Sir Robert recommends… my top ten sexy stories involving coworkers

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We covet what we see. Truly. And most of us go to work everyday and share the office with our coworkers. We might even chat with them more than with our significant others. Thus, at some time, 90% of us become attracted to a colleague. There are loads of good hot stories about coworkers and sex in the workplace and here you have the cream of the crop:

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“Warehouse Work” by Bonfils – MMMF

Warehouse

Tanya could hardly concentrate on her work. Her thoughts kept returning to the proposal – the proposal made to her by the men in the warehouse. And every time she thought about it she was more enraged and had to get up from the computer to shake it off. What were they thinking? What the hell were they thinking?

Around 10 a.m. one of her co-workers had told her that the guys in the warehouse wanted a word with her. Tanya had wondered about that – usually she wasn’t in touch with the warehouse at all.

So, leaving her office and crossing the yard to the big warehouse building, she was a little bit curious.

It was a big, chilly room, with cardboard boxes stacked all the way to the ceiling along every wall. And seated around a tiny desk in one corner, the men sat drinking coffee. There were three men working there today, and she just barely knew their names: The young, skinny apprentice was named Johnny, the handsomely built guy in his mid-twenties was named Rick, and sitting at the head of the table was the oldest of the men: The stout and somewhat grumpy looking Sven.

Rick had spoken, and Tanya hadn’t believed her ears. They wanted sex with her – all three of them.

“I know it sounds rude,” Ricky quickly added. “But please let me explain.”

Tanya leaned against the huge metal door, listening. The men looked at her curiously, as if judging whether she could be persuaded. Raising her chin, she looked at them with quiet contempt.

“You can say no and leave,” Rick said. “Actually we’re already out of line here. If you want, you could get us fired.”

It hadn’t occurred to her. She wondered why Rick would even mention it.

“And don’t think we disrespect you,” he went on. “A lot of girls fantasize about sex with several men. And – well, we thought you might be one of them.”

In a flash, Tanya imagined herself lying naked on the table, surrounded by the three men. She imagined their erect cocks, tasting one on her tongue, feeling one in her pussy. The men’s hands caressing her naked body. Herself climaxing on the table, the sound of her screams echoing between the boxes in the storage room.

Confused, Tanya shook her head. Where did she get those ideas, anyway?

“But if you’re not into that kind of stuff,” Rick went on. “We’re very sorry, and of course you’re free to leave. But if you should change your mind the offer still stands.”

Tanya hadn’t thought of anything to say. Silent and confused, she’d left the warehouse and returned to her seat in the main building.

What the hell were those jerks thinking? She was seething with rage, but even so the images of sex with the three men kept returning, distracting her even more. The more she tried blocking them out, the more vivid they got.

Now young Johnny was pumping his strong, powerful cock into her. Then Rick’s big beautiful cock was fucking her. And then the thought of Sven brutally attacking her pussy made her shiver.

Damn! Couldn’t she think of something else? Tanya looked out the window. The sun was shining on the parking lot from an almost cloudless sky. “A lot of girls fantasize about sex with several men,” she thought.

Tanya didn’t usually fantasize much about sex at all. She was single at the moment and why get all hot and bothered about something that wasn’t going to happen? Or was she repressing some desires? Had the men’s rude proposal brought them out into the open?

Whatever. Maybe fantasizing about sex with several men was fun. But she knew one thing about fantasies: Never try to live them out. It was bound to be a disappointment – never as exciting as the fantasy.

(“But if you should change your mind the offer still stands…”)

Tanya got up quickly and went to the restroom. There was something she needed to do…

She locked the door and stood in front of the mirror. She saw her hard nipples poking the fabric of her shirt, and without thinking she gently caressed her breasts with both hands. Oh, that was wonderful. Moaning, Tanya closed her eyes. She kneaded her breasts, pressing them together, massaging them hard. She was getting hotter every second.

