Gala fun

This place was way above my class level. I felt poorer than the servers. Monica and I didn’t stand out though. It was my own internalized feelings. Monica’s outfit definitely drew a lot of attention from the men and their annoyed wives. Apparently they weren’t used to seeing soft naturals.

This is a work event for Ross, and he immediately goes to work networking with everyone. There would be little time for Monica to flirt with him. I don’t mind. I took the opportunity to have a nice date with my wife.

I tell her, “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t know if I want to share you tonight.”

She laugh, “I feel like I need to sleep with Ross just to thank him for the meal. This is so fancy. The price per plate must be outrageous.”

“I don’t want to know,” I say. “If I did, I’d probably have to get down on my knees and suck his dick as well.”

Monica bumps me with her fist, “Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“Your dress is gonna get us kicked out. I swear men are about to start stuffing bills into your cleavage,” I tease.

“Oh stop! You love it.”

“I do,” I say, kissing her. “Everyone should know how hot my wife is.”

Ross and Rachel return to our table for the meal. Rachel is across the table from me, and we can’t easily talk, but her eyes tell me everything. She can’t wait to get me alone again.

When I get up to find the restroom, Rachel offers to help me find it. Clever girl.

“How have you been enjoying the night?” I ask.

“Honestly, I’ve been distracted. I keep thinking about later.” She’s taller than me in her heels.

I stop and turn to her, pushing her back against the hallway wall. I trap her on either side of my arms and step forward until my chest touches hers. The smell of her perfume brings back visceral memories of our night together. I want to kiss her so badly, but I hold back. I say, “I think about you every night before I fall asleep.”

She whispers, “I’ve touched myself so many times to the thought of you this last month. It’s unhealthy.”

“I think we’re addicted to each other. We’ll get our fix tonight,” I say and pull away as she tries to kiss me.

My dick grew being that close to her. Hopefully it’s not too noticeable in these slacks. When I come out of the restroom, Rachel is still waving the flush of blood from her cheeks. “You can’t do that to me. I wanted to find an empty room and do it right now.”

“We have to wait for your husband’s permission.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll agree. He’s even made comments about Monica’s dress to me. Compared to my runner’s physique, your wife’s body is exotic. No way will he say no.”

We get back to the table as the music and dancing starts. I lead Monica out to the dance floor. There’s no synchronized dancing like the movies, thank god, everyone is doing their own thing. From our dance lessons years ago, Monica and I Fox-trot and waltz. We have a blast trying to remember the steps and not look like fools as we circle the dance floor.

We’re so in love. I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is my wife. I love her even more when she whispers in my ear, “Now slow dance with Rachel. I’ll start my charm on Ross.”

We trade partners for the first time (hopefully not the last) that night. Rachel and I glide together around the dance floor. My arms gliding her the entire way. She’s totally submissive to my every suggestion. We don’t talk as we dance. We let our movements speak for us. She’s letting me know that she’ll go in any direction I want. I just have to tell her.

I should not be having these dirty thoughts about my friend’s wife. But my guilt slides away when she whispers in my ear, “Even dancing with you turned me on.”

I want to kiss her delicate neck and take her earrings off with my teeth. From the look in her eyes, I know she wants to do the same thing to the button on my pants. She glances over to my shoulder, she laughs, “Oh my god.”

I turn around to see Ross pushing an obvious erection to the waistband of his pants. My wife grins wickedly at him. She looks over and me and Rachel and winks.

Amazed Rachel says, “You’re wife is a miracle worker. Ross never gets hard that easily.”

Monica dances over to us, “It’s official. Tonight we’re swinging.”

“What did you say to convince him?” I ask.

“I’ll tell you later. I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” Monica says, and kisses me deeply. She’s just as excited as me and Rachel.

Ross hurries over with his jacket, “What are we waiting around for? Let’s get home, finish that bourbon and get wild.”

Oh hell yeah.