One of my industries biggest suppliers was throwing a large holiday bash on New Year's Eve at one of the larger, swankier hotels in town. The night of the party my wife was nervous, she didn't like her dress and she didn't think her hair was right. Pam said, "Why should I care how I look, with all the big-boobed beauties Carl will have on hand no will ever notice me." I mentioned in earlier stories that I work in a predominantly male industry and the owner of this supplier was known to throw some raucous rowdy events.
From a women's perspective I guess I could understand why my wife would think that, although I did not agree: she looked sexy and I told her so. She was wearing a bright red dress that was short enough to show off her athletic legs and low cut in the front which exposed glimpses of her black lace plunge bra. Although small-busted Pam's breasts were pushed up and shown off with the miracle bra she had discovered. I was turned on by how she looked and started rubbing her shoulders but she scolded me to look but don't touch, she had makeup to put on.
On the way to the party, I warned Pam there might be some things happening at the party that she would not approve of but to keep an open mind. She sighed and started to say something then stopped and then she said she would enjoy the night for me. When we got to the hotel there were multiple parties and crowds of people everywhere. The party we were attending was in one of the medium size ballrooms with a bar, a band stage and tables setup over a dance floor. It was a nice setup some festive temporary curtains on the side walls and Carl had ten or twelve scantily clad working type girls in festive outfits as hostesses to entertain the guys.
I told my wife I would run over and get us a couple drinks from the bar. Walking there I met a friend from out of town and chatted. I suddenly realized I had left my wife alone for nearly a half hour and hurried back with the drinks. I was relieved to find that my wife had immersed herself talking to a couple guys and was chatting animatedly. However, when I offered her the drink, it was clear that I was in trouble as she snarled at me to "buzz off." The guys gathered around my wife were from my office; Patrick, Claudio and Kenny. They were single guys that had been to our Christmas party a several years ago seemed to be staying overly close to my wife hoping for a repeat of her slutty activities. Worse they knew my wife's weakness and were coercing her to drink faster than she normally would.
I went and started talking with other people around the party but every time I looked back my wife seemed to be the center of attention. What started as a couple guys seemed to be growing by one or two each time I looked over and was now a small group. The guys were acting like they thought they were on to a good thing. Patrick, Claudio and Kenny were joined by Ricky from my office and were taking charge of the gathering around my wife, giving her drinks faster than she could finish them. As the evening progressed the tables were cleared from the dance floor the band started playing.
By about 10:30 it seemed as if a lot of couples had left and I sat half drunk by on the edge of the dance floor. The room was still a little crowded and I realized that my wife seemed to be the star of the show, at least for her group of admirers. Pam had always liked the attention from guys and enjoyed flirting and when the dancing started she did not turn down any invitations. She was dancing every dance and with a whole string of different men. The dance floor darkened, the music got slower and the dancing got more intimate as Pam was nestling close in the arms of her partners. It was obvious her petite body was being groped while her partners slowly rubbed themselves against her. I could tell by Pam's movement that she was falling prey to the alcohol she had been drinking because she was not very stable on her heels
The later it got the more the music seemed to get louder. It also became difficult to keep track of Pam because the lights became dimmer, although I could see she had progressed to locking both hands around the neck of most of her partners. This was clearly giving them opportunity to run their hands over the thin silk dress covering my wife's bottom. In the far corner of the room there was a small alcove that was almost pitch black because of the lack of lighting and a long draped curtain at the rear that partially block the view from the main floor. It became obvious to me her dance partners were purposely steering her back to that area so their activities would be obscured by the extra darkness and the curtain.