This Weekend's Party

At the party this weekend there were 15 couples, all as old as us.  Maybe 20.  It was at an outdoor venue, with a patio and three different stations for finger food and drinks.

All married, all bored, all out for the night with friends, and all looking for the hosted bar.  The wives were wrapped in expensive dresses that were too tight at the wrong places, emphasizing rather than disguising heavy thighs and the freckled tops of their breasts.

The kids were in the other room inside, dancing to the DJ.  The men had $100 shirts on but couldn't hide the fact that their pants were tight under their guts, their hair thinning or thinned at the back.

We laughed together and nodded at the trophy wives, and flirted with each other.  We'd all been around the block, most of us were on our second wives or third husbands.  No one was single anymore.

High-heels were kicked off and the Absolut loosened tongues.

Husbands told their best jokes on their friends's wives, who had never heard them and placed hands on their shoulders appreciating the attention.  Wives giggled in the back about the one who had become a partner recently, and was never home to take his wife out, always busy taking clients to dinners in Tahoe.

The hot wives on the wrong side of 40 got a thin layer of sweat on their faces under the wire patio heaters at each table. Husbands loosened their ties and danced for the first time in 20 years.  Have you tried it with tequila?  Hey, that is a good drink.  And you said he couldn't dance.

The wives smiled in a drunken haze, and imagined the hard rich cocks of the other husbands who didn't look at their wives anymore but talked animatedly with their hands and a close-mouthed smile.  Someone else's husband who could do something new for them, better than the dead bums they slept with.  Staying power longer than 120 seconds.

The men gazed in sneaky glances at the ripe milfs,  heavy and hairy between their legs, all stretched and wet and nipples brown, experts in cock-sucking, attached and realistic about no-strings and able to get to the point without the drama the babysitter would have caused.