Finale

I apologize for the long delay in writing. Life has a way of consuming free time. I hope it was worth the wait.

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Chapter 13

Sandy and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for just the right thing to wear for the party. I picked up a slinky black cocktail dress that hugged my curves perfectly. It had a halter-style top the buckled behind the head, with a plunging neckline that came down nearly to my navel. It exposed an obscene amount of cleavage and left the back completely bare down to my ass. Sandy said you could see the little dimples of my lower back and when I moved just right, you could make out the top of the crack of my ass.

Perfect.

I had to go without a bra, but for the sake of modesty, I put double-sided tape inside the edge of the cups to prevent any Janet Jackson clothing malfunction. I also went without panties, as every pair I tried showed too much in the low-cut back of the dress. However, I did wear a sexy pair of black lace, thigh-high stockings and a new pair of black "come-fuck-me" heels.

We had not heard back from the boys. At first, I was afraid our last message with the video clip had taken things too far. However, when I was trying on the winning dress, I received a text from Greg that said, "I love you so much. Enjoy your hall pass tonight. Just come back to me tomorrow and back to reality."

I was smiling brightly, staring at my phone and Sandy became curious. "More messages? What now?"

"Nothing like that," I replied, handing her the phone so she could read the message herself.

"Awww," she began, sounding jealous, "you get all the good messages."

I was admiring my reflection in the mirror. "I think this is the dress I want. What do you think?"

"I'm pissed," she replied, with a slight chuckle. "I wish I had found that dress! It's so fucking hot. Greg should see you in it."

"Oh, can you take a pic and send it to him for me?" I asked as I struck a sexy pose.

Sandy took a few pictures and sent them to the boys with a note that said "Hall Pass Bait."

Sandy should not have been jealous. The dress she had found was every bit as sexy as mine. Her dress was a deep crimson, perfect for the Christmas holiday, I mean end-of-the-year, party. It was strapless and had a built-in bustier that lifted and accentuated her breasts, with a bodice of sheer black lace. Depending on the light and the angle, her nipples went from mostly concealed to highly visible. The dress had a slit that ran all the way up to her hip. Like me, she chose to go without panties or a bra, but she didn't wear any stockings. To finish it off, she selected a red and black pair of stiletto heels that screamed "hooker."

I sent our husbands a few sexy pictures of Sandy in her red dress with a title "The Lady in Red."

We didn't get a response to any of the pictures. I figured the guys were busy hunting or fishing or maybe fucking and hadn't seen them yet. We got so caught up in what we were doing, that we both forgot to check our messages until much later.

We returned to our room and showered, did our hair and makeup, then slid into our sexy dresses. I can't tell you how erotic it is to get dressed up like that. I think men see dressing up as an unwanted necessity, kind of like foreplay. Women, however, view it altogether differently. It is something very stimulating, provocative and just downright feminine.

I was already feeling aroused when I slid the stockings on. As I pulled the dress down and in place, smoothing it over my breasts, my abdomen, and my hips, I was horny. Really horny. I think everything that had happened so far that weekend, plus the anticipation of what might happen that night was combining with the sexy clothes to cause nuclear fission to occur between my legs. I had to take some toilet paper and reach inside my dress to wipe up the moisture running down my inner thighs.

Sandy came in the bathroom carrying two glasses of champagne. She looked stunning. After having had sex with her, I saw her in a new light. I stared lustfully at her, and before I could stop myself, I was kissing her. She didn't resist and melted into me. After several long moments, I pulled away and smiled at her. "Well, if we don't use the hall passes, we can always just come back and make love all night."

She giggled and pinched one of my nipples. "Honey, if we can't get laid looking this good, we must be at a gay convention."

We finished our champagne, put the finishing touches on our makeup, then headed out of our room. I put my keycard into a little black clutch, along with my lipstick, some wet wipes and a string of packaged condoms. When Sandy saw them, she laughed. "I don't know which is funnier," she explained, "that you expect to get fucked that many times tonight or that you are considering using condoms when you haven't so far this weekend."

"You're a slut," I chimed in.

"Me?" she responded, feigning insult, "I'm not the one with an entire pack of Trojans in my purse. I'm a good girl. I don't have any."

"Ha!" I fired back. "That just means you're planning on going bareback."

