December 13th, 2019. I'd been married barely two years and, since it was pre-covid, big office Christmas parties were a thing. The parties for my work and my husbands were scheduled on the same day, but mine was to be a smaller, shorter affair due to a lot of our staff being remote or offsite. The plan was to enjoy mine, then head over to his, which was much larger and more over the top.
I enjoyed mine, a small yankee swap and some homemade refreshments, plus the bonuses were given out. Then I changed into a dress and drove to my husband's office. It was cold and rainy, and I remember that earlier in the week there were concerns about it possibly snowing or just freezing overnight, but that never materialized. His company had offices on 3 floors in their building, plus the building had a huge conference/banquet hall a few floors down from the offices they were using for the party. I took the elevator up to the floor with the banquet hall, and immediately, upon exiting the elevator, ran into one of my husband's bosses (we'll call him Mr. Black). I had met him twice before at other functions and introduced myself again, as I didn't expect him to keep all the spouses/partners straight, and he brightened, welcomed me and wished me a merry christmas, and told me that they had already moved all the hospitality up to the offices for safe keeping, but he'd take me up there to drop off my coat and pick out my gift basket.
I didn't see my husband right away but figured I'd just be a minute, so I didn't text him that I had arrived, and got back in the elevator with Mr. Black, who took us up a number of floors to the companies floors. He was chatty, asking me about our holiday plans, my work, etc. He wasn't my husband's direct boss, but his group and my husband's group worked together quite a bit. He led me down a hallway and then unlocked and opened a conference room. Inside, along with the regular conference room stuff, was a number of rolling coat racks and a few tables on dolleys with gift bags. He took my coat from me and invited me to select a gift bag, telling me what the themes were divided by the bag's color (Blue is pampering for women, red is men's outdoors, etc).
I didn't hear him come up behind me from hanging my coat, suddenly I felt him very close behind me. I had changed into a strappy, low cut red dress that was very flattering to my figure, and before I knew it he was pressed up against me, I could feel his crotch against the small of my back, pushing into me while his hands snaked around and grabbed my breasts, cupping, squeezing and pulled me into him.
I panicked, I knew it wasn't right and should scream or fight or run, but another part of me froze. If I stay still, maybe this will go away. I didn't want to hurt my husband's employment, I didn't want to get hurt if he tried to stop me from resisting. I only had one drink at my party, maybe 2 hours before.
So I ended up standing still and letting him grope me, and because I didn't resist, what might have been a little tentative at first quickly got a lot more assertive. He started to nibble and lick my neck and ear, breathing hot and heavy and he pulled the front of my dress down, giving his full access to my breasts, which he continued to play with, squeezing, cupping, and pinching and pulling on the nipples. The contact is making me moan and breath heavy a little, which only encourages him, and I can feel myself getting wet and him growing hard into my back.
After what feels like an hour, one hand wanders down my stomach and lifts my dress up, pulling it up past my stomach then plunges into my underwear, spearing a finger into me, then two. He is pulling against me, lifting me onto my toes as he attempts to raise me up to grind against more of my ass. At some point, he took his hand away from my breasts, and suddenly he's pushing me to bend over, I hear the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and his fingers are holding me open as he's trying to maneuver his dick into me. And then, after a slide or two along my lips, his free hand grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back up and he goes in. Deep and steady, his first few thrusts have me off balance and his hold on my hair is the only thing keeping me up. He lets me adjust my legs but doesn't give me an inch, I'm still on my toes and his hand in my hair. I can feel my underwear clinging to me off to the side. I can feel my breasts bounce with every thrust. I'm biting my lip not to make any noise, and I can remember every sound I heard. The wet slurp as he exited and entered, the slap of our thighs together, his grunts, my breathing.
And then it was over. He came, one hand pulling my hips back and holding me against him and the other releasing my hair and grabbing my neck. When he released me and pulled out, I felt like a cup of us poured out of me as well, and my legs were burning from standing on my toes. He was pulling up his pants when I turned around, and I couldn't make eye contact with him. That was great, he told me, and I felt tears starting. That was wonderful, he said, cinching his belt and he reached out and drew me in for a kiss. I lost it at that point, sobbing and shaking and he pet my hair and tried to fix my clothes with one hand. He held me until I got it together, helped me fix my dress and hair a little and then reminded me I still needed to pick out a gift. I looked at my phone as we went back to the elevator, including my little breakdown and cleanup, it had been 20 minutes since I had arrived at the party and my husband didn't notice or miss me.
