NYE Surprise

My wife decided instead of going out for New Years this year, she’d rather have just a few friends over and have a low-key night. I couldn’t argue because I didn’t want to fight the crowds anyways.

So she took care of the invite list and kept it to about 8 people, 4 couples.

Fast forward to New Years and here we are getting ready after the last check of appetizers warming and making sure we had enough beer and booze to host. Wife is in the shower and I’m getting dressed in the bedroom. I hear her call for me to let me know it’s a dress-casual theme. Unaware there was a theme, I went back to the bedroom to remove my comfy jeans and find a pair of black dress pants. After 10 minutes I finally had what I wanted and was dressed – black dress pants, a nice black and white dress shirt and comfy but dressy black shoes. I then left the bedroom to go check on the music and appetizers again and give my wife all the room so she could get ready. I had no idea what she was planning to wear, but I was holding my breath either. See, my wife hardly ever gets dressed up. Although when she does, she turns heads everywhere we go. She’s 5’1″, 115lbs with light brown hair and green/hazel eyes. She is petite in every sense, including her 34B breasts and perky little ass. Her best feature to me are her slender legs leading down to her size 6 sexy feet.

After a few warnings that our guests would be there any minute, she finally stepped out of the bedroom. When I turned to look, my jaw almost hit the floor. She was wearing a black sleeveless top with black slacks that tailored tightly around her ankles. When she spun around for me to see, the pants formed to her ass so perfectly it was almost as if they were stuck in her ass crack. Then I looked down and noticed something I’ve been asking for for a long time with no luck – she was wearing her black 3″ leather heels and I could see either stockings or pantyhose underneath! Boy, what was she thinking tonight! I did my best to hide my excitement and luckily the doorbell rang before I could say anything.

Our first guests arrived, her friend Cassandra and her husband Steve. We welcomed them in and showed them to the bar in the basement. I made our first round of drinks and we had a quick toast. Girls were having wine, Steve a beer and I made a rum and coke for myself. After a few minutes, the next guests arrived, Tony and Michelle. As they were making their way downstairs Matt and Kristen showed up. We all gathered by the bar and we decided it was a good time for everyone to have a shot! Shots went down and I made sure everyone had a drink. I made myself another drink and re-filled my wifes wine. All the guys we’re behind the bar talking with the ladies sitting in the stools across from us. I had some music playing in the background and the lights dimmed down – so far so good. My wife got a text from the last couple saying their son was sick so they cancelled their sitter and were going to stay in for the night.

So there we were, just the 8 of us. Even though these people were mainly my wife’s friends and their spouses, we were having a good time. After a another round of shots and drinks, the ladies decided it was time to dance. They walked out to the middle of the room and danced in a group to the old school R&B music that was playing. Us guys appreciated the view and stayed back to watch. My wife was clearly having a great time, and so were her friends. As I made myself another drink I felt .y phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it out and saw a text from my friend Dan. Dan had recently broke up with his longtime girlfriend and was looking for a place to have a few drinks. He wanted to stay away from the bar scene to risk running into her so I invited him over. One thing to mention about Dan is that when my wife and I were first dating and not very serious, he made a comment to me about how pretty he thought her feet were. It was a night after some drinks and it didn’t really bother me at the time, but the more I thought about it the more it seemed he would steal glances at my wife’s feet any chance he could get! I couldn’t blame him though, I did the same thing!

More drinks, some appetizers ask everyone was having fun. Dan arrived by himself about 20 minutes later. When he walked downstairs and appeared, my wife kind of gave me a look of concern. I think she was a little disappointed he showed up – he tends to drink a lot and is always the last one to leave the party.

I greeted Dan with a shot and a tall rum and coke, after all, he was feeling lonely. Dan quickly cheered up and tried his best to catch my buzz. After a 3rd glass of wine and 3 shots, my wife didn’t look so good. She pulled me aside and said her new prescription was upsetting her stomach and that she shouldn’t have drank that much. I felt terrible for selfish reasons. Here she was, all dressed up looking so beautiful and now she was quickly declining. I took her upstairs and had her lay down in our bed to try and feel better. I told her I would be back in a bit to check on her but before I could finish she was passed out. I looked her over, face down on the bed with her feet hanging over the edge of the bed – still wearing her heels!

It was very tempting but I decided to go back to hosting the party. After another 20 minutes or so, one of the couples decided they were ready to leave. Shortly after they left another couple headed out. It was getting close to 11:30 and winding down, I know, sad we can’t even make it to the countdown anymore! The last couple, Tony and Michelle were looking to leave but Michelle insisted on helping me clean up since my wife was not feeling good. I appreciated the help and we started to put all the food away. Even my buddy Dan was helping, while having drinks. Dan excused himself to use the bathroom which was at the top of the stairs while we finished cleaning. We were done a few minutes later and I walked the last guests upstairs and to the door. We said our goodbyes and thanked them for the help. I closed the door and I was beat. Then it dawned on me…where’s Dan??

I walked back towards the stairs and the bathroom door was open, no one there. I went downstairs but he wasn’t there either. Back upstairs I went, telling myself Dan was probably passed out in our guest bedroom. I walked down the hall quietly and that’s when I noticed a flash appear from the small opening of my bedroom door. I thought that was odd so I continued to walk slowly and quietly. I got to the spare bedroom and I peaked in – empty.

A few more steps and I was at my bedroom door. I moved my head slightly and there was that flash again! I looked inside and there was Dan – sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed taking pictures with his phone. I had a perfect view, I could see my wife’s whole body still laying face down, and Dan near her feet. Her heels were still on, but not for long. I took a deep breath and decided to sit tight and see what he was up to. I watched as Dan set his phone up against the dresser with his light on pointed at the bed.

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