The party

Something was about to happen that would finally destroy any pretence Tom had about how he was feeling about Sarah.

They had been invited to a party being held by one of their more affluent friends. It was an anniversary for one of Sarah's old schoolfriends Jo and her husband Phil, Tom liked them well enough and was happy to go. It also had the advantage of being at their beautiful country home and whilst not a formal occasion it was an excuse for both of them to get a new outfit. For Tom a sharp new suit and for Sarah a thin strapped, black silk dress that flowed over her boy like water. It fell in an asymmetrical hem just above her knee and wasn't immodest in that regard but it clung to her and flowed off her in the most enticing way. She had had to purchase special underwear so her panties wouldn't make a line and she had **** but to go braless and instead purchased some pads that would sit over her nipples to she didn't draw too much attention. That was of course impossible as her firm and generous bosom still moved and swayed with each little motion of her body and as she walked it was enough to bring a pubescent boy to his knees. The first time she tried it on it quickly ended up in the bedroom and Tom's mind was filled with thoughts of men seeing her in it and being aroused by her but still he refused to admit he wanted anything to happen.

The party reminded Tom of the house parties of their youth with the added bonus of money and tempered by age. Apart from the caterer who had been set up in a marquee outside it was mostly just people hanging around the house with drinks and music. Of course it was a far grander house than he had ever recalled hanging out in as a youth. The party was spread over several reception rooms, one of these had been turned over to dancing and had loud music blaring from it. The conservatory led out to the food and drink and seemed top become the main area for the [arty and of course there was a contingent in the kitchen. There were an awful lot of people he didn't know. Sarah faired a little better and she found several old chums to catch up with. Tom quickly got bored of the chat that mostly related to things that didn't involve him and went off in search of interesting booze.

Tucked away in a smaller room that appeared to be some sort of den he found some interesting scotches. He was just eyeing them up when a voice called out behind him "Ah ha! busted". Tom jumped out of his skin. Turning around he saw Phil, the host of the party who burst out laughing at his reaction. Tom relaxed and laughed with him. He knew Phil and despite him being way too executive and a bit of a poseur, Tom couldn't help but like him. He had often speculated that this was probably why he was so successful being equal parts ruthless and personable. "Don't worry about it. Looking for a real drink?"

"I never was much for beer or wine, how are you Phil?"

They exchanged pleasantries for a while. Phil showed off his whisky collection and knowing it wouldn't be waisted on Tom took the time to share a couple of his pricier ones while they sat in a couple of comfy arm chairs.

Phil sipped his drink, "Sarah's looking amazing these days. I mean she was always a looker but somehow she just seems to get more attractive. Is she doing something we should all know about?"

Tom chuckled "You aren't wrong, I sometimes wonder how I got so lucky. She has started to do more exercise recently and she's been making more of an effort on her looks."

"well I got to say I'm pretty jealous of you. Jo is costing me a fortune in cosmetic surgery."

Tom looked over at the collection of bottles they had just been perusing "I bet that collection costs more than all her surgery put together."

Phil laughed "You aren't wrong but I'd much rather spend it on another amazing bottle. She doesn't need it, I'd love her regardless."

Tom and Phil toasted that. Another incredibly expensive glass later Phil announced that they should probably rejoin the festivities and refreshed Tom's glass before they headed out. They walked together to the conservatory where they caught sight of Sarah talking to a young man Tom didn't know. Phil nudged him with his elbow "I'd step in there mate if I were you. That's Jim Becket, he's a young exec at my office. To be honest I can't stand the guy but sometimes you have to be a bit political about who you invite to these things. Anyway, he has a reputation at the office as a ladies man and he has zero scruples."

"Thanks Phil but I trust Sarah implicitly"

"Well don't say I didn't warn you" he gave Tom a hearty slap on the back and started to move off "Fore warned is fore armed after all" and with a wave he disappeared into the house.

Tom stood transfixed on the sight in front of him for a while. There was nothing particularly untoward going on but under observation it was clearly a man who was interested in a woman, doing his best to charm her and a woman who was being at least a little charmed. Tom's heart was quickening in his chest, his mouth felt dry and his crotch was beginning to stir. That was until someone bumped into him. His focus was broken and awkward apologies were exchanged between himself and the guy who'd backed into him. When he regained his focus he realised he'd lost sight of them. His heart suddenly pounded and his mind instantly went to the darkest place and he had to stop himself from running through the house to catch them doing whatever they might be doing. He took a breath. Of course they hadn't gone into the house as he was stood between them and the way in and Sarah would have seen him. They must have gone outside.

