(This is a re-imagining of JetLag's "Party Game." All the credit for idea and structure goes to him. -- CO)
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A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party that was thrown by my boss. It was the beginning of the holiday season, and we were eager to go to a nice party, even though it was going to be mostly attended by my coworkers.
Karen and I had only been married a few years ago, after we met in college and fell in love, and we discovered very quickly in our relationship that I loved showing her off. Karen has a beautiful face and a gorgeous "girl next door" body, thin and curvy in all the right places but without looking like a plastic centerfold. Her crowning glory is her breasts, which were a small C-cup and were as perky and full as they had been in college, and were topped by perky pink nipples.
It turns me on to watch other guys stare at her, and Karen has indulged me by wearing tight dresses and low-cut tops. Once during the summer we took a trip to the south of France, and Karen even went to far as to take off her bikini top and sunbathe topless. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife's gorgeous breasts.
But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won't show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we're at a bar or an event where we don't know anyone, she'll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she's too concerned about her reputation to do anything more.
For the holiday party, Karen decided to wear a tight skirt and a wrap-around top. She had worn it to tease guys before, because It looked conservative, but if she bent over or twisted to her side it could open up unpredictably, and if she wasn't wearing a bra you could get a peak at her tits. But tonight she wrapped the top tightly.
I was a little disappointed, but then again these were all my coworkers, so it probably wasn't a smart idea to have them see my wife in a compromising position. So I swallowed it and we headed off to the party.
My boss's house was much bigger than I thought it would be, almost a mansion, and when we arrived there we were ushered past a large foyer and several big rooms before reaching the party room. It was large and filled with lots of people, many of them my work colleagues and their spouses. Holiday decorations were everywhere, including mistletoe on every doorframe.
Karen and I began to mingle and chat with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely and after a while everyone seemed to be tipsy, and some even a little drunk. A lot of the women were also becoming a little flirty, which I was happy to see. There were many cute wives who were wearing sexy dresses, and I was happy to sit back and ogle them as they wiggled and danced around.
I lost track of Karen for a while, and when we met up again she had clearly been drinking a little.
"Are you having fun?" I asked her.
"I am!" she said. "But some of your coworkers are a little aggressive, sweetie."
"How so?" I asked.
"Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I've had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!"
That wasn't surprising. I knew Brad had the hots for Karen ever since he had met her.
"Did you let him?" I asked.
"Well," she hesitated. "Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don't mind, do you, honey? It's just a little kiss, it didn't mean anything. He's just being a flirt."
I smiled. "I don't mind, it's okay," I said.
She grinned. "Come find me later, I'll make it up to you," and left.
I spent the next forty-five minutes wandering around. To be honest, I wasn't that mad at Karen because I was being a little aggressive myself. One of my coworkers at the party, Christine, was an especially cute pixie-looking girl, with a short blonde hairstyle and a lean dancer's body. I had managed to get her under one of the mistletoe and kissed her. She didn't resist and even brushed her hand across my groin before she giggled and stumbled off. Another girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble-butt, so I helped myself a couple of times too.
When I saw Karen walk up to me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much more loosely than it had been at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was much more exposed, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. It looked like if she moved too much she would expose a lot more.
Karen saw where I was looking and whispered in my ear, "I'm showing off for you!"
"Have you been getting into trouble?" I said.
"Only a little," she said. "I know these are your coworkers, so I'm not being too naughty. But some of the guys were definitely trying to get a peek at my boobies. That friend of yours, Tom, wasn't even hiding it! He was staring so hard I felt sorry for him and bent over so he could see more. I may have shown too much, I think he got to see my whole breast!"
That made me smile a little. Tom was the uptight guy in our department, so knowing how desperate he was to see my wife's tits was amusing. I assured Karen that I didn't mind a little flashing and that it probably made Tom's night. We soon parted again and I spent some more time flirting with other girls and chatting about work with some guys in my department and my boss.