I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I called my wife as soon as I received the invitation.
"Honey guess what, we got the invite to Carl's party. You know what this means, we will be starting the New Year at the biggest party of the year."
My wife was not as enthusiastic as I was, she didn't think we fit in with the crowd that hung out with Carl. She was right Carl was rich and single; he always had beautiful women hanging on him hoping for a break in the industry.
I had met him at a Tax Shelter seminar, of course, he was looking for tax breaks, and I was teaching about how to get tax breaks. When we broke for lunch, I just happened to go to the same bar as he. He recognized me and invited me to join him for lunch and I was happy to join him. Carl had three girls at his table,
"George you got here just in time, I was wondering what I was going to do with all these women."
They all laughed, and as I was wondering if he was kidding me this redhead asked me to sit next to her. As with all of Carl's girls, she was stunning, long flowing red hair, huge fake breasts and a tiny little waist. Her name was Sue, I think; anyway, we had a great lunch. We all drank way too much champagne and instead of going back to the seminar, we went to Carl's hotel room. I was lucky that I was done with my part of the presentation, as I was far too drunk to do any public speaking.
Carl was staying in a suite on the top floor; it was luxurious with marble floors and tapestries on the walls. I never once thought of my wife as (was her name Sue?) pulled off the few clothes she was wearing and jumped in my lap. What an afternoon, this girl did things with me that I had only dreamed of or maybe saw in a porno.
The next day when we finished the seminar Carl came up to me,
"I want to thank for taking that red head off my hands yesterday, I don't think I could have handled all three with all the champagne we drank."
He took my number and I thought 'I'll never hear from him again' but I was wrong. We became fairly good friends, Amy and I went to his house for dinner a few times, and he came to our house for dinner a couple of times. We played golf a couple of times a month when he was in town. I don't know how many times he called me to help him out when he had too many girls on his hands. This was the best part of our friendship; I just had to be careful that Amy didn't find out. We even used his private box at the Staple Arena if he wasn't going.
I say we are friends but Amy and I both know that we are not in his league. We are married working people and Carl is single and loaded. I knew of his annual New Year's party, I mean who hasn't. Only 'A' group people went to this party. I called Carl to thank him and originally to say we couldn't attend but as soon as he heard me, he started saying how much he wanted us to be there.
"George you can't miss this party I am depending on you coming. You probably won't believe this but I don't have many close friends, it seems like everyone wants a piece of me but you."
I felt touched, I again said thank you and that we would be there.
The night of the party, my wife was nervous, she didn't like her dress, and she didn't think her hair was right. Amy said,
"Why should I care how I look, with all the big boobed beauties Carl will have on hand no will ever notice me."
I could understand what my wife was talking about, however she looked beautiful and I told her so. She was wearing a bright red dress that was short enough to show off her athletic legs. Although small-busted Amy's breasts were pushed up and shown off with some kind of miracle bra she had discovered. I was turned on by how she looked but she told me to look but don't touch, she had makeup to put on.
On the way to the big bash, I warned Amy there might be some things going on that she would not approve of but to keep an open mind. She sighed and started to say something then stopped and then she said,
"You're right, tonight is a special night, and how many times in our lives will we be able to mingle with the likes of people who will be here tonight. OK, I say anything goes, I going to have a good time and we will worry about tomorrow, tomorrow."
About half way there, my phone rang it was Carl,
"Hey Bro, where are you? Good, well there has been a change of plans. Drive to the airport and look for hanger nine. You got that?"
I asked him what was going on, he said the paprazzi had found the secret location and it was already a mob scene. We drove right to hanger nine and found a corporate jet waiting for us.
Carl was already there, he hugged Amy then told us wait for the next flight and he would fly with us. We all milled about around drinking champagne and my wife was getting buzzed. Carl came by and told us we were going to a private island to party. Waiting for the plane to return we were all excited and ready to go. As we stood around drinking, this blonde came up to my wife,
"Excuse me miss, you haven't had your panty check yet."
My wife already half drunk just pulled up her dress to show off her sexy red thong. The blonde said,
"Here let me help you with those."
She reached up my wife's dress and pulled down her panties, she knelt down to help Amy step out of her panties. The blonde looked up at me,
"Sorry no panties allowed on the island."
She then pressed them to her nose and inhaled, then she smiled at my wife and I think she winked.
