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My wife eventually returned home on Sunday 4th January. The NY had rolled straight into the weekend. They had stayed at the hotel and then went back to his for New Year’s Day and stayed for the weekend as well. I was glad to see her home, I had missed her a lot.
After she settled in we sat down and started to go through a welcome home debrief, which she allowed when she was in a good mood. She could tell was desperate to see her so she told me to fetch her drink and then to kneel at her feet (with my cock out).
She sipped her drink and told me about the evening whilst I tugged on my micro cock. She told me NYE had been amazing and was a bit of an eye opener to another world of how others (with money) celebrate NYE. She said that it was incredibly posh and extravagant. The venue was filled with stunning women and good looking men. She said she was intimidated at first (most of the women were younger than her) but boyfriend reassured her telling her she was the most beautiful woman in the room. She said that the other women were wearing more conservative dresses than her very revealing dress, and she started to regret the decision to wear the revealing dress instead of the more classic dress I had bought her. After a while she started to relax enjoying the evening as the cocktails flowed. She said his friends were very welcoming and the meal was delicious. She said that she did notice several men eyeing her in her revealing dress. One guy who was on his own kept chatting to her when the boyfriend was not there but she tried not to encourage him because she remembered how boyfriend had told her off (and spanked her) for flirting previously.
As the evening wore on she said everyone was getting very drunk and she had an urge to up the ante on the sex front. Some very attractive women were chatting to her boyfriend so she was feeling a bit jealous. So she got up and went to the Ladies and removed her g-string, she came to the table, she distracted her boyfriend from his conversation with the attractive women and placed her g-string in his hand. She said that his eyes lit up and he told her ‘wait until I get you upstairs’. She then spent the rest of the evening with no underwear which she said was challenging (her dress was very short and only came down to her upper thigh) so if she were not careful when she sat down anyone looking would see her bare pussy. “I felt like his whore and I loved it” she told me. As she was telling me this I was tugging my small cock furiously.
As the evening wore on everyone was getting very drunk and behaviour was getting very sexy. There was a lot of sex in that hotel that evening she told me. They saw the New Year in with a deep kiss at midnight and 30 minutes later they were back in the hotel room. He did not wait for her to undress, she says he just told her to undo his trousers and get his cock out which she did obediently on her knees, she said his cock was rock hard already and ready to fuck. After sucking his cock briefly he picked her up threw her on the bed and fucked her there and then with her still in the designer dress I had bought her and him in his black tie suit. She said despite them both being incredibly drunk the sex was amazing, his cock was amazing, the evening amazing and it felt so naughty fucking in her dress after spending the second half of the evening with no underwear. “I saw all those guys and them looking at you in that dress with you not wearing anything underneath, I saw you teasing them” he told her as he fucked her. I came in my hand as she was telling me this.
They woke next day in their luxurious room, fucked again, “much more gently than the previous evening”, they had breakfast and checked out late. They went back to his and spent the Friday and weekend at his place.
I helped her unpack her case. She gave me her heels to clean and touch up (they had got a bit scuffed). Her black designer dress was creased and had sex stains on it. I could see her juices and what were obviously his cum stains on the black fabric. It said ‘dry clean only’ on the label. “Sorry” she said “we got a bit carried away, can you take it to the dry cleaners, make sure you tell them that the dress was worn NYE by your wife out with her boyfriend”.
So that’s how it came to pass, the first weekend of 2025 I was in my local dry cleaners, asking them to clean my wife’s designer black dress which cost me £300 on my credit card and I had not yet paid for, with cum stains all over. My phone was on mute in my pocket, my wife listening to every word as I told the lady behind the counter “please can you clean my wife’s dress, she was out NYE with her boyfriend and it got a bit dirty”