Husbands View
I'd had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in. As an office manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and yet still subordinate to the accountants. It's a rather difficult line to walk and it's always easier if everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they like to party at the end of the day. Being 42 years old and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette...I preferred to go home in the evening.
We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife's birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When the gaggle of guys and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, "We always have a ******* at the 'Poison Apple' after work...why don't you two join us before heading off to dinner?" Fool that I was, I said "How 'bout it, Linda?", in a way that made it clear she should say yes.
"OK...But just one *******, we have reservations in a little over an hour." She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be 'one of the guys'. Besides, one ******* couldn't hurt.
As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, "I've got plans for you, Mister, so don't waste my evening at this bar." I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something. Her little dress didn't hide much.
The "Poison Apple" is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it's rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped 'U' shaped booth. To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table "since it's her birthday". The head of the table, was the center of the "U". I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.
The bar tender was slow in getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living...a receptionist at a dentist's office. What were her hobbies...blah, blah, blah... The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously was starting to like all of the attention.
As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed at the 'foot' of the table for me. So everyone was sitting in the booth but me...which was understandable, since I had been off getting drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her "any tattoos?" The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.
Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps. As she headed for the rest room. Conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc... I started talking with Tom, to my right. "During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we'll go to Big Al's". I'd heard of the strip club but had never been there. "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...", Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, "Not often you see a girl, wearing' a garter belt... much less slide her ass across your lap".
The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned. She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the table. She seemed surprised, but didn't make any comment. She just quickly took a ******* from her glass. The guys at the other end of the table resumed their conversation with her. I couldn't make out the conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking with Tom.
Tom was telling me all about Big Al's. I was looking forward to a Friday office meeting...so I could tag along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready to go. The conversation at the other end of the table was a little quieter now...so they must have stopped teasing her. She seemed to be relaxing because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren't even open at one point. Her ******* must be getting to her, I suspected. I decided to let her enjoy it...since it was her birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her...she jumped a little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled sheepishly and drank down the rest of her gin and tonic. I smiled at her...she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay for the next round. I said, "It's up to Linda...we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another *******." Linda sheepishly said, "Sure" and everyone at her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, "my turn."
Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats. So it took me a while to get the right ******* to the right person. I sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in the same seat...although he kept looking down at the other end of the table).
Linda was relaxing again...leaning back in her seat and seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point. Linda closed her eyes again...as though she was trying to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were having. He also gestured under the table...aparently in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly...aparently exasperated with their conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes and took a deep *******.
Tom was telling me about some of the group's wild evenings at the strip club. A little later when I looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her plate with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it...and it seemed to take quite a while. The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her...aparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts. Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her plate again and different guys were sitting next to her. I couldn't tell for sure, because it was dim, but it looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. "Let them have their fun" I thought. Just looking isn't going to hurt anybody, I thought.
I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the next round. I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low chuckles around the table. I went off to get the drinks and notice that Linda had apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with both of them...because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under the table...probably shaking a finger at them both. It must have been good humored fun, because the guys didn't seem offended by her scolding.
The bar-tender took his time and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head in Marcus's lap. It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking around, because her head was moving around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks. On my second trip she was still looking, but when I returned with the last trip...she must have found it. She was sitting upright... touching-up her lipstick.
I sat down to enjoy my ******* and Linda excused herself to the Ladies' Room. They guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.
I didn't even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her plate with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and about three minutes later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her elbows. When I looked up, she grabbed her plate and sat back quickly. Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must have made Tom spill his ******* on himself, because his chin was all wet.
Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.
A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone the several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn't surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was dark in the club, but for her to face him like that... it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling his lap...she looked over her shoulder and smiled to me...so I knew that everything must be OK.
Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.
When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment. Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next round. Linda said, "We've missed our reservations by now... so we might as well." Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of attention.
Once again, the bartender took his time. When I finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by unbuttoning more of her buttons and undo-ing the front clasped bra. Linda's eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of orgasm. I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife's nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one. Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at everyone...I delivered the drinks and went back for the second and third trips.
When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and down...so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that I knew what was going on...she would close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys from my office. She didn't even offer to touch me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.
