Brad and Beth were leaving a party hosted by one of the Senior VPs at the firm where Brad worked. He was flattered he and his wife were invited. This was the first time they had been invited to such a high-level gathering. It was held at a large house in Great Falls. At the party, he admired his elegant five-seven, twenty-eight-year-old wife. She was dressed fetchingly in a mid-thigh, figure-hugging tight dress, with a neckline cut low enough to display the tops of her braless 34B breasts. Wearing 2" heels she was almost the same height as her thirty-two-year-old husband.
They enjoyed the chance to meet new people. Beth always mixed well with his coworkers, either at parties or after-work happy hours. He noticed earlier Beth having an animated conversation with one of his VPs, Jack Warner. Mr. Warner was in his mid-fifties, with a slim build and a distinguished commanding presence benefiting a corporate executive. He was a few inches taller than Beth and it was obvious Beth was giving him a good view of her pert breasts. Brad wasn’t jealous but proud his hot-looking wife attracted the attention of a successful older man like Mr. Warner. His mind drifted to their earlier party when Rex first hit on her leading to her willing seduction. He couldn’t banish the images of his wife wantonly surrendering her body to a guy like Rex.
As the night wore on, he noticed some of the other executives were acting very solicitously with younger wives. One of the VPs was talking to a very attractive blond. She was shorter than Beth and about her age. She was not shy about showing her cleavage. They were standing very close. The older man leaned in and whispered in her ear. It must have been something funny because she laughed and playfully slapped his arm. The next time he looked their way they had gone.
He thought about looking for Beth but didn’t want to intrude on her conversation with Mr. Warner. He went out to the pool deck to take in the crisp fall air. The pool was covered for the season, so he was the only one there. He was in the shadows drinking a beer. He noticed motion from inside the pool house. The lights were off so he couldn’t tell who it was or what they were doing. The door to the pool house opened and a man about Brad’s age exited. A couple was kissing just inside the threshold. Then they joined the other man. It was the same blond and the VP! The younger man must be her husband! The trio walked to the house. He fantasized about Beth going to the pool house with Mr. Warner.
He went back inside and was going to look for his wife just as Beth and Mr. Warner entered from downstairs. She had an odd expression, a mixture of relaxation and friction.
The older executive said to the younger man, “Brad, my apologies for monopolizing your sexy wife. This is the first time we’ve had a chance to get to get better acquainted and the time just slipped away.”
“That’s quite alright. Beth and I like to mingle and she knows I’m not possessive.”
Mr. Warner said to Beth, “It’s been delightful. You’re such a charming and sexy young woman. I’m looking forward to lunch.”
‘Lunch? What’s that all about?’
Beth said, “Brad doesn’t mind, do you, honey?” She continued with slight tension in her voice, “I’m looking forward to continuing our conversation over lunch.”
They were walking back to their car and Brad slid his hand from his wife’s waist to one of her succulent globes. She didn’t react the way she normally does. He couldn’t figure out what was going on. Normally, Beth was animated after a few glasses of wine, and he was pretty sure Mr. Warner hit on her. Usually, that turned her on, but not tonight.
They reached their car and Brad gallantly opened the door for his wife. Her dress slid past mid-thigh as she settled into her seat. She didn’t lower her hemline. Brad buckled in and glanced appreciably at his wife's legs. He caressed her thigh, moving under the hem of her dress eagerly anticipating the hot sex that awaited him.
She put her hand over his and stopped his caress. She practically exploded, “That fucking Mr. Warner!”
“Why are you so upset? Did he hit on you?”
“The term ‘hit on me’ is an understatement. But that’s not all.”
“Is it having lunch? You’ve had business lunches before.”
“It’s not that kind of lunch.” She opened her legs and forcibly thrust his hand further up her skirt until he felt heat emanating from her cunt and wetness on her thong, “It’s this kind. Mr. Warner is going to get some of your wife’s pussy. Just like Rex.”
Brad was confused, “You’re going to fuck him?”
“Of course I’m going to fuck him! Did you think it was going to end when Rex was transferred? This is all your fault.”
“How is it my fault?”
“This whole thing started when you wanted Rex to feel me and turn me on. I told you it wasn’t a good idea. But you insisted and then you passed out and left me alone with him. And all those other things happened.”
“We’ve been over that. But that doesn’t explain Mr. Warner. What happened?”
“We’re almost home. We can talk about it then. I don’t want to distract you from paying attention to your driving.”
They rode the short rest of the way in silence while Brad fantasized about Beth fucking the older executive.
