The Christmas Party  - Part 1 ?
by SeeShow

It's amazing to me how things have turned around 180 degrees in my
relationship with Barbie. When she and I first meet she was only
seventeen; a skinny kid with a few complexion problems. I was
twenty-three and had just graduated from college with an exciting
future to look forward to in my dad's construction business.
Barbie's mom was happy to see her only daughter attach herself to a
guy with some future rather than some of the high school bad boys
that were trying to get into her panties. When I suggested Barbie
live with me as I put her through college her mom was more than
happy about the arrangements. It was pressure from my folks that led
me to get married during Barbie's junior year. Those initial years
were ideal as far as I was concerned. But by the time Barbie
graduated with her masters degree as computer systems specialist
things began to change.

She was of course no longer dependent on my money to put her through
school and she was making an excellent income. Her skinny appearance
and minor complexion problems had disappeared as well as putting on
some needed weight she actually had grown a few inches taller as
well. She was now a full grown gorgeous 5'8" women with a beautiful
figure in the neighborhood of 34C-25-35. As for myself, I had never
been what you considered a real good looker and unfortunately
baldness runs rampant in our family and as I approached the ripe old
age of thirty, I was reseeding quickly. My height of 5'7" placed me
at a little shorter than her, even when she wore flats. I had the
feeling that people looked at us when we were out together and
wondered how such a plain ordinary guy had been able to latch onto a
beauty like Barbie. As a couple I guess we were an oddity; kind of a
Mutt and Jeff couple with me being short and very ordinary while
Barbie was wonderfully tall, sexy and beautiful.

It didn't help my ego any that Barbie was no longer looking to me
for guidance and direction as she once had. As a matter of fact she
had developed a complete air of confidence and assurance to the pont
that she was the one giving directions to me. She was good at her
job and she knew it and she was beautiful and she knew that as well.
Why wouldn't she know it? Her co-workers and even her boss were
always telling her how beautiful she was.

Several years ago I made one of two very large mistakes in my
relationship with Barbie. Our sex life wasn't like it once was and
in order to add that spark back to our sex life I got the brilliant
idea of showing some x-rated videos to Barbie. Believe it or not she
had not ever seen one before and as the night went on I thought it
was a good idea on my part because she was obviously interested in
the action taking place on the screen. In fact, she was breathing
hard when I played with her tits as we watched Peter North take on
Barbie Doll. She kept commenting on how BIG he was as well as the
other males in the video. She turned to me and told me that she had
never really noticed how small I was until now. I don't think she
meant it viciously, but never the less it did hurt my feelings. I
knew that my five incher was just a little under the norm, but I had
never been made too feel ashamed of it until then.

The second huge mistake I made and I guess the thing that really
cemented me being relegated to a secondary role with Barbie took
place about a  year ago. You see my dad passed away leaving me the
business. I remembered how he had almost lost everything in a law
suit and thought I was being smart by placing everything I owned in
Barbie's name. (Knowing someone might sue me in the future as
builders often have a dissatisfied customer) I knew that once six
months had passed if I was required to file bankruptcy, that my
creditor would not be able to obtain anything from me as it would
legally be owned by Barbie. What I hadn't counted on was Barbie
deciding that since everything was now in her name she ruled the
household.

She definitely became the more dominate personality in our
relationship. She took to paying the bills, and deciding what we
needed and didn't need to buy. She even put me on a minimal budget
that required me asking her for money any time I wanted to buy
something more expensive than gas for the car or my haircuts. On the
other hand, Barbara who always had high tastes in cars and clothes
drove  her' corvette and wore the sexiest classy designer dresses.

It seemed to me that from the day we signed the papers for her to
own all our property, her attitude toward me changed. For example,
she began expecting me to do more of the household chores than I had
done in the past so that she could spend more time in the gym
working on building an even better figure than the one she had. One
of the things she insisted upon was having a mammary augmentation
operation. She told me that it had always bothered her that she
didn't have bigger breasts when she was growing up and she really
wanted them now. When I started to protest she reminded me that she'
had the money to do it and it's what she wanted. The operation cost
over $8,000 with all medical bills considered and according to
Barbie it was worth every penny of it as her figure blossomed to a
full 37DD-25-35.

