My wife Elaine was acting very excited today. Tonight was the night of our city's 5 year "Family Dinner."
My name is Robert - Bob - Parker and this would be the 3rd one we attended. The very first was just about 1 year after I was hired into the St. Louis branch office of International Machine Tools & Robotics, Inc. Every 5 years a few very high Corporate Executives and their entourage would travel to all the cities with significant numbers of company employees for this "family" get together - employees and spouses though not children (since at least a little alcohol would be served tonight). Though like a lot of other large corporations in the USA, there was a rather strict alcohol policy - basically none at official corporate functions, with only a few minor exceptions like this dinner. And like most other large, medium, and small USA corporations - employees themselves were more often than not rather large social drinkers anyway.
What was most eye opening to my wife and even me at that first dinner was how so many wives were dressed. Basically all of the most attractive ones seemed to be competing in sexy, even risque, attire. Many dresses left some, little, or even no doubt said wearers had no underwear on underneath. Many were open backed and plunging neckline type dresses. Some just covered the front and back fairly demurely, but were completely open down both sides - with merely a couple of strategically placed strips mid abdomen and at the hips connecting the front and back pieces of the dress. Obviously no bra underneath and no panties unless for a possible G-string. Sitting and leg crossing had to be done VERY carefully in these dresses to preserve any modesty at all.
My own wife was dressed then much more demurely but still looked great, of course - just because of her own natural youth and beauty. She had just turned 21 then - same age as me. And she had just delivered our first child about 3 months before - our beautiful daughter Julia.
And already then she had mostly recovered her trim figure. She was about 5'5" tall and her normal weight between 110-115 lbs with now a rather generous 36C breasts. Larger than normal because she WAS nursing her new baby - which was fine with me. She didn't drink more than a half glass of wine that night and we left and got home as soon as all the official festivities were over.
By the time of the next dinner 6 years into my employment, we had socialized enough with many of my fellow .business colleagues to be included in much of the gossip. And the primary gossip around the Family Dinner event was that some of those corporate executives and entourage attended an "after dinner" party with select wives of the St. Louis employees. Only those who really wanted too, and made that known by their dress and friendliness to said execs during the dinner and cocktails mixer before dinner were issued a discrete invitation. Nothing outward was displayed and it was all very discrete. Husbands generally were NOT invited to this party - but it was just an amazing coincidence how frequently said husbands were often rewarded with "job excellence" bonuses or even outright promotions during the following year. No sexual harassment complaints or untoward publicity ever attended these most private parties. Only the rumors existed.
At the second Family Dinner my wife looked even better than the first, fully recovered from the birth of our first child of course, and sadly there had been no more children born - as we were in a bit of a holding pattern waiting for our economic position to improve just a tad. My wife had dressed elegantly sexy but not outrageously so, and was just normally friendly to everyone, including when introduced to our corporate attending royalty. I saw a few glimmers in some of those "powerful men's" eyes as they eyed my wife - but it was obvious she wasn't flirting with them at all, and more interested in socializing with our mutual friends and happy being with me.
We actually expected to start "trying" for our second child in the near future. At least that is what I thought.
But that never happened. In fact my wife started a sort of "makeover" period the next year. Julia was 6 now and in grade school full days. Elaine started exercising at the gym more consistently, mostly stairstepping and elliptical machine aerobics, with a few Jazzercise classes and even spinning - which firmed her thighs and ass to an incredibly luscious condition. She did enough upper body work to firm and help support her now naturally larger breasts from the 15 months of breast feeding Julia. Any longer and she was afraid (from all her female friends telling her) "it will ruin your breasts!" Well, it didn't - certainly not for me. Just made them "more womanly" and "more suckable" than ever. Especially her new larger and more developed nipples.
She had also gotten her real estate license and worked part time as a sales agent now, hardly ever putting in more than 20 hours a week. Of course, that's never a 9-5 type job and she sometimes had to show a property or meet a seller at night - but she tried to keep it all during school time periods. She was actually a pretty successful agent - her "dollars earned" per hours spent had to be one of the best in the city. Her attractiveness and general very friendly persona made her a natural.
Tonight was the night of the 3rd Family Dinner - and things had changed a little, but noticeably, from 5 years ago. My wife was much more excited about tonight than previously. She was also dressing much sexier. Victory Secrets underwear and a garter belt and black sheer stockings - with the brief black thong panties pulled up over the garters - for quick and easy removal. "Wow," I thought to myself, "maybe we are going to get a bit kinky tonight". "We" being Elaine and moi, of course.
