He was gorgeous. I first noticed him with wealthy widow number one at the buffet breakfast. His hand was resting on her ring-encrusted fingers. The same evening he was in the cocktail bar with bejewelled matron number two, sipping champagne cocktails. I was surprised when he targeted me in the ship’s casino the following evening, since I’m hardly of the blue-rinse generation, but it soon became clear that it wasn’t my jewellery he was interested in.

I’d just let a hundred bucks ride on red. ‘Risky.’
I looked up at the curly black hair, bright blue eyes, immaculate tuxedo and red bow tie.
‘What?’
‘Letting it ride. Too risky.’ The croupier’s voice rang out. ‘Twenty-three, red!’
‘I like risks.’
I let the bet ride again.
‘So I see. My name’s Peter.’ ‘Five, red!’

‘Lucky girl, er…’ ‘Suzanne.’ I stood up.
‘This is a lucky seat. Want it?’ ‘No thanks, I’m not a gambler.’ ‘Prefer a sure thing, do you?’

He stayed by my side as I moved away from the table. ‘What’s a sure thing, Suzanne?’

I decided to have some fun with him.

I’d been without for too long. There’d been no time since the last job. In any case, I wanted to be sure my instincts about him were right. And he was gorgeous.
‘How about we have dinner? You might find out. The bar at eight?’

Two hours later, we were sitting in a quiet corner of the dining room. The food and wine were exquisite.

Peter was an extremely entertaining companion. He regaled me with risqué stories of his experiences in the Far East.

He claimed to be a jeweller, travelling in search of gemstones for his London business.

The ship was docking in Singapore next morning and he asked me if I was going ashore.

‘No, Peter, I’m having a day in the beauty parlour.’ Was there a flicker of relief on his face?
‘The beauty parlour? You’re beautiful already.’
‘Very gallant. Do you think flattery might get you somewhere?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Fancy a stroll on deck?’

I steered us to a dark area by the lifeboats, looped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.

The kiss was long, slow and deep. Our tongues played together and there was a familiar tingling between my thighs.

I felt his hand on the front of my dress, and my nipples hardened as he fondled my breasts through the silk.

I dropped my hand down between his legs and heard him gasp as I ran my fingers up and down his erection.

I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear. ‘Nice cock, Peter.’

He started to speak, but I closed his mouth with mine, while I unbuttoned his black, formal trousers, pushed them down and wriggled my fingers under the waistband of his underpants.

His cock was rock hard and he groaned as I wrapped my fingers around it and eased it free.

‘Your place, Peter?’ ‘Yes!’
‘Okay, tell me the way and I’ll lead you there.’

I started to move, pulling gently on the hot pole of flesh. ‘What, like this?’

‘Yes, Peter.’
‘I…we…can’t!’
‘Don’t you want to make love to me, Peter?’
‘Of course I do, but…ahhh…’ His voice faltered as I ran my hand up and down the length of his cock.
‘Come along then, there’s a good boy. Pull your trousers up.’

We saw no one until we reached the elevator, where we found one of his companions of the previous day. Peter edged into a corner and pulled me in front of him.

‘Peter,’ the elderly lady said, reproachfully. ‘After this afternoon I was hoping you’d come back to my cabin, but I see you have a new friend.’

I squeezed hard and he groaned, deep in his throat.

She peered closely at us and I stepped to one side. Her eyes widened as she saw what I held in my hand.

‘Disgusting!’ she hissed, and pushed past as the doors opened.
‘Whatever were you doing in her cabin, Peter?’ ‘Oh, just evaluating some jewellery for her.’

I stepped out of the elevator and tugged his rigid cock. ‘Funny, I thought she recognized this guy. Right, which is your cabin?’

Once we were inside the cabin I released him and stood back. His face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He let his trousers fall to his ankles and grinned.

‘You’re a wicked bitch.’ His voice was hoarse.
‘That’s probably a good description. Stand still.’

He stood while I stripped him of his jacket, unclipped the red bow tie and placed it, with his gold cuff links, on a table by the bed. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it away. His upper body was hard and muscular and I ran my hand down his flat stomach and tickled the red, swollen head of his cock, which was poking out above the elastic band of his pants.

‘He looks uncomfortable.’

I hooked my thumbs in his pants and pushed them down to join his trousers. He kicked the garments away, lifted each leg in turn and pulled off his shoes and socks.

I stepped back and looked him up and down. ‘Very nice, Peter. Just one thing.’

I retrieved the bow tie and fastened it back around his neck.

‘Perfect.’

I turned my back.

‘Unhook my dress, and unzip me.’

I let the dress fall to the floor and turned back to him. You like?’

He nodded, wordlessly.

I unhooked my bra and let it fall away and watched his eyes lock on to my breasts.
‘Come on.’

