Holiday Heat: A Secret Night

The rain hammered against the hotel windows, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart as I adjusted the straps of the crimson silk dress. It clung to my curves, a deliberate provocation, designed to both impress Drew’s colleagues and ignite a primal fire within him. He'd worked so hard, pushing me to achieve this shape, this confidence, this undeniable allure. Tonight was the night to unleash it all. Months after our wedding, Drew’s employer was hosting their annual Christmas party at a swanky downtown hotel. A dress-up affair, naturally, and I’d chosen this dress specifically to highlight my figure, creating a visual feast for his discerning eyes. Beneath the silk, a black lace plunge bra and thong awaited, a secret weapon designed to deliver a double dose of pleasure.

As I checked my reflection one last time, I sent him a text: “Almost there. Can’t wait to see you.” His reply was immediate, a string of heart emojis followed by a suggestive winking face. It was a perfect start to the day, fueling the anticipation building within me. I arranged for Katie, my daughter, to have a sleepover with her friends, leaving Drew to handle the kids. This was our chance, a stolen evening dedicated solely to us.

The taxi pulled up to the hotel entrance, and Drew stepped out, his eyes instantly locking onto me. The air crackled with unspoken desire as he took in the full effect of my outfit. “Holly?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, a hint of surprise in his tone. I turned, letting the dress drape just so, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the lace beneath. "You look gorgeous," he breathed, his breath catching in his throat. It wasn't just a compliment; it was an admission of the potent effect I had on him. As he drew closer, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his cologne mingling with my own perfume. His bulge began to swell, a clear signal of his arousal, and I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had successfully initiated the evening’s agenda.

We checked into our room, a luxurious suite overlooking the city lights. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, creating a moody atmosphere that amplified our intimacy. Before even entering, I’d sent another text, laced with a provocative suggestion, and his response confirmed that he was indeed revving his engine. As I began to dress, I heard him open the door, and there he was, a silhouette against the hallway light. “Holly?” he called out, his voice laced with anticipation. With a final, lingering glance in the mirror, I stepped out, letting the dress fall open just enough to showcase the lace beneath. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening with pleasure. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace. I nibbled on his earlobe, my fingers tracing the contours of his hard cock, feeling its increasing size. “Yes,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Now…” I reached around, playfully slapping his ass, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “…get changed so we can go party!”

As he transformed, I couldn't help but admire his physique. The suit did little to conceal his powerful muscles, and the sight of his cock growing harder beneath his trousers was undeniably arousing. It was a testament to his dedication to fitness, a visual reminder of his commitment to pleasing me. Once he was fully dressed, we headed out to the party, mingling with Drew’s colleagues and superiors. He introduced me with a flourish, beaming with pride as he presented me as his beautiful wife. The party was a whirlwind of champagne, canapés, and forced conversation, but my focus remained solely on Drew. I made sure to engage with everyone, weaving through the crowd while discreetly keeping an eye on him, ensuring he felt the attention and admiration I was cultivating.

As dinner was served, I excused myself to the ladies’ room, a calculated move to put my second surprise into action. Without hesitation, I removed the thong, tucking it into my clutch bag, and returned to the table. As we waited for our entrees, I subtly slipped the lace thong into Drew’s jacket pocket, a playful act of dominance. When he noticed my move, his eyes narrowed in amusement, and he pulled out the lace, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He looked back at me, a sly smile playing on his lips, and I winked, confirming my intentions. “You’re a little naughty, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement.

The rest of the evening unfolded with a blend of social interaction and private indulgence. At one point, while his attention was diverted, I placed my hand on his thigh, edging my fingers close to his crotch, watching as his muscles tensed in response. He caught my eye, a silent acknowledgment of my provocation, and pulled me closer for a brief, passionate kiss. As the night wore on, I continued to test his boundaries, pulling away just as he was about to escalate the situation. The tension between us was palpable, a delicious dance of desire and restraint.

During dessert, I discreetly pulled the thong from my clutch bag and slipped it into his pocket. As he felt its texture, his eyes widened in shock, a primal reaction that confirmed my success. He pulled it out, examining it with a mixture of disbelief and excitement, and I smiled slyly, enjoying his reaction. “Does this mean that you are…commando?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He swallowed hard, a clear indication of his arousal. “Yes,” he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. “That does mean that you are commando.”

As the music turned up and the dance floor filled with revelers, Drew took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. We moved slowly, lost in each other’s embrace, the rhythm of the music intensifying our passion. He held me close, one arm around my waist, the other gently resting on my back. He ran his hand up my leg, brushing against my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, intoxicating me completely.

As we danced, I leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “You need to wait.” He moaned softly, responding to my command. As the night progressed, I continued to tease and tantalize him, always just out of reach, keeping him on the edge of his seat. When the music finally died down, I led him away from the crowd, seeking a moment of privacy. We found an empty room near the elevator, and as the doors closed behind us, the heat between us intensified.

I began removing my dress, slowly, deliberately, each movement designed to heighten his arousal. The silk slipped from my shoulders, revealing the black lace bra underneath, a bold statement of my intentions. As he watched, his eyes grew wild with desire. Finally, I reached my destination, stripping off the bra and thong, leaving me in nothing but my skin. He took one look at my exposed body, his breath catching in his throat. “Oh, Holly,” he whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure. “You are a dream.”

He moved quickly, kneeling before me and taking my hand, pulling me close. He began kissing me passionately, his lips tracing every curve of my body. As he reached for my clitoris, I arched my back, intensifying his pleasure. His touch was demanding, insistent, and I couldn't resist succumbing to his desires. With each stroke, I moaned louder, losing myself in the moment. He continued his assault, his fingers exploring every inch of my body, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

As the climax approached, I felt my body tremble uncontrollably. I squeezed my legs together, bracing myself for the inevitable release. The sensation was overwhelming, a wave of pure pleasure that washed over me. With a final, desperate gasp, I let go, collapsing into his arms, breathless and spent. He held me close, savoring the moment, before pulling away to admire the aftermath. Looking down at my body, he smiled with satisfaction. "You were absolutely perfect," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You are a true pleasure."

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