Claire and I were invited recently to a fancy dress party held by one of her workmates. The hosts of the party were a couple slightly younger than us, so we knew most of the guests would be late twentysomethings. This didn't bother us, in fact Claire was quite excited about the theme of the party, pimps and hookers.
On the eve of the party I dressed in my leather outfit and waited for Claire. When she came downstairs my cock stood to attention. Her make up was pretty heavy, black eyeliner, bright red lipstick. She wore a black see through blouse that showed her breasts supported in a half cup bra. Her blouse was tucked into a lycra miniskirt that literally clung to the tops of her thighs and stretched across her arse. The skirt was so short, her red suspender straps poked out. She had chosen black fishnet stockings and when she spun round to let me admire they had a wicked seam running up the back. Her outfit was finished off with a traditional pair of black stilettos. It was one hell of a slutty outfit and she knew it. She perched a heel on the sofa to adjust her suspender strap. She didn't need to but she knew the effect it would have on me. Her red knickers came into view, so skimpy that wisps of pussy hair poked out on either side.
"Do you think this will do?" she teased, "or do you think it will land me in big trouble?"
I walked over and ran a hand over her wet pussy mound. "I think you're guaranteed all the fucking you can handle tonight," I said.
She pushed her pussy against my hand. "Oh do you mean you want to watch me getting my pussy poked?"
"So long as you behave like a true tart," I grinned. "Let's go."
We arrived at the party and were soon mingling, drinking and chatting. People had gone to town with their outfits, stockings, heels, thigh high boots, tarty make up.
Claire and I mingled with the crowd and after a while I lost sight of her. It wasn't until I went upstairs that I found where she had disappeared to. She was on the landing chatting to two men from her office. I recognised one of them immediately as John, the guy she had fucked in her office. They were both admiring her outfit and telling her she was the hottest woman at the party.
"But I must be the oldest woman here, wouldn't you rather letch after the younger ones?" she teased.
"No way," John replied, "plus you've got the experience."
"And what experience would that be?" she asked.
"To satisfy both of us at the same time," John added.
Claire smiled. "Now that's a naughty proposition to make to a married woman, you know my hubby's downstairs. Anyway where are your wives?"
"We told them it was work colleagues only," replied John.
"And why would you want to do a thing like that?" asked Claire coyly.
"To get inside your knickers," said John cockily.
"You cheeky bastard, what if my hubby catches us?"
"So go and fetch him," the other man smirked, "I'm sure he'd get off on watching you fooling around."
"Hmm, I don't know," Claire said, "do you think you two could handle this?" She was in tease mode now and she slowly lifted the front of her miniskirt to reveal more of her suspender straps and the thin strip of her knickers covering her slit.
"I mean, do you think you're capable of making it worth my while?" she purred as she ran her hand lightly over the front of her knickers. John walked up to her and placed his hand on hers.
"If you want a thorough fucking, we'd be happy to oblige," he said and leant forward to kiss her. They started to snog, his hands roaming over her arse, her hand rubbing the front of his trousers.
At that point I decided to intervene. I was as horny as hell with the idea of Claire having these two men, but not on the landing.