I took his cock back in my hand and led him to the bed. ‘Lie back.’

I stretched myself alongside him and played with the swollen head of his cock, slippery with pre-come.

‘Suck my nipples, Peter.’

He lowered his head to my breasts. He sucked first one nipple and then the other until they were hard and swollen.
His hand moved down and stroked the front of my panties. He was gentle as he shifted the silk aside and played with my pussy. I groaned as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside me.

‘Take my panties off, sweetheart.’

He knelt between my legs and peeled the wet silk away, placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and eased them apart.

His head came down and I squirmed as the tip of his tongue parted my pussy lips. His fingers found the hood of flesh guarding my clit and rolled it back.

My breasts were tingling and I could feel the throbbing between my legs.
His tongue slipped in and out of my vagina and a fingertip traced a circle around my clit, never quite touching it. His tongue began a leisurely journey upwards, and I arched upwards off the sheets when the tip touched the swollen button. He sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue around it until my whole body was quivering.

I could feel my orgasm beginning. As it built he began flicking his tongue across my clit, faster and faster.

I felt like a tensed-up spring. He slid his fingers inside me again and began thrusting them in and out until I came suddenly, in wave after wave of pleasure. I heard myself scream as I clamped my thighs on his head, and collapsed back on the sheets. I felt him moving over me, and his tongue probed at my lips. It was slick with my juice and I sucked it into my mouth. The head of his cock touched the entrance to my vagina and I thrust up to meet it and groaned again as he slid it in with one hard thrust. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his waist and tightened my arms around him.

‘That was gorgeous. Do it to me again with your cock.’

He started with long, slow strokes, filling me and withdrawing almost completely, trying to tease me. I let him play for a while, then waited until he was fully immersed and gripped him with my internal muscles. He groaned and I laughed softly.

‘Faster now, sweetheart, or I’ll snap it off.’

He began to fuck me hard, moving faster and faster until once again the hot tingling began and the muscles around my vagina bunched tight.

I was gasping and I could feel Peter’s hot breath on my face as we bucked frantically together on the squealing bedsprings.

His voice rasped in my ear. ‘Oh Christ baby, I’m going to come, oh yeah, yeah…fuck!’

I could feel his cock swelling inside me as I ripped my fingernails down his back and came, in a series of long, delicious shudders. He let out a long rasping groan, and his seed spurted as his cock pumped furiously inside me.

We talked for a while afterwards, and drank cold white wine from the refrigerator. He told me some more stories, much more graphic this time, of his experiences with Asian women.

‘But Asian girls are usually servile,’ he said. ‘I really like women who go for what they want. Women like you.’

We drank some more wine and I watched his cock slowly getting hard. I played with him for a long time, using my fingers, teasing and tantalizing him until I was ready. I rode him this time, controlling him, stopping and starting until neither of us could take any more. The tiny alarm in my wristwatch woke me at six in the morning. Peter was lying on his back, his erection pointing to the ceiling.

I slipped off the bed, careful not to wake him, padded over to the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice. I took the little bottle from my purse, and added ten drops of its contents to the glass. I hadn’t expected to need it on this trip, but Mickey Finn has helped me out in the past.

I shook Peter and held out the glass. ‘Room service.’

He stared at me groggily for a moment, then sat up and drank it down.

Choral hydrate usually takes about forty minutes to take effect. I needed to keep him busy until then, and I thought he deserved a treat.
‘Lie back.’

I started on his balls, weighing them in my hand, and licking underneath them while I squeezed them gently. Then I went to work on his cock, holding it in the tips of my fingers and licking the full length of the shaft. I tickled the sensitive skin on the back of the head with my fingernails and with my tongue. The red-purple head was swollen and I ran my tongue round and around it, and rubbed the ball of my thumb back and forth across the slit.

He was panting hard by now, and I kissed the tip and breathed hard on it. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, which were beginning to glaze.

‘Yes?’
‘Please!’

The way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, but the way to his brain is definitely through his cock. If you want him brain dead, that is. I took it between my lips and began to suck. Twenty minutes later, he was breathing raggedly and his eyes were beginning to close. I had used my lips and fingers to bring him to the brink three times. His cock was throbbing and his eyes begged me to make him come.

‘This time, baby.’

After a couple more minutes his hips joined the rhythm of my bobbing head. I waited until the last moment to remove my lips and he moaned helplessly as hot jets of fluid splattered on to his stomach.

He flopped back and his eyes closed. He would be unconscious for about eight hours. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. Now I’d discover whether my instincts had been right. His wallet contained about U$5000 and business cards in various names, one of which was Peter Armstrong, FGA, International Jewels Ltd. The drawer in the bedside table contained three passports in three different names, a first-class air ticket from Singapore to London with today’s date, and another U$10,000 dollars in cash.

