We had been doing this for years, my wife and I. Sipping on champagne in the back of Jim's limousine, on our way to yet another event. This one was a certified black tie affair, cocktails in the early hours and then dinner and awards to follow. A successful career in advertisement has its perks, and a fully compensated evening at a five star resort - I would think - qualifies as one.
These galas never seemed to bother her, that was for certain. Elizabeth looked absolutely gorgeous sitting snugly next to me, her legs crossed sexily in a tight black dress. She was smiling wide amidst a phone conversation with Lindsey, a friend of hers, who was also on her way to the party. At thirty-five years of age you might think a woman would be starting to display signs of weathering, but this certainly wasn't the case for my wife. Lizzy is a beautiful long haired brunette, curvaceous yet trim, her breasts and ass pop in any outfit she sees fit to wear. She has large natural tits that have maintained an unprecedented amount of perkiness despite their size. Her ass is plump but solid, maintained by a healthy exercise regiment. Reigning atop her feminine curves is a stunningly attractive face, a pale skinned hazel eyed beauty with luscious lips. By day my wife is a teacher at a local elementary school, but on her way into the city for an evening with socialites, she looks more a world class model.
"About fifteen minutes out, folks." Jim's voice crackled over the intercom. As I mentioned, my wife and I do this quite often. Four or five times a year my presence is required at an awards ceremony, a speaking event, or simply a holiday party. My company schedules and covers the travel expense, and for whatever reason Jim has been our limo driver for every one, seemingly every one for the last six or seven years. He's an older gentleman, and has been with his company for the majority of his adult life. He's tall, black and with a goatee that was beginning to show some strands of gray. His build is lean and somewhat lanky, but hes certainly not an unattractive man. Over the years he had become very comfortable with the two of us - especially Liz. My wife wasn't especially flirtatious by nature, but for whatever reason she made an exception for Jim.
Her flirtations with him weren't exactly surprising to be honest. Surviving these nights often called for the consumption of alcohol, lots of it in our case. As a result the drives home were exceedingly carefree, risque even. Couple the lowered inhibitions with my wife's poorly hidden attraction to black men, her flirtations with Jim were all but unsurprising. Although Liz had never dated or been with a black man before, sexually, I had teased her into an admission over our years together. Whenever she mentioned a celebrity crush it would often be a black man, and when I would catch her leering in public, an admittedly rare occurrence - it was quite usually towards a man with darker complexion. For whatever reason, it didn't bother me - on some perverse level, I almost found it arousing. It was exciting to know that I married a woman who wasn't hung up on societal and social norms, a woman who wasn't afraid of a little so-called taboo.
There had been a couple times when my wife and I had engaged in a bit of naughty fun in the back of Jim's limousine. On one occasion Liz had massaged my dick through my slacks in a state of drunken arousal. Another time I couldn't stop fondling her tits, pawing at them while kissing her furiously, eventually reaching into her panties to rub her to a small but shuddering orgasm. Both of these experiences happened in plain sight right here in the back of the limo, and on both occasions, I was nearly certain Jim had been watching. I distinctly recall his knowing smile, almost congratulatory, when we arrived back home. I would always tip him well, especially on those evenings - it never hurt to reinforce someones propensity for discretion.
As the memory faded from mind the limo came to a stop at our venue, and the door closest to Liz opened.
She put the phone in her clutch and shuffled to the edge of the seat, extending her leg to begin to take her first step exiting the back of the limo. Unfortunately as she stepped out her stiletto missed its footing, and she slipped violently. If not for Jim's quick reflexes, her face would have met the pavement. He caught her by her waist, rescuing us from a ruined evening. As he balanced her I couldn't help but notice his large hand cradling one of her breasts. Her skirt had hiked up, exposing a portion of her ass. Jim, reactive, grabbed the fabric and effectively shuffled it back down. Once I saw that she was safe on her footing I quickly exited the limo through the other door. Elizabeth's face was flushed red with embarrassment, but she turned and gave Jim a relieved hug.