I wasn't able to tell my husband that night, or that weekend. And after that amount of time had passed, I didn't think I could bring it up, what he would think about why it took me so long to tell him. And it stuck with me. How it felt, the sounds, every detail of that day.
I enjoyed mine, a small yankee swap and some homemade refreshments, plus the bonuses were given out. Then I changed into a dress and drove to my husband's office. It was cold and rainy, and I remember that earlier in the week there were concerns about it possibly snowing or just freezing overnight, but that never materialized. His company had offices on 3 floors in their building, plus the building had a huge conference/banquet hall a few floors down from the offices they were using for the party. I took the elevator up to the floor with the banquet hall, and immediately, upon exiting the elevator, ran into one of my husband's bosses (we'll call him Mr. Black). I had met him twice before at other functions and introduced myself again, as I didn't expect him to keep all the spouses/partners straight, and he brightened, welcomed me and wished me a merry christmas, and told me that they had already moved all the hospitality up to the offices for safe keeping, but he'd take me up there to drop off my coat and pick out my gift basket.
I didn't see my husband right away but figured I'd just be a minute, so I didn't text him that I had arrived, and got back in the elevator with Mr. Black, who took us up a number of floors to the companies floors. He was chatty, asking me about our holiday plans, my work, etc. He wasn't my husband's direct boss, but his group and my husband's group worked together quite a bit. He led me down a hallway and then unlocked and opened a conference room. Inside, along with the regular conference room stuff, was a number of rolling coat racks and a few tables on dolleys with gift bags. He took my coat from me and invited me to select a gift bag, telling me what the themes were divided by the bag's color (Blue is pampering for women, red is men's outdoors, etc).
I didn't hear him come up behind me from hanging my coat, suddenly I felt him very close behind me. I had changed into a strappy, low cut red dress that was very flattering to my figure, and before I knew it he was pressed up against me, I could feel his crotch against the small of my back, pushing into me while his hands snaked around and grabbed my breasts, cupping, squeezing and pulled me into him.
I panicked, I knew it wasn't right and should scream or fight or run, but another part of me froze. If I stay still, maybe this will go away. I didn't want to hurt my husband's employment, I didn't want to get hurt if he tried to stop me from resisting. I only had one drink at my party, maybe 2 hours before.
So I ended up standing still and letting him grope me, and because I didn't resist, what might have been a little tentative at first quickly got a lot more assertive. He started to nibble and lick my neck and ear, breathing hot and heavy and he pulled the front of my dress down, giving his full access to my breasts, which he continued to play with, squeezing, cupping, and pinching and pulling on the nipples. The contact is making me moan and breath heavy a little, which only encourages him, and I can feel myself getting wet and him growing hard into my back.
After what feels like an hour, one hand wanders down my stomach and lifts my dress up, pulling it up past my stomach then plunges into my underwear, spearing a finger into me, then two. He is pulling against me, lifting me onto my toes as he attempts to raise me up to grind against more of my ass. At some point, he took his hand away from my breasts, and suddenly he's pushing me to bend over, I hear the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and his fingers are holding me open as he's trying to maneuver his dick into me. And then, after a slide or two along my lips, his free hand grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back up and he goes in. Deep and steady, his first few thrusts have me off balance and his hold on my hair is the only thing keeping me up. He lets me adjust my legs but doesn't give me an inch, I'm still on my toes and his hand in my hair. I can feel my underwear clinging to me off to the side. I can feel my breasts bounce with every thrust. I'm biting my lip not to make any noise, and I can remember every sound I heard. The wet slurp as he exited and entered, the slap of our thighs together, his grunts, my breathing.
And then it was over. He came, one hand pulling my hips back and holding me against him and the other releasing my hair and grabbing my neck. When he released me and pulled out, I felt like a cup of us poured out of me as well, and my legs were burning from standing on my toes. He was pulling up his pants when I turned around, and I couldn't make eye contact with him. That was great, he told me, and I felt tears starting. That was wonderful, he said, cinching his belt and he reached out and drew me in for a kiss. I lost it at that point, sobbing and shaking and he pet my hair and tried to fix my clothes with one hand. He held me until I got it together, helped me fix my dress and hair a little and then reminded me I still needed to pick out a gift. I looked at my phone as we went back to the elevator, including my little breakdown and cleanup, it had been 20 minutes since I had arrived at the party and my husband didn't notice or miss me.
I wasn't able to tell my husband that night, or that weekend. And after that amount of time had passed, I didn't think I could bring it up, what he would think about why it took me so long to tell him. And it stuck with me. How it felt, the sounds, every detail of that day.