Since that day, she is a regular at office functions. The first night that I went to Big Al's strip club, my wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She even sucked me off that night. While she was giving blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.
The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I'm working. She does it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what is going on.
Wife's View
I've lead a pretty normal life as a receptionist at a dentist's office, but that all changed on my 33rd Birthday.
I was supposed to pick my husband up after dinner and had plans to take him to a fancy restaurant and seduce him when we got home. I was wearing a new red dress that I just knew would knock him out. He keeps on telling me to show myself off more and not dress like an old maid. Well... this dress showed off. It was so short that I had to keep reminding myself not to bend over and to keep my knees in tight while walking or it would ride-up and show off the garter belt and tiny pink panties that I was wearing.
I was waiting in the lobby at my husband's office when he and his coworkers arrived all at once. A couple of the guys whistled when they saw me... all of them were staring. I hadn't counted on this... I thought it would just be Vic (my husband). To make matters worse they invited us out for a ******* and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told them "OK... but just for one *******."
We walked over to this little bar a couple of blocks away. I kept having to pull down on the hem of my dress to keep it from sliding up as I walked. When we finally got to the bar, they sat me in the middle of a big 'U' shaped booth, the head of the table... 'since it was my birthday'. Vic took everyone's order and went to the bar for what seemed like a long time. While he was gone all the attention at the table was on me. The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what I did, what my interests were... It was all very flattering. Many of the guys were leering the tight top of my dress. The dress buttoned clear up to my neck, but it was tight on top and the buttons were a little strained at the bust. It was intended to get my husband's attention at dinner, and it was obviously getting the attention of these guys.
After a while some of the conversation and questions got a little personal. Just as my husband got back with his third trip from the bar (it took three trips for him to bring all the drinks), one of they guys asked me if I had any tattoos. Everyone laughed and I didn't dignify it with a response, but I wasn't offended either. All of this attention was nice for a change and they were obviously being good natured about it.
I excused my self to freshen up in the lady's room. That's when the first unusual event of the evening occurred. Instead of the three guy's to my left getting out of the booth, they slid me over their laps, handing me down the line. I was taken by surprise. Two of the guys were lifting me more by my behind than by my waist and I had to wonder if they were just trying to cop-a-feel. I just went to the wash room and let it go. I had to admit it kinda felt good being man handled by strong, young strangers, but I was going to have to make sure we were out of there in time for dinner reservations.
When I got back to the table, I decided to try the other side of the table and see if they were more gentlemanly. On the contrary, the guy at the end seat immediately grabbed my by the waist and passed me down the line again. This time they were overt about touching my ass and each guy tugged the hem of my dress a little higher until I was sat in my place with the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist. My garters and panties were completely exposed to the guys in the booth and only the table blocked the view from the rest of the bar. I quickly pulled my dress back down. But all of the guys in the booth had grins and smirks on their faces. I shot a glance to my husband, but Vic clearly hadn't noticed. Rather than make a big scene, I just let it go.
The guys next to me acted like nothing had happened and went on with the same conversation we had been having before. They would alternate between completely normal conversation and little teases that were not really appropriate, but not offensive enough to get angry about. For example, Jack, the guy on my right, said "That's a very cute dress, where did you pick it up?" I told him and the guy on my left, Marcus, followed up with "one with a higher hem would have looked better on you." Everyone would smile and chuckle after such a comment... so it was hard to get mad. I just giggled when they teased me.
The booth was a tight squeeze and there was a table leg between my feet. Consequently the guys on either side of me were pressed up against me an my legs were spread a little. I notice as the conversation went on that as their legs brushed up against me, it would cause my dress to ride a little higher. After a short while it was clear that this was deliberate. When I caught on, they both teased me and said. "We were wondering when you would notice. [Smirk] Jack and I made a bet while you were gone about the color of your panties." Normally I would have slapped a stranger that said such a thing to me. But my ******* was getting to me, I was already turned on by all of the attention the guys were showing me and Marcus was such a smooth talker and a good looking guy. I was tempted to see where this would lead. "That's why were were trying to get the hem of you dress up... so we could settle the bet."
I was surprised to find myself saying. "Oh? What colors did you bet on?".
