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I’d had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar
with most of the guys at the office, but I was still
trying to fit in. As an office manager for an
accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and
yet still subordinate to the accountants. It’s a
rather difficult line to walk and it’s always easier if
everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are
under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they
like to party at the end of the day.
Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute
32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the
evening.
We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was
anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s
birthday and she was picking me up from the office.
When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of
them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in
a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen
before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice
restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said,
“We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after
work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to
dinner?”
Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Linda?” In a way
that made it clear she should say yes.
“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a
little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew
that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one
drink couldn’t hurt.
As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my
ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my
evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice
evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way
up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to
hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she
bend over for something. Her little dress didn’t
wouldn’t much.
The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with
after work regulars and a dance floor for couples.
Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was
only one table that would seat all eight of us, a
cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.
To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for
the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the
table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the
table, was the center of the “U”.
I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in
mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.
The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I
rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for
remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill
the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to
the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss
over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some
of the conversation. They were asking her what she did
for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office.
What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music
was loud, but I could make out the gist of the
conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked
all of the attention.
As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair
had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So
everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was
understandable, since I had been off getting the
drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard
him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled
and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.
Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather
than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid
her out, across their laps.
Once she headed for the rest room the conversation
turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the
office, etc…
I started talking with Tom, to my right. “During the
week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to
Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never
been there. “The girls are the best in the
country…great table dances…”, Tom said. The guys
at the other end of the table must have been talking
about the same thing, because I overheard one of them
saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter
belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”
The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned.
She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom
took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and
passed her down to her place at the head of the table.
She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She
just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at
the other end of the table resumed their conversation
with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over
the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her,
because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking
with Tom.
He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking
forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag
along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced
at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready
to go.
The conversation at the other end of the table was a
little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing
her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was
leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing
deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes
weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be
getting to her, I suspected.
I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her
birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw
that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and
must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She
smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin
and tonic.
I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and
felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay
for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Linda…we
have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another
drink.” Linda sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at
her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed
the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I
heard someone saying, “my turn.”
Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three
trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip
that people had changed seats. So it took me a while
to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I
sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who
was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept
looking down at the other end of the table).
Linda was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and
seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both
hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering
something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of
the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also
gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as
if driving home an important point.
Linda closed her eyes again… as though she was trying
to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged
him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to
get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were
having. He also gestured under the table… apparently
in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather
loudly…apparently exasperated with their
conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes
and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.
Tom was telling me about some of the group’s wild
evenings at the strip club. A little later when I
looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and
filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the
middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she
was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it
seemed to take quite a while.
The guys on either side of her where leaning back
behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her
eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might
have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the
guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.
Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl
again and different guys were sitting next to her. I
couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it
looked like the guys next to her were looking up her
dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed
oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have
their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to
hurt anybody, I guess.
I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim
offered to pay for the next round.
I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low
chuckles around the table. I went off to get the
drinks again and notice that Linda had apparently
returned to the conversation with Jim and the other
guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she
apparently disagreed with both of them…because she
was gesturing wildly at both of them under the
table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It
must have been good humored fun, because the guys
didn’t seem offended by her scolding.
The bar-tender took his time again and when I returned,
Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she
was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an
earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head
over Marcus’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that
she was looking around, because her head was moving
around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks.
On my second trip she was still looking, but when I
returned with the last of the drinks… she must have
found it, because she was sitting upright… touching-
up her lipstick.
I sat down to enjoy my drink and Linda excused herself
to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as
they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the
rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other
end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with
Marcus.
I didn’t even notice when Linda got back, but she was
filling her bowl again with peanuts and Tom was
leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my
conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and
about three minutes later she was still there, leaning
over the table and resting on her elbows. When I
looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly.
Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must
have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his
chin was all wet.
Marcus, directed my attention back to our
conversation.
A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had
undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot
in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of
itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was
showing to the point that you could see the edges of
her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to
her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant
from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him
so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was
dark in the club, but for her to face him like that…
it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling
his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to
me… so I knew that everything must be OK.
Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the
conversation.
When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her
seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons
were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment.
Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next
round. Linda said, “We’ve missed our reservations by
now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I
noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were
turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of
attention.
Once again, the bartender took his time. When I
finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda
was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly
with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across
her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his
face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand
in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down
and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by
unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front
clasped bra. Linda’s eyes were closed, but her rapid
breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of
orgasm.
I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife’s
nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one.
Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier
in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it
was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at
everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for
the second and third trips.
When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table
with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and
down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her
dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by
other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat
down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that
I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for
a while and then she would open them and watch me
intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one
point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me
and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys
from my office.
She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure
that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum
dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she
would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down
the cum in slow deliberate gulps.
Since that day, she is a regular at office functions.
The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my
wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the
guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She
even sucked me off that night. While she was giving
blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money
in her garter.
The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by
the office during the business day and fucks and sucks
guys while I’m working. She does it with the door
closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what
is going on.
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