Our naughty night at wifes' work evening - Sex Stories

Our naughty night at wifes' work evening

... collapse back down over her backside. I shot out the car and round to her. I put my hands around on to her firm arse and pulled her into me and gave her a passionate kiss. She could feel my bulge in my trousers as I pushed up against her. ‘Why don’t we make our own entertainment tonight, I’m feeling pretty naughty?’ ‘Oh hell yes.’ I replied. She took me by the hand and we made our way to the entrance. We were greeted at the main hall with champagne. The woman on the front desk informed us that there was a valet service, which we could have drove to the entrance and they would have taken care of the parking for us. Not to worry, I thought, thinking I wouldn’t have witnessed my wife’s flash if otherwise. I handed my keys and details over as to use advantage of it for when we left. We entered through to one of the rooms off from the main hall. Around 100 people usually attend this event. There were a few big round tables for people to socialise over. A large buffet table along one of the walls and on the opposite side was the bar. There were waiters walking round handing out cocktails and champagne to the guests. We headed over to meet up with her boss and his wife and after a quick chat we made our way round the clients the wife had to talk to. I could see the males trying to keep their eyes off of her cleavage as she talked business to them. It was turning me on that they were undressing her with their eyes hoping to not get caught by their partners. My wife was playing all ...

... for it knowing she had plenty of attention. She stroked her hand over my leg when she had the chance and kept giving me her seductive smile as the night went on. ‘I’m just going to freshen up, I shan’t be long and I’ll meet you at the bar.’ She said. I took a seat at the bar towards the corner of the room and ordered a couple of drinks, champagne for the wife and a soft drink for myself. I sat faced looking out to the room, watching everyone. The bar attendant placed the drinks on the bar behind me, I reached around and grabbed my drink and as I turned back I clocked my wife walking towards me. She had a smirk on her face, with a small bit of her tongue stuck out trapped between her teeth. As she carried on walking towards me she popped open her handbag and grabbed something from it and clenched it in her hand. She leant across me and whispered in my ear, ‘I think you deserve to keep hold of these for the rest of the night.’ She slid her hand in the inside of my jacket pocket as she reached for her champagne with the other hand. I knew immediately what she had done. I instantly went hard at the thought. She turned and stood with her back to me, a little to the right as to block anyone from seeing as I reached in my jacket pocket and sure enough pulled out her little black panties. My wife was now pantyless, in her little black dress, at her works evening. What a turn on. She didn’t turn around but whispered to me, ‘You like?’ She knew full well I did. ‘You are pure filth.’ I ...