I put the cash in my purse It could join the rest of the laundered money I had placed in bank accounts at various ports of call during the voyage. Then I struck pay dirt.

In the wardrobe, I found a small jewel box containing two rings, which looked very like those that had adorned the fingers of the reproachful elderly lady.

I looked down at the naked figure on the bed. ‘Naughty,’ I murmured.

He was still wearing his black socks, and the red bow tie was still around his neck. I transferred it to his flaccid cock.

‘Oh for a camera.’

I picked up cuff links, dropped them in my purse, went out and hung the Do Not Disturb notice on the door.
Back in my stateroom I stripped, showered, put on clean clothes and packed a few essentials into a small bag. The black wig and heavy glasses, my three passports…

The U$15,000 dollars would more than cover the cost of the flight back to the States, and I could pick up a couple of new outfits in Singapore.

Then I had the bank accounts, and those rings. And the cuff links.

The boom of the ship’s siren announced our arrival in port and I laughed out loud at the thought of Peter confronting his lady friend.
He’d survive, after all he was gorgeous. It takes one to spot one…

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It’s been five months since dad left with another woman. He doesn’t even call to see if we’re doing ok. But It’s fine. At least now we know the true colors of that piece of shit. But still, it’s almost unbelievable how 21 years of my life were spent with someone who couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about us.

And since he’s proven he’s no longer a man and jumped ship, I had to move back with mom to help her make ends meet. But I guess that’s one of the few silver linings of all of this. I get to see her more and help her out both financially and emotionally. And that’s what’s most important. Especially since I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s still being affected. Not as severely as when it initially happened, but it’s still clear that she needs me.

“Mom, I’m home,” I call out as I walk into the house with groceries in my hands, “They didn’t have pineapples so I got you some mangos. I didn’t wanna come back without some vitamins so I grabbed the next best thing.”

No response. Weird. I walk out of the foyer into the living room and there she is, on the couch in her pajamas staring into the TV. She was always known to be too infatuated with her shows. I walk over to her and kiss her on her head, grabbing her attention.

“Mail’s here,” I say before walking in the kitchen to put everything up,

“Funny,” she responds, “You forget my pineapples?”

“Nope. In fact, they’re so offended that you thought I did, they turned into mangoes.”

“Aww. Well in that case, I apologize.”

“Nope. Deed’s been done. Plus, I have a feeling they’re into the mango life.”

“Well bully for them.”

I finish putting up the food and head back into the living room.

“So whatcha watchin’ anyway?” I question,

“Eh, just something that came up when I turned it on. It looked boring at first, but when I was about to turn it, it got interesting. So now I’m hooked.”

“Mind if I join?”

“Not at all, but there’s a few minutes left. Not sure what’s coming on after this.”

“That’s fine.”

I take a seat beside her, watching the last bit of whatever this is. But even with the snippet, I get what she means. This is interesting. I’ve gotta see if this comes on again.

But it ends and the next show comes up. As it goes on, I find that it really isn’t offering much.

Stale jokes, unnecessary laugh track, boring characters and plot, kinda disappointing. But as I’m stomaching the garbage before me, I feel some weight being applied to my shoulder. I look out of the corner of my eye to see that it’s mom’s head. She’s leaned against me and bunched up. Aww. It’s insane to think that just two decades ago, the tables were turned.

I subconsciously bring my arm behind her back, embracing her more and she accepts my embrace, wrapping her arm around me in response. She looks so comfortable. And she’s so warm and soft. I guess that should be expected from a mother, but this is different. I turn my attention back to the “show” and start blankly as the unamusing banters and dry plot. That is until mom starts giggling. Really? She actually finds this funny? But then she says,

“Havin’ fun there?”

I turn to ask what she means, only to discover that I’ve been rubbing her stomach this whole time. I immediately pull my hand away before saying,

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t me-”

She interrupts me by grabbing my hand and placing it back where it was.

“It’s fine,” she assures, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It’s actually nice.”

Odd. But ok. As long as she enjoys it. I start rubbing her stomach once again and she settles herself in the couch. This actually is kinda nice. I mean, removing the obvious weirdness of the gravity here, it is a bit soothing.

After a while, the show’s over. Thank God. And another show comes up. A few moments into it, I’m thoroughly confused. I guess it’s one of those shows where everything only makes sense if you watch the whole thing. It seems so convoluted. I have no idea what direction it’s going. Is there a war? Are these people oppressed? Why’s that kid crying? And why does everyone in the radius care? What’s with that door? Wha- waaait a minute, what’s happening?

“Well, well, well,” the man says after placing a finger under a frightened woman’s chin, “Would you look at what we have here? It would seem that the rebels have come to play. Interesting.”

She jerks her head away and says,

“Just shut up so we can get this over with.”

