My name is Jim Miller and my wife's name is Sherry. We are both in our early 40s and in good shape. My wife in particular is very attractive. Like my most men who read (and write) this type of story, I have been trying to talk my wife into having sex with another man for quite some time. And, like most of those men, my wife has consistently turned me down. She always has some excuse why we shouldn't do this. All that changed however with one simple phone call. It was Christmas time, the last work day before my company shut down for the holidays to be exact. The annual Christmas party was being held this afternoon after work. I had always attended the company Christmas party over the years, more to keep up the appearance of being a "team player" than anything else. However, the company always put on a good spread and there was an open bar, so it wasn't a total obligation.
My wife had never accompanied me to this party, or any other company event for that matter. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything, it was just that we lived pretty far away from my work. My daily commute is just under an hour. As a result, not only had she never been to a company event, she had never even visited my office. The people in my office new her by name because she called me almost daily at work. Additionally, I have pictures of her (and our children) in my office, so my colleagues know what she looks like for the most part. As I did every year, I invited her to join me nonetheless at the Christmas party. I felt very certain she would not come, but invited her as a courtesy anyway. "Babe, the office Christmas party is after work Friday night" I said over breakfast earlier in the week. "Care to join me this year?"
"Sweetie, you know that's such a pain, going all the way over there. I think I'll pass again this year" she told me. "Besides, I can't decide what to get you for Christmas, so I've got to do some more shopping" she added. And so it went, until Friday afternoon just before quitting time. As I was getting ready to close up and head for the party, my office phone rang. "Hi Honey, it's me," my wife said. "Does your offer still stand about going to the Christmas party?" she asked.
"Sure does, what changed your mind?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she said coyly.
"Well, whatever the reason, it will be fun to have someone to go with this year," I said.
Then she dropped her bomb. "I didn't say I was going with you," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she said, "I'm bringing your Christmas present to the party. He's very cute and he's my date. If you're lucky, maybe you can go out with us after the party."
I was speechless, and she knew it. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. My head was spinning! God I wanted this so badly, but at my office party? Would everyone know she was my wife and obviously they're with another guy? Maybe I'd get lucky and no one would recognize her from the pictures in my office. After all, she had recently gotten a new haircut. She knows I really get off on being humiliated, but this might be a bit much even for me! The party was held in a hotel banquet room downtown. I left work and drove over there, the butterflies churning in my stomach. The party was just gearing up when I got there. I immediately headed for the bar in the corner of the room and got a beer to calm my nerves. The company expected about 100 people at the party, and most of them were already here it seemed.
After another beer I began to relax. The Christmas music was nice and the food was good, besides, after today I had a whole week off for the holidays! My boss walked up to me and started chatting. "Hey Jim, wife not coming again this year?" he asked.
"She said she might show up, not sure though," I replied.
"She's a cute little thing," he continued. "I was looking at her picture in your office just the other day."
"Thanks" I replied - thinking to myself that this was all I needed! About that time, my secretary walked up and said to both of us, "Who's the looker who just walked in?"
I turned and saw my wife entering the room, saying hello to everyone like they were long lost friends! She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt, sheer black nylons and 4" black patent leather pumps. All favorites of mine, and she knew it! Her blouse was a very sheer dark green and under that she was wearing a red lace camisole! I had never seen those before. Her short sexy haircut looked great and her makeup was heavier than normal, but not overdone.
She had however, put on extra lipstick and really darkened her eyebrows, both touches that drive me wild. She was causing quite a stir as she floated from group to group. What shocked me the most however, was not her appearance, but her date! She had a good looking, very sophisticated man on her arm. He was dressed in a blue silk suit and a pinstripe shirt. He looked like a banker or a Wall Street stockbroker. Whatever he did, he was obviously very successful at it! Before I could respond to my secretary, she continued, "That guy she's with is so good looking! I wonder if they're married?"
