[Hardaway1818]

Time: Friday night
Venue: Disco W

1.20 am

James: “Eh bro, the Invitation won’t work on her lah.”

Fred: “How you know?”

James: “Errrr……”

Fred: “Bro, you know something I don’t know? Come on…..”

James: “Aiya ok ok lah. Tell you the truth lah. Actually I have fantasized about getting into her pants the very first time I have seen her. She is so perfect. I mean, she is so pretty, she is the wife of my boss, and she carries herself so well. It’s almost like an untouchable. You know, that kind of feeling, when something is beyond your reach, you would want it even more. So I have actually sent her the Invitation before.”

Fred: “Hah. Still trying to act like a prude just now. Finally showing your true colours. So obviously the Invitation doesn’t work on her?”

James: “Ya no response.”

Fred: “Never mind. Let’s try to make our move on her now since her husband is not around. Best is Wilson doesn’t reappear. Then we might have our chance.”

James: “Eh you not worried that Michelle see you ah? Where is she by the way?”

Fred: “Aiya don’t be such a chicken lah. I am going to test test water only. What’s there to be scared about? Don’t know where Mich gone to as well.”

James: “Damn bro, someone has made his move faster than us. Let’s go quickly.”

I can never imagine the usually outstanding and responsible James at work to be such a person. Apparently he has been lusting after my wife for quite some time. The more shocking thing is that there is something illicit going on between him and Michelle, with the knowledge of her husband. The most shocking is the seemingly resurfacing of The Invitation. The one that was received by Claire previously must have been from James then.

I peek over to where my wife is. James and Fred are walking towards her direction and my Ang Moh boss, Stuart, is already seated down, talking to Claire.

Damn, 3 wolves circling my dear wife. I must get myself up to protect her from the wolves pack. I shut my eyes, give my head a good shake, let out a huge sigh of breath to try to shake off my drunken state. I steady my both hands by my side and give myself a good push up. I must quickly get to Claire to protect her.

Somehow my wobbly legs manage to carry my half-slumped body to the table where Claire is seated with Stuart, James and Fred.

Stuart: “Hey Wilson, you are back. I was just trying to ask your beautiful wife for a dance. It seems she needs to wait for you to be safely back from the Gents before she will agree to the dance with me. So may I have the honour now?”

No matter what, Stuart is still my superior. To the Ang Moh, it’s kinda impolite to refuse a dance when they are asking in such a gentlemanly manner. Well, I don’t have much of a choice to give a forced smile and a little nodded agreement.

Claire gives me an understanding look and gives her hand to Stuart who leads her out to the dance floor.

The dance floor is moderately crowded with couples doing the slow number. The light is dimmed and the music is slow and soothing. Albert and his wife, Belinda, are also dancing at the dance floor. They give Stuart and Claire a nodding smile when they see them taking up position besides.

I am observing intently at Stuart to make sure he is not doing anything improper. To my surprise, nothing indiscreet happens during the dance. It appears that Stuart is a very good dancer and Claire has a good time following his lead. I can tell he has his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady.

The 3 of us, Fred, James and myself, are just sitting at the table in silence, looking on to the dance floor. I am not sure what’s in their mind, but I am admiring the nice body figure of my lovely wife swaying under the slow music. Claire looks so beautiful and alluring in her black body-hugging mini-dress, which shows off some nice flesh at the back and her waist area with its design cutting. She simply looks like an angel in the lighting and ambience. I have a sudden urge to just grab her and make good, violent love to her. I wonder if the other two guys are thinking the same, but my guess is that it can’t go too far off from that.

After a few minutes, Stuart and Claire re-join us from the dance floor. Right at this time, Michelle comes over to join us as well.

Michelle: “Hey you guys start dancing without me. Let’s go for another dance. The music is so nice.”

Both Fred and James’s eyes light out at their opportunities with Michelle’s sudden enthusiasm about dancing. Not being a spoilsport, Claire stands there waiting for a taker as her dance partner for the next dance as well.

Stuart: “Wilson, why don’t you have a dance with Claire as well? She is a good dancer.”

I would like to but my semi-drunken body hasn't recovered its full mobility, so I have no choice but to kindly reject.

With that, Fred grabs at the chance and quickly extends his dance request to Claire. I think Claire has somewhat loosened up a bit from the first dance and she politely agrees to his dance request, of course, with a quick glance at me for my approval acknowledgement first. James takes to the dance floor with Michelle.

With the two pairs making their way out to the dance floor, Stuart takes his seat on my side, positioning himself very close to me.

Stuart: “Wilson, you are a damn lucky guy.”

I look at Stuart in a semi-blurred state with my half-drunk eyes. But what he is going to say next wakes me up from my slumber somewhat. Or rather, shock me up.

Stuart: “From the dance with your wife, I can tell she has a tight little body and you must really enjoy it a lot. What a sexy little fox.”

Me: “Hah thanks for the compliment. Claire is indeed an attractive lady but she is a very conservative lady when it comes to letting herself getting too wild.” I am trying to hint to him that Claire is not the sexy little fox that he has in his mind, but I am not sure if he gets it.

Stuart: “Nay, I know she is wearing thong panties and this only means she would be a lot of fun in bed. So don’t try to cover up for her.”

Damn, how is he able to know she is wearing thong panties unless he has managed to feel her up. He must be a real expert to be able to do that without me noticing it when my eyes are fully on them during the dance.

The next thought that comes to my mind makes me feel a definite tingle and hardness in my groin. If what Stuart says about the thong panties is true, then Fred and James must have a very good view between her skirt during our drinks session earlier on. No wonder Fred commented that Claire shaved her pussy just now.

I recall the night before that Claire was trying to fit into this new evening dress that she has just bought for my award ceremony. She seldom wears such dresses so she has consulted some of her friends on her dressing. They have suggested her to wear a thong panties to hide her panty line and in order to fit nicely into the thong panties, she has trimmed herself around the edges so she won’t show when she wears the panties. In fact, this is the very first time she has worn such a manner and to think that she has exposed herself in it and gives others the wrong idea about her.

Stuart: “Wilson, seriously you have a hot wife. Even hotter than Michelle.”

His eyes are focused onto the dance floor, alternating between Claire and Michelle.

Stuart: “Wilson, frankly speaking, I think we are like buddies, like brothers, so I want to share my secrets with you. And I hope you can be as open with me as possible.”