The party and new people

The guests were arriving and Mike was having a hard time concentrating. He had never seen his wife look so sexy and when he looked at her butt he couldn’t see any of the visible panty lines the shop assistant had told him about. Did that mean she was actually wearing the thong? He couldn’t stop imagining it. Helen had noticed that Mike couldn’t stop looking at her and she found herself smiling as she felt his eyes on her. Maybe dressing up a little wasn’t so bad? The feeling of the dress on her exposed buttocks was making her feel tingly but the need to play hostess was stopping her from obsessing about it.

The party was going swimmingly and there were many new and interesting people to meet. Maybe it was the wealth but Mike had noticed that many of the guests were attractive. Even the older guests were exquisitely dressed and clearly took great care of themselves. Maybe it was just the culture of the wealthy or as in a handful of cases in which this seemed to be true, beautiful women were drawn to money.

Helen was getting a lot of attention as were Sofia and Maisy. Sofia because she was beautiful and Maisy because she was a **** of nature. Mike enjoyed watching the disdain Sofia treated all the men who tried to flirt with her. He suspected that some of the men quite enjoyed her cold treatment but it was clear that nobody but her husband could have her attention. Will was oblivious to any attention she got and socialised freely. Mike always felt Will was so confident in his marriage that he never batted an eye when men approached her. Mike however was jealous that Will had a wife who would display herself so freely.

Maisy was loud and flirtatious with everyone and her natural storytelling ability meant she always had a crowd around her while her boyfriend skulked around awkwardly.

Helen’s gentle charm had also gathered up quite the fan club. She was either oblivious to men flirting with her or so shocked by the more obvious ones that their partners felt obliged to reprimand them and protect her innocence. Many of the local wives were being very friendly and inviting her to all sorts of gatherings which Mike would gently encourage her to accept. He was getting more than a little aroused at the attention she got and only wished that she would flirt back, if only a little.

Mike’s favourite couple was by far their closest neighbours. Joseph or Joey as he preferred to be called and his wife Susan a couple of a similar age to them. Susan was pleasant enough but she was intimidatingly stern. She was tall and statuesque. She had trained in ballet as a young girl but as she had grown she had become too tall. She had also grown quite the generous bust. These put her dreams of dancing to bed and she had turned that dedication to studying. She was now an executive at a media company. She had an austere face but she was quite beautiful. Her lips were full, she had high cheekbones and her hair was auburn. Her bountiful cleavage was on show in her burgundy dress and Mike had a hard time maintaining eye contact, especially because her height put her chest close to his eye line.

Joey was great fun. He was probably about the same height as his wife but she towered over him in the heels she was wearing. He was a good looking man with a deep tan and closely cropped hair. He seemed to be boundlessly energetic and he had a thick local accent that stood out in stark contrast to the well-spoken crowd. He was a builder by trade and over years of hard work had bought multiple properties and didn’t need to work but still worked as a builder to stop himself from getting bored. “I was tiling her bathroom,” he said as he described how he had met Susan. She seduced me. It was like a scene from a porno. Anyway, I was her bit of rough for a while and we kind of just made it a habit. I knew I had to marry her so I could keep living in the manner to which I had become accustomed” he joked. Mike checked to see if Susan objected to being spoken about so frankly but there was a hint of a smile on her stern face that told Mike that the story was true.

“If you need anything doing about the place, let me know. Free of charge, unless it’s a big job, then I’ll sort you out some lads to do the work. Mates rates.”

Mike felt obliged to reciprocate. “That’s really generous of you. Not sure I can offer much but if you want some good investments I could probably help you out.”

Joey smiled and patted him firmly on the shoulder. Mike was taken aback at the strength of it. “That sounds great mate. Always looking for somewhere to put my money. You must come over some time. We can have a couple of beers and talk about it.”

Mike agreed. He was a bit overwhelmed by Joey’s friendliness but he was glad they had such nice neighbours. Maybe he could get them in the hot tub at some point. He would love to see what Susan looked like in a swimsuit.

As the party came to a close and people started to drift home, it was soon down the original group of friends. A taxi arrived for Will and Sofia. Will was extremely drunk and leaning on Sofia for support. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” said Sofia as she kissed everyone on the cheek except for Maisy’s boyfriend who was somewhere else.

“No, thank you for coming,” said Helen. “It’s been so lovely getting to know you better and,” she paused. “Thank you for the help with my outfit” she added bashfully.”

“No problem darling” Sophia smiled “Maybe you should come shopping with me one day.”

Helen was unsure of how to respond at first. Shopping with Sofia probably meant buying more items like the one she was now wearing. Would she enjoy that? “Yes, I think I’d like that,” she said, looking down and blushing.

Sophia was charmed by this demure woman. “And you can bring that little goblin with you if you like.” Sophia gestured towards Maisy with a playful smile.

“You bitch,” said Maisy, smiling back. “I suppose I could come if you so desperately want me to.”

Everyone laughed at her mock indignation and they bundled the drunk Will into the waiting ride and waved them off. Maisy skipped off to grab her boyfriend and said “Goodnight. We are off to bed. See you in the morning,” and off she went, dragging her gloomy man behind her.

Mike and Helen looked at each other and shrugged. “Shall we tidy up now or in the morning?” Mike asked.

Helen yawned “Let’s do it tomorrow. I’m ready for sleep.”