It was Gill's 40th birthday and we had arranged a big party on the Friday night at a local social club. Family, friends and work colleagues had all been invited and a disco booked. Because we were likely to be dancing and drinking late into the night, I had arranged with my parents that our two kids would go home with them at about 10pm and then stay the night at their house. They had then volunteered to keep them for the whole weekend - an offer I accepted immediately! Since our first child had been born, we had never had a weekend to ourselves and I had all sorts of naughty plans in mind.
Gill looked stunning at the party. She loves being the centre of attention and was absolutely glowing that evening. She was wearing a slinky black dress which highlighted all her best features, especially her legs and her breasts. I knew (because I had watched her get dressed) that under the dress was a delicate lacy black bra, flimsy black silk knickers and a suspender belt with stockings attached (black, of course!). When I had been watching her getting dressed I had had to stifle the urge to throw her on the bed and fuck her then and there.
By the time the kids had left with their grandparents, I had had quite a few drinks and was getting increasingly randy. At about 11, I went outside the building for a breath of fresh air and was standing in the dark alleyway when I heard Gill's voice.
"You OK, Steve?"
"Yeh - sure. Just a bit hot."
"Mmm - me too."
"It's a great party, isn't it?"
"Wonderful! Thank you so much for planning it for me, darling."
I turned to face Gill and was overwhelmed by a mixture of love and lust. I pulled her towards me and we kissed passionately, our tongues meeting. Before I knew what I was doing, I had pushed Gill against the alley wall and was cupping her breast through her dress. I was rewarded with a low gasp of pleasure from her and I felt her nipple harden under the pressure of my thumb. Feeling my prick harden, I pushed against her, so that she could feel the hardness rubbing on her stomach. Letting go of her breast, I reached down, lifted the hem of her dress and caressed her silk-clad bum. I heard another moan and taking it as permission to proceed, I slid my hand inside her knickers and grasped her buttock. Things were getting out of hand but Gill finally broke the kiss and pushed me away.
"Not here! Not yet!"
"God, I want you so much!"
"Believe me, Steve, I want you just as much. But let's get home and we can continue this in private and in comfort. I promise you - you're going to get the fuck of your life!"
Reluctantly, I let go of her buttock. She smoothed her dress down and took a couple of big breaths. Looking down at the bulge in my trousers, she smiled.
"You'd better stay out here until you've calmed down a bit. I don't want you to shock our guests!" With that she pecked me on the cheek and went back inside. I waited until my erection had subsided and then returned to the party. For the rest of the evening, I could think of nothing else but what I was hoping to do to Gill when we got home. She made it worse by continually catching my eye from across the crowded room and then winking. At one point I was sitting, having a welcome drink, when Gill came and carefully positioned herself in a chair opposite me. She looked at me and smiled and then slowly crossed her legs in such a way to ensure that I had a great view of her stockinged legs, all the way up to the bit of bare skin where the stocking ended. She shifted slightly and then even her silk knickers came into view. She held that position for a few seconds and let me enjoy the view. Then she winked again, stood up and walked off as if nothing had happened. I looked around. No-one else seemed to have noticed this daring piece of flashing on her part. I was even more on fire and couldn't wait to get her home and into the bedroom.
Gradually the party came to a halt as people began to drift away. Although I was eager to get Gill home, I knew that we had to stay until everything had been cleared up. We were just about finished, and the taxi to take us home was already waiting, when someone walked through the doors looking extremely upset. It was Sally, one of Gill's workmates. Sally is in her mid 20's and ever since she started working in the same office as Gill, they've become close friends. I think that Sally looks on Gill as the older sister she never had, a role that Gill loves to play. Sally had left the party about an hour previously, heading for the station to catch the last train home (she lives about 20 miles away). But here she was now - still at the club and in obvious distress.
"Sally! What are you still doing here?" Gill asked.
"I went to get the train and I was waiting for 30 minutes. They kept saying that the train was delayed but would be here soon. And then they announced that it wasn't running after all. There aren't any buses at this time of night and I don't know how I'm going to get home."
Sally was almost in tears. I knew that the only other alternative - a taxi - was out of the question. Quite apart from the cost, Sally had had a nasty experience in a taxi 6 months previously, when a rogue taxi-driver had molested her and tried to rape her. Ever since then, she had been far too frightened to get into a taxi by herself.
"Normally, you know I'd ask Steve to give you lift home, but we've both had far too much to drink to drive."
"I know - I just didn't know what to do or where else to go"
Big Sister mode kicked in. "Don't worry, Sal. You can stay the night with us. We've got a spare bedroom and the kids are staying with Steve's parents, so you can even have a sleep in tomorrow without worrying about them waking you up at 7:00 watching early morning TV."
I tried to keep my face straight, but inwardly I was dismayed. Here I was, busting to fuck the living daylights out of my gorgeous wife, and she had invited a friend to spend the night with us.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you and Steve."
