The party was in full swing. The year 2009 was coming to an end and had only an hour and a half left before it would be replaced by a new decade. Everywhere in the hotel's grand hall were black tuxedos and dresses of various colors. The loudspeakers were playing music, a large buffet was still on a long table and waiters dressed in white coats with bowties walked around with platters, serving champagne. Wayne and Erica had split up and were talking to friends. Their 10-year anniversary as husband and wife was in two months and three weeks. They had gotten married at the ages of 26 and 28 in 2000. Wayne was tall, fairly muscular and had short, brown hair. Erica was slightly shorter, had brown hair and a terrific figure which nearly a decade of marriage, including her carrying and giving birth to fraternal twins, had had no effect on. At the party, Wayne wore a black tux while Erica had rolled her otherwise neck-long hair into a bun and wore a long, black, strapless dress, black heels, long, black silk gloves, emerald earrings and a beautiful silver necklace. They bumped into each other when they both went to the buffet table to get more champagne.
"Erica," Wayne said.
Being only a few feet away, Erica turned.
"Honey!"
They hugged affectionately and kissed each other quickly.
"Happy new year, sweetheart," she said.
"You too. Having fun?"
"Yeah. You?"
Wayne made a so-so gesture with his hand.
"Why?"
"I haven't seen a lot of you the past hour."
"I've been with Maria."
"Who was that woman next her, with the green dress and black hair?"
Erica grinned and chuckled.
"That's her cousin from Illinois, Warren, aka Wanda."
Wayne was briefly shocked. Since he met Erica, he'd never been attracted to another woman, but the disguise was brilliant.
"She's a man?"
"Look," Erica said and pointed discreetly to a potted plant where Warren/Wanda stood and talked to a man who was clearly flirting with him, either because he was gay or because he simply hadn't yet noticed the Adam's apple on his throat. Wayne and Erica laughed together.
"That's some dress-up," Wayne said impressed.
"How about this one," Erica said slightly seductively and backed away a few inches from him to display her dress.
"You look fantastic," Wayne said and kissed her hand.
"You too," Erica answered.
"You look way better. Women have more options when dressing up for parties like this. Men, on the other hand, just put on a tux and a gallon of aftershave and we're done."
Erica smiled and looked at a large clock on the wall.
"One hour and 15 minutes to 2010. How does it feel?"
"It's been a good decade, hasn't it? We've married, had children. How are they, by the way?"
"I went to check on them maybe half an hour ago. They were playing with the other kids peacefully when I left, but something tells me the sugar shock will get to them in a while after which they'll pass out on the floor."
The loudspeakers started playing Leona Lewis.
"Want to dance," Wayne asked. Erica took his arm, walked with him to the dance floor and started dancing with him, her hand on his shoulder and his hand on her waist.
After dancing a while, she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear:
"What do you say we go somewhere more private?"
She very discreetly placed her hand on his groin and gently squeezed it, smiling as she felt his dick growing bigger and harder.
"Our room," Wayne suggested, taking her hint.
She grinned widely, exposing her beautiful, white teeth.
"You have a keycard?"
"Yeah, do you?"
She nodded.
"I'll meet you up there."
