Ben is my husband's boss, and he manages to finger blast me and fuck me during an office party at his house, while Frank - my husband - and his co-workers socialize around us.
It was Frank’s first big office party since joining this firm, and he was excited to be in a social setting with his boss and his new co-workers. I could tell it was important to him, so I wanted to dress to impress. I went with a red wrap around dress that ties around the neck, then drapes across the front of my body, with a very low back, and ending about mid-thigh. It was the type of dress you simply can’t wear underwear with, so I didn’t.
I’m reasonably attractive for mid-30’s, and fairly well endowed, with a 34DD bust and narrow waist, which tends to make my tits look even bigger. Wearing this dress allowed them to bob and sway under the sheer material when I walked, which is sexy as hell and definitely makes the room take notice.
We arrived at Frank’s boss’ house and the party was well underway. After initial introductions to his boss, Ben, and several co-workers, Frank began working the room while I stood slightly off the side and enjoyed watching people enjoy themselves and each other at the party.
After about 15 minutes, Ben slid up next to me and began chatting me up with his arm casually draped across my shoulder. As we talked, he let his arm slip down to my waist, and then gradually slide down to my ass. I noticed, but didn’t react, as I wanted to impress Frank’s boss and help his standing in the new firm. Ben took this as encouragement, and began softly squeezing my ass cheeks while we continued our small talk.
About 5 minutes later, Ben unobtrusively slipped his hand back up toward my waist…. But he didn’t stop there. His hand continued up to the side of my dress and slipped inside, caressing the side of my right boob. Again, I didn’t react, and – again, taking this as encouragement – he began massaging my right tit, occasionally pulling on the nipple, which was making it rigid and sensitive, and getting the juices flowing between my legs.
We continued our small talk, chatting about Ben’s firm and Frank’s new role, while Ben’s hand worked its magic on my tit. After a few minutes of this, Ben took his hand out from the side of my dress. I was surprised at my level of disappointment, but he had definitely gotten my engine running, and removing his hand seemed to be shifting me into a lower gear.
To my surprise, Ben didn’t completely remove his hand, he merely shifted it down to the back of my dress, and while we continued to stand off the side, chatting and watching the party around us, he reached under my dress and found my dripping cun. After rubbing around the edges of my pussy lips for a minute or two, he slid 2 fingers into my wet pussy. He started slowly stroking them in and out of my pussy, which made our small talk much more challenging, and our attempt to appear like two casual party observers almost impossible. But we were pulling it off so far, as no one seemed to pay us any attention while we stood off to the side, smiling and “chatting”.
I searched the party crowd for Frank, and saw him shaking hands and smiling broadly as he continued interacting and laughing with his co-workers. Our eyes met briefly, and we raised our respective glasses in a virtual salute to let each other know that we were good and enjoying ourselves. Frank went quickly back to his socializing, and I went back to enjoying the sensation of Ben’s two fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy.
After 3-4 minutes of this, Ben found my clit with one of his fingers and began rubbing it methodically. I nearly fell over, as the sensation rocked my body, making it hard to stand. But I remained standing, and smiling, and “chatting”, as Ben continued his attention on my clit. Almost imperceptibly, Ben quickened his pace, and within seconds I felt an orgasm rip through my body. Ben’s hand, still busy between my legs, helped hold me up, and I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy the climax. I quickly opened them again, and took another sip of my drink to continue our “chatting” charade, as my pussy juices leaked down the side of my leg and Ben slowed his rubbing, before removing his hand from my drenched cunt.
As I took the final sip of wine left in my glass, Ben suggested we freshen both our drinks at the wet bar sitting off to the side of the room. I agreed, and we walked around the edge of the party crowd – me, on wobbly legs – and stepped behind the wet bar where the wine and other liquor was sitting. The bar was nearly chest high to me. Even with heels on, I was only about 5’6’’, but my tits remained visible to anyone looking in our direction.
We stepped behind the wet bar just as Molly approached it and asked if we could pour her a glass of white wine. Ben said “of course….I’ll grab you a glass from the overhead cupboard”. He was directly behind me, and as he leaned forward and reached just over my head to get the wine glass, I felt an enormous presence between my still dripping pussy lips. With very little effort it slipped easily into my panty-less pussy, and I realized immediately that Ben was using the motion of reaching for the wine glass to impale me on his huge erection. I managed to keep my elbows on the wet bar counter, and my smile in place, although I’m my eyebrows shot up a bit.
Ben took the glass from the overhead cupboard, and handed it to me, and stood quietly behind me, with his massive cock still pushed up inside me, while I poured Molly her glass of wine.
After Molly left we stayed in this relatively benign position while Ben, still slightly behind me, slowly slid his cock into and out of my sopping wet pussy. To the casual observer we were just watching the group of partiers and sipping our drinks. But behind the wet bar Ben’s rigid prick was filling my pussy walls and hitting every spot inside my cunt, including my clit. I could feel an orgasm building, and I had to fight the urge to pick up the pace and push back on his gently thrusts. Within a few seconds, a climax was again exploding through my body, sending tingling sensations up through my torso, and reaching the tips of my nipples. Again, my knees became wobbly, but this time I was held up by Ben’s huge dick, and his continued slow thrusts from behind.
As I was enjoying the ebbing after-effects of my orgasm, I felt Ben gently thrust his massive cock deep into my dripping pussy and hold it there while he shot his hot load of cum inside me. He thrust four more times, holding each thrust for a few seconds, while he emptied his ball sack into my awaiting pussy.
Still we maintained our façade of chatting and people watching, with me leaning my elbows on the wet bar counter, and Ben standing slightly behind me, both sipping our drinks and smiling.
When Ben was finished unloading his cum into me, I could feel his huge cock begin to soften and pull out of my cunt. As it plopped out of me, I could feel our juices dripping out of my pussy onto the floor between my legs. I unobtrusively spilled my drink by my feet, then took some napkins from the bar top, and bent down behind the bar to wipe it up. While I was bent down, I began wiping up the wine, as well as the mess that had dripped out of my pussy. While wiping up, I got my first look at Ben’s massive cock….. it was huge!! Even flaccid, it was easily 9” long and extremely thick. I used my lips and tongue to lick it clean from our juices, then gently stroked it with my hand as I pulled out every last drop of his cum. Finally, I gave it a quick kiss on the mushroom head, and then slipped it back into his slacks and zipped him up.
I tossed the paper towels into the trash can behind the wet bar, and then stood up next to Ben, where we both resumed our natural position of watching the party and “chatting”. The party carried on, not even noticing us, nor the tryst that we had undertaken, and with kisses on cheeks, everyone went home that night none-the-wiser.
The following week, Frank came home from work to tell me he had been assigned to an out of state project that would require him to have a local apartment and to stay there during the week, but he would be able to come home on weekends. It would only be for about 6 months, and it should lead to a nice promotion, once completed.
I was happy for him, and us, but I suspected there was more to this than a simple project assignment. Two days after Frank had left to begin his project, the doorbell rang around dinner time, and I opened it to find Ben in my doorway. I have to admit, I wasn’t surprised, but I was definitely pleased. I opened the door for him to come on in ….. but that’s another story.
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