I love to attend Dinner Parties. Some think they are boring, but I love the fact that I get to dress up for the occasion. I remember the first one I ever attended. My Parents took me along because they could not find a sitter. My Mother gave me a whole list of things that I should not do and made me memorize them before we left. I was the perfect little lady. I was mesmerized by how everyone looked. The women looked beautiful and the men were so handsome. There was an argument that took place between a Husband and Wife that I found interesting. Everyone else was trying not to look at them, but I watched the whole thing.
I do not remember word for word what they said, but the gist of it was the wife was flirting with another man at the party. The other man was the one who told the Husband about it. The wife was a bit drunk, and she started to shouting at her Husband. She was mentioning things they did in bed, and how awful he was with it all so of course she was flirting with others, because it was the only way she could get what she needed. I woman was so drunk that she was swaying. I had no clue what the hell any of that meant. My Mother came up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and said to my Dad, “Let’s go.”
I do not know what happened after we left, but over the years I have fantasized about it. I always like to think that at one point she made her Husband pull down his pants and underwear to show everyone what she was talking about. A few of the women in the room would giggle then clear their throat to regain their composure. One or two people would pull out their cell phones and take a pic, so they could post it to Snap. She would just drunkenly rant on and on about how small his cock was. Even though he was being belittled he would get hard and he couldn’t do anything about it because she was in control, humiliating him, and it was turning him on.
I haven’t figured out what would come next, but I do think about that Dinner Party a lot.