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The Christmas Party

By: Kristi Seaton



He was standing with his back against the wall trying precariously to juggle a paper plate laden with tempting foods and a glass of wine. His friend and colleague, Mike, was giving the group a detailed account of his younger son's home run that morning. Marc was only half listening to the story. Usually he would have joined in this discussion wholeheartedly, but now he felt restless. He wondered what time it was, but couldn't figure out how to glance at his watch without upsetting his drink. He wanted to get out of here and head home. He had a date. A date with a computer screen. He knew it was silly to get excited about chatting to an unknown person, but it was surprising how much pleasure these small encounters were bringing to his otherwise very routine life.

The annual work Christmas party was an odd mixture of business associates and their wives. People were dressed a little more formally than usual. The room was decorated with streamers and elaborate greenery. The tree this year was a stately Norfolk pine, and the dinner table was a cornucopia of festive foods. He tried to focus again on the conversation, but his mind kept straying. He felt a smile curl the corners of his mouth as he thought about his secret life. His secret lover. No-one would ever suspect. He was the hard working, strait-laced, dependable guy. They would never guess the intimate conversations he had been having with a woman he had never even met. It was this anonymity that gave him the courage to let his spirit fly free and express himself. As his eyes glanced around the crowded room he took in the group of women chatting together, most likely about their children. They were all regaled in their best muumuus with seasonal colours for the occasion. 

Suddenly his gaze shifted to the far side of the room. He felt his heart rate quicken for a second as he saw the distinctive profile of a woman he thought he recognised. Someone moved across his line of sight and he chastised himself for being foolish. His eyes were just playing tricks on him because he was looking forward to their little rendezvous on the computer later tonight. Then a space opened in the room once more and he realized she had turned and was staring at him with great intensity. This time he felt his face becoming flushed and he drew in a breath and held it for a moment. Of course it wasn't possible that she could be here, but she looked so like the photo he had seen. The tangle of fair curls and the aquiline nose, and she seemed to be regarding him in a most searching way. 

Without another thought he excused himself from the group and placing his plate on a table he started across the room. As he did so he saw her turn and head towards the open doorway. She was wearing a short dress of some kind of slinky blue fabric with an unusual sheen to it. When she walked the dress slid across her buttocks and thighs and changed colours as she passed by the lights on the tree. 

Suddenly his passage was interrupted by another one of his colleagues, and he was forced to stop and make polite conversation for what seemed to be an interminable length of time. He drained his glass and excused himself to go and get a refill. He set the glass down on another table and hastily made his way outside. The evening was warm and balmy with the quiet sound of the ocean in the background combining with the gentle rustling of the palm fronds. He waited for a moment letting his eyes adjust to the change of light, and walked towards the low lava rock wall which overlooked the sandy bay. Where was she? Had his imagination just become over-active and he had been seeing things? 

He stopped at the wall and looked across the beach to the water's edge. Was that a figure out there alone? He vaulted over the wall sinking into the deep sand below. He saw an unmistakable back view with the soft moonlight creating a sparkling sheen on the dress, she was holding her sling back shoes in one hand. He stopped some distance behind her and asked, "Portia?" She turned slowly and looked straight into his eyes, almost as if she was looking deep into his soul. Then she smiled and said, "Eric, glad you could make it." 

It was as if a coil was attached to his chest, drawing him forward with a great magnetic force. He walked forward as if in a dream state, and then reached out tentatively with his hand and touched her bare arm. It definitely felt like a real person, but somehow he couldn't quite grasp the reality. Her green eyes were bright and smiling as she regarded him, and he felt the magnet drawing him even closer. His hands reached out and slipped around her waist pulling her gently towards him. He inhaled deeply and breathed in the scent of freshly washed hair, and just savored the feel of soft feminine skin against his own. He could feel the fabric of his pants stretch as he began to grow within, and with extreme effort he stepped back, saying, "We can't do this, my wife is inside." 

Portia smiled broadly at him now and replied, "But we can, Eric. This is merely a fantasy and we can do anything we want, be whoever we choose. Nobody will know except us."

"How can this be?" he asked her. "Because fantasy is like magic, and time will stand still while we are here having fun." When you go back inside it will be as if you had only been gone for a few moments. "O.K." he answered dubiously, "You're sure about this?"

"About as sure as a fantasy person can ever be!" she replied. 

He felt his reticence vanish to be replaced by a surge of desire and without conscious thought he slipped his arm around the slim waist once more feeling the silky dress beneath his touch. This time she slid her arms around his neck and he felt the roundness of her breasts as they pressed against his chest. He started to kiss her neck and along her shoulder towards the thin strap of her dress. He gently lowered the strap down her arm so that he could more easily kiss her shoulder. She breathed into his ear and then gently moved slightly back from him. She was holding his eyes with her own, and there was no way he could possibly look away from her. 

She reached forward and slowly unbuttoned his aloha shirt. Then she slid the sleeves down over his arms and spread the shirt on the sand. Now she was exploring his chest with hands which slid upwards and out over his nipples, and then down towards his waist. The thumbs pressing hard against his skin felt so good. Next she was reaching around his back and firmly smoothing each muscle beneath her touch. Until her hands reached back around to his stomach and her fingers slid inside the waist band of his pants. He sucked in his abdominal muscles with a big intake of breath. 

He was still held perfectly still by her eyes on his, once more it seemed as if she was looking deep inside him, searching, asking. She deftly undid his belt and zipper and with her thumbs eased his pants and underpants down his legs, lowering her own body as she did so. Immediately his penis sprang free, leaping upwards to reach for the stars. As he stepped out of his clothes she was kneeling before him and so very gently kissed his swollen organ. Waves of pleasure rippled up through his body instantly. She stroked him tenderly and just inserted his delicate head between her lips. His hands rested on her shoulders and she looked up at him with questioning eyes this time. His mouth dropped slightly and all he could say was, "Ahhhh." 

With her hands under the cheeks of his buttocks she sucked him further into her mouth. He couldn't believe how incredibly sensual this felt, but he wasn't sure he could stand up much longer, his knees felt weak and he wanted to lie down and feel her whole body next to him. He slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her up towards him. Then he ran his hands up under the short flimsy skirt and could feel how warm the silky smooth legs felt. He reached around her back and found a long zipper running down the back of the dress, he had no trouble unzipping it, and she stepped gracefully out of the dress revealing a very skimpy lacy bra and panties underneath. He quickly helped her out of these too, and then held her at arm's length so that he could admire the full naked beauty of this goddess. 

Then he took her around the waist, and they lay on the sand with their heads on his shirt, and began to kiss each other with hunger and longing. He had to touch every part of her, the rounded breasts, the erect nipples, the soft inner thigh and then finally the hidden treasure box. The moist folds of skin drew his fingertip inside until it reached the lips of the jewel waiting to be discovered. Now her turn to suck in her breath saying, "Oh yes, Eric, you have the touch!"

He searched out a breast with his lips, and pulled the pointed nipple deep into his mouth, sucking on it with the furious hunger of a starving baby. He held her close with one hand behind her back and with the other he explored deeper into her secret garden of pleasure. She was moist and slippery, just waiting for his seed to be planted there. He began to let his kisses roam down her taut body until his tongue searched out the sweet nectar already beginning to spill out of her. 

He had never felt so excited about pleasuring a woman in his entire life. All he wanted to do was be her slave and bring her such ecstasy that she would beg him never to stop. He smelled the delicious fragrance of woman. As his tongue probed deeper she began to breath more heavily and her body moved in a graceful rhythm in time with the waves lapping against the shore. His hands grasped both breasts in his, squeezing the nipples and stretching the skin, and she responded by arching her body upwards and sighing, "Hmmmm."

He felt the first spasms of her climax beginning to wash over him and slid his fingers back inside her, the better to feel each contraction with his fingertips and covering her mouth with his own. Their tongues did a love dance that seemed unbelievably beautiful. As he felt the tension in her clitoris began to relax he slowed down his kissing, and once more they looked into each other's eyes and their breathing was as if they were one. Without taking her eyes from his, she reached for his throbbing penis and guided it easily into her waiting harbour. 

As he slipped deeper inside her he luxuriated in the safe feeling of the warm folds of flesh enveloping him. She pressed his stomach flat against her own and his breath came in sharp hard bursts, so that he had to close his eyes and lean his body back. She held him with a firm hand around his lower back and started stroking him from within with the firm muscles of her sacred yoni. Now she was kissing his eyelids and down his arched neck as she gradually increased the pressure on his lingam, bringing him to heights of joy he had only ever dreamt about before. Each time she would raise him to a level so supreme that he thought he would surely burst, then she would slow down and let him just enjoy the moment. Then she increased the rhythm again and raised his pleasure to an even greater height, so that he thought there could surely be no higher state possible. And then once more she gradually slowed the pace and started to reach for his mouth again with hers. Finally with her hands under his buttocks she pushed him so deep inside her he felt that he had indeed returned to the womb. At that moment he exploded with great pulsing thrusts, his semen pumping forth with immense volume so that he was swimming inside a hot pond of pleasure. 

Then once more they were lying side by side on the warm sand with their eyes locked together and their bodies throwing out waves of heat. He felt as if he had transcended to another level of consciousness and was in an unbelievable state of bliss. Finally he smoothed her tangled hair back from her face and said, "You are indeed the Goddess Aphrodite!" and she laughed and said, "Yes, and you are my prince!" 

Reluctantly they gathered their clothes together shaking out the sand, and quietly got dressed. Carrying their shoes they strolled slowly back along the beach and for a while sat on the low wall and gazed out at the ocean. There was no need to exchange a spoken word, because their thoughts were already joined together in silent unison. Together they brushed the sand from their feet and turned to kiss once more. Then he jumped onto the wall and went back towards the light spilling out from the ongoing party. When he turned for one last look she was sitting alone on the wall, serene in a circle of moonlight. 

He rejoined the group inside, and just as she had said, it seemed as if his presence had not been missed. He retrieved his glass and plate and was overcome with a ravenous hunger and devoured every morsel. The food seemed to have increased in flavor, the room seemed to be more alive with happy people than before, his smile was larger, he felt peace and love and goodwill towards every person. He found his wife and put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, and she smiled back at him grateful for his attention. "You look wonderful tonight." He told her, and saw her face light up radiantly towards him. 

When the evening was over they drove home and chatted easily about events they had learned about during the party. Back inside the house he turned on the computer and while waiting for it to boot up he wondered if his experience had been real, of if he had just dreamed the whole episode. When he logged on he saw a message waiting for him. "Sorry I missed you here Eric, I was busy elsewhere this evening. Hope to catch you another time. Portia."

"P.S. You are truly a prince among men!"

The Christmas Party



Kyle looked at the reflection of his light blue eyes in the mirror as his fingers deftly worked the electric blue silk tie around his neck. He adjusted the knot and collar and took a deep breath. Exhaling, he ran his fingers through thick brown hair. Reaching for his black Armani suit jacket, he put it on over his broad shoulders and stared at himself for a minute, making one last check. "Can't expect miracles," he thought to himself. 

Standing almost 6'-4", his 220 pounds were well proportioned over his athletic frame. At 27 years old, this should be the best time of his life. He was relatively young, good looking, intelligent with a good sense of humor, and a few good friends. He had a good job working for an investment firm in the western suburbs of Chicago and he was making great money. The world should've been his oyster.

Only his personal life needed some help. Kyle had broken up with Jenny a year and a half ago, and he was stuck in a rut. Well, he hadn't broken up with her. It was more like she dumped him. Well, not really dumped. Ok, dumped! It turns out that Jenny was dating another guy when she and Kyle were together. Jenny ended up marrying Bob and will probably live happily ever after. Kyle on the other hand, well, ever after can be a really long time.

He had dated a few women in the time since he split up with Jenny, but no one really special. A few girlfriends but they only lasted a couple of months. He just couldn't find the right one. Not like Jenny. Of course he cared about these other women but really, it was just sex. He dated them because they were hot, nothing more. So, every now and then, he'd hook up with a girl for a few months, and screw his brains out. Then, once the newness of the relationship wore off and the sex lost its excitement, they'd break up. 

Now, Kyle found himself at another Christmas. He was beginning to dread the holiday season. It doesn't seem quite so merry when you're single, with no one special in your life. He especially dreaded Christmas parties. Ones like tonight. The office Christmas party. He could barely stand working with most of these people and now he had to socialize and schmooze with the company bigwigs. 

Maybe tonight would be different. The office shut down early so that everyone could go home and change clothes. Tonight's party was at the Drake. Very nice place. So, all the employee's would be dressed their best. And so would all of the significant others. 

Kyle figured he'd make the rounds and cut out early. The weather reports were predicting heavy snow tonight and he didn't want to get stuck somewhere, so, a few drinks and some idle chit chat and he'd be out of there before it got too messy on the roads. Besides, his little car wasn't that great in bad weather anyway.

Kyle pulled into the parking lot and made his way inside. The place was packed. He saw his buddy Niko standing by the bar and made his way over. They had some drinks, then some more, and then a few more. At one point in the evening, Trish made her way up to him and asked Kyle to dance. Now, Trish had been dating Kyle's friend Paul but she dumped him. Paul was taking it kind of hard and Kyle was a little apprehensive about dancing with Trish. 

To be honest, Kyle had always been attracted to Trish. God, she was fucking hot! She had the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen, but that's not the only thing big about Trish. Her breasts were huge, at least 40DD. All on that 24year old, 5-2 frame. She had all the right curves in all the right places and her dark green dress tonight confirmed that. Low cut in the front showing her incredible cleavage, tight at the hips and snug around her sexy bottom. She oozed sexuality. Niko was right -- Trish the dish, every man's wish!

Well, one dance led to another, then another, ending with a slow dance. God, Trish was heaven to hold and Kyle was hard through the whole dance. There was no way she couldn't have noticed. Kyle never wore underwear. Not since high school. And his big cock responded to Trish. After that dance, Kyle needed another drink, so they made their way to the bar. 

Trish's friend Robin was there with a group of guys all around her. Now, that's not really much of a surprise. Robin was the receptionist at the office and she was absolutely beautiful. She had done some modeling and had a nice little secondary income from photo shoots. Long brown hair framed her perfect face, highlighted by the most incredible green eyes you've ever seen. Robin's nose looked like it could have been chiseled by a Renaissance sculptor. Her smile was always big and her white teeth sparkled. 

Robin was probably the same age as Trish but definitely taller, maybe 5-8 or 5-9. It was hard to tell for sure because she always wore high heels that made her calf's pop. She had the most incredible legs. Long with just the right amount of muscle tone. Just perfect. Plus, they led up to her pert, tight little ass. My God, she was incredible! Her breasts weren't big, but they weren't small either. Kyle guessed 34B. Perfect for her! Anything bigger and her breasts would have drawn attention away from her beauty. She was stunning. Not the brightest bulb in the box mind you, but who cared?

Trish and Robin talked a while and the gaggle of guys around Robin seemed to take the hint. How her boyfriend could let her go to a party like this, alone, was beyond Kyle. Soon, it was just the three of them there. Kyle looked at his watch. Damn, 12:30! The night had just flown by. Soon, word got around the party that it was snowing pretty heavy outside. Kyle told the girls that it was time for him to get home. Trish asked if he would drive both Robin and her home. They had come together and didn't really want to chance it in this weather. 

Kelly overheard the conversation and asked Kyle if he wouldn't mind dropping her off as well. Kelly was a bit older than Kyle. He figured 31, 32, somewhere around there. She was married but her husband had to work that night and couldn't make it to the party so she came alone. She had sandy brown/blonde hair, mid shoulder, with big brown eyes like Trish. Big breasts too, just not as big as Trish's. She stood there in a long, low cut, cream colored gown. All three women at the bar with Kyle were gorgeous, all wearing beautiful evening dresses. At least the office would have something to talk about after he left with these three lookers tonight.

They all piled into Kyle's car, Trish and Robin in the back, Kelly riding shot gun next to him. Her house was the first stop and she gave him directions. The roads were terrible. There was at least 8"of snow on the ground already and was still coming down heavy. It was near impossible to see the roads as Kyle drove. He sobered up really quick. Both hands on the wheel, white knuckling it all the way. He made it through the intersection at Main and Roosevelt when the car began to skid, sliding to the right. Kyle quickly tried to regain control as the car kept spinning, sliding off the road and down an adjacent driveway. It jumped the curb and got the wheels buried in the landscaping. 

After making sure the girls were alright, Kyle tried getting unstuck, but after 10 or 15 minutes, he realized it was no use. Fortunately, the driveway he slid down led to a Holiday Inn. So, he did the next best thing and suggested they all check in until the car could be pulled out and the roads cleared. Robin and Trish, both still a bit drunk from the party, were all for it. Kelly was apprehensive at best. But, seeing not much of an alternative, reluctantly agreed. They all trudged through the snow and in through the front door.

Kyle walked to the front desk and asked for some rooms for him and the girls. However, there was only one room available but it had two double beds, so Kyle took out his credit card and got the key. The group made their way down the hall and found room 117. Opening the door, they all piled inside. Robin made a dash for the bathroom and the girls each called out their place in line. Kyle took of his coat and undid his tie as he sat down on the bed closest to the window. 

Soon, Robin emerged from the bathroom and said "I wish we had something to drink." Well, as luck would have it, Trish remembered seeing a liquor store on the other side of the driveway where the car had gotten stuck. Both Robin and Trish pleaded with Kyle and, of course, he went out and bought some beer. Returning to the room, Kyle found Robin crying in the bathroom and Trish trying to console her. Kelly told him that Robin had a fight with her boyfriend on the phone while he was gone. "Great" he thought. "She'll be crying all night."

Kelly had been on the phone too, trying to reach her husband, but to no avail. So, Kyle did the next best thing and popped open a beer for everyone. One beer led to another, then another. They all sat on the beds, Trish next to Kyle on the bed closest to the window, and Robin and Kelly on the one closest to the bathroom. Finally, Kelly said, "I need to get some sleep."

Trish immediately said, "I'm in this bed with Kyle." Stunned, Kyle could only smile as his cock began to stiffen. 

"Dammit Trish," Kyle thought as his cock hardened. "Why do you have to be so fucking hot?"

Kelly said, "Ok. It's me and you then Robin."

"I need something to sleep in," said Robin.

Trish looked at Kyle and said, "Me too. Kyle, I get your shirt."

Quickly sobering up, Kyle smiled and said, "I guess." He started to unbutton his shirt. His broad chest stretched as he took off his shirt and handed it to Trish. 

She smiled a wicked grin at him and said, "Thanks." She jumped up off of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Kelly and Robin sat there, a bit confused and slightly more intoxicated.

Robin said, "I still need something to sleep in. This dress won't make it." She looked absolutely spectacular in that black spaghetti strapped number.

Kyle said, "Sorry. I'm all out of options. You can have my coat if you like."

With that, Trish emerged from the bathroom in just Kyle's shirt. The top two buttons undone with the sleeves hanging low on her arms, she was a sight to behold. As Trish walked towards the bed, her large breasts swayed beneath Kyle's oversized dress shirt. When she sat down on the bed, Kyle could see her bare, round ass peeking out from under his shirt. His cock throbbed in his dress pants.

Robin said, "That won't work at all." Looking at Kyle and in all seriousness, she said, "Promise you won't tell anyone about this?"

Kyle was still a bit drunk and didn't really understand her meaning. Still, he grinned from ear to ear and said, "Of course." 

"Promise?" Robin looked absently at Kyle. He nodded his head as she stood up from the bed and her hands moved behind her back toward the zipper.

Finally catching her drift, Kyle hoarsely responded, "I promise." He watched as Robin quickly unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders and down her long legs. She stood there for a moment, in her black strapless bra and French cut panties. My God, she was breathtaking! Kyle's cock began to ache as he stared at Robin. Trish pulled back the covers and slipped beneath them.

Kyle watched as Robin lay down on the bed on her stomach. Her ass looked incredible as her panties hugged every dangerous curve. Kyle looked over at Kelly. She lay there in bed, still in her low cut evening dress, with the sheets pulled up around her panic stricken face. Kyle looked back at Robin, drinking her in one more time, smiled, turned off the lights and said "Good night."

He slipped into bed next to Trish. At first they both just laid there next to each other, neither one moving. Trish's perfume was exhilarating. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Here was his buddy's girlfriend in bed with him. Ok, ex-girlfriend. But Kyle knew he was still crazy about her. She was so fucking hot, wearing only his shirt. His cock throbbed in his pants as the angel on his left shoulder battled with the devil sitting on his right. He agonized for what seemed like an eternity. God, he wanted her!

