Dressing for the Party
Dressing for the party was a little difficult for a change.
Usually I would just ask my husband what kind of look would
turn him on for the evening, and I’d do that. But tonight
was different. Tonight, Erik was going to be there, and
that had my normally calm nature in somewhat of a turmoil.
Erik was my husband’s new bowling buddy, and he was hot.
Now I don’t make a habit of looking around for stray playmates:
I’m a faithful kind of wife. But Erik caught my eye the very
first time Jim introduced him. And he was definitely checking
out all I had on offer. Jim even remarked on it when we got
home, noting that Erik’s eyes couldn’t have gotten any
bigger, particularly when it was my turn to bowl. Seems
Erik might have fancied my tush, which was still pretty
tidy for a more mature woman J
And so to tonight’s party! Jim had suggested “seducing
sinner” for my costume: he was going as a saint, the other
option for the fancy dress theme. I finally decided on an
outfit that could be naughty, or just downright pornographic,
depending on how much was on view. I wore a thong body suit
that was cut extra-high on the waist and had a half-cup bra
that pushed my 34DDs right out there. I pulled on stay-ups,
black to match the thong, and with a seam for extra sinfulness.
Wore my Docs just to look a little raunchier, a short black
skirt that barely stayed on my hips, and then put on Jim’s
tuxedo jacket.
The effect was definitely sinful, and so
long as I kept the tux buttoned, I’d be safe from being arrested
for indecent exposure. J
When we arrived at the bowling club, the party was already
humming – good music, people dancing, drinking – we were
in for a good night. I was on the dance floor in seconds – I
love dancing – and was really getting into the rocky rhythms,
when I felt someone’s hands on my hips and the definite press
of a cock against my butt. Thinking it was Jim, I didn’t protest
at all, just moved more deliberately to excite the inevitable
response. And then I saw Jim, across the other side of the
room, dancing with some other woman. So who was my partner??
I spun around to face, none other than Erik of course!. And
he was grinning fit to bust. A great joke, I said, mock-angry
to see what he’d say. No joke, he replied, I had every intention
of being as sinful as you look. I blushed, particularly
as I took in his costume: skin-tight leather pants, and
a leather vest over a very naked, very smooth muscly chest.
And those pants were very clearly showing how excited he’d
become. I looked around guiltily to see if Jim was still
across the room, and then wondered what on earth I was going
to do about the situation. Erik just took me in his arms and
started dancing again, and this time it was a slow sexy number.
Erik made full use of it too, running one hand underneath
my jacket, tracing the edge of my thong at the back right
to the curve of my ass cheeks. And then at the front, he checked
out the lace across my belly, following it down inside my
skirt just to the edge of my mound. By the end of the song,
he had me gasping and my pussy was slick with love juices.
J
And then Jim appeared, and I was at a loss what I should do:
I jumped away from Erik, who resisted letting go, so I ended
up looking even more guilty than I needed to. And Jim just
said, great one man, you’re looking after my lady – she’ll
be safe with you. I’m looking after that sinner woman over
there, pointing to a little blonde bombshell who wore sack-cloth
and ashes that even the junk man would’ve thrown in the bin
they were barely holding together. She looked hot, of course.
And so saying, Jim disappeared back across the room, leaving
Erik grinning at me again, and without saying a word he pulled
me back onto the dance floor and hard against his body. Whispering
into my ear, he asked whether I’d ever cheated on Jim, which
of course I hadn’t. But the thought of doing so with Erik
was at the same time stimulating and terrifying. He began
nipping at my neck, and blowing in my ear. I felt his hand
sneak beneath my coat again, this time to tweak my nipples
that were standing hard and proud above the cups of my bra.
Thinking about cheating yet? He whispered again. I couldn’t
speak. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn’t bring myself
to call a halt to the incredible sensations that were rippling
through my body. Erik began dancing me towards the ball
locker room at the back of the alley, and I looked around
to find Jim. He had moved on from the sinning blonde to a saintly
looking red-head – perhaps they had more in common. He caught
my eye, and I gave him a look that said – do I need rescuing?
You have to decide, my husband!! H e wandered over, and started
chatting while Erik continued dancing with me, and while
he continued tweaking my nipples, then squeezing my butt.
He even told Jim how hot he thought I was looking … and Jim
agreed, yes sinful wench, he said, winking at Erik. I couldn’t
believe it. It was like he couldn’t see at all what was going
to happen. And then he wandered off again, leaving me to
decide what to do, with Erik. J
Well, what’s a woman to do … especially when a man’s pressing
his pelvis against her, grinding suggestively, holding
her butt tight, and nibbling on her neck all the while. So
out the back we slid, quietly, and we thought un-noticed.
As the dark covered us, Erik’s touch grew bolder. He unbuttoned
my jacket, exposing my tits to his hands, and his mouth.
He nipped at my nipples, massaged my breasts, and traced
little kisses all over my breasts and neck, until I was moaning
in anticipation.
His hands were working down my body, one
moving to my butt, the other inexorably towards my pussy,
which by now was melting. I was sure I could feel juices running
down my thighs. As he pushed my skirt up to my waist, he thrust
a leg between my thighs to open me up further to him, and I
fumbled for the waist of his pants, finally managing to
unfasten the belt, flick open the buttons, and release
his beautiful cock to stand free and urgent for me. Before
I could touch him, he’d lifted me off the floor and pulled
me down onto his cock. The feel of him inside me was sublime,
and he must have felt the same because he just held me there
for a time, barely moving … and then slowly, as I felt him
grow even more inside me, he started thrusting. I had my
legs wrapped around his hips, his face was buried in my tits,
and we were moving together oblivious to the party raging
on next door. And suddenly I stiffened! As I felt a tongue
between the cheeks of my ass – this wasn’t physically possible,
there was someone else here. Don’t stop honey, said the
unmistakeable voice of my husband, I’m just here to help
you come. And he did. His presence just seemed to make Erik
hotter and harder than before, and he was groaning into
my tits and thrusting into me, harder, stronger … and Jim
was licking my butt and sticking his thumb into my little
puckered hole ….
Until I came in waves, my pussy clenching
and spasming, the pleasure rocketing through my body until
I slumped against Erik’s chest, his cock subsiding in my
pussy as he came down from his climax. As for Jim, he was sitting
there was his hand on his creamed cock, a big grin on his face
, ,, and he said, I knew if you were a sinner there was no way
Erik could resist you.