“I’m here with friends for the company party and you want to screw it up?” Her words were slightly slurred.
“I think we should go.” I started to take her arm.
She pulled back sharply and glared at me. She turned to the bathrooms and stalked off.
“Gee, my newlywed bride sure loves to listen to her husband, doesn’t she?” I shook my head.
“I’m sorry,” Katy said. “I know exactly how you feel. Rick does that to me all the time.”
We commiserated together for a few minutes until Debbie wandered back from the bathrooms. She handed me some wadded up lace. “Here, hold these, would you? They’re bothering me.”
I looked down as she sauntered back to the dance floor. She had taken off her panties. My eyes got big as I showed them to Katy. She just pursed her lips.
We moved to follow so I could keep an eye on my wife. Debbie was back out on the dance floor and her movements hid nothing. She was flashing with each move. She was dancing with some guy in a toga. We watched as the guy would pull her in close and she would lift her miniskirt a good five or six inches up, revealing everything while rubbing against his leg. People began to notice.
“Maybe I should drag her out of there?” I wrung my hands in frustration, and a little bit of disgust.
“I bet she’d make a scene,” Katy muttered.
Elephant guy had noticed, and he passed up everyone to get behind Debbie. He made a few pumps and then grabbed her hips. Debbie pumped back against him. He began pumping slower. Debbie lifted her skirt and everyone looking could see she was naked underneath.
Agitation and anger ate at me, but as long as she was on the dance floor, she couldn’t get into any trouble. She was going to get eight or nine earfuls at home, though. I know many men used this kind of thing as an excuse to wildly beat their wives and send them in a bloody mess to the emergency room, as if that really solved anything, but I wasn’t one of them.
“I lost Rick.” Katy craned her neck around.
We moved to the other side of the dance floor and saw him cornering a little redhead. He was leaning close and talking. I saw Katy stiffen and her jaw line twitch. Her hands made fists, but she made no move to walk over to him.
“I hate these parties,” she said.
“Dance with me?” I smiled.
“Sure, why not? I can be just as lewd.”
We moved to the dance floor and I pulled Katy in close. She pressed against me and we moved in a tight dance. I held her with relish; she was a pretty woman. Katy was true to her word and worked her hips against my leg, rubbing her thinly covered mound up and down against me.
“I can be just as lewd,” she repeated when the dance was finishing.
We left the floor and went for more drinks. I stayed close to her, not wanting to give up the space she was allowing me into. No one seemed to care, since we were pretty tame in comparison. We looked like any other married couple, hip to hip and face to face.
“You know, I don’t see Debbie anymore,” she said after draining her last sip.
I looked around the dance floor. Hot flares of anger and jealousy picked at me. “Crap.”