My Wife s Office Party
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The office party was in full swing and everyone was getting merry: everyone, that is, except me. I had been persuaded to have a couple of cans of lager earlier in the evening and, although I was probably under the limit, I wasn’t taking any chances. To be honest I don’t drink that much so those two cans had loosened me up, and I didn’t feel safe to drive for a while. Nevertheless, I was enjoying seeing a side to my work colleagues that I normally didn’t see as the alcohol took effect.
Bill Marsh, head of accounting and one year off retirement, was trying to persuade some of the young girls from the typing pool to go on to a club with him after the party. If the rumours were true he would succeed and, if the other rumours were true, would be accompanied home by at least one of them! I would like to say it was because he was loaded but that would just be jealousy talking. The truth was Bill was a really genuine bloke. Of course, everyone said he was a letch, but they always said it in an affectionate tone. Lucky for the company really, otherwise we could have had a stack load of sexual harassment suits to deal with.
Some of Bill’s lads from accounts were throwing chocolates at a group of giggling girls who caught them enthusiastically. A chocolate managed to land in one of the girl’s cleavage and, to a chorus of cheers, she loudly asked for a volunteer to remove it with their teeth. There was a lot of ribald comments from both the boys and the girls but, as I walked away, no volunteers.
Then there was Alison. She was a shy girl who worked in reprographics. She was only just in her twenties but, much to everyone’s amazement, had married a bloke in his sixties. The two of them were sat in the corner acting like a couple of sixteen-year-olds, laughing, giggling and snogging. Alison’s husband had his hand stuck up her blouse and, as far as I could tell, seemed to be enthusiastically massaging her right breast.
I grabbed a coke from the table that served as bar before winding my way through the crowd. Finding a spare chair in a quiet corner I sat down and watched the party with the slightly supercilious air of a sober man in a room full of drunks.
A few minutes later a figure weaved through the crowds and sat down beside me.
“Alright love?” came a voice.
I looked up and saw it was Angie.
Angie was a strange one: she had taken early retirement a few years before in order to look after her bedridden husband and yet she was always around the place, doing odd jobs, helping out. Whenever I saw her she was always doing something new, whether it was as a cleaner, a temp in the typing pool, or working in the canteen.
She was an attractive middle aged woman with a wicked laugh and an even more wicked sense of humour. She habitually wore her hair in a page boy cut that framed a pixie like face with a little button nose. She had an easy smile which revealed a gap between her two front teeth. Overall her face, even in middle age, gave her a look of youthful innocence.
“Hi Angie,” I smiled, genuinely pleased to see her, “So, what you doing nowadays?”
“Oh, they’ve asked me to help in the post room for a bit.” she replied, “Just part time, I’m still having to look after John.”
“So, how is he?” I asked.
Angie gave a sigh and made a face, “Still the same, love. Still the same.”
“It must be hard.” I said sympathetically.
“Oh, you have no idea! Stuck at home all day looking after him. If it wasn’t for this place I’d go mad!” She stopped and pulled on her drink before continuing, “And the other thing is sex: that’s out of the question. I can’t remember when I last had a really good shag. I keep thinking I should find myself a toyboy.”
I don’t know what expression passed over my face but Angie saw it and a wicked giggle, “Oh come on, just ‘cause I’m in my fifties doesn’t mean I’m past it.”
“It wasn’t that,” I confessed, “it’s just you’ve always been so loyal to John: I’ve never heard you speak like this.”
“Oh, ignore me, I’ve just had a little too much to drink.” She gave a laugh, “You must think I’m a terrible person.”
“Not at all,” I said gallantly, taking her hand and giving it a quick squeeze, “Given what you’ve had to deal with I sometimes think you’re a saint!”
She laughed again and patted me on the thigh, “Thanks love, but I’m no saint. Trust me!”
I laughed along with her and we settled down to chat about this and that. Eventually I finished my drink and decided it was time to go. “Listen Angie, it’s been lovely chatting with you, but it’s time I headed off home, my wife will be wondering where I’ve got to.”
We both stood and wished each other goodnight, almost formal in our farewell, then I leaned forward, meaning to give Angie a peck on the cheek. At the last minute, she turned her head and our lips met. For what seemed like the longest time I was only aware of the feel of her mouth on mine, then suddenly, like a door slamming, I realised what I was doing.
I stammered an apology and made my escape, hoping that no one had noticed our kiss. It wasn’t that I found Angie unattractive, quite the reverse, although I must admit I had never before thought of her as anything other than a work colleague. Nevertheless, I was a married man and the rumour mill at work was merciless: I would hate for my wife to find out that anything had happened at the office party, particularly as the account would be inflated and embellished before it reached her.
Nevertheless, I did find Angie attractive. She had a slim figure with just enough curves to stop her appearing boyish and, tonight in particular, I was very aware of the way her low cut scoop top revealed the twin mounds of her breasts, the flesh pale almost glowing against the dark cloth. So, as I walked away, I felt a mixture of relief and regret: relief that I hadn’t done anything foolish, regret that I hadn’t seized the opportunity.
