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 drink and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told them "OK... but just for one drink."
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 ******* 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 drink 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 ******** 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 drink 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 drink 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 drink.
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 forced 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 coerced. 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'm going to try to get her alone sometime. In the mean time, I'm just enjoying all of the attention.
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 drink and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told them "OK... but just for one drink."
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 ******* 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 drink 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 ******** 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 drink 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 drink 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 drink.
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 forced 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 coerced. 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'm going to try to get her alone sometime. In the mean time, I'm just enjoying all of the attention.