He pins her to the wall before saying,

“Fine. Just take all the fun out of it, why don’t you?”

He then gives her a deep kiss, groping and fondling her breasts in the process. Ok, yeah.

Thanks but no thanks. I refuse to have this in the same vicinity as my mother. I grab the remote to change before she says,

“Wait, hang on. I think I’ve seen this before. I don’t think anything happens. I think someone bursts in before he gets the chance to do anything.”

Um…Alright. The scene then transitions to her bent over a table as the man thrusts himself in and out of her. He groans out in pleasure as she grips onto the table, trying to hide her signs of enjoying it. Alright, something’s happening, no one’s showed up, what the hell? I turn to mom and she shrugs before saying,

“I can be wrong.”

Ok, she clearly enjoys this, so who am I to deprive her of her entertainment? So I tough it through. But I direct my attention above the TV. I just can’t look at this with my mom right here. But the sounds are just a little bit more difficult to ignore. After a few uncomfortable moments, the scene ends. Ok. That wasn’t too bad.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” mom says,

Yes. Yes it was.

“I guess not,” I reply,

“Exactly. It’s just a little bit of human body. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially since yours is showing to not be shy at all.”

You know what? She’s right. The human anatomy is a wonderful specimen and I shouldn’t be so- what the fuck did she just say?

“What do you mean?” I question.

She points to my crotch and my heart drops in my stomach. Before me is my raging erection trying to burst out of my pants. Oh, fuck. She giggles before saying,

“Now, now, what did we just discuss? There’s no shame in the human body. That’s just how it works. We laugh when we’re amused, we pee when we drink, we show our arousal when we’re…you know…aroused. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I mean, sure,” I respond, “But you’re my mom.”

“Yes. I’m your mom. Meaning I’ve seen it way before you did. And possibly more than you did in your diaper days. It wasn’t weird then. The only difference now is you have two digits in your age. You’re still my bouncing baby boy.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. I’m a mom. It’s what we do. Now don’t think about it too much.”

Ok. She just made this way less uncomfortable. She’s right. I’m just overthinking this. It’s just an organ that she’s seen years before I did. So what’s the point in making a fuss about it? I continue watching the show, piecing together some of the questions I had a few minutes ago in the process. Now I’m hooked.

Eventually, another sex scene appears. It’s a little different from the last one. This woman seems more into it. This gets me going again and I accept it. It’s natural. But this is somewhat worse than last time. This time, I’m physically uncomfortable. There’s only so much room in my underwear, let alone my pants, to contain me. I guess mom takes notice of this because as she maintains her focus on the TV, she says,

“You know, if it’s that bothersome, I wouldn’t mind if you just whipped it out.”

Hm. Odd request. Watching soft-core porn is one thing, getting a rager is pushing it, but this is exposing myself. Wait, wait, just remember what we just talked about. She’s seen it before. The only difference is my age. It’s fine.

“Alright,” I reply.

I unbutton and unzip my pants before sliding them off along with my underwear, freeing my erect member.

“Wow,” she says, “You’ve really grown, haven’t you? How can you not have a date yet?”

Oh, mom, so naïve about how girls only want guys who are good at something.

“Well,” she continues, “Since you’re committing, it’s only fair that I commit, too.”

She leans up before removing her shirt and pajama bottoms along with her panties. Again, odd request, but again, human anatomy. And oh my God, her anatomy is just outstanding. Her breasts, her body, her- what the fuck am I thinking? That’s my mother!

“Hey,” she says, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Can you hear me? I want the remote. This show’s boring and I wanna see what else is on.”

“Oh,” I say as I re-enter my state of mind, “Right. Right, uh, here you go.”

I hand her the remote before she gives me a grin and says,

“Thank you.”

She returns to her position, leaning on me as she scrolls through the different channels. My hand returns to her now exposed stomach, but I don’t move it. Mostly because now I might risk touching something and I’m just gonna stop thinking about that for the rest of my natural life.

She picks a channel to watch and sets down the remote. Now, it’s at this point I need to know, HOW HORNY IS THIS WOMAN?!? Why is she on the most adult heavy channel we have? Why does she know about this? Alright, calm down. Maybe this is just to drive the point home that she’s comfortable with this type of stuff around me. So maybe I should show her the same courtesy. Plus, she’s been so alone for so long. She’s bound to search for this kind of stuff in her free time. Yeah, the internet’s a bit of a better option, but maybe she’s like me and finds there’s something slightly more euphoric about finding it on national television.

I relax a bit, accepting mom’s choice, and watch as I’m greeted with two heroines in a run down amusement park being hypnotized by a villain. Of course, the acting is atrocious, but the scene afterwards is the real source of entertainment. It starts with him forcing the two girls to make out. It then transitions to one girl on her hands and knees with the guy pumping in and out of her as she licks the other girl’s center. With every moment this goes on, I’m just getting more and more turned on. I almost wanna stroke it right here and now, but that just crosses the line. I’m not jerking off in front of my own mom.