My boss and I stared at the great looking couple, ignoring my secretary's comments. Just then, the guy who has the office next to mine walked up and said, "Hey Jim, isn't that your wife over there?"
I felt my boss and my secretary turn and look at me. The pause in the conversation seemed to last for a solid minute. "Uh, yea, sure is" I said.
My boss immediately chimed in and said, "Who's the guy she's with?"
"Not sure, must be someone she works with," I said.
"They sure seem awfully chummy!" my secretary said giggling.
We all looked over at them as my wife's date was patting her butt with one hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Before I could make my way over there, my wife and her date headed straight for where we were standing! "Here it comes!" I thought to myself, "major humiliation time!"
"Hi, I'm Sherry Miller, Jim's wife," my wife said, extending her hand to my boss.
"Nice to finally meet you Sherry," my boss replied. "This is my date, Lance," she said to the group as she introduced her good looking companion.
Introductions were made all around. When she came to me and said "Lance, this is my husband, Jim."
Lance and I shook hands. He looked me right in the eye and smirked. "Nice to meet you Jim, I've heard a lot about you," he said.
I could feel my boss, secretary, wife, and friend staring at me as Lance and I exchanged pleasantries. Still feeling somewhat bold at this point, I curtly replied, "I haven't heard anything about you."
Like the successful businessman he obviously was, Lance went right for the throat. "That's odd," he said, pausing for effect; "I've been dating your wife for over three months now."
My mouth fell open and I got very quiet. You could hear a pin drop in our little group. Lance wasn't quite done with me yet however. Like a shark going for blood he continued, "I know so much about you that I can even tell you what color sheets you have on your bed right now. Shall I?" he asked confidently.
I hoped the bastard was bluffing, but I couldn't take the chance of further embarrassment. I meekly shook my head "No." During this little transaction, my wife just stood there, arm in arm with Lance, smiling at me. About this time, my secretary, obviously feeling very uneasy, excused herself from our group. My boss tried to change the subject. "Sherry, that's a nice blouse you're wearing; very seasonal with the green and red combination."
My wife wasn't done humiliating me yet. "Thanks," she replied, "Lance gave it to me for our three month anniversary."
After another uncomfortable lull in the conversation, my boss and friend excused themselves. That left me standing there in the middle of my company Christmas party with my wife and her date. I looked around and noticed several people looking in our direction and giggling, particularly my secretary! Lance then handed me his empty glass and said in a belittling tone, "Be a good boy and get me another drink, will you Jimmy?"
I took his glass and dutifully headed off toward the bar to get his refill, hoping my subservience would avoid any further scene these two might be contemplating. My wife and Lance continued to mingle with my friends and co-workers. Sherry made a point of introducing herself to everyone as "Mrs. Miller", making sure everyone knew we were still married and not divorced or separated. I returned with Lance's drink and then tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the party. Sherry and Lance, on the other hand, seemed to be the life of the party. Lance was telling joke after joke as several of my friends crowded around him. I watched them from across the room and somehow had the feeling that this night had only just begun! After a couple of hours the party began to wind down, people were starting to leave in a fairly steady stream. Lance seized the moment however and announced that everyone was invited to the hotel bar next door. He said that there was a great jazz band playing we could all dance to and keep the party going. He also announced that the first round of drinks was on him. That was all it took to convince about fifteen of my co-workers to head next door and keep partying. As Lance and my wife were heading for the door, they made a point of walking past me. "See you over there" Sherry said to me. It was a command, not a request. I finished my third beer and reluctantly followed the crowd to the hotel bar next door.
When I got there, the group from my office had pushed 2-3 tables together so everyone could be near one another. Sherry had saved a seat for me directly across the table from her and Lance. Apparently she wanted me to have a front row seat to her flirting and cavorting with her boyfriend. For the next hour and a half, I watched Lance and Sherry get more and more overt in their touching and kissing. They were getting down right intimate right there in public. God I was getting horny just watching them! As they slow danced for the third or fourth time, Lance openly groped my wife right there on the dance floor. Returning to the table, they french kissed and hugged before sitting back down.
