"Honey, I got promoted at work!" Peggy announced, as I arrived home from work. My blonde-headed wife of 18 years ran across the kitchen and hugged my neck in joyous celebration.
My wife Peggy had worked for an advertising agency for about 6 months. After raising our 2 grown teenage twins, Peggy had decided to enter the workforce, since her time required around the house had declined significantly with our children off at school.
"Mr. Jones said I was doing a great job, and he wants me to start working directly with our clients." She proudly said. Bob Jones was the president of The Jones Agency, which was the largest ad firm in the south. His firm routinely outsmarted and outperformed the national agencies his firm competed against.
"He has even invited us to an office party at his home tomorrow night!! And, he said several clients will be there to socialize and get to know our people." Peggy informed me, bursting with pride.
"Wow, that's great dear!" I said. "I knew you would be great with people. And, I figured it wouldn't be long before your new boss noticed also!"
Heck, who wouldn't be impressed with my wife!! She was a beautiful woman. Peggy had a trim figure with and neat appearance maintained 24 hours a day. She was friendly with everyone and never met a stranger. Her bubbly personality and pleasant, and her giggly laugh was intoxicating.
She was a Sunday school teacher, a volunteer, a great mother, and the perfect wife. She acted with the up most in social grace, always attractively dressed, and beautifully manicured. Her short blond hair was styled just below her ears and fixed to accent the features of her pretty face and blue eyes, which capped a 5' 4" body.
Although, she dressed conservatively, my wife was a sexy and vivacious woman. She was 40 years old but looked like a 30 year old. Her voluptuous body was always well hidden by her conservative wardrobe. Her dresses always concealed her C-cup breasts, flat stomach, and well-rounded bottom.
After work the next day, I hurried home to get ready for my wife's party. As I entered our bedroom, I could hear the sound of Peggy's blow dryer in the bathroom. I quickly changed and waited for my wife in the den.
After a few minutes, my wife entered the room, and my eyes were greeted with the sight of my stunning, classy wife. Peggy was dressed in a knee length. strap-less cocktail dress. My dick leaped in my pants as I looked at my beautiful wife. She looked great! I stood and hugged her, allowing my hand to slip down to graze her plump bottom.
"Watch it Big Boy!" My wife smiled. My straight-laced wife would never let me touch her there. We only had sex every 2 months, and only using the missionary position in the pitch dark of our bedroom. My wife's father was a minister and she was brought up to believe sex was dirty.
We made our way to our car and drove over to Mr. Jones' huge mansion. He was a single in life, and it puzzled me why he had such a large house. I guess it was for entertaining, or a way to spend his millions. Peggy and I were welcomed by her boss, Mr. Jones, as he opened the door to his spacious home. He was a handsome rugged man about 6' 3" tall. Mr. Jones leaned to kiss my wife, and as she began to present her cheek to him, he took her chin in his hand and turned it back to him. He planted a kiss right on her mouth. Peggy's face flushed with modesty. He was such a powerful, confident man, I thought.
"Hello there good looking!" He smiled and greeted our arrival. "You two hit the bar and enjoy yourself! We are lucky to have your beautiful wife working with us!!!"
My wife never drank, but ordered a glass of wine when we reached the bar and killed it. I thought she was in need of something to calm her nerves, considering she was fairly new to the firm, and that important clients were also in attendance. Mr. Jones quickly returned and took Peggy off to meet the crowd of fellow employees and clients.
I noticed one of the clients was a big black man named Nate Turner, a football celebrity that the agency used in commercials. He was 6' 6" tall and he towered over my petite wife. As he greeted my wife, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth!! She had presented her lips and mouth, and not her cheek.
As my wife met and mingled, she consumed 4 or 5 more glasses of wine. She was laughing and giggling constantly. Mr. Jones paid a tremendous amount of time to her, and took her around to meet everyone. I stood and watched from the other side of the room as my wife talked vivaciously with everyone there, as she clung to Mr. Jones' arm.
They would whisper and laugh as the hours passed. They even danced to the band located on the patio. Mr. Jones was fondling my wife as they danced. As 11PM came, I interrupted my wife and her boss and said that we needed to go. She seemed hesitant to leave with party at full speed.
Mr. Jones commandingly said, "Jim, I will have someone bring her home. Your beautiful wife has all our clients eating out of the palm of her hand!!!"
My wife agreed to stay, and I turned and left the party and headed for home. Although my wife was drinking and dancing, the thought never crossed my mind that she would act anything other than prim and proper, as always.
As I reached our home, I realized that I had forgotten my keys to the house. My wife had a spare set in her purse, I remembered. She never left anything to chance. She was always organized and prepared. As I returned to the Mr. Jones’ mansion, I saw that all the cars had left, as it had taken me about 1 hour to make the round trip.
I knocked on the front door, but there was no answer. I opened door and wandered around the large house looking around for signs of life. I saw none. Had I passed my wife on the way back, I thought?
As I was about to leave, I heard the sound of the band still playing music on the patio. When I reached the glass doors and looked out I was shocked!! My wife was slow dancing with Mr. Jones, and they were kissing!! I stood out of the line of anyone's sight and watched. Mr. Jones was making out with my straight-laced wife, and she was not resisting him at all. In fact, she was grinding her soft body into him!!
I glanced at the 3 remaining band members playing slow Barry White tunes. They were a black band I had heard many time around town. Mr. Jones was looking over my wife’s shoulder smiling from time to time. As my eyes drifted to the side of the patio, I saw big Nate Turner sitting there watching my wife and Mr. Jones dance. I guess they were big buddies, since he was the only guest that was left from the party.
When I glanced back to my wife and Mr. Jones my dick began to get hard. They were kissing and his hands were moving all over my wife's back. I was frozen in place. Should stop them, I thought? I could not bring myself to move.
As I watched, I saw Mr. Jones' hands travel lower on my wife's back to her well-rounded bottom. He began to caress my wife's butt through her dress. His hands were palming and massaging both her buns through her cocktail dress. Peggy was grinding her hips into Mr. Jones' loins as they slow danced and made out. Unbelievable!!
“Oh Mr. Jones!! I am married woman, and a minister’s daughter.” My wife gasped. “What do you think you are doing??”
