She expected she’d have to do it one day, but not so soon, not on this scale. They only hosted Thanksgiving, and Easter dinner a couple times before, but not a company party meeting.
Filling her in three days prior, he was too much of a push-over to refuse. So she scrambled to get supplies, make calls, though never managed to figure out how many people would be there. Her husband said around fifteen, she thought eighteen. It ended up as twenty.
The alcohol light today, several men including her husband sat around a table in a semi-serious discussion.
Apart from the extra people, another surprise came to visit.
“Angelica, you have arrived. You have quite the lovely house, and husband.” Opal said.
“They’re both quite nice, I didn’t know you had such an intimate relationship with him.”
“Working on the same team, I’d say we’ve gotten pretty close. He’s even come back to my place to help go over... important documents.” Opal seductively biting the bottom of her lip, her gaze shifted to her husband than back to her in a teasing manner.
Angelica’s grip tightened on the wine glass.
“They must’ve been important,” on the surface smiling an irritation swelled inside like she stubbed her toe, but couldn’t say anything.
No mistake she wasn’t upset that Opal showed up, it was at first pleasant seeing a familiar face amongst the wave of unfamiliarity, especially when hosting. However pleasure turned to confusion as she brought him as well.
Jason, across the room amongst a group of three her face was flushed when seeing him.
She parted the apartment expecting to never see him again, after thanking Opal for the ‘one time’ service. Yet. Here he was again.
“So why’d you bring him here.” She quieted her voice so that only the two of them could hear.
“He works at the company, I thought you could use some more after the last session. I’m worried for you after all, it takes a lot to drain him.”
“Drain him? Drain who of what?” Her husband surprisingly interjected.
Eyebrows shooting up in surprise the two looked between one another, only Opal speaking up.
“Drain him? Drain you of course,” she spoke quietly to both of them. “I heard your bedroom life is dry, so I’m giving a friend advice. Mind your business.”
“O-oh, sorry.” Getting a water bottle, he left back to the table in surprise.
“Let’s take this upstairs.” Angelica said.
——
“Listen you don’t have to interject in my, love life, I can handle it.” She announced, as Opal looked through her room.
“Now where would you put it.”
“Are you even listening?”
Looking under the drawer, the bed, checking for even loose floor boards, she finally came to the closet scouring to the very back bringing out a velvet box.
“I knew you wouldn’t give it up.”
In the box a black bunny suit, it was the kind you might find a model or a stripper wearing.
“Why’re you bringing that out?”
“Just some old memories… though, I think you still want ‘that’ life.”
“...What’s your point.”
“Join me for some fun, another night, another cock.”
“I can’t I am a wife.”
“C’mon your suffering, I saw those hungry eyes when Jason walked in. When all those other suit wearing men walked in.”
She turned her head to the side, she didn’t want it to be true. Though her words had merit, and ingrained deep within her.
“I’m fine.”
“Really.”
As if on cue the door opening, Jason walked in surprise painted on his face.
“Then you feel nothing seeing this,” eyeing Jason he approached.
Taking out his hardened cock she stroked it slowly, her thumb caressing its head. Getting on her knees, she blew hot air at his tingling cock.
“C’mon, hot steaming cock on the ready. Don’t you want to stick it in your wet juicy cunt. All you need say is yes.”
“No.” She muttered rolling the wedding ring.
Feeling warmth spread throughout her legs, a lustful heat surged in her.
Sighing Opal stood up leaving for the door, only stopping to whisper in her ear.
“Fine, you’ll give in eventually. Oh yeah, we can’t have your guest showing up the party with a hard on. It’ll be bad for business. Why don’t you relieve him,” she exited leaving the two alone in the room.
“This is awkward he said,” hardened dick in open air.
She was against it, however Opal wasn’t wrong, a hard-on like that wouldn’t just settle down. She told herself.
“I guess, we should fix your hard problem.” A primal excitement creeping in her, a blowjob would likely smudge her makeup so she turned around facing the wall.
Wearing a cute beige dress with small white dots, she lifted the dots to revel lacy black panties originally for her husband, now for this man.
“Don’t put it in, and only use my thighs.”
“Right.”
Grabbing her heart shaped ass, he thrusted between her mellow thighs. Braced against the door his hips rammed into her ass, and cock rubbed her moistened clit separated by a thin panties.
His hands playing with her back, a string was undone and her bra fell off her voluptuous breast.
“Huh, what’re you doing.”
“I need more than this to cum.”
Groping her breast beneath the cloth he fiddled with her nipple, while thrusting faster. Things were going well.
Till that knock on the door.
“Honey, are you alright.” Her husband called from beneath the door.
What is he doing here. Her legs clenching his cock, he pushed him down.
“I’m fine, I’m just looking for something.” Creaking the door open from an angle, she was met with his concerned eyes.
“Do you need help.”
“No it’s fine-,” two fingers pushing aside the panties he rubbed her clit, and caressed her cunt with his tongue. “Ah!... you should focus on the party, we have guest.”
“Are you sure, your face is flushed.”
“It’s fine.”