My office friends had long since stopped making comments to me about this awkward situation. They knew I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. They also knew that I was totally powerless to stop it. Besides, they had all taken a liking to Lance. After another 30 minutes it was only the three of us left. All my fellow office workers had departed for suburbia to start their holidays. Lance and my wife were still carrying on like horny high school students. I guess I was getting tipsy after drinking all afternoon and into the night, my powers of observation weren't as sharp as they normally are. I looked across the table and noticed my wife had removed her red camisole at some point during the evening! Her gorgeous tits were now clearly visible under her sheer green blouse, even the subdued lighting of the bar didn't do much to conceal them! "Where did your camisole go?" I asked when the band finally took a break.
"I was getting hot, so I left it in the room when I went to the bathroom," she replied.
"What room?" I asked.
She and Lance looked at one another and laughed again. "Lance got us a room for the night upstairs," she said; "I was sure you wouldn't mind."
"In fact," Lance chimed in, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs for a little while."
"Lance is going to fuck me Honey," my wife said very casually. "Wanna watch?" she asked.
Before I could reply she said mockingly "Just kidding! You stay here and save the table. We'll be back in about 30 minutes." They got up and headed for the elevator, leaving me with a hard on and my beer. I watched her tits jiggle under her sheer blouse as she walked away. I sat there listening to the band and guarding their table while they fucked upstairs. I was sitting there daydreaming, imagining Lance between my wife's beautiful legs, fucking her silly while she moaned in ecstasy.
Suddenly, there was a slap on my back and I hear my boss' booming voice, "Hey Jim, where did everyone go?"
"Hey Boss!" I said, "They all pretty much headed for home."
"Even that cute little wife of yours and her date?" he continued.
"Well, actually, she and Lance haven't left exactly," I said. He looked out onto the dance floor, thinking they were out there. "What are you doing back here?" I asked.
He ignored my question and appeared very pre-occupied, something was definitely on his mind. "If they haven't left, where are they?" he demanded.
"Room 720, upstairs," I replied sheepishly. Our eyes met, he grinned widely as he caught my meaning. Without a word he stood up and headed for the elevator. I now knew why he had come back. My fat, balding boss was going to try and fuck my wife just like Lance was doing this very minute! Another 20 minutes passed and Lance returned to the table. His suit jacket and tie were missing, but he still looked impressive. "God, I love fucking that woman!" he said as he sat down. "Your wife is the horniest slut I have met in a long time," he continued. He proceeded to tell me how he and Sherry had just finished fucking when my boss knocked on the door. Since Lance had just cum twice, once in her cunt and once on her face, he was temporarily spent.
Sherry however, was still ready for some action. "She thought about sending me down here to get you," he said, "but decided that your little dick wouldn't do the trick!" He laughed at his little rhyme. "That's when your boss rapped on the door," Lance continued.
"Nice timing," I murmured sarcastically. Lance continued to recount what had just transpired in room 720. As he was getting dressed, my boss was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Sherry was laying on her back on the bed, she was wearing only her black nylons, garter belt, and high heel pumps. Lance's cum was still splattered on her face and oozed from her cunt.
My boss, after getting completely undressed, sat in a chair across the room. He beckoned Sherry over to him. "Sherry crawled off the bed and over to your boss on her hands and knees" Lance said to me. "As I left the room she was stuffing his fat cock in her mouth, slurping away like a slut!" he chuckled. Lance continued to taunt me by telling me how my boss was upstairs fucking my wife "this very minute."