Sure enough they were at the bar the caterers had set up under a shelter. Outside he had a much wider viewing area and he chose to position himself out of view behind some low shrubs with the house to his back. Sarah was distracted talking to someone and he saw Jim make a three fingered gesture at the girl behind the bar. She handed back two drinks, one a bottle of beer and the other clear and sparkling. That fucker is trying to get her drunk thought Tom as he realised the three must have reoffered to shots. He saw her take the drink and sip it. She reacted to it so she knows it's strong but she didn't say anything. Tom was breathing heavily through his nose as his heart pounded and a most unwelcome arousal spread through his crotch.

They were talking again, just the two of them. Jim, led her aside and put his hand on her back. Tom could see his fingers spread out in a subtle caress of her skin that ran down to just above her buttocks and skirted the edge of what was appropriate. He was being openly flirtatious now and while her body language never completely returned his attentions she was clearly having fun, laughing at his jokes and being very friendly. Tom's cock was aching in the confines of his underwear but he dare not adjust it in case someone noticed and accused him of something. He couldn't understand why he wasn't doing anything about it until he saw Sarah put a hand on Jim's upper chest and a wave of excitement shot through him at the thought that she might be interested and that if left untended this might just go somewhere. Oh god, I WANT this to go somewhere.

As if in answer to his unspoken desire, fate stepped in to put an end to the situation. A powerful looking older man with a woman who might well have been his daughter but probably wasn't judging by the way he was gripping her buttocks through a somewhat too short dress for the occasion. Tom could tell what was happening from body language. The interrupter was clearly important enough that he took all of Jim's attention. He must have asked Jim if Sarah was his date as she was gesturing no and even showing her wedding ring. The new chap was clearly taking Jim away somewhere leaving Sarah standing on her own looking flushed. She looked around looking a little guilty, finished her drink in one and headed back to the house. Tom saw his opportunity and went to intercept her. He stepped out in front of her making her jump a little. "Oh, there you are" she exclaimed "I was wondering where you had got to."

Tom didn't say anything but took her by the hand and led her at pace through the house to the snug where he had been drinking with Phil. He had noticed a lock on the door and it was out of the way of the main party. He thankfully found the room to be empty and he closed and locked it behind them. He looked at his wife, she looked worried "Darling what's going on?" she said with concern. He didn't answer her but instead pulled her hard to him and kissed her. Initially she was tense and unsure but soon she relaxed and was returning his kiss with similar passion.

He thrust his hands roughly between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the tiny panties she was wearing. She was soaking wet and he remarked on it. "It's all for you baby" she said breathlessly. She was lying, he knew it. There was no way she'd got this wet so quickly. He had made her like this. She'd been talking to another man and she had got aroused by him, she wanted him. This fuelled his frenzy and he roughly pulled her panties to one side sand began to finger her smooth, sopping wet cunt.

Sarah gripped him and moaned into his shoulder at the rough attention. Before she knew what was going on she had been spun around and bent over the back of the chair that not long ago Tom had enjoyed a pleasant conversation in. She felt him clumsily adjust her underwear and thrust his way into her. His aggression was scary which made the experience all the more thrilling. She began to make noises as he pounded into her and his hand wrapped itself around her mouth to silence her. That just made it sexier and she moaned into her husbands hand and took deep breaths through her nose. So quickly she was close to orgasm but before she could clime that slope she felt Tom spasm and pull her on to him. It was so raw and exciting, if only he'd lasted a few seconds more the feeling would have tipped her over the edge and they could have cum together. His hands released her and he withdrew his cock. Sarah had to put her hand over herself to stop his cum from leaking over the carpet. She quickly put her panties back into place and hoped that they would be enough to stop any embarrassment.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and they heard Phil's voice saying "Is anyone in there? Why is the door locked?"

Tom tucked himself away and looked over at Sarah to make sure she was decent before opening the door. Phil looked at them and into the room before sighing and rubbing his temples "Seriously you two? Why in here of all places? It's like dealing with fucking teenagers."

They both gave their profound apologies and and slinkd away giggling with each other. They agreed that they should probably make a diplomatic exit and called a taxi.