It rained so hard on the Saturday of the Christmas Party, I was unable to play my usual round of golf; so stayed at home all day idly watching porn on the internet; while my wife was at work.
Amber arrived home at six in a very excited mood, so I poured us each a large glass of wine before we got dressed for the evening ahead.
I don't believe I've ever been as nervous as when I took my Dorothy outfit from the wardrobe while my wife was in the shower. When she came back into the bedroom I was already wearing the dress and pinafore and was pulling on a stocking.
"I don't know about this." I sighed, as nerves kicked in, "I really don't."
"Don't be silly...you look very sexy...remember the effect it had on me the other night?" Then winked and purred. I blushed and pulled up the second stocking and hooked it onto the suspender with ease.
"Here." She grinned., "let me put some make up on for you." The next I knew I was sitting on the bed as my young wife began brushing in some powder onto my cheeks then some eye-liner and lipstick as her thin dressing gown gaped open leaving her tits on show; but I knew better than to start fondling them as time was of the essence.
Satisfied with my new 'look' I was despatched downstairs as she got dressed as Snow White.
Twenty minutes later she made her appearance and she took my breath away as she looked even sexier than the week previously, as she had manipulated the cleavage to show even more boob, plus her stocking tops where actually on show; whereas mine would only be seen if I bent over.
Another glass of wine later our taxi arrived and we were whisked to the city centre hotel. As we got out, we had to walk a hundred yards or so across a car park and I could hear guys laughing at me; and wolf-whistling my wife.
Once in the bar; the laughter was a lot more good humoured as I met with my old colleagues and Ambers newer friends, including Her boss, the Pakistani Yash who was dressed as a Devil complete with little red horns stuck to his bald head and wearing a bright red silk suit with a matching red shirt and tie; rounded off with a spiked tail attached to the back of his trousers.
When dinner was announced Amber and her 'team' were on a different table to me and the Accounts department; but I did notice she sat next to Yash, who was the life and soul of the party, meaning loud laughter came from their end of the room all evening, while we were a bit more restrained.
The party was wonderful; especially as I quickly got into 'character' flouncing around the room like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. A lot of drink was drunk and I couldn't help but notice how wild my wife was on the dance-floor, making sure her boobs wobbled and her short skirt flew in the air at every opportunity. At one stage Yash was behind her simulating doggy sex and pretending to spank her arse as another guy, dressed as a Fireman pulled her head down to his groin. It only lasted a few seconds; but everyone around them saw it and cheered.
I was a few yards away and felt my already twitching cock slightly stiffen.
Soon afterwards I had to go to the toilet to pee; and as I stood at the urinal with my dress pulled up to my stomach two young lads from the warehouse, dressed as Fred and Barney from the Flintstones came in and started laughing at me.
"Are you sure you are in the right toilet sweetie." The shorter one laughed and slapped my arse making my piss spray a bit.
"Fucking Hell!" The tall one grunted, "Do you call that a cock?" As he grabbed my dress and pinned me against the wall, with my knickers around my knees and tiny dick poking straight out. "This is a fucking cock!"
He then waggled his long thick dick , before grabbing my wrist, "Here; you can feel what a real cock feels like." Then placed my hand on it. I probably left it there a second or two too long; as his friend moved between us and placed my other hand on his. I eventually recoiled when I felt them twitch and start to swell, so pushed them away and ran, flustered back into the ballroom, very aware that my cock was getting stiffer by the second.
I saw Amber was now sitting at their table so I joined them, sitting opposite her.
"What's wrong?" Yash asked as Amber sipped a long vodka and coke. "You look a bit flushed."
"Nothing." I shook my head, "nothing...just...a couple of guys were messing about in the toilet." I realised a I was blushing from top to toe.
"Well, darling,,,that's hardly surprising when you look as sexy as you do tonight!" I had to do a double take and saw him blow me a kiss; while he had his arm draped around my wife's shoulder and was casually stroking her boob. "What do you think Amber Darling?"
"He's a fucking hottie alright; isn't he?" She slurred then cackled as she rested her chest on the big Pakistani's chest.
Not caring that there were four other people sitting next to them, and staring me straight in the eyes Yash slipped his hand inside her bra and gave her boob a tweak.
"Time to go home, methinks." He smirked as he removed his hand and raised his freshly plucked eyebrows.
"Be a good girl and get us a taxi." He blew another kiss and waved me away.
Strangely, I complied and went to the front desk, who organised it to arrive in ten minutes.
We all said our 'good nights' and before I knew what was happening Yash and my wife were getting into the back seat leaving me to sit in the front. The journey only took about twenty minutes and I stared straight forward the whole journey as the two in the back giggled and laughed with Amber noisily whispering "Stop it!" and "Not here." several times, but laughing all the time as the driver kept looking in his rear view mirror and smiling.
When we arrived at our home, Amber and Yash stumbled up the path with the 'Brown Devil' lifting the back of her dress exposing her sexy knickers and stocking tops, as I was left to pay, taking the money from my wicker basket.
As I handed over the cash, the driver smirked and said, "It's not for me to judge but I think you are in the spare bed tonight!"
Once inside Amber shouted, "Who wants another drink?" Then without waiting for a reply went into the living room and found a bottle of my finest whisky.
"I need a pee." I said to no one in particular.
As I sat on the toilet with my knickers around my ankles I tried to make sense of the situation. To some degree I'd been expecting, or at least hoping for a repeat of the sex a few nights previously; but her gay boss was here and...well, he'd been 'touching her' which was really confusing.
"What the Hell?" I gasped when I walked back into the living room I was even more baffled. As Amber was pouring my best whisky into the three glasses and Yash was behind her groping her tits, and she was letting him.
Amber suddenly stood up; but he kept his hands on her tits, squashing them and shaking them. "Oh darling." He looked at me and grinned as he slid a hand inside her top; "You did realise the party was going to continue?"
My wife had a look of lust on her face but kept her eyes closed.
