This is one of two stories I found long ago. The Author is unknown & it’s the hotter (IMO) wife’s version. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
I’ve led a pretty normal life as a receptionist at a dentist’s office, but that all changed on my 40th Birthday.
I was supposed to pick my husband up for dinner, take him to a fancy restaurant, then 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 me 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 showing off my garter belt and the tiny pink panties that I was wearing.
As I was waiting in the lobby at my husband’s office 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) and to make matters worse they invited us out for a drink and Vic wanted to go along. So, I told them “OK… but just 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. Many of the guys were leering at 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 getting the attention of these guys. The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what I did, and what my interests were, it was all very flattering.
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 the guys asked me if I had any tattoos, and everyone laughed. 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 being good-natured about it.
I excused myself to freshen up in the lady’s room. That’s when the first unusual event of the evening occurred. Instead of the three guys to my left getting out of the booth, they slid me over their laps, handing me down the line. I was taken by surprise that 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 went to the washroom without saying anything. I had to admit it kinda felt good being manhandled 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 me 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 in my place with the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist. My garters and panties were completely ******* only the table blocked the view for the rest of the bar. I quickly pulled my dress back down, as all of the guys in the booth grinned and smirked. I shot a glance at my husband, but Vic hadn’t noticed. again I said nothing, I 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 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 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 while, it became 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 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 we were trying to get the hem of your 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 into me smirking and said. “How are we to be sure that you are telling us the truth.”
“I’ll show you!”(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 ******** my panties, legs spread slightly by the table leg between my feet, and to make matters worse, my garter belt was under the panties and pulled the panties tight as I leaned back to show them. The 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 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 fingertips 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 didn’t finger-fuck me. Rather, it felt as if he was making love to me with that finger, I was completely at his mercy. I sat back in the booth, breathed deeply, and closed my eyes. After what seemed like an eternity I remembered that my husband was sitting about ten feet away. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing and saw that he was staring right at me causing me to lump a little and push Marcus's finger to one side. I reached for my drink and swallowed the rest of it down.
Rather than yelling at me, my husband simply smiled. 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 the table was blocking Vic’s view). I tried to act as natural as possible and said, “Sure.” Causing everyone to laugh sure 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, “It’s 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 fucked me with the other. The guy on the other side of Jake reached over and pulled on one of my knees and Marcus took my other leg and pulled it over his lap… so my legs were spread wide. Bill, a stocky, dignified-looking, black accountant reached over and fondled my breasts through my dress. I was such a slut and I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.
It took Vic a while at the bar, and the guys were tag-teaming me. They were taking turns fingering me and feeling me up. I remember panting to them, “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 and would block Vic’s view.
After Vic finished delivering drinks, I thought things would cool off, not so. A guy named Jim was fingering me 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, slutty, and ashamed, but it was one of the best orgasms of my life. I gasped loudly and sat forward taking a drink to conceal my orgasm.
My stupid husband didn’t even notice that two guys were fingering me to orgasm less than ten feet away from him. I didn’t want him to catch me, but I was starting not to care if he did. I decided to be more daring since other than my husband, I was the center of everyone’s attention. I leaned over the table and acted like I was grabbing the basket of peanuts in the middle of the table. The guys behind me went nuts and started running their hands all over my ass and legs, one of them was even fingering my ass. My whole crotch and ass were drenched with my juices. I sat down and right away everyone started eating off my plate so that I would need to stand up again.
A little later Vic went to the restroom causing them to maul me 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 got himself under the table between my legs and ate me, these guys were out of control and I didn’t want to stop them!
When Vic returned Jim bought another round, 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 a puppet. The guy on the other side of me unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick putting it in my other hand.
So, there I was, jacking off two guys under the table while Vic trotted off to get more drinks. After they both came all over my hands, Marcus ****** 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.”
“What do you have in mind? “
“I told Tom, the guy your husband has been talking to that he could eat you out if he told your husband that you lost your earring under the table.” Marcus chuckled, “If your husband sees you while you're sucking my dick, he’ll think that you’re looking for your earring.”
I 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 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, and even then he just watched.
I rounded out the evening by sucking off all of his co-workers while he sat, right there and watched, he was mesmerized, I think he liked it best when they were cumming down my throat. I would milk their dicks slowly with my hand and take deep swallows as they came.
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Since that day, I’ve lived a sexually liberated lifestyle. I’m a typical receptionist, but over the lunch break, I stop by my husband’s office and get fucked silly in someone's office, 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 could barely contain herself, and then on a later visit Marcus fucked her while she ate me out, that was my first time with a woman and after that, the secretary's and I had fun on the board room table on Friday while the men watched at the glass partitions. I do want to get her, Vic'secretary alone at some point but in the meantime, I’m enjoying all of the attention...
