Finally, I gave her the ultimate promise…that I would not leave her side all evening. I would protect her from any situation where she might end up one-on-one with a stranger. She nodded that she understood. That was all.
I continued to talk, never asking her to commit, just taking the assumptive approach that Sunny’s party was where we needed to be.
Looking back, she did not really agree to go to the party; it was more like her protests faded into silence. Each time I mentioned the party, I could see her nervousness; her uncontrollable inhibition had such a grip on her. She knew her silence had committed her to attending and she was just plain scared.
Then the issue became…what to wear. This was a big problem. She wanted to look nice, of course, but at the same time she did not want to wear anything that would “stand out”. After some lengthy exploration in her closet, she settled on a light blue tailored skirt and jacket with a beige blouse; very conservative…something that would look decent, but give her a secure feeling in a very insecure setting.
Her outfit was one that should be worn to church, maybe the office, not out at a party. It screamed dowdy.
There was just one exception. I had bought her the beige blouse as a present. It was very sheer and revealing…cute and conservative under the jacket, but very revealing on its own. I was surprised by her choice. She had tried it on when I brought it home, but since then it had been in her drawer.
I sensed that she might have ***********ed the revealing blouse in an effort to provide a distraction during the evening. Knowing it was a bit sexy, but hidden under her jacket, just might aid in keeping her mind off the tensions of being in a threatening situation at the party.
Smiling, I agreed with what she has ***********ed, and then kidding with her, I laid out a red bustier and little black panties for her to wear underneath. I suggested that having these beneath her conservative blue outfit would make her feel a little erotic and therefore ease the tensions a bit. These undergarments provided such a contrast to her blue suit. I knew there was little chance she would wear them.
The bustier was a cute little kinky thing I picked up for her when I was overly horny on a business trip. It was some kind of sexy…hooks up the back…it fits her very snuggly from beneath her breasts to her waist…red velvet trimmed with black lace. It comes up with underwire support for her nude breasts, holding them very high and making a bra unnecessary.
When I first brought it home, she tried it on and told me that it gave her an unusual sensation. Then she tried it once more, wore it once, and it had stayed in her dresser drawer ever since.
I was actually surprised when she came down later, ready to go, and told me she had, in fact, worn the things I suggested.
I thought about it and concluded…perhaps in an unusual, somewhat scary situation like this…she wanted the distraction; or maybe she wanted to feel close to me and compliance with my little request was a good beginning; besides her little concession to the exotic was completely out of sight. She knew no one would see it…the jacket would cover all and stay in place throughout the evening.
Probably, even when we returned home, I would not get to see her fancy things. She was so shy even in the bedroom.
Chapter Three
Sunny’s Condo Party
We arrived at Sunny’s condo just after seven. I took my wife’s hand to help her from the car and she held my hand in a vice grip as we moved across the parking lot toward the condo.
Sunny met us at the door. She greeted us with a warm smile and enthusiasm. She was obviously glad we were able to come. Her attentions immediately turned to my wife; so much so, that it seemed like I was being ignored.
Strange feelings, I needed Sunny’s attentions.
It was obvious that Sunny remembered my comments about my wife’s inhibitions. She started right into a friendly conversation with her; trying to make her comfortable. Sunny came across as so confident…conversation came easily to her, but my wife was speechless…absolutely scared. There could not be two more opposite women.
Sunny led us up an open black marble stairway to the third level where there was a small group of six or seven friends gathered in her bar. They were all caught up in conversation around the bar across the room, enjoying the view out a large window over the pool. Our arrival at the top of the stairs went unnoticed.
For a private bar this was quite the place. When Sunny showed it to me before, I had thought it seemed like a commercial establishment, but now, with Sunny’s sharp, young guests in the room it put that thought away quickly. This was a very private, wonderful place for an upscale party.
Interestingly, her guests were all dressed in shades of black…very modern…what a good looking bunch of young business people. I had worn a black business suit so I fit in a bit, but my wife in her conservative light powder blue skirt and jacket really stood out. Literally, she was the only thing in the room that was not black…I could tell she was uneasy.