Then she unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off along with her panties. Tanya studied her pussy in the mirror. Her juice made the labia glisten and the curly hairs stick to her skin. Parting her wet pussy lips with two fingers, she exposed her tiny, swollen clit. She caressed it hesitantly and shivered with lust. Then she started masturbating.

Yes, that was wonderful. And now – finally – she allowed herself to think of the men in the warehouse.

One by one she saw them pull out their cocks: Johnny, Rick, Sven. Stiff, throbbing cocks just getting ready to fuck her. Mmm, yeah. Tanya rubbed her pussy, overcome by desire.

In her mind they came towards her. She was lying down and they stood around her, showing off their erect cocks. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

She lay there watching them calmly masturbating. They laughed at her, softly. “What was that?” Rick said.

“Fuck me,” Tanya repeated. “Fuck me, all three of you. Please fuck me.”

But suddenly a distinct voice cut through her fantasy. She thought it sounded like Sven.

“No,” the firm voice said. “Not here. Not here, Tanya. Only in reality.”

Letting go of her pussy, Tanya jumped away from the mirror. She looked around, confused. What was happening here?

Out of breath she sat down on the toilet seat and wiped her dripping wet fingers with a paper towel.

She pulled up her jeans. What the hell was going on here? She couldn’t even masturbate anymore? Apparently, that damn fantasy had taken over completely. Well, okay – only one thing to do then.

Tanya left the restroom, passing the reception on her way out.

“I’m just going over to the warehouse,” she said.

– – –

The huge metal gate of the storage room slammed shut behind Tanya, startling her. The men looked up in surprise and saw her. Again they were sitting at the small table, studying something. A porn magazine? Either way, there was an air of hot lust about the men. They had been waiting. They had been fantasizing about her, too, ever since she’d left.

Their desire made Tanya brave, devil-may-care. She locked the door so that no one could come in and interrupt them. Johnny and Rick stood up. Sven remained seated at the head of the table, staring at her.

No one said a word. No one came over to her. Tanya took a deep breath. She didn’t dare. Yes, she did … she had to … she couldn’t help it. And trembling with excitement she did what she had been dreaming about:

Tanya pulled of her jeans and panties, exposing her dripping wet pussy to them. Leaning against the cold metal gate, she masturbated in front of the men, like she had been masturbating alone. But this turned her on so much more. Madly, she rubbed her tender clit, panting with lust. Then she pressed two fingers inside her pussy and started fucking herself with them.

The men watched her attentively and she heard them grunting approvingly. This turned Tanya on, making her shameless with lust. She spread her shapely legs wide, thrusting her outstretched fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned loudly in time with her finger-fucking.

She looked at the three men. Cocks were swelling in Johnny’s and Rick’s workpants. Young Johnny stared at her with wide-open eyes, gasping for breath. But Sven just sat there, not moving a muscle – utterly unmoved by Tanya’s sexy performance.

She was about to come. But she felt like waiting a little. Slowly she let her fingers slide all the way out of her pussy. Then she put them to her lips, licking her own hot sex juices. Rick moaned deeply at the sight and she caught his eye, as she teasingly let the tip of her tongue lick her fingertips.

She hadn’t noticed that young Johnny had joined her. He knelt down, sniffing the smell of Tanya’s hot pussy. And suddenly she felt his wet tongue between her legs.

Tanya moaned loudly, as Johnny’s thick tongue poked its way in between her labia. She clenched her pussy muscles around it, but Johnny kept pressing and squeezing his tongue further and further inside her. All the way, letting the tip of his tongue explore the velvet folds of her cunt.

“Ah, ah,” she sang out, her legs trembling beneath her. But his amazingly strong arm grabbed her, holding her pressed against the cold metal door.

Slurping greedily Johny tasted the love juice flowing down his chin, as his twisting tongue slid in and out of her pussy. Tanya felt his hot breath against her abdomen as he panted with excitement.

