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By: Gilglim
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 exposed 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 and 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 exposing 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.
By: Gilglim
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 exposed 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 and 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 exposing 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.
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