The party that changed our lives.
Sandra came home looking like a movie star, her hair and makeup had been done to perfection. I had never seen her looking so glamorous, she had her new dress over her arm and a very expensive looking shoebox in her hands.
"Give me ten minutes to change into these and come up to give me your opinion, ok?"
I nodded yes and went back to my financial times newspaper.
"Frank, you can come up now."
I opened the bedroom door to see a goddess, I whistled in appreciation at the vision as I took in the sight before me.
"My god Sandra you look amazing."
Her hair was tied up in a scrunch style on the top of her head with whispers dropping down framing her face, smoky eyes with scarlet lips, just the right amount mascara and blusher. She had drop earrings hanging to her slender shoulders with a matching necklace. Her new dress hung off of her body in all the right places by spaghetti straps with the chest area plunging to just above her navel. It finished at the tops of her knees showing off her new black patient high heels. She always had fabulous legs, that was one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place, but these shoes made her look as sexy as I could ever remember her looking. She knows I have a fetish for her legs in heels and uses it to her advantage constantly.
"Let's not go to the party, can we stay here and fuck with you staying looking just like that? My god I married such a sexy woman."
She looked at me with a wry smile, "Get your tux Frank."
I wanted to bend her over a fuck the daylights out of her then and there, I made to move towards her, but she raised her palm to me wiggling her index finger.
"Stop right there mister! I have just paid out a small fortune for this look, I am not having you ruin it before anyone has even seen it! you can wait and have all you see before you later, if you're lucky."
With that she sashayed past me, "Get your tux, we have to leave in an hour."
I'd had a wash and shave this afternoon so really I was ready other than my shirt and tuxedo, it would only take five minutes and I'd be done. I watched with wonder as she carefully descended the stairs in her heels, as I watched her wiggle down our hallway I thought "those shoes were worth every penny whatever the cost."
We were off to my company Christmas party tonight and she wanted us to make the right impression as I was up for the vacant VP position in the new year. She wanted us to look the part and she most definitely did that in spades. I scrubbed up ok too, but she was out of my league tonight and it showed.
The party this year was to be held at my boss's new house, it was his chance to show it off to all and sundry. Apparently, it was a huge ten-bedroom mansion in a gated community near Orpington in leafy Kent. Footballers and movie stars were his neighbour's, it was that kind of place.
Our cab picked us up at 7.30pm, it would take about an hour. I noticed our driver ogling Sandra's ass and legs as he held the door for her. She slid across and snuggled up to me in the back seat saying, "This could be your night Frank, play your cards right and you could get that VP job tonight."
"You play YOUR cards right Mrs. Philips, and you could get a good raise out of me tonight too!" I said grinning looking down at her perfect legs.
"Ow!" I mockingly groaned as she punched my arm,
"I told you already you will get lucky AFTER the party." She said smiling up at me.
I could not help running my fingertips up her legs as she sat next to me during the journey, my hands kept wandering higher and her hand kept smacking mine keeping it at bay.
"Do you have the gate code Sir?" the driver asked over his shoulder.
"No sorry, I have no idea how to get in."
We pulled off the main carriageway and onto a private dimly lit gravel road with a gatehouse in the distance. Our driver stopped at the barrier and spoke into the intercom.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Philips to see Mr. and Mrs. Pearson at Wainthrop House?"
A few seconds later a voice said, "Keep on the main track for about 1000 meters, you will see a secluded gate amongst the trees on your right. The code is 3278, the driveway services four houses, The Pearson's dwelling is at the far end. Have a good evening."
"Sounds like a posh pad," the driver said again looking over his shoulder.
I whispered to my wife saying, "I hear it cost over ten million."
Five minutes later we pulled into a driveway with about twenty cars, each one costing no less than £100k,
"Jesus Sandra, I think we might be out of our depth here."
"Nonsense! We are as good as anyone here. Don't think any less of yourself just because these people here might have money Frank. We can hold our own with anyone."
She had a way of always saying the right thing at the right time, with her on my arm to be honest I felt like a millionaire anyway.
The main doors to the house were open and we walked in seeing two or three young ladies in uniform taking coats and giving little gifts and drinks as the guests arrived. The entry hall was very bright with a crystal chandelier hanging at least thirty feet from the stairwell ceiling. Pure white marble floors reflecting the light with expensive art hanging from the walls. At first glance this place looked very intimidating.
A loud voice boomed above the soft entry music,
"Philips!" it was the unmistakable voice of my boss, "Who is this vision of loveliness on your arm?"
Bruce Pearson appeared at a door to our immediate left, he was ten years older than me at 42, but he had the stature and presence of a man much older. He took hold of Sandra's arm as he spoke.
"Hello Mr. Pearson, this is Sandra, my wife."
He took her left hand and rose it to his lips kissing it gently, "Hello my dear, can I call you Sandra? I am Bruce your husband's boss."
Sandra accepted his kiss of her hand, and he led her into the main room leaving me standing in the hallway, Sandra looked back at me raising her eyebrows with a questioning look on her face
"Marcy, Marcy come meet Sandra, Franks Philips wife."
By the time I had made my own way into the room Mr. Pearson's wife Marcy and Sandra were getting acquainted. The main room of this place was bigger than my entire house, there were at least 50 people talking and having drinks in small groups that looked lost in it, it was that big. There was a lot of chatter going on with soft music in the background.
Mr. Pearson put his arm around my shoulder saying, "Philips, come with me let me introduce you to a few of the folks."
I looked over at Sandra mouthing the words "Sorry" as I was dragged away. She smiled back at me and nodded as if to encourage my mingling. Over the next thirty minutes I was introduced to Lord and Lady this and that, and so many top executives from all the main banks in London.
What I did like was the way I was introduced to each of them as what could be the future of Pearson Investments. Bruce Pearson made a point of making that clear as he had his hand on my back guiding me through the throng.
I looked over to Sandra occasionally to see if she was ok and she was deep in conversation with Marcy Pearson and a crowd of other wives. She seemed to fit into this crowd perfectly laughing and joking unlike myself. I felt quite intimidated by all these well to do people.
Ten minutes later I felt an arm slide through mine and drag me away slightly, "Hello Frank," it was Marcy Pearson.
"Let me rescue you."