The devil won. Kyle slowly, very slowly, moved his left arm towards Trish as she lay next to him. The back of his hand brushed the side her bare thigh beneath the bed sheets. He looked over at the other bed and saw Kelly with her eyes closed and Robin facing away. Kyle's hand moved over Trish's thigh. Slowly, his fingertips glided across her soft, silky skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her. 

Becoming bolder, Kyle moved his hand up her thigh. Higher his fingers moved, tracing the delicious curve of her thigh, until he touched the bottom of his shirt. He heard Trish moan and move a bit. Higher still, Kyle pulled the fabric of his shirt aside until his hand rested on her naked hip. 

Slowly, soooooo slowly, Kyle moved his hand from her hip toward her pussy. His fingers brushed her soft pubic hair and Trish inhaled sharply. Kyle left his hand still for a moment. Holding his breath, Kyle waited motionless. Trish moaned very softly and he could feel her spreading her legs slightly next to him. 

Kyle's fingers slowly moved between her legs. Down he moved to her pouting pussy lips. Trish gasped as Kyle's finger slowly moved up and down her slit. Her moisture lubricating his finger as it slid along her wet lips. She rolled her hips and groaned as Kyle continued to tease her beneath the blankets. Looking over, Kelly still with her eyes closed and Robin facing away, Kyle slipped his finger inside Trish's pussy. God, her pussy was hot and wet. Trish felt like heaven! 

He pushed his long finger deep inside her as she moaned louder. Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out as Trish rolled her hips to his rhythm. She spread her legs wider as her right hand moved to Kyle's thigh. He pushed his finger in and out as she reached for his hard cock. Kyle slipped another finger inside her as she grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. In and out, his fingers curled up against the soft, wet inside of her pussy. Her juices flowed as she breathed heavier, Trish's right hand firmly around Kyle's big hard cock. 

Kyle looked over and saw Kelly staring at them. He smiled and winked at her as he quickened the pace of his hand. Trish moaned louder and Kelly quickly shut her eyes again, pretending to be asleep. Kyle smiled as he leaned toward Trish and kissed her cheek. She leaned toward him and they kissed. Her tongue found his as he continued to finger fuck her wet pussy. Kyle's thumb brushed Trish's clit and she moaned louder into his mouth. She squeezed her legs on his hand as her pussy exploded. He sucked hard on her tongue as she rocked back and forth with her orgasm.

Relaxing her grip on his hand, Kyle slowly pulled his fingers away from Trish. He leaned forward again, kissing her hard on the lips as she regained her breath. All the while, her right hand firmly held onto Kyle's big hard cock. He reached up and began to unbutton Trish's shirt. One, two, three buttons and he slipped the material away from her chest. 

His hand glided up across her flat stomach to her breasts. God, they were huge! Kyle's big hand barely could hold her glorious tit. He lowered his head under the blankets. Searching, his mouth found her nipple. Kyle licked and sucked her big tit, feeling the nipple stiffening in his mouth. 

Trish's hand reached for the button of his pants and began to undo it. She slowly eased the zipper down as he kissed, licked and sucked on her tits. She could feel her pussy getting wet again. Suddenly, Trish opened her eyes as Robin moved onto the bed. Kneeling at the foot, she pulled back the covers, startling Kyle away from Trish's big right breast. They both stared up at her for a moment.

"I can't let you two have all the fun," is all Robin said as she reached for the waist of Kyle's pants and began to pull them down. His big cock sprang free as Robin pulled his pants down and off of his legs. She knelt there, staring down at it. 

Smiling at Kyle, "I always thought you'd have a big dick." She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Robin's nipples were hard on her perfect, tea cup breasts. Kyle and Trish stared as Robin slipped her panties down her legs and off. My God, she was a vision! You could not improve on Robin's body and the thinly manicured landing strip just above her pussy made her complete. Perfect! 

Kyle stared as Robin moved on the bed, on all fours, between his spread legs. She reached her right hand and grabbed his aching cock. Staring at Kyle with those incredible green eyes, she lowered her head and began to lick him. 

Kyle groaned as Robin licked his cock up and down. She slowly took his cock into her mouth, sucking the head softly. Her hand moved up and down the shaft as she sucked him. She looked even more beautiful with his cock in her mouth, her lips stretched around his thick shaft and her cheeks hollowed when she inhaled. A Goddess.

Kyle groaned as he returned his attention to Trish's tits. One, then the other, he licked and sucked on her big tits as Robin sucked on his cock. She flicked her tongue cross the head of his cock, licked and sucked on his balls and he did the same to Trish's nipples. One, then the other. Trish moaning louder, her thighs rubbing together. Kyle moaning into the soft, abundant flesh of Trish's tits and Robin moaning onto Kyle's big cock.

All at once, Robin pulled off of Kyle and looked at Trish. "You first."

Trish moved onto all fours and straddled Kyle facing him. Robin knelt next to her as Trish lowered herself on Kyle's cock. He could feel her wetness as the big head stretched her pussy lips wide. She closed her eyes and groaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper, stretching her pussy lips around his shaft. God, she was wet! The heat from her pussy almost melting his cock. 

Trish leaned forward and Kyle stared at her big tits as they hung down from her body. Slowly, Trish began to rock back and forth, riding Kyle's cock. "Ooooooooh. Mmmmmmmm," was all she could say as she bit her bottom lip. 

Up and down, Trish's big tits rocked back and forth as she fucked herself on Kyle's cock. Her juices ran down his shaft and onto his balls, still moist with Robin's saliva. Robin moved up on the bed, still on her knees and turned to face Trish. She watched as Trish continued fucking herself on Kyle's cock. 

Kyle's right hand reached and stroked Robin's perfect ass. Looking back down at Kyle, Robin smiled as she lifted her leg and straddled his face. Her soft pussy, lips swollen in her excitement, soooo close to his face. Kyle put his hands on Robin's hips and pulled her down to his mouth. He licked up and down Robin's beautiful pussy as Trish rode his cock.

He slowly pulled on her pussy lips with his mouth. First one, then the other. Robin's juices flowing onto his lips. Trish rode his cock harder, slamming back down on him again and again. Kyle slipped his tongue inside Robin. In and out, he fucked her with his tongue as Trish fucked herself on his cock. Robin reached out and pulled on Trish's nipples. Her eyes shot open wide as she stared at Robin and moaned loudly.

"Oooooooooooooooooooo. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." 

Humping harder, she screamed, "Shit!" Kyle could feel Trish's pussy squeezing his cock as her orgasm hit. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Robin began grinding her pussy on Kyle's mouth and with that, Kyle could feel his balls swelling. His cock exploded, filling Trish with his cum. Spurt after spurt, he filled her pussy. They rocked and moaned, Trish out loud and Kyle into Robin's pussy. 

Trish regained her composure and pulled off of Kyle. His cock slipped from her wet pussy, glistening with a mixture of their cum. He slowly kept licking Robin's pussy as she reached down and began stroking his messy cock. In no time, she had him hard again.

Pulling off of Kyle's mouth, she looked back at him and said, "My turn."




The Christmas Party



Moving to all fours, she knelt sideways on the bed, facing away from the window. Trish sat up at the foot of the bed and Kyle got to his knees. He knelt down behind Robin. My God, what a view! Her perfect ass right in front of his cock. Kyle reached out and grabbed her hips.

He was stunned to hear Robin say "Fuck me now, Motherfucker!" 

Kyle just reacted and reached out and slapped her ass. "SLAP!"

"Oooooohhhh. Fuck yes!" Kyle looked at Trish, both of them surprised. Sweet, beautiful Robin was a bit of a freak!

Kyle gave Trish a devilish grin and slapped Robin's ass hard. "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" Robin moaned and wiggled her hips with each smack. She threw her head up and down and arched her back.

"Fuck me now. Fuck me now!" she moaned.

Kyle grabbed her hips and in one motion, pulled her back on his cock. Still slick from Trish, Kyle's cock slipped easily inside Robin's wet pussy. "Oh God! Oh God!" she muttered.

"Your cock is so big. Fuck me with that big fat cock!"

Kyle held Robin's hips as he pumped back and forth, his cock pushing in and out of her wet pussy. Trish sat there, watching Kyle's big cock plunging in and out of her friend's stretched pussy lips. She watched Robin bucking back against him, her ass slapping against his stomach. Kyle looked down in awe as his cock fucked this incredibly beautiful woman.

"Oh yes motherfucker. Fuck me harder!" She yelled as Kyle drove his cock deeper. 

He reached out, "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" 

Robin threw her head back, screaming, "That's it! Fuck me like a whore motherfucker!" 

Kyle looked over at the other bed. Kelly laid there, eyes wide open. The bed sheets had been pulled to the side and she had her dress up around her waist. Kelly had three fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as she watched Kyle fucking Robin. 

Kyle pounded her harder, throwing his cock into Robin's pussy. She slammed back against him. Harder and harder they fucked each other.

"Fuck me hard you asshole. Fuck my wet cunt!" Robin screamed, her head bouncing up and down with each thrust. 

Trish moved off of the bed, onto the floor. She knelt before Robin, staring into her eyes as Robin and Kyle fucked, Trish's back to Kelly as she fingered her pussy. Robin's head bounced back and forth, shaking to and fro, as she rode Kyle's cock.

As Robin moaned "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh," Trish took Robin's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. Robin's body jerked and shook as she came. Her pussy exploded on Kyle's cock, her lips sucking hard on Trish's tongue.

Kyle's balls tightened again as he explode in Robin's quivering pussy. He held her hips as his balls pumped the last drops of cum into her. His thighs ached and he fell forward onto Robin's back, cock still buried deep inside her wet pussy. Robin fell onto the bed, arms and legs sprawled beneath her with Kyle's bodyweight pinning her to the bed. Robin looked into Trish's eyes, both of them a bit stunned by what had just happened.

Kyle looked up as Kelly pulled the sheets back up around her chin. "I wonder if she came as hard as we did," was his only thought. He lay on Robin for a minute as Trish pulled herself up off the floor and sat at the foot of the bed. 

Finally, he rolled off of Robin. Looking down, her perfect ass red, those gorgeous legs spread and their cum running from her pussy, Kyle sat there for a second, drinking in the unbelievable site. "I've got to use the bathroom, "he said.

When he returned to the room, Robin had gotten back into bed with Kelly and pretended to sleep as well. No one spoke as he moved to the other bed and slipped beneath the covers. Trish had put his shirt back on and pretended to sleep like the others. Kyle crawled into bed next to her. He lay there for a moment or two, then moved his arm and slipped it under her head. Trish, eyes still closed, rolled over and put her head on his chest. Slowly, one by one, they all fell asleep.

The next morning, Kyle awoke to find that he was the last one to wake up. Robin sat on the bed in her black dress as she tried to fix her hair and make-up in the mirror on the wall above the desk. Trish was blow drying her hair in the bathroom after her shower.

Kyle lay there watching Robin applying her lipstick, unaware of his gaze. 'That woman needs no help. She is truly beautiful,' he thought. Then he thought about what had happened the night before. Did that really happen or was it just a dream? He stared at her for a long time. He slowed down and replayed the events of last night in his mind. Every curve of her body, the way she made him feel, and everything they did. 'God, I NEVER want to forget anything about her!' he thought to himself. 

Robin put her make-up away and saw that Kyle was awake. She sheepishly smiled as he said "Good Morning."

"Good morning."

With that, Trish entered the room. She had gotten dressed as well and both women looked beautiful. A little used up and maybe a bit hung over, but none the less gorgeous. Kyle could not believe his good fortune. To be with either one of these women would make any man envious, but both of them? That was unbelievable. Hell, Kyle was there and he still didn't believe it!

Trish looked at Kyle and said matter of factly, "Hi. The bathrooms' yours. I really need to get home soon."

Kyle looked around the room and asked, "Where's Kelly?"

Robin replied, "Her husband came by early this morning and picked her up. She got a tow truck to pull you out of the snow and she said your car is parked in the lot." 

Looking away again, perhaps ashamed of what had happened, she said "You really need to take us home."

With that, Kyle got up and got dressed. He made himself as presentable as possible and checked out of the Holiday Inn. They all walked to his car and Trish got in the back seat. 

No one spoke as Kyle pulled up into Trish's apartment lot. Trish only said "Thanks for the ride," as she left the car and ran up the walkway to her unit. 

Robin and Kyle drove on toward her home. Again, neither spoke much as Robin fidgeted with different radio stations. They finally arrived at her house and she turned, smiled at Kyle and said, "Thanks. That was pretty wild, wasn't it?" Her green eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.

"Wild isn't the word. I'll never forget last night. Or was it this morning? Either way, I can die a happy man." Kyle smiled a big wide grin as he stared at Robin, drinking in every nuance of her perfect face.

In a slightly hushed voice, she said, "You know, I have a boyfriend. We fight a lot, but we love each other." Robin looked at Kyle, her bottom lip quivering a bit.

Kyle watched as Robin struggled with her emotions. She truly was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Seeing her conflicted, he took a deep breath and said, "I know. Don't worry."

Robin smiled and leaned in, kissing him quickly. "Thanks. Be careful getting home. See you on Monday." He watched her as she walked toward her front door, remembering every curve of that now hidden perfect ass. Smiling to himself, Kyle drove away.

Monday morning was business as usual at the office. Kyle walked past Robin and they both said hello to each other. Well, maybe they each held their gazes a fraction of a second longer than normal. Kyle smiled as he walked toward his office. 

He passed Trish in her cubicle and she quickly smiled at him. They each said "Good morning," but really, nothing more than that. Kelly only looked up and smiled at Kyle. And that's pretty much how it ended. 

No one really said anything more about that night or ever really acknowledged anything had happened. The weekend had gone by and it seemed that everyone had come to terms with what had happened after the Christmas party. Each of them rationalized the night as best they could to get past it.

Everyone that is, except Niko. He walked right into Kyle's office that Monday morning and closed the door.

"Alright douche bag. Tell me all about after the Christmas party on Friday night. You left with those three gorgeous babes. Don't leave out any of the gory details." Niko pulled up a chair in front of Kyle's desk, leaning forward, waiting to hear the story of a lifetime.

Kyle sat back for a moment, smiling, "Not much to tell really. I tried driving everyone home but got caught in that blizzard. The car got stuck and we had to stop and spend the night a motel."

"WHAT??? You're shitting me! You spent the night with those three. You lucky son of a bitch! Go on. What happened?" Niko was practically drooling as he sat there in front of Kyle.

"And nothing happened. We got a double room and went to sleep. I slept on the floor. Kelly's married, Robin's got a serious boyfriend and Trish used to date my buddy. Nothing happened. We slept it off. Kelly's husband picked her up in the morning and I drove the other two home. That's it. End of story." 

Kyle's mind pictured Robin on all fours before him, humping back on his cock as Trish kissed her, with Kelly fingering her wet pussy in the next bed. "Nothing happened."

"Oh man! You are such a fag! If I was there I'd have fucked all of them. This shit only happens to you. Not me. Why can't I ever get in shit like that? Damn, nothing?" Niko was almost crying, his mouth open in disbelief.

"Nope. Sorry. I wish I had something better for you man, but that's it. Sorry." Kyle sat there looking at his friend, remembering how good it felt as he sucked on Trish's big tits while Robin sucked on his cock under Kelly's watchful eye. "Sorry buddy."

Niko rose and dejectedly walked to the door. "You are such a fag! Any real man would have gotten at least one of them. Nothing? Are you sure you're not gay?" Niko shook his head as he opened the door and walked out of Kyle's office. 

Kyle grinned as he watched Niko walking away past the cubicles. "Pretty sure," he said to himself.



The Christmas Party



I'd taken rather longer getting ready than I'd intended, but I was dressing for myself instead of for anyone else and wanted it to be right. My hair was recently dyed red and cut short, so I dried it and styled it then carefully applied my make up. A light layer of foundation, white-silver eye shadow with a little royal blue to accentuate my eyes, a little blusher, black mascara to lengthen my eyelashes, and deep pink - almost brown - lipstick with a diamond shine. 

I slipped into my black lace thong and push up bra (no padding -- its amazing what they can do these days!) my black chiffon skirt and matching top and those sandals. They are quite possibly the prettiest shoes I've ever owned, the heels are about 4 inches, and they have just 3 thin straps across my foot, one black one over my instep, another black one across the front of my foot and next to that, one with little diamantes on. They hurt like hell but the look is worth it. The outfit is very flattering if I do say so myself. The top and skirt are both smattered with turquoise and blue sequins (not covered, much more tasteful than that!) The skirt finishes just below knee length and the top has very thin straps and a fairly low neckline, enough to tempt but not enough to look cheap. 

I had arranged to pick her up at her house and was a bit late getting there, so just waited in the car for her to come out. She always wears low heels and trousers at work so I was amazed to see her in a black dress of similar material to my outfit and mid-height heeled mules. They were really pretty shoes with several straps that were joined together in a kind of chicken wire effect with a little diamante flower at the join of each. "Wow, you've got legs!" I commented as she got into the car. 

"Yeah" she agreed, "But I'm no fuckin' good at this being a lady lark." 

"Hmm" I laughed, "you kind of proved that with that comment!" 

When we arrived at the hotel, we met several other people in the bar and got down to the serious business of having as many drinks bought for us as possible. After about an hour we were asked to go up to a different bar and that was when I saw him. 

His charcoal grey fine-knit jumper and black trousers were in stark contrast to the black suit and dickie bow of the man stood next to him, but standing out from the crowd is something that he seems fairly used to. He grabbed me in a big bear hug when he saw me. "Here she is, my partner in crime! We getting pissed tonight then girl?" 

I laughed and gave him a "What do YOU think?" kind of look. 

When we were called into the main room for our meal we ended up at separate tables, but the drinking carried on and although we weren't seated together, we still managed to have several chats, and definitely managed the "getting pissed" part of the night. 

Later on when the disco had finished, we all went into the hotel bar to carry on drinking. The 3 of us sat together in the bar, with lots of other people joining and leaving our conversation at various points. There were lots of goodbyes as it was getting late but I went to the bar for one last drink. In actual fact, I didn't realise at the time that it would be the last, but when I returned from the bar, it became apparent that it would be. They were deep in conversation and it was difficult to make out what they were saying in the noisy bar, but I thought I'd got the gist of it. I knew I was right when she said "I think she might be up for it, but if she is, we'd all have to swear to keep it to ourselves." 

"Oh my GOD!" I thought, "Is this really happening?" In a more sober state I might have pretended I wasn't that kind of girl or something. I've thought about it so many times and for so many years, but I really thought that even if I got the opportunity I'd be so worried about what other people thought that I wouldn't actually do it. The copious amounts of wine and vodka I'd consumed took all that fear away though, and what actually came from my lips was "Well if you both agree that nobody else can ever know then fine, let's do it!" 

I told him to stay where he was for now and that we'd meet him up in his room. We said our goodbyes to other people and went to the toilets. "Oh my God" she said, "I can't believe we're actually going to do this." 

"YOU can't?" I said, laughing, "bloody hell, I've fantasised about this for so many years and now its actually going to happen!" 

"I do hope you realise I want to do everything," she said. 

"I have no objections to that." was my reply, "In fact, I'm rather hoping to lick your pussy." It all seems so strange to me now that I said that to her, but there was this need to agree beforehand what was ok and what wasn't. I'm glad we had that little chat, because things might have been different once we got up there otherwise. 

Everybody else thought we were going home, but instead of taking the lift down to the lobby for a taxi, we went up and knocked on his door. 

"Fucken hell! I thought you pair were winding me up and had gone home. I was just about to have a wank." That Geordie accent does it for me every time! 

"Well there's no need for you to do that now we're here to do it for you" I said and threw my arms round him and gave him a deep kiss. 

"Right young lady, get that bloody top off and get over here on this bed" he said. The bed was like nothing I've ever seen before. You could probably have fit about 5 or 6 of us in there quite comfortably! 3 were quite enough then though. 

I took off my top but left on my bra, lifted my skirt and sat astride him on the bed and kissed him again. I'm not entirely sure what she was doing at that point, but I think she was attending to his hard on in some way. As we kissed he pulled the cups of my bra to each side so that my tits were on show for him and he moved me up a little so that he could take each nipple into his mouth. I don't think I've ever been in a hornier situation and my nipples went even harder than they had already been. He sucked and nibbled on my nipples for a while, then scooted down the bed and asked me to move up so he could get a good look at my pussy. I very quickly found out it wasn't just a look he was after as he moved my thong to one side and started licking at my very wet and very swollen clit. 