But as I say that, I get an intense jolt of pleasure throughout my body, starting from my penis. What the hell? My right arm is hanging on the back of the couch and my left is around mom’s torso. I look down and my mind just factory resets itself. Before me is the imagery of my mom with her hand wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it up and down.

“Mom, wha-” I start, but I’m interrupted with her other hand covering my mouth as she continues stroking,

“Shhhh,” she starts before saying in a sultry tone, “Let mommy take care of this, ok? Sitting in discomfort isn’t good for you. You need release. And I’m more than happy to give it to you, ok?”

Ok, this is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. But before I can object any more, she takes the head of my cock inside of her mouth, gently sucking on it as she continues stroking me. I let out a light moan as she sucks on it more and more. Eventually, she takes more of me inside of her mouth, getting all the way to the base after a few attempts. She then starts bobbing up and down my shaft, earning more and more moans.

As this goes on, my cares and worries dwindle more and more. Why is this even a problem? She likes it. I like it. Why question it? You know what? There’s no point in questioning it. I might as well embrace it.

I bring a hand to the back of her head, guiding her up and down my cock, as I bring my other hand to her soaking wet pussy, rubbing It with two of my fingers, earning moans from her. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick her juices off of them. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I stick my fingers in my mouth, coating them in my saliva before bringing them back to mom’s pussy and driving them inside of her before thrusting in and out of her, causing her to moan even louder.

She starts sucking a bit faster and I follow suit, matching her rhythm. Fuck, her mouth feels so good. But this isn’t enough. I want more. I need more. And I guess she wants the same thing because after a few moments, she takes me out of her mouth before giving a devious grin and says,

“You know, after your father left, I got sterilized.”

She then leans up and straddles me.

“I didn’t want you to have any brothers or sisters.”

She slowly starts grinding on me.

“You know why?”

I shake my head. She giggles before saying,

“Because you’re my special boy. You’re the only one I need.”

She then leans in my ear and whispers in a seductive tone,

“And I’m not one to share what’s mine. So use me to your heart’s content.”

She then lifts her hips and lowers onto my cock, letting out a moan in the process. I then grant her wish, grabbing onto her hips before lifting and lowering her on my shaft, causing her to let out louder moans. She then wraps her arms around my neck and elevates the pleasure for us both by rolling her hips with every decent.

“How’s it feel, baby?” she questions through moans, “You like how your mommy’s pussy feels around your dick? Hm? You like how she’s sliding up and down? I bet you really love how these tits are bouncing for you, huh? Yes. For you. All of this is for you. Now claim it. Claim me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me.”

I speed up my pace, thrusting into her in the process. She moans even louder as she tightens her grip and I tighten mine in response.

“Yes,” she moans out, “Just like that. Give it to me. Drive it into me. Fuck me until you fill me. You want that, don’t you? You wanna fill mommy up? You wanna give her your milk? Do it. Use me. Use me like a little fuck toy. I’ll be your toy whenever you want. I’ll take it like a good girl.”

Everything she’s saying is turning me on even more. How could anyone walk away from this? Thank God I inherited her brains. She brings her face closer to mine and whispers,

“Tell me you love me. Say it. Say you love me. Say you love this. Tell me how much you love mommy’s pussy.”

“I love you so much,” I respond, “I love fucking your little pussy. I can’t get enough of it.”

“Fuck! I love you, too, baby. Now show me. Show me how much you love me. Cum for me. Cum inside of me to show me. Do it. Give me your cum.”

After a few minutes, I feel myself getting closer and closer to fulfilling her desires. So I switch our positions so that she’s laying on the couch. I give her a passionate kiss as I thrust in and out of her as hard and as fast as I possibly can. She wraps her legs around my hips and I embrace her tighter.

Then, I moan into the kiss as I spill my seed in my mother’s insides, filling her up just as she wanted. And being the overachiever I am, I release so much, it starts leaking out onto the couch. When I finally stop, we take a moment to catch our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. I then break the silence and say between breaths,

“So…how’s about I get started on dinner?”

She nods before saying,

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

I give her another kiss and she reciprocates, cupping my face in the process. Afterwards, she looks me in the eye and says,

“Please don’t leave me.”

I hug her tight before saying,

“That thought would never even cross my mind.”

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A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party that was thrown by my boss. It was the beginning of the holiday season, and we were eager to go to a nice party, even though it was going to be mostly attended by my coworkers.

Karen and I had only been married a few years ago, after we met in college and fell in love, and we discovered very quickly in our relationship that I loved showing her off. Karen has a beautiful face and a gorgeous “girl next door” body, thin and curvy in all the right places but without looking like a plastic centerfold. Her crowning glory is her breasts, which were a small C-cup and were as perky and full as they had been in college, and were topped by perky pink nipples.

