A few weeks after Stella had invited Sean for a meal and had introduced me finally as her husband, Sean approached Stella once again to ask a favour.
His boss had invited him and Kerry to dine with him and his wife on the following Saturday evening, but Kerry had previously booked tickets for a concert with Bruce, her lover, and as tickets were like gold she was reluctant to have to miss the occasion. Unfortunately his boss knew Kerry slightly, and so he (Sean) would be unable to pass Stella off as his wife. However, he was willing to ask his boss if Stella (a good friend of his) might be his companion instead. That is, if Stella was willing.
Of course she was!
The attraction of another night out with Sean appealed to her, as was the probability of 'nookie' (or more, she hoped) on the way home again.
So, when Sean appeared the next day for his private dancing lesson he was thrilled to be able to tell her that his boss fully understood that Kerry was previously engaged (although he did not know the full story, as Sean had told him that Kerry was going to the concert with "a friend"). He sent the message, too, that he and his wife were looking forward to meeting Stella, whom Sean had told him was his cousin.
At the dance lesson, though, Stella told me that there was little opportunity for hank-panky with Sean, as first and foremost he had to have the lesson, and that was seriously so, but that when the lesson finished and they were having a quick kiss and fumble, the next client arrived and they hurriedly had to appear natural.
She did, though (she told me) grab a swift kiss and fondle of his cock whilst the next client was changing his shoes in the cloakroom.
Anyway, Saturday arrived. As usual I had given Stella her usual shave, and had watched her dress for the occasion.
Knowing that she was going out with Sean, though, I was not surprised when she decided that all she would be wearing would be her black designer dinner-dress, a pair of black nylon fishnet self-supporting stockings, and her tallest stilettos. No bra (she dare not have worn one under that dress – it was backless to the waist at the rear and plunged to the waist in front, held up by just a halter at the neck and an eighteen inch zip from the waist down behind.), and likewise no knickers. But she was going to be with Sean, wasn't she?
She did condescend to put on a fur wrap to walk to his car with, but otherwise those five items were her entire outfit.
Sean arrived right on the time he had given us, and I noticed that he was dressed in a dinner jacket and black tie. So it really was an occasion as he had said.
He was quite blasé about the way he kissed her as she went to meet him, unconcerned that I, whom he now knew to be her husband, could see how their lips met and his hand immediately cupped one breast meeting no sign of resistance or even reluctance from Stella as he did so.
She then swung herself into the car, the length of her dress meaning that she had to raise it somewhat to do so, but not enough to reveal even the tops of these sexy stockings.
I waved them goodbye, and then went indoors to pass the time until her home-coming by watching TV and playing on the computer.
It was actually in the early hours that they returned, but it may be better, now, if Stella herself took up the story:-
Stella's story
Apart from the kiss which Nigel had already seen Sean was respectability itself all the way to our destination.
He did give me another kiss as we left the car close to the house at the end of the long drive and we were waiting for the door to be answered.
A man opened the door and I vaguely recognised him from when I had been Sean's partner at his Company Ball, and he seemed to recognise me.
"We have me before, have we not?" he asked me, whereupon I replied that it was at the Company Ball, to which his face showed that he had remembered. "Of course," he said. "I ought to have remembered – I always try to remember pretty faces, and I watched you a number of times, especially by the way you were dancing."
I stopped myself just in time from saying that I was Sean's dancing teacher, remembering that I was supposed to be his cousin!
Sean introduced me to his boss, although he used the words "My Company Chairman" instead. It was his boss, though, in fact, who said, "Call me Richard, please. And maybe after tonight you will be able to call me that in the office, as well. I'll explain later."
With that he led us inside where he introduced his wife, Helen, a striking woman who, although no exactly pretty, was attractive in a more mature sort of way. Like me, she was dressed in an evening gown, and Richard, too, was in dinner jacket.
Her gown, though, had never seen a store. It was obvious that it was designed by a couturier or similar. It covered most of her in front, but when she turned I could see that, like mine, it was completely backless and could not have been worn with a bra.
For a few minutes we all four stood, sipping sherry, as Richard explained that this was a special occasion inasmuch as Helen, his wife, was also a director of the company, and he needed her second opinion due to the fact that he had Sean in mind for promotion.
"If Helen is in agreement, she will say so at the end of the evening, and that is a promise – she never flinches from being forthright whatever the outcome," said Richard.
"So, Sean my lad, best behaviour tonight, what?" he continued with a chuckle, but to which Helen added, "But that depends on what I call best behaviour, and that does not mean sucking up to Richard or me. It means being your normal self, and should I suspect that you are trying to impress me then I tell you now – you will fail! Remember, then, both of you – your normal selves!"
"Right, then," said Richard. "Shall we eat?"
He led the way into the Dining Room, taking my arm to do so, and Sean followed with Helen. As we sat down a waitress appeared and served the soup, but as soon as she had left us Richard explained that actually he had hired a firm of caterers for this meal so as to be able to leave Helen free of any chores.
