A big thank you to TastyHoney for all the editing help and advice with this story.
As the evening drew on, we wandered back to our room to shower and get ready for the all-important Gala Evening. I showered, cleaned up, and was ready well before my wife. I was in my suit looking in the mirror convincing myself that at 35 I could still be the next James Bond. I was brought out of my daydream when I saw my wife leave the bathroom. In the reflection of the mirror, I couldn't help but stare; the underwear she had chosen was a dark green number. I don't know how, but the bra had her tits pushed up and together in a magnificent display of cleavage. However, the thing that had me slack-jawed was the thong she was wearing. I say "wearing" but it was more like her body was consuming it. The green material quickly disappeared into her round, full buttocks and didn't reappear until it battled to keep her fat pussy lips inside the small piece of emerald fabric. My mouth watered and I quickly made a move towards her with lust in my eyes and a swelling in my trousers.
"Stop," she said.
I paused like I was waiting for her next command.
"I promise you can have me any way you want tonight, but right now, I'm all clean, and I've just finished my makeup."
I let out a groan, and she spoke in her sexy way.
"Don't be a greedy Augustus Gloop. This is all yours," she said as she gently stroked her hands over her voluptuous body. "You'll just have to admire me from afar this evening like everyone else. However, unlike everyone else, you get to see me like this after the party."
And in one elegant motion, she bent over to pick up her shoe, knowing full well I would get an eyeful of her pussy and forbidden fruit, with only the tiniest slice of green hiding her treasures. Her movement caused one of her juicy lips to escape making it look like her pussy was trying to eat the tiny mask.
"Oops, you're not allowed out to play yet, you'll just have to wait," talking to her pussy like a misbehaving child.
With caressing fingers she pushed her fanny lips back into place and with a filthy smile; she turned back to me, bringing the fingers she had just rearranged herself with up to my nose, allowing me to smell her scent. With a gentle touch, her fingers brushed across my lips, giving me the slightest taste of her honey before she kissed me hard.
She brushed past me allowing her tits to press against me as she headed for the wardrobe. After pulling out an undefined black number said, "I intended to wear this tonight. Would you mind helping me into it?"
I was more than happy to oblige and quickly took the one--piece black dress, dropped to my knees, and held it out. She stepped into it and I started to pull the dress up over her fat thighs and then the inevitable struggle over her butt. Once these obstacles were overcome, I suddenly became aware of how tight this dress was on her.
"I can take it from here," she said, pulling the dress up over her stomach and finishing off the already eye-watering cleavage.
"Well, how do I look?" She asked as she made a slow turn. The size of the thong combined with the tightness of her dress made it look like she had no underwear on at all.
"You'll give those old timers in the restaurant a heart attack wearing that," I said.
"I take it that means you approve?" she said, smirking
"One hundred percent," I said, struggling to readjust my pants to hide my erection.
I took her by the arm, grabbed our room key, and stepped out the door. As we headed for the restaurant, I slowed slightly to fall just behind her as we walked down the long corridor to admire the seductive dance her hips and butt were doing. It became even more fun as I insisted we take the stairs instead of the lift to the next floor. Each step she took brought the dress an inch up her juicy thighs, meaning she had to make regular stops to readjust her dress or risk exposing to everyone what she was wearing underneath.
We finally arrived at our chosen eatery and waited to be seated. I could see in the reflection of the doors that the two old boys behind us were having a good look at my wife's delectable rear. I then heard an "oomph" as one of their wives slapped them on the back of the head and stomped off. I think my wife heard and definitely seemed to be enjoying the effect she was offhaving on everyone.
We were silently taken to our seats by a small Asian lady, who clearly didn't approve of my wife's attire. We were the last to be seated at our table of six - a much older couple celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and Barry and Tina, whom I had met at the pool earlier that day.
Earlier I would have described Tina as a "little old lady", the type you might find working in the local paper shop or queuing in the post office. Now the Tina who sat before me was something quite different. She wore a tight-fitting leopard print dress with a long slit up the left leg, and a very deep plunge to her obviously modified chest. But it was really the style and amount of makeup she wore, complete with some "hooker red" lipstick, that made her look seem off. "Mutton dressed as lamb" came straight to mind.
We all chatted and shared experiences of previous holidays and gave reviews on what we were eating that evening. The older couple weren't very interested in our chat and left after they had eaten their mains. Barry and Tina, on the other hand, were super friendly. We chatted and flirted our way through three more courses and as many bottles of wine, with Barry's eyes very rarely being anywhere else but my wife's cleavage. Eventually, we finished dinner and headed towards the casino.