And then the black dress she put on was also brand new, just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings, and plunging both front and back - with just vertical strips covering her bra less breasts. OK, this WAS going to be an interesting night.
Was I worried, at all? Not a bit. I was absolutely sure that my wife loved me just as much as I still loved her, and was just as faithful as I had been to her. Yes, the last 11 years had been a little rougher economically than I had first envisioned for us, and I knew my wife wanted just a little bit more, but now things were really starting to pick up - and all my hard work and preparation was about to pay off. I am sure my wife was a bit tired of just hearing my promises - and probably had not been paying much attention lately to some of the things I had been telling her, but a big recognition and even promotion was in the works already for me.
We arrived at the large hotel ballroom that had been rented for this event. More than 1000 local corporate employees were in attendance. We soon hooked up with some of our friends and started drinking during the cocktail mixer hour. It was all open bar and some of the "limited alcohol availability" strictness was gone tonight. All our friends were greatly impressed with how beautiful and sexy Elaine looked tonight. Most of the wives looked envious and some of their husbands almost literally drooled. None of our closest and real friends' wives were dressed nearly as "daringly" as Elaine - but certainly many of the other wives, female employees, and even some secretaries were - and they generally looked daggers at Elaine - as if she was those bimbos' competition for tonight. No way!
But then the corporate bigwigs started making the rounds and meeting everyone. Just being friendly with the troops, you know? Yeah, right. When Samuel Godwin Harrison III, Executive VP for Sales, Corporate finally got around to our little cluster of employees and spouses, his eyes almost bugged out like a cartoon character when he was introduced to Elaine. (I really imagined a cartoon rabbit with ears up, eyes and tongue out, and an instant huge hardon tent in his pants at his initial reaction.) But he still made an instant recovery, was very smooth and charming, soon had everyone laughing at some little witticism, and no one was laughing harder than Elaine, who actually put a hand on his arm and leaned into him almost doubling over with her laugh - and also giving him a great view down her dress. And her large nips were noticeably hard. Elaine WAS flirting with him, big time. Right then "call me Sam" looked back at one of his flunkies and whispered something, then looked at me and Elaine (really just Elaine) and said, "Bob, I would LOVE for you and Elaine to sit at my dinner table up front tonight. I have already heard what you have been doing and what is in the works for you, we might have a chance to talk about all that during dinner. I am sure Elaine would love to hear about some of that as well, from Corporate's perspective."
Well, Elaine was almost hyperventilating.
"Oh honey, isn't this great? Isn't this so exciting? I am SO proud of you."
Yeah, just fricking great, I couldn't help but thinking. I have a feeling now tonight isn't going to be so great and "kinky" for moi, after all. Unless sitting home alone jerking off to I-net porn counts.
I tried to play it cool. I even tried to look pleased and enthusiastic. But I kind of had the feeling about 1000 pairs of eyes in that room were staring at me and my beautiful and luscious wife being monopolized attention wise 100% by "Sam" and thinking "oh, the poor cuckold - but he will get his reward sometime soon in the next year. Depending on just how good wifey performs tonight." I wonder what the percentage of "pity" feelings were, compared to merely envy?
That interminable dinner finally ended - then the various execs made their little corporate rah-rah speeches. Finally Sam got up and my wife was mesmerized by him. She never looked or spoke to me during Sam's little spiel. Finally Sam returned to our table and leaned over and whispered to Elaine.
Everything was wrapping up and I guess Elaine finally remembered I was there, too. She leaned over and softly said, "I've been invited to the after party tonight. Sam explained it all. It's not what you think, the rumors, you know. It's just more drinking and some dancing, a chance for the execs to finally really unwind and relax. I might be a tad late so don't wait up. I'll get home just fine. Now, don't worry. I love you and only you. This is going to be so great for you and for us. You'll see." And with everyone getting up and milling about and starting to exit the ballroom doors at the rear - Elaine and a few other beautiful and very sexy looking women were kind of herded into the whole entourage and they all left via a side door near the front. I noticed a few other now "single" guys like me - but we didn't look each other in the eyes. Just turned and walked out in the general crowd. I didn't look for any of our friends - just got out of there and into my car and back to my very average, very middle class, West St. Louis suburban subdivision home.