It turns me on to watch other guys stare at her, and Karen has indulged me by wearing tight dresses and low-cut tops. Once during the summer we took a trip to the south of France, and Karen even went to far as to take off her bikini top and sunbathe topless. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife’s gorgeous breasts.

But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won’t show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we’re at a bar or an event where we don’t know anyone, she’ll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she’s too concerned about her reputation to do anything more.

For the holiday party, Karen decided to wear a tight skirt and a wrap-around top. She had worn it to tease guys before, because It looked conservative, but if she bent over or twisted to her side it could open up unpredictably, and if she wasn’t wearing a bra you could get a peak at her tits. But tonight she wrapped the top tightly.

I was a little disappointed, but then again these were all my coworkers, so it probably wasn’t a smart idea to have them see my wife in a compromising position. So I swallowed it and we headed off to the party.

My boss’s house was much bigger than I thought it would be, almost a mansion, and when we arrived there we were ushered past a large foyer and several big rooms before reaching the party room. It was large and filled with lots of people, many of them my work colleagues and their spouses. Holiday decorations were everywhere, including mistletoe on every doorframe.

Karen and I began to mingle and chat with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely and after a while everyone seemed to be tipsy, and some even a little drunk. A lot of the women were also becoming a little flirty, which I was happy to see. There were many cute wives who were wearing sexy dresses, and I was happy to sit back and ogle them as they wiggled and danced around.

I lost track of Karen for a while, and when we met up again she had clearly been drinking a little.

“Are you having fun?” I asked her.

“I am!” she said. “But some of your coworkers are a little aggressive, sweetie.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I’ve had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!”

That wasn’t surprising. I knew Brad had the hots for Karen ever since he had met her.

“Did you let him?” I asked.

“Well,” she hesitated. “Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don’t mind, do you, honey? It’s just a little kiss, it didn’t mean anything. He’s just being a flirt.”

I smiled. “I don’t mind, it’s okay,” I said.

She grinned. “Come find me later, I’ll make it up to you,” and left.

I spent the next forty-five minutes wandering around. To be honest, I wasn’t that mad at Karen because I was being a little aggressive myself. One of my coworkers at the party, Christine, was an especially cute pixie-looking girl, with a short blonde hairstyle and a lean dancer’s body. I had managed to get her under one of the mistletoe and kissed her. She didn’t resist and even brushed her hand across my groin before she giggled and stumbled off. Another girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble-butt, so I helped myself a couple of times too.

When I saw Karen walk up to me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much more loosely than it had been at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was much more exposed, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It looked like if she moved too much she would expose a lot more.

Karen saw where I was looking and whispered in my ear, “I’m showing off for you!”

“Have you been getting into trouble?” I said.

“Only a little,” she said. “I know these are your coworkers, so I’m not being too naughty. But some of the guys were definitely trying to get a peek at my boobies. That friend of yours, Tom, wasn’t even hiding it! He was staring so hard I felt sorry for him and bent over so he could see more. I may have shown too much, I think he got to see my whole breast!”

That made me smile a little. Tom was the uptight guy in our department, so knowing how desperate he was to see my wife’s tits was amusing. I assured Karen that I didn’t mind a little flashing and that it probably made Tom’s night. We soon parted again and I spent some more time flirting with other girls and chatting about work with some guys in my department and my boss.

Soon after I noticed that most of the girls had disappeared from the party. A few minutes later they poured out of a room and began to spread out to talk to their husbands. Karen walked up to me. She was bright-eyed with lust and excitement.

“Honey, the wives all want to play a game, but I’m a little worried.”

“What game?” I said.

“It’s called Strip Mistletoe,” she said. “The husbands all strip down naked and stand underneath a piece of mistletoe. The wives have to parade around and when the lights turn off, they have to stand underneath one of the mistletoe with one of the husbands. When the lights come back on, whichever wife isn’t underneath a mistletoe loses an article of clothing.”

“Wow!” I said. “That sounds really fun. Don’t you want to play?”

“Well, one of the girls was telling me that the husbands all try to get really frisky during this game. Like when the lights are off, they feel up the wives and even try to get their hands in our panties. Are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, these are your coworkers. Are you sure you won’t mind if they try to feel up your wife’s boobs?”

That did stop me for a second. Showing off a little was one thing, but was I okay with these guys I knew groping my wife? But the idea still sounded hot to me, so I nodded. “It’s fine with me, babe. Just do what you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay!” she said. “And you’re not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?”

“Of course not!” I lied. “I just want to see you show off for me.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You’ll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing.”

That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I’d get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I agreed.