She was trembling all over from desire. She grabbed the back of Johnny’s neck, pressing his face against her slit. She her Johnny grunting, as his tongue thrust all the way into her red-hot slit. And then she climaxed.

“Aaah!”

She nearly passed out with ecstasy. And just like in her masturbation fantasy Tanya’s screams of orgasm echoed in the storage room. Shamelessly slurping, Johnny drank her juices as her body squirmed in orgasm.

“Oh,” Rick moaned lustily, squeezing his swollen cock through the fabric of his work pants. Without further ado, Sven stood up and started clearing away coffee cups and porno magazines from the small table.

Johnny stood up. He still had to hold on to Tanya, who was completely exhausted. Now Rick joined them. And as Sven gave a sign, the two men lifted her up and carried her to the table.

They placed her on her back on the table and stood around her. Rick unbuttoned his pants, letting his erect cock jump out. It must have been well over eight inches long and stood vibrating in front of Tanya’s face. She gasped at the sight.

Panting, Johnny, too, fumbled with his work pants, finally getting his cock out. It was long and rather thin, but already hard as a rock. The foreskin was rolled tightly behind the huge bluish helmet, swelling madly before her eyes.

At the head of the table, Sven sat smiling fiendishly.

Without a word Rick grabbed his cock, slamming it repeatedly against Tanya’s red lips. She immediately opened her mouth, letting the stiff, hot cock slide in. She sucked it gently, and Rick gave a loud gasp.

Johnny stood between her legs and parted her pussy lips with two fingers, making Tanya squirm with pleasure. She was about to talk to him, beg him to fuck. But at that moment, with great force, Rick pressed his cock deep into her throat.

Tanya choked and swallowed, as Rick brutally started thrusting in and out of her mouth. She could tell that Sven was enjoying the sight.

Young Johnny was getting hot, too. He let go of her pussy with one hand and instead slid his long cock into her. Tanya pulled her mouth away from Rick’s cock. She just had to cry out with lust, as Johnny thrust deep into her: “Oh yes. Oh yes.”

Johnny’s cock got wet and slippery from her hot juices, and rhythmically he started pumping in and out of her cunt.

Grunting impatiently, Rick grabbed the back of her head. The only thing on his mind was his own cock and how to use Tanya’s soft, wet lips to satisfy his desires.

Obediently, she licked the stiff, trembling member, the tip of her tongue playing teasingly around the helmet, tasting the clear liquid starting to flow from the tip. Then, finally, she took it into her mouth, rhythmically sucking his swelling cock. Rick gave a deep moan of excitement.

Johnny fucked her in a steady rhythm, getting ever more aggressive. His long, rock hard cock thrust into her tender pussy, over and over. Tanya spread her legs for him, twisting with pleasure. Servicing two men at once turned her on. To be available – their sex toy. It turned her on like nothing she’d ever known. And Sven watched it all unperturbed: Watched them fucking her, savoring the sight of her helpless lust.

Johnny’s cock swelled madly in her pussy. “Ohhh,” he yelled. And suddenly he froze between her legs – and his cock started ejaculating. Climaxing, Johnny yelled out loud, as Tanya felt his member spitting hard jets of hot sperm way up into her pussy.

Rick pulled his cock out of her mouth and nearly pushed Johnny out if the way to get at her pussy. He was almost drooling with lust, as he placed his swelling cock at the mouth of her pussy. But with intense concentration, he inched his hips ever so slightly forward, letting only the exposed head of his cock slip inside her – and then he held it still.

Gasping, Rick let his bulging helmet feel the burning heat of Tanya’s pussy. Then he bent over her.

“Do you want it?” he snarled. “Do you want my cock?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Tanya begged. “Give me your wonderful cock. Fuck me.”

Sven grunted with satisfaction. He enjoyed watching Tanya humiliated by her own lust.

“What do you want?” Rick barked. “What? What?”