"Oh," he said, "I almost forgot. Sherry wants you to get her overnight bag out of my car and bring it up to the room." He handed me the key to his Mercedes. "It's on the third level in the parking garage. Seems she has a run in her nylon stockings and needs a new pair from her bag" he said. "Here's a room key as well," he concluded. I took the keys and headed off to find his car. I retrieved my wife's bag from her lover's car and brought it up to room 720. I paused outside the door in the hallway. I could hear my boss grunting and my wife moaning. Using the key, I gently opened the door and stepped inside. The area near the door was dark, so they didn't notice I had come into the room. Besides, they were too consumed in their fucking to notice anything besides one another!
Sherry was standing, facing the wall on the far side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands and face were pressed against the wall. My boss was behind her, his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. He was reaching around my wife and squeezing both her tits as he fucked her. He was giving her a vicious fucking. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ughh," my wife was yelling.
"Shut up bitch, you fuckin' tease!" my boss shouted back at her. He was slamming her into the wall with every thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" he shouted, "That's the third fuckin' time you whore! You're starting to wear me out!"
As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, my wife's knees finally buckled as her orgasm swept over her. My boss pulled out, wiped his dick across her ass and sat back in the chair, contented and exhausted. His fat cock was a glistening, sticky mess. Sherry fell to the floor right where she had been standing. She curled up into a fetal position and was whimpering in delight at the fucking she had just received. My boss looked over and saw me standing there, my wife's overnight bag still in my hand. "Your bitch needed a hard fucking and I just gave it to her!" he said proudly. "Come over here and check out that look of pure satisfaction on her face," he said.
I put her bag on the bed and walked over to them. My cock was hard as steel and was plainly visible in my pants. I looked down at Sherry. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and large amounts in and all around her cunt. I looked for the run in her stockings that Lance had mentioned, but did not see one.
"Clean my dick off Jimmy, so I can get dressed and get out of here," my boss commanded.
I was shocked he would say this to me, but started to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean him. "I don't mean with a cloth" he said smiling. I looked over at my wife and her eyes were now open, watching and listening. I knelt down in front of my boss and took his messy cock in my mouth.
"That's a good boy Jimmy, clean it up real nice for me," he said. I glanced at my wife while I still had his cock in my mouth. She smiled and watched me intently. When I was finished cleaning his cock my boss then told me to clean Sherry off as well. She rolled on her back, still on the floor against the wall. She pulled her legs up and spread them so I could get my face in between her thighs. God she was a mess! Cum was everywhere! I started lapping at her inner thighs and slowly worked toward her stretched out cunt.
My boss was finished getting dressed and sat there watching me lick my wife clean. There was a knock on the door which startled me. "Keep licking, I'll get the door" my boss said. My wife had wrapped her legs around the back of my head and was pulling my face into her cummy cunt. "Room service," said a male voice as my boss opened the door. Apparently they had ordered something before I got to the room. "Just put it on the table over there" I heard my boss say. I still had my face buried in my wife's messy cunt at this point. I felt like some wild animal devouring its prey as I continued to eat her out. I picked my head up from between her thighs and looked over at the room service guy. I could feel the cum dripping from my chin and sticking to my cheeks. He stared at me but didn't say a word, nor did I. I went back to my eating.
I heard my boss say to the room service guy, "You know, that cum on her face and tits is drying up. Care to add to it so Jimmy boy can have something fresh to lick up?"
"You serious?" the young man said.
My boss nodded and the next thing I know, this young kid is standing over my wife taking his cock out of his pants. He began stoking his cock while I continued to lap at Sherry's cunt.
Sherry stared up at the kid and just licked her lips. In a matter of minutes the kid was spraying his cum down on Sherry's face and tits. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. It was such an erotic sight to watch his cum drop from three or four feet up and splat on her face and tits! I looked over at my boss. The whole time this was going on he was stuffing a sandwich in his fat face. When the room service guy finished cumming, he knelt down and wiped his dick off with Sherry's hair. By this time I had her cunt as clean as I was going to get it. I moved up her body to get to the fresh cum the kid had just deposited there. He watched me lick her tits off while he put his cock back in his pants. I then laid on top of her and licked her face like a kitten.
