The Company Christmas Party [MF]

As I am sitting at my desk at work, looking at a picture of my wife and I, I am reminded of one of my favorite excursions with her.

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The plane touched down in NOLA as several members of my company exited the plane. We’re here for the company Christmas party where we sometimes do it big by flying out all the employees and their partners for a weekend away somewhere to celebrate. One of the nicest perks we have.

My wife, a 5′ 1″ cutie with a booty, dark brown hair down to her mid back, brown eyes, 34B breasts, 115 lbs, gorgeous smile, and curvy in all the places that makes men stop and stare. She grips my hand, calming me. I’m honestly a pretty anxious flyer. Hate heights. Myself, 5′ 8″, black hair and brown eyes, 160 lbs, somewhat slim and building towards the dad bod and actively trying to fend it off. Pretty average in the department downstairs with a straight upward curve. It’s weird but I make it work.

We spend the day sightseeing around the city, visiting Cafe Du Monde, a classic staple for New Orleans beignets and coffee, visiting the French Quarter district and taking in the sights and sounds of the city. Live street jazz, ghost tours, parks and river fronts. Over the course of the day, I can’t resist pinching and grabbing my wife’s butt while we walk around exploring the district. Her sundress leaves enough to the imagination as she playful resists my advances in public. We gander at the street art with me making critiques like I know what I am talking about but really she’s the one with an interest in art able to feel the emotion in each paint stroke, negative space, and canvas.

We head back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. The company affair is a black tie and dress event at a small high end bar to celebrate another great year at the company. Our biggest client had reupped with the company for another 18 months. The bosses, ecstatic with the progress of the company and how well everyone has contributed over the year. The best phrase over the course of the evening to a long year was simply, “Open bar!”

The drinks flow freely for all that evening in a bar area that the company secured for several hours. Some sit in the sofas making conversation and learning about how people were outside of work and how people met their significant others while the waiters came around offering a multitude of appetizers from oysters to wontons to shrimp in a dazzling array that delight the senses. Others hang around the bar and simply opt to keeping a glass as full as possible for the evening, trying to take full advantage of the situation.

I mostly stay near my wife who is wearing a tight fitting gold dress with black undertones coupled with 4 inch strappy black heels, a necklace that reaches down her midsection and bright red lipstick for color contrast. The dress was short enough that it would have had given any high school principal reason to pull her aside for a dress code violation but long enough that it was classy for a work event. Several of my female coworkers threw catty looks as they were used to getting all the attention from the guys in the office. Their judging stares clearly saying, “How dare she be prettier then me.” Their husbands failed to assuage their wife’s egos by staring longer than they should have in front of their wives. I couldn’t blame them.

As it was a black tie event, I was rocking a fitted two piece suit but I clearly garnered no looks or elicit compliments. My wife, on the other hand, was definitely the star of the show. She has the ability to charm just about anyone that she talks to, easy on the eyes, smart and witty. To me, she is the definition of elegance.

My wife worked through her third or fourth drink with little food in her stomach, grew more playful with her touches as the evening moved along. While we were sitting in a lull of a conversation with another couple, she leans into me while running her fingers through the back of my hair, telling me how horny she was getting while I was rubbing her thigh. That she couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. How sexy she thought I was. How wet her pussy is getting. I looked at my watch. My obligation ended in 20 minutes. I stressed the importance of staying at least until the end. She pouted and told me the bad things she wanted to do to me. We could skip dinner with some folks if she wanted. Her eyes told me her desire was not for more seafood.

*”Honey…”* she whispered into my ear as my rubbing grazed her freshly waxed pussy lips. No underwear. I could feel how slick she was on my finger tips.

Closing time creeped slower leaving me with a hard on and in agony but once my obligations were fulfilled the rest of the evening, I belonged to my wife. We bid my coworkers and bosses adieu and safe travels back home. See you on Monday.

We hustled to the car to get back to the hotel. No sooner than when the passenger door close, she immediately began to rub my cock through my dress pants. She rubbed up and down the full length eventually undoing my belt and pants while I frantically navigated the streets back. She fished out my dick and began to slowly stroke the shaft and alternating to playing with the tip and the pre cum telling me that she’s been waiting all day for this. She rubbed the cum all over the head of my cock as we zipped through the busy streets. She bends down and takes the head into her mouth sucking lightly and toying it with her tongue. Cruel as now I’ll have to redo my pants once we pull into the parking garage but I love it.

We make our way through the lobby and up some of the slowest elevators to the tenth floor. We make out and grope one another in the elevator like a couple of teenagers. As soon as the door closed behind us into our room, she pushed me into the wall undoing my belt and pants for a second time and thrusting my now hard cock into her mouth. I moaned as I watched her red full lips creep the full length of my shaft disappearing into her warm, wet mouth. In and out slowly she worked her magic on me. She pumped that cock slowly as she used her tongue to swirl around my cockhead, making my knees quiver. Her hand alternating between fondling my balls and ass pleasing me and driving me wild with lust.

*”Fuuuucccckkkkkk….”* coming out of my mouth was the only thing to break the rhythm of her sucking in an otherwise quiet room.

I placed my hand on the back of her head as she continued working her mouth over the length of me. She stopped as I slowly began to thrust into her mouth pushing further in with each stroke until the entirety of my member had vanished into her mouth. I told her what a good girl she was for waiting.

We moved to the bed where I turned her around and unzipped her dress slowly while passionately kissing her whispering to her how hard she made me. As the zipper reached the bottom of her dress, I pulled her dress down slowly while playing with her perky tits and nipples. I held a finger to her mouth and she took it in to suck on and coat with her saliva. With my other hand, I pulled the dress down to the floor completely and grabbed a handful of that tight ass that had been begging to be groped and smacked all day. Her necklace fell between her breasts. With my finger now coated in her spit, I began to play with her erect nipples, rolling them gently between my thumb and finger. I face my wife towards me and give her a smack on that ass. She moaned.

