My wife, Gina, has always been the sexiest person in my life. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but she is gorgeous in the eyes of almost every man who meets her, and, to her surprise, many women as well.
The sexiest thing about her, as far as I'm concerned, is that she knows how sexy she is and loves to flirt and showcase her assets, which include big brown eyes, long legs, a tight butt, a tiny waist, and what I think of as her finest asset, large breasts with nipples that always seem to be hard and jutting through any shirt or blouse she might be wearing. With her large eyes and innocent look, she looks very much like Linda Ronstadt .She is also one of the funniest and wittiest persons I have ever known and that combination of personality, body, and looks makes her extremely popular wherever we go.
She also has a competitive edge that sometimes compels her to tease more than most women would, just to get a rise out of somebody. If she really doesn't like a woman, she will play with that woman's husband or boyfriend just to show that she can. That little foible of hers brings me to this story.
We had been invited to a party of her fellow employees, including the company owner, James. The owner had just remarried and Gina could not stand Marge, the new wife. Marge was always making snotty comments to the other women about how she had James wrapped around her finger and was always showing off items he had bought for her. In addition, according to my wife, Marge was low class and slutty. This piqued my interest.
"Slutty?" I asked. "Like how?"
"Oh," Gina said, "she'll do things like wear low cut blouses and lean over the pool table when James is shooting, stuff like that."
"I might really enjoy this party for a change." I told her.
"Well, I'm going to show her a thing or two." said Gina. "She thinks James is so wrapped. I could have him in a heartbeat if I wanted."
" Maybe before he was married" I said, " but I think he's pretty much spoken for now."
"You don't think I can do it?" she asked.
"You work for him," I said. "You can't afford to jeopardize your job. Besides, I don't think he'd do anything with you now."
"I bet I can get him to show me his dick," she said. "Marge is always bragging about how big it is."
"You're on" I told her, "but don't have sex with him, ok?"
"After where he's put that thing? I don't think so."
"How are you going to do it?" I asked her. I was curious and a little turned on. My wife in action is quite a thing to see.
"I need to find something nipply" she said and she went into the closet.
After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom wearing a white silk blouse, with buttons down the front. I could see the faint shadow of her nipples through the material and the fabric clung to her breasts.
"Oh my god," I said. "Aren't you wearing a bra?"
She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and I saw she was wearing a half-bra, one that gave her large full breasts some support but left both nipples completely exposed. She gave me her sly smile and then buttoned back up.
"Let's go," she said, "I feel like playing tonight."
She was also wearing black shorts, tight around her crotch so that her pussy was well defined, yet flared around the legs.
"What are you wearing underneath those?" I asked her. She pulled the elastic waistband out and let me look inside. I was almost faint from desire already but when I saw her underwear, I wanted to forget the party and have her right then. She was wearing in incredibly skimpy set of panties, white edged with lace, so small that it didn't even cover her entire pubis, revealing a nice patch of dark curly pubic hairs.
"Just in case I need to get serious" she said.
We got in the car and drove to the party, which was at a friend's house. I kept trying to reach over and touch her but she kept pushing my hand away and telling me to think about it all night. When we got out of the car, I had to wait until my erection had subsided enough so that it wasn't so obvious, then we walked to the door.
Inside the house and by the pool was a crowd of people, most of whom I had met on previous occasions. We both got drinks and started to socialize. We started off together but as the night wore on, were frequently involved in separate conversations. But still, I would occasionally glance at her to see what she was doing. She also was getting a little tipsy, which was fine because I didn't drink that much and usually was the designated driver for these occasions.
Eventually I saw Gina gravitating towards her boss, James. He had been doing his share of drinking too and they were both laughing a lot together and generally having a good time. I also saw that Marge, James' wife, had noticed and seemed to be getting a little pissed at all the attention her husband was giving to my wife. I decided to stroll by to see if I could catch any of the conversation.
When I got close enough, I saw that Gina had unfastened the second button of her blouse. She was displaying a lot of cleavage and her nipples were erect, almost at their full inch max. I know from experience that they are rock hard at that point, and could be felt through your shirt during a hug. The silk outlined them perfectly, even the little bumps on the aureoles. I could see James trying to get a glimpse of the nipples themselves, but the buttons were just high enough to cover them. The two of them were in a corner, standing very close, and one time, when Gina turned to say hi to someone walking by, I saw her left hand brush over James' crotch as if by accident, then brush it again as she turned back to him.
I watched them walk to the backyard and stand on the far side of the pool, away from most of the people, so I decided to take up a position near by where I could listen and perhaps watch what was going on. Gina seemed to notice and maneuvered James near some trees so that I could get fairly close by.