I clung on to the headboard, moaning as he licked me and looked over my shoulder to see her sucking his cock like a true sex hungry bitch. She looked up at me with such a horny look in her eyes I almost came right there and then, but just at that moment he moved me off him and asked us to take all our clothes off. 

She took off her dress to reveal a black thong with little shiny studs evenly spaced around the top and no bra. I don't quite know how she managed to get away with not wearing a bra, as her breasts are slightly bigger than mine are, and I certainly wouldn't feel comfortable without one. Her nipples were paler than mine, more pink than brown and her skin fairer with some light freckles. 

Once we were undressed he asked us to kiss each other. It was the first time I have ever really kissed a woman, and it was lovely. Her lips and tongue were so soft, and because we were both kneeling facing each other, our nipples brushed as we kissed. It was like an electric shock through my body, and I imagine it must have been much the same for her. 

"Oh fuck" he said, "this is amazing. Do you want to lick her?" he asked, and she turned to him and just nodded. 

I lay down on the bed and she went straight down to my pussy. As she did, he moved his cock toward my mouth and I ran my tongue around the top of it making sure I licked up all the pre-cum before sliding my lips as far down his shaft as I could. Almost immediately he pulled it away, and although I was bereft for a split second, it also meant that I could concentrate on what was going on at my pussy. Not for long though. 

"Do a 69 will you" he said. I knew exactly what was going on in his head. All of us were the same. It's the kind of thing you've thought about for so long that you want to see and do everything as quickly as possible. Its all well and good but the combination of the rushing and the alcohol meant that it was unlikely any of us were going to orgasm that night. 

She turned herself round above me and there it was. The first pussy I've ever seen or tasted. She had kind of strawberry blonde hairs, quite sparse and well trimmed, but all I wanted was to get my tongue on her clit and inside her. I had the perfect view of her pussy and arse hole, almost unbelievable. Then I got my first taste. Her pussy had a different taste to the one I get when I lick my fingers after masturbating - slightly more bitter and her smell was more musky - but I wasn't really thinking about that at the time. I ran my tongue around her clit for several moments and then pushed it inside her. It was just as I'd always imagined, and her moans told me that I was doing at least an ok job of it. I think my moans probably told her the same thing. We stayed like that for a while (I no longer had any concept of time) and then he pulled us up so that he could kiss each of us in turn. 

"You pair of fucken dirty bitches" he groaned in that sexy Geordie accent, "I can tell its Christmas, I think they've all come at once." 

I pushed him back down on to the bed laughing and kissing him again and lowered myself down onto his cock. As I rode him he sucked on my nipples again, then we heard moans from the other side of the bed. I looked over to see her rubbing her pussy with one hand and her nipple with the other. I'm not sure if she managed to make herself cum, but she certainly sounded and looked as though she was enjoying herself! 

I carried on with what I was doing until he pushed me off and asked me to lick her pussy again. I moved down between her legs and started licking again, this time inserting a finger into her pussy as I licked her clit. All my dreams came true when he stood at the foot of the bed and slammed his cock into me from behind. He held onto my hips and each time he shoved into me, he pushed my face further into her pussy. I did have a small orgasm then, but neither of them seemed to. 

After a while (still no concept of time!) I lay on the bed and she was licking my soaking pussy again, then she started to move up the bed, kissing my body as she did. She licked around each nipple then flicked at one with her tongue making it erect and conical. She sat up a little as though to get a better look and said "My god, you're just fuckin beautiful!" That really took me by surprise, and there was a twinge in my cervix as even more juices flowed. 

She lowered her breasts into my face and I ran my tongue around her nipple, moving her away from me slightly so that I could lick as well as suck. I gently teased the hard end with my teeth and tongue and her gasps told me that she liked this just as much as I do. I alternated each breast with my mouth, and slid my hand under her so that I could tease her clit with my fingers as I did. 

The sight of this was obviously too much for him and he grabbed my free hand and guided it towards his by now positively throbbing member. He moved my hand up and down his shaft but she saw what I was doing and moved off me to take him into her mouth. I watched her for a while, she looked so sexy sucking him off, but then I got down there to help her and for a while we both took turns. I absolutely love sucking cock, and I think I was probably a bit selfish about it, because she left me to it and started licking my pussy from behind. He saw this and groaned and swore again just before cumming into my mouth. 

Now I've more than my fair share of cum in my mouth it has to be said, but never as much as I had then. I do usually swallow, but there was just so much of it I couldn't physically manage the reflex, so I turned round and kissed her and made up for not sharing nicely earlier. I'm not sure whether she appreciated it me pushing his cum into her mouth - some girls are very fussy about that - but he certainly liked that I did that. 

As I said, I had lost all concept of time. I still don't know how long all this went on for, but I can tell you that I was quite literally fucked by this time, and I wasn't the only one! We all had a cigarette and he said he couldn't believe it had actually happened but he could never thank us enough. I laughed and said it was something I'd wanted to do forever but had come to think would never happen. I also said that if he was going to find anyone to fulfill his fantasy he was very lucky that it was two girls as uninhibited and god dam sexy as us! He agreed and then repeated that we were a "right pair of fucken dirty bitches" and he'd never forget it. 

I don't think I ever will either. 



The Christmas Party



Damn, Don't you look sexy as hell!" I exclaimed as my wife stepped out of our bedroom. 

She had spent what seemed like two hours getting ready for her company Christmas party and was decked out in a little black dress that left very little to the imagination. The dress barely covered her sweet little ass and her boobs were pushed up on display. She carried a little black purse about the size of my wallet. 

"What did you do to yourself?" I asked, not really caring what she had done, just extremely pleased with the results.

"All of the girls from the office are wearing 'little black dresses' and we all vowed to show up the other offices. I just hope I don't fall out of this dress," she said stressfully.

"Don't worry about that. I can guarantee you that later tonight that dress will be ripped off of you and a lot more is gonna happen," I promised. "Let's get going or we'll be late."

We live in a small town, a little over an hours drive from the big metropolitan area. There is a large tract of land that is private property adjoining a State protected area, with an old country road leading the way out of town. Woods and wetlands line the road for about twelve miles.

Tonight was her company's Christmas party for all of the various doctor's offices and medical support personnel with about six hundred employees and their significant others. This meant that there would be numerous young ladies dressing to catch the attention of one of the doctors and there would be plenty of eye candy. There were a couple of twenty something girls in Diane's office that I wouldn't mind getting close-up and personal with, so this was a prefect opportunity. 

As we were driving to the party my wife commented, " Don't be surprised if I don't start shedding cloths on the way home. I am wearing a Victoria's Secret bra that is supposed to enhance and a pair of control top panty hose. And these damn heels are killing my feet already."

We arrived at the party at a fancy downtown hotel on the water just as the bar's were opening and several of the other girls from Diane's office began to arrive. Three of the girls are single and brought girlfriends rather than guys with them. And Diane was right, they all had 'little black dresses' on, or almost on. There were more legs and boobs visible than at the beach in July. And I wasn't complaining as they each came up and greeted Diane with a quick kiss and hug, then hugged me. Since I am over six feet tall I was looking down at heaven as they came up and then stood around talking.

One of the girls from Diane's office had already had breast enhancement surgery and was putting on a great display. 

"Hey, Ginger, I love that dress on you. It really shows off the new boobs," Diane said before I had a chance. With that she leaned over and gave Ginger a peck on the cheek. 

As I reached out to grab Ginger for a hug and a peck I commented, "Everyone here likes your new look. Especially all of the guys here tonight. Stay close to me and I will protect you from the perverts."

"Who will protect her from you?!", one of the others offered. Diane has worked in that office for a few years and she has entertained them with her stories of our sexual adventures. When we first got together Diane had been very shy about her body and very conservative in her appearance. But all that had changed gradually over the last few years after her first threesome and exhibitionist displays.

Ginger's strapless 'little black dress' appeared to be held in place just by her nipples which were hard and easily visible through the thin material. When she moved around looking at the most recent arrivals the boobs rocked back and forth along side me. I slowly moved around to be right up next to her and wrapped my arm around her.

Looking concerned I asked, " Are you cold?"

She snuggled in close and said yes. She asked if we could all go inside the dining area where it was warmer. We moved into the dining area and took a table close to the back corner of the room. Diane sat to my left and Ginger to my right. I knew that before the night was over my wife would be a little tipsy and would be easy to take advantage of later.

The hardest part about eating was trying to listen to the women talk about their latest encounters with men. Ginger had lamented earlier that she thought her latest boyfriend had broken up with her so that he didn't have to buy her a Christmas present. 

She said she was horny without a guy around and I offered my services any time she felt the need. 

"Diane does say that you're handy to have around the house, so I just might take you up on the offer. That is, if Diane doesn't mind."

"Call him any time you'd like. There is no satisfying him anyway," Diane grumbled.

After dinner deserts were served in the entry way where the bar's had been set up before the dinner started. A couple of the people from our table of twelve had made their was to the desert tables and returned with small little portions of cakes, pies and pastries. They looked like bite size samples, rather than typical deserts. 

Ginger said she was going to get some deserts and Diane and I offered to go with her. On the way out to the deserts Diane said she had to run to the ladies room and asked if Ginger wanted to go along. She said no that she was going to see what was on the desert tables. There were several tables set up along the wall, from the center doors to the back corner. 

As we walked along the tables the lighting got a little darker and made the deserts hard to see.

"I guess they did that so that you can't see what you're eating," Ginger stated. "Let's see what's in the corner."

We made our was to the last table to find small squares of key lime pie, cake like pastries with a dollop of frosting and other tiny delights. Ginger got a small plate and picked up a couple of different types of desert and a fork. 

"There aren't a lot of people out here getting deserts, yet, Ginger said. 

"Well, sweets and alcohol don't mix and I think a good number of the people have been drinking heavily since the liquor is free. Look at those two," I said, pointing to a couple in the other back corner locked in a deep embrace hands going all over each other. "They wouldn't be doing that with out a little help from booze."

Ginger was lifting a piece of the frosted pastry to her mouth and, when she turned to look, had dropped it into paradise. It was sitting at the top of her cleavage, slowing sliding down.

"Here, let me get that for you. You have your hands full and I would be happy to assist."

I raised my hand and carefully reached for her cleavage and the lost desert. I slid my fingers down the cleavage and pulled the pastry out. I dropped it onto the busboys tray and reached back for the remnants. The used my index finger to gather the crumbs and frosting.

"Can you think of a better way to get that off?" she asked mischievously, with a permissive look in her eyes.

"Sure I can!." I set my plate down and pulled Ginger up close to me. Looking around to make sure there was no one close by, buried my head between her luscious boobs and began to enjoy the opportunity. I grabbed her ass and pushed her crotch into mine and continued to bury my head deeper down her front. I looked up and kissed her, long and deep, my tongue playing gently with hers. I held her ass with one hand and used the other to grab her breasts.

"Not here," she said cautiously. "Lets go to the men's bathroom."

"But I might have to share you in there," I protested.

"So?"

We made our way towards the bathroom just as Diane appeared. 

"I should have gone with you,' she said to Diane. "Now I have to pee really badly."

"There's a line at the ladies room. You might want to get Jeff to check the men's room for you and wait while you use that one," Diane offered helpfully, "if you don't mind."

"No, I was going to go too, so I'll just have to wait for her to get a stall."

Diane headed off towards the deserts and I headed for a quickie with Ginger. We got to the men's room, and the attendant raised an eyebrow. A twenty brought a quick smile to his face and suggested the handicapped stall, since there were two of them.

There was room for at least four wheelchairs in the stall and we got in and I turned the lock. When I turned around Ginger had hiked her dress up over her ass and pulled the top part down to show her beautiful breasts. The dress looked more like a scarf than a dress and it revealed the fact that Ginger had come without panties or bra. She grabbed me and locked her lips on my while her hands fumbled to undo my belt buckle and unzip my pants.

"Hold on." I mumbled into her mouth as I grabbed my belt buckle and quickly had my pants down around my ankles. " Just slow down and enjoy."

I let my mouth find its way from her lips to her lightly scented neck. I nipped and nibbled her neck while one hand continued to massage her now naked ass and the other hand fondled her breasts. I heard her moan into my hair.

"Touch me down there," she whispered breathlessly. My hand worked its way free of her breasts to be replaced with my mouth and tongue, and I slid my hand slowly down her body under her arm, down her waist and gently found her mound. I caressed her clean shaven mound as she ground her hips into my hand. I was kissing the bottom of her tits as my finger found it's way inside her. I felt her body shudder as I worked another finger inside her and then began to getting withdraw them and slowly push them back inside. She continued to moan and tremble and my fingers did their magic. My tongue continued to draw little circle around her right nipple. Only then did I realize her nipple was pierced and I carefully took the piercing bar between my teeth and pulled my head away from her.

My finger had quickened their pace and Ginger shook in my grasp. 

"Oh, God! I'm gonna come," she practically screamed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Uhuhuh, here I come." With that she went limp in my arms as I pulled my hand from her and brought them to my mouth.

"Ummmm! You taste delicious! I should just eat you now."

"No, now it's my turn. I'm sure I can make you very happy."

She pulled herself up against me and kissed me deep and yet soft. Her lips played across my mouth feeling warm and tender, almost like a soft breath against my lips. She stroked my chest with her hands and her hair. She rested her head against my chest and let out a slow sigh while her right hand worked its way to my dick. Already hard from our encounter, she wrapped her hand around it while she softly purred with her head still against my chest. Now, her head followed her hand while she continued to pull down my underwear with her other hand. When my cock was free of confinement, she guided it towards her waiting mouth while she cupped my balls in her other hand.

With one smooth motion she took my entire cock into her mouth and moaned. I felt one hand leave my cock as she continued to do her magic. Her breath felt warm and wonderful on my cock as she kept most of it in her mouth as she guided it in and out. M hand found her hair and my fingers were soon woven into her curls.

I swear I felt her vocal cords vibrating as she slowly sucked and I realized she was moaning as she continued to suck. I looked down and saw that the hand that had left my balls had found its was down between her legs. She was enjoying a cock in her mouth and pleasuring herself again with her own fingers!

Soon I was on the brink of coming and quietly warned her I was about to explode. This just quickened her fury as she mover faster on my cock. I felt myself coming and grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her into my crotch. I shuddered as I came down her throat. She slowly slid her mouth off of my cock, wiping it with her lips as she moved away. She gave the tip a bath with her tongue and got all of my juice.

"How was that?" she asked coyly. "Are we even?"

"No. It will take at least another encounter or two, or three to try and even things up."

"Well, I'm available and Diane has given her permission."

We gathered ourselves up as best we could and made our way out of the stall. There were five guys standing near the sinks with big smiles on their faces. Two of them gave Ginger their cards with cell phone numbers hand written on the back.

"Throw-away phones their wives don't know about," I told her, "That way the misses doesn't find out about their extracurricular activities."

We got back to our table and sat down as some people were starting to leave. I looked at my wife, Diane and saw that she had been taking advantage of the open bar still going on.

"Are you about ready to go home and get out of that dress?"

"Did Ginger have to get out of her dress?" she asked playfully accusing.

"Nope. We just rearranged it," as Ginger smiled a wide smile. "We made due with the situation."

As we were walking out of the party Diane came up on my left side and Ginger was on my right. I reached over and wrapped one arm around each of them saying, "It will be cold outside, but I'll keep you warm while we wait for the valets to get the cars.'

While we waited for the valets to get both cars I let me hand drop down the Ginger's back until I found the bottom hem. Knowing she wasn't wearing any panties I pulled the back of her dress up a little and slid my hand between the crack of her ass. She sighed as leaned into me as my fingers explored her womanhood. I could still feel how wet she was and dipped my fingers in side her. I worked them slowly to get them good and wet then moved my hand back to insert my index finger into her asshole. She jumped a little and took a quick breath, but then relaxed as she realized I would be gentle.

"Sweet," we heard from behind us and I turned to see one of the valets on break watching us. I moved my hand and dropped Ginger's dress back over her bottom, as I felt her move away from my grasp. 

She turned and dropped the top of her dress to reveal her tits to the young man. "He got to play with these earlier,' she said quietly as she then reached down and lifted the bottom of her dress, "and he got some of this."

Giggling, she turned back around fixing her dress and wrapped my arm back around herself.

On the way home it became apparent that Diane was a little tipsy and having a great time. 

She kicked her high heels off and began tugging at her bra and said," As soon as we get out of the city, I'm pulling this off as well as these damn panty hose."

As we left the city and entered the wooded area Diane kept her word by unsnapping her bra in front and pulling it free of her dress. This also freed her right breast from the dress.

She then hiked up her skirt around her waist and tugged the panty hose down past her feet. This little act left her clean shaven pussy fully exposed.

As I looked over to enjoy the sudden strip tease we were also rounding a ninety degree left hand turn in the roadway. The car drifted across the double yellow line and I jerked the wheel back to the right and pressed the gas pedal and started accelerating. I looked back over to grab an exposed body part when the red and blue lights began to flash in the rearview mirror.

"Shit'" I muttered and quickly hit the window button to drop both front windows to allow some of the smell of alcohol to dissipate. I pulled the car off to the shoulder and reached for my wallet. 

"You might want to cover up a little," I said with a smirk.

When Diane realized her pussy was exposed she grabbed the sweater she had brought along and tried to cover up her crotch and legs. Her breast was still exposed, but I figured it just might help get me out of a ticket.

With all of this going on, neither of us had seen the officers approach, one of either side of the car.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What are you trying to hide?" a voice boomed from just outside her window. "Put your hands where I can see them," he ordered. 

With that he shined his flashlight onto Diane's lap and reached in the window. He pulled the sweater off of her lap to reveal the dress pulled up around her waste and her naked pussy. Then he must have realized that her boob was hanging out.

'Keep you hands in front of you and step out of the vehicle, ma'am," he again ordered. His partner had left my side of the car, without my license or registration and was making his way around the car with his flashlight adding to the illumination of my half naked wife.

"But I need to cover,,," my wife quietly began to protest.

"Ma'am, out of the car, NOW. Step up here to the front and put your hands on the hood of the car. Feet back and spread 'em. Wider. Wider. Right there." He turned to his partner and told him to keep the light on her.

The first deputy reached around the front of my wife and began a 'pat down'. It was really more of a rub down. His hands lingered on Di's breasts and as his hand slid down the dress he managed to pull both of her breasts completely free from the top of her dress. His hands slid back over the now exposed breasts as I watched helplessly and rather fascinated from the drivers seat. His hands then slid down to her waste and he pushed the bottom of her dress up a little higher to completely reveal her pussy and ass. As I watched I could tell that Di was quietly moaning and writhing to the deputy's fondling. The deputy moved his hands down to the top o her legs and traced them all the way to her ankles, then reversed the motion and brought his hands back up her legs. As his hands found the spilt, I could see the fingers of one hand appear between her legs, and then disappear into her mound.

Diane was now laying on top of my hood, with her breasts padding her. I continued to watch as the office worked his fingers in and out of her hole and Diane twitched against my car. I saw the orgasm rack her body and then she went limp.

The deputy left my wife laying on the hood and walked over to my window.

"Do you know why I stopped you tonight?"

"To grope my wife?" I offered as a smartass as I handed the deputy the business card case holding my license, registration and insurance card.

"Have you been drinking this evening? You wife seems a little intoxicated."

"No, officer. I had one beer about three hours ago and a shot of Jack about two hours ago. I can pass the breath test or a field sobriety test, if you want," I said rather firmly.

"That won't be necessary. But your 'wife' looks just like a woman with a warrant out for her arrest for embezzlement and prostitution. Does she have any type of identification?"

"She might have her drivers license in her purse, but trust me, she's my wife."

"Let's see some identification."

I looked around for her purse and glanced up to see the second deputy patting down Di again. He was spending a lot of time on her tits, and while I watched she turned to face the deputy. Her hands went down to his waste and disappeared between the two bodies.

"Have you found her ID yet?" the deputy demanded impatiently.

I continued to look and finally found her purse. I brought it up to my lap and started to open the small purse.

"Slowly. Very, very slowly. No sudden moves or you could get tasered,' the deputy stated.

I opened the purse only to find her lipstick, a small hairbrush, an eye lash brush and four condoms. I looked up to see the smirk on the deputy's face. 

"Are you sure she's your wife? Seems like an awful lot of condoms for just one couple. If you're concealing her identity, you could go to jail, too."

