HUSBAND’S BOSS – PT 1 – OFFICE PARTY

It was Frank’s first big office party since joining this firm, and he was excited to be in a social setting with his boss and his new co-workers. I could tell it was important to him, so I wanted to dress to impress. I went with a red wrap around dress that ties around the neck, then drapes across the front of my body, with a very low back, and ending about mid-thigh. It was the type of dress you simply can’t wear underwear with, so I didn’t.

I’m reasonably attractive for mid-30’s, and fairly well endowed, with a 34DD bust and narrow waist, which tends to make my tits look even bigger. Wearing this dress allowed them to bob and sway under the sheer material when I walked, which is sexy as hell and definitely makes the room take notice.

We arrived at Frank’s boss’ house and the party was well underway. After initial introductions to his boss, Ben, and several co-workers, Frank began working the room while I stood slightly off the side and enjoyed watching people enjoy themselves and each other at the party.

After about 15 minutes, Ben slid up next to me and began chatting me up with his arm casually draped across my shoulder. As we talked, he let his arm slip down to my waist, and then gradually slide down to my ass. I noticed, but didn’t react, as I wanted to impress Frank’s boss and help his standing in the new firm. Ben took this as encouragement, and began softly squeezing my ass cheeks while we continued our small talk.

About 5 minutes later, Ben unobtrusively slipped his hand back up toward my waist…. But he didn’t stop there. His hand continued up to the side of my dress and slipped inside, caressing the side of my right boob. Again, I didn’t react, and – again, taking this as encouragement – he began massaging my right tit, occasionally pulling on the nipple, which was making it rigid and sensitive, and getting the juices flowing between my legs.

We continued our small talk, chatting about Ben’s firm and Frank’s new role, while Ben’s hand worked its magic on my tit. After a few minutes of this, Ben took his hand out from the side of my dress. I was surprised at my level of disappointment, but he had definitely gotten my engine running, and removing his hand seemed to be shifting me into a lower gear.

To my surprise, Ben didn’t completely remove his hand, he merely shifted it down to the back of my dress, and while we continued to stand off the side, chatting and watching the party around us, he reached under my dress and found my dripping cun.