We arrived at our destination around ten in the evening. I exited my truck and walked to the passenger side door to open it for my wife. She stepped out of the vehicle and then lowered her black dress the small amount that she could. It had ridden up a bit on her as we were driving. She moved her wavy brown hair out from her face and placed her sunglasses on as we walked toward the house.
The house was not a mansion, but it was rather large. I could tell by looking at it that it probably contained more than a few rooms. I could hear music playing inside as we walked up the stairs and onto the porch. The door swung open before I could even knock.
"Welcome," said the young man, greeting us at the door. "We're happy to have you. Come right in."
We entered the house as the young gentleman led us down a dimly lit hallway with doors on either side and then into a large room that was even a bit more dimly lit than the hallway. This large room is where the party was. My ears welcomed the music that was playing. It sounded like the big band music that would have been popular in the 1940s. We walked past some beautiful paintings on the wall as we made our way to a red couch at the side of the room.
I immediately felt aroused while I sat and watched all of the beautiful women that were present. Each one had a sexy ballroom dress on. The dresses showcased each woman's body perfectly. Some dresses accentuated long, slender legs and plump asses, while others showcased beautiful full breasts. My wife had opted for a shorter dress to show off her thick thighs and nice ass.
It didn't take much time before I couldn't resist the urge to start touching my wife. I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh and began to squeeze it and rub it as I looked at the other sexy women in the room. I slid my hand up her dress until I could feel her warm pussy, reminding me of the fact that she had left her panties back at the hotel.
"Why are you still wearing those sunglasses?" I asked, leaning in for a kiss.
"Still nervous, I guess," she said. "I'm not sure I want anyone to see my face. I'm more comfortable with them."
"You look sexy in them," I replied as I began to kiss her, still with my hand between her thighs.
It wasn't long before a gentleman dressed in a tuxedo sat next to my wife as I kissed her. I watched him as he looked her up and down. We eventually made eye contact. "May I?" he asked while slowly reaching toward my wife's leg. I nodded yes to him and gave him a wink to assure him that it was ok.
I felt my wife jump a little when she felt his hand grace her thigh. We continued to kiss deeply, our tongues rubbing together. The gentleman began to rub her thigh up and down until his hand made his way up her dress to discover her warm and now very wet pussy. I removed my hand from between her legs to give him room to explore there. I felt my wife's hand grab my now rock-hard cock and squeeze it tightly. I watched as she reached with her other hand to squeeze her new gentleman friend's hard cock as well.