"Officer," I offered lamely, "I could try to explain but you probably wouldn't believe me. We really are married and have been for a few years. We just lead an interesting lifestyle."

"Well, we're going to have to do some checking." The deputy walked over to Di and the other deputy who seemed to be zipping up his pants as Di appeared to be wiping something off of her hands onto her dress.




The Christmas Party



"Bill, we need to take her picture and try to confirm who she really is." With that he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them behind her back. He quickly had her handcuffed and was moving her back towards the patrol car. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the deputy spin her around and saw that Di's dress was stilled pulled down in front and the bottom was still hiked up around her waste. The deputy reached up and smoothed out her hair and wiped some smeared lipstick off of her cheek.

There were at least a half dozen flashes, obviously from a camera to break the night. There had not been another car go past during the entire stop, but now it seemed like there were a dozen going past. Thankfully the patrol car shielded Di from the passing spectators, but the traffic seemed to bother the deputies. They walked her back up to the car and leaned her against the passenger side window as the deputy removed the handcuffs.

As Diane rubbed her wrists, she said rather flatly, "I could show you how to use them and still keep the girl happy. They can be enjoyable, you know." 

She pulled her dress down over her ass and pulled the front to cover her breasts, got in the car and slammed the door. She put her window up, gave one last glance back at the deputy and said, "Take me someplace you can fuck me. Quick. God, I am so horny. Come on, let's go. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

"I'd love to, but, first I have to let the deputy tell me I can go." I said looking to my left to see the deputy. 

He handed the card case containing the documents back to me. "Slow down and stay in your lane. I am going to let you go this evening with a verbal warning."

"What about what happened to my wife?" I asked, probably a little too excitedly. 

"She can go, too. She's not who we thought she was, so she's good to go," he said over his shoulder as he walked back to his patrol car.

Before he could get back to his unit, Diane was reaching over and trying to undo my zipper.

"Geez. At least wait until we're back on the road and away from those two," I protested.

"Oh, alright," she said as she sat back up," I'll just start by myself." She pulled her dress up and spread her legs. She slid her hand down and rubbed her mound and squirmed in her seat. "Ummm, I'm so horny."

Having pulled back onto the road, I took my hand off of the steering wheel and reached over and rubbed her leg. I moved my hand slowly up and told her to lean to her right. I moved my hand around her leg and slid it under her butt. I let my fingers find her pussy and began a smooth rhythm. I also kept a close eye on the road hoping to avoid another deputy. Diane began to move in her seat and as I glanced over saw that she was massaging her breasts.

" Did the deputies get you off?' I asked expecting a rude answer or a stop to the play.

"I was so horny I came when the deputy rubbed my breasts and again when his hands found my pussy. The second deputy got a hand job and didn't do anything to me. I was expecting him to turn me around and fuck me on the hood, but he just wanted to get off on my tits."

As she said this I looked over to see the juice covering her tits. She turned and rested her head on the window and returned to enjoying my fingers. She slowly rocked back and forth and picked up speed as her breathing came in shorter, quicker breaths. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as her body relaxed, she leaned back in her seat and drifted off to sleep from the activities and the alcohol.

Once again, her boobs were free of the confines of the dress and her legs were exposed all the way up to her ass, which was also exposed. Her breathing slowed softly as she drifted off with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Remembering we were out of coffee creamer for the coffee I know she would be needing. I decided to stop at a nearby convenience store on the way home. Knowing Diane liked to expose her beautiful body and natural perky breasts, I though it would be fun to let her sleep while I ran inside. It was late and I figured there wouldn't be that many people out at two in the morning.

I pulled up in front of the only all night convenience store in town and got out quietly so as not to disturb Diane's slumber. The parking lot was empty but the clerk was out front smoking a cigarette. 

He looked into the car and saw Diane, "Is she alright?"

"She's exceptional. She's just sleeping off a little sex and alcohol," I offered.

"Mind if I take a closer look?" he asked as he stepped back from me fearing I might react violently.

"Look all you want. Just don't touch. Then I'd have to hurt you. I am just going to grab some creamer. I'll bring it to the counter and then you can ring me up."

"Take your time," he said as he made his was closer to the passenger side of the car.

I walked into the store and made my way towards the back where the dairy products patiently waited for purchase. As I walked past the coolers I decided to grab some soda and took a moment to choose a twelve pack of Coke.. I made my was to the register to find it still empty and looked outside for the clerk. Now there were two clerks standing next to Diane's window taking in all they could see. 

I opened the door and spoke, " I'm ready to pay now. One of you want to come back inside?"

They both looked up and the previously unseen clerk said," Just take the stuff. We'll cover it. What ya' getting'?"

"A twelve pack of Coke and a creamer."

"Yeah, we got it covered. Don't worry about it,' the original clerk offered.

I walked back into the store, grabbed the Coke's and the creamer and headed out the door.

"She really is beautiful," one offered.

"Great body. You're a lucky guy," came form the other one.

"Yep. Don't I know it." I opened the door and tossed the 'purchases' into the back seat and got in the car. 

I reached around to fasten the seatbelt and looked over to see that Diane had moved around in her seat spreading her legs and now her bald pussy was clearly visible. His was a little mare than I had anticipated and began to regret my decision. I backed out of the space, leaving the two twenty-something guys staring with their mouths open. They turned to each other and began talking rapidly as if to brag about what they had just seen.

As soon as we left the parking lot my wife sat up in her seat and playfully punched me in the arm. 

"What the fuck? Were you going to let those guys fuck me, too?" she demanded.

"No, there was just one guy outside when we got there. I don't know where the other guy came from. But I did tell the one guy he could look, but couldn't touch or I'd kill him.

Besides, you had to move around to show then everything. What's up with that?" Now I was the one demanding answers.

She smiled brightly," Well I figured if you were going to let them look, then they might as well get to see the whole package. It will give them fuel for though tonight when they get home. They can pretend they're fucking me when they fuck their girlfriend."

"What if there's no one waiting at home?" I asked slyly. 

"Then they can just jerk off thinking about me!" She stated excitedly.

Diane didn't bother to straighten out her dress on the short drive home.

"That little nap helped, though. Now, I'm all horny again. Just for you. You can tear this dress off of me like you promised and do all the naughty things you can think of."

I pushed the sped limit through the deserted residential streets hoping not to get stopped again. When we pulled up in the driveway Diane jumped from the car and ran to the front door, opened her purse and dug for her keys. Knowing there were no keys in her purse, I left the courtesy light on illuminating her half dressed body on the front porch as I slowly made my way towards the door.

I stepped onto the porch, keys in one hand, wrapping my arm around her and finding her ass with the other hand, and pulled her to me. I kissed her long and hard, catching her bottom lip between my teeth and unlocked the door.

But then that's another story.



The Christmas Party



I got to the Christmas party a little late and by then, everyone was pretty buzzed. It was held by a dear friend and I was excited to be seeing other friends that I hadn't seen in years. I wore this cute little black dress that was short and tight, hugging all of my curves and even managed to push my large tits up nicely. I was wearing a pair of 3 inch heels with hopes that I would make it through the party without tripping. 

Everyone seemed to be in separate groups mingling, reminiscing about the good old days while downing a variety of alcoholic beverages. I quickly grabbed a beer and made my way around. As I was talking to Nicci, I spotted Mark across the room. He gave me a huge smile and a wink that immediately sent shivers over my body causing my nipples to harden and my pussy to quake. Unfortunately we had a lot of friends around so we had to keep the flirting secret so we wouldn't get busted by anyone.

I walked to another group, this one closer to where Mark was hanging out. I smiled at him, sliding my tongue over my red lips to tease him. Someone said something and I had to pull away from my little flirting to join the conversation. When I looked over again, Mark was gone.

"Hello baby girl" he whispered into my ear, chills covering my flesh once more. I felt his hand slip between my legs, his fingers sliding under the little bit of black lace that covered my smooth pussy. He was being quick and discreet, standing behind me but far enough back to not warrant any suspicion. I shuddered as he pulled his hand away, his fingers coated with my sweet honey.

I fought the urge to press against him, now hungry to feel his cock against me. I kept talking as he slid his fingers into his mouth and quickly sucked them clean, a groan escaping his lips that only I could hear. I knew we were being risky, flirting and being so close out here but I couldn't help it. He was driving me insane the second I saw him. I think he knew what he was doing to me because he quickly excused himself and made his way over to another group of friends. 

I kept glancing at him and each time he would wink or smile. I blew him a little kiss before excusing myself and walking into the kitchen for another beer. Nicci had a cooler full of bottles sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Thankfully someone was there to hand me one the first time I went in. This time there was no one. I looked at the cooler and then around the room, knowing that I would flash anyone coming in if I bent over to get a beer. I gave an exasperated sigh and then reached for the cooler lid.

"Keep bending over like that and I am going to spank you." Mark growled as he rounded the corner and got a perfect view of my swollen pussy barely covered by the lace thong. His hand immediately went to my ass, giving it a sharp smack. I squealed, my pussy dripping for him now.

As if he read my mind, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the cooler and around the corner, taking me down the hall and into the first empty bedroom we could find. He locked the door, pushing me against it and placing his lips firmly on mine. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist my hands grabbing at his shirt and trying to pull it up as my tongue danced with his. 

"Please Mark... please fuck me..." I moaned into his mouth. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy and I knew I would leave a wet spot on his pants if he didn't get them off soon. The music blasted down the hallway causing the door to vibrate, his mouth leaving mine and kissing down my neck as his hand pulled the top of my dress down and then pulled my bra to expose one of my large tits to him. He licked my nipple, swirling around the hard bud before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. 

I unhooked my legs and put my feet back down, pushing his waist back so I could begin undoing his pants. His hard cock fell heavily into my palm and I stroked him, squeezing it to milk his pre-cum. He growled, biting my nipple. He pulled away and went to the other, licking and sucking and biting until I couldn't take it anymore. "I need to suck your cock, baby. Please let me suck your cock..." I whispered.

He backed up and I immediately dropped to my knees, his cock resting in my hand as I began to lavish it with kisses around the swollen head. His fingers tangled in my hair and I slid my tongue up and down the length, slowly memorizing every ridge, every throbbing vein. I wrapped my lips around it and pulled it in, sucking it deep down my throat.

I caressed his balls, heavy with his cream as I slid my lips up and down his cock, my tongue running across the throbbing vein on the underside. He growled and I felt his balls tighten, signaling that he was close to release. I needed to feel him inside of me so I slid back and released his cock, a string of saliva running from my lips to the fat head.

He pulled my hair and I stood, allowing him to direct me to the bed where he pushed my face down. I was now bent over the bed, my ass in the air and my pussy aching to be fucked, He brought his hand down and smacked my ass several times, an orgasm tearing through me as I cried out. He yanked my panties down and dropped to his knees, spreading my ass cheeks and shoving his face into my sopping hole. He licked and sucked my pussy like a starving man. I came so many times that I lost count, my body shaking as his tongue explored my sweet pussy.

I was pleading for him, begging for his cock. He finally pulled away and grabbed my hair, turning me around and pressing his pussy covered lips against mine. I tasted my sweet juices as I kissed him, licking around his lips to clean him off. He removed the rest of his clothes and then helped me out of my dress before pulling me onto the bed with him. I was now on top, straddling him. I wanted to tease him, and to get control of myself again. I rubbed my pussy up and down his cock, letting him watch as my lips seemed to wrap around him and I coated his meat pole with my juices.

He couldn't take the teasing any longer, grabbing my hips and lifting me so he could slam his cock into me. I cried out as he stretched my pussy, filling me with his length. I began riding him, bouncing over his cock and feeling him push against my cervix. I fucked him hard and fast, sweat dripping off of me as my tits bounced around and he thrust his hips up to push deeper into me.

Mark finally sat up and began moving us, keeping his cock buried inside of my tight pussy as he flipped us around. His arms hooked under my knees, pushing them up so that they were around my head as he began slamming his cock into me. I convulsed beneath him, my pussy squeezing his cock as he shoved it in hard, his balls smacking against my asshole. I cried out, biting his shoulder so that people out in the party wouldn't hear us, my orgasms ripping through me. 

He finally shoved in deep and remained still as he spewed jet after jet of his thick seed into my quivering cunt. My nails dug into his ass, pulling him in deeper. I felt his hot spunk fill my cunt and I tightened around him, milking his magnificent cock for more cream. When he had nothing else left, he slowly pulled out, my legs still up in the air. He looked down to see my gapping cunt opened and filled with his thick seed. 

Mark made me sit like that for a few more minutes and then lowered my legs. He kissed me gently as his hands ran over my soft skin. Our hearts began to relax and we slowly got off of the bed and redressed. Mark pulled my lace panties back up and ordered me to keep his seed inside of me. He gave me a deep and lingering kiss before we left the bedroom to rejoin the party, no one even noticing that we were gone.



The Christmas Party



[Trigger warning - This is a story about a cheating wife, please don't read this if that freaks you out.]



Your wife took an admin assistant job after many years out of the work force when you got laid off from your job and you appreciated the income while you were looking for a new position. Now you and your wife are attending her office Christmas party and the everyone is just starting to loosen up as the alcohol starts to kick in. You wife's boss stops by to say hello.

"Hello Janice, you look nice tonight," says Bob, your wife's boss, gazing at your wife's bosom a little more intently than is proper.

"Ahem, hello Bob," you say, holding out your hand.

"Oh, Jason, Merry Christmas," he says as though startled to see you. But he recovers quickly and shakes your hand warmly. "Jason, look, I am terribly sorry, but I need to steal your wife away for just a moment," he says putting his arm around Janice's shoulder and leading her away.

"Oh, is there some work to do?" she asks in dismay looking back over her shoulder at yo apologetically as they walk away.

"Yes, it won't take long, but I'm afraid it really can't wait," he tells her with a smile.

You are standing alone for a moment, a bit out of sorts since you don't really know any of her co-workers yet. Then another woman named Susan who is an admin like your wife, comes over to keep you company.

"I saw that naughty Bob Smith take your wife away, Jason," she says shaking her head sympathetically. "He's just a terrible slave driver sometimes."

"Yeah, it's 9 pm on a Friday night," you say, consulting your watch. "I can't imagine what business is so urgent that he needs to interrupt the party like this."

"Well I don't know if I should tell you this, but last year he did the same thing to me..." Susan's face was flushed with alcohol and she pauses indecisively.

'And?" you say, gesturing for her to continue, but feeling slightly uneasy.

"Nothing, Jason," she says looking down guiltily.

"If there is something I should know, I hope you would tell me," you tell her, worried that Bob might be trying some hanky panky with your wife.

"Jason, can I ask you a personal question?" asks Susan, slurring her words slightly. She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you can't help but glance down the front of her low cut blouse at her large round boobs.

"I guess so..." you says nervously.

"Oh, do you like my boobs?" she asks noticing your eyes on her bosom.

"Um, yes, I do actually," you admit bashfully. "Is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"What? Oh no, I had another question. But thank you for the compliment," she says distractedly. "Oh yes, I was going to ask if you and Janice had an... open relationship."

"Open?" you ask in confusion.

"Yes, open," she says as though talking to a slow child. "As in having sex with other people." She glances around to make sure no one was looking opens her blouse to flash a nipple at you briefly.

You gulp in surprise and your cock stiffens at the site of Susan's hard pink nipple. She's about your age, in her mid 40's and has kept her good looks and shapely figure. "Susan, you are a very attractive woman, but no, Janice and I do not have an open relationship. We are old fashioned," you laugh.

"Oh silly, I wasn't propositioning you," laughs Susan slapping your shoulder playfully. "Jeez, give a guy a peek at your nips and he thinks you want to screw these days..."

"Oh, uh, sorry," you stammer, blushing with shame. 

"Oh it's fine dear, I would fuck you if you were a little drunker. No I was talking about Bob," then she stops and bites her lip pensively.

"What does Bob have to do with our marriage being open?" you ask, not liking the gist of this conversation.

Susan reaches over surreptitiously and grips the lump in your trousers. "Oh you did like that nip, didn't you?" she purrs.

You almost cry out in surprise but you regain your composure and turn your back to the crowded room so that no one notices Susan squeezing your cock through your pants. "Susan, you shouldn't do that," you say half-heartedly. But you can't deny that it feels pretty exciting to have this large breasted blonde work your johnson at a crowded Christmas party.

"You got a nice big one," says Susan approvingly. But then she releases your dick and squares her shoulders purposefully. "But look, I didn't come over her to flirt with you. I wanted to tell you about Bob."

"Ok," you say, trying to re-arrange your hardon so that you aren't pitching a tent for the world to see.

"Well I was his admin last year, and Bob has a habit of taking certain... liberties with his admins," she said.

"Go on," you say. Your mouth is dry and you take a sip of beer to quench your thirst.

"Well he was always demanding little sexual favors... oh hold on..." she says as a man approaches. "Darling, have you met Janice's husband, Jason? Jason, this is my husband, Ralph."

"How do you do Ralph?" you say shaking his hand. He's a bit older and starting to grey.

"Please don't fuck around with my wife in front of everyone like that," he says unhappily. "It's embarrassing."

"Jesus, Ralph!" you yelp in surprise. "I wasn't trying to do anything to your wife."

"Hush up, Ralph," laughs Susan nonchalantly. "Don't be a boor. I told you that this is Janice's husband. You know, Janice is Bob's new admin."

"Oh," says Ralph with surprise. Then he looks chagrined, "Sorry pal, I get it now. Susie was just trying to soften the blow a bit..."

"Well I didn't make him soft, that's for sure," she said racily.

You stare, dumbfounded by these people, and just wait for an explanation.

"I'll let you tell him then," says Ralph shaking his head and patting you on the shoulder compassionately before walking away.

"So it's pretty obvious what you are trying to tell me here," you say.

"Yeah, so if you don't have an open relationship, then I suggest you go try to locate your wife and find out what Bob is using her for," says Susan frankly. "Oh, and in case you didn't get it, Ralph and I do have an open policy. So if you need a consolation fuck, just call me." Susan winks at you lewdly and saunters off. As confused and jealous as you are feeling right now, you can't help but notice how she shakes her nice round bottom as she sashays away. 

You shake your head try to focus on the task at hand. The most logical place for Bob to take your wife would be back to his office. So you walk over there. You put your hand on the door handle and then pause for a moment. You ask yourself if you really want to know what's going on in there. Money would be pretty tight if you forced your wife to quit this job. Maybe you don't want to know. But you can't walk away. You need to know if your wife is cheating on you. So you open the door walk into the office without knocking.

As you feared, your wife is on her knees before Bob with her boobs out and his cock in her mouth. She is sucking it hard and looking up at him submissively, carefully checking his reaction to make sure she is doing it right. When she sees you her eyes widen in shock, but she keeps on sucking him. Bob gives a start when you walk in as well.

"Jesus Jason, don't you knock?" he says irritably. Then he regains he composure. "Sorry old man, just give me another minute, will you? I'm almost... ah there it goes."

You look on with disgust as Bob shoots a load into your wife's mouth. She swallows most of it, but some cum dribbles out of her mouth.

"That's nice," you say sarcastically.

"Normally I like to pull out and blow my wad all over her face, but with you here, I thought that would be rude." He pauses to withdraw his spent member from between your wife's plump lips. "Would you mind closing the door?" he asks politely. "This would be bothersome to explain to the HR director."

You shut the door behind you angrily and turn back to face them with your arms crossed.

"Honey, I can explain," says you wife, remaining on her knees in front of Bob. Her top is still down and she is fishing around in her handbag for a tissue.

"Here you go, dear," says Bob tenderly as he hands your wife the box of tissues from his desk. Then he perches jauntily on the edge of his desk and turns to face you. "So let's talk this over, shall we?" he says reasonably. Your wife is wiping cum from her mouth delicately and avoiding your eyes.

"I guess you are going to apologize then?" you ask stiffly.

Bob tilts his head back and laughs. "Apologize? Of course not, why would I be sorry? Your wife gives wonderful head."

"Jesus, you are just going to be a prick about this then, are you?" you snap angrily.

"Honey, this is really nothing," says your wife, hitching the straps of her dress back up and tucking her boobs inside as she rearranges herself. "All the admins do these little... favors for the executives here. This business can be so stressful. A little womanly care... helps them relieve the tension. I don't mind offering Bob a bit of... comfort... now and then. It's no big deal."

"Comfort?" you ask in dismay. "Comfort is a cup of tea and sympathetic ear, not going down on your knees to suck his cock!"

