I watched her regularly throughout the evening. Once, while I was staring at her, she slowly turned and looked directly at me, a smile on her lips. Another time, when I saw her, she was gazing at me with the same sensual smile.
She looking especially lovely in a shimmering black sleeveless cocktail dress with a sexy low cut V-neckline and mini hemline. Her legs were elegantly elongated by a black flirtatious pair of hot patent leather open-toe 6" spike stiletto heels. She was hot and looked ready for a night of fun with her wavy shoulder length red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a voluptuous figure that a man would die for.
My name is Jerry, and my wife Carol and I were attending an impromptu get together hosted by the management team of the law firm Carol worked for. The party was held at the La Jolla Country Club and Golf Course, and was a celebration of a new major European multinational conglomerate that Carol had been instrumental in signing as a new client for the firm.
The beautiful woman I talked about is Debra Elisabeth Johnson, Jim's wife, he was Carol's new Department Head, and came from the firm's home office out of Dallas. I had met Jim briefly once before at the firms Christmas party last month. But this was the first time I had the opportunity to speak to Debra alone.
The evening was winding down at the clubhouse, and my wife Carol was talking to a few of her associates, Jim included, when I decided to excuse myself for a little fresh air. I grabbed a Vodka Martini from the open-bar and walked out to better see the spectacular views of the Pacific when I felt a presence move up beside me. I turned, expecting to see Carol, but instead it was Debra, and she was also looking out over the sunset over the Pacific Ocean.
She turned to me and said, "Hi, I'm Debra, Jim's wife."
I looked at her and said, "Hi, I'm Jerry and I'm married to Carol. Smiling into her eye I said, "And you've got to be one of the prettiest women here tonight."
She giggled gently and said, "Why thank you, what a nice thing to say."
I felt like a 16 year old in his first conversation with a female. We started talking about the usual get to know you things. Where had they come from, was she finished getting settled, how was she enjoying San Diego, mundane things like that. When I was surprised by Jim walking out to the patio.
"Aren't you Carol's husband?" Jim said, as he reached out to shake my hand. "Lovely wife you have, is she always so business orientated?"
I laughed, and replied, "Just get her to have a few more drinks, and then she fine."
"Will I will have to make a note of that," He smiled, then said to Debra, "It's time to go home, I have an early morning tomorrow you know."
"Well it was nice talking to you Jerry, I hope we can talk again soon." She said as her husband started to escort her away.
I felt an empty pit in my stomach as I watch the two of them leaving. They looked like the ideal couple, even though Jim was slightly bald and a few pounds overweight.
A few minutes later Carol came and got me and we headed home. She was all excited about the firm's new client, the party, and what an opportunity it was for her to impress her boss. When we got home we went straight to bed and made love with a passion we hadn't had in quite awhile.
I'm sure Carol thought it was the champagne and Martinis, but I have to tell you, I had visions of Debra in my arms and it made me wild. But I have no idea what got into my wife as she was a tiger in bed, and even gave me a blowjob, which she hadn't done for me in years.
About a month later, I was in the kitchen after work, thinking about what to do for dinner. Carol and Jim had left that morning for a two-week trip to see the new client in Italy with a one-day stopover in Dallas. It seemed that the Dallas headquarters wanted to brief them before departing over-seas and also wanted to treat them to a night on the town.
Anyway, it was about 5 PM the day my wife left on her business trip when the phone rang and when I said hello, the person calling said, "Hi Jerry, it's Debra, how are you tonight?"
It took a while for it to register that it was Jim's wife calling me. I stammered "Fine, how about you." Somewhat concerned that maybe something was wrong.
She said, "I'm fine but I have a little problem, I made Lasagna today and I hate the thought of eating it alone, will you come share it with me?
I told her I would be glad to and that I would see her in an hour. She quickly gave me the address and I rushed upstairs to take a shower and change. It couldn't have been much more than an hour later I was ringing her doorbell, bottle of Chianti in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.
When she opened the door, I just stared. She was wearing a low cut backless super soft polyester knit halter-top-jumpsuit in a colorful butterfly print that zipped up the front that fit her body like a glove, high lighting her curves and exposing just the right amount of cleavage. Her red hair was up in a ponytail which left her neck looking like it needed to be kissed.
I smile brightly at her, handed her the flowers, told her how great she looked, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek while taking the opportunity to glance down her full cleavage. She smiled back, thanked me for the flowers and invited me in.
As she led me into the living room, she told me to make myself a drink, martinis were already prepared. Which were located on a small bar adjacent to the double glass sliding door that led to their pool and garden area.
"I believe you were drinking martinis that last time I saw you, so I made us some, but I have other drinks too, just help yourself to the bar. I am going to put the flowers in some water and will be right back." Debra said as I heard her bare black stocking feet go pitter-patter across the wooden floor, and then she disappeared into the kitchen.
I was sitting on the couch next to a large cushy leather armchair which was strategically aligned with a large screen TV that hung in a large dark wooden entertainment center. Across from the couch was a small alcove under the stairway which housed a computer station and what appeared to be a security monitor divided into four equal displays of the front and backyard areas along with another large flat screen computer monitor. This was a nice home, and it didn't seem that security would be an issue in this elegant neighborhood.
When Debra came back, she had a martini in each hand. "Oh I see you already have a drink, well that's alright you need to catch up as I've already had a few drinks before you got here." She said, and handed me a second Martini.
She sat next to me on the couch and asked me. "Are you hungry, and would you like to eat now?"