The elevator doors opened. There were several people inside, some I recognized from work. We stepped in, silently. As the car resumed its descent, I glanced at Sandy, and she mouthed "slut" at me. We started giggling and couldn't stop for the rest of the ride down to the lobby.

Chapter 14

"I can't do this anymore," Greg said, sounding depressed. "I can't stand it. What the fuck were we thinking?"

Dan stared at the pictures of his wife dressed to go out and get fucked. "Yeah, I am with you. What the fuck were you thinking?"

Greg caught the way Dan stressed the word "you." "Hey, don't give me a guilt trip. You were in on this bullshit too."

Dan shook his head, "This was your idea, bro. I only went along after you and Angie started it and got my wife involved. Don't try to feel better by sharing the responsibility with me. This is all on you."

Greg was growing angrier. "You could have said to stop at any time. You were enjoying it just as much as I was."

"Look, Greg," Dan countered, "this bullshit is probably going to cost us both our marriages. What the fuck, I love Sandy. I don't want to lose her. But, Jesus Christ, if she's turned into some kind of fucking whore because of your game. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"How the fuck do you think I feel? You saw how Angie reacted to the Spanish dude fucking her! She never fucking acted like that with me. She's never going to want our old vanilla sex again now that she's been such a slut."

"Yeah, he gave it to her good," Dan said, nodding.

"That's not helping, Dan!" Greg nearly shouted. "You got no room for confidence either. I seem to recall your wife in the background being fucked for all she's worth, too."

"Shut up, Greg. Shut up before I fucking make you shut up."

"I fucking wish you'd try, dude. I'd beat your ass three ways to Sunday."

"Yeah? You fucking think so? Came at me, bro!" Dan stepped into Greg's personal space. His face was red, and the veins in his neck were bulging.

"You guys are pathetic," came an amused female voice.

Both men turned and stared at Trina, the naked hooker lying on the bed, with a mixture of both men's cum covering her body and filling her holes.

"What?" Dan asked, turning his anger toward the whore. "What the fuck do you mean, pathetic?"

She climbed off the bed and started getting dressed, not even bothering to clean the half-dried cum from her tits. "Pathetic, you know what it means. That's what you both are. You just spent the past three hours fucking me in every way possible, and you're worried that your wives are doing the same thing without you! That's pathetic."

The two men stepped apart. Greg spoke first. "I love my wife."

Trina laughed.

"You have a weird way of showing it. You guys sneak off twice a year to come up here and get laid and have been doing it for as long as I've known you. You never seem to have any remorse or concern about how that would make your wives feel. But, now that they're giving you tit for tat, you suddenly act like little boys with hurt feelings."

She pulled her yoga pants up and straightened her t-shirt over her massive tits. "Why don't you guys grow a pair. If you love your wives so much, why are you here fucking me and why did you agree to give them a Hall Pass. You should act like men and go fucking claim your women back before you lose them to someone who knows how to treat them."

The two men stared at each other. It was as if they spoke through some form of ESP. They both immediately knew what they needed to do.

"You grab all our shit from the rooms," Greg said as he threw on his clothes, "I'll go get the SUV."

"Right, I'll meet you downstairs," Dan said as he started punching buttons on his phone. "I'll change the flight."

Chapter 15

Sandy and I followed the couple from the elevator through the hotel, past the lobby and down a side hallway lined with ballrooms. I noticed several signs bearing our company logo on several of the rooms we passed. The sound of music hit us before we made it halfway down the hall. At the very end, some tables had been arranged to form a reception desk. Two people were behind the counter, a man, and a woman. I recognized them both.

The man was Nathan Gabriel, the Director of Human Resources. He was a tall, athletic-looking black man of about forty-five years of age. The woman was Connie Silvers, who worked in HR for Nathan. She was the person who had sent out the notice that the party was "no spoused allowed."

"Hi Angie," Connie effused, "You look amazing tonight. That's an amazing dress." Her eyes locked on Angie's barely covered breasts. Connie was blushing. "Really, really, amazing."

"Thanks," I replied, feeling awkward. Nathan was staring back and forth between Sandy and I, with his mouth practically hanging open.

"If you ladies want to compete for the best-dressed, you would most likely tie," he said, pouring it on a bit thick.