"Please don't be like that, dear. You like to have your chubby rubbed now and then, don't you?" says you wife, struggling to make like of the situation. She climbs to her feet but stands next to Bob, rubbing his shoulder.

"Why the hell are you rubbing his shoulder?" you sputter. "And why is it suddenly ok for a married womans to be sucking her boss off as long as it comforts him?"

"I don't always make her suck my dick," says Bob holding his palms open. "Sometimes, I just have her give me a nice soothing ball massage." Susan grimaces at him as one might a naughty child, but continues to rub Bob's shoulder. 

"Please don't rile him up more, Bob," she begs meekly.

"I didn't ask him to come barging in here," he says in annoyance. "I just wanted to enjoy a nice Christmas Party hummer with my lovely secretary." Then he turns to you, "Honestly, Jason, it was quite gauche of you to interrupt us like that. You must have known what we were doing in here."

"I suspected, but I needed to see it with my own eyes," you say sadly.

"Well, you've seen it now. I hope you are happy. Janice, please take your husband away and go work out your marital issues somewhere else. Oh, and send Susan in here with a bottle of whiskey, will you?" Bob hops off his perch on the edge of his desk and goes around behind it to plop down in his executive chair. 

You stare at him in shock as your wife bustles over to you and guides you out the door. 

"Merry Christmas, happy new year and all that," calls Bob with a wave, not bothering to look over as you and your wife depart.

"Honey, look, I know we can work something out," says Janice, looking at you beseechingly. "We really need the money from this job."

"First of all, we don't need the money that damn bad. We have savings to run on for a while," you say with annoyance. "You enjoy comforting that jerk's prick. Secondly, Jesus, Susan, you've stil got his cum on your chin." Your wife blanches and dabs at her chin self-consciously. "Thirdly, I am going to go fuck Susan doggystyle in the copy room so you can send some other slut to bring asshole his whiskey." Then you turn and stride away.

"Honey, please don't," says Janice trailing after you. "Just because I polish up my boss' johnson and a bit now and then doesn't give you right to have intercourse with a harlot like Susan!" 

You pause and look her in the eye angrily. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Would it be more commensurate if I just asked her restrict herself to pleasuring me orally?"

"Well, I guess..." says your wife with a grimace, waving her hands indecisively.

"I'll take that under advisement," you snap. Then you turn on your heels and stride away, looking for Susan. You wife follows a short distance behind making vague, discontented sounds. You find Susan talking quietly with her husband by the windows. You pause for a moment and take in the view of the city lights sprawling out in every direction.

"It's a hell of view, isn't it," says Ralph putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah," you say looking over at him frankly. "Hey would you mind if I had sex with your wife? I need to even the score with mine."

Ralph shuts his eyes and nods wisely. "I understand completely my friend, have at her, by all means."

"I like standing by, having the men make this transaction, as though I were just a tool to be loaned and borrowed with no will of my own, it's kinky," chuckles Susan looking at Janice with a twinkle in her eye.

"Don't be like that, dear," complains Ralph with a hurt expression. "I saw you going after Jason's wang earlier. I know you're willing."

"Wait, what did you do to my husband?" puffs Janice jealously.

"Oh can it, Janice," snorts Susan in response. "You've got Bob's dick on your breath." She takes you by the hand and leads you toward a darkened bank of offices away from the main festivities. "Come along Jason, let's you and I get to know one another a little better."

You let Susan lead you into an empty window office with the lights out and another spectacular view of the city. You are surprised to see Ralph and Janice join you and close the door behind them.

"You two are just going to watch then?" you ask nervously as Susan casually unzips her dress and drops it to the floor. You gaze at her gorgeous hourglass figure outlined in the moonlight as she unsnaps and discards her bra as nonchalantly as tossing aside a candy wrapper.

"I like watching," says Ralph unzipping his fly with relish and pulling his thing out. Janice looks at his small, crooked cock with disgust and edges away.

"It's not fair to go all the way," says your wife half-heartedly as Susan approaches you with a sly smile on her face, jutting her chest out toward you. You take her plump breasts into your hands as she embraces you, eagerly seeking out your mouth. Within seconds, you and Susan are making out madly. She wastes no time unzipping your trousers and just pulling them right down.

"That's a good solid cock," Susan tells your wife as she grips your stiff, bare rod and starts jerking it.

"Oh dear, yes it is," mumbles Janice worriedly as she watches Susan yank your prick while you enthusiastically squeeze her tits.

"So anyway," gasps Susan pulling her mouth away from yours. "What are your interests? Do you enjoy boating?"

You chuckle in response, pinching her nipples.

"No boating? How do you feel about blowjobs then?" Susan drops to her knees before you and puts her face close to your cock, examining it closely, "Can you see well enough, Ralph?" she asks distractedly.

"Oh yeah, honey, looks good. Real slutty," he groan as he jerks his pickle. 

"How about you, Janice? You like the way I'm working your husband's knob?" asks Susan archly.

"Don't be catty, Susan," snaps your wife defensively.

"She's just comforting me, dear," you tell your wife. "You know how I like my chubby rubbed." Then you gasp with pleasure as Susan engulfs the head of your prick in her mouth and sucks on it fitfully. You wife is making little grumbling sounds of displeasure while Susan slurps noisily on your wang, but Ralph is just humming pleasantly to himself as he watches and masturbates. 

"Ok, you've got to fuck me with the thing, honey," gasps Susan breathily. "Can I interest you in some doggystyle. She stands up and pulls her panties down and you glance with interest at her dark bush before she turns and presents her round ass to, arching her back slightly to expose her swollen labia.

"Please Susan, that's going too far. Can't you just suck him off?" pleads Janice.

"I like that dick, but it won't make me cum if I keep it in my mouth," says Susan brashly. She reaches back and parts her labia for you. "Stick it on in there, big boy," she encourages y ou urgently.

You prod the head of your straining member into the crease of her snatch and lubricate it up with her juices before angling your pelvis and plunging it into Ralph's wife. She cries out in pleasure and starts rapidly rubbing her clitoris as you fuck her. Soon you build up momentum and are pistoning yourself in and out of her. You feel her vagina tighten around the shaft of your cock and she shudders with an intense orgasm, but she only whimpers softly and you suspect she doesn't want to cry out too loudly and make her husband jealous. Once she came, you feel that your gentlemanly duty of restraint is fullfilled so you let yourself relax and you immediately start shooting load after load of cum inside Ralph's wife.

"He's cumming inside me, Ralph," gasps Susan lustily. "You like that, right."

"That's the best way to do it," agrees Ralph. Then he says, "Hey, Jason, watch, you'll like this." With that he turns and starts madly fapping in your wife's direction. She holds her hands up in horror as he spurts cum all over the front of her dress. You and Susan can't help but break out laughing at Janice's disgust and annoyance. 

"Oh Ralph, how could you be such a filthy beast?" demands Janice angrily. "Now I have to go back out to the party covered in semen!"

Suddenly the door opens and Bob strides into the room and flips the light switch on. You are all blinded by the ugly flourescent for a moment.

"Oh shit!" swears Bob, seeing you with your limp cock still inside Susan. "Dammit Jason, you knew I wanted to do Susan next. I told your wife to send her in to me."

"Seriously Bob, go fuck yourself," you say indignantly. "I can't believe you blow a load into my wife's mouth and then have the gall to complain if I try to have some fun with Susan."

"Yeah Bob, do go and fuck yourself," laughs Susan. "I work for Henderson now, and he isn't half the pervert that you are. He cums his pants when I show him my bush. I've got him wrapped around my finger and I could make things tough for you if I wanted, so you better play nice."

"If you think Henderson still matters around here, then you haven't had your ear to the ground, woman. Go clean yourself up and report to my office. You face looks like it needs a good slap from my cock." Then Bob saunters out chuckling to himself.

"Actually he did make me wet the way he said that," says Susan to Janice. "I forgot what a forceful prick he could be."

"Oh yes, his prick is very forceful," agrees your wife getting flustered at the thought of it.

"Jesus Janice, really?" you say, annoyed. "Why do I feel like he just stole my thunder, Ralph?"

"Bob is a damn bastard," agrees Ralphy amicably as he cleans of his dick with a handkerchief.

"Sorry, boys," says Susan, pulling away to disengage from your spent pipe. "But I've got an appointment that I don't want to miss." She giggles as she slips back into her dress, leaving her bra and panties on the floor. She gives you a quick kiss and says, "You're a good fuck, let's do it again sometime." Then she runs off to get her face slapped by Bob's cock.

Your wife looks at you with anger, frustration, and guilt. But you can't tell if she is more mad at you for fucking Susan or jealous of Susan's appointment with Bob. Ralph is philosophical and just says, "Well I'll leave you two to work things out. I'm going to head out to go find a drink and try not to think about Susan's meeting with Bob."

"It annoys me how you fucked that slut, Susan," says your wife stiffly. "But I understand why you did it. Can we go home now?"

You look at you wife tenderly and sigh as you put on your trousers. "Yes, my little bread winner. Let's go home." You put your arm around her and she puts her head on your shoulder sadly as you head out to the elevators.



The Christmas Party



Vivian and I have been friends for the past seventeen years. We go shopping, out to eat, share our live stories. But for the past few months I’ve been thinking of her in a way I have never thought of another woman before. And the strange thing is I truly enjoy it. Why am I having these feelings now after all these years? My husband and I had been married for the past eleven years. We created a beautiful son, and have a wonderful sex life, so why Vivian?

                Well I thought I share my feelings with my husband, one night while lying in bed I ask my husband what do you think of sex between two women With a smile from ear to ear he replied there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a beautiful thing. I then ask what about Vivian and I? He seemed shocked but quickly replied oh yes! I’d love that. My husband then guided my hand into his underpants, his cock was already hard. He told me his biggest fantasy was seeing me with another woman. And he started jerking off. From that night on we often talk about Vivian in hoping one night she would join us.

         The party was at 7:00pm, I had been waiting for this night all week. Just the thought of Vivian sitting next to me made me very excited Thinking of what she would wear and how she would smell made me very wet. Everyone started to arrive at the restaurant dressed in there holiday attire, I knew it would be a fun night. Then the moment I had waited for all week, Vivian walked in wearing a black low cut dress that showed every curve of her body, her entrance turned many heads including mine.        We greeted each other with a hug, our breast pressed tightly together I could feel my nipples getting hard, I wondered if she could feel it, and did she like it. When we let go of each other she gave me a look that I had never seen before, does this mean she enjoyed it I could only hope. Dinner was almost over, knowing Vivian’s husband wasn’t a big fan of dancing was great, she would be all mine. 

    The music had started Vivian had asked if I wanted to dance, within minutes we were on the dance floor. I could not keep my eyes off of her, how I had imagined myself licking her nipples , the thoughts racing through my head were driving me crazy. Vivian had realized that I had been staring, she softly whispered in my ear. Would you like to escort me to the ladies room? Without say a word I followed her.

    By the time we headed down to the last stall she was kissing the back of my neck, could this be a dream? I hope not. The next thing I knew my hands had wondered up her dress only to find she had not been wearing any panties. I could feel her pussy in my hands it was just as wet as mine. Slowly I stuck my fingers deep inside her, she moaned and said harder. She enjoyed me fucking her with my fingers. Vivian began to run her fingers through my hair, this only made me want her even more. To have her pussy in my mouth was only seconds away. Getting down on my knees I put my head under her dress, she had opened her legs wider so my tongue would have no problem finding her shaved pussy. I then began to suck her click which was getting bigger. She held my head very tight against her pussy, she was begging for me to make her cum. I sucked her so hard I could feel her warm cum dripping in my mouth. Vivian started kissing me she told her husband has never ate her like that. She now wanted to please me. She asked me what I wanted I told her I wanted her to fuck me with her tongue. Pulling down my skirt and panties Vivian then stuck her tongue in my pussy. I began moving my body up and down on her tongue. Looking down at her I could see her lips all wet. With her tongue fucking me and myself playing with my clit I started cumming all over her face. Vivian and I once again hugged each other, and smiled it had been the best Christmas Party ever.   



The Christmas Party



It was time for the company Christmas party. Most of the women decided to go together, without their husbands or boyfriends. They figured that they would be able to just relax and have a good night out with the girls. They decided to pair up & stay at a nearby hotel for the evening so no one would have to worry about driving home after drinking. Everyone arrived at the hotel around 3PM and checked in. Grace decided to go at the last minute, so she was on her own for a hotel room, which she didn't mind anyways. No one else to rush her in the shower, or, fighting for space in front of the mirror. The other girls were paired up as follows….Julia with Agnes, and Mary with Angie.

The guys also decided to share in on rooms, but, when they arrived at the hotel, they discovered that the hotel had overbooked. There was only one room available, and the hotel clerk said that they could only put four people to a room. They decide to draw straws and whoever got the shortest straw was on their own for the evening. Marcel went first, holding his breathe he withdrew the first straw. He quickly let out a sigh of relief when he saw it in its entire length. Next were Sam, and Ben. Both pulled the same as Marcel. It was down to Mark and Andrew. Andrew was next to pull when he pulled out a straw that was about half the size of the rest, Mark was quickly relieved! 

The men went to their room and Andrew called Angie to see if he could stay with her in her room. Andrew and Angie's families had been friends for a long time. So, this would not have been a problem if it wasn't for Mary. Mary was very stubborn to the fact that NO men would be joining them in their room on this weekend. Angie told Andrew to just hold tight in the lobby and she would figure something out. She made a call to Grace, knowing that she had two double beds in her room all to herself for the weekend. After a little convincing and some bargaining, Angie had finally talked Grace into letting Andrew stay with her for the weekend.

When Andrew arrived at Grace's room, he came in and she pointed out which bed would be his, and that she had already taken up the hangers in the closet, but if he wanted more, he could call down & request for more to be brought to the room. But, the dresser still had plenty of empty drawers in it. Grace told him that he could take a shower and have run of the bathroom until 5:00, but after that, it was all hers. Until then she was going to take a nap before getting ready for the party. Andrew agreed, and told Grace that he couldn't thank her enough for allowing him to room with her for the weekend. Andrew went right to the shower, and Grace did as she said. She was out before she even heard him turn the water on. 

At 5:15, Grace woke to Andrew tapping her on the shoulder. "Grace, are you going to get up and get ready?" She immediately jumped up and went into the shower. Andrew decided that since all he had to do is throw on his suit for the party that he was going to take a nap now. Grace spent the next hour and a half getting ready. After she had finished with her make up and doing her hair, she walked out of the bathroom in her towel relieved to find Andrew still fast asleep. She decided that since he was sleeping so well, that it was ok for her to get dressed right there instead of trying to put everything on in the small bathroom.

She wore a long, black, satin gown. With green and red rhinestone holly jewels holding up the straps. Her hair was done so that most of it was up, but she had a few curls hanging down the back, and a few soft curls framing her face. She was a beautiful girl, and needed no make up, but what little she put on made her look even more stunning. 

Before she realized it, it was quarter to seven. She yelled over to Andrew that if he wanted to make it for the cocktail hour he'd have to put a move on it. She startled him with her yell, and when he looked up from his pillow, he was mesmerized by her beautiful bare skin on her shoulders and back. She was slightly bent over putting her shoes on when she called out to him. He heard nothing she said, but figured it was about being late when he realized what time it was. He told her not to feel obligated to wait for him, but she said that she would rather not walk down to the party alone anyways. Andrew was ready in a matter of ten minutes, and they were off.

On the way down to the party, and elderly couple shared the elevator with them. The old woman asked if they were on their honeymoon. Grace quickly responded with a big "NO". Andrew then explained about their situation, and that they were on their way down to the company party right now. Truth was, as the minutes passed, Andrew was noticing a whole new side of Grace. They had always been really good friends at work, but, nothing more. Grace was a bit older, and married with children. Andrew was a young twenty one year old, still in school, living with his parents, trying to make some money to pay for grad school. They were always chatty on their lunch breaks together, and always spoke to each other in passing, but never thought of each other as anything other than co-workers before. Andrew was beginning to get excited about the evening ahead of him.

When they arrived in the grand ballroom of the hotel, they quickly split up and went right to their groups of friends. The girls had already ordered Grace a drink, and it was sitting on the table right next to her name tag. All the tables held ten, and she quickly noticed that all the girls' name tags were at every other spot on the table. The company boss decided that since they all worked the same shift, they could all sit together, which Grace had already assumed would be the case anyways. But, she didn't expect them to pair the men and women up like this. She immediately said to Agnes… "Why don't we just switch them around so that we can all sit together". Agnes told her that she had already suggested it to the group, but the other girls were quite happy to be paired up with a male for the evening. She did mention however that Angie had switched some of the mens' names around to accommodate who she preferred to sit with for the night. Grace took a look around the table and found who was paired with whom. It was Angie with Marcel, Julia with Ben, Mary with Sam, Agnes with Mark (which Grace knew that Agnes had a huge crush on anyways), and Her with Andrew. "ANDREW!, Oh great! Now, not only do I have to come up with conversation all night, but, I have to baby-sit too!" Agnes told her to relax and just try to have a good time. She definitely intended to have a good time. She picked up her drink and it was gone in a matter of seconds.

As cocktail hour reached it's end Grace had already downed quite a few drinks and was feeling the effect of the alcohol take place. She knew she needed to eat something or she would be back up in the hotel room before ten o'clock, passed out. Dinner arrived on the table just in time. Everyone was actually quite impressed with the meal. Small conversations took place while everyone was eating, but nothing too impressive. Mark & Agnes seemed to be getting along pretty well though. Mark would make little jokes, and Agnes would just giggle at everything he said. Grace ordered another drink with dinner. When the waitress returned, Andrew decided that he was going to outdrink Grace that night & made a challenge with her. She accepted that challenge, and ordered another round for the both of them right away. 

Angnes heard their conversation and said to Grace, "great babysitter" as she let out another giggle. "Looks like the two of you found something in common after all." The music started as dessert was served. Mark & Agnes got up right away to dance and Julia and Ben followed right behind them. About a minute later, Mary and Sam joined them out on the dance floor also. Everyone seemed to be doing just fine with the arrangements that Angie had made for them with the seating and all. Angie and Marcel were still seated at the table with Grace and Andrew when the waitress came back and Andrew ordered another round for the two of them. Angie seemed to get quite annoyed at the "challenge" that the two of them were overtaking. She quickly spoke her mind on the matter too. Andrew told her to relax and try to have a good time herself. Although, it didn't look like any sparks were flying between Marcel and her. 

By the time 10:30 rolled around, Grace and Andrew were pretty well lit, and Grace was even out on the dance floor with the girls. Grace was by no means a dancer, she was pretty good at it, but really didn't make a habit out of dancing anywhere. When the next slow song came on everyone seemed to couple up and start dancing. Grace started making her way back to the table as Angie and Marcel passed her on their way out to the floor. Finally the ice broke between the two of them, and Grace was glad for Angie, she didn't seem to have too much luck in the man department. Just as she got to the table Andrew stood up and asked her where she thought she was going. She said she figured she would sit this one out and have another drink, but he took her by the hand and led her back out to the floor. By her surprise, she didn't resist. She was even beginning to feel an attraction towards him now. She told herself that it was probably just the alcohol, and let it be at that.

Out on the dance floor anther slow song started right after the first, and everyone just kept dancing. Andrew pulled Grace in a little closer, and she rested her head against his chest. She looked up at him and said, "I really shouldn't be doing this with you." "What, we're only dancing" Andrew said. 

"Yeah, but I want to do more than just dance with you"

"Oh, really, I've wanted to more than just dance with you for months now."

As soon as the song ended, Andrew went to Agnes & told her that he needed to take Grace back to the room because she was a bit too loaded to stay here. He even went as far to tell her that he had to hold her up on the dance floor. Hoping that he left nothing to be suspicious about, he then turned to Grace and pretended to lead her back to the elevator.

In the elevator, no sooner had the doors shut, Grace pushed Andrew up against the wall and begin to kiss him passionately. Andrew could hardly believe what was happening. He had wanted Grace so badly now for months, but never had imagined that she would ever feel the same way, and yet, here they were. They ran to the room from the elevator, and Andrew dropped the key card while trying to open the door. Grace bent down to pick it up & told him to calm down.

