Damn, Don't you look sexy as hell!" I exclaimed as my wife stepped out of our bedroom.
She had spent what seemed like two hours getting ready for her company Christmas party and was decked out in a little black dress that left very little to the imagination. The dress barely covered her sweet little ass and her boobs were pushed up on display. She carried a little black purse about the size of my wallet.
"What did you do to yourself?" I asked, not really caring what she had done, just extremely pleased with the results.
"All of the girls from the office are wearing 'little black dresses' and we all vowed to show up the other offices. I just hope I don't fall out of this dress," she said stressfully.
"Don't worry about that. I can guarantee you that later tonight that dress will be ripped off of you and a lot more is gonna happen," I promised. "Let's get going or we'll be late."
We live in a small town, a little over an hours drive from the big metropolitan area. There is a large tract of land that is private property adjoining a State protected area, with an old country road leading the way out of town. Woods and wetlands line the road for about twelve miles.
Tonight was her company's Christmas party for all of the various doctor's offices and medical support personnel with about six hundred employees and their significant others. This meant that there would be numerous young ladies dressing to catch the attention of one of the doctors and there would be plenty of eye candy. There were a couple of twenty something girls in Diane's office that I wouldn't mind getting close-up and personal with, so this was a prefect opportunity.
As we were driving to the party my wife commented, " Don't be surprised if I don't start shedding cloths on the way home. I am wearing a Victoria's Secret bra that is supposed to enhance and a pair of control top panty hose. And these damn heels are killing my feet already."
We arrived at the party at a fancy downtown hotel on the water just as the bar's were opening and several of the other girls from Diane's office began to arrive. Three of the girls are single and brought girlfriends rather than guys with them. And Diane was right, they all had 'little black dresses' on, or almost on. There were more legs and boobs visible than at the beach in July. And I wasn't complaining as they each came up and greeted Diane with a quick kiss and hug, then hugged me. Since I am over six feet tall I was looking down at heaven as they came up and then stood around talking.
One of the girls from Diane's office had already had breast enhancement surgery and was putting on a great display.
"Hey, Ginger, I love that dress on you. It really shows off the new boobs," Diane said before I had a chance. With that she leaned over and gave Ginger a peck on the cheek.
As I reached out to grab Ginger for a hug and a peck I commented, "Everyone here likes your new look. Especially all of the guys here tonight. Stay close to me and I will protect you from the perverts."
"Who will protect her from you?!", one of the others offered. Diane has worked in that office for a few years and she has entertained them with her stories of our sexual adventures. When we first got together Diane had been very shy about her body and very conservative in her appearance. But all that had changed gradually over the last few years after her first threesome and exhibitionist displays.
Ginger's strapless 'little black dress' appeared to be held in place just by her nipples which were hard and easily visible through the thin material. When she moved around looking at the most recent arrivals the boobs rocked back and forth along side me. I slowly moved around to be right up next to her and wrapped my arm around her.
Looking concerned I asked, " Are you cold?"
She snuggled in close and said yes. She asked if we could all go inside the dining area where it was warmer. We moved into the dining area and took a table close to the back corner of the room. Diane sat to my left and Ginger to my right. I knew that before the night was over my wife would be a little tipsy and would be easy to take advantage of later.
The hardest part about eating was trying to listen to the women talk about their latest encounters with men. Ginger had lamented earlier that she thought her latest boyfriend had broken up with her so that he didn't have to buy her a Christmas present.
She said she was horny without a guy around and I offered my services any time she felt the need.
"Diane does say that you're handy to have around the house, so I just might take you up on the offer. That is, if Diane doesn't mind."
"Call him any time you'd like. There is no satisfying him anyway," Diane grumbled.
After dinner deserts were served in the entry way where the bar's had been set up before the dinner started. A couple of the people from our table of twelve had made their was to the desert tables and returned with small little portions of cakes, pies and pastries. They looked like bite size samples, rather than typical deserts.
Ginger said she was going to get some deserts and Diane and I offered to go with her. On the way out to the deserts Diane said she had to run to the ladies room and asked if Ginger wanted to go along. She said no that she was going to see what was on the desert tables. There were several tables set up along the wall, from the center doors to the back corner.
As we walked along the tables the lighting got a little darker and made the deserts hard to see.
"I guess they did that so that you can't see what you're eating," Ginger stated. "Let's see what's in the corner."
We made our was to the last table to find small squares of key lime pie, cake like pastries with a dollop of frosting and other tiny delights. Ginger got a small plate and picked up a couple of different types of desert and a fork.
"There aren't a lot of people out here getting deserts, yet, Ginger said.
"Well, sweets and alcohol don't mix and I think a good number of the people have been drinking heavily since the liquor is free. Look at those two," I said, pointing to a couple in the other back corner locked in a deep embrace hands going all over each other. "They wouldn't be doing that with out a little help from booze."
Ginger was lifting a piece of the frosted pastry to her mouth and, when she turned to look, had dropped it into paradise. It was sitting at the top of her cleavage, slowing sliding down.
"Here, let me get that for you. You have your hands full and I would be happy to assist."
I raised my hand and carefully reached for her cleavage and the lost desert. I slid my fingers down the cleavage and pulled the pastry out. I dropped it onto the busboys tray and reached back for the remnants. The used my index finger to gather the crumbs and frosting.
"Can you think of a better way to get that off?" she asked mischievously, with a permissive look in her eyes.
"Sure I can!." I set my plate down and pulled Ginger up close to me. Looking around to make sure there was no one close by, buried my head between her luscious boobs and began to enjoy the opportunity. I grabbed her ass and pushed her crotch into mine and continued to bury my head deeper down her front. I looked up and kissed her, long and deep, my tongue playing gently with hers. I held her ass with one hand and used the other to grab her breasts.