Connie seemed to notice Sandy and shifted her attention to her. "Oh and hey there Sandy. Wow. I don't know who looks hotter. You have to tell me where you got those dresses. I'm sorry your husbands are not here to see how gorgeous you both look."

"Oh, we wouldn't dress like this if they were here," Sandy said, being naughty. "It's way more fun knowing they're not around to cramp our style and ruin our fun."

Connie only stared, blankly. Nathan, on the contrary, perked up. "Well, I hope you both have a lot of fun tonight. Please be sure to save a dance for me."

"Well," I said as I pulled Sandy away, "you'll have to come to find us." I had not intended for it to come out sounding so inviting but immediately realized there was a bit of double entendre in what I had said.

We stepped inside the ballroom and stared around, a bit like tourists in Times Square. The room was full of people and beautifully decorated. Loud music was coming from a live DJ on the far side of the room. The bass thumped heavily, almost erotically. There was a dance floor next to the DJ stand, and only two people were making use of it. I wasn't surprised as It was early. Hopefully, more people would take an interest before long.

My priority was to get us something to drink and then to sample the exquisite buffet. We made our way over to the nearest makeshift bar. I ordered two Cosmopolitans then jokingly asked Sandy what she wanted to drink.

"I'll have the same thing," she told the bartender, who only grinned, nodded and proceeded to make us four rather stout cocktails. We downed the first one like an enormous shot, leaving the empty martini glasses on the bar before we walked away. The second one we sipped slower, in a much more lady-like manner.

We wandered the buffet and collected a little bit of food here and a little bit there. The theme was multi-cultural, so the food was from a wide variety of ethnicities. It all looked incredible and filled the room with an exotic mix of scents and flavors.

After filling our plates, Sandy and I found an unoccupied table and sat down next to each other to eat, and people watch. We saw some of the middle-aged office ladies huddled together in a clutch over by the prime rib station. They were no doubt gossiping. Occasionally they would look in our direction and then whisper conspiratorially, with disapproving looks on their faces.

We noticed there were not that many men at the party. I was hoping it was just a temporary thing. I was about to mention it to Sandy when I heard a familiar voice call out.

Chapter 16

"We're not going to make it," Greg said for the hundredth time since they left Rock, Michigan on the drive down to Green Bay, Wisconsin.

"The 5:20 flight gets us into DFW about 10:30," Dan explained the plan again. "The hotel is in Grapevine which is like five minutes from the airport. We can get there by 11:00. The party has to be going on until at least midnight. If we're lucky, we can get there before they do anything."

"Unless they leave the party before it's over to go get fucked!" Greg exclaimed. He pushed the accelerator harder into the floor of the rental. "But, I meant we're not going to make it to the airport on time. We are still forty-five minutes away. We have to drop off this rental, get to the terminal, check in, drop off our bags and get to the gate. It's already four o'clock!"

"Just concentrate on driving," Dan argued back, "I'll get us pre-checked in. As far as I'm concerned, we can leave the suitcases and take the carry-on. There's nothing in my bag I can't replace."

"Right, I still don't think we can make it. Did you try calling the girls again?"

"Yeah, they're still not answering. It goes right to voicemail now. I've left ten messages, Greg."

"Fuck!" shouted Greg.

Chapter 17

"Angie, holy shit!"

It was Dale Murray, my boss. I looked up and couldn't help but notice he was staring at my tits. I felt my nipples perk to life immediately. I also blushed bright red. I've always harbored a secret crush on my handsome boss.

"Oh, hi Dale," I managed to blurt out, without spitting out any Tandoori.

"Your husband must be a brave man to let you out of the house dressed like that," he said abruptly. I think he meant it as a compliment. I wanted to put my arms across my breasts to hide how exposed I was. I could feel his eyes burning against the uncovered parts of my breasts.

"You look ravishing," he continued, "Greg isn't afraid someone might try to get you drunk and take advantage of you?"

"I don't know," I said smiling, "Greg's in Michigan on his annual ice fishing trip."

His smile broadened, "Oh, I see. I didn't know you could ice fish in Michigan this early."

"I guess you can," I stated, "they do it every year around this time."

"Well, I guess he wasn't bothered by the no spouses allowed policy this year?"