As they entered the room, Andrew swept Grace off her feet and carried her over to the bed. Grace dropped her purse to the floor, and wrapped her arms around Andrew's body. As he gently kissed her she slid her hands up the back of his shirt and then slowly down the front, unbuttoning one button at a time, feeling his hard body. She then slipped his shirt off over his head. Andrew lifted himself on one arms, and brushed her hair back with the other hand telling her how beautiful she was. Grace pulled him down to her and whispered in his ear that she wanted him, and she wanted him right now! Andrew kissed her much deeper now than before, and slid her further up on the bed so that her head rested on the pillows now. He pulled the covers down from underneath her, and slipped her shoes off. Luckily for Andrew, Grace didn't feel that she needed to wear stockings with a long gown. He slowly slipped her dress up and over her hips, then her chest, and finally over her head. Andrew began to gently kiss Grace all over. Starting at her neck, and slowly moving to the top of her breasts that hung out the top of her bra. He moved down to her stomach& back up to her mouth.

Grace couldn't believe that she was allowing herself to do this, or even more that she was enjoying it so much! She couldn't handle the tension anymore, as Andrew kissed her, she reached down, and undid the button of his pants, then slowly the zipper. Andrew quickly responded and removed his pants and boxers. Grace gripped his hard cock in her hand and was shocked to find that he was so huge! She figured he would be a good size, but never this big! She was even more excited now than before. She had never before had an earth shattering orgasm, and immediately thought……this could be the night. She wanted him inside her right now. She started to kiss his neck and whispered in his ear.. "Andrew, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, please." Andrew needed no further encouragement. He slowly slid the head of his cock into Graces, now very wet, vagina. He was a little hesitant to continue without asking if it felt ok for her first. But, Grace grabbed his ass and pulled him into her before he could finish the question.

Andrew couldn't believe how hot and wet Grace was inside. It was a good thing that he was an experienced young man, or he would have cum right then & there. Andrew knew what he was doing. He grabbed Grace's hips and slowly but firmly started to thrust himself in and out of her. Grace couldn't believe how good he felt inside of her. She now KNEW that he would be able to give her the orgasm she so longed for.

Andrew was a very passionate lover. He would lower himself to her face every so often and gently kiss her, or whisper how good she felt inside. For a young man, he definitely knew what he was doing. After only a few minutes of his passionate thrusts Grace started to feel herself tensing with an uncontrollable rush running through her. She yelled out Andrews name and told him that he was going make her cum any second now. With that, Andrew began moving harder and faster, Grace moaning a little louder with each thrust, begging Andrew to make her cum. It didn't take long before her pussy starting gripping on to his cock and her juices went rushing around him dripping out of her pussy onto the bed. Just as she screamed "Andrew, I'm cumming", Andrew started to fill her up with his own juices. He then collapsed onto the bed beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her forehead, he looked into her eyes, and told her that she was the most beautiful women he had ever met, and that he hoped this wouldn't be a one time thing. She assured him that there was no way she was going to let him NOT do that to her again. They quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Andrew awoke only to find a note from Grace on the pillow beside him. "Andrew, thank you for the wonderful night. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I look forward to out next encounter. You know where to find me, don't make me come looking for you."



The Christmas Party



I will describe us as a mid and late thirties couple. I am 6 foot and she is 5 foot 1 inch. I will let your minds fill in the rest, because I think it is the most erotic part of any story anyway. I sometimes get very tired of reading these descriptions of two or three paragraphs and forget about them anyway. This story happened a few years ago on December 15 and started in the afternoon.

The kids were gone and we finally had some alone time. It was great because we had been teasing each other all day long. Connie would come up to me real close and all of the sudden start rubbing my cock through my shorts and talk nasty to me. "Would you like to put that some place that is nice, wet and warm?"

"Oh God, yes," Don said, "any place in particular you were thinking of." 

Squeezing her closer, he started pressing his bulging crotch against her panty-covered pussy. Dry humping in the middle of the room. "Any place in particular you were wanting to put you cock," she whispered in my ear. 

I pushed on her shoulders and she slowly lowered herself to her knees. One hand continued to rub my cock while the other reached for the button on my pants. Once undone her hand then went to the zipper and slowly unzipped my pants. Since I wasn't wearing any underwear she was now faced with my hot hard meat staring her in the face. 

I looked down into here soft brown eyes as she slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft, and rubbing the reddish purple head on her lips. The tip of her tongue reached out and started flicking the pre-cum from the tip. I tipped my head back as she slowly licked the length until the head of my cock was in her mouth. Her mouth was sucking the head and her tongue was massaging the tip underneath. God if felt so good, I wasn't sure how long I was going to last. It had been a few days since we last had the opportunity to fuck. I look down into her loving eyes with my cock still in her mouth and pulled her up. 

"Man if you keep doing that I am gonna cum way too soon." I said. 

I hugged her and leaned down and kissed her lips and tasted my cock on them. Our mouths opened and our tongues start the dance of love and lust. I slowly pushed he back against the back door and slide my leg between hers. Making sure that my thigh was pressing against her wet panty covered pussy. My cock rubbing against her just a little bit above her pubic area. I grabbed her wrists in one hand and stretched them over her head, forcing her breasts out. I leaned down to whisper in her ear and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. I reached in and started to massage her braless tits with my free hand as they became exposed. Slowly her nipples started to contract as they pressed against the palm of my hand. With my leg I applied pressure to her wet cunt. 

I whispered in her ear, "You know you are a naughty girl don't you." Then I sucked her ear lob between my lips and used my tongue to tickle behind her ear. Gently and slowly I moved down to here neck and started sucking on it. Leaving little love bites with my tongue and lips. At the same time I gently flicked her nipples with my index finger and her nipples got even harder and longer. My thumb came up to apply pressure from the opposite direction of the index finger causing her nipple to be trapped in the pinching move. 

I felt her breathing become heavier and a soft moan came from her throat. "Ummmm" was all I could hear. Slowly I move my hand down her body to her stomach just above the pubic bone and start to rub. I feel my hard cock pressed between us. Slowly my hand reaches the top of her panties and my fingers slide inside. My fingers feel the fine pubic hair and slowly travel through it until if feel her engorged love button. 

While I am fingering her clit, she moans again. Then she asks, "Why do you say I'm a naughty girl?"

"Because I know you have a thing for that delivery guy at work. I'll bet your pussy starts to tingle every time he delivers to the store, doesn't it?"

Then I put a little pressure on your clit as you close your eyes and in your mind your see him and moan a little. "Yes," you say, "my pussy does twitch when he delivers. Especially when I glance down at his crotch."

"You would like to find out what his package is really like wouldn't you?"

She moans again and sighs a long "Yeeessss." (Little did I know she had already tried that package out, but that is another story).

"I'll bet your getting wetter just thinking about it now, thinking about what it looks like, how it would feel and taste in your mouth and pussy."

"Yes…yes, I am getting wetter thinking about it and you playing with my clit isn't helping diminish that thought either."

Connie notices that my cock jerks a little as she tells me this. 

Slowly I move my hand lower until I am cupping Connie's pussy in my hand. With my middle finger I start massaging her wet inner lips, never moving my finger in her wet hole, teasing as much as I can. Another moan escapes her lips. 

"So does your fantasy fuck arouse you enough to where you have to relieve your self latter after he leaves."

"Only when he flirts and talks nasty to me."

"Umm," I moan, "and what do you do about that, go to the ladies room?"

"Well actually," she says with a sly grin on her face, "you know how my desk is in the corner of the office with two entrances and no doors."

"Yes"

"If I angle my chair just right I pretend that I am working on the computer but what I do is hike my skirt a little and play with my pussy right at my desk. It's kinda fun knowing that I might also get caught, and almost have a couple of times. Even have some pussy juice stains on my chair. Take a look the next time you come in."

"That I will," I say. I then release one of Connie's hands and guide it to my rock hard cock. Using my pre-cum she starts to stroke my meat. I back up just a little bit and Connie takes my cock and starts to rub the head against her blood-engorged clit. Teasing herself with the head getting herself hotter and hornier by the second. Then she slides it between her legs and uses her wet pussy juice to massage its length. She tries to slide it into her pussy but I stop her. 

"Oh, Don," she says, "I need to be fucked right now. You have me so horny."

"Oh your gonna get fucked. Don't all hot naughty wives get fuck one why or another? Turn around, I want to fuck you from behind so I can see your ass bounce as I pound my meat into you."

Connie turns around and leans against the door giving me free access to her pussy. We both know this is not going to take long because we are both so worked up. I take my cock in my hand and guide it to the entrance of her vaginal passage. Connie is so wet my head slides in very easily. I grab her waist and start to piston my dick in and out of her pussy, harder and harder with each thrust. 

"That's it baby, fuck your hot nasty wife good, teach her a lesson." She said.

I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck. "I'll bet you would like this to be Chuck, wouldn't you."

"Yes, yes, I want Chuck to fuck me like you are now. I want him to pound my pussy hard and I bet you would like to watch that wouldn't you. Giving your wife pleasure with his big dick like you do. Knowing another man is giving me pleasure and my pussy is reciprocating that pleasure."

"Oh, God yes, I would love to watch that."

Connie turns her head slightly and looks at me with lust in her eyes and says, "I would bet you would like fuck my right after he finishes cumming in me. I know you would love to have sloppy seconds only minutes after I had been well fucked by Chuck. Using your hard pole to churn all of our juices together."

With that I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as moaned and started her climax. I couldn't hold it back anymore either. My balls tightened and my dick swelled as my cum exploded in her hot wet box. 

I lay on her back exhausted wrapping my arms around her body, both of us hot and sweaty. I leaned into her ear and said, "I love you." 

"I love you too," she said

Then we kiss a gentle loving kiss and both decide to lay down for a little bit. I needed a nap to regain my strength and she had a Christmas Party to go to tonight. 

Chap 2 

*Most of this is what was told to me by the wife

I woke from my nap around 6 pm and notice that Connie was already up. I noticed the bathroom light was on and figured that Connie was finishing putting on her make-up. I don't know about the rest of you but it takes me about 15 to 20 minutes to get over that grogginess once coming out of a deep sleep. 

As I sat up to get out of bed, she walked into the room. Standing there looking at me and said, "Hey sweetie, how'd you sleep," with a little impish grin on her face. 

"Pretty fricking good," I said, "your pussy and a good cum is a great tension reliever."

Standing there in naked except for her thong string panties, she turned to get her jeans out of her dresser drawer, giving me a great view of her ass. All that went through my mind was the saying, "My baby got back."

She turned back around and I chuckled and said, "Is that all your going to wear tonight?"

She smiled and said, "No, silly, I don't think they would let me in this way. What do think for tonight though, bra or braless?"

I looked at her and her silver dollar sized nipples and said, "Depends on what you are planning on doing? If you think your gonna get some strange dick tonight the braless. You know what braless either way, it will give some of those horny bastards you work with a hard on seeing your nipples poke out. It will also get my mind to working while you are away." 

She smiled and said, "You are such a nasty minded man and there is not much I would want to fool around with from work except one and he won't be there. It would be fun teasing the rest though," giggling as she put on a pull over sweater that showed off her nipples. 

With that she grabbed her purse and was getting ready to leave. I walked her to the door and gave her a kiss good-bye and squeezed her ass through her jeans. I said, "Just remember to give the details later." I patted her on her ass and said, "Have fun." Try and get the windows fogged up."

* Her story

I arrived at the designated bar where everyone was suppose to meet at about 7 pm. I was about 8:30 and I was starting to get a little bored with the overall conversation when my pager went off. I realized it was Chuck the delivery guy. (I had fucked Chuck a couple of months earlier and hadn't told Don about it for about six weeks. I was afraid how he would react and he was upset that I took so long to tell him. Later he said he understood because it was a spur of the moment thing and this is when Chuck and I exchanged numbers).

I was still horny from my afternoon delight with hubby and thought maybe, so I got up and went to the pay phone and made the call. Chuck told me he had just gotten off work and asked who was at the party. After I told him who was there I said, "Get your shower and come on over."

He arrived about 45 minutes later and that is when the fun and games began. We sat down and really started drinking and having a good time. We we're playing touchy, feely with each other on and off all night. We started joking around about sex and we just having a lot of fun. 

At one point I was running low on cigarettes and had to go to the car and get another pack. He said he would go with me to make sure the boogieman didn't get me. I said, "Well if the boogieman has a nice fat cock, please don't bother stopping him," laughing out loud. 

When we got to the car Chuck grabbed me and kissed me, French kissing me deep with his tongue. As he pressed against me I could feel his cock getting harder through his pants. I reached down and grabbed and rubbed it through his pants, feeling is harder and harder. I said, "Well I guess the boogieman isn't the one I have to look our for huh."

I suddenly stopped and told him that we needed to get back in before everyone started to talk. Knowing he was going to be standing behind me, I opened the car door and bent over making sure he got a good view of my jean covered ass as I reached in and got what I needed. All I heard him say was, "You shouldn't do that in front of me." He grabbed me a kissed me again and then we went back into the bar. 

I was still feeling horny from when Don and I had fooled around earlier in the day. I started to remember the whispers in my ear of me wishing it was Chuck fucking me and me responding with "Yes, I wanted to fuck Chuck the way your are now."

Then I thought, "Maybe I could get lucky again tonight, maybe I could get Chuck's bone in my pussy tonight before I go home." I knew Don would love to hear about it and maybe feel Chuck's hot cum in my pussy. I also hadn't had two different dicks in me on the same day in awhile. 

It was about 15 minutes after we got back in that the party started to break up as the final co-workers left. The only ones left were Chuck and I so we decided to have one last drink before leaving.

While we were sitting there talking, Chuck had reached up under my sweater and was playing with my tit. When I looked up the waiter was cleaning the glasses off the table. Not making any sudden moves I couldn't tell if the waiter could see what was going on. If he did, he did a good job of hiding it. 

After the waiter left we sat bull shitting back and fourth then Chuck said, "I wish I could do you on this table in front of the mirror." If there was no one around I know that is exactly what we would have done. He then took my hand and placed it on his exposed cock under the table. My eyes widened and a smile came to my face as I tried to figure out how he had fished his dick out of his pants without me noticing. When I felt it I started stroking it for a while until it was hard as a rock and white hot to the touch. I then pulled my hand away and told him to put it away and it was time to go since he had to work tomorrow. 

We started for my car when I said; "Look at the windows they are all fogged up from the rain we had earlier." 

He told me to "Get in." I got in on the drivers side and he got in on the passenger side. 

It was cold outside so I started the car. The next thing I new Chuck was in my face frenching me again and rubbing my pussy through my jeans. I reached down and rubbed his cock. Then I reached up and undid the button on his pants and slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He had moved his hand into my thong panty and was finger fucking me and rubbing my clit with his thumb. 

I thought, "I think it is time to see just how big this strange cock can get."

It was still a little soft so I bent him back in the seat a little and started to suck his cock into my mouth. I felt it start to grow in my mouth. After a few minutes I stopped sucking and sat back up in my seat. 

When I looked back over to Chuck he had lowered the back of the seat. Then reaching over he unzipped my pants and told me to slide out of them. I slid my pants and panties off and then he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, straddling him. With my legs spread like that he was trying to guide the head of his cock into my hot wet pussy. In his position he couldn't quit reach so I grabbed his cock slid it in my pussy entrance. I slowly lowered myself down on him and rotated my hips so I could feel him go in all the way. 

I started humping him up and down; I could tell he was close because of all the foreplay prior out current act. He grabbed my hips and started to drive his cock into me harder and harder. I held on to the back of his seat and then we really started to fuck each other until be both exploded in orgasm. 

I didn't move right away because he was rocking us softly until he went soft in my pussy. Then I got back on my side of the car and we got dressed. He then gave me a big hug and kiss and told me, "Be careful going home and I will talk to me later."

On the way home, I couldn't believe what had just happened. It felt great to feel kinda slutty this evening and I was still a little horny. Since I hadn't zipped my pants up, at the stoplights I would reach in and finger my clit. The more I thought about it the more I got excited about what happened. This evening was surely something different. 

Chap 3

Connie had gotten home about 1 am. When she came into the house she found me asleep on the couch. She kissed my on the forehead and said, "Don, time to get up and go into the bedroom. I have something I think you might want to hear."

Those words completely revived me contrary to my earlier evening state of grogginess wakening up from the nap. We both got naked and into bed. Connie leaned over and kissed me and I knew from the taste on her lips a cock had been there already. She reached down and grabbed my half hard cock. 

She said, "Don I have been a naughty girl tonight and want to tell you about it. While I am telling you though I want you to finger my clit and pussy while I beat you off. I want you to feel how wet my pussy is because another man's cock visited it tonight. I want to make sure your nostrils are filled with the aroma of sex."

Connie started to reveal her naughtiness from the evening as I fingered her pussy with two fingers and massaged her clit with my thumb. Slowly she stroked my cock as the story unfolded. The aroma of their sex was in the air. I brought my fingers to my nose so I could smell there combined orgasms. I couldn't take it anymore and spread her legs and mounted her as she continued. As the head of my cock snaked it way into her cunt I could tell she was enjoying not only the moment now but her earlier escaped. I started to pump faster and faster into her. 

As we were nearing our climaxes, Connie's hands reach for my as and held on. Then she swatted my ass with her hand and yelled, "That's it baby, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR HOT NASTY WIFE GOOD!" I exploded deep inside her as we both climaxed together, panting and exhausted. As she rolled on to her side I spooned up next to her and massaged her breast and we both fell asleep for the evening.



The Christmas Party



June Olsen looked at the pile of credit applications on her desk and smiled. Her fellow employees usually grumbled about the amount of paperwork that went with their jobs, but for her it was a welcome sight. Maybe, she would one day have the same attitude, but for now the 22 year old saw the work as a sign that she could handle the job for which she had been hired. Just out of college, the voluptuous redhead had landed a job in the credit department of the Bank of Los Angeles, and was still excited over her sense of pride. It made four years of marriage to a husband she adored, and a two year old son worth all the effort.

Her office was small, but it was a private office shared only with her supervisor, Kyle Richards. It was just 10 o'clock as she sorted the papers on her desk and started lining them up to be notarized. About five minutes later she heard the familiar sound of her boss' voice as he came down the hall.

"Morning Jane..., morning Dave..., morning Jim..., morning Sarah..., morning June," he called out as he passed each of the open doors. "Morning, Kyle," she responded as he entered the office.

He was a handsome man in his mid forties, graying at the temples, with a thick dark mustache. She'd been told he was gay. She didn't think he acted like it at all. To the contrary, he made her feel girlish without any sexual innuendoes, or by talking to her breasts like so many men did. When he complimented her dress or her hair, he did it without making it sound like a come on. And, he didn't play favorites. She'd even heard him compliment men on their attire.

In the two months she'd been at the company, she'd spent most of the time in training, learning what her job was and the peculiarities of the loan department. Some of the training was done in the office, but most of it was computer based. She wasn't surprised when she received an e-mail from Kyle around 9 o'clock that congratulated her on completing all her training. He had attached a file and asked her to look it over with him, as her final evaluation.

She thought nothing of it when he sat beside her and put his arm across the back of her chair as they read her file. He made a point to complement her on each item. She also pretended not to notice when he sniffed her hair several times as she read her file.

Five feet eight inches tall, June Olson had an almost perfect body, with 36B tits and a ski chute ass. She walked smoothly, with an erect graceful posture, thanks to three years as a varsity tennis player in high school. Her bright blue eyes, and a sparkling smile were the center of a very pretty, if not beautiful face. Her dark red hair was short, almost like a boy's. She was head over heels in love with Kevin, her husband of nearly four years, and she could hardly wait to be with him and her two year old son after work. Kevin had not been her first lover, she lost her virginity near the end of her sophomore year in high school. She met Brad Smith, a senior football player near the beginning of the year. During the spring semester, while she was baby-sitting, he penetrated her for the first time on the couch in the Johansen's living room. Although she didn't have an orgasm, it wasn't painful, and she didn't bleed. Brad had been probing her with his well-lubed fingers for some time. They screwed often and regularly for the rest of her sophomore year. She never had an orgasm, but it felt good enough to keep coming back for more. After Brad graduated, he left for college, and she never saw or heard from him again. Brokenhearted, she never had another date until late in her senior year. She began dating a wrestler named Phil, they went out almost every Friday. Even though they often managed to steam up his car windows, nothing happened, until their prom night. She got drunk for the first time, passed out, and woke up in a motel room. She was lying naked in bed between Phil and two other boys she recognized as wrestlers; they were all passed out, naked. She couldn't help noticing that one of them had a huge cock! She tried, but the last thing she could recall, was dancing with Phil, then nothing. She touched herself down "there" –– she was wet, and very sore. She felt dirty at the thought of what had undoubtedly happened. She dressed, took Phil's keys, and drove home in his car. She sneaked into her house, went to bed, and even though Phil called several times a day for weeks; she never spoke to him again. She very rarely ever drank alcohol after that.

