Author's note. I started this story working with another writer. The goal was that I would write the wife's side and he would write from the husband's perspective. It was a fun exercise. We went back and forth quite a few times. In general I felt we had different visions of where the story might go and I wrote this part myself.
We do have an outline for the next section. Watch Maninconn to see if he picks up the story.
As usual, please vote, comment, and send feedback. Look at all my other stories. You will see I have a stalker who votes and writes the same comment on all my loving wife stories. You will see the same comment over and over. He must change his IP address each time he votes anonymously. Vote to offset him. He is obsessed. I believe that his wife was cheating on him her whole life so he hates cuckold and wife sharing stories. I think I will write a story about that and call it "Betrayed by love".
Enjoy.
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Dan and I had been looking forward to this trip for over a month. The trip was paid for by the company so Dan and I decided to come early for a mini vacation before the banquet and conference.
The award banquet was for me, well, there were other awards but mine was the most prestigious. A very successful marketing campaign I created had won a national award At 25 I was the youngest person to ever win this award. Plus, the campaign brought in thousands of first time customers. My company was also giving me an award.
The award banquet was Sunday, followed by our sales conference. We'd arrived Friday night to take advantage of some extra time at the beach.
Thursday evening we arrived at the hotel around seven. Since the bellman was bringing the luggage up we had some time to explore the hotel. We found the spa, 3 restaurants, a pub and a nightclub. The nightclub had a DJ Thursday through Saturday.
We headed up to our room to shower and change. We had already eaten but thought we'd try the pub and then the nightclub after.
Dan jumped in the shower first. I always thought this silly as I took longer to get ready, but he always said, "It gives me more chances to see you naked."
I liked that answer. Actually, I loved it when he admired me. To be honest, I loved it when anyone admired my body. At 5'3 34c 24 36 I was proud of my body. My thick brown hair that hung to middle of the back didn't hurt either. If I had a chance to wear a short dress, show a bit of cleavage, or wear a bikini, I loved it.
The best part is that Dan always liked it too. He said he loved being seen with such a sexy woman. It was a game we played. He'd always point it out when guys were noticing me. It got us both hot and we always had the best sex after.
Tonight was no different. As I walked out of the shower Dan was already dressed. A pair of nice jeans and a button down shirt, untucked, he looked hot. I always thought he looked hot, but this was one of my favorite looks.
"That's one of my favorite outfits," I said
"Yours is my favorite," he quipped.
I was still naked from the shower. I threw my towel at him.
"You just like that I just shaved my pussy clean."
"God yes. Looks delicious, but so does the rest of you," he said.
He reached for me. I danced away. "Well maybe if you're lucky you can get a taste tonight,"
"Anyone would be lucky to taste that pussy," he replied.
"Hmmmm, anyone? I wonder," I teased.
"That would be interesting," he replied.
He always played that he'd like to see me with another man or men. Most of the time I knew he wasn't serious but it was kind of fun pillow talk.
I wiggled my ass at him, "I'm not even sure you deserve this ass. Never mind anyone else."
We both laughed.
I had hung up all my clothes. I tried to decide what to wear. I hadn't packed that many clothes that I had a lot of options. I had business clothes for the conference, a dress for the award party, 3 bikinis for beach time, 2 dresses and a few skirts and tops for casual time. Dan preferred me in skirts and dresses. Most were fairly short. After all, I was 25. Dan always said,"If ya got it, flaunt it."
So flaunt it was. I chose a cream skirt that was pleated and about half way down my thigh. I added a maroon top with a scooped mini cowl neckline. Just enough cleavage. I had a lacy pink thong and bra set.
I put that on first. I heard a click. Dan had his phone out and had taken a picture. We had plenty of pictures. I had no idea what he did with them, but I was game. I struck a few poses.
"These would make a great slide show for the awards banquet," he joked.
"You'd like that too much," I replied. "I mean maybe, if it were your birthday or something and you were really good..." I teased.
I finished getting dressed and we headed to the pub for a drink. When we got there my boss and 3 of our top sales guys were there.
My boss is Christine. She started the company 10 years ago and had grown it to 1200 employees. She was both smart and beautiful. She was 5'9" with red hair. I'd say she had a nice figure but in some ways she always looked angular, straight. She dressed impeccably in suits and appropriate dresses. I don't ever think I saw her in pants. She oozed control and was treated with respect.
She'd always taken a liking to me. When in our department she'd pull up a chair and sit next to me and discuss my projects. I was the department head, and the youngest department head ever, my staff would comment she didn't do that with the person I replaced.
She obviously liked the women who worked for her to wear skirts or dresses. She did and she made it clear that I should. I never heard she'd mentioned it to anyone else, and others wore pants or even jeans sometimes, but I assumed they just didn't care.
She would often compliment my clothes or something about me telling me she liked something I wore or did. Sometimes she'd touch my hip, or arm, or stroke my hair when she complimented me.
