My name is Troy Wilson and I was at a New Year's costume party. I want to go on record as stating that I hate parties and I especially hate costume parties. I was there under protest but my wife insisted and it seemed like it was easier to go than fight about it.

I went dressed as a doctor complete with lab coat, stethoscope and head mirror while my wife, Maxine, went as a nurse. A very naughty nurse. Her uniform was cut so low that it came down to within millimeters of her nipples. Her areolas even became visible when she moved just right. I hadn't had time to check before we left so I wasn't sure if she wore panties under that extremely short skirt or not.

The party was a group of Max's co-workers and I didn't really like any of them. I hated being in a group of jerk-offs that I didn't know. Max had insisted we go and I couldn't find a good reason why not.

Max and I had been married for nearly two years and it was a second marriage for both of us. Ironically I met Max at a party and it was lust at first sight. Love snuck up on me a bit later.

On that occasion, since it was a Halloween party, Max was dressed as a witch. A lovely and lustful witch. She was wearing a black costume which showed off her large breasts to an advantage. Frankly there wasn't a lot of dress from mid-thigh to the tops of her huge boobs.

Max is short, just barely five feet two, but what nature denied her in stature, she gave with both hands to Max's chest. Max is blessed with thirty-eight C breasts which would be ample on any woman. On her five-two frame they appear to be much larger.

In addition to her large boobs, Max has very large nipples. Long and fat nips that seem to grow larger when she is aroused. Actually, as I discover rather quickly after we started dating, they do not get bigger, just harder and pokier (if that's a word). Also Max's nipples are super sensitive. She can get off with just having her nipples played with.

Everything about Max is natural including her golden blonde hair. She usually keeps her hair cut so short it would appear mannish on some women. However not one build like Max. Her pubic hair is practically nonexistent, being just small whips of blonde hair

Max is a design engineer with a large firm. Actually Max is head of the design department and that was the excuse she used to insist we attend the New Year's bash. She had to set the example of team work or some such shit.

I wanted to attend dressed like an attorney, which I am, but Max wouldn't hear of it. As a pretend doctor I found the open bar to seek-out medicinal alcohol. Large amounts of alcohol to make the whole thing bearable. While I medicated, I look at the crowd. I estimated there were over a hundred people milling around the large room. Some of the women were even worth looking at.

Max was doing what she loved to do. She was talking with everybody there and making them feel welcome while giving the ogling men a good look at the tops of her boobs. I couldn't fall-out with the men for looking because I liked to look also. I knew that Max was a bit of an exhibitionist and that was fine with me because I am a bit of a voyeur.

I suppose that was why we both were on a second run at marriage. My first wife was a prude and Max's first husband was so flaming jealous he didn't want her to leave the house with any skin visible. Ain't it grand that a semi-exhibitionist and a semi-voyeur found one another? I say semi-exhibitionist because I always suspected that Max was more of a tease than anything. I mean a tease to other men. She was not a tease in our bedroom.

Max loves sex and she is always ready or ready to get ready for sex. She loves oral sex either giving or receiving. Max is the only woman I ever ran across that could have a climax just from sucking my dick.

Early on in our relationship I was trying to figure out how to bring up the subject of anal sex when she surprised me by suggesting it herself. Until I met her, I always assumed that a woman just put-up with oral and anal sex to please her man, but not Max. She loves both.

After her divorce, Max spent a lot of time and money buying expensive and naughty underwear. I recall being shocked at the size of her collection. Her lingerie collection numbers in the hundreds and I kid you not.

When Max is at work she dresses modestly but it always tickles me that underneath her conservative dress or suit, she has something that would guarantee a hard-on from almost any man. Max doesn't even own pantyhose because she prefers hose with garter belt. I have often wondered why bras, which have two main components, are always used singularly and panties which have one main component are used in the plural. Anyone care to weigh-in?

So there we were partying our asses off and Max loving every minute of it. I on the other hand didn't care much for it. Well, not until I had several drinks of pretty good whiskey. I did, as always, enjoyed watching Max work the crowd.

Seeing Max in that risqué outfit had to be a treat for the guys. I was sure she was the main reason many of the men attended the several parties her company sponsored each year. One in the spring, winter, summer, and fall and they didn't hold back on the expense. Her company made my law firm seem like misers...which they were. My firm hosted one party at Christmas that was a dull affair and dull is stretching the truth some.

I glanced at my watch and saw we had only been there for a bit over an hour. I ordered another double and settled in to drink and people-watch. I knew better than to even suggest we leave early. Max would want to be the last person to leave.

Over the next few hours I watched my wife network with her co-workers and her bosses. She reminded me of a butterfly flitting from flower to flower. She only spent a few minutes with anyone or group except for one man. With him she stayed long enough for some laughs and conversations before moving on. During the evening I noticed she managed to spend a lot of time with him.

In the two years I managed to meet many of the people Max worked with but the tall dark man was unknown to me. I couldn't help but notice he was well built and his Batman costume showed off a lot of muscles or I hoped, padding.

He was obviously a black man but more light colored than many so-called blacks. Later in the evening he removed the bat-cowl and I saw his head was shaven smooth and he had what I could call a pleasant face. I suppose some might say he was a handsome man.

It was well after the magic hour of midnight when Max finally allowed me to drag her away from the party. During the taxi ride home to our apartment I asked her about the tall black man.

"Oh, you're talking about Richard Hall," Max said. "Dick has only worked for our company for a few months but I've known him for a long time. We dated for a while in college and later after my divorce. Wasn't that a grand party?"

"It was a fine party," I agreed. "How long did you and Dick date?"

"Not very long," she answered sleepily. "I met you and all other men just flew out of my mind."

Max was too drunk and sleepy for more conversation so I let it alone for the time being. I wanted to revisit the subject of Dick Hall again. At least Max awaken enough for some hot fucking after we got home but after that she was out for the count.