At The Conference

Whether you want to believe this or not, I don't really care. However, this is a true story.

I have never written to the internet before and after reading numerous stories from Literotica I thought I'd put my story to you for your pleasure. The story is in two parts if you like this first part and you inform me of this then I'll release the second part.

It all happened in London, September 1998.

My wife, Angie and I were going through a bad time in our marriage. We'd been married for just over twelve years by that time with two kids and a nice home. My job was relatively well paid and it kept us in good financial order. All that said my relationship with Angie was a different kettle of fish altogether. Since our daughter was born and especially in the last two years Angie had lost her sense of fun, fashion and sex. Whether it was ultimately due with carrying and giving birth to Lucy I'll never know.

In reality I thought I'd lost the woman I'd married.

Angie had forgone her sense of fashion from a fun loving attitude that gave her an eye for choosing just the right sort of clothing to set off her figure in the most delicate of ways that always made me want for more. She was a woman who loved to show her femininity sensuously that was never over the top or slutty looking; I always admired her for that.

Now she has become so conservative that she covers nearly eighty percent of her body. Long skirts, jeans, baggy jumpers and high neck blouses gave her a dowdy look. I can't remember the last time I saw her naked.

In that year my employer had a large conference in London. The company had had its best year so far and for the first time it allowed wives and partners to come along to the Year End Ball. The conference was a two day event taking place in the Docklands area and we were all put up in hotels. And because we were living down in deepest Cornwall we were given an extra night so that I was at the conference on time. It was to start on the Thursday and finish on the Friday night, and culminating with the End of Year Ball.

I used this opportunity to bring Angie out of her conservative attitude and hopefully get my wife back I married.

So two weeks before the event I asked Angie, "Would you like to London with me for the conference."

"Oh yes, that would be great," she replied then suddenly thought about it, "But you'll be at the conference all day and I'll be stuck in the hotel bored out of my mind."

"Not necessarily, you could go sight seeing see the Tower of London, Buck Palace."

"Not on my own. Oh no, I couldn't go with out you."

"I know you've never been to London in your life so why not take this opportunity, it's free," I said, "I really want you to be with me and we can go to the ball and dance all night."

"Do you really?" Angie asked amazed.

"Yes of course I do however, there is a catch!"

"What do you mean a catch?" She asked suspiciously.

"It's one you'll like."

"Well come on out with it." She urged irritated.

"I would like you to go shopping and buy yourself some new clothes."

Angie looked sceptical, "Why, why do you want me to buy new things?"

"Because I want to see you looking nice again wearing more fashionable clothing."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Angie queried her face again looking irritated.

"Angie you've changed so much over the last couple of years. It pains me to see you like this. As you are at the moment you're not the woman I married."

"Oh, Peter what do you mean?" Angie looked utterly horrified.

"To be blunt your dress sense has become non-existent our sex life pretty much the same, making our relationship pretty insecure."

"But I thought you loved me?" Angie blurted out her voice now sounding fearful.

"Of course I love you, Angie but we both have needs. My need is to have you back the way you were. Before Katie was born you were fun loving exciting woman -- the woman I married. Now you are the complete opposite."

Angie went silent. She sat up in her chair, straight back looking down into her lap where she started to fidget with her fingers. This was her normal stance when we started to a conversation and it didn't go her way regardless of the trivialness of the subject.

"Don't you agree you have changed?"

Angie nodded.

"I'm not chastising you, Angie you know me better than that. All I want is for you to be yourself. I don't know what's gone wrong or why but let's see if we can bring your confidence back."

Angie looked up at me with those large black eyes of hers and I could have melted into her arms but I held firm.

She nodded in agreement.

"All I want is for you to go shopping and have some fun purchasing some new clothes, dresses, skirts and even underwear. I want to see you looking sexy again like you used to. But more importantly I want you to feel sexy and confident."

Angie looked down into her lap and quietly said, "I'll try."

That was good enough for me.

The hotel was excellent. We had one of those large rooms with a king size bed and all the mod-cons such as separate shower furniture for more than one person sit in, satellite TV etc. I was well pleased.

