This is a true story from the 1970s when my wife and I worked at the same company but in different buildings. On the day in question, I had arranged to meet her and drive her home after her office party. She was a little merry but I was blissfully unaware of what had happened earlier. She only admitted the events to me a few years ago when we were talking about office parties.
The sales director who ‘seduced’ her was about fifteen years older than us and it turned out that all of her department knew about what had happened even though I remained blissfully unaware until her confession. I now recount what she told me…
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It was Christmas Eve, and on the walk back to the office to an impromptu party from a lunch where the wine had flowed, her supervisor warned her not to be surprised if one of the directors asked her ‘for a Christmas kiss and a bit more.’ Her prediction proved to be true as, within minutes of being handed some wine in a plastic cup, the sales director told her he would like a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe in his office and led her there by the hand. Who was she to disobey her supervisor and a senior manager?
Expecting a peck, she was taken aback when he locked his office door as they went inside and immediately started a passionate snog which she found herself responding to. This guy, in his thirties, was a much more experienced kisser than her younger boyfriend. Minutes into the kiss, his hand went under her jumper and began massaging around her stomach and belly button.
When there was no negative response from her, the hand moved north and began caressing her breast. Despite being outside of her bra, he was encouraged that he could feel the nipple hardening as he touched. This led to him moving his left hand up and onto her other breast, again bringing a hardening of the nipple.
The kissing continued as he moved his hands temporarily to her back and they deftly undid her bra before returning to the front to access her tits with no hindrance. Again, he was pleased that there was no resistance from her and her nipples, which he had squeezed, were now rock hard.
Taking this as a green light to explore her further, his right hand moved back down her body, past her stomach and began burrowing inside first the waist of her skirt then her tights and finally her panties. He found her clit and teased it with his fingers. He was encouraged by the fact her kissing became more urgent and her breathing increased in speed. His hand moved down to the entrance to her pussy and he inserted a finger, delighted to find her to be quite wet.
A second finger also found its way inside and he began rhythmically fucking her with them. Her gentle moans let him think he could go further, and his left hand moved from her breast and skillfully undid the catch on the rear of her skirt and pulled down the zip. He swiftly removed his other hand from inside her and both hands pulled down her skirt, pants and tights leaving her naked from the waist down. Next, he pulled her jumper up her arms and over her head, then moved her bra down from her elbows, leaving her totally naked.
He lifted her so her backside was resting on the edge of his desk, and with great urgency, pulled his own trousers and pants off, exposing his excited penis, which she noted was larger than what she was used to receiving. Before she had a chance to say anything he rested his member on the edge of her crack and quite forcibly entered her. Within seconds, he had developed a rhythm that left her groaning with pleasure. The animated fucking continued for a few minutes until he came, filling her with his semen.
He withdrew, kissed her again, and wished her a merry Christmas. Sheepishly they both dressed. He unlocked his door and saw her out into the open office where she tried to act normally as she returned to her wine, but she knew that as other co-workers looked at her flushed face they had a pretty good idea about what had happened…
As I progressed in the company, I attended the same meetings and functions as the sales director. Sometimes my wife would accompany me. Until she confessed, I had no idea about what had gone on but the cuckold in me loves the thought that so many other people knew about what she had done. My only regret is that I did not know at the time!