"So Mark, how do I look?" Susie asked. I looked up as she approached the bottom of the stairs. Her jet black hair was curled, rather than her normal straight look, which highlighted her Asian features. I took a step towards her as she gave a half twirl on the last step.
"Very, very sexy," I replied as I slipped my hands around her waist. She bent forward and kissed me and I lowered my hands to the bottom of her dress, just above her knees and run my hands up her tanned, nylon clad legs lifting her red, satin looking dress up with me.
"Hey," she said giggling "Don't wrinkle my dress." She straightened her dress back up as I moved my hands over the figure hugging dress. I felt the ridge which I knew meant she was wearing stockings. I looked up and grinned.
Originally from Vietnam, Susie had settled in the U.K as a young child. We met in college and after time apart whilst we went our separate ways at University, we got back in touch and became close. At 5'2" she was perfectly proportioned with a 36B cup which, at this moment seemed much bigger pushed up in the dress she was wearing. Her legs also looked longer in her red stilettos and although 29 she could easily pass for someone much younger.
As for me I was just an average type of guy. At 5'7" and 30 years old, I liked to work out at the gym and played a lot of sports but when I looked at my wife I couldn't believe how lucky I was. She of course thought that when I said such things I was just being modest and she felt she was lucky but the truth was I found my wife, even after knowing each other for over ten years, very beautiful. She didn't even realise. Numerous times I have watched guys stare at her. At clubs she always gets chatted up when I am not around but she just laughs it off as typical drunken men. Even when I have picked her up from work, I have seen guys talking to her and with their body language it is obvious they fancy her but she tells me it is all in my head.
I would say that is the only frustration in our marriage because for whatever reason, I actually get turned on thinking of her with these men. Sometimes in the bedroom I will get her to tell me about the men in her office who flirt with her. She plays along and says she wonders what it will be like to be touched by them. The problem is whenever I have discussed it in the cold light of day but she says it's just a fantasy between the two of us and she loves me too much to ever cheat.
Well tonight was the night of her work's Christmas party. For once her company had splashed out for a function room at an expensive hotel. Susie is a manager for a small admin team and numerous departments from within the company had been invited to a three course Christmas dinner followed by dancing with a local radio DJ. As part of the invitation we had the chance to purchase a discounted room. I thought this would be a good idea since I didn't know anyone there and I knew I would need a drink and as it was Susie's Christmas party I thought it would be unfair if she drove.
At the hotel I was glad Susie made me wear a suit. I thought I was going to be over dressed but some of the guys had gone for the full tuxedo. Some of the women in the room were also elegantly dressed, some wearing figure hugging dresses which as they walked showed a huge split showing plenty of thighs. Others wore dresses with no back, or showing extensive amount of cleavage, enough to turn on even the most loyal of married men.
One of the waitresses showed us to our table where there was free wine available and a glass of champagne. A couple, in there mid forties were already at the table but as Susie did not know them, after the usual small talk we just kept to ourselves. Before too long the room filled up and five other people joined us at our table including another couple who Susie did not know, two women who if I had to guess I would say were lesbians, but not the ones found in any porn film, more the butch type and a gentleman I had recognised from when I picked up Susie occasionally at work. His name was David and even as Susie introduced us I realised his name had sometimes cropped up in our fantasy talks. It turned out that Dave was one of the higher managers in a post that worked closely to my wife's department. His girlfriend had her own Christmas party on the same night so he was there alone. At 42 it was easy to see how he was in the position he was. He was charming and talked freely to everyone at the table, relaxing everyone. He was easily liked and went out of his way to buy all the men at the table a drink at the bar, rather than sipping wine with the women.
As he got up I saw Susie watching as David went up to the bar.
"He seems like a nice fella."
"Yes, he is the one who said I should see him if any of the other managers give me a hard time." I just smiled. "What?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," I said "It's just that you know he likes you."
"What David?" she said in mock astonishment "I don't think so; he has been with his girlfriend for nearly eight years now."
"So?"
"What makes you say that anyway?" At that moment I was sure there was an interest.
"Just the way he talks to you, he leans forward towards you, much closer than anyone else," Susie gave a false laugh. I was in two minds whether to ask her if she noticed he had topped up her glass twice already but decided not to. I wanted to see how things developed.
"You are daft; David is like that to everyone. We all know he is a bit of a flirt but he is just being friendly."
Once the meal was finished Dave apologised as he left to mingle with some other managers. The other people at the table had also left to presumably join their friends, leaving me and Susie alone.
"Come on lets dance," she said. I knew immediately that something was different in her since she never wanted to dance I always dragged her up onto the floor and as she stumbled slightly as she stood up I realised what it was.
"Are you drunk?'" I asked laughing
"No, I'm just not used to drinking wine and champagne together." At this point I realised David had been constantly topping up her glass and with nearly two empty bottles on the table then that meant Susie must have had nearly a bottle or more on her own. Especially since all the men had gone onto lager. Susie rarely drank and when she did it was the odd glass but on those rare occasions she did, let's just say she was more adventurous than usual. I knew this could be an interesting night.
We danced for a few songs before some other women from her department came over to join us. Susie introduced me and then kept breaking into fits of laughter as the gossiped on the floor. They all seemed to have had a fair few drinks between them. Feeling a little uncomfortable stood there in the middle of the dance floor I made an excuse of needing a drink and disappeared up the bar. I ordered myself a lager and a double Southern Comfort and Coke for the wife. I turned to see her dancing with her friends and so just stood at the bar for a while admiring the other women in the room showing off various areas of flesh. Two young men entered the room and immediately came up to the bar. They were obviously late in, probably after drinking somewhere cheaper first. One was, I presumed Indian or Pakistani in origin, in his late teens to early twenty's wearing a modern looking grey suit. The other was a white lad, of a similar age. He was watching the dance floor as his friend was waiting to be served.
"Fuck me she looks hot tonight." I heard him say.
"Who?" asked his friend, trying to catch the barman's attention.
"Sue, of course you prick. That dress she is wearing, I would love to see underneath it." My attention was caught up in this conversation between these two young men and my cock began to twitch. The subject of their desire was, I presumed my wife but with the number of people on the dance floor I wasn't 100% sure, especially as everyone I knew called her Susie. I was intrigued and continued to listen in.
"Ranjeet, look." This time he did turn to look where his friend was watching. "Wouldn't you love to be behind her right now, grinding yourself up against that great arse?" They both laughed and as Ranjeet paid the barmen he walked over to his friend with his drink. They were no more than two feet in front of me.
"I have to admit, she does look hot."Ranjeet said openly staring. Obviously Susie was to far away to notice. "Anyway Stevie, I didn't think you liked her ever since she gave you a bollicking for smoking outside of the smoke shelter?"
"She can be a bitch but I would still love to shove my cock up her," again they both just laughed. "Did I tell you I saw her last week pulling her stockings up in one of the offices last week?"
"Shut up you did."
"I swear to you Ranj man, I did. She has amazing fucking legs. I had to go home and knock one out." At this point Ranjeet nearly spat out his pint with laughter.
"Really?" he finally asked.
