My Wife’s Christmas Affair

Soft music played lightly as we slowly moved across the dance floor. She softened and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, and her body felt supple and sensual. She placed her head tenderly on my chest, and I buried my face in her fragrant hair. It felt tantalizing as her body moved in tandem with mine to the music.

Curiosity of this unexpected warmth began to nibble at my thoughts. She certainly wasn’t this affectionate while dancing with her a just over half hour earlier. Where had she gone, I wondered.

Intrigue finally won over as I pulled away to look into her eyes. They were tender, filled with love and emotion, yet there a hint of uncertainty. Or, was it a mischievous glimpse I saw? I cautiously asked where she had gone. Her answer would change our love life forever.

Christine and I have been married for 16 years. We have adored each other, and have reveled in each other sexually. I was her first and only love, and she had remained faithful throughout our marriage. Because I was the only partner she had ever been with, she had been rather prudish when it came to sex.

I, on the other hand, had a dark fantasy. I wanted to see her make love to another man. I wanted to watch her body tighten and teem with ecstasy bestowed by an amorous and passionate lover. I don’t know why, but I wanted to. We had talked openly about my fantasy, but she had always rebuffed the idea of it becoming a reality.

So, where did she go, I asked her. She brought her left hand around my neck, pulling her lips close to my ear. I could feel her breathy response. “I did it”, she whispered. She kissed my earlobe and paused for a minute to let it sink in. “I had sex with another man and his semen is still inside me.”

WHAT? Who with? my mind began spinning, and how? She hadn’t been gone that long. Emotion flooded through me as the realization of it hit me. I felt a good deal of shock, wonder, and confusion in her actions. There was a tinge of jealousy in her infidelity, and hint of anger of having been left out. But there was even a little bit of admiration of her, and a small pride in knowing I had what someone else wanted. The biggest surprise to me, however, was the immediate and hardest erection it gave me. What she had done had turned me on!

Christine felt it too, growing out between my legs and pressing into her tummy. She must have taken it as a sign of approval, because she giggled and moaned softly as she rubbed her body against my hard-on more firmly. This wasn’t the kind of behavior appropriate for a corporate Christmas party though. She knew it too, and before I had time to ask anything she turned around and began pulling me from the dance floor. We stepped carefully through the crowd, with my hands on her waist, hiding the bulge in my pants between our bodies.

She guided me out to the lobby and found a deserted sofa. As we sat down she snuggled in my arms. “Are you surprised?” she asked. “Duh!” I thought, and couldn’t really come up with an adequate answer. She replied for me, “I’m probably more surprised than you are, though. It just happened, but I didn’t intend for it to.”

“Who was it with?” I asked. “And how? I mean, you weren’t gone that long.”

“First, though, are you mad at me?” Real concern and worry showing through her eyes. I assured her, and took her hand, carefully placing it over the bulge in my pants and replied, “does that feel like I’m mad at you?” She gave me a soft squeeze and I could feel her anxiety dissipate.

“Well, do you remember Richard? He’s Amy’s husband.” Ah, I thought as I nodded, as things started clicking together faster than she could talk. My name is Alex, and I’m the Director of Human Resources for the corporation. I knew Amy from the Sales department; she was a cute blonde in her early thirties, 5’6” and petite. She and her husband, Richard, were from out of town and the company was putting them up in the same hotel that the Christmas party was held at.

“I’d met him a couple of times and gotten to know him at other parties we had come to,” Christine continued. “Being the odd spouses out, we had talked and had a few drinks together. I liked him, and found him attractive, but never…” she sounded as if she were choosing her words carefully. Richard was good looking, or so I’ve been told by other female co-workers. He’s 6’2”, mid thirties with a square set jaw and thick dark hair.

“Tonight was different, though,” she went on. “I had bought a new outfit, for your eyes only, and had been wearing it for you tonight.” My eyes lit up at this new revelation, and her eyes sparkled. “I’ve been feeling extremely sexy and hot,” her index finger started trailing down my shirt. “And lonely…”, she added softly. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to go home earlier.”

Ah, again, I understood as my mind was quickly working. During the last dance before she disappeared, she acted pouty and sullen, and she mentioned wanting to go home. I blew it off as the night was still early and the party was just getting going.

“But I thought you were having fun,” I said, feeling a little confused. “You were dancing with all those guys…” I remembered seeing her out dancing to fast songs with several of my co-workers, and it looked like she was having a good time. Again pride filled my head thinking of having what other’s wanted. Christine was stunning. She was in her mid thirties, but looked ten years younger. She was 5’4”, slender, and had perfect breasts. She seemed oblivious to the stares other men gave her, instead always smiling at them with an infectious smile.

Tonight she was especially gorgeous. She was wearing a smooth, black satin evening gown that showed her curves beautifully. Her blonde hair pinned up in a bun and a gold and black gemmed necklace accented her smooth neck and shoulders. Then I realized something, she had looked seductive. Whatever she was wearing underneath her gown had been affecting her, and it was contagious to the men she was dancing with.

“I was having fun,” she replied, pulling me back to the moment. “But then I danced with Richard. At first I was only dancing to fast songs, saving the slow ones for you.” My ego went up a notch. “But Richard asked me for a slow one, and I accepted. His body felt strong and warm, and his blue eyes were steady. As he pulled me close, I could feel his hard rod pressing into my body, which kind of shocked me. Even so, I started having these thoughts and desires…” she paused to consider her next words, “but it felt a little uncomfortable with them.”

“At the end of the song I felt a little faint, and he asked me to sit with him.