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To my darling wife,
I both love and hate the holiday season. So many parties and functions to go to. Sometimes with you, sometimes without you. Today, it is just you, your boss and some other people from your work.
As I watch you prepare to go, I admire you new, slim and sexy body as you slither into a tight low cut top that shows off your impossibly abundant cleavage. You deliberately choose a short black skirt that barely covers your thigh-high stocking tops. A revealing pair of thong panties lie underneath the skirt . You slip into your sexiest high heels that make your already alluring legs longer and shapelier. Finally, you apply liberal amounts of makeup and tizz up your long, silky hair.
“I just want to make love to you right now”, I say to you.
“That’s the whole idea”, you reply. “But it is getting late now. You better take me to the restaurant.”
I drive you the short distance to the restaurant, almost crashing the car several times as I have one eye on your legs – your skirt keeps riding up and I can clearly see your soft bare thigh above the stockings. As we stop at the restaurant, I kiss you goodbye, and wish you a naughty time.
“No chance of that! Just a lunch with the guys and girls from work at this restaurant”, you say as you leave.
My erection intensifies as I watch you get out of the car, pull your skirt down and strut away with swaying hips to the restaurant. Still I go home, and I imagine all the looks you are getting in your very revealing outfit.
As the hours go on, I wonder why you haven’t called me yet to pick you up from the restaurant. Lunch shouldn’t take that long, surely. I message you, but no reply. Then finally you call. You sound breathless.
“Don’t worry about picking me up, my boss will take me home”, you say.
“But the restaurant is only a few minutes away. I can be there in a jiffy”, I suggest.
“I’m not at the restaurant”, you reply naughtily. “I’ll see you soon.”
20 minutes later, I hear the sound of a car outside. I peer through the front window, and see your boss helping you out of his German prestige SUV. I notice that he slaps your ass you walk way, and you turn back and grin at him. You come in the door, hair and makeup a mess, clothes slightly askew.
“What happened?”
“I’ll tell you if you make love to me right now.”
How could I refuse that? I notice unmistakable flecks of cum in your hair. As I take off your top, I see lots of sticky, slimy liquid between your breasts. When I take off your skirt, I notice that your panties are soaked right through, semen leaking out profusely and saturating the tops of your stockings.
I peel off your panties and enter you. I slip in easily, your pussy very wet and sloppy. I’ve never felt anything like it. That felling to entering a cum filled pussy. You moan as I start pumping in and out, savoring the new sensation of making love to you after a wild night of partying. I kiss you and I can taste cum on your breath.
“Careful. Don’t press me too hard”, you warn as I thrust harder. “My stomach is also full of cum.” But that just gets me hornier, and I fuck you deeper and harder.
“Oh, yeah”, you coo, teasingly. “I swallowed a whole lot of jizz today.”
And then you proceed to tell you how you got turned on by all the stares you were getting. When your boss offered to take people back to his place for some drinks, some of the guys went along, but you were the only woman to take up the offer.
At your boss’ place, you continued to be the centre of attention. You started dancing to the seductive R&B on the stereo. Gyrating your hips, flashing your thighs and panties to the rapt audience.
Your boss was the first to make a move, unzipping your dress and peeling it down your body, then legs, letting it fall around your ankles. From there, there was no going back. Many big hands seized you, all at the same time, snapping off your bra and sliding those tiny panties down. In no time, you were standing before a group of men, dressed only in your thigh high stocking and heels.
You tell me how they scooped you onto the edge of your boss’ bed. Your boss entered your sopping wet pussy first, and you climax almost straight away on his big cock. He ploughed you while he propped your ankles on his shoulders. And you tell me how he asked you where you want him to dump his load, and you told him to “Fill up my pussy”.
After that, you boss handed you over to all the other guys. For most of the afternoon, you were on your hands and knees surrounded by cocks, in front of you and behind you.
You tell me how much you loved been the focus of all these guys, and how many times you climaxed on these strange new cocks. How hot it was having all that sperm squirting inside and all over your body.
With that I could not stand it any more and I add my load to the countless other ones deep in your pussy. I get up, and carry you to bed. You are exhausted, and you fall asleep almost straight away. I stand there for a long time, admiring how my lovely, once-shy wife was the life of the best Christmas party.
With love,
Your husband.
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My wife read this note before the party, and loved it. In real life, the party wasn’t that exciting. But she was at that lunch for many hours, and she didn’t answer any text messages. Eventually, I got a text from her: “Don’t worry about picking me up. My boss will take me home
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