiet. It was a smart choice because I was furious and having trouble containing it, but it was a cold and calculating fury. What happened afterward would have happened anyway though. I'd decided to make her pay for tonight and all the other nights she'd pulled this crap. I intended to call her bluff.
The northbound train swooped into the station and Alice let me lead her into the carriage. It was crowded but there were a few empty seats. I passed them and led her through the next two carriages until we were in the last one. There were four people, an older couple and a pair of old men at the near end, and a cluster of men of different ages at the far end. I headed for them. On our right was an arrangement of four seats that faced each other and in one of those seats sat a good looking older man with salt and pepper grey hair.
