He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A party at his wife's boss's house, on her birthday, everyone will be dressed in colonial outfits. And he had to go.
Of course he would, she's going through all the bullshit to get a promotion. One night out, looking like a fool, in some outfit, with a powered wig. What we do for love.
The house is a huge colonial reproduction from 1781. Very large and nice.
Upon entering, men were ushered into one room, women to another. Racks of outfits to choose from, powered wig's, followed by makeup.
Everyone looked pale as ghosts, upon seeing his wife, Chad couldn't believe it. Her beauty was hidden under the same flour makeup everybody else has. Horrible red lipstick made her look desperate. Her wig, a climbing mountain of white curls. He was so glad he didn't live in this time period.
One thing made him smile, her dress, a white ruffled gown that belled around her legs. He could hide under there for the whole night...a wicked idea just came to him.
He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but it was too much to pass up. He approached her with a devilish grin. She knew that smile. "Remember where we are babe."
He looked at her dress, it went right down to the floor. You couldn't even see her feet, perfect. He scanned the room, no one was looking over at them. Sheri knew her husband, knew his grin, what he did next surprised the shit out of her.
Her dropped to the floor, and crawled under her dress. She felt her panties come down her legs. Just before his tongue touched her, he whispered, "happy birthday."
Her hands gripped a chair she was standing behind. His tongue slowly traced her lips. Chills went down her spine in waves, her body twitched under the dress. Juices trickled onto his eager tongue.
Sheri eyed the people at the party, some nodded and smiled. No one noticing her hands death gripping the chair, nor her breathing becoming heavy.
She gasped when his tongue went wild on her clit. Her eyes closed in bliss, forgetting where they were. She heard her name, looking, she saw her boss smiling at her. He looked like a pompous fag in his wig. "Just wanted to thank you for coming," he looked around for his wife. "I hate these outfits." Sheri smiled and swallowed hard, she was close to the edge. Her boss smiled again, if you don't take a picture of me dressed like this the promotion is yours." She felt a thumbs up on her clit, the right amount of pressure to take her over the edge. For the first time in her life, she had a silent orgasm, very wicked. Feeling her juices flow like water into his mouth. "Gotta go, my wife is waving me over."
"Thank you," she rasped. Sheri looked around, then whispered, "you bastard, don't you dare stop."
The dress was so large, nobody could see how her pussy bucked into the unseen mouth. Within minutes, she was holding back deep cries of pleasure. "You fuck," she hissed, "wait until I get you in the car."