Finally, I french kissed her and licked his cum out of her mouth. The room service guy thanked my boss and left. As we laid there face to face on the floor, my wife said, "Merry Christmas Baby! Hope you liked your present!"
My wife had never accompanied me to this party, or any other company event for that matter. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything, it was just that we lived pretty far away from my work. My daily commute is just under an hour. As a result, not only had she never been to a company event, she had never even visited my office. The people in my office new her by name because she called me almost daily at work. Additionally, I have pictures of her (and our children) in my office, so my colleagues know what she looks like for the most part. As I did every year, I invited her to join me nonetheless at the Christmas party. I felt very certain she would not come, but invited her as a courtesy anyway. "Babe, the office Christmas party is after work Friday night" I said over breakfast earlier in the week. "Care to join me this year?"
"Sweetie, you know that's such a pain, going all the way over there. I think I'll pass again this year" she told me. "Besides, I can't decide what to get you for Christmas, so I've got to do some more shopping" she added. And so it went, until Friday afternoon just before quitting time. As I was getting ready to close up and head for the party, my office phone rang. "Hi Honey, it's me," my wife said. "Does your offer still stand about going to the Christmas party?" she asked.
"Sure does, what changed your mind?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she said coyly.
"Well, whatever the reason, it will be fun to have someone to go with this year," I said.
Then she dropped her bomb. "I didn't say I was going with you," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she said, "I'm bringing your Christmas present to the party. He's very cute and he's my date. If you're lucky, maybe you can go out with us after the party."
I was speechless, and she knew it. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. My head was spinning! God I wanted this so badly, but at my office party? Would everyone know she was my wife and obviously they're with another guy? Maybe I'd get lucky and no one would recognize her from the pictures in my office. After all, she had recently gotten a new haircut. She knows I really get off on being humiliated, but this might be a bit much even for me! The party was held in a hotel banquet room downtown. I left work and drove over there, the butterflies churning in my stomach. The party was just gearing up when I got there. I immediately headed for the bar in the corner of the room and got a beer to calm my nerves. The company expected about 100 people at the party, and most of them were already here it seemed.
After another beer I began to relax. The Christmas music was nice and the food was good, besides, after today I had a whole week off for the holidays! My boss walked up to me and started chatting. "Hey Jim, wife not coming again this year?" he asked.
"She said she might show up, not sure though," I replied.
"She's a cute little thing," he continued. "I was looking at her picture in your office just the other day."
"Thanks" I replied - thinking to myself that this was all I needed! About that time, my secretary walked up and said to both of us, "Who's the looker who just walked in?"
I turned and saw my wife entering the room, saying hello to everyone like they were long lost friends! She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt, sheer black nylons and 4" black patent leather pumps. All favorites of mine, and she knew it! Her blouse was a very sheer dark green and under that she was wearing a red lace camisole! I had never seen those before. Her short sexy haircut looked great and her makeup was heavier than normal, but not overdone.
She had however, put on extra lipstick and really darkened her eyebrows, both touches that drive me wild. She was causing quite a stir as she floated from group to group. What shocked me the most however, was not her appearance, but her date! She had a good looking, very sophisticated man on her arm. He was dressed in a blue silk suit and a pinstripe shirt. He looked like a banker or a Wall Street stockbroker. Whatever he did, he was obviously very successful at it! Before I could respond to my secretary, she continued, "That guy she's with is so good looking! I wonder if they're married?"
My boss and I stared at the great looking couple, ignoring my secretary's comments. Just then, the guy who has the office next to mine walked up and said, "Hey Jim, isn't that your wife over there?"
I felt my boss and my secretary turn and look at me. The pause in the conversation seemed to last for a solid minute. "Uh, yea, sure is" I said.
My boss immediately chimed in and said, "Who's the guy she's with?"
