Office Holiday Party (by GB)

My wife's office always has a big holiday party at one of the downtown hotels.
They go all out with food, drink and entertainment. It's a workers only affair,
no spouses, dates or significant others. This year's event was not exception.

As in most years, it took place on the Friday before Christmas. Everyone gets
off work early and the party starts around 4:00 p.m. in the afternoon. Drinks
and hors d'oeuvres flow from the time the doors open until the last person
leaves. My wife isn't much of a drinker and wasn't going to go, but some of her
co-workers talked her into it. She arrived with a group of ladies and once at
the party, they all headed for the bar, including her. She started with diet
colas, but soon felt the peer pressure and graduated to the spiked egg nogg.
After two or three glasses of that, she was feeling good enough to move on to
Margarittas for the rest of the evening. Needless to say, by 6:00 p.m. she
wasn't feeling any pain.

Put bluntly, my wife can't handle liquor. She's always been honest with me about
what happens to her when she drinks. She lost her virginity when she was drunk,
and even once had a mini gang - bang with two guys after she'd been drinking.
So, she simply didn't touch the stuff. But, I guess the spirit of the season
caught up with her a few weeks ago.

The party began to break up around 9:00 p.m. By that time, my wife was almost
unable to walk. She'd driven her car to the hotel, but was in no shape to drive
home. Trouble was, by the time she made it out to the lobby from the hotel
ballroom, the friends she came with had already left. She'd left her cell phone
in the car, and decided to go out to the parking garage to call me and come pick
her up. She wandered around the garage for about a half hour, looking for the
car. She was so drunk that she didn't remember where she'd parked. She wasn't
even sure what car she had brought to work that day. One of the guys from the
office was on his way out of the garage when he noticed her wandering around. He
stopped and offered to help.

She explained to him that she had forgotten where she parked, but she was sure
she would find her car soon. She told him about the cell phone, and that once
she found the car she could call her husband to come get her. He told her to get
in, that he would drive her around the garage and help her find her car.

He drove her around the garage a couple of times and she didn't recognize any of
the cars. On the third go around he stopped on the top level of the garage and
pulled into one of the stalls. "Why don't we sit here for a little bit while
your head clears," he told her. "OK," she said. "That may be a good idea. All
that driving around was making me dizzy and I can't think. I'll be OK in a few
minutes."

He turned the car off and turned on the radio. My wife looked down at her aching
feet and discovered she had (somewhere along her drunken route) fallen, broken
the heel off of her shoe and torn her hose. "Damn it," she exclaimed. "How the
hell did I do this? I just bought these shoes." With that, she bent over and
pulled off the damage shoe. "Just look at that," she said, holding the shoe in
front of his face. "Yeah," he answered, "it looks like you scraped your knee up,
too," he said, pointing to the torn hose on her knee. "Is it bleeding?" She
asked. "I can't stand the sight of blood." Would you mind looking and telling me
if it is bleeding?"

He looked down at her knee and could see it wasn't bleeding, but told her he
couldn't tell. "It might help if you took your hose off. I can't see with the
torn hose in the way," he cleverly told her. "I guess it can't hurt, just my
hose anyway," she replied, then she arched her back, reached up under her skirt
and pulled her hose off over her feet as she kicked off her one good shoe. "Can
you tell now if it's bleeding," she asked him. "Let me see," he told her.

He reached his and over to her leg and pushed her skirt up just a little to
expose her knee. "Doesn't seem too bad to me, but it looks like the scratch runs
up your leg," he told her as he cautiously edged her skirt up a little more. He
could see that she wasn't wise to what he was doing yet, and decided to keep
going with it. He pushed his hand up her skirt, rubbing it along her inner thigh
and said, "does it feel like you are scraped here too?" She was so drunk she
hadn't quite caught on yet, and told him that it didn't feel like she was cut
there. "It feels OK to me," she said when he asked. With that, he ran his hand
all the way up to her panties and told her, "it feels pretty OK to me too."

She didn't reply right away, but after a moment's hesitation said, "you
shouldn't have your hand there. I'm a married woman. He told her, "come on, just
let me touch you there outside your panties. No one will know, and no harm will
be done. I am helping you out aren't I?" She was so polluted that she thought if
she let him just hold his hand there against her panties he would stop quicker
and they could find her car. "OK," she said. "But only for a minute."

He started to rub her crotch through her panties. The more he rubbed, the more
she forgot about what was really happening. Before she knew it, he had pulled
back the crotch of her panties and had slipped a couple of fingers in against
her pubic hair. She let him keep going, still not realizing fully what was
taking place. He'd soon gotten a couple of fingers onto her clit and was
massaging it between them. After a minute or so of clit massage, he gently
slipped a finger into her pussy. He had gotten her wet enough by now that it
went in without any trouble. Seeing that she had accepted this, he reached over
and put his other hand up her skirt, then began to pull her panties off. The
combination of the booze his hand prooved to be too much, and she reached down
and helped him remove her underpants. With nothing in his way, he now stuck two
fingers into her pussy and began to bang her with them while he rubbed her clit
with his thumb. She spread her legs open for him, and pulled her skirt up above
her waist. Then she began to move her pussy with his hand, bearing down on his
fingers as he shoved them in her dripping hole.

