Halloween parties at my wife's office are basically mundane and to be honest: boring. The office staff were in their usual ass-kissing manner. Their spouses were a bit uppity, or their conversations were uninteresting to me, and their costumes were typical, but not sexy.
My wife, Amy insists we go every year and I oblige her. Her position as staff and human resources manager sets her among the top management level. So, you get a snapshot of our predicament.
But, back to the Halloween party story.
Amy and I decided on gangster costumes, and we ordered them a month in advance. Amy’s dress was the Roaring Twenties style, a white flap dress. Mine was a three-piece suit.
When the costumes arrived, Amy had hers altered to fit at a local seamstress. When the dress arrived from the seamstress, it fit her well, except it was short in length. Not much, but above mid-thigh. She complained it was too short and too tight. I liked it and told Amy it was sexy. Normally, she wore a conservative and professional dress code at work. She was not thrilled because it could cause a stir among the staff. I told her that I didn’t think we would get kicked out.
Amy decided it was too late to make any changes and we went to the party, arriving early, to avoid making an entrance.
One surprise Amy had up her sleeve, rather, under her dress: white thong panties. The dress fit her tightly and the outline of her ass showed. I tried to have her go bra-less, but that wasn't going to happen. I didn't know if this would get her a promotion or fired. But it caused some stir among a few wives and most of the men in attendance.
There were finger foods and cocktails available and we had a few drinks during the night.
Several times, I would catch eyes checking out Amy's ass. It wasn't only men looking. Once or twice, I saw the district manager's wife eyeing Amy and she knew I caught her. She quickly turned away each time. Naturally, I mentioned it to Amy. She told me, according to the office gossip, the woman was known to be promiscuous.
Her husband traveled to the corporate headquarters in another city, once every few months for quarterly meetings. She would remain at home, entertaining a guest or two, according to the gossip.
Of course, I took the liberty of checking out this woman. She stood approximately five-foot-seven, blonde hair, and well built. For the party, she wore a historical nurse's uniform that fit her well. The white bib covered her breasts, but I could tell they were large. Amy saw me checking her out and I'm sure she caught me doing it more than once.
Amy asked me what I thought about her, and I mentioned something about being too expensive for me. And I was likely too old for her, because I noticed her chatting with a younger guy. So, I asked Amy about him. She said he was a new computer programmer and assisted with computer-related problems. He wasn't nerdy looking and not the athletic type, but he looked like he was fresh out of high school.
As the evening wore on, I noticed the manager's wife and the geek were missing. I decided to walk around and see what I could find out. I tapped Amy's shoulder and informed her of my intentions.