*”You’ve been a naughty girl haven’t you?”*

*”Yes.”* she nodded.

*”Have you been thinking about getting fucked all day?”*

*”Yes Daddy.”*

I pick her up over her dress and she responds by wrapping her legs around my mid-section, her heels digging into my back as we embrace into a deep kiss. I carry her to the bed. My clothes can’t come off fast enough as I look down at my beautiful bride laying on the bed sucking on her finger with her fuck me eyes.

I resume kissing her red lips exploring her, taking in her scent. My hands inspecting every inch of her skin, from her neck, her tits, her stomach and thighs. I was driven into a lustful rage where I had to have this woman in front of me. I had to satisfy her knowing that she had her pick of the lot but chose me. My lips ventured down to her neck slowly sucking on her skin and lightly biting her. Her hands reached down and found my cock again, pumping it and rubbing it all over her slit.

*”Please fuck me. I need you.”*

*”Not yet.”*

She may be my wife, my queen, but I love to eat her pussy. There’s something about being in control of her pleasure. To have her buck and to drive her wild and have her cum. To please her and watch her squirm, moan, touch herself. She knows it makes me so hard to have my face between her legs just tasting her.

I work my mouth down towards her promised land. She drapes her legs over my back and rests a hand on the top of my head gripping my hair, her other hand squeezing her tits, telling me to lick her pussy. My fingers part her lips as my tongue attempts to gather all of her wetness that has been exuding from her. My nose, buried deep, intoxicated by her smell as I kiss her pussy lips and lick her hairless pussy making my way to her clit. As soon as I slowly run my tongue over it, she shivers. The anticipation of her aching clit needing release. Her grip on my hair tightened as she begged me not to stop. She urges for my tongue to continue working. Her breathing began getting deeper and more rapid as I worked to her pace. I offered her my fingers to her mouth which she gladly took into her mouth sucking. I then worked them into her. First my middle, then my ring finger, as she lost herself in ecstasy as I slowly stretched her and sucked on her pussy button. I worked my hand in and out of her as she shuddered asking for another finger to fill her aching pussy but my fingers couldn’t satisfy her like my cock could.

*”I need your cock Daddy. I need you to fuck me,”* she breathed.

Unable to hold back, I licked my fingers not wanting her juices to go to waste and I settled on top of her and worked myself into her tight pussy. Even after so many years, she’s still tight that we start slow.

*”Oh god, you’re so big.”* Her eyes closed as I slowly entered into her.

*”See how hard you make my cock.”*

*”Yes Daddy, I love it.”*

I look at her, watching her expressions as I work my full length inch by inch down until my balls are resting on her ass. A deep missionary where I put her legs on my shoulders and control our pace. Her hands grip the sheets as she squeaks. She bites her lip, moaning as she takes all of me in her.

*”You love this cock don’t you.”*

She nods and I smack her ass.

*”I can’t hear you.”*

She eeks out a yes and I smack it again.

*”Louder,”* I command her.

*”Yes Daddy.”*

**SMACK**

*”YES DADDY!”*

She squeals as I begin working on her pussy. Building my tempo, sucking on her nipples. Her nails digging into my shoulders and back.

*”Fuck this pussy Daddy.”*

*”Whose pussy does it belong to?”*

*”It’s your pussy Daddy.” *

With that I work on driving the length of my cock almost all the way out and plunge it back into her. My cock glides deep into her cunt as she moans and squeals with each jab.

*”Harder Daddy! Fuck your pussy harder!”* she urged me on.

I’m now slamming to a war drum rhythm in my head watching as she writhes, watching her titties and necklace bounce with each thrust into that perfect pussy. Her sucking on her finger as I continue my assault. Punishing her for being such a cock tease all day. Fucking her like how I know my coworkers were eye fucking her all evening.

I flip her over and tell her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. She lifts her ass and wiggles it at me rubbing herself.

*”Daddy, do you see how wet your pussy is for you?”*

She loves being fucked doggy style the best where all she can do is hold on either to a headboard or I hold her arms while I plow into her. I love looking at her bubbled ass just bouncing as I push into her and seeing my cock disappear only to reappear. It’s the most beautiful magic trick. Our bodies working in unison of a push and pull where I pushing my hips and she leans back into my cock to accept it over and over. I pull the front of her neck up to my mouth, telling her to cum on my dick like the dirty girl she is.

*”Uhhh yes Daddy. All of my cum on your cock.”*

She cums hard as I fuck her relentlessly deep and hard each time with my balls slapping her pussy with each pump. I fill and stretch her pussy with my cock and then pull it out temporarily for a second only to fill it again.

Her tits and necklace bounced with each vigorous thrust. She tells me how badly she needs my cum in her. How she loves that my cock fills her tiny pussy. How much she loves my cock and thinks about being fucked by me.

*”Fuck your dirty girl Daddy!”*

Her dirty talk begins to build in me the urge to cum and I let out a guttural moan as I let her know that I’m close. I slowed my pace as my cock spasms my cum deep into her pussy. I push in deep and empty as much as I can while pulling her hips down on my cock. She moans telling me how much she loves all my cum filling her up as she used her pussy muscles to milk the last of me out.

We collapsed into the bed, a heated sweaty mess as we rub one another, telling each other how much we love the other and eventually falling asleep after our cleanup.

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It’s one of my favorite memories as I’m having to readjust myself in the office now with a hard on aching for my wife.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b3kdyc/the_company_christmas_party_mf