Marcus replied, "I bet they were black and Jack said that they were red... like your dress."
"You're both wrong", I said with a smirk. "They're pink." I looked across the long table to see that my husband was engrossed in a conversation with a guy named Tom and probably couldn't hear a word we were saying. In fact, in the dark lighting, he probably could barely see me.
Our end of the table had suddenly gone quiet, although everyone was snickering. Marcus leaned in to me smirking and said. "How are we to be sure that you are telling us the truth."
"I'll show you!" I demanded. I assure you, dear reader, that I was the most surprised person in that booth when those words came out of my mouth... but now that I had said them... I had to follow through. the four guys at my end of the table all craned their heads in to watch as I slowly pulled the hem of my dress up exposing my panties... legs spread by the table leg between my feet. To make matters worse, my garter belt was under the panties and pulled the panties tight as I leaned back to show them. Four guys watched as the damp crease of my pussy was outlined by my little, silk, pink panties. That moment was like electricity... it only lasted about a second, but it was an incredible turn-on to be lusted after by all of these handsome, young, successful men. As I pulled the hem of my dress down, Marcus, the smooth talking guy, whispered in my ear, "I also bet Jake that you'd let me finger-fuck you while he watched... you wouldn't want me to lose that bet too would you."
The ******* was getting to me, and I was horny so I just let go and said, "No... I wouldn't want you to lose that bet too."
He and Jake leaned in and lifted the hem of my dress again. Jake held it up, while Marcus took his sweet time, dragging his finger tips lightly over my panties before gently pulling them to one side. Then he slipped his finger into my wet slit and gently fingered me. He was so gentle with his hands that he really didn't finger-fuck me. Rather, it felt as if he were making love to me with that finger. I was completely at his will. I sat back in my chair, breathed deeply and closed my eyes. After what seemed like an eternity... I remembered that my husband was sitting about ten feet away from me. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing and saw that he was staring right at me. I jumped a little and pushed Marcus to one side. I reached for my ******* and swallowed the rest of it down.
Rather than yelling at me, my husband simply smiled at me. When Marcus offered to pay for another round, he asked me if we should stay. I couldn't leave right then, because my dress was around my waist and my panties were to one side (Thank God for the table that was blocking Vic's view). I just tried to act as natural as possible and said, "Sure". Everyone laughed. They thought that I was a slut sticking around for more... the more I think back on it... they were probably right.
When my husband went to the bar for the drinks, all inhibitions were gone. Jake said, "its my turn" and all six of the other guys at the table watched as Jake finger-fucked me. He held me around the waist with one hand and literally fucked me with the other. The guy on the other side of Jake reached over an pulled on one of my knees and Marcus took my other leg and pulled it over his lap... so my legs were spread wide open. Bill, a stocky, dignified looking, black accountant reached over an fondled my breasts through my dress. I was such a slut and I couldn't believe how much it turned me on.
I took Vic a while at the bar, and the guys were literally tag-teaming me. They were taking turns fingering me and feeling me up. I remember panting to them, "just don't let Vic see me like this." They all just laughed. "No... don't let him catch us." So they all sat down and kept it behind the table. Oddly, they wouldn't even stop fingering me when he came to deliver drinks... they were just more discrete, blocking Vic's view.
After Vic finished delivering drinks, I thought things would cool-off. Not so. A guy named Jim was fingering under the table and whispering to me that before the night was out, I'd be "sucking his cock like a lollipop". I was nearing my first orgasm so I leaned back, closed my eyes and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. Another guy on the other side of me, leaned-in and played with my clit. That was all I could take. I felt dirty, sluttly and ashamed, but it was one of the best orgasms of my life. I gasped loudly and sat forward and took a *******.
My stupid husband didn't even notice that two guys were fingering me to orgasm about ten feet away from him. I didn't really want him to catch me, but I was starting not to care anymore... so I decided to be more daring. Other than my husband, I was the center of everyone's attention. I leaned over the table and acted like I was filling my plate with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. They guys behind me went nuts. They ran their hands all over my ass and legs and someone was even fingering my ass. My whole crotch and ass was drenched with my juices. I sat down when my plate was full and everyone ate off of my plate so that I would stand up again.
