My wife Sarah had been working in real-estate business for more than 20 years so hearing that she needed to attend another gala event was nothing new or exciting. We had attended many of these events together over the years and at first they were exciting but once you've sat through a couple dozen boring speeches these events feel less special and more like watching paint dry whist wearing a three piece suit. It was at one of these events or shall I say just after that this story transpires.
"Are you sure you don't mind picking me up tonight? It might be a late one, you know how these things can run over." My wife asked.
The event was being held at a boutique hotel about 45 minutes drive from our home. My wife and three of her work colleagues were going down in a taxi but she wanted to come home afterwards rather than getting a room.
"I don't mind picking you up babe. As long as I don't have to listen to anyone telling me how smart real-estate investments are, I'll be a happy man."
Whatever my opinions of these events, there was no denying they pulled out all the stops. There would always be some sort of live band, slap up meal and plenty of alcohol to help grease the wheels. They were always held somewhere different each time and the locations were unique in some way or other. The expense and effort made by the company meant everyone was expected to dress accordingly, the men wore suits and the ladies evening gowns. Sarah now had a wardrobe full of such gowns not wanting to attend in the same one more than once. This time the dress was a deep rich emerald green, that almost looked black until light hit it at the right angle. She had turned 45 this year and somehow seemed hotter than when we first met. A bit of weight gain over the last few years had given her that full 'MILF' figure as her tits, hips and ass accounted for most of that weight. Her brown shoulder length hair had been curled especially for the evening and her makeup held green tones to complement her outfit. She looked incredible, but she always did.
"My taxi is here. I'll text you when I'm ready to leave." she said kissing me on the check and heading for the door.
I had a takeaway delivered and spent the evening watching football. After a couple of hours i started getting the usual drunk texts from my wife.
"This is the worst one yet."
"Jim has been making a speech for over 20 minutes."
"I'm going to need more wine!"
"I'm soooooooooooo board."
I always like her drunk texts, Sarah always gets naughty when she's had too much to drink. So i wasn't surprised when her messages started to take a suggestive tone.
"Are you missing me?"
"Really? What bits are you missing."
"Your such a charmer, but come on I want too know."
"I knew it, they miss you too."
"Oh, you're so naughty. But your right we haven't christened the new car yet."
Her messages went quite for a couple of minutes and I started to worry my last message was too risque for her. I was about to message her again when my phone beeped, this time letting me know I had received a picture message. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I took in the image now on display. Sarah was stood In front of an overlay ornate mirror in what was clearly a bathroom at the hotel. She had pulled down her dress and both her fat tits were fully exposed. My cock throbbed against my jeans as I tried to compose a dirty enough reply, when my phone beeped again.
"Speeches have finally finished."
"Time to party."
"Can't wait to see you later."
"XXX"
And with that, the messages stopped. I tried to concentrate on the TV again, fighting the urge to stroke one out to the picture she had sent. Just before 11pm she called to say the party was coming to an end and I should set off soon. I was so horny I set off straight away, having to re-adjust my boner at regular intervals on the drive over. The 45 minute drive took closer to an hour and a half due to a diversion on the motorway. I text to let Sarah know I would be late, she replied telling me not to worry as Peter was keeping her company. Who the fuck was Peter?
I pulled into the hotel car park and was surprised and a little worried by how quiet and dark it seemed. I parked up and headed for the entrance. To my relief as I approached it was clear there were still a few party-goers loitering around and although the music had finished they still danced and sang to themselves. I went inside still not sure where my wife was, the room was now mostly empty and a couple of staff members were starting to clear away the aftermath of the party. Then I saw them, my wife and who I presumed was Peter. They sat at a table for 8 but had chosen to sit next to each other, uncomfortable close to each other in my opinion. Sarah was laughing at something he said as she saw me approach.
"Hi, honey pie." She drunkenly said as she waved.
As I reached the table she stood and kissed me far too passionately considering Peter was sat right next to us. I could sense her arousal just from the kiss and wondered if maybe it was Peter who had been getting her so fired up. She sat back down introducing Peter and I. Sarah explained that he was from the Wednesbury branch so was spending the night here before heading back in the morning. The three of us sat talking as they consumed the rest of the wine on the table, my wife's hand constantly stroking the inside of my leg. After another glass was emptied my wife needed the ladies room and left Peter and me alone.
"You're a lucky man, she's one hell of a woman." lifting his glass in a mock salute towards my wife.
"Don't you have a Mrs Peter of your own?"
"The whole settling down, never appealed to me. I prefer the no stings type, you know what I mean? But then again, if I had someone like Sarah to wake up next to each day I might just find myself...." He stooped his sentence as my wife emerged from the hall.
I turned to see my wife's approach, she looked flustered. I expected her to tell me she'd accidentally knocked something over, or maybe she had just caught two members of staff up to no good. She sat down, placing her hand back in my lap. Her hand was moving around a lot in my lap and it became apparent she was trying to give me something under the table. I reached for her hand and took the warm damp fabric from her grasp. It took me a second or two to realise that she had just passed me her underwear. I froze not sure what to say or do, part of me wanted to bring them to my nose and take in my wife's scent. Then my brain kicked in, this is exactly what we role-played in the bedroom. We would talk about meeting a mystery man or woman and my wife would somehow remove her knickers and present them to me, letting me know she wanted to have a threesome without actually saying it. My cock redoubled its efforts to get free as I pushed her knickers into my pocket. Sarah slowly dragged her hand over my jeans feeling my throbbing erection. She turned her face to look at me seductively biting her lower lip.
"Your glass is empty and it looks like we're out of wine, I'll go see if I can get another bottle." Peter said as her headed for the bar.