"Thanks Jimmy, that was almost really bad."
"Just glad I caught you in time." He was smiling, but breathing heavily, sighing in relief.
I walked around the rear of the limo in a hurry, but she was already fully recovered. "You alright?" I asked, rather uselessly. I looked around, a couple onlookers were staring but for the most part people were entering the venue without having noticed the spill.
She nodded, still flushed, and took my arm. She turned one last time to Jim and thanked him again as we headed up the porte cochere towards the hotel entrance.
The evening inside of the hotel started off like so many before it, some intermingling, some drinks, some laughing - most of it harmless. My wife and I were well liked by most people at my company. I don't have an ultra outgoing personality, which may be an odd thing to hear about a marketing manager, but the caliber of my work was certainly loud enough to speak for itself. Elizabeth, in all her beauty and class, did nothing but help reinforce the image that I liked to portray for our family. It also didn't hurt that for what I lacked in social energy and exuberance, she made up for with an incredibly attractive personality.
We had nearly finished making our usual cocktail hour rounds, exchanging pleasantries with my secretary and her husband, a number of my close colleagues and their spouses, and my direct boss and his lovely wife. We chatted for awhile before heading to our respective tables for dinner.
"Heyyy you guys!" Lindsey was already seated at our table next to Mike, her husband and one of my close work associates.
"Hey lady!" Elizabeth replied, taking the chair next to her friend. Mike stood, and he and I exchanged an unnecessarily formal handshake. After some more conversation it wasn't long before the four of us were seated and enjoying a lovely meal. The cocktails and wine flowed in abundance and, seemingly before it started, the presentation was over. The rest of the night was to be casual drinks and dancing - the latter of which I loathed.
"So hows that Tucker job coming along?" Mike asked.
"Not bad, we should have the presentation ready by end of next week, but you know how QC is with that particular client - everything has to be perfect."
Mike and I had been, as usual, discussing work - we always found it hard to break away from the subject, both of us being natural workaholics. It actually didn't immediately dawn on us that our wives had already headed to the dance floor. We both looked up in unison to see them laughing and shaking around with wine glasses in hand.
"They didn't even ask us to join them." Mike said, somehow surprised.
I gave him a knowing look, "I think by now, they know what the answer would be." It was kind of an inside joke between the two of us. We both hated dancing, it was admittedly lame of us to not partake, but just something about the activity - I could never let loose and enjoy it. Mike clearly shared in my distaste.
Our wives however, not quite so much. I quickly noticed that they had already made some gentlemanly company. Two larger black men were occupying space behind them, joining in on their fun but from a respectful distance. A notable percentage of the demographic of the guests tonight were black, as it often was. It was a natural byproduct of the fact that many of our larger contracts were for the local Denver professional sports teams, and it was clear that these two men were athletes.
"I think that guy dancing with Lindsey is with Trenton's group, that son of a bitch hit on her at the last event." Mike seemed agitated by the realization, but made no move to remedy it. Trenton was a local sports agent, and he often utilized our firms services for branding with some of his biggest clients. I looked at the man dancing with Elizabeth, he was very tall, and built, but I didn't recognize him. He might have had half a foot on me, at least, myself standing at 5'-10". I looked on as he grew slightly more brazen, approaching from behind her and resting a hand on her hip. She turned and looked back at him, blushing, but she made no move to remove it. I saw him whisper something in her ear, and they both shared a laugh. He seemed to take that as approval to swoop in even nearer to her backside, grabbing her waist.
My heart quickened at the sight of it, it wasn't the first time another man had taken the opportunity to dance with her, but his size and complexion seemed to make this particular instance stand out from the others. Elizabeth's eyes widened as the man seemed to plant his crotch against her ass, cozying up to her body. She looked in my direction with mild worry in her eyes. Her face contorted from worried to relieved when she noticed me smirking in bemusement, instead of flush with anger. I wasn't particularly jealous, unlike my buddy Mike.
"I'm gonna use the restroom.", he offered, and then stood in a frustrated hurry.