After the operation her way of dressing seemed to change drastically
as she began wearing much sexier cloths and heavier makeup than
before to accentuate her new bountiful figure. I knew that she had
never had any one but me and I just figured that she was enjoying
the flattery that came her way as men looked at her in her sexy
clothing. I have to tell you right now I am NOT one of those guys
who enjoys guys ogling his wife. I always found it hard to accept
despite Barbie's words to not worry about it. She kept telling me
how I should be proud of how sexy she looks and how nasty remarks to
her from other men was just their way of complimenting her and me.
When I asked how that complimented me, she quickly answered by
telling me that having a sexy good looking wife like her that other
men desired was a tribute to my good taste and good sense to marry
her in the first place. How could I argue with that? However, I did
and still do feel jealous when men are giving her the once over.
But, knowing Barbie enjoys it I simply do not say anything about it
any more.

Despite her new sexy breasts, our sex life actually seemed to go
further down hill after the operation. We went down to having sex
about once a week and it was killing me to be living with this sexy
goddess and be getting so little sexual action. Like any guy in my
position, I started jacking off and I kept wondering why Barbie
wasn't as interested in sex as much as she once was. Last month at
her company's Christmas party, I think I finally got my answer.

Her company was having a very formal affair that was held at a hotel
downtown. Watching Barbie  dress for the affair was. She wore
silver-black 4" high heels, black nylons held up by a sexy black
garter belt, and a black knit dress with a low cut scoop neckline
and a high side slit. She bought some expensive jewelry just for the
occasion and her silver necklace, bracelet and diamond studded ear
rings complimented her black dress beautifully. As we walked into
the  party all eyes went toward her and I could see envy in the eyes
of some of the older more conservative wives and lust in some of the
eyes of the men present there.

Barbie directed me to a table which she had obviously previously
arranged as to who would be sitting there. One of the men sitting at
our table was Andrew, Barbie's boss. I noticed that he was not with
anyone else and I also noticed the way he really gave her the once
over. After introductions all around we sat down with me on one side
of Barbie and Andrew on her other side. It was hurtful to me to
watch the guys at our table flirt with Barbie and even more hurtful
to observe Barbie returning their remarks with flirtations of her
own, especially to Andrew. Making remarks about how wonderfully tall
his pinstriped suit made him look were particularly damaging to me
as she knew my sensitivity about my short stature. Just as bad where
her compliments to him about his wonderful full head of hair. In
return, he would whisper in her ear and she would giggle like a
sixteen year old. But that wasn't the only problem I had to suffer
through. Barbie began putting me down in various ways including
telling everyone that she wasn't sure how she convinced me to come
to a dance when I NEVER danced, mostly because I didn't know how.
Everyone around the table snickered at her put-down remark.

It was obvious that she was interested in dancing and so Andrew got
up and asked her if she wanted to dance. As an after thought he kind
of looked my way and said, "...that is if it's OK with you" Barbie
answered for me, telling him that she was sure I wouldn't mind. -
When, in fact, I think she knew that I did. Thereafter, guys keep
her busy dancing most all of the dances, especially the slow ones.
Some of the guys seemed to take delight in holding her real tight
and close and none more so than Andrew. I suffered trough watching
my wife cuddle up to these guys on the dance floor  with them
becoming more and more familiar with her. As the drinks flowed and
Barbie continued to imbibe she also got more and more rambunctious
it seemed to me. At one point, I noticed Andrew had his hand INSIDE
the back of her dress and all the way down onto her ass. I swear
that I could see Barbie's hand on her bosses crotch. It became so
upsetting to me that I simply couldn't bear to watch any more. I
tried to engage in polite conversation with some of the people at my
table but my thoughts kept going back to the fact that my wife was
out on the dance floor practically being devoured by her boss.

When the band took a break, Andrew brought her back to the table and
I thought I'd have some jealously relief, but I was wrong. When they
sat down, Andrew had drawn his chair closer to my wife and I could
just barely see that he had his hand on her bear nyloned leg (the
one exposed by the slit in the side of her dress). He was obviously
stroking it up and down and Barbie seemed to be really enjoying it
and whatever it was that he kept whispering into her ear. After we'd
been there for about three and a half hours and I'd taken all I
could take, I suggested to Barbie that we leave. By then she was
slurring her words and had definitely had to much to drink. She
point blank told me that she wasn't anywhere close to being ready to
leave and if I was not having any fun then I should go home and go
to bed and she'd find someone to bring her home. By then I was too
pissed off to be thinking straight and I simply left, knowing full
well that the one to bring her home most likely would be Andrew.


