Tonight's event: a black tie gala for the publishing industry. You're being honored as Man of the Year for everything you've contributed to the inner city communities we are involved with. Since this is a special night for us, you've decided to have a little fun to put the spark back into our sex life. The idea is for us to go to the event separately then get together there and take things where they may go, leaving together to head home and continue our fun here.
Did I tell you that you look ravishingly handsome in your black tux? I wish I could let you see what I'll be wearing but since you devised this little evening to be a bit out of the ordinary for us, you'll have to wait to see what I have on until I meet you later on.
As instructed, I arrive at the gala at 8:30 pm and search you out. You arrived half an hour before me and are now talking with several of the publishing industry's big wigs. You don't see me saunter over to you but I do notice that several heads are turning in my direction. I finally get to you, sidle up beside you, kiss you on the cheek and walk away. As I sashay toward the ladies that have put this event together, you notice that I have on a long, black, slinky dress with a tear drop back that shows off the tattoo near my ass. To accentuate the tattoo for the evening, I've outlined it with silver body glitter- just enough to tease you temptingly and catch the silver shimmer in my dress.
You immediately rush to my side, grab my hand and introduce yourself to me. I smile alluringly; then I give you my name and turn back to talk to the ladies acting almost as if meeting you didn't faze me. While standing beside me, barely listening to our conversation yet intent on making eye contact with me, you seductively run your hand up and down the bare expanse of my back and lean over to whisper that you are definitely in awe of what I have on, especially since this is the most daring piece of clothing you've ever seen me in. My response is to nibble lightly on your earlobe and excuse myself from the group, grabbing your hand as I walk away.
We make our way back to the gentlemen that you were meeting with and you immediately introduce me as your "date" for the evening. Most of the guys look at you in wonder, as they know that I am your wife, but decide not to say anything to those that don't know. While you are discussing the politics of publishing, I'm playing with the nape of your neck, feeling you tremble with each caress. You return the teasing by taking every opportunity that you can to trace the tattoo with your fingers, turning me on from the touch. In between bits and pieces of your conversation with the guys, you whisper in my ear that seeing my tattoo like this, and me in the dress I have on, is turning you on immensely. You also mention that you can't wait to get me home so you can show me exactly what the sight is doing to you. I continue to tease you by increasing the caress on the nape of your neck and by discreetly nibbling on your earlobes.
After a few more caresses and whispers from you, you excuse yourself from the men as I tell you that I want to dance. As you hold me in your arms and we sway to the music, I whisper in your ear that I'm not wearing any underwear and touch the bulge I've created in your pants with feather light caresses. I also tell you that I'm so excited with anticipation of later in the evening that my pussy is soaking wet. I invite you to sample just what you've done to me by suggesting that you dip your fingers inside. You decide you want to oblige and dance me to a secluded corner of the floor. Once there, you ever so slightly lift the front of my dress and dip your fingers into my moist honey pot. You taste, then allow me to do the same by offering me your tongue and I suck my wetness off of it like we were drinking a fine champagne.