I made my way to my office, fumbling for my key, determined to ring my wife and tell her I was on my way home. Opening the door, I composed myself before picking up the ‘phone and pressing nine for an outside line.
I started to dial my home number, and as I did so, I was aware of the office door opening behind me. I turned and there was Angie. She came towards me, a huge grin on her face. As she opened her mouth to speak I made a shushing sound and put my finger to my lips. At the other end the ‘phone began to ring.
Angie nodded and stood there, waiting.
There was a click from the other end of the line and a voice said, “Hello?”
“Hi, it’s me.” I said, turning my attention to the ‘phone.
“Hi, darling,” came my wife’s voice, “so, how’s the party?”
In front of me Angie knelt and reached out a hand towards my flies.
My eyes went wide and I shook my head emphatically, making a grab for Angie’s hand before returning my attention to my wife.
“Oh, you know, it’s the usual story.” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, “Everyone seems to be having a good time.”
Angie grinned up at me then and, firmly moving my restraining hand out of the way, unzipped my trousers before reaching in and pulling out my cock. It was flaccid and limp but, undeterred, Angie held it by the base with a finger and thumb before wrapping her mouth around it.
My wife’s voice brought me out of my contemplation of Angie’s ministrations and I realised that I hadn’t been listening. I asked her to repeat herself.
“I said, what time can I expect to see you?” said my wife with just a touch of exasperation.
My erection had grown quickly as Angie’s lips moved up and down the shaft. Now she moved her head until only the glans remained inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue playing over the end of my cock as her fingers slid up and down the shaft.
“Oh, err, I won’t be too much longer,” I apologised, “it’s just something has come up.”
Without breaking off from what she was doing, Angie looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, as if in ironic acknowledgement of my words. She grinned again and, tightening her lips, drove her mouth down my shaft.
The sensation made me gasp.
“Are you alright?” asked my wife, “Your voice sounds a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied.
Angie repeated the exercise: slowly pulling back until my erection had nearly left her mouth before driving her head forward so that my shaft slid quickly between her lips.
I gritted my teeth as a wave of pleasure threatened to engulf me and, instead, tried to concentrate on my wife’s voice at the other end of the line.
“Okay, I’ll see you when I see you.” She said cheerfully.
“Okay,” I replied briefly, not trusting myself to say more.
I was aware that I could easily climax and, while part of me wanted the pleasure of release, part of me worried that I would be unable to remain silent.
Fortunately, Angie seemed aware of my dilemma and slowed her pace. The pressure in my groin began to recede as she began gently caressing my cock with fingers, lips and tongue.
“Love you!” my wife said tenderly.
“Love you, too.” I replied, feeling my voice catch in my throat. Then I heard a click as the line went dead. I gave a long groan, as much from relief as from repressed pleasure, and looked down.
Angie’s mouth was still moving slowly up and down my shaft, her hand held lightly round the base. The sight made something tighten down below and I felt my cock twitch. Angie must have felt it too because she rolled her eyes up until she was looking at me and gave a throaty chuckle which said she knew exactly the effect she was having on me.
“Oh God! Angie!” I said, my voice heavy with desire and just a hint of reproach.
Angie broke off from what she was doing and grinned up at me, “What’s the matter love? Don’t you like it?”
“Well, yes,” I replied, helping her to her feet, “but couldn’t you have chosen a better time?”
“A better time?” She laughed, “Eeh, you daft thing! I dropped big enough hints. What was I supposed to do?”
“Oh well,” I shrugged, then grinned, “your turn now, I think.”
I turned her around until she had her back to my office chair and made her sit down. Kneeling in front of her, I ran my hands up her bare legs until my fingers encountered the soft touch of her panties. I grasped the waistband and started pulling them down, Angie raising her bottom so I could slip the material over her buttocks. Once I had disposed of her panties I lifted her skirt and parted her legs before trailing my tongue in a long line up her thigh.
Angie gave a little shuddering moan and wriggled further down in the seat, pushing her body forward until she was sat on the edge of the chair and ruched her skirt up further, exposing her trimmed pussy to my gaze.
I bent forward and lay a chaste kiss on her pubic mound before growing bolder and letting my tongue taste her sex. Slowly and steadily I began lapping at her pussy, running my tongue in a slow line from her perineum to her clitoris, over and over again.
Angie gave a long sigh of contentment and gently laid her hands on my head, stroking my hair. “Eeh, love, I’d almost forgotten how good that feels!” she said at last, her voice almost a whisper.
Although I was enjoying my self-appointed task my neck was beginning to ache. Nevertheless, the effect I was having on Angie, the tiny twitches of her body and the gasps of pleasure that I drew from her lips, made me loathed to call a halt. Eventually, however, I was forced to break off and sit back.
“Was that okay then?” I whispered, shuffling forward on my knees and wrapping my arms around Angie’s waist.
“Mmh, that were lovely!” she replied, sitting up straight in the chair and curled her arms around my neck. Then she lent forward, slightly tilting her head, until her mouth met mine.