She saw Sven unbuttoning his workpants. And she shivered at the sight: His cock was enormous – a monstrous, thick member, blue veins swelling beneath its rough skin.

“Say it,” Rick whispered to her. “Say it again.”

“Oh fuck me,” Tanya sobbed. “Fuck me with your big cock.”

Sven held his giant cock in one hand. And slowly he began jerking off.

“I’ll fuck you hard,” Rick hissed. “I’m gonna give you my cock till you scream.”

And with one wild stroke he rammed his hard cock into her. All the way, making her gasp out loud. Again and again it thrust into her, as Rick sweated with the strain.

The clear fluid slowly flowed from Sven’s cock as he stood next to Tanya’s face.

“No,” she whispered out of breath.

“Suck his cock,” Johnny ordered. This young man already had a hard-on again.

“No,” Tanya gasped, “I can’t…”

And she came again. The orgasm gushed through her body, even more violent than before. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out.

But their mad lust had made the men merciless. Sven just laughed satanically at her helplessness, showing off his erection to her. Rick’s hard cock pounded her cunt relentlessly. And Johnny commanded, as if nothing had happened.

“Do it! Suck his cock, you filthy little whore!”

And reluctantly, Tanya opened her mouth to the huge, bluish-red head of Sven’s cock. Sven slowly let his hard cock slide over her wet tongue, letting her taste his hot lust.

“Ohhh,” he groaned – a deep animal noise, making Tanya even hotter. She immediately started sucking his fat cock, making loud, smacking sounds.

Tirelessly, Rick was pumping her pussy, his rock hard cock tightening to the limit with each thrust into her warm, slippery crevice.

Johnny stood beside the table, masturbating at the sight.

“Well,” he hissed, “You’re getting fucked? Are you?”

Sven’s huge cock swelled in Tanya’s wet mouth. The helmet was bulging, his semen boiling in his bursting balls. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth, dripping with saliva, and held it in his hand.

“Ohhh,” he moaned in his deep voice. “Let me fuck her.”

Rick thrust one more time into Tanya’s pussy – hard and deep, making her shriek. Sven smiled wickedly and slowly Rick slid his cock out of her. Sven then turned her onto her belly and stood behind her ass. His cock pointed straight up, trembling with lust.

Rick and Johnny stood around the table, expectantly massaging their cocks.

“Now fuck her,” Rick said.

“Let the bitch have your fat prick,” Johnny panted.

Grunting, Sven slid a thick finger up into Tanya’s cunt. She felt so hot and wet, she thought she was going to come again.

“Make her beg for it,” Johnny said.

Sven’s finger slipped in and out of her dripping wet pussy, making her squirm and sob with lust.

“Is it Sven you want?” Rick whispered into her ear.

“Mmm,” Tanya whimpered.

“Say it,” Johnny ordered.

“Tell him to fuck you,” Rick whispered.

Sven laughed fiendishly. With one hand he stroked his monstrous cock. With the other he was finger-fucking Tanya, slowly and thoroughly, her round ass rotating before him.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”

“Say the word,” Johnny yelled.

Sven’s treatment made Tanya gasp. No. Now. Now she was about to come again. He closed her eyes in unbearable lust.

“You know how,” Rick said teasingly. “And you won’t have his cock, until you say it.”

Tanya whimpered. Then she took a deep breathing and yelled into the storage room:

“Fuck me, Sven! Give me your fat cock! Is that what you want to hear? Fuck me, goddamnit! Sven, fuck me with that giant cock of yours!”

Sven grabbed hold of her hair, pulling it hard. Then he let out a yell, pressing his huge cock up into her pussy from behind.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted. But she didn’t have even half the huge cock inside her yet.

“All the way up,” Johnny grunted. “Fuck her.” He and Rick were masturbating like mad.

“No. Stop,” Tanya gasped.

Sven thrust as hard as he could. His giant member pressed into her stretching pussy, making her sob.

