We've been married four years now and love each other dearly. We first met when we worked in the same department store; Amber worked in the cosmetics department and I was head of the Finance department. Following a whirlwind courtship we got married; much to the surprise of most people who know us. Amber is 29 and my junior by 8 years; very pretty, big boobs (34DD), long legs and a flirt/extrovert/Show off while I'm a stereotypical computer geek; thin, balding and wear glasses. I go to the gym and I'm not too bad looking; but Amber was certainly a step out of my normal league.
Even before we got married it was evident that she had a much higher sexual appetite than I had; partly due to my small penis, but we've got around it with plenty of sex toys and my excellent oral skills.
I heard whispers about her being a gold-digger; which may have been true but I didn't care because she's beautiful, sexy and great fun. She certainly enjoyed sex and taught me a thing or two! But as the years went by my libido dipped and I found myself 'turning a blind eye' to her coming home late, slightly dishevelled on Friday or Saturday nights after going dancing with her friends. Some nights her breath was a bit whiffy and at least twice I was aware of her actually came home knickerless; but she always came home.
On the nights she was out I would spend my time on porn sites; sniffing her work knickers and bras, wanking myself crazy; fantasising about what she was getting up to. On mornings after I thought she'd been fucked I would be so turned on I would play with her pussy; fingering her so I could feel another man's cum in her hot hole. One morning she was so wet I couldn't stop myself sliding down the bed and parting her legs. Embarrassed she tried to push me away; but I was determined and pulled her legs apart; to see her pubes were still matted with cum and her pussy stunk of sex. I immediately buried my face in her slit and licked and sucked her clit until she came twice; covering my face with her sticky fluids. We never spoke about it; but it became a regular occurrence over the years; with me adding my own meagre amount after her orgasms.
Sad, I know, but that's how I was or still am.
Three years ago I changed jobs; leaving for a Directors post at a rival company; but Amber stayed where she was because she loved her job and her friends.
About a year ago she got a new manager; Yasir - Yash to his friends, a very dapper tall, handsome and muscular Pakistani who was as camp as a row of tents. He and Amber became great friends immediately; lunching together at first then she began going clubbing with him and his friends every other Friday or Saturday night; and her regular friends on the alternate weeks.
I got to meet him a couple of times and he was charm personified; a real bubbly character and hard to dislike.
We now come up to date; as last Friday was Ambers Company Christmas Party. Just like in my days there it was a fancy dress event; held at a City Centre hotel; with no expense spared.
Amber had bought a very professional looking Snow White outfit that gave me a hard-on when she modelled it for me on the Saturday night. It clung to her body and emphasised her boobs; especially the cleavage and she intended wearing a pair of white seamed stockings and frilly white knickers to complete the look.
Then; over dinner on Tuesday she told me that a friend of mine, the new Head of the finance department had dropped out because his mother was ill; and they both thought it a good idea if I took his place. I was puzzled; but the joke was on me as David had intended going as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and his assistants were going as other characters.
I laughingly refused at first; but after Amber pouted and produced the costume from a sports bag; I knew I had no way out. After dinner and a second large glass of wine I relented and tried the costume on. While David and I are roughly the same physique, he is a rugby player with a manly beard; whereas I have a 'soft, almost pretty' appearance. Dave would have looked ironic; but when I checked myself in the mirror; I looked like I was born to wear such a dress and wig. As I was admiring myself I spotted my wife grinning in the doorways.
"You look cute." She smiled and wolf-whistled. "I've got an idea." Stunned I just watched as she rummaged in her bedside cabinet.
"Ta da!" She chuckled as she produced a pair of white thigh high stockings. "Put these on and see what you look like."
"I don't think so." I grimaced.
"Oh, puuurleeease." She pouted as she dangled them in front of me, "and some proper knickers too."
The next I knew was she had wrestled me onto the bed and was pulling my jockey shorts down.
