If my wife hadn't been acting like a bitch then I know I wouldn't have cheated, for the simple reason I wouldn't have had the opportunity, not that I wouldn't have been tempted. I would have especially with the sexy little minx that seduced me.
It was that time of the year when so many infidelities take place, temptations are put in front of the vulnerable, inhibitions are lowered, casual encounters are embarked upon, sometimes with painful consequences, sometimes not. A time of the year when even the most faithful of people cheat and fall, and I was one of those who fell from grace.
My wife had been in a crap mood when I left the house this morning, in fact, she had been in a crap mood all week, and it wasn't P.M.T. She had refused to go to my office Christmas party tonight, which was a pain as I had already booked a room to stay over so we could both have a drink and relax, have some fun together.
I had phoned her again just now during lunch and she was still being a bitch, so I told her so, before going back into the office, and bumping into Sophie and Lisa two co-workers. Even though both are a lot younger than me Lisa is a Team Leader and Sophie is a Deputy Team Leader, me I'm just a worker drone.
I currently work in a call centre for a national bank, although I am an electrical engineer and project manager by training, I have taken a sabbatical to recover from the stresses of my last job. The work is well below what I am capable of doing and the pay only just covers the mortgage, but we are both fine with that.
Sophie is about five foot seven inches tall and looks like Sarah Michelle Gellar in her Buffy days, but with better legs and hair that is about two shades darker, so, all in all, a very, very nice package. Her friend and boss Lisa is smaller and more chunky in build, dark hair cut short and spiky, with a firm, compact body and big bouncy boobs, not too big but big enough to more than fill her bra and make the sight interesting. Legs are shorter than Sophie's as she is only five feet five inches tall, and she has thicker thighs.
So yes I had noticed what both of them looked like and I liked the look.
"What's up, Steve?" Lisa asked, "You look pissed off."
"The wife's being a total bitch, and still not coming to the party, but sod it I'm still going."
"I'm surprised she's letting you out alone at night with all those sexy young things ready for a quick party fling. I know I wouldn't. You're much too hot to let loose on your own, even if you are an old man. She's taking a risk."
Now let me put that comment straight, I am forty-two, so not that old, but I suppose compared to those two who are only into their early twenties I must appear to be.
"Oh, so you think I'm hot do you?"
"Yeah, for an old man. If I fancied a man as old as my dad, but don't get any ideas about that, I'm more than you could handle."
"Is that a challenge?" I fired back at her.
"No, just a statement of fact," she teased.
"I could handle both of you together, given the chance."
"Oh, who's bragging now?"
"I'm not bragging, just stating a fact."
Now, this was a normal sort of exchange between me and Sophie, Lisa normally keeps away from the banter due to her management position.
I flirt with all the women in the office, nothing heavy, just a bit of banter. Noticing and commenting if they have a new hairdo or dress, saying they look nice. Nothing that could be construed as sexual harassment, that comes the other way at me, the things some of the women insinuate these days is amazing. As I'm older than most of the other staff and not in any management role a few of them have confided in me, so that helps with the banter and flirting.
"Chance would be a fine thing," this time from Lisa.
"We'll have to see about that. Maybe you'll get that chance, if you're lucky," I replied and left it like that as I got back to my desk and logged on for the afternoons drudgery.
Five p.m. and I've finished work, so never being one to hang around I log off, and make my way to the hotel where the Christmas party is being held, check into my room, have a quick shower and phone the wife again. She is still in one of her increasingly frequent moods and still refuses to change her mind about coming, but relents slightly by telling me to have a good time, not get too drunk and not dance with too many girls.
I
was
going to have a good time, get as drunk as I wanted, dance as often and with who I wished, maybe even grab a couple of drunken kisses and a quick feel of anyone willing, just a normal office Christmas party.
I got dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black silk shirt that shows off my still strong and firm body to its best, then head down to the main party. Most of the staff have arrived and are mingling about so I joined a few groups, drifting from one to the other, helping myself to the free booze that is available for the first couple of hours. I'm talking with the lads and flirting like mad with the girls, threatening to dance with anyone who will put up with me. All good innocent fun
Lisa and Sophie have been drifting in and out of my circle, chatting, and both of them flirting back at me but with a bit more intensity and more direct comments than normal. Also, Sophie looked a little bit drunk and pissed off. I find out why from Lisa. Sophie has just dumped her boyfriend, literally an hour ago.
Sophie comes back from the bar and makes a direct beeline for me saying, "Come on Steve, let's see some of that "dad dancing" your so proud of, let's have a dance."
Now I'd not had a dance yet, not by design just not got round to it. I think Sophie thought she could make me look a bit of an idiot with the "dad dancing" quip, but the fact is I am a good dancer, no more than good, I can really move. In my youth I'd had a spell in amateur dramatics and been in the dance line up.
"OK. But that's if you can keep up with me."
Sophie is dressed to kill in a simple sheath dress, black and shimmery, cut well above mid thigh to show off her great legs, four-inch heels on shiny black shoes and her hair is pulled into a ponytail. It's pretty obvious she hasn't got a bra on, and if I was to hazard a guess no panties either. She looks fantastic as she shimmy's onto the dance floor in front of me, giving me a lovely view of her tight peach of a bum as she sways provocatively in-front of me, spins around and starts a wild dance. She's swaying and grinding her hips, going up and down, she is obviously putting on a show, and looks as sexy as hell.