We had arrived around four pm on the Wednesday so we found our room, showered had an early dinner and then went into the Soho and saw a show.

Angie had been excited all day and everything was going well, that is until she'd changed to go out and her dowdiness again was there for all to see. I was livid that she hadn't put herself out; she hadn't put any make up on either. I bit my tongue and of we went.

The show we saw was excellent entertainment and due to the fact Angie had never been to London before she was in awe with it all. When we got back to the hotel we had a night cap in the bar. There was a guy throwing some tunes together at the piano so we sat and listened for a while. The atmosphere was excellent and after a while we went up to bed.

I made my advances towards once we were under the covers but she rejected them saying she was tired from all the travelling. I again was angry and frustrated to say the least and fell asleep wondering if it was worth all the hassle.

I tossed and turned through out the night and I woke even more frustrated and a deep bewilderment.

We went down to breakfast together and very little said between us. Angie was still dressing in her dowdy clothes and just looking at her took me deeper into my gloom. In the end it was Angie who broke the silence.

"What time does the conference end today?" she asked as she drank her tea.

"About five," I replied.

We fell silent again but then I asked, "You still going shopping?"

She looked at me and snapped, "Yes, that's what you want isn't it?"

"Don't you want to?" My gloom very quickly turned to anger with my voice indicating it.

Angie ignored the sound of my voice, "Yes, I think so. I want us to be happy." She replied and finished eating her toast, "But I haven't a clue where I should go or how to get there."

"Well there's Oxford Street that'll be a good start." I finished my coffee and stood up to go, "I've got quite a bit to do today so I'm going now." From my wallet I took a credit card out and gave it Angie, "There have some fun; you have twelve hundred pounds to play with."

Angie's eyes lit up with amazement.

I smiled to myself.

"When I get back tonight I want to see you dressed in some nice new sexy clothes."

Angie was still in shock as she nodded in agreement.

As I entered the hotel that evening and I noticed an advertisement for an 80's disco in the hotel that night and I thought Angie would love that as she loves to dance. Me I'd rather sit and watch while waiting for the slow dances to happen that's when I like to be on the dance floor.

It's been years since we had a smooch.

On approaching our room I became apprehensive about Angie actually going shopping. If she'd back out now how was I going to deal with it, something I hadn't really thought about?

I entered the room to find a dozen carrier bags scattered across the bed. I smiled to myself and gave a mental sigh of relief.

"Hello, I'm back." I called out.

A voice came from the bathroom, "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

Loads of thought went through my mind as I wondered about what she had bought. I switched on the TV and sat to watch the early evening news.

Five minutes later the bathroom door opened.

I stood up like an expectant kid waiting for a gift.

There standing in front of me was my wife. The wife I once had. She was wearing a pale blue skirt suite. The jacket was tailored with two small buttons pulling the jacket tight over her breasts forcing them up and out. There was no blouse so you had a full cleavage on show with a hint of a black lacy bra underneath. Her skirt, as was the jacket, was well cut and shaped to fit, but it was the shortness of it that shocked me the most with the hem a good six inches above the knee. Angie was also wearing black stockings and I found out later a suspender belt. To cap of the suit she was wearing heels of similar colour to her suite.

However, it was what she'd done with her hair that made the biggest difference. She'd had a perm giving her hair long loose curls making her hair fuller and bouncier giving her an angelic sexy look.

"What do you think," she asked, "You don't think I've gone too far?" She smoothed the skirt down with her hands picking off a loose piece of cotton thread.

After putting my eyes back into their sockets I replied, "Angie you look absolutely wonderful. Now there stands the woman I married."

"Really," she replied somewhat shocked.

"Really, you look beautiful. I'm proud of you, Angie really proud."

"I have some other things to show you I'll change into them."

"No, no they can wait. I want you to stay as you are. Let me shower and change and we'll go down to dinner." I started removing my shirt and headed for the bathroom. In the doorway I turned, "Why don't you go on down to the bar and get the drinks in, I'll only be a few minutes?"