As he was finger banging her, she reached over and began to clumsily unhook his
belt. "Let me give you a hand," he told her. He sat back, undid his belt,
snapped open his trousers and pulled them to his knees along with his boxer
shorts. "Is this what you wanted, baby?"he asked her as he held his cock in his
hand. "Yes, oh yes," she said as she leaned over and grabbed his cock. "You're
so hard . . . your hard cock feels so good," she told him as she began to jack
him off. She pumped his cock in the same rythm that he was finger baging her.
She'd jacked him off for less than a minute when he told her, "suck it baby.
Stick my cock in your mouth and suck it." Now, my wife has only given me head 3
or 4 times in nearly 25 years of marriage. She just doesn't like it. But she was
so plastered that she just leaned over and put his cock right in her mouth.

He had to change the position of his hand and arm now that she was bent over his
lap with his penis in her mouth. He reached over her back and stuck his fingers
into her pussy from the other side. She squeeled a little as he stuck them into
her. It wasn't long before she was so caught up in the whole thing that she
pulled his cock out of her mouth and told him to, "Fuck me with it now. Stick
your cock in me before I change my mind." "We'll have to get in the back," he
told her. They stopped what they were doing, he took his pants off all the way,
and they both hopped into the back seat of his Lexus.

At first, she sat up on the back seat, just long enough to unbutton her blouse
and lift her bra up over her tits, letting them swing free for him to see. He
quickly started to caress them, then bent over and sucked her nipples. She
pushed him away, then lay down on the back seat with one of her legs up the seat
and touching the roof of the car, the other bent behind her on the floor. "Fuck
me with it," she growled at him. He grabbed his dick and put it against her very
hairy pussy. "I don't want to get you pregnant, are you on the pill," he told
her." "I'm 45 years old. I've been fixed, don't worry about it," she said.
Satisfied withi that, he shoved his cock into her and started to fuck her. He
pumped her faster and harder as she screamed for more. "I'm getting fucked in a
car, oh my god, fuck me in your car," she whimpered. Even he could tell that she
was having an orgasm, and that it was growing. This excited him and he started
to feel his own orgasm coming on too. "Where do you want me to shoot my load?"
he asked her. "I'm gonna cum, tell me where quick." "Pull it out and let me
finish you," she said, and he quickly pulled out his slick cock. He tried to
pull it out first, but started to cum inside her before he pulled away. She
quickly satu up, grabbed it and began to jack him off wildly as he shot all over
her. "Spray me with it, spray me with it," she chanted as she worked his cock.
"Oh shit," he yelled as his cock exploded with a huge load of hot creamy sperm.
"Fucking shit, oh shit," he cried as she continued to yank his dick and he
spurted all over her tits and belly for a third time.

She milked him until she could get no more semen from his read and swollen cock.
Then she got some tissue out of her purse and cleaned both him and her off. They
quickly got dressed before anyone could spot them, and then found her car. She
called, and I came to pick her up. I didn't think anything about it at first.
But when we got home, I noticed she wasn't wearing any hose, and that one of her
shoes was broken. "What happened?" I asked. "I tripped at the hotel, ripped my
hose, and broke my shoe. Just too much to drink. I went into the bathroom and my
hose was shredded, so I took them off and pitched them," she told me. Again, I
didn't think too much about it. That is, not until she started to get undressed
and ready for her shower.

I happened to walk in on her to ask her when she wanted to pick her car up the
next day. I just strolled into the bathroom like I always did, just as she was
stripping off her panties. I could see that the crotch of her panties were wet
and stained. I still didn't think too much about it, until a milky white sticky
substance started to drip from her pussy. She must have felt it as I saw it,
because she quickly reached for a towel to catch the drip before it hit the
floor. "What the hell is that dripping from you?" I asked. "Nothing, just some
female discharge," she said. "Bullshit," I said. "Don't you think I know sperm
when I see it."

I made her tell me what had happened . . . and go into great detail. When she
was done I was mad as hell and horny as hell. I pulled my pants down and told
her if she could fuck him, she could fuck me too. "Of course I'll fuck you," she
said. "You know it was just the booze fucking that other guy. Let me wash up
first." "No," I told her. You're going to fuck me just like you are. I bent her
over the vanity and jammed by hardened cock into her already sperm filled pussy.
I fucked her hard for about two minutes, then pulled it out of her and told her
to suck my cock like she sucked his. "He hadn't had his cock in me when I sucked
it. You're covered with his sperm now too, I don't want to taste that." "You let
him put it there, now suck his sperm off my cock." She grudgingly bent over and
sucked my cock. I knew she didn't like to do it under the best of circumstances,
so this must have really been nasty for her. Just to make matters worse, I made
her suck me till I came in her mouth (the first time that ever happened with
her).

We still aren't getting along, but at least I can get head from her now any time
I want it.