Cathy said she wanted to wow me. And WOW me she did.

She was in a long black evening dress and black heels. The dress was slit up the right side to just above her knee, the back of the dress exposed her beautiful back, and the front was a scooped cowl that stopped about three inches from her neck. I almost hopped her bones right then and there.

“Catherine Theresa Jennings! My God, you are absolutely ravishing. You should be on the cover of those rich ladies’ magazines. I have never in my life seen a woman more beautiful, never,”

Cathy turned slowly around, then curtsied. She stood there holding her matching clutch purse with both hands just below her waist.

“I bought this just after you brought me home. I hoped on a special occasion, with your job, I would wear it and make you so proud of me. Thank you for making me feel beautiful,” she said, with tears in her eyes; she was so proud.

“Maybe I should have brought a baseball bat for tonight. You are gorgeous times ten, Kitten,” I kissed her lightly on her lips.

“Go for it, Lover. They billed this as smudge-free. I thought if it didn’t smudge with my man, they got something. Carl, when you kiss me, you get INTO it and KISS me. Just thinking about your kisses makes my knees weak,” she pretended she was going to faint.

We got off the elevator, and every head in the lobby turned. Cathy looked down, smiling, and blushed. She hooked her arm in mine, and we walked toward the ballroom. We had queued up behind other couples. Each couple, including us, was greeted by name and escorted to an assigned table.

After we were seated, I went to the bar for our drinks. Three men and four women were bartending. They were dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, and a black bowtie. I asked them to stand together for a photo, and they readily obliged. They looked quite professional.

I ordered my lady a gin and tonic with a lemon twist and asked for my Scotch. The lady filling my order didn’t ask or say a word. She poured two fingers of the liquid gold into the cocktail glass and added an ice cube.

She looked up after she had prepared our drinks, and I was looking at her, amazed. She leaned over the bar and said quietly, “You are so attentive to your wife. I remember both of you and will if you come back to stay with us in ten years.

I started to reach into my pocket, but she shook her head. “It was a pleasure to watch both of you.” She went to her next customer.

I handed Cathy her gin and sat down. She had an odd look on her face.

“Yes?” I was confused.

“Do I have to explain to a barmaid that you are my husband and you belong to me, Period?” Her feathers were ruffled.

“Catherine, calm down. She was commenting on how well we look after each other. Nothing more,” It helped a little.

“I’ll pull her bleached hair out by the roots,” Cathy was still wound up.

“I love you, Kitten,” I kissed her cheek.

“You’re my man, and no woman is taking you. I’m selfish and possessive.” Cathy sipped her drink but kept an eye on the bartender.

The band started with their theme song, and the place went crazy. We had not heard of them, but they must be popular. They were rockin’, and the dance floor was rockin’ with dancers.

Our table was in a corner, and the majority of the loud music was buffered, but we still had to lean into each other to be heard. I bent over as though I was going to say something, but I licked her ear instead. Cathy looked under the table.

The band stopped just as I started to ask her, “What are you looking for?”

“You lick my ear like that – I’m looking for my panties,” she pretended to pant.

The band had regrouped and started a slow number. I offered my hand to Cathy; she put her hand in mine, and we stepped onto the floor.

I put my arm around her and held her close to me. I had my arm properly at her waist as we danced. She moved it up so I could feel her bare back.

“Oooh, my man’s strong hand. Carl, I haven’t asked, but how do you stay so strong?” Cathy asked.

“The truth is, I go to a gym every Tuesday and Thursday. Then every other Wednesday, I go for judo instructions. Obviously, I have been truant this week, but I will get back to it after we get things settled at work. Would you want to come with me? You don’t have to work out or anything,” we continued dancing.

“Mmmm, to see you half-naked, muscles bulging, except one, sweating,” Cathy started to fan herself with her left hand. “That vision made my panties wet, she gently blew into my ear.

The tune ended, and we sat down. The band announced that the food bar is officially open. We watched as the men and a few women attacked the food. Cathy and I looked at each other, grinning. We waited for the line and commotion to die down.

The Swan really put on the dog for the party. They had roast beef and pork for sandwiches, hot wings, stuffed potatoes, ravioli, buns, and white and rye bread. At the end of the table were assorted desserts. I could feel my waistband tightening on my slacks.

We took our plates to the table, I held the chair for Cathy, and said I would go for our drinks. Cathy gave me a look, then looked at the bartender. Cathy growled a little but smiled. The bartender had the drinks ready for me when I got to the bar. I thanked her and went back to the table.

When I sat down, Cathy moved the tablecloth and looked at my crotch. I looked at her with a stern expression.

“Just checking,” she patted my crotch and kissed my cheek.

“Carl, I am joking about this – a little. If anyone would come after me, you’d step in. I want you to understand, I love you and you alone and would fight for you. I’ve never been possessive of anyone until you.” Cathy’s expression was filled with love and a strong sincerity.

The band started up again with another announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you have only one hour left of this year. So get your resolutions for next year ready to go into effect.” Then they opened with a nice slow dance number. Many people had just gotten their food, and the bar was a little slow.

Cathy and I got up to dance. She must have added a little perfume behind her ears because it was floating up to my brain and causing damage. I moved my nose closer to her neck and inhaled.

“What is the name of your perfume, baby?” I was still sniffing her neck.

“It’s called Simply Yours. Do you like it?” she giggled.

