PT 3: Holiday Party
Viola Jean slowly rolled her nylons on her smooth and supple legs. She had spent 30 dollars on the single pair of thigh highs just for tonight's occasion. She attached the nylons to the garter belt Patrick had bought for her a few months ago. She smiled as she thought about how he presented it to her.
"I got you something that will make it easier for me to have access to you." Patrick told her as he handed her a dainty purple shopping bag.
Viola pulled the black garter belt out of the bag. She admired the delicate lace stitched on the lingerie.
"I don't wear garters, I like regular pantyhose."
"Yes but, now I can just bend you over my desk and move your panties to one side and fuck that tight little body of yours without have to pull down your pantyhose. Easy access." He smiled "The whole process will be more efficient."
Viola didn't argue with logic. Since then, she began buying more garter belts, the sexier look not only pleased Patrick but her husband Michael as well. He looked forward to her dressing and undressing herself watching and her as she paid attention to every curve and fold of her body.
It was the holiday gala that her job splurged on every year. Plaza hotel, lavish free food, open bar, and chances to mingle with the firm's clients, investors and big wigs. Viola got excited every year because it gave her an opportunity dress her family up and show them off to the firm. She had slid herself into a black gown she found at the New York Opera Thrift Store a few weeks ago. Although the gown hugged her petite curves the length of the dress would be fit for a woman that stood 5' 8" not 4'11". Viola rushed the gown to her tailor and had him shorten the gown and alter it by having him slit the dress to her mid-thigh. She decided she would put on her favorite black suede pumps. As she wiggled her foot into the shoe she noticed her husband enter the bedroom, he was fresh out the shower. She gave his muscular body a once over. His skin was the color of cedar, aged but firm from regular exercise. They locked eyes and smiled at one another.
"Well you look good enough to eat." Michael said.
"Thank you and I'm sure I will be able to say the same able you in fifteen minutes."
Viola brushed past him attempting to head to the bathroom. He gently grasped her forearm and pulled her towards him.
"Where do you think you're going? I said 'you look good enough to eat.' And I'm hungry." he said smiling slyly. She looked into her husband's light brown eyes. She could see the ring of fire in them; it was the only thing he got from his dad besides his name. She giggled as he started kissing her face.
"Let's go to the bathroom so I can touch up my hair and do my makeup afterwards." She whispered and he made a trail of kisses along her throat. She moaned as he nibbled her collarbone.
They quickly headed to the bathroom.
"I hope you boys are getting dressed!" She called to their sons.
Viola Jean hopped up on the bathroom counter which Michael recently installed. It was built to hold up to 200 pounds which was way more than her weight. Michael carefully moved the dress out of the way so that they wouldn't ruin it. He snapped the garters against her thighs causing Viola to laugh at the sudden pinch.
"I can't wait to get your sexy ass home tonight and slide my dick in you." he growled while kneeling before Viola.
He pulled her all the way to the edge of the counter. He could smell a mixture her coconut scented lotion mixing with the smell of her aroused sex. She was wearing the black thong he had picked out for her to match the garter, which she lied about telling him that she bought it on impulse, in fact it was given to her by Patrick. He smiled at the pussy he was about to devour. Viola kept it neatly trimmed -- never waxed and moisturized the most sensitive areas with baby oil. Her clit pointed straight out at him awaiting his tongue. He kissed her wetness like it was her mouth. His tongue slid slowly into her warm flesh and he lapped up her juices. Viola closed her eyes and rubbed her husband's balding head. Patrick rarely ate her pussy, she never asked him to she figured if he wanted to he would've done it. She felt it was a little unfair that she would take his dick in her ass, mouth and pussy but who was she to complain when she's in the middle of an affair. Michael licked the outer lips of her warm damp entrance and tickled her clit.
"Oh baby, that feels so good." she moaned as she pulled his head deeper into her loins.
Michael shoved his tongue as deep as it could go into her wet crevice. He loved how his wife tasted. Mild, a bit salty, but never overpowering. Juices flowed into his mouth and it was clear she was close to her orgasm. She humped and ground her pussy into his tongue while he slurped up as much juice he could. Michael licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He could feel Viola's freshly manicured nails dig into his scalp. He pumped two fingers into her sopping wet hole while kissing her thigh. He tickled her clit with his nose before shoving his tongue back into her. Viola held his head tightly against her pussy and ground herself against her husband's mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head, squeezing his skull hard as she exploded into his mouth.
"Oh Michael!" she moaned.
Michael sucked her dry. He rose to his feet smiling at his wife as she leaned against the bathroom counter in an orgasmic afterglow.
"Shit, baby damn!" She said as she turned to look in the mirror.
Michael didn't respond, he simply nodded, smiling as he always did after devouring her. He quickly cleaned his wife's cum from his face as Viola fixed her hair and applied her makeup. He rushed out to get dressed. Viola smiled at what her husband had just done to her. She didn't mind having to fix her hair after the tongue lashing Michael had just given her.
"Mom we're ready!" She heard her son Andrew yell to her suddenly.
She joined them at the front door and admired how polished her 2 sons and husband looked. They all had on personally-tailored suits and Michael had given the boys fresh haircuts.
"You look amazing mommy." Andrew said smiling at his mom.
Viola looked at her sweet 10 year old boy and smiled.
"I told Andrew to say that." Chimed in her 6 year old son Daniel.
"Thank you both, my little handsome men."
Michael had a cab waiting for them outside to take them to the city. The party started at 8pm and they arrived at 8:30pm. The ballroom at the plaza was decorated beautifully. The company had hired an actor to play Santa Clause to entertain the children at the party by handing out toys, reading stories and stuffing them full of pastries.
"Mom, can we go over there?" Andrew asked.
Viola Jean dug into her purse and handed Andrew his emergency cell phone.
"Call us for an emergency or if you just want us ok?"
Andrew nodded, grabbed his brother's hand and headed towards Santa Clause and joined the other children.
Viola and Michael interlocked arms and began mingling with the joyous crowd. The couple made small talk with various co-workers and clients.
"Wow, what a handsome couple." a familiar voice said behind them.
Viola turned around her eyes met Patrick's. She blushed as she watched his eyes roam her body.
