The hospital Amy works for had its annual awards banquet recently. We had to go because she was getting a 10-year employee plaque. It was a semi-formal soiree, so we both dressed up very nicely. I'm average height and weight, and I wear my curly auburn at my shoulders. I would have looked stupid trying to dress like a 30something hottie, so I wore a plum knee length knit skirt, a matching cowl-neck knit top, and a pair of pumps. I also wore a double strand of pearls, which would find an interesting use later in the evening. Amy, a sleek, seemingly angelic blonde beauty, wore her little black dress, which makes me wet whenever I see her in it. God that woman is HOT! I'm sure she caused more than a few men to drop their drinks.
Amy doesn't have many inhibitions. She's very straightforward, not really caring what people think about her. Once she has more than a couple of glasses of wine, the few inhibitions she does have come tumbling down. I've learned over the years to keep an eye on her and make sure she behaves when she gets into the wine. I'm always afraid she'll say something stupid to the wrong person, flirt with some administrator's wife, or slap a man who gets too friendly. Luckily, I'm not much of a drinker anymore; a glass of wine does it for me.
Amy behaved herself during the pre-dinner social hour, a glass of wine lasting the whole time. Most people from the hospital know we're married, but some of the newer one's don't. It's always funny to see the newbies' reaction when we're chatting with old friends and we show affection to each other, say she stands behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder and her arms around my waist. The men who don't know us almost always get flustered, and I can see the wheels turning in their heads.
Amy had another glass of wine after dinner. Then they had the awards, and she had another glass, so I started to keep an eye on her. After the awards, it was time for music and dancing, and she had another glass, but she behaved herself.
We were on the dance floor most of the time. Finally, during one slow dance, she was grinding against me, making me flush and tingle. She lifted her head off my shoulder and said, "I think we need to leave. Unless you want me to fuck you right here on the dance floor. You still make me hotter than a two-dollar pistol." Oh my, she does wonders for my ego!
We gathered up our stuff and made ready to leave. One of the newer department heads, a prissy thing in her 50s who probably hadn't been laid in 20 years, asked why we were leaving so early. Amy piped up, "We have to go home so I can fuck my wife dry, but she's never once dried up in 10 years."
I almost died! I wanted to crawl under a table and hide. I blushed furiously and steered her away before she could say anything else. Embarrassing as it was, that new administrator learned a valuable lesson. If you aren't ready for full-blown honesty, then steer clear of her.
In the car, I told her, "You behaved yourself right up until the end."
She got pouty and said, "Well, she asked. What did you want me to do? Lie?"
I said simply, "Yes."
Once we got in the house, she was as good as her word. She grabbed me and jumped on me and started kissing me, and they weren't gentle kisses. She basically fucked my mouth with her tongue while she buried her hands in my hair, all the while grinding her mound against mine.
We were both getting frantic. My pussy was beginning to thump, and my inner thighs were sticky wet. I jammed my thigh up against her crotch and rubbed her until she was on the brink of coming, when I abruptly stopped. She was wild. She growled, "Get your ass in the living room." She dragged me there, and pushed me onto the sofa.
Her eyes were incandescent. She yanked her panties off, jumped on top of me, and threw them at my face. "There! See how fucking wet you got me?" And yeah, her panties were very wet, and oh my, they smelled like heaven, pure, radiant, female heat!
