Adriana suggested I shower first since she'd probably take a little longer in the bathroom than I would. After I toweled off, shaved and brushed my teeth, Adriana had laid my clothes for the evening out on the bed. The shirt was a dark lavender, striped lavender tie, and black dress pants. They were nice, but not exactly the colors I would have picked. I laughed, looking at the bright shirt and told her, "I guess you want to be able to pick me out of the crowd in case you misplace me, huh?" She just laughed along with me and told me to get dressed, closing the bathroom door behind her.
I dressed, then checked myself out in the mirror. I hate wearing a tie and don't even know how to tie one. At least this was one of those with a clip so I grudgingly put it on. I had to admit I didn't look half bad, still like a nerd, but at least a well-dressed nerd.
I turned on the television for something to keep myself occupied and lay down on the bed to wait for Adriana. It was still over an hour until the dinner was supposed to start, so I presumed I'd have a fairly long wait. I wasn't wrong in that assumption. It was forty-five minutes later when I heard the bathroom door open. I had closed my eyes and was almost dozing off when the door opening brought me back to the living.
Adriana stepped out and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was gorgeous! I think more so than I'd ever seen her, probably since our wedding night. She had on a slinky, light lavender, wrap-around dress that came just above her knees. The hemline had a V-jog in the middle where the wraps came together, extending another six inches or so higher in the center. It had thin, spaghetti straps over her shoulders and a single bow-knot on one side holding it in place. Adriana's boobs had grown quite a lot after having two kids and filled out her dress beautifully. It was cut low enough to show a small amount of cleavage and a hint of her frilly, lavender bra. She wore matching shoes with about a four-inch heel, and transparent but slightly lavender stockings extending up under her dress. I was envisioning her panties and asked her, "What kind of panties are you wearing?"
She giggled and simply told me, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you." The way she said that made me groan in anticipation of the long night ahead of us before I'd get to find out. Then she went on, obviously to tease me a little, "You can feel my stockings, though, if you want."
Did I want! I snuggled up to her and ran my hand up and down the back of her leg feeling the silky smoothness of her stockings. When I started to push the hem of her dress up a little, hoping maybe to find out about what kind of panties she was wearing, she pushed my hand away, torturing me with, "That's all. You'll have to wait until afterward to get your hand any higher."
Her hair is a beautiful black, hanging about halfway down her back, but that night she had it up in a bun on the back of her head with a pretty, feminine flower on one side. The way she had it done up showed off her long, slender neck, giving her an even sexier appeal.
Overall, she was just about the perfect combination of gorgeous and sexy, especially with her makeup and matching lip color. Her final touch that added so much, were her silver, dangling earrings and necklace with matching hearts. She literally took my breath away. When I was finally able to speak again, I told her, "You're so...so beautiful!"
She smiled at me and replied, "Well, you're my husband. You have to say that," knowing very well that it was probably the understatement of the century. Then she looked at me and told me, "You don't look half bad either. I'll probably have to fight off the ladies who want to seduce you and take you home with them."
I laughed and told her, "There's only one lady who I want to seduce me and take me home with her." I was about ninety-nine percent certain that my Adriana would be, by far, the most gorgeous creature in the building! I was more than eager to pull the ends of that knot and unwrap that dress off of her to find out what was hidden underneath. I told her, "The real danger will be all the men who want to steal you away from me!"
She did a little wiggle, showing me that where that 'V' was in the front, that with just the right movements, the wrap-around would separate and show her thigh, just hinting at the lace at the top of her stockings. It made me want to skip the dinner all the more and unwrap her right then and there!
"Mmm," she told me, "sounds like fun."
I was loving how flirtatious and fun she was still being. Adriana did enjoy flirting a little, especially when she got some guy to flirt back. I enjoyed her flirting as well, thinking that their fantasy was my reality. She never went beyond just enough to draw some good-looking guy's attention, but afterward, she was always horny as hell. That's what I was looking forward to that night after the dinner.
I'd already come to the conclusion that the dinner wouldn't be so bad after all since I could look forward to what was bound to come 'after'. I knew that if I kept that in mind I could tolerate most anything! This would be the first time in a very long time that we'd had two nights alone with no kids for a little over six years since Kylie was born. And, with the mood she had been in and still seemed to be, it could be a very, very fun night ahead!
"Shall we go?" she asked me. I was sort of looking forward to sharing the view of my beautiful bride as we walked out of our room to the elevator hand-in-hand. In the elevator by ourselves, before we pushed the lobby floor button, she snuggled up to me and said, "I feel horny and sexy tonight. You better keep an eye on me." Ooh, that's all my already hard cock needed right before stepping out into a crowd of people!
When we walked into the large conference room that had been decorated all around with flowers, ribbons and a large banner reading, "Welcome to the Class of '18", it was filled with what looked to me like hundreds of people. I squeezed Adriana's hand tightly and leaned into her telling her, "Don't you dare abandon me!" I was literally terrified of crowds where I didn't know anyone and knew I'd be expected to be a fluent conversationalist, which I definitely was not.
She led me to the registration table where they had a small packet containing name tags with little magnetic backs. At least they had realized people would be wearing nice clothes that they wouldn't want to poke pin holes in. Adriana's name tag read, "Adriana (Hall) Jeppeson. Mine had my name with Adriana's maiden name underneath it so they'd know who I was with.