After a bit more crowd murmuring, everyone moved into the party room, where mistletoe had been set up all over the ceiling. The room had a lot of furnishing in it, which was a little surprising to me, since I didn’t see how people could rush around in the dark without running into tables or chairs.

All the guys except for me quickly stripped naked and found a piece of mistletoe to stand under. The girls all got in the center and started wandering around while the boss’s wife, Jennifer, who was a twenty-something trophy wife, put on some Christmas music and told me to keep the lights off for about a minute to give the wives time to find someone in the dark. I took my spot at the entrance to the room with light switch.

As Jennifer explained the rules to everyone, Karen walked up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Honey, do you want me to be the first to lose an article of clothing? I can do that for you if you want!”

She seemed so hot with anticipation I reflexively agreed. “Yes, baby, be the first to lose.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “What if I lose my top? I’m not wearing a bra! Your coworkers will see me topless. Are you okay with that? All of these guys you work with every day, they’ll see your wife’s bare breasts! They’ll know exactly what my boobs look like, and you won’t be able to change that once it happens!”

“I’m fine with it,” I whispered back. “I want you to lose your top and show off your naked tits for me.”

She grinned and headed back to the circle of girls. Jennifer shouted “go” and the wives started wandering around. I noticed that several of them were staying close to their husbands, hoping to jump into their arms when the lights went off, but some of the more adventurous ones were wandering toward other guys.

After a few seconds, I shut the lights off. The main lights went down, but there were so many Christmas lights and electric holiday candles on that you could still see fairly easily in the dim light. There was a general shriek from the girls as they started to scramble around. Karen, I could see, made it a point not to find someone.

After a minute, I turned the lights back on. Karen was still in the center and cried a good-hearted “Oh no!”

Jennifer shouted from across the room. “Karen loses! Go to the light-switcher and tell him what you want him to take off.”

Karen walked up to me and winked so that no one could see. “I guess I’ll lose my top!” she said.

I grabbed the sides of her top and pulled them apart. Karen had loosened them enough already so that they fell away in my hands. In a swift motion I pulled it off Karen and she spun around to face the room. Everyone burst into cheers as her full naked breasts and pink puffy nipples were completely exposed. Karen had a wide grin and was blushing, which made her naked chest and flat tummy look even hotter.

The girls all got in the center of the room again and started wandering around. Every guy, all of my coworkers, were staring open-mouthed at my beautiful topless wife as her tits jiggled and bounced as she proudly walked around the room. Sometimes she would look back at me and smile, but mostly she was too wrapped up in the attention all the guys were giving her.

I turned the lights off again, and there was another commotion. This time Karen found her way to Brad. A lounge chair blocked most of my view, but I could see that the second she reached him his hands immediately went her tits. She turned her back was to him, and let him freely grope and maul her breasts.

When I turned the lights on, Mary came to the center and asked me to take off her shoes. I complied and got a chance to feel up her legs a bit. When I looked over at Karen she was leaning back into Brad, with her eyes half-closed in pleasure while he pinched and pulled her nipples.

The game went on like this for several more rounds. It was a real turn-on for me to strip down some of the wives, who let me feel them up as I took off their clothing. One wife was down to her bra and another were walking around in just a blouse and their panties. But the husbands under the mistletoe were the ones having most of the fun. They got more and more aggressive on each round, feeling up the girls and even putting her hands under their blouses and dresses.

But all the attention was still on Karen, who was the only one who was topless. She made sure to be with a different guy on each round, and even through the dim lights I could see how they eagerly groped her tits. Some of the guys she stood chest-to-chest and let them grope her all over, but with most of them she turned her back to them and pushed her ass into their groins as they fondled her tits and tummy. One round I saw her with John, a guy in the cubicle across from me at work, who seemed the whole time to be groping her ass under her skirt. The whole time she had an erotic, hot look on her face that turned me on even more.

After the next round Karen lost again. When she walked up to me she whispered, “Honey, I think I may have gone a little too far,” and lifted up her skirt. Her panties were torn in pieces, and hanging off one of her thighs. Her pussy was red and soaked.

She saw my look of surprise and confessed. “That was John. When I stood next to him, he turned me around and put his hands under my skirt. He ripped my panties a bit and pushed them to the side. and. . . and. . .”

“…and what?” I insisted.

“Well, he pushed his thing up in me, sweetie. He pushed his big thing up inside my cooch and just me rocked back and forth with it inside me while he groped my boobs. I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to stop him, I swear. But it felt really good and the lights were dim, so I thought it would be okay if I let just one of your coworkers fuck me for a little bit. Is that okay, honey? I know you wanted me to be naughty and show off, so it’s okay if I let the guys you work with fuck me a little bit, too, right?”

That was shocking to me. I was fine with them seeing Karen topless and even naked, and feeling her up a little bit, but actually fucking my wife? But something else suddenly struck me.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘the guys’? You said it was just John,” I said.