A little later Vic went the the rest room and I was mauled by they guys again. They undid the top buttons of my dress and some of them were reaching into it to touch my breasts. While Vic was away one of the guys knelt between my legs and ate me. These guys were out of control and I didn't even want to stop them.
Jim bought another round, just to get rid of Vic for a while longer. Jim insisted that I return the favor, so I unzipped his pants and started jacking him off. I was like a puppet. The guy on the other side of me unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick and put my other hand on it. So there I was, jacking off two guys behind the table while Vic trotted off to get more drinks. After they both came all over my hands, Marcus ****** his way back to my side and said, "you've been having most of the fun and I got this started for you, so I think it's only fair that you should return the favor to me."
"What do you have in mind? ", I asked.
"I told Tom, they guy your husband is talking too that he could eat you out if he would tell your husband that you lost your earring under the table." Marcus chuckled, "If your husband sees you while your sucking my dick, he'll just think that you're looking for your earring."
I really didn't need to be *******. I had been craving dick ever since these guys laid their hands on me. Without protest, I went down on Marcus. Even when my husband was delivering drinks, I was sucking Marcus' dick. I didn't care anymore. I straddled Bill, the stocky, black accountant and fucked him with my husband just ten feet away. I even looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as Bill's thick pecker filled me up. My dumb-ass husband was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn't even notice that I was screwing his co-worker.
It wasn't until I was leaning over the table, being eaten from behind, while guys were opening my dress and pulling my tits out that Vic finally caught-on. Even then, he just watched. I rounded out the evening by sucking off all of his co-workers while he sat, right next to me and watched. He was mesmerized. I think he liked it best when they were cuming down my throat. I would milk their dicks slowly with my hand and take deep swallows as they came.
Since that day, I've lived a sexually liberated lifestyle. I'm a normal everyday receptionist. But over lunch-break... I'll stop by my husband's office and get fucked silly. Everyone knows what is going on. Even the senior partners have fucked me. One time Marcus dictated a letter to his secretary while I was sucking his dick. She was flabbergasted. But on a later visit. Marcus fucked her while she ate me out. That was my first time with a woman.
I'd had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in. As an office manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and yet still subordinate to the accountants. It's a rather difficult line to walk and it's always easier if everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they like to party at the end of the day. Being 42 years old and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette...I preferred to go home in the evening.
We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife's birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When the gaggle of guys and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, "We always have a ******* at the 'Poison Apple' after work...why don't you two join us before heading off to dinner?" Fool that I was, I said "How 'bout it, Linda?", in a way that made it clear she should say yes.
"OK...But just one *******, we have reservations in a little over an hour." She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be 'one of the guys'. Besides, one ******* couldn't hurt.
As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, "I've got plans for you, Mister, so don't waste my evening at this bar." I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something. Her little dress didn't hide much.
The "Poison Apple" is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it's rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped 'U' shaped booth. To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table "since it's her birthday". The head of the table, was the center of the "U". I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.
The bar tender was slow in getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living...a receptionist at a dentist's office. What were her hobbies...blah, blah, blah... The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously was starting to like all of the attention.
As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed at the 'foot' of the table for me. So everyone was sitting in the booth but me...which was understandable, since I had been off getting drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her "any tattoos?" The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.
Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps. As she headed for the rest room. Conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc... I started talking with Tom, to my right. "During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we'll go to Big Al's". I'd heard of the strip club but had never been there. "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...", Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, "Not often you see a girl, wearing' a garter belt... much less slide her ass across your lap".
The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned. She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the table. She seemed surprised, but didn't make any comment. She just quickly took a ******* from her glass. The guys at the other end of the table resumed their conversation with her. I couldn't make out the conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking with Tom.
Tom was telling me all about Big Al's. I was looking forward to a Friday office meeting...so I could tag along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready to go. The conversation at the other end of the table was a little quieter now...so they must have stopped teasing her. She seemed to be relaxing because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren't even open at one point. Her ******* must be getting to her, I suspected. I decided to let her enjoy it...since it was her birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her...she jumped a little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled sheepishly and drank down the rest of her gin and tonic. I smiled at her...she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay for the next round. I said, "It's up to Linda...we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another *******." Linda sheepishly said, "Sure" and everyone at her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, "my turn."
Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats. So it took me a while to get the right ******* to the right person. I sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in the same seat...although he kept looking down at the other end of the table).
Linda was relaxing again...leaning back in her seat and seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point. Linda closed her eyes again...as though she was trying to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were having. He also gestured under the table...aparently in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly...aparently exasperated with their conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes and took a deep *******.
Tom was telling me about some of the group's wild evenings at the strip club. A little later when I looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her plate with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it...and it seemed to take quite a while. The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her...aparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts. Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her plate again and different guys were sitting next to her. I couldn't tell for sure, because it was dim, but it looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. "Let them have their fun" I thought. Just looking isn't going to hurt anybody, I thought.
I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the next round. I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low chuckles around the table. I went off to get the drinks and notice that Linda had apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with both of them...because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under the table...probably shaking a finger at them both. It must have been good humored fun, because the guys didn't seem offended by her scolding.
The bar-tender took his time and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head in Marcus's lap. It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking around, because her head was moving around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks. On my second trip she was still looking, but when I returned with the last trip...she must have found it. She was sitting upright... touching-up her lipstick.
I sat down to enjoy my ******* and Linda excused herself to the Ladies' Room. They guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.
I didn't even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her plate with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and about three minutes later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her elbows. When I looked up, she grabbed her plate and sat back quickly. Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must have made Tom spill his ******* on himself, because his chin was all wet.
Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.
A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone the several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn't surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was dark in the club, but for her to face him like that... it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling his lap...she looked over her shoulder and smiled to me...so I knew that everything must be OK.
Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.
When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment. Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next round. Linda said, "We've missed our reservations by now... so we might as well." Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of attention.
Once again, the bartender took his time. When I finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by unbuttoning more of her buttons and undo-ing the front clasped bra. Linda's eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of orgasm. I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife's nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one. Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at everyone...I delivered the drinks and went back for the second and third trips.
When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and down...so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that I knew what was going on...she would close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys from my office. She didn't even offer to touch me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.
Since that day, she is a regular at office functions. The first night that I went to Big Al's strip club, my wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She even sucked me off that night. While she was giving blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.
The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I'm working. She does it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what is going on.
Wife's View
I've lead a pretty normal life as a receptionist at a dentist's office, but that all changed on my 33rd Birthday.
I was supposed to pick my husband up after dinner and had plans to take him to a fancy restaurant and seduce him when we got home. I was wearing a new red dress that I just knew would knock him out. He keeps on telling me to show myself off more and not dress like an old maid. Well... this dress showed off. It was so short that I had to keep reminding myself not to bend over and to keep my knees in tight while walking or it would ride-up and show off the garter belt and tiny pink panties that I was wearing.
I was waiting in the lobby at my husband's office when he and his coworkers arrived all at once. A couple of the guys whistled when they saw me... all of them were staring. I hadn't counted on this... I thought it would just be Vic (my husband). To make matters worse they invited us out for a ******* and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told them "OK... but just for one *******."
We walked over to this little bar a couple of blocks away. I kept having to pull down on the hem of my dress to keep it from sliding up as I walked. When we finally got to the bar, they sat me in the middle of a big 'U' shaped booth, the head of the table... 'since it was my birthday'. Vic took everyone's order and went to the bar for what seemed like a long time. While he was gone all the attention at the table was on me. The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what I did, what my interests were... It was all very flattering. Many of the guys were leering the tight top of my dress. The dress buttoned clear up to my neck, but it was tight on top and the buttons were a little strained at the bust. It was intended to get my husband's attention at dinner, and it was obviously getting the attention of these guys.
After a while some of the conversation and questions got a little personal. Just as my husband got back with his third trip from the bar (it took three trips for him to bring all the drinks), one of they guys asked me if I had any tattoos. Everyone laughed and I didn't dignify it with a response, but I wasn't offended either. All of this attention was nice for a change and they were obviously being good natured about it.
