She was nude. She had the most beautiful body I’d ever seen and she was waiting for me to undress. I stood still like a deer caught in ahead light and wondered how brave I could be.

The Company Christmas Party is always at Gutheries. We have dinner in one of the private rooms out back and then move to the bar to see which one of the guys is going to make a fool of himself. This year it was my husband.

I saw him standing next to her and wondered how he was able to keep his tongue in his mouth.

She was a vision of youth and beauty wrapped in a sequined mini-dress. Most women couldn’t wear heels that high, but she floated across the room like a cloud passing in front of a full moon. Her reddish brown hair covered some of her back, but not enough to hide the fact that most of her dress ended up on the cutting room floor. Skin, eyes, lips, mouth and more, everything that could be put into a five foot five package of excitement. A lot more than that.

She wasn’t much older than our daughter.

My husband stood next to her acting as silly as any teenage boy at a high school dance. He wasn’t even trying to hide his stare as he looked down the front of her dress. Her boobs stuck out so far I knew he couldn’t possibly see if she wore shoes or not. It probably didn’t matter much since he was too busy lusting after her young girl body. He wasn’t the only guy who found her new and different. He wasn’t the only guy who wanted to be warmed by the glow of her fire. He wasn’t the only one, but he was my husband and I was mad.

“Dammit, Bill, you really embarrassed me. How could you make a fool of yourself at my company party?”

I finally pried him away from her and got him into the car. I was driving, of course, but still able to give him a piece of my mind. Ever since the kids went off to school, he’s been acting stupid. I guess a lot of guys go through it once the kids are out of the nest, but it still hurts to be married to one. He didn’t have a lot to say and we finally ended up driving home in silence. Not an argument, but not real friendly either.

“Thanks for going to lunch with me, Kayla. I’m so sorry. My husband acted like a jerk at the party and I want to apologize for him.”

“Forget it, Sally. He was just being a guy who had one too many. Happens all the time. No big deal.”

I really never noticed how beautiful Kayla was until I saw her laugh. I work with her every day and I guess I’m used to seeing her covered up in normal clothes. Even though she wasn’t dressed like a Christmas tree ornament, she still turned heads. She seemed unaware of all the attention, but I knew better. Women know how to pretend they don’t notice they’re being checked out. I’ve done it for years.

“Your husband was just being silly. It’s kind of a guy thing and I know it doesn’t mean shit.”

She talked with her mouth and her hands. It seemed so natural being with her. So natural and friendly. It was easy to see why my husband and every other guy would be attracted to a woman like her.

“Your husband is kind of cute, Sally, so it wasn’t as if some creep like Marsh from accounting was hanging all over me. Anyhow, you’re a babe so it’s not like you should be jealous or anything.”

What started out as something that had to be done turned out fine. A babe? That was nice to hear. I could see myself being friends with this woman who was almost half my age. We got off into other things. The kind of things women talk about when they’re trying to decide how close they can get. The party was forgotten. We learned a lot about each other on that day and on the other days that followed.

“Happy birthday!”

Bill told me he’d kill me if I ever had a surprise birthday party for him, but I figured something special had to happen on the Big Four O. He couldn’t say three people was a real party anyhow.

I think he liked checking Kayla out more than the dinner we slaved over all afternoon. Who could blame him? She looked hot, but I was getting my share of attention, too. I tarted it up a little bit and I guess I made the cut. Well, I was a “babe” after all and I felt a little warm feeling wrap itself around my mind when I caught him checking me out.

“Come on, Bill, let’s go into the living room and open presents.”

We finished a bottle of wine with dinner and all three of us were feeling the glow. Very nice, very pleasant.

Bill and I plopped down on the couch while Kayla turned on the CD player. Hard to imagine a girl that young would know James Brown, but that’s what she played. Lots of bass. Lots of soul.

“Okay, now it’s time for me to open my presents. Bring ‘em on girls.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Bill. We’re going to be doing the opening for you.”

I don’t think he heard me. He was watching Kayla dancing by herself and she was really getting into it. Pretty easy to do when JB is playing “Get Up Like a Sex Machine.” Wow, if she ever got out of public relations, she could make a fortune as a dancer.

We were both enjoying the view when she finally noticed us. She just played at first. She pulled her skirt up just a little bit higher. Her hands moved across her breasts and hips. A little daring, real sexy, but not enough to let Bill know what was coming next.

When her hands went behind her back and we heard the sound of the zipper moving relentlessly toward her waist, I thought Bill was going to fall off the couch. She somehow kept the front of her dress in place as she slid first one arm out of a sleeve and then let the other one go free. She held her top in front of her and made a cute little wiggling motion as she slowly let it slide lower and lower.

We got a tiny peek at the top of her black strapless bra before she turned around and bent over. Her dress outlined every curve of her well formed ass. Just in case we didn’t notice, she moved her butt back and forth in time to the music and gave us plenty to admire. When she turned back, the top of her dress was around her waist and her bra presented her tits like two jewels on a black velvet shelf.

Bill was hard as a rock, but still trying to hide the tent in the front of his pants from our nosy eyes.

That’s no fun.

I put one arm around his shoulder and give him a tiny kiss on the cheek and made sure my boob was pressed up against his arm. My hand found his leg right away, but took a long time to wander over to the cock that was jumping around and hoping for the best. When I finally touched it, he made one of those special sounds that women live to hear.

We watched Kayla struggle to push her dress down past her hips. She was still moving real nice and we both were leaning forward in anticipation as her dress finally dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it as if it wasn’t there and came closer so we wouldn’t miss a thing.

I kept up the pressure on Bill’s cock with one hand while I let the other one search for the sensitive places on the back of his neck. They were real easy to find.