A sudden shocked expression appeared on her face, "I, I don't know if I can do that!"

"Sure y' can -- mines a glass or merlot." I closed the bathroom door.

It went down hill then. Firstly I had a fight with the shower controls as I couldn't get the right temperature. Then when I got out of the shower the telephone was ringing; it was my boss who wanted to go over his speech he was giving the next morning. What should have been fifteen minutes turned into fifty? When I got down to the bar I was expecting a roasting from Angie.

At first I couldn't see Angie as there were a crowd of guys, office types, crowding round the bar closest to the entrance. I got to the bar and saw Angie sitting at the far end with her back to me.

Angie again shocked me; there was my prudish wife who wouldn't speak with anyone now unless she'd known them for several months sitting in a bar, in London, speaking with an old man -- a stranger...

I was so shocked that I wanted to make sure that they were really talking and that she'd hadn't just given him the brash off. So I walked round the outskirts of the room until I got to a position where I could clearly see the two of them.

Sure enough they were talking and what's more Angie looked like she was enjoying his company and she started to laugh at something he'd said.

The man was well into his sixties short with a balding head with a narrow white moustache along his top lip. What drew your attention most though was his large pot belly that hung well over his trousers. He was dressed in a suit but from where I was standing not in a good state of repair. He really looked like a travelling salesman on bad times.

Angie was sitting on the bar stool while her new friend was standing in front of her with a pint glass half full in his hand. What I notice most was when ever Angie looked away from him he would look at her legs. It was then I became aware of her skirt had ridden up big time. I suppose due to the fact that it was short anyway it wouldn't take much for it to ride up if it were unchecked by the wearer. And this was unchecked even from where I was standing I could glimpse some stocking top. What he could see from his position God only knows.

I thought it time I made my entrance.

I approached them just as Angie threw her head back with laughter. The old man had obviously told her another joke and once again he looked at her legs. As I came along side Angie I looked down to find her legs slightly parted and that he was probably looking at her panty covered crotch.

I touched Angie on the shoulder and she looked at me and smiled. The look I got from the old man was predatory; he was clearly thinking he was on a winner with Angie.

"Hi darling," she looked at the old man, "This is my husband, Peter. Peter this is Sid he's in sales just the same as you."

"Hi, Sid it's nice to meet you."

Sid was crestfallen as he looked up at me, "Peter," he replied taking my hand and gave me one of the limpest hand shake I'd ever had.

I looked down at her legs and Angie saw me, she immediately realised her skirt needed pulling down and did so very quickly.

"Well thanks for looking after my wife, Sid. It appears she was having a good time but we're going into dinner now," I looked at Angie, "Shall we go?"

"Yes of course. Thanks for a nice time, Sid." Angie said to him with a nice warm smile. We left to enter the restaurant leaving Sid rather deflated.

We were shown to our table and ordered a bottle of wine.

"I see you were having a nice time with, Sid?"

"It was okay. But you were a long time?"

"I'm sorry about that. I couldn't get the shower to work at first and once I was out the boss phoned."

"It took me a while to get the shower to work. What did your boss want?"

"He wanted to go through his speech with me. He's got a to speak to all of us tomorrow morning, he's asked me to go to the conference a bit earlier so that he can practise on it."

"I saw old Sid getting an eye full?"

Angie looked at me puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Well he was certainly looking at your legs quite a bit. Not that I blame him you have lovely legs even more so when you're wearing stockings."

"What!" Angie's face turned deep red with embarrassment.

"You mean you didn't notice the fact that your skirt was so high he could see the tops of your stockings?"

"Oh my God; he must think I'm a tart or something," Angie interrupted. Her look of shock was so real.

"But from his position he was probably looking at your panties!"

"Oh no, I'm going to change," Angie said disgusted. She was completely lost for words and the shock was clearly evident on her face. Angie made to get up grabbing for her handbag.

"Sit down, Angie and don't be silly these things happen."

"But . . ."

"You're know more of a tart that the next woman. Sit down and order your meal, the waitress is coming."

Angie sat and put her bag on the floor.

