I sat in front of the mirror "putting on my face". That is what my Mother used to call it. At forty-two I saw the signs of age clearly. Make-up helped cover it but I always saw it. Why do women get old and men simply age? It is not fair. No reason to dwell on what I cannot change, at least permanently.
I continued getting ready for Allen's office party. There are two standard parties, a cookout during the Summer and the obligatory Christmas get together for all the staff. There are a couple of others just for the upper management. It was a badly kept secret since everyone knew about it. These parties were so dull. Trophy wives being shown off while successful businessmen bragged about their latest deals. Real estate is big business and my Allen is one of the best. We have the best of everything. Our two children in college and all the jewelry I could ever want. Dull parties not withstanding.
I slid the little black dress over my slip. A once over in the full length mirrors (I have the three mirror set up) and I was ready. Early even! As I smoothed down the dress I remembered the first one of these parties. I was so excited! Allen had picked out a sexy outfit, insisting I wear garter with suspenders. The party was nice. That my Allen had been included was enough to make us both happy. By the time we returned home I was so horny I made the first move. That was the first real fuck I ever experienced. It left me satisfied and wanting more!
Now fifteen years later, sex was neither good nor often. As time went by my life became about our children and his about buying and selling property. He has a knack for speculating. I had a knack for caring. Enough of this introspection!
I take one last hard look at myself in the mirror, trying to be honest.
My dark hair, almost black, going to my shoulders. Not completely straight with a cute curl at the end. I am just less than five feet nine inches (in heels). I am blessed with a slim figure. Curves just right for the dress tonight. I do whish was a little bigger up top though.
Several years ago I had considered plastic surgery. Allen talked me out of it. He whisked me off for a wonderful weekend trip to Colorado to prove to me how sexy I still am. After that weekend things quickly returned to normal. Since then I always wondered what if.
Which brings us back to tonight. No garter this time. I did opt for new black panties, lacey with a small bow in front. Matching bra, both virtually see through. I doubted anyone would see through them tonight but it felt damn sexy to wear them.
"Honey, are you almost ready?"
I answered, "Just finishing up. I'll be down in a minute."
Shaking my head and holding back a sigh I grab my wrap and head downstairs to my dear sweet husband, patiently waiting for me.
The stairs come down the side and curve, opening to the foyer. Allen used to stop everything to watch me descend, making my entrance. Tonight I got a smile as he continued talking on his cell. He wears that stupid ear pierce and tends to talk with his hands moving to emphasize his points. I used to like that. It showed his passion. Now, it just irritated me.
"Darling, please hang up that damned phone!"
He glared at me, at least with the ear pierce he could not cover the phone, he tried to silence me with a look. Much like out sex life this did not work. He just kept talking while ushering me to the car.
The drive to the party was about twenty-five minutes. Allen never ended the call. We finally arrived at the hotel. Allen had booked a room for he night. It was almost mandatory now. If you did not get drunk and tell everyone how your wife was going to please you after the party, what was the use of even showing up? I was starting to feel like the trophy wife of old. Emphasis on old.
The valet opened my door greeting with a warm smile, "Good evening M'am!"
I needed help to climb up out the car so Kevin (I saw his nametag) graciously offered his arm. Getting out of the car caused my dress to slide up my thigh. I caught my benefactor trying to sneak a peek. On impulse I stopped mid way, "Oh my purse! I will need that later."
A graceful as possible I slid back into the seat and picked up my purse (I would check it with the coat girl inside). Once more Kevin offered his arm and this time I made sure he got a good look. Kevin's smile was bigger this time but he did not blush. I knew I was not the first frustrated wife to show off for him but this made feel even better. He WANTED to get a peek.
I returned his smile and waited for my husband to walk around the car. This took time because the valet needed instructions on how to park this most special of cars. Kevin asked if I was here for the big party.
"Yes I am." I leaned towards him and whispered, "It is so boring. Even alcohol doesn't make things better anymore."
"Well, I will be working inside later." he whispered into me ear, "Please let me know if I can do anything to make your evening more enjoyable."
I looked up into Kevin's eyes, green, hair was cut short and brown. He is defiantly young and judging by his arm, in good shape.
Trying to sound sexy I replied, "I will certainly keep that in mind big boy."
I almost lost my composure, flirting with this young man. Practically a boy!
Allen arrived just before I lost my nerve in front of Kevin. We entered the hotel and made our way to the ballroom. A few cocktails and tedious small talk had all but erased my thoughts of Kevin and his promise. I was stuck with Angela. She spent her time split between bragging about her new daughter, just three months old, and complaining about her husband pestering her for sex.
Woo boy, if only I had that problem!
It was getting late when I heard a voice behind me, "So, are you looking for something fun to do?"
Startled I looked around; there stood the cute valet. I could not stop myself from smiling, "Well, I have been looking for a way to escape for awhile. Any suggestions?"
He smiled and I swear his eyes twinkled. He was adorable in the hotel outfit, "I have one but it will take a few minutes to prepare. Interested?"
I pretended to mull it over, "Possibly. What do you have in mind sweetie?"
"Now that would be telling wouldn't it? Look, I am almost done here. If you take my last drink all I have left is to make a round clearing the empties. Then I will come and rescue my princess. All I need from you is a yes."
Now I really did consider this. Was he being serious? This young man had me thinking rather naughty thoughts.
