She shivered in anticipation as she watched his body language from across the room out of the corner of her eye. Was it wrong that she loved it so much when he was this close to losing control? Probably, but she couldn't bring herself to feel badly about having teased him to this point given how well it always ended for both of them.
She had planned a little surprise to make it up to him for dragging him to her office fund raiser. He knew how important these events were to her career and he always insisted he didn't mind, but she knew they bored him. Still, she hoped he was enjoying the blues guitarist who had blown her away when she had first heard him. She glanced over to the small makeshift stage and her lips curled up slightly. She always had been a sucker for a man with nimble fingers.
Her eyes continued around the room, pleased that people seemed to appreciate the small club's friendly homey vibe with couches, armchairs and soft warm votive lighting on tables throughout the room. She noted that a number of women seemed to also appreciate the view in the back corner near the bar where her husband had parked himself so he could watch her mingle. She couldn't blame them. He kept his head clean shaven which, along with his tall, broad frame and serious expression made him seem more intimidating than he actually was. He was always warm and had taken off his suit jacket earlier, rolling his shirt cuffs up just high enough to hint at the strong muscles. Let them look, she thought smugly, as she felt his eyes burn on her body.
Her long hair was tied up in the high sleek ponytail that always made him crazy and she was wearing her favourite little black dress (too little, according to him). "I didn't hear any complaints from you when I wore this the night we met," she would quip back each time he'd grumble jealously. She liked that it had clean lines and looked professional, but with a slightly lower neckline that showed just a touch of cleavage. Tonight in particular, she also appreciated the silky stretchy material that never failed to flatter her evolving curves.
She had taken every opportunity to rile him up throughout the evening, loving that he hardened so quickly each time she had slid her ass against his cock as she passed in front of him. The longer table clothes had hidden her hand stroking his upper thigh as they'd listened to the speeches earlier and he had given her one of his very serious warning looks, that she never took seriously,
It hadn't quite been enough to push him over, but she knew exactly what would break through his self control. With that in mind, she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and tried to feign friendly interest in the slightly tipsy and overly handsy man who'd been talking to her breasts for the past ten minutes. "The Girls" had politely declined a dance, so he was now trying to wow them with his financial portfolio... or something like that.
Her mind, however, did not want to cooperate with her tactical strategy. Before she realized it, she had tuned out the handsy breast-talker's dull ramblings to reminisce about the last time she'd worn this dress to an event five months ago.
Much like tonight, she had been teasing her husband mercilessly. In her defence, they had both been so busy that they had hardly seen each other over the previous weeks and she was insanely horny. She had hoped her antics would push him to drag her home to bed early but the actual result was even better.