"Not at all," I replied, "he hates these kinds of events anyway. Sandy and I decided to make a weekend of it while our husbands are too busy to appreciate us. You know Sandy, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," he replied, smiling at Sandy, "I met you a few times. I remember you were working on a big project with Tony Castellucci if I recall correctly. You're looking beautiful tonight Sandy."

Sandy had been smiling up to the point Dale mentioned Tony's name. "Thanks," she responded coldly. Dale was staring at Sandy's large, lifted breasts.

"Tony and I play racquetball frequently," he explained, eyes locked on her nearly naked nipples. "He had a lot of complimentary things to say about you."

Sandy seemed to flush. "I can only imagine," she replied.

"He was highly flattering," Dale added. I think he sensed the tension and tried to smooth it over somewhat. "It's a shame that Tony is such a prick."

Sandy snorted her Cosmopolitan as she laughed a little too loudly at Dale's remark. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "that's an understatement."

I tried to redirect the conversation. "So, Sandy and I have a suite here at the hotel. That way we can let handsome men buy us drinks all night while they try to take advantage of us, then sneak off to our room before we lose control and our dresses."

"Well, hell," he said looking around. "Let me get you a couple of refills. Cosmopolitans?"

"Yes, but we want to switch to something a little stronger," I said leaning forward and letting my breasts pull at the double-sided tape. Dale's eyes widened.

"How about a Long Island Ice Tea?" he asked, eyes riveted to my tits.

"That would be perfect," I said with a warm smile. Dale nodded and excused himself, heading to the closest bartender.

"You're not going to fuck your boss, are you? That's playing with fire!" Sandy asked, half-laughing, half-scolding.

I shook my head, making a sour face. "Of course not, but there's nothing wrong with flirting. Do you think Tony told him that he fucked you?"

She twisted her mouth and rolled her eyes, "Ya think?"

I picked at my plate. The Chinese food was passable. The Thai was too spicy for me. The Korean reeked of garlic, and I didn't want to have a severe case of halitosis, so I avoided that. I mostly ate a salad and some of the prime rib. Dale arrived back in record time, with a Long Island for both Sandy and me. He also brought another man with him. It was Nathan from the reception desk.

As they joined us, Nathan sat next to Sandy and engaged her in a private conversation. Dale sat next to me and leaned close to whisper, "Nathan was jealous I was getting to entertain the two of you and insisted on joining me."

I giggled and sipped on the cocktail. I had met Dale's wife Allison a few times at social events. I assumed they were staying at the hotel for the night as they lived about an hour's drive from the venue. "So, what's Allison doing to keep busy tonight while you're out here getting me drunk? She's likely to run up the pay-per-view charges on the room?"

He smiled again. He had a sexy smile. It implied something dangerous, something erotic. I felt a stirring as our eyes met. "Oh, Allison's not here. She took the kids to her mother's for the weekend. I have the room all to myself tonight."

"And do you plan to use that to your advantage?" I asked, playfully, pressing my leg against his.

"Well, something like that," he said, sounding vague and somewhat mysterious. "The night is young, and you never know what might happen."

I felt his hand on my thigh, and I turned to face him, letting him see my breasts more clearly. I had removed the double-sided tape while he went to the bar and the fabric pulled away enough to give him an obvious view of my tits.

"Well, maybe this whole no spouses allowed policy isn't such a bad idea after all," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Nathan chuckled then added, "Yeah, I'm starting to see some distinct benefits."

The flirting continued for a while, but never got too aggressive. When we finished our cocktails, Dale invited me to dance. I readily accepted. Sandy and Nathan came with us, and the four of us made the total number of dancers a whopping six people. However, I guess our arrival on the dancefloor broke the ice because within minutes it was full of people dancing, laughing and having a wonderful time.

I danced with Dale for several songs, then much to my surprise, Nathan suggested we mix things up and swap. Sandy and I giggled at his choice of words but turned to our new dance partners just as a slow song started. Nathan pulled me close to him, and I didn't resist. As I pressed my body against him, I could feel a significant, rigid bump against my crotch. I stared into his eyes, blushing profusely. He didn't pull back. He just grinned and pressed even harder against me.

When the song ended, a fast one started. I excused myself and told the guys that I had to visit the little girl's room. I pulled Sandy with me, "Come along, sister," I said, giggling.