"Not sure, must be someone she works with," I said.
"They sure seem awfully chummy!" my secretary said giggling.
We all looked over at them as my wife's date was patting her butt with one hand and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Before I could make my way over there, my wife and her date headed straight for where we were standing! "Here it comes!" I thought to myself, "major humiliation time!"
"Hi, I'm Sherry Miller, Jim's wife," my wife said, extending her hand to my boss.
"Nice to finally meet you Sherry," my boss replied. "This is my date, Lance," she said to the group as she introduced her good looking companion.
Introductions were made all around. When she came to me and said "Lance, this is my husband, Jim."
Lance and I shook hands. He looked me right in the eye and smirked. "Nice to meet you Jim, I've heard a lot about you," he said.
I could feel my boss, secretary, wife, and friend staring at me as Lance and I exchanged pleasantries. Still feeling somewhat bold at this point, I curtly replied, "I haven't heard anything about you."
Like the successful businessman he obviously was, Lance went right for the throat. "That's odd," he said, pausing for effect; "I've been dating your wife for over three months now."
My mouth fell open and I got very quiet. You could hear a pin drop in our little group. Lance wasn't quite done with me yet however. Like a shark going for blood he continued, "I know so much about you that I can even tell you what color sheets you have on your bed right now. Shall I?" he asked confidently.
I hoped the bastard was bluffing, but I couldn't take the chance of further embarrassment. I meekly shook my head "No." During this little transaction, my wife just stood there, arm in arm with Lance, smiling at me. About this time, my secretary, obviously feeling very uneasy, excused herself from our group. My boss tried to change the subject. "Sherry, that's a nice blouse you're wearing; very seasonal with the green and red combination."
My wife wasn't done humiliating me yet. "Thanks," she replied, "Lance gave it to me for our three month anniversary."
After another uncomfortable lull in the conversation, my boss and friend excused themselves. That left me standing there in the middle of my company Christmas party with my wife and her date. I looked around and noticed several people looking in our direction and giggling, particularly my secretary! Lance then handed me his empty glass and said in a belittling tone, "Be a good boy and get me another drink, will you Jimmy?"
I took his glass and dutifully headed off toward the bar to get his refill, hoping my subservience would avoid any further scene these two might be contemplating. My wife and Lance continued to mingle with my friends and co-workers. Sherry made a point of introducing herself to everyone as "Mrs. Miller", making sure everyone knew we were still married and not divorced or separated. I returned with Lance's drink and then tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the party. Sherry and Lance, on the other hand, seemed to be the life of the party. Lance was telling joke after joke as several of my friends crowded around him. I watched them from across the room and somehow had the feeling that this night had only just begun! After a couple of hours the party began to wind down, people were starting to leave in a fairly steady stream. Lance seized the moment however and announced that everyone was invited to the hotel bar next door. He said that there was a great jazz band playing we could all dance to and keep the party going. He also announced that the first round of drinks was on him. That was all it took to convince about fifteen of my co-workers to head next door and keep partying. As Lance and my wife were heading for the door, they made a point of walking past me. "See you over there" Sherry said to me. It was a command, not a request. I finished my third beer and reluctantly followed the crowd to the hotel bar next door.
When I got there, the group from my office had pushed 2-3 tables together so everyone could be near one another. Sherry had saved a seat for me directly across the table from her and Lance. Apparently she wanted me to have a front row seat to her flirting and cavorting with her boyfriend. For the next hour and a half, I watched Lance and Sherry get more and more overt in their touching and kissing. They were getting down right intimate right there in public. God I was getting horny just watching them! As they slow danced for the third or fourth time, Lance openly groped my wife right there on the dance floor. Returning to the table, they french kissed and hugged before sitting back down.