At first it was just the gentlest of touches, a mere brushing of our lips. Then I felt Angie part her mouth and, with a jolt that seemed to run all the way down to my groin, I felt her tongue slip between my teeth. I met it with my own and we kissed: shyly probing and exploring each other’s mouths.
Meanwhile my hand slid beneath her top and up her back, feeling the contours of her spine under my fingers until I found the clasp of her bra. I fumbled with the stiff material, blindly squeezing the two halves of the fastening until, at last, it parted.
“You’ve done that before!” whispered Angie, breaking from the kiss.
“Not for a while now.” I confessed with a smile.
As we returned to the kiss I slipped my hand up the front of her top, pushing my fingers beneath the cup of her bra until her small breast, warm and surprisingly heavy, was nestling in my palm. I caressed the soft rounded flesh, my thumb circling the softer skin of her nipple, feeling it tighten and harden to my touch, aware of a corresponding hardening of my own flesh.
Angie felt it too and, slipping her hand between our bodies, grasped my erection. “Right, love!” she whispered, pulling away from the kiss, “I think we need something on that before we go any further.”
I sat back as she fished around in her skirt and pulled out a sealed condom from one of the pockets. Quickly tearing the packet open, she pinched the end before unrolling the piece of rubber over my erect penis.
“Okay love,” she said with a grin, “I think we’re covered. Now, where were we?”
We quickly returned to our kiss, our lips and tongues meeting again. Seemingly without thought my hand found its way back under her top to continue its exploration of her breast, while Angie once again took hold of my shaft.
She began sliding the head of my cock up and down against her moist slit. As she did so she pulled away from the kiss and rested her head against my shoulder, her breathing becoming audibly faster.
Even through the rubber of the condom I became aware of the heat and wetness of her sex as she toyed with my erection: continuing to rub herself with my cock. I turned my head and took her ear in my mouth, nibbling gently on the fleshy lobe, causing Angie to give a little moan.
“You want to put it in now, love?” Angie whispered in my ear after a few moments.
“Okay.” I replied.
At my words, Angie lent back, eyes closed, and a look of concentration on her face. One hand remained lightly holding my erection while, with the fingers of her other hand, she reached down and parted the swollen lips of her pussy.
I rested my hands on her thighs and, letting her fingers guide me, began to push my length inside her. Although the intensity was dulled by the condom, I was still aware of the wave of pleasure that seemed to roll up my cock and into my belly as, inch by inch, I entered her.
Angie seemed to feel it too, a long sigh emerging from her throat as her pussy slowly stretched to accept my cock.
Then I was fully inside her. Now I began to pull out, slowly withdrawing until I had nearly left her body before sliding back into her, over and over again, feeling the pressure building low down in my body as I tenderly fucked her.
Angie’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, her mouth making little ‘O’ shapes as I moved inside her. She pushed her top up out the way and began caressing her own breast, her hand running over the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. With her other hand, still between her legs, she started gently massaging her clit.
Although I was growing increasingly aware of the discomfort of my position, kneeling in front of her while trying to fuck her, the sight of Angie playing with herself aroused me more than I would have thought possible. I found myself unconsciously speeding up, thrusting into her then pulling out, watching the way Angie’s pussy seemed to suck at my cock as if reluctant to let it go.
Suddenly, Angie’s fingers, which had been gently playing with her clitoris, started rubbing and pressing frantically at the little hood of flesh, while the finger and thumb of her other hand began desperately to pinch and pull, almost cruelly, at her nipple. Her brow creased and she screwed her eyes up, gritting her teeth as if in pain, as her body began to shudder beneath me.
As Angie began to orgasm I realised that I no longer had to hold back. Grabbing hold of the chair, I pushed myself up off my knees, scrabbling with my feet to get purchase on the carpet, and began thrusting hard into her. Part of me was vaguely aware of a rhythmic knocking sound as the back of the chair banged against the desk, but mostly all I could focus on was the look on Angie’s face, and my own impending climax.
Angie lifted her knees, wrapping her legs around me, forcing me to press harder and deeper into her quim. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me into a kiss so that the cry of our mutual orgasm was lost in each other mouths.
I felt myself cum, the sensation of release almost lost in the frantic motion of our bodies. Still I continued to fuck her, pushing myself inside her, feeling her body react until I couldn’t carry on any longer. Finally I sank back to my knees and rested my head on her belly, exhausted.
“You need to be making a move love,” Angie said after a few minutes, giving me a little nudge. “Your wife’s expecting you, remember?”
Reluctantly I stirred myself. After giving Angie a quick kiss by way of acknowledgement, I started to clean myself up and adjust my clothing. I glanced across to see that she was doing the same.
Before long we stood in front of each other fully dressed as if nothing had happened.
“So, err, I suppose I ought to say goodnight,” I started hesitantly.
“Yeah, you’d better.” Angie said, patting me on the arm. Then she lent forward and gave me a brief peck on the cheek, “But thanks love. I needed that.”
I smiled and watched as she left the room. As office parties went, this had been one of the better ones.
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