Sunny led us to a tall black marble table with four high stools. The other guests continued to mingle at the bar across the room, almost without noticing us…caught up in their conversation.
A tall, dark haired, guy was making drinks behind the bar. Shortly after we were seated, he came over to the table with drinks. How impressive, no big to-do about what we would like to drink…he just told us he was mixing these for the group and would like us to sample them…simple as that.
While he served the drinks Sunny introduced us. It was all first names, nothing more. He was David; tall, handsome, dark and very, very toned. This guy worked out.
With the introductions completed he joined our conversation in that smooth way the party set does these things.
“Tell me what you think about those drinks.” He smiled. “It’s something new for tonight.” His smile was interesting.
I evaluated his dress and demeanor as he said a few things to Sunny. David was quite striking…modern hair cut…black open neck shirt and tailored black slacks…gold medallion at his neck…he looked like he had just walked out of Gentleman’s Quarterly magazine.
This had the makings of one of those very high classed, posh, urban parties that the young and beautiful attend. I was interested in how skillfully he had joined the three of us. Maybe I was a bit paranoid about her inhibitions, but I noticed how he made a point of standing next to my wife, while Sunny who had been standing between us, moved more toward me…you know as they say at the parties boy/girl, boy/girl. These people had a way of making everything seem so spontaneous, so relaxed.
At least, I might now have just a little more of Sunny’s attentions. To his point, she had exclusively been interested in my wife.
It soon became obvious to me; David had been singled out to join us specifically to make my wife feel at ease. Sunny was such a good hostess, she knew that my wife, being a very shy young woman, would be particularly uneasy in this type of setting and she wanted to do all she could to make her fit in.
The four of us stood enjoying the drinks. Our conversation was pleasant, but, oh, so very trivial.
Sunny and David told us a little about each of the people over at the bar; first names only with a very short comment regarding each. (I.e. that’s Paul near the window…he has a lovely ski-ski-out in Vail.)
Other than the introductions the conversation was very shallow…mostly, talk about the music…new wave…and this special party drink David had created. It tasted good…not too much alcohol…went down quite easily. He asked for our opinions and got firm approval from Sunny and me.
My wife had not said a word since entering the condo more than forty five minutes ago. She seemed petrified. She stood at the high table with both hands on her drink, looking down at her hands with just an occasional glance in my direction that said “panic”.
“Take me home,” was written all over her face.
Soon, one at a time, the people at the bar began to make their way over to meet us. Five very GQ guys and two very attractive young ladies, each would politely chat for a short while and then return across the room to their group. You could tell they were experienced party goers…quite skilled in chatting, drinking and talking about nothing more important than the unusual modern music playing throughout the condo.
It was now confirmed, we were out with the young singles set, but their quiet casual demeanor had made me comfortable quite quickly. The same could not be said for my wife.
David seemed very aware my wife’s uneasiness. He was making a real effort to bring her into a conversation. He talked directly to her, not asking questions, but making her the center of his attention. Her face was blushed with embarrassment. Her hands never left her glass and her eyes never looked up from the table. She was taking small nervous sips of her drink…one right after the other.
It seemed clear to me that Sunny had asked David to try to involve my wife in the evening’s activities. I began to feel sorry for him. He was trying so hard and he was making absolutely no headway, nothing at all. How could he be expected to waste his time with someone who was such a wall flower…so non-responsive?
However, to his credit, he continued, and the evening continued. I was having such a good time chatting with Sunny. The only negative for me was a constant feeling of embarrassment about my wife and her incredible inhibition. David was getting nowhere in his attempt to be social. How long would he keep up the effort?
Time passed. Sunny and I chatted and drank. I was having a good time. What a marvelous hostess. I did not want the evening to be ended early by a requirement to take my wife home.
I was possessed by such a desire to get away for a few minutes with Sunny. I needed to know if that magic of her touch was just a situational thing when I was over here to attend the business meeting.
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