When they arrived home, Beth pulled him close and gave him a passionate kiss, "I need to freshen up. Get me another glass of wine. We can relax on the couch and I’ll tell you what happened.”
Brad gazed at his sexy wife's ass as she went down the hallway.
‘What happened? She’s not pissed? Is the thought of fucking Mr. Warner turning her on?’
She joined her husband on the couch. When she sat down her dress rode high on her thighs. She smiled and shifted one leg under the other giving him a good shot up to her thong. Brad handed her a glass of wine and placed his hand midway on her firm thigh. She guided his hand under the hem where he sensed the warmth of her arousal.
She said, "Thanks, honey. I needed to calm down.”
“I can understand. Tell me what happened between you and Mr. Warner.”
Beth began her narrative, “It started innocently enough. I was mingling with some of your co-workers I met before and he approached me to introduce himself. We were making small talk. He was asking me about my job. He’s very engaging and easy to talk to. I was flattered an attractive successful businessman like Mr. Warner was giving me that much attention.”
Brad said, “He is pretty smooth.”
She took a sip of wine and continued, “You're right. He’s not at all like Rex. I didn’t mind when he was checking out my ass or looking down my dress. I was glad I was braless so he could get a good view of my breasts.”
“That’s certainly a different attitude than when Rex first hit on you.”
“I think we agree we’ve come a long way since then. That’s when I let down my guard. We walked through the house talking to other people. After a while, I realized we were in a secluded section of the downstairs and there wasn’t anyone else around. I was even a little turned on being alone with him. I guess I was thinking about those times when I was alone with Rex.”
Brad caressed under her skirt until he lightly touched her slit. Moisture was seeping through the thin fabric of her thong.
“When we walked through the house, he had his hand on my waist. A couple of times it drifted down to my hip.”
“What was your reaction?”
“I didn’t do anything. I liked it when he lightly caressed me. I was becoming attracted to him.”
Brad didn’t say anything. He continued caressing his wife under her skirt.
“We were standing close to each other and while he caressed my hip he told me how hot I looked in my tight dress. Then he slid his hand from my hip to my ass.”
“Did you move away?”
“No honey, I let him feel me. He said, ‘Rex was right, just a thong.’ I just told him it felt good and was glad he liked it. We were standing next to a decorative table, and I leaned my elbows on the top and pressed my ass against his hand. He nuzzled the back of my neck just like Rex did in our kitchen. I was trying to be quiet but might have moaned a little.
“God Beth this is so hot. Just like Rex.” Brad nipped her earlobe and kissed the erogenous zone at the juncture of her collarbone.
She moaned, “Honey that feels so good. Mr. Warner was using his tongue just like that. We stayed in that position for a few minutes. He used his other hand to reach into my dress and feel my breasts. I told him how good it felt.”
Brad lightly caressed the tops of the breasts before sliding his hand to her nipples. They immediately sprang erect. “Was he feeling you like this.”
She arched her back pushing her breast into his hand. “God you’re turning me on. He played with my nipples just like that.”
Brad reached around her back to unfasten her dress. He undid the clasp and pulled the zipper down. He lowered her dress to her waist to expose her breasts. He admired the way they stood high on her chest with small pink fully erect nipples.
He took them in his hands, “I imagine he liked like the feel of your tits.”
“He didn’t pull my dress down but said Rex was right. I was getting turned on thinking about Rex and Mr. Warner talking about my body.”
“We’re home so we can do more. I’m sure Mr. Warner was thinking how you would look with your dress pulled down.”
Beth continued, “He pressed his cock into my hip and told me how turned I was making him. I let him feel me some more and stood up and turned around to face him. He was feeling my breasts and said Rex told him some good things about me. I batted my eyelashes and said in a coy voice, ‘What kind of things Mr. Warner?’”
“What did he say?”
Beth exploded, “Rex told him I was a hot fuck! What kind of fucking company do you work for? I was trying my best to make you proud. I knew what he was trying to do and it was turning me on. I was wondering when he would get around to setting something up and even fantasized about fucking him. But a hot fuck! What kind of seduction is that!”
Brad didn’t know what to say. He guessed Rex probably said something to the VPs but calling his wife a ‘hot fuck’ was a bit much. He asked her, “What did you do? You didn’t seem upset when you came back upstairs.”
“If it’s one thing we learned with Rex is we can’t be intimidated. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to act shocked. But I didn’t fall for it. I just said, ‘He really called me a hot fuck? What else did he say?’”