Last week my wife Susan had her twenty-sixth birthday party, and to celebrate we decided to throw a huge party for her. She invited a bunch of her friends from college whom she hadn’t seen in a while, and whom I had never met. I was kind of unsure about whether that was a good idea, but because Susan had never been to a reunion since she graduated, she said she really missed her friends, and after some pouting she convinced me to go along.
The reason I was a bit hesitant was because Susan had been a bit of a party girl back in college. At least that’s what I heard from various people, and from her when she had drunk a bit too much. She admitted that she ran with a “crazy” crowd, and had “hooked up” with almost all the guys in it. I didn’t know what she meant by “hooking up,” but I decided not to ask.
Susan herself is a beautiful girl, with shoulder-length brunette hair and a great smile. She’s average height, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. Her breasts are a small C cup, full and round, and they sit high on her chest. I’m very proud of my wife’s body, and usually I encourage her to show it off. During our trips to the beach, I always encourage her to take off her top at night and walk with me on the shore, and I always get a thrill watching the random guy pass by and gawk. She always acts embarrassed, but I think she enjoys it, too.
On the night of the party, she was dressed in a low cut tank top with a short, swishy skirt. She was very excited to see her old friends again. We went out to dinner beforehand, and at dinner she drank a full bottle of wine. She always gets horny when she drinks, and tonight was no exception. On the ride back home, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I was driving, and I wanted to be safe, so I brushed her off.
“Honey,” she said, “I may have some fun tonight, so don’t get upset, alright?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a bit suspicious.
“I’ve known these guys for a long time, and we’ve all been through stuff together, so things are more loose and playful with them,” she said.
“Okay…” I said, not sure I how to respond.
“Just promise me you won’t get jealous if some horseplay goes on. Besides, you always like it when I show off, right?” she asked.
“Well, alright. Just, you know, don’t get crazy,” I said.
“Oh, you know I love you,” she said, and leaned over the seat and kissed me on the cheek.
The rest of the way she was talking about other stuff, but my mind was stuck on the party. I did like it when she showed off, but doing it in front of a bunch of people she knew was different. Still, though, as nervous as I was, I was also a bit turned on. What kind of horseplay did she have in mind?