He got off the sofa, "Oh come on, please Helen don't be so silly it really will be a great bash."
Her eyes watched the television as she replied, "Chris I've known you for seven years, I've been married to you for five of those years and in all that time I have never liked those two prats that you call friends, they are childish, pathetic and stupid, even the word bash is juvenal, they play stupid pranks and the way they want to look at every porn site they can find, and make jokes about women, it just makes me sick, their filthy little perverts."
He sat on the arm of the settee, "Look there will be other people there, you don't have to bother yourself with them, I have to go and I want you there with me, please Helen, just for me, I'll buy you a new dress, special you know just for the occasion."
She looked up, "I get to choose it, buy it and you pay for the whole trip in to town."
He shrugged his shoulders, "O K if that's what it takes, it's a deal," she went back to watching the programme.
Danny and Phil worked in the office two floors above Chris, all three were in the office canteen, "We going to do it then, like we said," Phil looked anxiously at the other two, "Go on say yes, I've bought them," he opened a bag to show three beard disguises, Danny picked one out, "Hey there not bad, bloody good in fact, why not, you up for it Chris?"
Chris took it, "If it makes you two happy and you want to wear them at the party then as you say why not, I'll have to get ready here, the old mans got me working through till eight, Helen will have to go by Taxi, but I'll give her a laugh this beard should surprise her and I've bought some great new designer gear, she'll never recognize me."
Helen looked at herself in the mirror, oh yes she thought, this is the business, she admired herself and her new out-fit, black figure hugging dress, the hem short on one side showed a lot of thigh as the other side dipped to her calf. Nicely cut neckline to show just enough of her sumptuous cleavage, a little strap slid over her left shoulder holding the whole thing together, it was all finished off with high black ankle strapped shoes and dark stockings.
She didn't need to go to the hairdressers with a sweep of a comb and a carefully placed clip her auburn waves cascaded around her face and down to her shoulders, she smiled to herself, twenty six and still got that carnival queen look that won you so many beauty pageants.
The phone rang down stairs, by the time she got to it the answer machine had taken over, "Hy sweetheart, got to work late, get a taxi to Phil's be there as soon as possible, love you."
Shit, bloody typical, here's me done up to look great and now I've got to get a taxi to that stupid party that I don't even want to go to.
She lit a cigarette, got the phone book and rang, first taxi available will be in two hours, she booked it and sat, then stood and went to the wall cabinet and poured herself a scotch and soda, and then she sat again.
Her enthusiasm for the party made her stand and visit the cabinet five times in the two hours she wanted.
The taxi arrived at Phil's about eight fifteen, she was as she hoped noticed by all the men and did everything to avoid bumping in to Phil and Danny by talking to the others, she was well in to the scotch as she put another cigarette in her mouth, a lighter flicked in front of her.
She followed the arm up to see two tall men admiring her she guessed in their early forty's who immediately started to monopolize her.
They got her more drink and flattered her, asked after her husband, all small talk. Then another drink and the conversation got round to how boring the party was, how silly the people were and how there was a great party not ten miles down the road, at the Barrington-Thomas's.
Helen giggled, "Not that big old rambling house on the Tuxford road," they smiled at each other then back at the slightly drunk very attractive woman and said, "That's the one."
She carried on giggling, "Wouldn't it be awful of me to go there," they started to goad her, "How awful do we feel, it will be really stupendous, plenty of good drink and enough room to dance," the other one jumped in, "And full of better class people than this, the way you look isn't that what your worth?"
Helen emptied the glass stubbed out her cigarette, "Yes I'm worth it; shall we go dancing?" She picked her coat up, said goodnight to the only friend she knew, Trudy Carnell and staggered her way to their car.
The car pulled quickly away from Phil's. The two men in the front and Helen in the back, one man opened the glove box and handed a cigarette to her, "Moroccan tobacco, tastes really good," she took it and he lit it, she inhaled and then coughed, "Ohooo that's strong."
He turned to her, "Slowly, inhale and hold, then slowly let it out," she did as he said and relaxed back in to the leather seat.
Chris finally got away from the office at eight fifty. After donning his false beard and new clothes he headed for Phil's.
He first searched out Phil and Danny to see them in their beards, all looked like triplets, which was the idea, then he grabbed a drink and looked for Helen.
The car moved up the gravel drive and stopped amongst the other cars, the two men were out and at the back door; a silently bemused Helen stumbled out of the back seat. The two men walked ether side of her, keeping her straight as they went in through the front door.
The rooms were dimly lit, someone took her coat and handbag as they went in to the big lounge, a drink was put in her hand as she started to sway to the soft gentle music.
Chris searched the house for Helen, rang home and got in to a bit of a panic until he bumped in to Trudy Carnell who told him that Helen had gone off to another party with a couple of men, she remembered something about the Tuxford road but that was about all, Chris downed another large gin and tonic and went to his car.
"Want to dance," Helen made a silly, "Arr-ha," sound as the other man took her glass. The music was slow and romantic; he held her close, she, a little unsteady, lay against him. At first he held her gentle then he let his hand move to the small of her back, he pushed her in to him making sure she could feel his hard cock as it rubbed against her.
The other man watched them as he moved to a small corner and met with three others, they had been watching events and wanted to talk, "Evening Alex, I see Richard has a new girlfriend this one looks rather exceptional."
Alex smiled, "Good god no, we dropped Martin off at some silly party, stayed for one and that gorgeous creature dropped in to our lap."
Another in the group said, "Looks like she's had a few," Alex turned to him, "Yes she was quite well under, and we got her under with a few more she got fed up waiting for her husband, sounds like he will be at home with the others at that party, oh and the joint we gave her in the car has helped."
A third man butted in, "Wonder if she puts out, she's got some body on her, certainly well stacked up front, I wonder if their real?" Alex looked at the pair dancing, he noticed that Helen was unsteady on her feet and had her arms around Richard's neck, "A couple more drinks and another joint in an out of the way room should answer all those questions and more."
Chris pulled in to the drive, heard the noise and decided to investigate. He was about to pull the beard off when he looked in the rear-view mirror, no he thought maybe I'd like to mingle un-noticed.
He slid out the car and made for an open French window, walked through and picked up a glass, his eyes surveyed the people. As a cameraman walked around taking pictures of the guests the flash's illuminated the room
He saw a group of five men and then he heard a giggle, a giggle he knew only to well. He got in to a better position to see, hell he thought she looks good in that outfit, until she tottered slightly and he could see the other side and the top of her fancy stocking showing at the raised hem.
Something inside him stopped him from going over, to him he was now invisible, no one knew he was there and no one could recognise him, he moved a little closer, he could see I rather large glass of drink in her hand, then one of the men gestured towards the dance area, she went to move but they made her drink the entire glass, and called for another as she lent on the mans arm and went to dance.
Chris watched her, she was beautiful, the dress looked very sexy; the shoes and stockings showed the whole outfit off, her tussled hair swung as she danced round the room to Bolero, but she was his wife what the fuck was she doing dancing with this man? He wanted to know more.
He watched as the man held her, his hands pulled hers up round his neck, then he slid his hands down her bare arms, his thumbs ran over her breast's then on down until he cupped her ass cheeks and ground her in to him, her head lolled back and then dropped forward on to his shoulder.
He moved her over towards the others and held her, dancing on the spot right in to the corner, Chris moved back he could see her; they hadn't surrounded her completely.
He watched as one man slid his hand in to the side of her raised hem, the outline of his hand was on her ass, her arm came down as if to push it away, but another hand held it, the hand on her ass moved down and between her legs, she still moved as if to dance but did a lot more squirming.
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