As Ryan lay on the bed, he looked at his wife, Myra. She slept so peacefully beside him. Ryan combed her hair and ran a finger down on her cheek and kissed her forehead. They've been married after three years of courtship and yet Ryan couldn't get enough of her. Ryan flipped on his side and opened the light blanket that covered her body. Ahh, there she is naked in all her glory.
Ryan took in his wife again -- short hair, full lips, supple skin, a deep cleavage with generous breasts and dark, big nipples which continued to a flat tummy and ended in a slight hint of a bush. Ryan knew her pussy intimately, the way the two lips cover the pussy -- ever so wet and warm and tight. Ryan and Myra had just had sex and yet, he longed for her again.
'Damn! Look at her.' he thought. But, he didn't want to disturb Myra. They had office again the next day and he knew, they both needed their sleep. Ryan pulled the blanket on her and turned on his back and sighed.
A thought had been bothering him for some time. He kept his hand over his eyes and tried to brush it away. But, it was both erotic and disturbing.
Ryan and Myra had been a happy couple. They were intensely into each other, they understood their needs and always looked out and cared for each other. Of course, they were a big hit with all their friends. While Myra usually detested office parties, after they were married, Ryan was almost coaxed to persuade Myra to come to one. Office parties were usually a glamorous thing. There were music, food, fine wine and people were required to come dressed up with their families. More often than not, people usually got drunk, they bawled and had a good time. Since this was their first party after marriage, Myra agreed. Before the party, as Ryan got out of the washroom and stepped in the bedroom, he saw his wife getting ready in front of the mirror, he whistled and said, 'Is this your version of dressed to kill?'
Myra turned around, made a face and said, 'You think this is too much?'
She was wearing a little black dress that had a slight cut that amplified her cleavage. It was tastefully long just above her knees. The dress hugged her body and complemented her curves. Ryan woofed, 'There's nothing too much about it.'
Ryan started taking purposeful steps towards her but Myra said, 'All this took me one hour to complete. You're not ruining it now.'
All Ryan wanted was to take her on the bed and pin her and get inside her, but he didn't want Myra to get mad. So, he just replied, 'But, then, it entails me to some privileges tonight.'
'Haha!' We will see.' And Myra walked out of the room.
The party was vibrant as usual. All his colleagues were there. Almost all of them were meeting Myra for the first time. They met some of the colleagues and their wives. Most of them complimented them that they looked wonderful together. As the drinks started, Ryan went and joined some of his colleagues at the bar. As the night progressed, the lights got dim, people got drunk, the dancing started and the place got noisier. Ryan went up to Myra who was talking to some of his colleagues and their wives and asked if she wanted to dance. Myra always loved to dance. She didn't drink much but she loved to dance. Ryan caught her by her hips and said, 'Are you doing okay?'
Myra said, 'So far, so good.'
Ryan whispered, 'Your dress is getting you a lot of attention.'
Myra giggled, 'Is it? I told you this was too much.'
Ryan replied back, 'No. In a good way. All my colleagues are so jealous that I have such a hot wife.'
As they giggled and danced, one of his colleagues, Neil, asked if he could dance with Myra. In office parties, this was quite normal and everyone danced with everyone. Ryan obliged and said, 'Anyways, I am going for a drink.'
Ryan went to the bar and poured a drink when he felt a hand on his shoulders. 'Hey Ryan!'
Ryan looked back to see it was Jim who worked with him. Jim was an old-hand in the office -- very trustworthy and very blunt. 'Hey Jim!'
'I see you brought your wife to the party. She's beautiful.'
'Haha! Thanks Jim.'
'Oh! I think you must be having real fun.'
'Yes. She's fun.' Ryan turned to see Myra still dancing with someone. He was too drunk and the lights were too dim. So, he couldn't figure if it was Neil or someone else. But it seemed Myra was having fun.
Jim sat next to him and said, 'Is she as good as she looks?'
Ryan shot back, 'What do you mean?'
Jim laughed coarsely and said, 'You're the husband. You should know what I mean.'
Ryan joined in the laughter and said, 'Shut up! But, yes, she's better than she looks. Where's your wife, Jim?'
Jim snorted back, 'Sleeping at home.'
'Why didn't you bring her?'
'Oh! She gets bored here. She's not fun now. Here's a tip, boy! Have fun while you can' he patted Ryan's shoulder and left.
As the party ended, they ordered a cab for returning home, Ryan turned to Myra and said, 'Well, how was it?'
Myra undid her high heels and said, 'It was good. I wanted to meet the people you work with. You're a likeable man, Ryan.'
'Well, yeah. They say that now when they're drunk. Make no mistake, they can be assholes.'
'I figured. But, it was fun.'
'Glad! You like it. Can't wait to reach home. I want you.'
'Hehe! You will get me. By the way, your office colleagues are also perverts.'
Ryan looked at her, 'Don't mind their banters. They get rowdy-drunk and make obscene jokes.'
'Oh no! It's not their jokes.'
'Then?'
'Remember, I danced with two of your colleagues?'
"I remember Neil. Who else did you dance with?'
'I don't remember their name.'
'Anyways, you were saying they were perverts.'
'Well, they felt me up.'
Ryan sat up. 'What?'
Myra calmed him, 'No! Nothing alarming. But, while they were dancing, they squeezed my ass and tried to feel my boobs.'
Ryan said, 'You could have stopped dancing.'
Myra shrugged, 'I didn't know how intentional it was. Anyways, like you said, they were harmless.'
'Haha. I thought so. The guy who wanted to dance with you is a sneaky bastard. I hope you're not mad.'
'Not mad. But, you know, it was a little uncomfortable.'
'Don't worry, honey. That's the maximum fun they had in the party.'
Myra said, 'What do you mean?'
'Well, Neil anyways is a playboy. What I've heard, he sleeps around. And you ..so many colleagues whispered that you look damn hot. Of course, they were drunk. But, you were the show-stopper tonight.'
Myra made a face in mock anger and said, 'Really?'