“Well,” Rick whispered viciously. “That’s what I call a cock, isn’t it?”

And with one last, brutal thrust Sven buried his cock in Tanya’s aching pussy.

“Oooh,” she whimpered.

“Fuck her,” Johnny gasped.

And Sven started fucking. The huge cock was wet and slippery from her juices, and Sven slowly slid it in and out of her. Oh, that was wonderful. It filled the entire width of her pussy, and with each stroke she felt its hardness. Felt every fold, every vein on the rugged, stone hard cock. The entire tender inside of her pussy was caressed, massaged and teased by Sven’s incredible sex tool.

“Mmm, delicious cunt,” he snarled.

Eyes glazed, Tanya looked up at Rick and Johnny. Panting and sweating they watched her getting fucked. And before her eyes they stroked their rock hard cocks.

“Ohhh, I’m gonna shoot off,” Sven murmured.

And quickly he pulled his cock out of her. Johnny and Rick turned her onto her back, and the three of them stood around the table, masturbating.

“Come on,” she gasped. “Let me have your delicious sperm.”

Here Tanya lay. On the tiny wooden table, a few yards away from her workplace, while three lusty men stood around her jerking off.

God, she was hot. Her fingers found her soaking wet pussy and her swollen, aching clit and she began to masturbate.

“Yeah, play with your pussy,” Johnny whispered.

And at that moment Tanya climaxed for the third time. Already utterly exhausted she just lay there, letting the waves of lust wash over her, emitting low wailing sounds.

The men, too, sensed her orgasm, and that set off their own ejaculations.

Rick was the first one to come.

“Ahhh,” he shouted angrily, long jets of sperm shooting from the tip of his cock, splashing hot across her cheeks. He spurted again and again, and the sight of his ejaculation set Johnny off, too.

Johnny let go of his cock, and Tanya watched it jerk madly, as he came.

“Yes,” he shouted, as the first spurt of his lustful cream flew through the air. His cock was pumping wildly, jet after jet of boiling hot semen hitting Tanya’s burning face and breasts.

She thought he’d never stop, but finally his ejaculation subsided, and he squeezed the last sluggish drops of sperm onto her skin.

Sven was in control to the end. Grunting he masturbated his giant, swollen member, watching his to workmates spraying Tanya with their semen.

“Now you get my load,” he snarled.

“Spray me,” she whispered. “Do it.”

“Ohhh,” Sven yelled, letting go of his load.

It was incredible. The huge cock spurted like a fountain. Two foot long jets of thick, warm sperm shot over Tanya’s naked body. Opening her mouth, she tasted his strong, salty drops on her tongue.

Slowly the three men settled down, pulling away from her. Tanya lay on the table, her breasts and her face covered in their sperm. She shivered, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being bathed in their semen.

They brought her a clean, white towel, and slowly she wiped off the semen and got dressed.

The men poured coffee. Tanya had a cup, too. Now they were completely calm, relaxed. The animal savagery from a few moments ago had disappeared. Even Sven seemed like a nice, normal guy.

“Thanks,” she finally said.

“Well, you’re welcome, ” Rick laughed.

“You were fucking great,” Johnny exclaimed.

“So were you,” she whispered.

They sipped their hot coffee in silence for a while.

“Well,” Rick said. ” I guess you have to get back to work.

“Yeah,” Tanya laughed and got up. “I think I’d better.”

“Very well, Sven said. “But if you should change your mind the offer still stands.”

Tanya was silent for a moment. Then she laughed out loud. And the men laughed along with her.

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“Ok… but just one drink – Husband’s view” by Gilglim – MMMF

Bar

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.

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.


4038197324_f23a251c6d_sIn my opinion, Gilglim is a master of the genre. He did not only create this incredibly hot sexy story but also wrote a variation in which he viewed the experience from the eyes of Linda. You have to read it also. Trust me: you have to.

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Photo: “Bar” by Elvissa, published under a creative commons license.