Company Dinner Pt1 [M22F38] [age gap] [cheating]

A couple years went by since Claire and I had met and spent the time that we did fooling around(see previous posts) Claire got back together with her kids dad, I was with a girl I knew from high school and the past was the past.

Our company did a “Bonus Dinner” every spring. They were held in a hotel ballroom, catered, full bar….so on. It was one of those events that we would all get dressed up fancy for and had to make reservations for our plus one. Typically these things started out formal and turned into everyone taking it upon themselves to get hammered so we always got rooms and just stayed the night.

We all saw a lot of each other so it was typically just a bunch of BS handshaking and spousal introduction time. The day before the dinner my girlfriend and I got in a fight and she decided to not go and I was left solo.

Drinks got flowing as we waited for the food to be put out. Being a bunch of wrench monkeys the room always go so loud, I’m surprised we never got kicked out or talked to. The only sound louder than the greeting from across the room being tossed around was the occasional champagne cork being popped….ok more than occasional. This particular year was pretty successful and the celebration got hard quick. I got done talking with one of my friends and his wife when I turned around and saw Claire waiting in the corner of my eye. She grabbed my suit jacket laughing and said “look who’s fucking fancy”(I never dress up and had rented a suit in an attempt to impress my girlfriend).

Claire was standing there barely shorter than me in the heels she was wearing. Her legs trailed from the floor up and seemed to go on forever in the short black dress she had on. My eyes slowly moved from her perfectly painted nails to the highest heels i had ever seen wrapped around a woman’s feet. I couldn’t stop myself from slowly moving up with my eyes. The low cut of black dress dragged my gaze back every time I tried. I was really only half listening to what she said watching her Glossy red lips move. Remembering all the places this lips had been on my body and the way they felt. I started to day dream about her nipples and how I knew exactly where they were even though I couldn’t see them. She was wearing some kind of exotic perfume that was strong but not overpowering and I could feel my arousal as I realized the thin material of my rental pants wouldn’t aid much in covering it. I’m standing in a crowded room with my cock growing and it took a lot of will power to finally look at anything else.

Five solid seconds into her talking, I heard her say “My husband” and someone was putting their hand out to shake. I don’t know how long it had been hanging there, but I quickly grabbed and shook it then immediately went back to admiring her. I slowly caught up that they had gotten married(again). I moved to give her a hug out of habit and she moved in returning it. It just felt right, Claire had always fit so well against me. It was meant as nothing more than friendly, but it felt so overdue. Having her pressed against me was so natural and my cock got harder(not visible I don’t think, I was afraid to even glance) without letting go of her I turned back to her husband and said “congratulations, you’re a lucky man”. His face changed to a very neutral flat look and he made an excuse to talk to someone else. As he left and she moved away I realized my hand had dropped to the top of her full firm ass out of habit. We both kinda blushed, she put her hand on my shoulder and told me it was good to see me then turned to follow him. I was left almost slack jaw watching her ass move into the crowd. My gaze tied to her by a thick chord of distant desire, jealousy and lust.

I fumbled through the crowd to my table the room felt hot. I took off my jacket and finished the champagne in the crystal flute. It wasn’t doing it, I had to get my head clear. I grabbed a few other mechanics and we dipped out to the bar. We were bullshitting and taking shots. One of the guys brought up Claire and how he couldn’t believe she married this douche again. The other two joked about a pool for how long it would last this time. I just kept laughing in agreement, taking shots and trying to clear my head. After about twenty minutes in the bar one of the guys said we should get back before we missed dinner. I told them I was gonna pay and I’d be right behind them….i just never left the stool.

After about an hour in the bar and too many shots later, I decided it was time for bed. I realized I left my jacket in the banquet room that had my room key in it. More people from the dinner had migrated to the bar. I nodded and waved as I made my way out. The banquet hall appeared deserted as I moved through the doors. A half step in I spotted Claire and her husband sitting at a table across the room. I couldn’t hear them but he was clearly upset talking in hushed yells and back and forth stuff. I opted to just go have a smoke and come back. Moving quietly out of the door and out the side door of the hotel to the beach. I smoked and played on my phone for a few minutes till I couldn’t stand the cold any more.

I walked back into the hall slowly, it was empty this time. I grabbed my jacket and turned to leave, Claire was walking back in. She had clearly been crying, I asked if she was ok and she shook her head no. She dropped into a near by chair and used a napkin to dab her eyes. She said her husband left pissed off, saying some not so nice things. I turned a chair backwards and sat facing her. We sat and talked and caught up on the last few months. She told me that they were fighting because he knew she had been involved with me and he thought we were still together given how awkward I was earlier in the evening. I offered to talk to him and explain it wasn’t like that. Claire smiled and said it wasn’t necessary, she shrugged and said he gets jealous and gets like this sometimes. She looked at her phone and cussed about how late it was and that she needed to call her sister for a ride. Apparently she was gonna be pissed but would come get her and let her stay the night there.

She stood to leave gently placing her hand on my shoulder. I felt her fingernails brush my neck as she went to move it and I felt them stop. Claire thanked me for talking, leaned down kissing my cheek leaving glossy red lips on my face. She realized it before me, embarrassed she grabbed a napkin to wipe it off and apologized. I wanted to tell her not to worry about it, I wanted to keep it. I wanted more, but she was walking to grab her stuff and I couldn’t even stand up. My cock was rock hard, the head pushing out of my boxers and rubbing against the material of my dress slacks. I watched her squat down to get her things and tried to adjust myself at the sight of her ass pushing under the short dress. Doing so freed my hard throbbing cock from my boxers and I panicked attempting to conceal it but my jacket was on the other side of the table.

She turned around and saw me, my hand on my cock trying to hide the absolute tent I had pitched. These pants didn’t conceal anything at all. She smiled and stepped back towards me. The sound of her heels on the floor absolutely tortured me and I couldn’t let go of myself, i tried thinking of things that would turn me off, i tried pushing it up under my waist band and nothing worked. She was close enough i knew she could see it, flipped up head pointed towards my belt line. I offered a half excuse, embarrassed as words wouldn’t come to mind. She placed her hand under mine her eyes locked with my gaze and I felt her hand flat moving up and down the length of me. The palm of her hand and well manicured figures moved up and down as far as my pants allowed. Leaning in she kissed me, moaning into my mouth as our tongues moved together. I thought about my girlfriend and how wrong this was. That lasted until I could feel her nails through the thin material, the sharp edges of them claiming my surrender till she broke the kiss and bit her lip asking if I had gotten a room…..