...with a bit of slapstick

Looking at my wife as she put down the empty glass in front of her gulping once more to let the last of my cum from her ass glide down into her belly, I could see that the evening had taken its toll on her. Her hair was now quite a mess with several loose strands hanging down. The makeup was slightly smeared around her mouth and her face was glistening with grease and sweat. Her face looked quite exhausted and tired as she stood there a little wobbly in a puddle of her own cum. I took her by the arm to lead her back to our seats and with every second step she took her cum drenched shoe gave of a squishing sound and left a wet spot on the floor.

We were only getting a few steps away from the mess we left when I heard Gloria's voice shouting for Brooke. Her final act on stage this evening was finished and she probably wanted to party now herself. We stopped in our tracks watching Gloria briskly walk over to us in long confident strides. Until she reached the puddle next to our standing table that is. There her face suddenly transformed and a surprised wide eyed look replaced her usual smug grin. She slipped on her heels through the puddle and wiped out landing her well rounded ass right in the middle of Brooke's slimy white sauce.

I had to laugh out loud as my wife stared at her boss in shock who was already scrambling onto her legs again. Gloria's nice red dress now had a massive wet cum stain on her ass. Gloria examined the substance wiping her fingers through the wet spot and then rubbing the residue between her fingers smelling it.

I suppressed my chuckling as Brooke gave me a horrified look but Gloria quickly found her countenance again looking at me then at Brooke and back again.

I gave her a smug smile in my drunk state while Brooke looked down and blushed hard.

Gloria **** her smile back onto her face and said: "Well, somebody should come clean that up I guess. I asume you haven't quite followed my speech guys?"

I shook my head with a grin while Brooke started to stutter an appology: "Gloria, I....I am so sorry about your dress...."

I rolled my eyes at the foolishness of my wife admitting the deed but thankfully Gloria cut her off as well putting her hand on Brooke's arm in a calming gesture.

"It is all fine sweety. The drycleaner has handled worse stains in the past I assure you." Turning to me she added: " Since all my official duties for this night are done I was wondering if you guys wanted to crack another bottle of champagne with me and hit the dancefloor?!", She was excitedly shaking her hips to the distant music trying to animate us to party with her completely ignoring her cum soaked ass.

I looked over to Brooke who gave me a tired and pleading look which could only mean that she was too exhausted and tired to stay much longer.

"Erm...." I started trying to make up my mind about what to do.