It’s that time of the year again, and if has me thinking about a Christmas party my work had a couple of years ago. It was the first Christmas Party since Danielle started working there. She was a fucking tease and a half, and I knew she knew I was attracted to her. She always had on lower cut tops which showed her nicely shaped cleavage as well as tightly fitted leggings which always showed off the perfect shape of of her ass.
The Christmas party that year was held, as it always was, at a nice restaurant, far outside my budget. Our boss liked to throw around his wallet. He allowed us to bring dates/spouses/whatever, but I was always single and showed up by myself. Danielle brought her husband Doug. He was tall, skinny-ish, but cute.
We all ate way too much food, and drank way too much booze. Before we knew it all of our coworkers were gone, except the three of us.
Doug suggested the three of us head back to their apartment to hang out for a while and drink some more. I wasn’t ready for the night to end, so I figured why not.
When we got back to their place, Doug and Danielle started making out; they cut right to the chase. Doug peeled off Danielle’s leggings and then slipped her out of her top. Danielle fumbled with Doug’s belt, and then pulled down his jeans to reveal is surprisingly long and thick cock. She started stroking it as she turned to me.
“We like having people watch us.”
Well, well. The girl who likes sharing nudes with random coworkers enjoys random people watch her fuck. I was bit shocked. But I was getting wet. I’m a huge voyeur so I made myself comfortable on the living room chair while they quickly escalated things on their couch.
Danielle sucked and stroked, and then Doug penetrated her slowly. I could hear how wet she was. I started touching myself, and then licking my own cum off my fingers. It was a good show.
“Come over here,” Danielle said, in between breaths. “Get those clothes off.”
So I did. I made my way to the couch. Danielle sat up and shoved me onto my back. She spread my legs wide and began to feast on my soaked pussy. Doug entered her from behind and continued thrusting. He gazed at his wife’s work as she ate. He was enjoying the show as much as I was enjoying Danielle’s tongue dancing on my clit.
Doug kept pounding, and the sound of his balls slapping Danielle’s ass to the same rhythm of her tongue lapping up my pussy juices was escalating my second and then third orgasm. His stamina was impressive, and I was cumming so hard just imagining how many times Danielle was cumming. I didn’t want it to end.
As one more orgasm built up, the blood rushed from my head and I saw stars. My body was convulsing as the explosion of pleasure spread from my head to my curled toes. Doug was busting his load inside his wife at the same time, just as she came too, almost as if he willed himself to hold it inside until the very specific moment we could all release at the same time.
And then, it was over.
Sweaty and spent, we barely spoke as I got my stuff and headed out the door and back home.
Monday came at work and Danielle and I did not speak of those events. We went right back to being coworkers. I couldn’t concentrate, though, because I wanted more.