a married man

You call your wife, to see if she wants to go out tonight. To your relief, she 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 - but then there aren't that many options for men. You opt in the end for a different pair of trousers, with a shirt but no tie.

In the taxi, you look across at your wife. She has gone for the safe option of a little black dress - good for any occasion. Smiling, you stroke her sexy bare thigh. She seems to be eyeing your crotch and you feel yourself growing stiffer by the minute. You are almost tempted to pay the cabbie off, so that you can get out, take her behind a hedge and fuck her 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 his gorgeous wife. I'm Gordon, Come in, let me fix you a drink."

So this is Melissa's husband. So much for smart-casual - you feel a little bit under-dressed. Fortunately, you see Melissa approaching and she is not dressed nearly so informally. 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 great legs - long and evenly tanned. She also has an impressive pair of breasts squeezed into that vest top.

As your eyes are wondering, they are suddenly drawn back to your wife, when she starts suddenly. You are sure that as she walked past Gordon, you saw him pinch her backside. But she doesn't say anything and then suddenly Melissa is there saying:

"John! So good of you to come. And this must be your lovely wife" She walks up to your wife, drink in hand, and gives her a one handed hug. Then she gives you a hug, but you are sure that this time the hand without the drink, gave your 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," your wife reminds you, "Anyway, you haven't looked over there yet."

You follow her gaze. There you see, in another corner of the room, 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.

"That's Melanie, our secretary," you say informatively.

"Hmmm, I was more interested in the guy she was talking to."

For the first time, you notice that Martin, the good-looking black guy from IT is standing over her, 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 his first day, I nominate John to choose a game.

"Make it a rude one," comments Gordon.

"Don't you dare," says your wife.

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.