I enjoyed her attention. She was a powerful woman and a role model to all women. Whenever she complimented me it made my pulse beat and heart flutter. When we'd walk down the hall she'd often put her arm around me. If she was talking about me she'd often have her hand on my shoulder. I loved it.
Dan always said that he knew whenever I came home talking about her that he knew he was gonna get laid. The truth is I was always excited by the attention and felt hyper good about myself after, so he was probably right.
Christine saw me as we entered the pub. She called me over.
"Well, there's our star. Are you having fun?" she asked.
"We just got here," I responded.
She looked at Dan, "and this must be your husband?"
Where are my manners," I exclaimed. "Christine, this is my husband Dan, Dan this is my boss."
Dan stuck out his hand. I'm so glad to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."
"Nice to meet you too," said Christine. As she took his hand. It kind of bothered me. I'm not sure why. I'd seen her size up men before. She'd often have to negotiate big deals. It was kind of weird seeing her do it to Dan.
At 27 Dan was a little older than me. I knew he was good looking. At 5'11" and 185 he was in great shape. We worked out together and though neither had six-pack abs, but add in his dark hair, blue eyes, and great smile, he got his share of looks.
I didn't really know the sales guys. I'd met them before, but hadn't spent time with them. I worked closely with their boss. Christine introduced them. Jack, Tony, and Edward. They were all very sweet to me. They congratulated me on my awards and commented that they couldn't believe someone as young and pretty as me could win such a prestigious award. I thanked them.
They said hi to Dan and then turned their attention back to me.
Christine suggested we join them. She scooted the guys over.
"I want my star sitting next to me," she said.
I scooted into the booth. One of the sales guys got 2 chairs and pulled them up to the booth. Dan sat on one of the reps on the other side of me. We ordered drinks and snacks and talked. As one of two women I was loving the attention and being out having fun. Often as Christine addressed me she'd touch my hand, or shoulder.
At this point Dan was included in the conversation. The reps and Christine showed an interest in what he was doing and laughed at his jokes. Eventually the conversation turned back to me. A lot of flirting and innuendo. I didn't mind, it was nice being part of the group. The jokes would lead to touching. Sometimes my hand or arm. For a while Christine left her hand resting on my thigh. I was having fun. They included Dan in the fooling around.
He was having fun too.
One of the sales guys looked at the time, mentioned the disco was open and suggested we go dancing. I thought it was a great idea.so the 6 of us headed to the disco.
It was crowded and there were few tables available right away. We found a small cocktail table to put our drinks on and all stood around it. There were 3 stools. I Took one, Christina another.
The guys moved around the table as they talked to each other and us. As careful as I was, sitting on a skirt on a stool in a bar is not easy. More than once I flashed one of the guys. They'd laugh and the other guys, including Dan, asked why they'd missed it.
The music and the atmosphere was fun. I felt like the center of attention. Christine and the sales guys were fun to hang out with.
At one point I got a second to speak to Dan. "Are you having fun" I asked. "We can leave if you want."
"Leave? Why would I want to leave?" he responded. "I'm having fun knowing my sexy little wife is the center of attention."
I slapped his arm playfully. I knew what he meant, "Pervert," I laughed. "You'd die if I ever really did it."
"Try and kill me," he smirked.
I have to admit, with all the attention, our little bedroom talk was pushing itself into the reality of my mind.
I sat there moving in my seat with the rhythm. One of the guys asked me to dance. I politely refused. Christine encouraged me.
"Someone's got to dance," she said. "I'm too old and I can't let the whole company see me gyrating on a dance floor. I'd lose their respect. Go dance."
I refused again and looked at Dan. Christine turned to Dan and said, "Do you care if she dances?"
Dan turned to look at me smiling and nodded. I knew Dan was not much of a dancer so I took that as agreement.
I headed to the dance floor with one of the sales guys. I love to dance and admit, I have some moves, so I was getting into it. When I'd try to sit down Christine would encourage me to dance again. I'd always check with Dan first. Every once in awhile the sales guys would switch off. They kept me on the dance floor and I was again enjoying being the center of attention.
As the night went on the dancing became closer. The guys would touch my waist or hand. At one point I was dancing between the three of them. I looked over and Christine was sitting with Dan. They were watching me. Christine was patting Dan's hand and talking to him.
Dan would look at me smile and wave.
I continued dancing. I may have been grinding on the guys a lot. I'm pretty sure they all grabbed my ass at one point or another. At one point I was sandwiched between two off them. I'm pretty sure my skirt was around my waist.
I didn't care. I was having a blast.
Finally the night ended. Christine took Dan's arm and walked him through the lobby. The three sales guys insisted on goodnight kisses. It was all in fun so they each got a kiss. They each took the opportunity to grab my ass and get a good kiss.
