It was a lovely party. A lot of people showed up. There were enough people where you could get lost in the crowd, but not so many that you felt cramped or overwhelmed. The music and food were great, and the evening went off without anyone turning into a drunken asshole.
We had been together since we were in our late teens, and after years of marriage and kids, she still lit something inside me.
I had spent the afternoon watching her get ready. I loved how the silky robe clung to her curves. It covered a bit too much for my liking, but I would occasionally be blessed with a peak of the curve of a breast or thigh as she went about her business.
I should have been getting myself ready, but watching her was mesmerizing.
Tilting her head and delicately manipulating her earlobes, she put on small gold hoop earrings. The exposed flesh of her neck, right behind her ears, reminded me of the small, almost imperceptible noises she makes when being kissed there.
She batted her eyes as she tended her lashes and makeup. She puckered her lips, put the tube of lipstick to them, and slowly rubbed it against them. I was in agony. My God, those lips!
She came into the bedroom with the just-above-knee-length dress she had chosen for the evening. She untied her robe with her back to me, letting it drop to the floor. She wore a black unlined plunging lace d-cup bra with small silver stud accents and matching g-string panties. The ornate lace pattern cast noir-like shadows against her skin, obscuring the vampish delights within.
In a single motion, she had the dress over her head and let it fall upon her. She wiggled back and forth, letting the dress cascade around her hips and ass.
Once she smoothed out the material, she took a seat. She slid her foot into high-heeled suede boots and, slowly pulled the zipper up and fastened it just above the knee. She recrossed her legs and put on the other boot. It was like watching the mercury in a thermometer rising. It was slow, and you could feel the temperature rising.
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The best part of the party was mingling about solo and seeing her across the room. Twinkles in her eyes, broad smiles, and occasional seductive glances were coming my way.
At one point, we made eye contact. Taking the tip of her finger, she gave her drink a little stir, put the finger on her neck, and slowly traced a line over her collarbone and across her décolletage before bringing it to her mouth to get any remaining drops of her drink.
I texted her, "You may have had a little too much bubbly."
I watched her read the text. She looked my way and blew me a kiss before twirling and walking away.
A short while later, we sat at a table listening to the music and sharing the gossip we had each picked up while talking to other guests. "I need another drink," she said as she stood up, leaned over, and reached across the table for a bottle of champagne. I watched as the back hem of her dress rode up, revealing the back of her upper thigh. I realized this was intentional when her hips turned slightly towards me, giving me a view of the lower fraction of her ass cheeks.
It had been years since she ever flirted this hard. I am unsure if I remember her throwing this much caution to the wind.
