At the company Christmas party, my wife, Louise, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table. Louise and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.
"Don't count on the Nova job," Bernie was saying. "Victor has it locked up."
"Victor." Louise literally spat the word out. "I hate that man."
I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make a racial comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Victor's camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to management. One mistake and any chance I had for the Nova job would be gone.
"Oh, Victor's not so bad," Babs said. "He got Bernie a nice raise last year."
He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Victor's screw up on the Acme job -- a job I should have had, and could have done right.
Bernie smiled at Babs remark. "Robert and Victor are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Nova job will be able to push our software technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion."
That was the problem -- technology. Victor was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn't design, and his code sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn't be any new technology, just a mess.
The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Victor. "Merry Christmas, Bernie," he said as he shook Bernie's hand. "Babs, how nice to see you again." But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.
I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Victor could get away with it. He was a tall black man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them.
But I wasn't fooled, when he bent over Babs' hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage.
"Robert," he said as he extended his hand. "Having a good time, I hope."
I smiled as we shook. "Yeah, good party. I don't think you've met my wife. Louise this is Victor."
That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife's hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.
"A pleasure," he said to Louise then looked over to Babs. "Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs."
After he led her away, Louise leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked."
"He's just trying to get me mad so I'll do something stupid."
She looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor.
Well, I thought, I'd be worried too if Victor had my wife.
A few minutes later Bernie's smile signaled the return of Victor and Babs.
"Robert," Victor said, "I would love a dance with Louise."
"Sure, just remember where you got her."
My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband.
However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Victor kept Louise at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close.
At first Louise resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Louise's favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Victor smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Louise's ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me.
After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Victor watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Louise left it there which encouraged Victor to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Victor put his paw on her breast.
When Louise starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Victor openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me.
I didn't know what to think. It was humiliating, yet my cock was hard as a rock. I couldn't remember ever being so excited.
The only thing that saved us from a major scandal was that Victor seemed to have enough sense to only make his moves on the part of the turns where I was the only one who could see. Nonetheless, I was relieved when the dance ended and they returned to the table. Eventually someone had to notice.
"I'll get the next round," Victor announced as he seated Louise. "What's everyone drinking?"
However, Bernie and Babs excused themselves, saying that it was late and that they had to get the baby-sitter home. So after Victor left to fetch the drinks, Louise and I were left sitting alone.
Louise slipped her hand under the table and felt my crotch. She laughed at finding me hard. "Oh, what's this? Did hubby get a little excited?"
"Damn, Louise," I said. "How do you expect me to compete with a man that's had his hands all over my wife?"
She gave me a quick kiss. "Relax. We've done more than this with your friends. Just think about how much fun you'll have later when you fuck me."
She had me there.
***
It had all started one night when we had my friend Andy over for dinner. After steaks we sat in the den and worked on our second bottle of wine. Louise sat next to Andy on the couch while I relaxed in the recliner. As we were laughing at some of his jokes, I became aware that Louise was sitting unusually close to Andy. She had her legs folded up on the couch and was leaning an arm on his shoulder.
I think she was waiting for me to notice because when I did, she eyed me for a moment then turned and gave Andy a brief kiss on the lips. Andy returned the kiss, but the way his eyes widened, I knew he was as surprised as me.
Louise laughed at our expressions and asked, "Robert, would it be all right if I necked a bit with Andy? Just a bit?"
"Well... yeah... I guess so..." I knew that it wasn't manly to let her neck with Andy, but she always made it a point to greet my friends with a hug and a kiss. I would have felt foolish making a fuss over a few extra kisses.
Actually nothing much happened. Just some open mouth kissing with an occasional flicker of tongue. The most interesting part was the way she kept glancing over at me between kisses. I suppose she enjoyed the kissing, but the excitement seemed to come from doing it front of me.
As for me, I discovered that watching them made my cock hard. And that was significant. I had problem with getting fully erect. Fortunately, Louise was understanding about it and we had worked out a system for love making. Out typical session consisted of using lots of oil so I could slip my half-hard cock into her. It wasn't enough to get either of us off, but we had discovered that she could cum if I went down on her afterwards. And once she was satisfied, she would keep me company while I jacked myself off to a climax.
After Andy left that night, we were both really hot and had great sex. The best part was that I stayed fully erect. We must have fucked for an hour. It did turn out that neither of us could cum from the fucking, but it felt great and we both got off in our usual way afterwards. All-in-all a great night.
So thereafter, necking with my friends became a regular part of our social life -- and a necessary prelude to our sex life. She did it with Leo at his apartment, Mike at a movie, and with all three of them while I drove us to and from Vegas one weekend. We always had great sex afterwards.
At first it was just kissing, but before long she began letting the guys fondle her breasts. And of course, they soon progressed to stripping her to the waist. One night she invited all three of them over to dinner and served it while wearing nothing but thong panties. And just the weekend before the Christmas party, she had let Andy take off her panties and finger fuck her.
***
"Here we go." Victor's return interrupted our conversation. He sat the drinks down and pulled Bernie's chair around so he could sit next to Louise. Immediately one arm went around her, and as he leaned forward to speak to me, he used his free hand to start fondling her breast again. "So Robert, nice wife you have. Like these boobs."
The cheeky bastard. And Louise didn't make it any easier -- under the table, she tightened her hand around my cock. It sent a thrill through me as I stared at his hand. It was cupped around her boob while he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb.
I glanced up to see them both grinning at me, waiting to see what I would do. I had to speak up. "That's my wife you've got your hands on."
"Yes, but we all know you're not going to make a scene. Are you?"
"Well no... But take it easy. Neither of us can afford a scandal."
"You worry too much. Let's have some fun." He leaned Louise forward to unzip her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he sat her back and slipped the dress and bra straps over her shoulder and made her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the material fell to her lap, he pulled her face to his. They kissed while his hand roamed over the bare flesh of her boobs .
Damn. He had my wife half naked in public. But we were okay. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that no one was staring at us. And Louise's body was shielded from view by her coat draped over the back of her chair. But this was dangerous as hell. If anyone bothered to look they would see them kissing. And if anyone came over, we were dead.
"Damn, Victor, you're going to get us fired."
He broke of the kiss to look at me as he thought it over. "Okay," he said. "Let's take her up to my room."