On her very first day at college she met Kevin Olsen, they hit it off, and six months later they were married. Four years older than she was, and more experienced, it didn't take him long to get into her pants. He was gentle with her, and when they did it, she came for the first time in her life. She told Kevin about Brad, but never mentioned the prom, even though, by now she had recalled every embarrassing detail.

Over time she and Kyle became close friends, however they maintained a very strict formality outside their office, or whenever the door was open. They ate lunch together often, and were able to talk about anything, and usually did; she talked about losing her virginity. She even described her prom night in detail, something she had never dared whisper to anyone, not even Kevin. She looked forward to their lunches together. In fact, before long she found herself having deep feelings for Kyle. She told herself that this was foolishness; he was married, she loved her husband, and she had a child whom she also loved dearly. She dismissed her feelings as mere infatuation.

Because Christmas fell on a Monday, the annual Christmas party was held after work on the Friday before. Under the bright decorations, people drifted between the buffet and the bar, or sat in groups. The men as usual, were drab, in their suits. The women however, had stepped things up a notch, skirts were shorter, necklines lower, as if to hint at what temptations lay beneath the surface, if one cared to look.  

Kyle spent the time with the other bosses, and June chatted with a group of women. He noticed how her skirt parted, exposing her thighs and stocking tops whenever she shifted her long legs. He also observed that although he'd never seen her drink, she put away several glasses of wine, while keeping an eye on him. For the thousandth time he wondered what it would feel like to be inside her. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he could taste it. As the party ended there were hugs and kisses all around, and it seemed perfectly natural when Kyle held her tightly, and said:

"The last few months have really been great, Junie. God, I'm glad I met you."

"It's mutual," she whispered in his ear. But when he kissed her full on the mouth, and tongued her, she responded briefly, then turned her head sideways, and said softly. "No." Before letting her go, he said:

"It's pouring outside, stick around a while, I've got an umbrella." She smiled, but when he was ready to leave she was gone. Dammit, she took off, he thought as he went to get his umbrella. Kyle gulped. In the semi darkness of the office, June Olsen was sitting on his desk. Her palms were flat on the desktop, and her legs were slightly apart, so that the open slit in her skirt exposed her thighs.

With a single movement, Kyle pushed her backwards across the desk and pushed her skirt above her waist. She gasped loudly, as his tongue found her wet crotch. She moaned when he pulled her panties aside and plunged his tongue deep inside her vagina, licking the walls and savoring her juices, before moving his lips over her clit. For the briefest moment she bucked her hips wildly and ground her pussy into his face. Suddenly she he kicked her legs wildly, and sat up. "No!! please!" she sobbed quietly. "Please don't..., I can't..., I'm married!" it came out somewhere between sob and a whimper. Kyle stood by awkwardly, his mouth half open. "I thought you were my friend," she bawled, "I really love my husband, I'd never cheat on him."

Charges of sexual harassment, and attempted rape, flashed before his eyes. "Please Junie, I'm really sorry. I thought...,"

"How could you," she said, smoothing her skirt as she slid off the desk. "I thought you were really a nice guy. I really liked you..., you son of a bitch!"

"You're so God dam' beautiful, I couldn't help myself, please forgive me." He couldn't take his eyes off her lovely ass as she stormed off through the door, out into the rain, her heels clicking loudly.

"Man, I really fucked up," he said out loud, as he opened the umbrella, and stepped out into the heavy downpour. "If she reports me, I'm fucked. I could lose my job over this." He mumbled. "Not to mention what my fuckin' wife would do." Lost in a sea of dire possibilities, he walked slowly across the dark, deserted parking lot. There was only one other car in the lot. He opened the door, flopped into the front seat, and threw the folded umbrella into the back. He had just put the key in the ignition, when he heard two urgent taps on on the passenger window. He pulled the door handle,and pushed the door open. A soaking wet June Olsen, rivulets of water running down her face, jumped on to the passenger seat, and slammed the door. She was soaking wet, her makeup streaked down her face. They stared into each others eyes in the moment before the dome light faded. She reached out for him and said softly, before she kissed him: "Who the hell's kidding who."

Their mouths met roughly, and this time she sucked at his tongue hungrily. He threw his leg over the console and the gearshift, and flicked the switch that laid the back of the seats flat. He slid his left hand up along her thigh, under her skirt, reached her smooth buttocks, and pulled her toward him. No panties..., nobody was kidding anybody.

Kyle took charge, he broke the kiss and slid down until he was kneeling on the floor.

"Now I'm going to finish what I started earlier..."

As she felt Kyle's mouth on her pussy, June planted her feet on the dashboard and spread her legs wide. He slowly sucked one hairy lip then the other, then moved to her clit and stuck two fingers deep into her vagina. She let out a loud sigh, and pushed her cunt up against his hungry mouth. She bucked her hips wildly and her moans became louder and louder. He felt her tense up before she came. Breathing deeply, she ground her pussy into his face and climaxed violently. Kyle kept his tongue pressed on her clit, causing her to have several even more intense orgasms.

He undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He raised himself until he was on top of her, with his pants around his ankles. Completely unbuttoned, her skirt lay beneath her bare ass. Reaching downward, he slowly pushed his swollen cock into her slippery wetness. As he entered her fully, June pulled her knees upwards, forcing him to penetrate her completely. So completely that he hit bottom, causing her to grunt loudly. He pulled out slowly and began sliding his cock in and out with long deep strokes. Each time he bottomed against her cervix, she pressed back against him and contracted her muscles tightly around his swollen prick, with a loud "oooh!" After a minute or so his whole body went stiff, and with a series of loud "ahhh's", he felt his sperm shoot deep inside her. An instant later the walls of her pussy clamped itself around his manhood, and she convulsed with an intense orgasm. Kissing and nibbling on her neck, he collapsed on top of her as she pressed her body tightly against him. They both lay there gasping and out of breath, too tired to move. He found her mouth and kissed her deeply. She responded by wrapping her arms around him tightly, squeezing his soft dick out of her with a wet pop! They looked briefly into each other's eyes and began laughing simultaneously. They suddenly became aware of the noisy rain again.

"Get off," she said pushing him away. He pulled his pants up and rolled back over to the driver's side. She quickly sat up, buttoned her skirt and fastened her belt. He began to say something. She put her hand to his face.  "Don't say a God damn' thing! I've just ruined my marriage, and fucked up my life." She began crying softly, as she put on her shoes. "And it's all my fault!"

She opened the door quickly, and stormed off into the rainy darkness.



The Christmas Party



Everyone in the firm was looking forward to the Christmas Party. On most years, it was your typically boring office party. Bad food, an annoying disc jockey, and drunk coworkers weren't too much to peak people's interests. But this year figured to be different.

Howard Smith was a senior partner and on the fast track to having a seat on the board of directors. He worked hard, really hard, but he played a whole lot harder. Howard went through secretaries like other men went through underwear. It was well known throughout the office that when Howard "fired" a secretary he had grown tired of fucking them. After the usual hefty buy-out to avoid a discrimination suit, he'd hire the next busty young thing to walk in his office and the whole cycle would start again. His women of choice were in their late 20s, latin, busty, and fat assed.

His most recent hire was a 28 year old Puerto Rican, Angelica Martinez. Angelica was hot and she knew it. She was 5'4 with a 34E bust, wide hips and fat bubble butt. She topped off the curves with luscious olive skin, big brown eyes, and shoulder length, bleached blonde hair. Her broken english and thick accent made her even more popular with Howard. The minute she walked in the office, everyone had the same thought, "Howard's fucking the shit out of her."

The rumors proved to be correct. Howard and Angelica had been sleeping together for nearly 5 months. Howard was by no means handsome. He was in his late 50's, had graying hair, and was slightly overweight. But women didn't seem to mind his looks. Rather, they were concerned with the money he lavished them with and the false promises of career advancement.

Despite his constant infedelity, Howard had a loving wife, Aubrey. Aubrey was your typical suburban housewife. She was 54 years old and despite a matronly look, was still very attractive. She was 5'7 with shoulder length black hair that didn't have a touch of gray. Age had caught up with her and a one-time girlish figure was no where to be found. She could definitely have stood to lose 10lbs or so and was constantly looking for supportive bras to hide the droop of her 34D bust.

Aubrey was well aware of her husband's work relationships. He hadn't touched her in years. Had it not been for her children and attempting to spare them the pain of a divorce, she would have left Howard and taken him for everything he had. But Aubrey loved her children and because of that, turned a blind eye to Howard's escapades. The company Christmas Party was always a tough night for her. Every year, she was face to face with the whore her husband was banging. And every year, Aubrey would play the role of the perfect wife and kill everyone with kindness.

Well, this year would be a hell of a lot different.

Howard and Aubrey arrived fashionably late. As soon as they entered the catering hall, Aubrey couldn't help but notice her husband's newest catch. Angelica was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight black skirt that struggled to fit over her plump ass. Her tits were spilling out over the top of it and if you stared long enough, you could see the tops of her black thigh-high stockings. Aubrey was determined not to lose her cool but for the first time in her marriage, she felt her blood boiling over the thoughts of her husband with another woman.

The night proceeded according to plan. Things really started to get interesting when the dance floor opened up. As was tradition, Howard made his way out there after having a few drinks too many. He was making a complete fool of himself trying to dance. Most people were used to his antics by now so no one paid much mind. That changed when Angelica took the floor. The young secretary made a bee-line towards her boss and started to bump and grind against his crotch. Everyone began to leave their tables for a better view. There she was, in all her glory. Angelica was grinding all over her boss. Her tits were violently jiggling and more than once, looked they like would spill out of her dress. The men stood wide-eyed as they stared at her ass flopping up and down. 

Audrey did her best to stay clam but it was tough for her to do. Sure, she knew her husband fucked his secretaries. But none of them were ever so blatant about it. Most of them respected her enough to avoid Howard when she was around. But this slut! This slut had no shame. By now, the entire office was surrounding the dance floor. A few people cast a sympathetic eye towards Audrey while others mocked her and quietly snickered. It was too much to take so she quickly made her way into the ladies room, hoping to avoid further humiliation.

Audrey was powdering her nose and trying to bring her temper down when the bathroom door swung open. She couldn't believe her eyes. Strutting in were Angelica and two of the other young secretaries in the firm, Lydia and Heather. Lydia and Heather never considered themselves friends of Angelica. After all, it was hard not to be jealous of such a stunning beauty but she was fun to hang out with.

When Angelica spotted Audrey she initially thought it best to keep the peace and quietly say hello but she was feeling good about herself and thought it would be the perfect time to show off for Lydia and Heather. Angelica approached Audrey with a crass grin on her face, "Hello Mrs. Smith. I'd like to wish you a Merry Christmas."

Audrey knew there was sarcasm attached to the greeting but she didn't want to make a scene, so she responded calmly, "Thank you dear. Same to you and your family. Now if you'll excuse me, my husband's waiting."

Audrey tried to make her way from the bathroom but Angelica couldn't let the opportunity slip, "Mrs. Smith, just what is he waiting for? Is he waiting for me to get back out on the dance floor and show him what a real woman can do to that cock of his?"

Lydia and Heather couldn't believe the boldness of their friend. They instantly began to snicker and laugh out loud. Audrey was stunned. She didn't know what to do. She turned around and stared at Angelica, not knowing how to respond. Angelica went in for the kill and got right in Audrey's face, whispering in her ear, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Didn't Howie tell you that he's been getting my pussy for months now? Did he tell you it's wonderful? Sure does beat that crusty hairy thing you try to pass off as a pussy."

Audrey was about to explode and when she heard Lydia whisper, "Oh my god. She shut her the fuck up", she nearly lost it. She slapped Angelica across the face with all the strength she had. Years of frustration filled that slap and it knocked the young Latina square off her feet. Her short skirt rid all the way up her ass, exposing her black frilly thong. 

Angelica never saw it coming and was completely stunned. She sat on the floor, trying to compose herself. Lydia and Heather thought about intervening but were in shock. Audrey quickly turned to Lydia, "Stand outside the door. Tell them the bathroom's not working. I need a few minutes alone with this one." Lydia saw a strange look in the older woman's eyes and quickly complied. Heather attempted to leave as well but was stopped by Audrey, "You stay here. I need you to see this."

For the first time in her life, Angelica knew she fucked with the wrong person. But despite that, she tried to keep a brave face. She couldn't be humiliated in front of Heather. She got to her feet and charged at Audrey, yelling, "You fat slut! You're going to pay."

Normally, Audrey would be terrified at a physical altercation but she was having some sort of out of body experience. She had no fear. Everything moved so slow. She was in complete control. As Angelica charged her, she simply ducked aside and grabbed the latina's hair as she flew by. Audrey pulled with all her might as Angelica continued to talk a big game, "Let me go you fat bitch! So help me, I'm going to beat the shit out of you and then fuck your husband!" That last comment sent Audrey over the edge as she slammed Angelica to the floor by her hair. 

Angelica was whrithing on the floor. She had enough. There was no way she could fight back. She wanted to get out there with at least a little dignity and go home. Her skit had rode up past her naval. Her thong was clearly visible. Heather couldn't believe how fat her friend's ass was. Angelica's butt was like two basketball's glued together, covered in cellulite. Heather couldn't help but whisper to herself, "Oh my god. It's fucking massive."

Audrey grabbed Angelica's dress and started to pull it over head. The young secretary begged her to stop but it was no use. Angelica was soon sitting in her bra and panties, desperately trying to conceal her heaving tits with her hands. Audrey stood over her, exerting her dominance, "You are going to learn a lesson slut. You know, how much make-up do you have on? You mean you're not a natural beauty?" Audrey grabbed Angelica by the hair and dragged her into a stall. The younger woman clawed, pinched, and kicked, desperately trying to free herself but Audrey was too strong. Heather stood by, her mouth opened wide. This was way too hot for her. The way Angelica's tits and ass shook as she tried to break free was getting her quite horny. Heather unconsciously slid her skirt up and began to eagerly rub the crotch of her white panties.

Angelica was begging Audrey to stop, "Please. Please. I'll leave Howard alone. Just let me go. I'm sorry Audrey." But it was no use. Audrey slid her right up to the toilet bowl, grabbed her hair and plunged her face first into the water. Angelica's beautiful face was dunked not once, not twice, but three times. She tried her best to stop Audrey but she couldn't offer any resistance. She wasn't strong enough.

After the third time, Audrey stopped. Angelica was slumped on the floor, crying. Her hair was a mess and make-up ran down her face. Her bra was soaked and the splashes of water had caused her fat nipples to become quite hard. Audrey walked towards Angelica backing the younger woman against a wall. She looked down at the latina and sneered, "What did you say about my pussy before? What did you say it was?" Angelica was trembling and meekly said, "I'm sorry. I said it was hairy and crusty but it was joke, honest!"

As Angelica was pleading her case, Audrey was unbuttoning her black slacks and pulled them to her knees. She was wearing black "granny" panties which had rode up her fat ass crack and did nothing to contain the mess of pubic hair running up to her abdomen. Audrey put her pussy just inches away from Angelica's face and slid her panties to the side. Her disgustingly hairy bush was now visible. Angelica had never been with a woman and had no desire to be a lesbian. Audrey pushed her twat against Angelica's nose and whispered, "Now bitch, tell me just how crusty my pussy is." With that, Audrey straddled Angelica's face and drove her pussy into her face. Angelica offered a muffled cry of no but it was no use. Audrey began to grind her fat butt against the latina. Audrey wasn't gay and never even experimented with another woman. But the sexual tension of the situation wasn't lost on her. Being able to dominate the gorgeous young slut fucking her husband...it drove her wild. She began to fuck Angelica's face, driving her pussy into her mouth. Audrey began to moan and breathing picked up. Her massive tits were heaving in their white bra. She soon whispered encouragement to Angelica, "Ohhh, that's it. That's it bitch. Lick my cunt. Licky my pussy like the bitch you are." Angelica had no choice to comply. She was eagerly eating her rival's pussy for fear of suffocating. Angelica didn't realize it but she too was being turned on by the situation. She had started to rub her own pussy through the crotch of her panties and was thrusting her hips back and forth, quietly moaning. Audrey couldn't take any more. She tossed her head back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The ensuing orgasm nearly caused her to lose her balance. She called out, "Oh shit. Oh my god. Fuck yeah, eat me slut. Fuck yeah." Audrey's juices shot all over Angelica's beautiful face with a fair amount dripping down on her bra and stomach.

Angelica had been dominated. She had no fight left and didn't offer any resistance as Audrey removed her black bra. The older woman started to laugh as the latina's massive 34E tits sagged to her naval without the support of a bra, "Hahaha. Well, look at this. When you're my age slut, you'll be scraping the floor with these things." Angelica was openly sobbing but Audrey showed no mercy. She lowered her head to the woman's tits and for the first time ever, licked another woman. She tongued her nippled and licked all over Angelica's big aereolas. Audrey was so turned on that she felt her pussy juices swell up again and drip down her fat thighs. Angelica tried to resist but she couldn't. Her head fell back and she gave herself to Audrey. She pushed her chest out, stuffing more of her tit into the older woman's mouth. She was moaning now and slid her hand down to her drenched panties as she furiously rubbed her pussy.

Audrey continued to suck on Angelica's boobs for a few more moments. She considered licking the girl's pussy and completely humiliating her. But, even in her state, she couldn't fathom licking the pussy her husband had been fucking. She sat Angelica down on the toliet, taking notice of the girl's cum drenched panties, "Damn Angelica. I didn't know this turned you on. You need some help, huh? I can fix that for you." 

Audrey turned around to see Heather with her panties down by her ankles, leaned up against a sink. Heather's 34C tits were heaving in her bra and she continued to finger fuck herself. She was approaching another orgasm. She wanted to stop this whole thing but she was too turned on. Her heart was racing as Audrey approached her. Audrey began to stroke Heather's hair as she whispered in her ear, "Heather, my dear Heather. You worked for my husband last year. I haven't forgotten sweet heart. Now you either lick my pussy or you lick Angelica's." Audrey gave a quick yank on the younger girl's hair. Heather knew she had no choice. She quickly nodded, got on her hands and knees and crawled toward Angelica. She hated to do this to her but she couldn't bear to think of licking Audrey's hairy twat. Heather wasn't a lesbian but she wasn't repulsed at the thought of licking someone so beautiful as Angelica. For her part, Angelica needed release. She would have welcomed anyone's tongue. She spread her legs, allowing Heather easy access. Heather dove her mouth into Angelica's pussy, bringing her to an intense orgasm within seconds. All the while, Audrey had her cell phone recording the entire lewd act.

The ordel felt like an eternity but only last 4 minutes or so. As Audrey composed herself to return to the party, she took a snap shot of Angelica, spread eagle, covered in pussy juice, nearly passed out on the toilet with her big tits sagging low. Heather was on the floor next to her, fingering herself with one hand, and rubbing Angelica's big nipple with the other. Audrey looked at both of them begore leaving, "I'm posting the video and picture on the internet after the party. I suggest you bitches find another job."

The video and photo was indeed put on the Company website the next day. Angelica and Heather left the firm two days later. They had learned a lesson and it was passed down to all of Howard's future secretaries. The lesson read loud and clear, "Don't fuck with Audrey's husband."



The Christmas Party



You know when some animals mate the male just walks up and mounts the female no foreplay just pure fucking well this is a story about a party we went to my Husband Steve and I Barbara.

We went to a Christmas party from Steve's work last week. Steve works for City Rail in Sydney and at this party there were at least 2000 people some who Steve knew others not. I wore a knee length cocktail dress that was sheer lowish cut showing cleavage in a lift up bra with a nice g string and higher than normal gladiator shoes. I must say I scrubbed up well for an old girl. Steve had on black slacks and a nice shirt.

We mingled and talked to many of Steve's friends, drank a few nice cocktails and danced a bit. After 10 I noticed a really handsome guy about 35 yr old wearing a white shirt with blue trousers and nice black shoes. He was tall around 6' solid but muscular and had a great smile. His head was shaved and he was tanned. He walked with confidence but seemed to be alone.

I must have watched handsome guy for around 30 minutes until finally our eyes met. Something was exchanged between us at that moment a silent knowing. I excused myself from Steve and went outside into a courtyard to get some air. I must have been there for ten minutes or more till I sensed someone else near me. I turned and saw handsome guy.