She hesitated. “Well, at first it was. But maybe some of the other husbands noticed, I don’t know, but after him they all started trying to push their cocks up inside my cooch. Every guy I got under the mistletoe with reached under my skirt and ripped my panties a bit more and then stuck his thing up inside me. Even your boss did! He was so eager that I think he even squirted his cum up inside me!”

She looked at my reluctant expression. “But that’s okay, right honey?” she whispered. “That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your hot naughty wife to tease all your coworkers and show off her boobs for them and let them fuck her a little bit?”

My hesitation faded away. The way she was saying it turned me on even more, and now that she had already fucked several of the guys, it wasn’t going to get any worse.

“Let me take these off and make it a little easier,” I whispered back, and ripped off her panties completely.

“I love you!” she fiercely whispered back, and joined the group of women again.

On the next round, Karen ended up with Brad again. I watched as he immediately bent her over the back of the nearby chair and seemed to stick his cock into my wife’s cunt. In the dim light I could see Karen’s mouth drop open as my coworker who’s had a crush on her for years pumped his dick in and out of her while he fondled her tits.

When the lights came on, Christine walked up to me and asked me to remove her bra. “Let’s pretend this didn’t happen at work tomorrow,” she said and smiled.

I smiled and unclasped her bra, and took a few seconds to grope her small perky breasts. As I did, I looked around. Most of the wives were getting groped very heavily, and some looked like they were also being fucked by the guy they were with. But my real attention was on my wife and Brad, who kept on pumping into her and didn’t even seem to care that the lights were on. Most of the husbands were focused on the girl they were with, but many of them still kept looking over to see Karen’s round tits bouncing and wobbling as Brad pounded into her.

On the next round Karen lost again and walked up to me. “Honey, I want to be the first naked. Okay? I want all your coworkers to see me my bare boobs and bush and watch me walk around totally naked in front of them. I want you to see me showing off for you and watch them grope my boobies and fuck me. You want to see that, right? You want to see all the guys you work with stare at your naughty naked wife and feel up her boobies and stick their cocks inside her?”

“Yes, baby,” I said. “Go show off for me.” She grinned and announced to the room that she was going to lose her skirt. I pulled it down and my wife stepped out of it, completely naked in front of all my coworkers. Everyone could now see my wife’s full naked tits, her flat stomach and her trimmed bush. Karen walked back to the center of the room and paraded around, grinning as everyone ogled the most private parts of her body.

As hot as it was, I was a little conflicted. These guys were people I knew and saw everyday. My wife was someone they occasionally saw at social events or when she met me at the office, and now they were all watching her naked and even getting a chance to fuck her. What was it going to be like at the company from now on, working with all these guys who had seen me wife naked and had fucked her?

I pondered this even more over the next few rounds, as Karen made sure to get with every guy. During one round I saw her again with my boss, who in the dark was bending her over a table and looked to have his cock inside her. Another time she was with a guy closer to me, who went so far as to stand her up against a wall and fuck her against it. She made eye contact with me and shyly grinned as she grabbed his ass and drove him into her pussy even further. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder watching my wife smiling at me while her tits bounced with the rhythm of another guy pounding into her.

After a few more rounds, the girls were all totally naked. Many of them looked like they had been fucked at least once, but some of them were clearly resisting anything more than just groping. Only Karen looked like she had let all the guys do anything they wanted.

After another hour of playing with all the wives naked, we decided to call it quits. Karen and I accepted an invitation to sleep over and I quickly pulled her into the bedroom. As soon as we got in, she pulled my clothes off and started stroking my cock.

“Did you have fun tonight, sweetie? You’re not mad at me, are you?” she said.

“No,” I said, “why would I be mad?”

“I got really carried away, I think,” she said. “I let all your coworkers stick their cocks in me at least twice, and some even more. A lot of them even shot their hot cum up in my cooch! Your boss did twice. So did Brad. And all the other guys kept feeling up my boobs and butt while they fucked me. Everyone noticed, too, I could feel them all staring at me in the dark while I let their husbands play with my tits and fuck me. I’m going to be so embarrassed tomorrow!”

She started stroking me harder and harder. “But you’re happy with it, right? I know you always want your wife to be naughty and flash her boobies and show off for you, and I wanted to make you happy and let your friends see me naked and feel me up as much as they wanted. I wanted you to see all of them take turns fucking your naughty wife and shooting their cum inside her. It was so exciting, but mostly I did it to make you happy!”

Karen reached down and took my cock in her mouth, and I groaned as I came harder than I ever have in my life. She swallowed every drop, and after I collapsed onto the bed she snuggled up next to me.

“I love you, baby! And maybe next time I’ll be just as naughty!” she cooed. It sounded like a great idea to me.

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