My wife Karen and I had just been invited to a party. It was in honour of our first wedding anniversary and being thrown by my boss, we couldn't say no. My wife is 5 foot 6, has shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a near perfect figure (in my opinion) and nice c cup breasts. She never fails to attract the attention of single (or not) men whenever we go out. Both my wife and I are 23, getting married just after leaving university. Anyway, as it happened it was Karen's fertile period and we decided to start a family, when better than the sex filled weekend of our anniversary.
So I'm in our bedroom helping Karen decide what to wear. It being a formal party in a hotel hospitality suite, Karen had insisted on buying herself a brand new cocktail dress for the occasion. It was a typical black number that came down to about two inches below the knee with a small split in the side (Karen had always been quite conservative). The dress however did show a pleasing amount of cleavage compared to her usual outfits so I didn't complain.
"Honey, do you think this makes my bum looks big in this?"
Usually a dreaded question, but after a year of marriage I had worked out the perfect solution, I walked up to her, looked straight into her eyes and kissed her. Then one thing lead to another, and I start feeling her up groping those delicious tits. We fell onto the bed and I start working her dress up to her waist all the while driving her made with my mauling of her breasts. At this point I'm hard as a rock so without fanfare I unzip my trousers and let "the beast" as my wife calls it loose. (Okay it's only about six and a half inches but I've had no complaints yet). I peeled down my wife's lovely (surprising) black french cut panties all the while continuing the manipulation if her tits through her dress. So there we were, hard cock pointing at her pussy her panties in the corner of the room when the doorbell goes, "Taxi!" we both yelled in union. Quick as a flash we get dressed but lo and behold, my wife's panties were proving to be a problem. After a frantic 30 seconds of searching we hear the Taxi starting its engine outside so I just grabbed Karen and headed out the door.
"But I haven't got any panties on!" Karen kept on saying,
"Don't worry no one can tell" I replied as we rushed to the waiting cab.
"Please" my wife begged but when the cabby glanced over his shoulder she kept quiet.
"Regent Hotel please" I smiled at the cabby. Karen just scowled.
We arrived at ten past nine, slightly late but no one really minded and we started to mingle. The place was great; a buffet had been put on in one corner while the free bar was in another. All along the far wall was a stage where a five-piece band was setting up. I quickly spotted my boss and we headed over.
My boss was a short, weaselesque character I wouldn't give the time of day to unless he had power of life or death over me, which he did so we greeted each other with a warm handshake.
"How are the lovely couple, Karen you look ravishing this evening" said Karl (my boss). His eyes complimented his remark by taking a slow tour round my wife's body, pausing momentarily at her breasts. This did not go unnoticed by Karen, but since it was my boss she had the good graces to blush and smile a thank you.
"Well since everyone is here, lets get started on the fun stuff, presents!" Karl announced to the room. At the mention of presents Karen squealed in delight, she can be a little kid sometimes. Everyone gathered at the stage and one by one the presents were given out, there weren't that many as most there were just acquaintances who had got together and got us a nice selection of wines (a pity since I hate wine and Karen doesn't really drink). Finally there was only one present left to give out and that was Karl's. I say one present, there were two really, one to me which was an exquisite diner suite, while Karen got a new cocktail dress. This wasn't too much o f surprise to me as Karl had asked for Karen's sizes and mine in order to get the correct size.
Karen however was blown away. A chant started from somewhere near the back of the crowd for us to go get changed. Without even thinking I accepted and headed for the toilets. Karen however was a bit more reticent but with a bit of convincing she came with me to change. I didn't understand her resistance until she emerged from the toilet. My god, she was wearing a much shorter black dress than before, only down to mid thigh and showed acres of cleavage. I couldn't believe she would even wear this but I guess the drinks she had consumed so far tonight had loosened her up somewhat; I have to admit to feeling the effects myself even though I had only had one glass of punch.
As Karen emerged there was a cacophony of wolf whistles and catcalls, all she could do was blush and look down self-consciously. It was at this point I remembered that she wasn't wearing any panties and with the type of skirt she was now wearing, it wouldn't be long before everyone else realised as well.