“You are about to be accosted right here, right now. I love it, but it’s messing up my mind, woman,” I inhaled deeply.

“It’s supposed to, now move your hand to my butt. This is the part of the party to get your man wound up for the “fireworks” later,” she pushed her pelvis into my groin.

We danced and drank the last hour of the year away. The band was playing hot music, getting the partygoers up for the countdown. Everyone was dancing and yelling as the year was ending.

Cathy and I looked at each other and grinned.

“Upstairs now, for the fireworks at midnight?” she yelled into my ear.

I gave her a thumbs up. There were ten minutes left, so Cathy and I ran from the room to the elevator. We had a non-stop ride to the top floor. We hurried down the hall to our bridal suite.

Cathy was setting up the table and chairs on the balcony, so I grabbed the champagne and glasses. We waited. Cathy found a station counting down the final minutes of the year. There were three minutes left.

I was in the position to pop the cork, and Cathy stood in front of me.

The man on the radio added to the excitement.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

I popped the cork and placed the bottle on the table. Cathy and I embraced and kissed passionately. So much more than we ever had. Over the airwaves, the recording of Guy Lombardo’s band was playing “Auld Lang Syne” as it had since the forties. The fireworks from the park were a visual sign of what we felt at that moment.

We watched the fireworks for a few minutes. We turned to each other and looked into one another's eyes. Our desire was taking over, and we didn’t try to stop it. Cathy and I kissed and held each other so close. Every ounce of our love for each other was flowing through our bodies. When our lips parted, we looked into each other’s eyes.

I poured our champagne as we watched the lead-up to the finale of the fireworks. Cathy and I watched them with our arms around each other. We clinked our glasses and took our first sip for the new year.

“What are you up to? Are you planning a mischief?” Cathy pinched my butt.

“No, not really a mischief,” I sat down and sipped my drink. Cathy sat on my lap.

“I’m trying to romance my wife, that’s not mischievous, right?” I asked innocently.

“With you, I’m never sure what you're up to.” Cathy turned to me, and we kissed again.

“Carl, I hope this doesn’t kill your plans, but I would rather not get into the hot tub tonight. Tomorrow we can spend the day in it, but just not tonight,” she asked sheepishly.

“Thank you. I didn’t want to include the hot tub in our private New Year’s party,” I pulled her to me and kissed her.

The radio was playing upbeat music, and everyone was in a party mood at the beginning of the new year. I wasn’t in the mood for that. I thought a lit candle on the balcony and soft romantic music would be nice to start our new year.

“Kitten, how about lighting the candle, and we’ll find some soft romantic music? We can sit here, enjoy the view, and the music, and I can have a romantic time with my bride,” I smiled at her.

“Mmmm, Carl, that sounds lovely. If you light the candle, I’ll look for a soft music station. I love this idea,” we kissed softly.

I filled our glasses and handed one to Cathy. The music was soft, I took her in my arms, and we danced, sipped champagne, and kissed. Cathy gently blew into my ear, and I kissed her neck. Another sip of our drink emptied our glasses. We set them on the table and danced.

The tune ended, I sat in my chair, and Cathy sat on the table. Her expression was passionate and alluring. I moved my chair closer to the table and moved her legs apart. Cathy inhaled and sighed. I kissed the inside of the nylon-covered thigh, and Cathy moaned her approval.

She leaned back to pull her dress up higher and spread her legs farther apart. She closed her eyes as my face disappeared between her legs. I kissed and licked her inner thighs; Cathy cooed as the sensations began to excite her.

“Carl, take my panties off,” her tone was seductive. She leaned back and raised her hips just enough for me to slide them off.

She moved closer to the edge of the table and lay back. I held her legs as I lightly touched her pussy lips with my tongue. Cathy moaned quietly, “Happy New Year to me,” as she put her hands on my head.

I slowly slid my tongue between her pussy lips. Cathy moaned louder and pulled her legs closer to her tits. I caressed her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. When I squeezed her tits, Cathy put her hands on mine to encourage me to squeeze harder.

Cathy’s sweet precum began trickling onto my tongue. It acted like a drug. I licked and lapped up and down her pussy and poked my tongue into her pussy. Cathy was groaning with desire as my tongue searched her pussy, I wanted more of the precious liquid.

I captured Cathy’s clit between my lips and let my tongue glide back and forth over it. She pushed my face into her pussy, her groan was almost like a growl, “Oh yes, now,” as her pussy squirted my face. I lapped and licked as much of her cum as fast as I could. I had to hold her legs because she was squirming and thrashing around the table.

Cathy’s body stiffened, her back arched, and her tummy tightened. She groaned almost with relief as her pussy released the last stream of cum. Cathy gently lay back on the table, panting.

“No more, baby, please,” as she pushed me away from her.

“Can I kiss your tummy?” I asked with a mischievous grin.

“No, no, no, no, no, bad boy, behave yourself. God, that was great, baby. Your Kitten and Little Kitty are happy girls,” Cathy inhaled and exhaled slowly.

I lay her legs over my shoulders because her butt was at the end of the table. Cathy gave me a look that said, “Behave”, when she caught me looking at her glistening pussy hair.

“Carl, help me up, please. I have to - Do Not Tickle Me – freshen up,” Cathy said, more of a warning, I think.

As her feet hit the floor, she was off like a shot to the bathroom. I used the time to refill our glasses. I sat in the chair waiting for Cathy.

To be continued