Not a word was spoken between us we just looked into each others eyes until I broke the trance and looked around to see if anyone else was around. No one was out here and I noticed a dark corner of the courtyard that had a low wall between it and the main ballroom door. I reached out and took handsome guys hand and led him to the corner.

When I reached the wall I turned to face him and he just kissed me no questions asked our lips seeking each others and our tongues entwined. His hands were all over me and lust filled my senses. I could feel his lust rising between us as his hands roughly kneaded my breasts as we kissed. 

My breathing was laboured and I am sure he could smell my musk as my pussy leaked wetness for him. He pulled my dress up and his fingers found my lips between my parting thighs and he pushed my g string aside and pushed one then two fingers into my waiting cunt. 

I struggled with his belt as my first orgasm hit me and I squirted on his hand as he worked my clit. He had lowered my top with his other hand and was biting my nipples as he worked a third finger into me. Meanwhile I had his pants down and his thick cock in my hand. It felt nice about 6" but fat and hard. The pre cum leaked from the spongy head and then he lifted me higher and reached between us and grabbed his cock and guided it to my opening. He slid in in one stroke and I came again on his entry. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him so he had me in the front carry position and he drove me hard. With each savage thrust I met him with a thrust of my own.

I could feel his arse tense each time he thrust forward and I tightened my pussy around his fat cock trying to suck the cum from him. After about 5 mins he put me down still in me with his knees bent he lent me up on the wall and rammed into me like a wild animal. He fucked me good for about 10 more minutes and then he stiffened and squirted a thick load into my fiery cunt. 

We kissed tenderly and when I looked up my Husband was standing in the shadows having witnessed my debauchery. Handsome guy said the only words I heard from him then when he wished me a merry christmas I said the same and he turned and went inside and I never saw him again.

My husband Steve walked over to me and took me in his arms and from the hardness I felt I knew what had happened had really turned him on. Without a word he led me to our car and opening the rear door lay me on the back seat and then he sucked and licked handsome guys cum from my soaked pussy. I orgasmed and then he pulled out his hot hard cock and slid into me with one long stroke. He frantically fucked me until he unloaded into my box. Steve then put himself away and walked away back to the party.



The Christmas Party, and Afterwards



And so the story begins on one of the wildest nights of my life..

A Christmas party was held at a historical building, for the entire motley crew of hotel employees; food and beverage, housekeeping, front desk, sales, and maintenance. I must say I was quite stoked for said party, but had no idea what would befall later that night..

It started rather simple, we gathered, mingled, drank various alcoholic beverages, and talked of everything except work. I happened to dress up nicely after hearing some of the ladies going out in dresses and skirts. Not that I expected anything of the sort, mind you, merely to impress them with my attire, but nevertheless. The evening went on in the middle of winter in Colorado, after a most scrumptious dinner, we then had more drinks and danced to various music. My boss of the hotel, a lovely older woman, Bess, insisted on dancing with only me. Although I preferred slow-dancing, she had me join in on making moves I never knew I had to other songs I never really liked. All the same, she seemed quite charmed and taken with me. During a few of the slower songs whilst we danced, she came close to me, and I tried to refrain from pressing my growing hard-on against my boss. I didn't want to say anything so as to not promote any confusion between being personal and professional, and yet there she was, leaning against me and my rock hard cock the entire duration of the songs we danced to.

About Bess, she is a stunning woman for her age; 5'9", lovely figure, wore a gorgeous strapless black dress down to her knees, fairly short blond hair, and stunningly beautiful blue eyes. Also she is very much married to a successful husband, which was why I never instigated anything further than dancing with her as her significant other was working and could not attend the party. 

After the party was over, several of us went to the local bar at midnight to have some drinks, to keep the party going so to speak. I know I was quite hammered after six shots of Jack within an hour, and I watched Bess have two glasses of Chardonnay, along with some Jager Bombs, so she must have been equally as drunk as I. After last call, she offered me a ride home, which I humbly accepted despite my capabilities of walking home just seven blocks away. 

Thus she drove me home, rather well despite her condition, and eluded 'John Law' nicely. She looked rather exhausted upon dropping me off, so the gentleman that I was, I offered her to stay at my place to sit down and relax for a while. No further intentions from my end, yet upon looking back on it, Bess seemed to have had other plans....

We went to my little apartment, where she had to use the bathroom, while I took a bottle of alcoholic egg nog from the freezer, and began to sip on it.I sat down at a chair in the living room when Bess returned from the bathroom, she shook her little finger at me and said, "Tsk, tsk. You know better than to not provide for the lady.."

So, with a nod and a humble apology, I handed the bottle to her, where she gulped on it for five or six seconds, while I watched rather wide-eyed at her steadfastness for drinking. She then exhaled with satisfaction before sitting down at another chair across from me, a small coffee table separating us. Some time and silence passed before I began to ask her how early she had to be at work the next morning, but she leaned across the narrow table, and proceeded to stroke my thigh. She asked me, "How long has it been for you?"

"Um..Uh..Wh-What do you mean, Bess..?" I blinked and nearly tensed from her touch, dumbfounded by how her inquiry came from nowhere.

"Oh come on..You know.." she added, while her hand flattens and caresses my groin, a sultry grin across her face.

I soon came to realize what she meant, although I didn't know if she was aware of what she was asking me considering how drunk she was. All the same, I obliged her rather nervously, "Um, Almost three years now." She suddenly gasped in response before she said calmly to me with a coo,

"Oh. I'm sorry..That must have been terrible for you." She looks up to me, while stroking my now rock hard dick through my slacks, I simply gulp and nod to her,

"Uh-huh..It..It is indeed, Bess.."

Immediately, she stood from her chair and moved over to straddle me over my lap, her dress hiked up so I could see most of her thighs and I felt pressure against my cock from underneath her. She simply ground down against me, made me groan quietly as if on cue, and my eyes closed from the thrill of pleasure of my own boss as sensual as she is. I somehow murmured from within my conscience and out of my mouth, 

"But..What about...."

She cut me off with a deep and passionate kiss, and left me breathless and forgetful of what I was about to ask her, then she replied to remind me after our lips broke contact of the hot kiss,

"What my husband, and the rest of the staff don't know, won't hurt them..Right?"

I nodded once more, and thought of protesting once more while she undid the few buttons of my suit and undershirt, of how wrong this situation is...And yet, how much she wanted this..Evidently, even from my drunken state, I came to the conclusion that she's not satisfied with her husband. So, once again, like the gentleman that I was, I obliged my boss to whatever she wished, even while she leaned in to whisper huskily in my ear, 

"Mm..I can feel it against me," she emphasized her words with another grind of her hips down against mine before she resumed with, "You want it just as bad as I do, yes? I've watched you looking at me all night long, so don't deny it.."

I groaned deeply from her words along with her hot body straddled on mine while I sat on the chair. I admit that glanced toward her countless times during the course of the evening, and to have her acknowledge it and call me out on it made me more aroused for her.

My hands found their way to the back of her dress, and unzipped it slowly while my head leaned in to her cleavage. She cradled my head with her arms and I heard her coo softly while the upper part of her dress loosens, freed her breasts from confinement and allowed me to tilt in further, to kiss and suckle on her nipples. My hands then lowered themselves to grip her firm ass with a squeeze, and felt her shiver against me along with a cry of surprise against my ear,

"Ahh! Oh my. I see you need it, not just want it, don't you?"

Right then and there, I dropped all my inhibitions and mentally said to myself, 'Fuck it..', before I effortlessly stood from the chair with her in my arms and took her to the bedroom. After I entered, I gently set her down on the bed and proceeded to finish taking my shirt off where she left off. My eyes gazed down to Bess, and watched her look up to me sensually while she kicked her heels off against the bedroom wall and she proceeded to slip her dress down slowly. I gradually froze upon seeing her nude form coming into view, nice sized tits followed by a gorgeous hourglass figure of her hips. She then raised her hips to remove her dress completely, revealing her beautiful slender legs covered in pantyhose. My eyes grew wide as she briefly opened her legs to tease me, but I saw her neatly trimmed pussy dripping with arousal before she closed her legs once more and beckoned me with a finger curl while she said, "Come here..I'll take care of you.."

I took a deep breath, still not fully believing this was happening, then I leaned down to untie my shoes and took them off before unbuttoning my pants to remove those immediately afterward. Once I was done undressing, I looked to Bess while she still teased me with her arms over her breasts, her legs rubbed together, and she bit her lip lightly. My eyes trailed over the beauty on my bed as I slowly approached her, like an animal about to claim it's mate. As I got on the bed and crawled to her, she slowly opened her legs for me as I poised myself over her form while she lay on her back. All I could hear was her husky breathing and my heart pounding in a thrilling anticipation of what is to come in mere moments. I blinked once as rational thinking interrupted me, then Bess noticed and inquired softly with her hand on my cheek, "What's the matter?"

With a deep breath, I responded after a quiet sigh, "I..I don't have any condoms."

"It's okay. Just go with it," Bess reassured me with a tender smile while I felt her legs raise up to wrap them around my waist, and brought my hips down close to hers. I leaned in for another kiss while our bodies embraced and held close to one another. Our hot, aroused crotches rubbed and ground together, her wet secretions moistened the shaft of my hard member as the kiss deepened between us. Tongues danced, hot breath and saliva exchanged along with our passions.

Once I positioned myself at her entrance, our kiss broke as we gazed into each others eyes, and slowly I began to ease my cock past her folds into the tightening walls of her pussy. We both gasped simultaneously as I filled her depths with the full length of my shaft, the tip kissed her cervix and the entrance to her womb. The both of us remained still like this for a moment, her arms wrap around my neck while I held her under her shoulders. Soon I began with withdraw before moving forward again, her hips raised to meet mine. Soft moans escaped our lips as we continued the motions of our hips in a slow manner. I very much enjoyed to be inside a woman after so long, and to be making love to this woman, my boss of all people, was insane and glorious at the same time. We simply held each other, making love and moving slowly, exchanging sensual kisses every few moments. After what felt like forever, I heard Bess moan into my ear, "Mm..I want you to fuck me now.."

With a grin I gave a sharp, but full thrust inside her pussy, and added a tilt of my hips up so the base of my cock pinched her clit. She gasped in response and arched her back to me. I moved an arm underneath her lower back to keep her close to me while I move back, only to thrust harder again into her. My head leaned down and captured her left nipple with my lips. Her fingers ran through my hair after I suckled and nipped her erect aureola. The blissful look on her face was inspirational to me, obliged to give her more pleasure. I gently bit down at her nipple while my hips began to pick up the pace. Her moans grew in volume and intensity as my cock invaded her pussy with each plunge into her hot, wet depths. 

"Ohh god! So good..So big..!"

My lips couldn't resist a triumphant smirk before my head tilted to her other breast, giving her right nipple similar attention to the previous one. Bess held me tightly by her arms around my head along with her legs about my waist, and she began to squeak and cry, a foolproof sign of her inevitable orgasm. I start to pound my thick shaft into her, our groins slapped within our romantic missionary embrace from each movement of our hips.

"Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum! Like that! Yes!! Oh...!!"

She tensed underneath me and her inner walls tightened around my dick, milked it in attempt to gain my seed. With a loud cry, she shuddered in orgasm, my cock still thrusting fully into her contracting pussy. My groans became grunts as my orgasm began after hers fades into smaller, but continual orgasms.

"Oh god..! Bess, I'm about to cum soon myself..I have to pull out!"

"No! Please cum inside me..I want it! Please!" Her legs tightened around me to make sure I wasn't going anywhere, while her hot breath and her sensual pleas rang in my ears. I felt my cum boil from within my testicles as the thought of filling her up with my semen drove me wild and hot. My grip on her shoulders and lower back tightened as my cock thrusts mercilessly into her. Our sounds of passion escalated along with our movements while my orgasm drew ever closer.

"I'm cumming!"

"Give it to me! Yes! Fill me up!" With one last thrust and a deep, primal roar, I bottomed out inside her pussy. She screamed in another orgasm while I joined her, my hot fluids shoot in volleys from the tip of my cock against her cervix. The both of us shuddered while my seed filled her womb, and I saw stars for the remainder of our simultaneous orgasm. 

I soon collapsed against her when I finished bathing the insides of her pussy with my cum, and we simply held each other. I began to catch my breath while Bess moaned and cooed softly against my ear. I knew we were both satisfied while we basked in the afterglow of the romance we had just shared, despite how wrong society deemed it to be with her being married along with her as my boss. We simply didn't care of anything else at this point in time, except the two of us. Once our breathing settled, I eased off of her and we laid on our sides. I held her close to me, both of us hummed quietly in content before we drifted to sleep....

The next morning, I woke up alone. Immediately, I somehow thought last night was a dream. The Christmas party, the dancing, drinking, and Bess..There didn't seem to be any indication that she was here right off hand, but...Wait..Her scent lingered on my bed from where she slept. I smiled to myself with a chuckle and laid on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow..That was the best Christmas party.."

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Well, there it is, my first story..Let me know what you guys think of it, constructive criticism is more than welcome, along with praises, comments, and advice. If "Writer's Block" doesn't get to me too bad, I'll write some more stories indefinitely, but until then thanks for reading, and Merry Christmas to all!



The Christmas Party Announcement



Joe and Frank were discussing the current sales contract when they walked into the conference room for the employee Christmas party. The rest of the salesmen were already there and by the looks of them, had taken advantage of the free booze.

It was a small company, only 15 salesman and the president. The new secretary had not shown up yet. "Hey, where's Suzie?" asked Joe.

"Oh, she'll be along. She said she had a couple of errands to run first and she wanted to change her clothes" said Alex. "Hmm, I wonder what she is going to wear. She's been pretty conservative the short time she has been here. I bet she's got some nice tits but she does pretty good at hiding them."

Suddenly there was a hoot from someone and everyone turned to the door to see what the excitement was. In walked Suzie in a dazzling dress…well, what there was of it. You could almost hear all the cocks in the room stiffen immediately.

Suzie was a blue-eyed blond and normally was a real knock out. Tonight, well, she was fabulous. Her long hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her dress was a skimpy little tube style. It sparkled from some kind of sequins or beads. What really sparkled were her tits that were bulging out of her dress. Every man in the room checked her out from head to toe. She stood there for a moment as if to make sure she had everyone's attention. Oh, that she did.

The dress just barely covered her big tits and it stopped right below her snatch. Her long legs were gorgeous. The shoes were those "knock-me-down-and-fuck-me" types, you know, the stiletto heels that looked so good on a girl when she was on her back with her legs spread and up in the air. There was no doubt that this babe was going to be in that position real soon. She did a slow turn around so everyone could get a good look. Then she strutted over to all of us really emphasizing her sexy hips and swinging those mouth-watering tits.

John, the president of the company, walked over to here and kissed her on the lips. He then grabbed the top of her dress and ripped the thin fabric all the way down the front. As he threw the dress across the room, he said: "I have an announcement to make. You all know our dutiful, quiet little secretary, Suzie. However, you probably haven't seen her in all her wonderful splendor like this."

At that moment, Suzie knelt down in front of the president and pulled his cock out of his pants and proceeded to give that monster a thorough sucking.

"How about that for initiative, men?" said the president. "You all know how I value that. Why, the day this cunt came in for the interview, she showed it. Before I even asked any questions, she stood up and stripped completely. Then she bounced and swung these 40 DD hooters around for me."

At that moment, he interrupted her cock sucking and grabbed her by her tits and pulled her up. "Ok, cunt, show the guys what you can do with your tits."

"Hello, boys. Besides loving to do tit fucking, I like to swing these babies around. I was pretty good at twirling tit tassels when we weren't allowed to show nipples. Now that we can show everything, even cunts, why use pasties? As a matter of fact, when I worked as a stripper and a whore, after each stage performance act, we had a select group of men who I would do lap dances. At this place the patrons could touch the girls. It was great. No teasing. When I showed my tits and cunt on stage, it was guaranteed that you got the real thing backstage. That meant when I did a lap dance, it was a dance on a guy's cock. Then since my tits were bouncing around, the guys would suck on them and do some heavy duty feeling up " 

She proceeded to swing her tits in opposite directions. Pretty talented, indeed. We were all hoping she was just as skilled in fucking.

The president stepped over and grabbed her tits and sucked on them furiously. Suzie squealed with delight. When he finished, he said, "Ok, cunt, back on your knees sucking my cock." She happily resumed her position.

"Oh, and by the way, guys, at her request, Suzie will no longer answer to that name. You can call her 'hey, tits' or 'hey, cunt' or some similar name, and she will answer. But, just a word of warning…be prepared to pull out your cock because chances are, she'll be on her knees ready to do some great cock sucking."

"So, back to the initial interview with this whore. She informed me in no uncertain terms that if I hired her, it would be on the condition that she only worked bare titted. As you can imagine, I said 'Absolutely'. Who can resist a bare titted babe, especially one with BIG tits? I told her that she could be completely naked if she wanted to, just as she was right then."

"Then she said that she would get to that point. She said she was so fed up with having to wear a bra all the time that constricted her tits. And, it got in the way when she wanted to lift up her T-shirt or open her blouse to show off her tits to some man or men in an elevator, or on the bus, or while walking down the street. She said she really enjoyed getting felt up and tit sucked from men she didn't know."

"Ok, so you can be bare titted here at work. What other demands do you have?" the president asked.

"Well, I normally get quite horny several times during the day. I want to be able to fuck any guy in the building, whether he works here, is a visitor, or a delivery man. I don't want to get hit with any sexual harassment case. Is there a problem with being an easy cunt?"

"No problem at all, honey. By the way, what size are those tits?"

She said "These babies are all natural, home grown 40 DD. My tits developed early and pretty much from the very beginning, I had boys and men around me all the time feeling me up and sucking my nipples. I think maybe all the fresh air I got too helped them to look pretty healthy. I like to be bare titted a lot, in fact every opportunity I get, I strip to the waist to show these hooters off. Of course, I do have a lot of incentive to be bare titted. Bare tits attract cocks and cocks make my cunt wet and..."

The president continued: "She informed me that she had no intention of wearing panties. Here again is the easy availability of her cunt to whoever and whenever. This slut sounded too good to be true so I hired her on the spot. I had her type her own contract and I might point out to all you men that we have it in writing and signed that she insists at all times to being bare titted, available to fuck anyone for as long and as many times as needed, and to be guaranteed cock to suck whenever she wants."

"Well, men, I'd say we drove a pretty hard bargain but we've got ourselves a hot, tight, very easy cunt. However, I didn't want her starting right away under those conditions. I wanted her to pass some executive tests in order to get her a higher rating and consequently higher pay." I've added a new position in this company specifically for her. She is now the official Corporate Cunt and she has successfully passed the required sucking and fucking one-on-one training with flying colors. She will not only service all of us but also any clients who need special treatment."

"Now it is time for the next phase which is some big time, gang bang fucking and sucking from all of you. She needs to get that cunt of hers well used and those succulent tits sucked and played with. I have a feeling that she has already been well used by hundreds of men…"

The cunt stopped sucking and said "Well used by hundreds of men…no way. I passed that long ago. Try THOUSANDS of men who have fucked me. But, unfortunately, not at all one time. Now I need to work on gang bangs of at least 25 at a time and get my endurance up to be able to handle at least 50 at a time. Of course 100 seems like a pretty good number to shoot for later. I hope you plan to video tape these Corporate Cunt Training Sessions." Then she greedily resumed her cock sucking at which time the president grabbed her by her hair and pumped his full load down her throat. She got it all except one little dribble which she promptly licked off her lips.

"Thanks, cunt. You were great." said the president. Now for the fun part. By this time, all the men had their clothes off and their cocks were at full attention and ready for action.

"So, gentlemen, pick up your drinks and let's toast the coming holiday season and the upcoming new year that promises to be tremendous. Our new Corporate Cunt is going to make it to the top not only on her back but also on her knees."

"To the cunt!" someone yelled. Then another yelled it and then another. Even the cunt was yelling it. "To the cunt...To the cunt...To the cunt!"

"Now then, without further delay, I present to you our new Corporate Cunt to begin her gang bang training immediately."

A great round of applause and cheers and hoots were heard not only from all the men but from the new Corporate Cunt as well. She jumped up and down letting her big 40 DD tits bounce and swing and go with the flow. This was going to be the best job this cunt has ever had and she is going to love every minute of it being on her knees and back. 

Next: Corporate Cunt Training begins...