The main reason that I would go to a happy hour with all my wife's coworkers would be to see Jackie. As a group they were all fine people, a bit boring for the most part, but generally very nice and easy to talk to. Not a ton to say if it wasn't about television or sports or money, but at least it was easy. Again, totally fine people.
Jackie, however, was fun in a way that excited me. When my wife, Sarah, mentioned that Jackie had asked specifically for me I figured that I should make an appearance. Jackie had a reputation as the typical office bitch. I don't work in an office but popular culture has led me to believe that every workplace has someone like Jackie; combative, difficult, a classic archetype of corporate America. The kind of woman that enjoyed wielding power for its own sake.
But she liked my wife and she really liked me, for whatever reason. I'm sure that there was some sort of dominant, female competitiveness that motivated Jackie's outward attention for me, otherwise it didn't make a ton sense for Jackie to be that into me. I don't know if she was like this with everyone's husband or just with me. Not my concern though and I just enjoyed the ride. I think that my wife got a little bit of a kick out of it too. The pattern was usually that whatever function I showed up at Jackie and I would eventually make our way towards each other. Not so obviously eager that we immediately gravitated towards one another, the dance was more subtle than that. And then pretty much some flirty behavior until my wife scooped me up and said that it was time to go home.
I know that my wife loved that the office bitch flirted with her husband, but that she was the one that got to take me home at the end of the night. Again, whatever dynamic exists between competitive women I try to stay away from. If I need to be used as a pawn in their games, so be it.
Honestly, I loved it too. Who wouldn't? Plus, Sarah had recently been given a substantial promotion and moved onto Jackie's team and if I could help to keep that a beneficial relationship I was happy to do my part. Ever the supportive husband I am.
Usually, when it was time for Sarah and I to leave Jackie would comment something about what a "catch" I was to my wife, and how lucky she was to have a handsome man like me. I ate it up, it all sounded great to me. Plus, it seemed harmless. Or at least not the kind of trouble that could ever actually go anywhere. On one occasion, after one or two more martinis than Jackie typically had, she gave me a hug goodbye and very deliberately slid her hand onto my ass and gave me a squeeze, pressing her body into mine for a little longer than a casual farewell needed to be. There is no doubt that she felt the hard on that her affection had created. But that was as far as it had ever gone and that was alright by me.
Oh yeah, Jackie probably has thirty years on me. Easy. I'm thirty five and she was definitely at an age where she could have retired. She had kids that were around my age. Jackie had an entire career before I ever met her, well established and successful. Not particularly well liked as far as I could tell. But she also did not seem to give a shit about popular opinion, one way or the other. Saying that she marched to her own drum was giving her too much credit, she wasn't that inspired. Saying that she couldn't give two fucks what anyone thought was much more accurate.
It's probably not shocking to know that Jackie was good looking. But even more than that she was sexy, one of those women that radiated a devouring type of sexuality that cast her in a certain light at all times. At least to me, she did. Jackie was confident and definitely knew her way around a cock. I didn't know that as fact but that's what I assumed. She had that energy. And I think that's the message that she liked to put out in the world. Work hard, play hard. Another corporate cliche.
So when I got the call that Sarah and her coworkers were all going out for a happy hour and that my presence was requested I made time for it. Many of her coworkers were scattered all over the country and this was a rare chance for just about everyone to get together. The happy hour was at the end of a two day retreat or some other corporate nonsense. I don't know, I worked from home and didn't really even have coworkers.
It was summer and I didn't bother changing out of the shorts and tee shirt I was wearing. The happy hour was at a beer garden and I knew that it was going to be hot in the middle of summer. The place was about a forty five minute walk from our apartment and rather than take the train I decided to smoke half a joint and enjoy a stroll through the city. It was a beautiful summer day and the walk would give me time to indulge some daydreams. There's something about a pair of sunglasses and being a tiny bit stoned that makes the world feel incredible. My thoughts were almost entirely of Jackie on the way over.
There was no doubt in my mind that Jackie's sex appeal had gotten her plenty in life. Both inside and outside the workplace. I have no idea if she had slept her way to the top, manipulated guys along the way, or what her tactics were. But there was no way that she hadn't used her charms to get what she wanted. And just because she was older now didn't mean that she was going to let that slip away from her. Whenever I saw her she was immaculately put together; makeup and nails were perfect, not a gray hair showing, clothes that looked exactly how they should. Like she was in charge. Jackie wasn't trying to compete with the twenty five year olds, she had already played that game better than any of them could have and come out on top.
Thinking of Jackie had definitely caused my cock to plump up while I walked and I'm sure that a couple folks I passed noticed what I had going on. I loved the way that made me feel.
When I arrived at the beer garden I was surprised to see how crowded it was. There were several long picnic tables that were packed with people, both long bars were stuffed two deep, and it was almost impossible to move around without brushing up against someone. I looked around for Sarah and eventually found her engaged with two people, a man and a woman that I didn't know.
I squeezed through the crowd and made my way over to her.
"Hey babe," I gave her a quick kiss, a smile, and looked her over. "You look great." She did. Sarah was tall, red hair, fair skin, and a tremendously round ass that she loved to show off in skirts.
"Hey, you made it." She returned the kiss and gave my hand a squeeze. Sarah turned to the people she was talking to. "This is my husband, Chris. Chris, this is Vic and Abby from the Chicago office." We exchanged pleasantries and I checked to see if anyone needed anything from the bar before I made my way to get a drink. No one did and I stepped away, letting Sarah know that I would catch up to her at some point.
That was usually how we did these things, I probably wouldn't see Sarah again until it was time to leave. Sarah had told me in the past that she liked that I was social, that she could leave me to do my thing in a scene like this and it reflected well on her. One time she had called me a trophy husband, which may be a little more true than I would like to admit. But there are also worse things to be.
It took a minute to get a drink but eventually I got a cold beer and wound up talking to Frank, a local coworker that I had gotten to know pretty well. We had a handful of interests in common and it was easy enough to spend twenty minutes with the guy. I kept on my sunglasses because I didn't stop looking for Jackie for a moment. It was still too early to actually go and chat her up, but it didn't hurt to keep an eye on things.
Eventually I spotted her, standing along the edge of one of the picnic tables talking to two women that must have been interns or recently hired. They looked young and wide eyed, I could only imagine what Jackie was saying to them.
Jackie liked to be seen and at some point I had realized that she rarely sat down in a social setting. She was always moving, standing around, or on her way somewhere. I think that part of it was control. It was up to her when a conversation ended, or who she got engaged with. On more than one occasion I had seen her just walk away from someone that was trying to talk to her, leaving the person either embarrassed or cursing Jackie's name.
The other part was that she wanted people to see her. She looked great today. Jackie was wearing a pair of tight jeans. Not too tight, this was a woman in her sixties, but tight enough to see that she still had it. She had a narrow waist, a little bit of a plump ass, and shapely legs that ended in a pair of heels. That was another thing about Jackie, always with the heels. Even in an outdoor beer garden of rocks and dirt.
On top she was wearing a black fitted blazer with a white blouse beneath it. The way I was positioned I was mainly getting a view of her back side, but her restless nature had her moving a bit and I could see the swell of her tits from time to time.