“If you say so… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”
“Are relationship, I know I haven’t been there as much as you want too. And I’m wonder are you happy with our current nightlife.”
A tongue slipped into her glistening pussy, her husband stood unaware behind a door, and a man she met a couple days ago behind. It made her excited.
“It’s fine… I know you’re stressed with work, so let’s take this one step at a time.”
“Dear...thank you, I love you.”
“I… love you to.” His two fingers rammed deep into her cunt, her husband exited.
Closing the door, she turned to the man with a refreshing smile like he did no wrong. However that wasn’t the case.
“You can’t do that while my husband is around.” She exclaimed.
“I’m just doing my job.”
“Job?”
“Satisfying unhappy wives in their marriages.”
“I’m quite happy.” She countered.
“Really?” Spreading his glistening fingers in front of her, his other hand caressed her ass. “Even now your shaking your ass in temptation, you're really thirsty for it.”
A red hot lust overwhelmed her, willed her, it toke over her thoughts. “Well maybe.”
“Don’t you think it’s time, your cunt gets a taste.”
“Well…” Walking to her bed, she laid down lifting her skirt up. “As long as you cum outside it should be fine.”
Locking the door with a smile, they were about to fuck on the bed her and her husband slept together.
Though it wasn’t cheating, I don’t love him, I’m just satisfying an urge. Everyone does it. She pushed the boundaries even further.
Spreading and propping up her legs he toke off her panties, leaving it dangling by her left ankle. Flipping up her skirt she was about to receive cock after three months of loneliness.
Her peachy cunt glistening in his eyes, he slid his cock along the clit thrusting his thick banana shaped schlong deep into her. Spreading her dormant moist walls he plunged base deep, quickly taking nothing but his head out, then rapidly pushed in again. A familiar feeling of filling sending ecstatic waves of pleasure through her crotch, he groaned in pleasure as he continued.
“Who’s better? Me or your husband.”
“You, I love your cock. I love cocks, I can’t live without them.” She moaned in the moment.
Feeling his cock twitch he pulled out holding his base tightly, only pre-cum at the tip. Swallowing his cock bitter cum burst in ropes down her throat, and she happily toke it all.
Her red lipstick smudged, she fixed it in the mirror as he laid down on the bed in a daze. His cock still out.
She still wanted it, more cock, it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She wanted to be fucked till her brain could only think of cock. You know, college.
Though she couldn’t, without invoking suspicion.
Looking back at the bunny suit, she felt a longing to wear it again. Be that person again. But she stored it back in her closet, in a spot she could no longer forget buried under clothes.
——
“So you think the companies been infiltrated.” The husband Earl said.
Around a table with other trusted colleagues, they at first found it astonishing that they contacted and toke the ad space they were planning on buying up. Then, several plots of land they were looking at were bought. So they came to a conclusion, the company was infiltrated by a rival, and they were a higher up given internal documents likely leaked.
“Is that even a theory anymore.”
“The company will be at a large risk.”
“Not only that are jobs are on the line, the boss might just terminate are branch.”
“He won’t go that far that’s ridiculous.”
“Are we sure it isn’t someone here.”
“Are we certain it’s not Opal.” Earl voiced.
“Impossible.”
“No way.”
“On what basis is this assumption.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
All the men opposed him whether having substantial or anecdotal reasons. One thing became clear to him. She had likely slept with them all, he didn’t have any evidence. However he’s known Opal through Angelica for several years, and he knew her type. A degenerate, someone who roped you into their bad habits and lifestyle, twice before she invited him to her apartment. Frequently in the office, she rubbed up against him with her breast, rubbed his inner thighs, and pretended to fall and hug him tightly. He wasn’t confident though he had a hunch, a little more time and he could probably get through to the higher ups. Then all these months of stress would be over.
He could feel her sly smile from across the room. Only worried, how deep her grasp were into the company.
——
It was mid-night most people had packed up and left, her husband had passed out on the bed. Only Angelica and Opal were left in the kitchen, sipping on wine.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay driving.”
“Jason’s my driver… though I don’t mind calling a cab if you want him for the night.”
“I’ve had enough… and I really shouldn’t be having anymore.”
“Still standing at your high horse being modest, I see.” Sighing she toke a swig of wine.
“I’m just being loyal.”
“Loyal you are, I’m holding a ‘party’ tomorrow. You have my number, if you decide to have some fun bring the bunny suit. We can have that college experience again.”
Words sweet as honey, she felt that hot lust come back. Forcing her to make a decision.
The party over and everyone soon exiting, she mounted her husband in bed sleeping peacefully, only his eyes fluttering to the surface of awake.
Lust ridden, her dress laid on the edge of the bed only clothed in her undergarments. Her cunt slowly grinding on his neither regions, she needed it. She wanted it. No, she yearned for it. It felt like lust would make her go mad if she didn’t.
“It’s a special night husband, don’t you want me?”
“Not today, I’m too tired.”
“C’mon.” Feeling at his cock, it was limp.
Like cold water dropped her, as he fell back asleep peacefully beneath her. She laid in sexual madness. Eventually coming to the thought.
Anyone was fine.
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