My office friends had long since stopped making comments to me about this awkward situation. They knew I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. They also knew that I was totally powerless to stop it. Besides, they had all taken a liking to Lance. After another 30 minutes it was only the three of us left. All my fellow office workers had departed for suburbia to start their holidays. Lance and my wife were still carrying on like horny high school students. I guess I was getting tipsy after drinking all afternoon and into the night, my powers of observation weren't as sharp as they normally are. I looked across the table and noticed my wife had removed her red camisole at some point during the evening! Her gorgeous tits were now clearly visible under her sheer green blouse, even the subdued lighting of the bar didn't do much to conceal them! "Where did your camisole go?" I asked when the band finally took a break.
"I was getting hot, so I left it in the room when I went to the bathroom," she replied.
"What room?" I asked.
She and Lance looked at one another and laughed again. "Lance got us a room for the night upstairs," she said; "I was sure you wouldn't mind."
"In fact," Lance chimed in, "we were just getting ready to go upstairs for a little while."
"Lance is going to fuck me Honey," my wife said very casually. "Wanna watch?" she asked.
Before I could reply she said mockingly "Just kidding! You stay here and save the table. We'll be back in about 30 minutes." They got up and headed for the elevator, leaving me with a hard on and my beer. I watched her tits jiggle under her sheer blouse as she walked away. I sat there listening to the band and guarding their table while they fucked upstairs. I was sitting there daydreaming, imagining Lance between my wife's beautiful legs, fucking her silly while she moaned in ecstasy.
Suddenly, there was a slap on my back and I hear my boss' booming voice, "Hey Jim, where did everyone go?"
"Hey Boss!" I said, "They all pretty much headed for home."
"Even that cute little wife of yours and her date?" he continued.
"Well, actually, she and Lance haven't left exactly," I said. He looked out onto the dance floor, thinking they were out there. "What are you doing back here?" I asked.
He ignored my question and appeared very pre-occupied, something was definitely on his mind. "If they haven't left, where are they?" he demanded.
"Room 720, upstairs," I replied sheepishly. Our eyes met, he grinned widely as he caught my meaning. Without a word he stood up and headed for the elevator. I now knew why he had come back. My fat, balding boss was going to try and fuck my wife just like Lance was doing this very minute! Another 20 minutes passed and Lance returned to the table. His suit jacket and tie were missing, but he still looked impressive. "God, I love fucking that woman!" he said as he sat down. "Your wife is the horniest slut I have met in a long time," he continued. He proceeded to tell me how he and Sherry had just finished fucking when my boss knocked on the door. Since Lance had just cum twice, once in her cunt and once on her face, he was temporarily spent.
Sherry however, was still ready for some action. "She thought about sending me down here to get you," he said, "but decided that your little dick wouldn't do the trick!" He laughed at his little rhyme. "That's when your boss rapped on the door," Lance continued.
"Nice timing," I murmured sarcastically. Lance continued to recount what had just transpired in room 720. As he was getting dressed, my boss was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Sherry was laying on her back on the bed, she was wearing only her black nylons, garter belt, and high heel pumps. Lance's cum was still splattered on her face and oozed from her cunt.
My boss, after getting completely undressed, sat in a chair across the room. He beckoned Sherry over to him. "Sherry crawled off the bed and over to your boss on her hands and knees" Lance said to me. "As I left the room she was stuffing his fat cock in her mouth, slurping away like a slut!" he chuckled. Lance continued to taunt me by telling me how my boss was upstairs fucking my wife "this very minute."
"Oh," he said, "I almost forgot. Sherry wants you to get her overnight bag out of my car and bring it up to the room." He handed me the key to his Mercedes. "It's on the third level in the parking garage. Seems she has a run in her nylon stockings and needs a new pair from her bag" he said. "Here's a room key as well," he concluded. I took the keys and headed off to find his car. I retrieved my wife's bag from her lover's car and brought it up to room 720. I paused outside the door in the hallway. I could hear my boss grunting and my wife moaning. Using the key, I gently opened the door and stepped inside. The area near the door was dark, so they didn't notice I had come into the room. Besides, they were too consumed in their fucking to notice anything besides one another!