I’ve led a pretty normal life as a receptionist at a dentist’s office, but that all changed on my 40th Birthday.
I was supposed to pick my husband up for dinner, take him to a fancy restaurant, then 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 me 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 showing off my garter belt and the tiny pink panties that I was wearing.
As I was waiting in the lobby at my husband’s office 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) and to make matters worse they invited us out for a drink and Vic wanted to go along. So, I told them “OK… but just 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. Many of the guys were leering at 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 getting the attention of these guys. The guys all wanted to know where I worked, what I did, and what my interests were, it was all very flattering.
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 the guys asked me if I had any tattoos, and everyone laughed. 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 being good-natured about it.
I excused myself to freshen up in the lady’s room. That’s when the first unusual event of the evening occurred. Instead of the three guys to my left getting out of the booth, they slid me over their laps, handing me down the line. I was taken by surprise that 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 went to the washroom without saying anything. I had to admit it kinda felt good being manhandled 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 me 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 in my place with the hem of my dress bunched up around my waist. My garters and panties were completely ******* only the table blocked the view for the rest of the bar. I quickly pulled my dress back down, as all of the guys in the booth grinned and smirked. I shot a glance at my husband, but Vic hadn’t noticed. again I said nothing, I 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 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 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 while, it became 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 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 we were trying to get the hem of your 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 into me smirking and said. “How are we to be sure that you are telling us the truth.”
“I’ll show you!”(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 ******** my panties, legs spread slightly by the table leg between my feet, and to make matters worse, my garter belt was under the panties and pulled the panties tight as I leaned back to show them. The 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 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 fingertips 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 didn’t finger-fuck me. Rather, it felt as if he was making love to me with that finger, I was completely at his mercy. I sat back in the booth, breathed deeply, and closed my eyes. After what seemed like an eternity I remembered that my husband was sitting about ten feet away. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing and saw that he was staring right at me causing me to lump a little and push Marcus's finger to one side. I reached for my drink and swallowed the rest of it down.
Rather than yelling at me, my husband simply smiled. 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 the table was blocking Vic’s view). I tried to act as natural as possible and said, “Sure.” Causing everyone to laugh sure 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, “It’s 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 fucked me with the other. The guy on the other side of Jake reached over and pulled on one of my knees and Marcus took my other leg and pulled it over his lap… so my legs were spread wide. Bill, a stocky, dignified-looking, black accountant reached over and fondled my breasts through my dress. I was such a slut and I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.
It took Vic a while at the bar, and the guys were tag-teaming me. They were taking turns fingering me and feeling me up. I remember panting to them, “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 and would block Vic’s view.
After Vic finished delivering drinks, I thought things would cool off, not so. A guy named Jim was fingering me 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, slutty, and ashamed, but it was one of the best orgasms of my life. I gasped loudly and sat forward taking a drink to conceal my orgasm.
My stupid husband didn’t even notice that two guys were fingering me to orgasm less than ten feet away from him. I didn’t want him to catch me, but I was starting not to care if he did. I decided to be more daring since other than my husband, I was the center of everyone’s attention. I leaned over the table and acted like I was grabbing the basket of peanuts in the middle of the table. The guys behind me went nuts and started running their hands all over my ass and legs, one of them was even fingering my ass. My whole crotch and ass were drenched with my juices. I sat down and right away everyone started eating off my plate so that I would need to stand up again.
A little later Vic went to the restroom causing them to maul me 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 got himself under the table between my legs and ate me, these guys were out of control and I didn’t want to stop them!
When Vic returned Jim bought another round, 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 a puppet. The guy on the other side of me unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick putting it in my other hand.
So, there I was, jacking off two guys under the table while Vic trotted off to get more drinks. After they both came all over my hands, Marcus ****** 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.”
“What do you have in mind? “
“I told Tom, the guy your husband has been talking to that he could eat you out if he told your husband that you lost your earring under the table.” Marcus chuckled, “If your husband sees you while you're sucking my dick, he’ll think that you’re looking for your earring.”
I 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 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, and even then he just watched.
I rounded out the evening by sucking off all of his co-workers while he sat, right there and watched, he was mesmerized, I think he liked it best when they were cumming down my throat. I would milk their dicks slowly with my hand and take deep swallows as they came.
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Since that day, I’ve lived a sexually liberated lifestyle. I’m a typical receptionist, but over the lunch break, I stop by my husband’s office and get fucked silly in someone's office, 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 could barely contain herself, and then on a later visit Marcus fucked her while she ate me out, that was my first time with a woman and after that, the secretary's and I had fun on the board room table on Friday while the men watched at the glass partitions. I do want to get her, Vic'secretary alone at some point but in the meantime, I’m enjoying all of the attention...
