A few years ago my wife Anne and I were invited to a New Years party at some friends. They had a lovely large modern house, set back from the road with its own driveway leading up to the house. In order to allow people to enjoy themselves and be able to drink most guests were being put up for the night in one of the many guest bedrooms the house possessed.
Anne and I had both known Matt and Diana since university. Matt had made a successful career in the city, and had made his fortune there. We were some of the few friends from university that they Matt and Diana were still in regular contact with, and as such we were conscious that we wouldn't really know anyone at the party or fit in. Anne and I had agreed that if we weren't enjoying ourselves Anne would fake a migraine and that we would retreat home in a taxi. As it turns out, we needn't have worried, for as you will see that night we had a particularly good time.
When we arrived at the house, Anne rang the doorbell. We were soon let in by Diana who welcomed us in to the house. She showed us into their large lounge and made sure that we both had a glass of champagne in our hands. She introduced us to a few of their city friends and made sure that Matt knew that we had arrived. The party was already in full swing and some of the guests had already started dancing to old 90s classics.
Initially Anne and I sat down on one of the sofas sipping at our champagne, watching the more established guests enjoy themselves. After ten minutes or so Matt walked over to us with a friend of his, whom he introduced to us. His name was William, and unlike most of the guests was not from the city. William was very good looking, taller than me with piercing blue eyes and an athletic, muscular build.
William worked in the same line of business as me, and sat down beside me. Matt took his leave, but William and I carried on talking about the IT industry for a while. Anne, who was getting bored quickly finished her champagne. Noticing this I offered to go and get every one refills. I got up and headed to the kitchen.
When I returned to the kitchen, I came back to find that Anne had moved up towards William. They were happily chatting away comparing anecdotes about Matt and Diana. Anne realised that we had seen William at their wedding, but hadn't actually got around to chatting with him. I sat on the other side of Anne and handed out the freshly filled glasses.
A little while later, the music changed to slow dances. Before I had my to suggest to Anne to the dance area, William had already taken her by the hand and lead her to the dance area. It wasn't long before the dance was getting quite intimate. I could see that William had his crotch firmly pressed into Anne, and one hand holding one of her well formed bottom cheeks. Watching this I felt a mixture of emotions. I was a little jealous, but very turned on to watch my sexy wife act like this with another man in public. I was rapidly becoming very hard and a bulge was appearing in my trousers which I tried to conceal with a strategically placed cushion.
I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself another drink. I bumped into Diana there. 'Anne and William seem to be enjoying themselves' she said with a cheeky wicked grin. 'You'll have to be careful', she continued, 'his room is next to yours upstairs, you know the one that communicates with your usual room when you stay'.
When I got back to the lounge Anne was sat back down on the sofa with William, their arms linked together. Anne whispered into my ear, 'William got very hard while dancing with me, I am very turned on'.
'That makes two of us' I replied, 'would you like to fuck him?' I continued. Anne didn't reply, but she nodded a cautious 'Yes' with her head while placing her hand on my crotch, verifying that she had understood me correctly. I replied to this with by whispering back 'Why don't you ask him up to our room?'