I excused my self to freshen up in the lady's room. That's when the first unusual event of the evening occurred. Instead of the three guy's to my left getting out of the booth, they slid me over their laps, handing me down the line. I was taken by surprise. Two of the guys were lifting me more by my behind than by my waist and I had to wonder if they were just trying to cop-a-feel. I just went to the wash room and let it go. I had to admit it kinda felt good being man handled by strong, young strangers, but I was going to have to make sure we were out of there in time for dinner reservations.
When I got back to the table, I decided to try the other side of the table and see if they were more gentlemanly. On the contrary, the guy at the end seat immediately grabbed my by the waist and passed me down the line again. This time they were overt about touching my ass and each guy tugged the hem of my dress a little higher until I was sat in my place with the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist. My garters and panties were completely exposed to the guys in the booth and only the table blocked the view from the rest of the bar. I quickly pulled my dress back down. But all of the guys in the booth had grins and smirks on their faces. I shot a glance to my husband, but Vic clearly hadn't noticed. Rather than make a big scene, I just let it go.
The guys next to me acted like nothing had happened and went on with the same conversation we had been having before. They would alternate between completely normal conversation and little teases that were not really appropriate, but not offensive enough to get angry about. For example, Jack, the guy on my right, said "That's a very cute dress, where did you pick it up?" I told him and the guy on my left, Marcus, followed up with "one with a higher hem would have looked better on you." Everyone would smile and chuckle after such a comment... so it was hard to get mad. I just giggled when they teased me.
The booth was a tight squeeze and there was a table leg between my feet. Consequently the guys on either side of me were pressed up against me an my legs were spread a little. I notice as the conversation went on that as their legs brushed up against me, it would cause my dress to ride a little higher. After a short while it was clear that this was deliberate. When I caught on, they both teased me and said. "We were wondering when you would notice. [Smirk] Jack and I made a bet while you were gone about the color of your panties." Normally I would have slapped a stranger that said such a thing to me. But my ******* was getting to me, I was already turned on by all of the attention the guys were showing me and Marcus was such a smooth talker and a good looking guy. I was tempted to see where this would lead. "That's why were were trying to get the hem of you dress up... so we could settle the bet."
I was surprised to find myself saying. "Oh? What colors did you bet on?".
Marcus replied, "I bet they were black and Jack said that they were red... like your dress."
"You're both wrong", I said with a smirk. "They're pink." I looked across the long table to see that my husband was engrossed in a conversation with a guy named Tom and probably couldn't hear a word we were saying. In fact, in the dark lighting, he probably could barely see me.
Our end of the table had suddenly gone quiet, although everyone was snickering. Marcus leaned in to me smirking and said. "How are we to be sure that you are telling us the truth."
"I'll show you!" I demanded. I assure you, dear reader, that I was the most surprised person in that booth when those words came out of my mouth... but now that I had said them... I had to follow through. the four guys at my end of the table all craned their heads in to watch as I slowly pulled the hem of my dress up exposing my panties... legs spread by the table leg between my feet. To make matters worse, my garter belt was under the panties and pulled the panties tight as I leaned back to show them. Four guys watched as the damp crease of my pussy was outlined by my little, silk, pink panties. That moment was like electricity... it only lasted about a second, but it was an incredible turn-on to be lusted after by all of these handsome, young, successful men. As I pulled the hem of my dress down, Marcus, the smooth talking guy, whispered in my ear, "I also bet Jake that you'd let me finger-fuck you while he watched... you wouldn't want me to lose that bet too would you."
The ******* was getting to me, and I was horny so I just let go and said, "No... I wouldn't want you to lose that bet too."
He and Jake leaned in and lifted the hem of my dress again. Jake held it up, while Marcus took his sweet time, dragging his finger tips lightly over my panties before gently pulling them to one side. Then he slipped his finger into my wet slit and gently fingered me. He was so gentle with his hands that he really didn't finger-fuck me. Rather, it felt as if he were making love to me with that finger. I was completely at his will. I sat back in my chair, breathed deeply and closed my eyes. After what seemed like an eternity... I remembered that my husband was sitting about ten feet away from me. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing and saw that he was staring right at me. I jumped a little and pushed Marcus to one side. I reached for my ******* and swallowed the rest of it down.
