a married woman

You call your husband, to see if he wants to go out tonight. To your relief, he enthusiastically agrees. Then you call for a taxi to take you there - figuring that you will both probably be having a few drinks.

When you get home from work, you spend some time thinking about what you should wear. The invite, when it came, specified 'smart-casual', but you don't want to wear the same thing that you wore to work. You opt in the end for a little black dress - good for any occasion.

In the taxi, you look across at your husband. He has gone for the safe option of .a different pair of trousers, with a shirt but no tie. Smiling, he strokes your sexy bare thigh. Glancing at his crotch, you see that he is growing stiffer by the minute. You are almost tempted to pay the cabbie off, so that you can get out, take him behind a hedge and fuck him senseless. Then say, sod the party and walk home.

But somehow you resist the temptation and soon you are arriving at Melissa Cole's impressive residence.

A tall but somewhat paunchy middle-aged man answers the door, dressed in a dinner suit and bow-tie.

"Good evening," he says, "you must be John and this is your fella is it? I'm Gordon, Come in, let me fix you a drink."

So this is Melissa's husband. So much for smart-casual. In contrast, you see Melissa approaching and she is not dressed nearly so formally. In fact like many professional women she seems glad to dress down outside the office and is wearing just a vest top over white shorts. You can't help noticing that for a forty-something, woman she has good legs - long and evenly tanned. She also has an impressive pair of breasts squeezed into that vest top. Your husband seems to have noticed too.

As you walk past Gordon. You start suddenly. Did he just do what you thought he just did? You are sure that he just pinched your backside. You decide not to say anything and then suddenly Melissa is there saying:

"John! So good of you to come. And this must be your gorgeous husband" She walks up to you, drink in hand, and gives you a one handed hug. Then she gives your a husband a hug, but you are sure that this time the hand without the drink, gave his backside a squeeze.

She turns and leads the way into the living room.

"I decided on a buffet lunch in the end," she informs you, "so much less formal and it gives everyone a chance to mingle. Marcia and her hubby haven't arrived here yet. No surprises there. Mark has brought a very pretty young Indian girl called Anita with him. She's on his course, I believe."

You look across and in a corner you see the nervous young student talking to an absolutely stunning dark-skinned girl, in a belly-top and short skirt.

"Eyes back in your head, dear," you remind your husband as he seems to be ogling the young teenager, "Anyway, you haven't looked over there yet."

He follows your gaze to where Melanie, the department's usually demure bespectacled secretary, leaning against a wall drink in hand, wearing a vampish red dress, showing a lot of leg and cleavage.

"Who's that?" He asks breathlessly.

"That's just Melanie, our secretary," you inform him, "but personally, I was more interested in the guy she was talking to."

For the first time, he seems to notice Martin, the good-looking black guy from IT, who is standing over Melanie, wearing a casual white shirt and tight trousers. He seems to be looking straight down Melanie's top, whilst the young secretary glances frequently at his bulging crotch.

You mingle and chat and eventually Marcia Woolley and her husband arrive. She hurries in, blonde hair somewhat awry, wearing a cream coloured blouse, a tight short dark skirt and heels. Her clothes give the impression that she bought them when she was a size smaller. She mumbles something about problems with the baby-sitter and introduces her husband Dan. Dan seems far more laid back and is dressed in an ill-fitting casual suit. Melissa informs you that he is a teacher.

As the drink flows and people lose their inhibitions, you get some stories about the things that have happened at previous office gatherings - like the time that Melanie danced topless at her first office party ("Oh God! I was only 18 and I'd never drunk so much before!").

Or the time that Martin had been caught in the photocopy room fucking one of the office girls (Marcia looks alarmed at this, but then seems to relax when she realises that it is not a story about her).

"Well, you've got up to a few things yourself, in your time, dear" comments Gordon to his wife.

"Oh God, yes," she replies, "I think the only thing we haven't had here is a full-blown orgy!"

"There's always tonight, dear," responds Gordon, with a smile.

"Enough talk," declares Melissa, "I think we should have a party game. And, since it is her first day, I nominate John to choose a game.

"Make it a rude one," comments Gordon.

"I second that," whispers your husband.

You've had a few drinks now and your inhibitions have drifted away. So you decide to choose the rudest game you can think of.