[MF] Pregnant, married co worker at the Christmas party

It’s that time of year again. Christmas party season is upon us. Nothing like an office Christmas party to make facing your colleagues awkward as hell the following Monday. Hook-ups, fall outs, drunken confessions and of course an absolute shit show display of dance moves.

**A Hot Thought**

A couple of years ago I took a promotion at work that removed me from “the field” and made me pretty much office based. My role is very male dominated and generally older gents from 40 and beyond. Me? 29 years of age, the youngest in my role. We shared an office floor with the accounts department that was very female dominated and pretty much all good looking in their own right. It was like a group of runway models walking through the office and of course there were no complaints from the guys.

One girl caught my eye. Zara. A total stunner. 5’8” with a figure and long legs that made her look 7 feet tall. Dark hair, tanned complexion. Just… YES! I guessed she was 27, or thereabouts. Well actually I hoped she was about 27 but truthfully thought she was more 24 or 25 and that left me a little disappointed that she was so much younger.

“Oi you” snapped Mick from the other side of the office, rudely dragging me out of my daydream. I had been caught checking Zara out in her figure hugging red dress, that showed every curve in her body and the outline of her thong.

“You watch what you are doing, she’s married” Mick went on.

FUCK! What a way to shatter a guys dreams.

One day Zara came over to my desk started engaging in casual conversation. Despite working metres from each other, we rarely had reason to interact. She was asking how long we had all worked for the company, went on to ask my colleague his age then asked me. I returned the question hoping to put an end to this mystery that nobody seemed to know. 36 she said! Couldn’t believe it. Gob smacked! Thirty-fucking-six?! Unreal. What was her secret?

As time went on she started making noticeable effort to have conversation with me. I was sure I was picking up flirtatious vibes. I was confused though. Married, a fair bit older and the fact that everybody wanted to fuck her. Take your pick Zara. Argh who knows? One day another girl from accounts passed us in the canteen and said we looked like a little married couple, sitting there bantering away.

“This is my work boyfriend dontcha know?” Zara said. Ok, the hints were getting heavy now.

By the time the Christmas party was approaching it was apparent Zara was a few months pregnant with a small bump on her otherwise flawless figure. No it wasn’t mine! It served only as a reminder that any ideas I had about her were purely fantasy and chalked it all up as a bit of workplace fun and banter.

**The Day Of The Party**

“MY HORMONES ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE!” barked Zara as she stormed into the office kitchenette, interrupting the tranquility of my tea making process. She seemed annoyed about something but quickly cooled off in my calming presence.

“I feel like I need sex all the time. I’m so frustrated. I’m always horny!” she went on.

Wow, wow wow. Ok we went from zero to one hundred real quick. She carried on in her rant about everything and anything.

“I just need a hug. Come here” she said as she was already making here way to me. I don’t think I had an option. This girl was getting her hug whether I protested or not. Obviously I wasn’t saying no to wrapping my arms around a total hottie. Oh and she smelled delightful.

“Thanks, I’ll see you tonight handsome” as she planted a wet kiss on my cheek about an inch from my lips. It sent a shockwave through my body.

**Off The Clock**

The Christmas party was at a nice hotel, where most of us booked rooms for the night. I arrived with and sat with my immediate colleagues. I was discreetly looking out for Zara and co but trying not to make it obvious. Then in unison a group of high pitched female voices called out my name from behind me. “Come sit with us.” Oh boy. Thats when you know you’ve been the subject of female office gossip. Another thing. If these girls looked like 9’s in the office, they were 11’s when they were done up to the nines for a night out.

A group of us ended up in a somebody’s suite at the end of the night. Everybody was hammered apart from Zara who was obviously completely sober. You wouldn’t have thought she was the sober one with her flirty behaviour though. I had been sat on the sofa and she somehow ended up in my lap with her legs diagonally over me. Of course I put my arm around her and a hand on her leg. All in the name of stability and comfort. She began kissing my face and running her hands over me. Touchy feely to the max, head pressed into mine. I remember thinking to myself, “is this weird?” Nobody else batted an eyelid. They were all wasted, chatting drunk nonsensical shit between them. I was wasted. Fuck it I thought. We ended up locked into some crazy, drunk (for me), wet kissing with Zara slightly hiking her dress up and straddling me. Surely this is weird now? Nope, still nobody paying attention. That open bar really worked wonders.

I was rock hard. I was drunk and had lost all inhibitions. I wanted to fuck her. But it was probably wrong. Was it wrong? I needed to use the bathroom. That and cool off. As there was so many people in this one room and a few people already waiting I decided I’d go back to my room down the corridor.

“Where you going???” an inquisitive voice trailed behind me. Zara was taking a brisk walk in my direction. As brisk as she could get in her heels. When she got to me I put my arms around her and started kissing her again. She had unzipped my trousers, worked her way around my boxers and my dick sprang through the gap, She pulled on my shaft as she kissed hard back. I had to get into my room before I was caught with my cock out. I turned her around and pushed her backwards towards my door where she kissed and wrapped herself around me while I fumbled for the key card. As soon as we got behind the door she pushed me back toward the closed door, dropped to her knees and sucked on my cock giving me the best blow job I think I’ve ever had. She sucked. She tugged. She took me in as far as she could. She went till I spurted my load into her mouth then sucked me dry while she massaged my balls.

Now I had to give something back. The plan was to tease her and eat her pussy. I led her to the bed. She went straight on to her stomach and slightly arched herself up. Ok I can work with this. I pushed her dress up over her hips and pulled her thong off then kissed up her legs til I was teasing her pussy lips with my tongue.

“Will you rim me babe? *He*[her husband] won’t do that for me” Zara moaned in a sensual tone that sounded like a mixture of begging and pleasure.

There is not much I wouldn’t do to this girl. Eating her ass is most certainly an approved activity. I wasted little time changing direction. Still teasing. Working my way to her hole. Circling the edge. Licking. Building the intensity. Enjoying how worked up she was getting. I could feel her fingers slide down and play with her wet pussy as I ramped up the intensity working my way to tongue fucking her tight asshole. As soon as my tongue pushed in and penetrated her she came to a shuddering orgasm before collapsing onto the bed. It was all over so quickly but in explosive fashion.

She ended up on her side, backed herself into me and fell asleep in my arms. When we woke up I was only in my underwear and Zara had lost her dress to the ground, with only a bra covering her swollen breasts and no knickers. We looked at each other and we both knew it was back to the real world and real life soon and just went in mutually for for the kiss. I was already hard and horny with morning wood and positioned on top of her. She wasted no time pushing my boxers down and grabbing my dick pulling it into her. It felt like her pussy was gripping my cock as I pounded hard and fast. I pushed her legs apart. Weirdly, I got very turned on seeing her lying there, pregnant, exposed and me filling her pussy. This was all exaggerated by how horny, wet and turned on she was.

You can cum in me, don’t pull out” she moaned.

The sex was raw and animalistic. Cumming inside her with no risk and no worry was liberating.

Her husband standing in the lobby as we both exited the lift together was not so liberating.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e1q5u9/mf_pregnant_married_co_worker_at_the_christmas