When I got home, I just couldn't sleep with the vision of my Barbie
dancing so wickedly with her boss and the other men at the party. I
tossed and turned and finally about 2:00 AM I gave up altogether and
it hit me that Barbie was still not home. I went toward to the
window and opened it a little to let some fresh air in because it
was unseasonably warm even for here in the deep south. It was then
that I saw, with some relief a car pull into our driveway and Barbie
get out from the passenger side. Her hair was all messed up and her
clothes seemed to be in disarray. As her boss got out from his side
she went around to his side and told him she couldn't thank him
enough for the really great time he had given her for the evening.
He told her that the evening didn't have to end just yet did it and
with that she flung her dress jacket on the hood of his car and said
she guessed not. When he asked about me, she said, "don't worry
about him. Based on his previous record, Mr. Excitement' has been
asleep for hours.

With that said she practically attacked him.  Her lips went to that
sensitive spot on his neck that most men don't like to admit that
they have, while her hands rubbed his shoulders and chest.  In a
moment or two, one hand found its way to the growing bulge in his
pants and she spent several minutes making sure it was well rubbed.
Without being prompted by him she dropped to her knees and unbuckled
his belt. I couldn't believe that she was doing this to me and in
our driveway where some neighbors might see her despite the late
hour. She mouthed his prick through his silk boxer shorts before she
slipped it out into the breeze.  Then she just stroked it a while
with her hands. When it was good and hard she engulfed it with her
lips. She slurped the length from crown to base in long, wet
strokes.  I couldn't believe she was giving her boss a blow job
(something she hardly ever did for me) and I couldn't believe she
was doing it right in our own driveway.

I could tell that he was about to unload and made her back off a
bit, while he reached down and pinched her nipples through her
dress. Abruptly, she stood, then backed off a few steps.  She had a
lustful smile on her face.

"Do me from behind," she said, as she pulled up her skirt over her
waist. "Like you did in the car." I was doubly jolted. Not only did
she want him to fuck her, but they had obviously already indulged in
their sexual games previously. With that said, she lowered her
panties to mid thigh and leaned against the hood of the car, with
her ass presented to him most invitingly. Andrew stepped up behind
her and laid his prick in the valley between her ass cheeks.
Instead of sliding in immediately he reached around and cupped her
bare tits by lowering the top of her dress and nuzzled her neck
giving her a small hickey. Finally, he hunched a little and drove
his big dick solidly into her gleaming pussy. He seemed to hesitate
savoring the sensation for a moment before he began thrusting in and
out of her.  I guess it was because Barbie was completely lost in
ecstasy or maybe because she just didn't care if the neighbors
heard, but before I knew it she was screaming her head off as he
plunged into and out of her unresisting depths.

  Her tits were squashed against the warm hood of the car and I
could see her expression reflected in the windshield -- she seemed
to be enjoying one long sustained orgasm.  Her boss seemed to
redoubled his efforts, and in short order he plastered his seed deep
inside her, while she came and came and made a misty spot on the
windshield with her panting breath. They both slumped against the
car and I knew their action was done for the night.

I was heart fallen beyond belief as I had observed that scene unfold
before me. I was simply too shocked and crushed to move from my spot
as I watched their lewd coupling below me. Allowing him to spill his
seed deep inside her womb was the final blow to my pride as Barbie
always made me wear a condom when we made love. What was worse of
all, was the fact that she was in a very fertile period of her
cycle.

I hustled back into bed, closing the window carefully as they said
their last good-bys and Barbie pulled her dress back up over her
breasts and down over her legs. In just a few moments she was  up
the steps and into our room with her panties still in her hands. I
faigned being asleep when she came into the room. I had thought of
confronting her with what I had seen, but decided the better part of
valor was just to ignore it. My real fear was that if I had
confronted her she might have said, "So what. What are you going to
do about it?" And the truth is, I know I wouldn't be able to do
anything about it. I figured it was just better to keep it to myself
than to engage in a possible conflict with my beautiful and sexy
wife.

After all, even if I don't have her exclusively, I enjoy her
sexually from time to time and half a loaf is certainly better than
none at all! Don't you agree?

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If there is enough interest, I'll try a second part to this one. SeeShow