Rather than yelling at me, my husband simply smiled at me. When Marcus offered to pay for another round, he asked me if we should stay. I couldn't leave right then, because my dress was around my waist and my panties were to one side (Thank God for the table that was blocking Vic's view). I just tried to act as natural as possible and said, "Sure". Everyone laughed. They thought that I was a slut sticking around for more... the more I think back on it... they were probably right.
When my husband went to the bar for the drinks, all inhibitions were gone. Jake said, "its my turn" and all six of the other guys at the table watched as Jake finger-fucked me. He held me around the waist with one hand and literally fucked me with the other. The guy on the other side of Jake reached over an pulled on one of my knees and Marcus took my other leg and pulled it over his lap... so my legs were spread wide open. Bill, a stocky, dignified looking, black accountant reached over an fondled my breasts through my dress. I was such a slut and I couldn't believe how much it turned me on.
I took Vic a while at the bar, and the guys were literally tag-teaming me. They were taking turns fingering me and feeling me up. I remember panting to them, "just don't let Vic see me like this." They all just laughed. "No... don't let him catch us." So they all sat down and kept it behind the table. Oddly, they wouldn't even stop fingering me when he came to deliver drinks... they were just more discrete, blocking Vic's view.
After Vic finished delivering drinks, I thought things would cool-off. Not so. A guy named Jim was fingering under the table and whispering to me that before the night was out, I'd be "sucking his cock like a lollipop". I was nearing my first orgasm so I leaned back, closed my eyes and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. Another guy on the other side of me, leaned-in and played with my clit. That was all I could take. I felt dirty, sluttly and ashamed, but it was one of the best orgasms of my life. I gasped loudly and sat forward and took a *******.
My stupid husband didn't even notice that two guys were fingering me to orgasm about ten feet away from him. I didn't really want him to catch me, but I was starting not to care anymore... so I decided to be more daring. Other than my husband, I was the center of everyone's attention. I leaned over the table and acted like I was filling my plate with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. They guys behind me went nuts. They ran their hands all over my ass and legs and someone was even fingering my ass. My whole crotch and ass was drenched with my juices. I sat down when my plate was full and everyone ate off of my plate so that I would stand up again.
A little later Vic went the the rest room and I was mauled by they guys again. They undid the top buttons of my dress and some of them were reaching into it to touch my breasts. While Vic was away one of the guys knelt between my legs and ate me. These guys were out of control and I didn't even want to stop them.
Jim bought another round, just to get rid of Vic for a while longer. Jim insisted that I return the favor, so I unzipped his pants and started jacking him off. I was like a puppet. The guy on the other side of me unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick and put my other hand on it. So there I was, jacking off two guys behind the table while Vic trotted off to get more drinks. After they both came all over my hands, Marcus ****** his way back to my side and said, "you've been having most of the fun and I got this started for you, so I think it's only fair that you should return the favor to me."
"What do you have in mind? ", I asked.
"I told Tom, they guy your husband is talking too that he could eat you out if he would tell your husband that you lost your earring under the table." Marcus chuckled, "If your husband sees you while your sucking my dick, he'll just think that you're looking for your earring."
I really didn't need to be *******. I had been craving dick ever since these guys laid their hands on me. Without protest, I went down on Marcus. Even when my husband was delivering drinks, I was sucking Marcus' dick. I didn't care anymore. I straddled Bill, the stocky, black accountant and fucked him with my husband just ten feet away. I even looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as Bill's thick pecker filled me up. My dumb-ass husband was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn't even notice that I was screwing his co-worker.
It wasn't until I was leaning over the table, being eaten from behind, while guys were opening my dress and pulling my tits out that Vic finally caught-on. Even then, he just watched. I rounded out the evening by sucking off all of his co-workers while he sat, right next to me and watched. He was mesmerized. I think he liked it best when they were cuming down my throat. I would milk their dicks slowly with my hand and take deep swallows as they came.
Since that day, I've lived a sexually liberated lifestyle. I'm a normal everyday receptionist. But over lunch-break... I'll stop by my husband's office and get fucked silly. Everyone knows what is going on. Even the senior partners have fucked me. One time Marcus dictated a letter to his secretary while I was sucking his dick. She was flabbergasted. But on a later visit. Marcus fucked her while she ate me out. That was my first time with a woman.