The waitress took our order and then hesitated, "if you don't mind me saying but that outfit you're wearing I really like it." She looked Angie up and down smiling and looking slightly embarrassed.

"What did I tell you, case closed?" I added.

"Would you tell me where you got it from?"

"Um, well I got it today it was one of those little boutiques down Carnaby Street."

"Well it suites you. Everything about it makes you look real good." The waitress smiled and went off with out order.

Angie sat flabbergasted. Her mind was reeling from what the waitress said.

"See I told you didn't I?"

"Yes you did. Going by what you said I suppose Sid thought he was in for a chance with me." Angie said.

"I had that thought went I saw him looking at you. When I turned up he was about to tell me to bugger off but you introduced me as your husband and thwarted all of his plans for tonight."

"He must think me easy," Angie added perplexed.

"Don't worry about it, Angie he's seen no more than what you would've seen on the beach."

"I suppose you're right, but because of what you've said I feel dirty."

"Well you shouldn't."

We had our meal chatted throughout. We hadn't done this for a very long time and we were both enjoying the evening.

Music started in the bar with a disco playing eighties music. Angie and I got up and went into the bar. A few people were already dancing and we found a table not to far from the dance floor. I got us another bottle of wine and we sat watching the dancers.

Angie was always a girl who loved to dance. Even now the music was making gently gig in her seat, but she would never get up on her own. It would always be me who would instigate the dancing and from then on she was lost to the music and only came back to the table for refreshment.

After a while I took her onto the floor and we danced to a tune and then I returned to our table, Angie remained on the floor dancing away without a care in the world. For my part I just love to watch her, and now that she was well dressed and looking sexy watching her dance was a delight.

The evening went on and Angie was back and forth drinking her wine. She sat with me for a while and as we sat quietly watching the dancers Sid turned up. The short pot bellied man walked up to our table.

"Hi there," he said with a tentative smile, "Any chance I might join you folks?" he called over the music.

I indicated for him to sit but before he did he called back saying he would get some more wine.

Sid returned a few minutes later with another bottle of wine and sat next to me. Angie coloured up with embarrassment I thought I might have over stepped the mark by allowing him to sit with us especially after what we'd discussed over dinner. Sid however didn't really pay Angie much attention as he started to talk to me about business. In fact he was trying to fish out information about the company but I led him around a bit not giving anything away. We talked for a good hour and in that time Angie was having the time of her life on the dance floor. I have to say she loves dancing with a passion.

After that Sid gave trying to grill me and went to the bathroom. The wine had dried up so I got another bottle. When I looked over at Angie again I saw Sid on the dance floor with her. He was strutting his bit to the music. He wasn't actually dancing with Angie but he was keeping close.

The music tempo changed and Angie came to the table for more wine.

"Old Sid there isn't a bad mover for his age?" I said to her

She looked back at the old man still dancing. "Yeah he's ok," she replied and then returned to floor.

It was Sid's turned to come back to the table and he knocked back a good half of his pint. He was sweating profusely and he sat down breathing heavily.

"It's really hot in here." He commented. I knew it was more to do with him being unfit.

Then a slow tune came on and that was my cue. I got up and joined Angie on the floor and we started dancing together. I held her close feeling her breast against my chest. I really felt great holding my new sexy wife. We moved round the floor jostling with the other dancers as we moved and fought for our little spot. The music went on and I think we both went off into our own little comfort zone as we felt the warmth our bodies against each other. I don't remember how long we were together but I was in heaven. I'd forgotten what it was like to dance with Angie as she clung close to me, to feel her breathing and where she'd being dancing for so long a her beating hard in her chest. The sensation was so intoxicating that I really didn't want to let her go -- ever.

But my reverie very quickly came to an end.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I look up to find Sid standing there smiling, "Can I butt in here, Pete?"

He caught me of guard I suppose. I really didn't know what I was doing and step away from Angie and he took my place. I stood there and watched as he put his arms round her waist and pulled her close. The cosy warmth of our joining suddenly disappeared as he began to move her round the floor. I saw Angie's face and it was one of desperation and the question why.