Sherry was standing, facing the wall on the far side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands and face were pressed against the wall. My boss was behind her, his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt. He was reaching around my wife and squeezing both her tits as he fucked her. He was giving her a vicious fucking. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore! Ughh," my wife was yelling.
"Shut up bitch, you fuckin' tease!" my boss shouted back at her. He was slamming her into the wall with every thrust. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" he shouted, "That's the third fuckin' time you whore! You're starting to wear me out!"
As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, my wife's knees finally buckled as her orgasm swept over her. My boss pulled out, wiped his dick across her ass and sat back in the chair, contented and exhausted. His fat cock was a glistening, sticky mess. Sherry fell to the floor right where she had been standing. She curled up into a fetal position and was whimpering in delight at the fucking she had just received. My boss looked over and saw me standing there, my wife's overnight bag still in my hand. "Your bitch needed a hard fucking and I just gave it to her!" he said proudly. "Come over here and check out that look of pure satisfaction on her face," he said.
I put her bag on the bed and walked over to them. My cock was hard as steel and was plainly visible in my pants. I looked down at Sherry. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and large amounts in and all around her cunt. I looked for the run in her stockings that Lance had mentioned, but did not see one.
"Clean my dick off Jimmy, so I can get dressed and get out of here," my boss commanded.
I was shocked he would say this to me, but started to get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean him. "I don't mean with a cloth" he said smiling. I looked over at my wife and her eyes were now open, watching and listening. I knelt down in front of my boss and took his messy cock in my mouth.
"That's a good boy Jimmy, clean it up real nice for me," he said. I glanced at my wife while I still had his cock in my mouth. She smiled and watched me intently. When I was finished cleaning his cock my boss then told me to clean Sherry off as well. She rolled on her back, still on the floor against the wall. She pulled her legs up and spread them so I could get my face in between her thighs. God she was a mess! Cum was everywhere! I started lapping at her inner thighs and slowly worked toward her stretched out cunt.
My boss was finished getting dressed and sat there watching me lick my wife clean. There was a knock on the door which startled me. "Keep licking, I'll get the door" my boss said. My wife had wrapped her legs around the back of my head and was pulling my face into her cummy cunt. "Room service," said a male voice as my boss opened the door. Apparently they had ordered something before I got to the room. "Just put it on the table over there" I heard my boss say. I still had my face buried in my wife's messy cunt at this point. I felt like some wild animal devouring its prey as I continued to eat her out. I picked my head up from between her thighs and looked over at the room service guy. I could feel the cum dripping from my chin and sticking to my cheeks. He stared at me but didn't say a word, nor did I. I went back to my eating.
I heard my boss say to the room service guy, "You know, that cum on her face and tits is drying up. Care to add to it so Jimmy boy can have something fresh to lick up?"
"You serious?" the young man said.
My boss nodded and the next thing I know, this young kid is standing over my wife taking his cock out of his pants. He began stoking his cock while I continued to lap at Sherry's cunt.
Sherry stared up at the kid and just licked her lips. In a matter of minutes the kid was spraying his cum down on Sherry's face and tits. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. It was such an erotic sight to watch his cum drop from three or four feet up and splat on her face and tits! I looked over at my boss. The whole time this was going on he was stuffing a sandwich in his fat face. When the room service guy finished cumming, he knelt down and wiped his dick off with Sherry's hair. By this time I had her cunt as clean as I was going to get it. I moved up her body to get to the fresh cum the kid had just deposited there. He watched me lick her tits off while he put his cock back in his pants. I then laid on top of her and licked her face like a kitten.
Finally, I french kissed her and licked his cum out of her mouth. The room service guy thanked my boss and left. As we laid there face to face on the floor, my wife said, "Merry Christmas Baby! Hope you liked your present!"
