I absolutely hate office politics. It saps the fun and energy out of things that would normally be enjoyable, like a cocktail party. Yet, we had gone, Julie and I, to an office cocktail party. It wasn't free, but at least the proceeds from the $100 price (per person) went to the company's sponsored charity, a local animal shelter. There was a cash bar, which meant added expense, and a live band playing soft music suitable for dancing. Naturally, it was a black-tie event, so I had to rent a tux and Julie required a new cocktail dress. That meant still more expense for an event that would require me to engage in conversation with people that I didn't particularly like to talk to at work, let alone at a party.
Before I go any further, I should briefly describe my wife's dress and the figure that it enhanced. It was all black lace with two straps of black ribbon over her sultry shoulders. It flared a little starting at the waist and was about knee length. If she twirled around fast, which she did in the dressing room at the store, the hem would fly up and out perpendicular to her body and you could see her panties. Julie has, in my humble opinion, a PERFECT figure. She has a perfectly rounded, firm ass and pert little breasts that are often covered by a 34A bra. She stands tall at 5' 6" and has a long but ever so slightly plump torso on top of perfectly smooth legs. She supplemented the dress by purchasing black lace high-cut panties and matching bra, a black garter belt that held up lace top black stockings (with a seam in the back), and black solid toe shoes with 3-inch heels. She also had a pearl necklace that I had given her on our 20th anniversary, and pearl stud earrings I had given her the following Christmas.
I was a little taken aback by how sexy she looked in this dress. Don't get me wrong, it looked fantastic, and I was proud to accompany her to this soiree, even though I didn't particularly want to go and hobnob among the narrow-minded people with which I work. No, I was taken aback because she does not display her sexuality to other people. She's much too conservative for that. Even at the beach, she wears a conservative one-piece bathing suit and does nothing to entice erections in men. Now that doesn't mean she's not hot. Given the right attitude, a woman can get a man hard wearing any outfit at all, but Julie is just not into that kind of thing. She would never purposefully tease any man. Now, she was not only wearing and incredibly sexy dress, but she was also exuding a confidence I had not seen before. She looked and ACTED sexy.
We had taken a room in the swanky downtown hotel, which was the venue for this function, so that we wouldn't worry about traveling home late under any alcoholic influence. We could both cut loose a little, which was exactly what Julie had envisioned and why she was confidently sexy in her attitude. As we were riding down the elevator from the 47th floor, she snuggled up close to me, wrapped her arms around my left arm, took my left hand in hers and whispered in my ear, "When this little party is over and we get back to our room, I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
Now I understood. Now I knew where her confidence was coming from. It was all focused on being sexy for me. Ah, how I love this woman. "As sexy as you look," I said as I reached up with my right hand and gently squeezed her right breast, "we might not make it back up to the room." It was then that I noticed she was not wearing her black lace bra. I made a show of pulling out the top of her dress and peeking down, then giving her a quizzical look.
"The straps showed." She said with a wicked grin.
Wow! I didn't want to go to this stupid party to begin with. Now all I could think about was getting it over with so I could fuck Julie until she passed out. Not a great way to start an evening of office politics.
Well, the evening crept along. Julie and I munched at the buffet, drank from the cash bar, danced to a few numbers from the live band, talked with my coworkers and bosses, et cetera, et cetera. Sure, Julie danced with a couple of my coworkers and with one of my section heads. I danced with a couple of coworkers (female, of course) and a couple of coworker's wives. I admit that one of the tunes was a slow song and I danced with Mark's wife. She is a stunner, and I got a boner. Kind of embarrassing actually since I'm sure she noticed. At least she had the courtesy not to say anything about it.
Julie and I had just reconnected to freshen our drinks, when she noticed young Josh sitting by himself along the sidelines looking bored and maybe a little drunk. Josh is an intern in his sophomore year of college. He is slightly chubby, wears glasses, and is about as much of a computer nerd as you could ever imagine. His social skills would be considered awkward at best. I've never heard him talk of a girlfriend, boyfriend, or any kind of friend. He only talks about computers and games. "He looks like he needs a friend," Julie said.
"He does at that," I replied. "Why don't you see if you can get him to dance with you?"
She gave me another of her wicked smiles, winked at me, and moved over to Josh. I watched as she sat down next to him and struck up a conversation. They smiled. They laughed. After a few minutes of animated conversation, she leaned in toward him, rested her hand on his thigh, and whispered something into his ear. He then stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it, stood up, and they walked arm in arm to the dance floor. They boogied to a quick dance tune; nothing sexual, just a bit of fun movement to a great song. Then the tempo dropped to a sensual love song and Julie snuggled up close to Josh and wrapped her arms around his neck. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hands at the juncture between the small of her back and the top of her ass. As their bodies swayed gently to the music, I saw Julie whisper something in his ear and move even closer to him. Josh's hands moved ever so slightly down and cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her closer into him. She whispered something else, pushed away from him and walked briskly to me.
As she walked by, Julie grabbed my hand and said, "We have to go back to the room NOW," as she pulled me with her to the elevators. She seemed flustered as we waited for the elevator doors to open, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and biting on her fingernails.
"What gives?" I asked, but before she could answer, the elevator doors opened, and she pulled me inside. Then she kept nervously pressing the close button until the doors slid shut. As soon as the elevator started to move, Julie pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the lips.
"You know how we often read erotic literature, watch porn videos, and talk about married women having sex with someone else?" She asked me as she began shifting her weight again and fanning her face with her hand.
"Yes."
"Would you seriously like to go through with it for real?" She asked with a glazed look in her eyes.
"Yes, I think I would." I answered as my dick sprang to attention.
"No equivocation. Yes or no. Would you like for me to fuck another man?
"Definitely."
