It was about 5:30 in the evening, and our guests would be arriving soon. We were throwing a small party to celebrate your promotion, and a bunch of your colleagues, as well as your new boss, were coming. Of course, you wanted everything to be perfect.
I thought you looked so dignified and yet sexy in your dark gray pants and purple button down shirt. Your look could possible be described as "smart casual", but all I could think about was how broad your shoulders and chest looked, and how much I hoped that the party would be brief so that I could have more alone time with you. But I pushed those thoughts away, needing to get dressed myself after having set up all the food and drinks. I left you in the living room, prepared to greet the guests as they arrived, and went to change out of my dressing gown and into something elegant, yet casual. After trying on several outfits, I finally settled on a knee length skirt that showed off my toned calves, with my favorite pair of black heels. I matched this with a casual, low-cut top that exposed cleavage that was probably just bordering on descent; my 32B breasts spilled slightly out of my bra, which didn't show in the top, but made my dΓ©colletΓ© seem more ample than usual. I let my hair down, deciding that it would be more relaxed and it brought out my green eyes, and with a quick makeup check and one more twirl in the full-length mirror, I joined you once again.
Your eyes widened when you saw me, as you unconsciously licked your lips. So, we want each other, I thought to myself, this will make the party more interesting. The doorbell interrupted our lust, and soon the party was complete, as all your co-workers arrived. It was a nice group of people, and they all seemed happy to be on the same team as you. Drinks flowed, as did the conversations, and it was a rather successful gathering. Soon, the hours had passed and the people began to trickle out. I started to bring some dishes into the kitchen, and you followed me in carrying some other odds and ends.
We found ourselves alone in the kitchen, and I went over to you, leaning up to you so that I could kiss you softly. I walked on past you, and was about to re-enter the living room, when you grabbed my arm and pulled me to you, growling. I looked up into your penetrating eyes as you towered over me. Your hand in a fist in my hair, you lowered your mouth to mine, firmly holding my head in place as you probed my mouth with your tongue. I started to pull away from you to return to our guests, but you maintained your grip and wouldn't let me move.
Suddenly, we were interrupted by an embarrassed cough. Your boss' wife had come to get me because more guests were leaving, and wanted to say farewell. I sent you out to say goodbye to your colleagues, while I stayed in the kitchen, turning a bright red as this woman looked at me. "Well, you two certainly can't keep your hands off each other, can you?"
I knew I was blushing, and was going to mutter some apology, but I saw something in her pale blue eyes that made me say instead, "Yeah, well, I'm sorry that you had to see it, but it certainly beats the alternative, don't you think?"
She stood there, looking at me for a few moments, and then nodded. I gestured for us to return to the living room, but she hesitated, turning slightly away from me as she looked for the words she wanted to use. Finally, she commented that it looked like a passionate kiss, and that her husband never kissed her like that. I told her that it was about more than just passion, but that it was also a kiss that clearly showed our interaction. I explained to her that I was your possession, to do with as you pleased, and that I found it so freeing to not have the control over the situation. She asked if I might kiss her that way. I protested, saying that it wouldn't be appropriate. So, she walked over to me and pressed her body close to mine, brushing her lips softly against my lips. Not holding back any longer, I found one arm snaking around her slim waist to hold her close to me, as my other hand slid behind her head, keeping her in place. Kissing her more deeply, our tongues plunged into each other's mouths.
When we finally pulled away from our kiss, we saw you and your boss standing there watching us. She started to stammer some kind of explanation, but he held up his hand, stopping her. "That is the most erotic thing I've ever seen you do, please don't apologize," he said, "That would just ruin the moment." We all stood there, awkwardly, wondering where to go from there.
After a few seconds that seemed to last for hours, she walked over to her husband, looking up at him meaningfully, "I don't remember the last time you kissed me like that, if you ever did. I know it's strange, but I think these two know things that you could learn to please me." She paused, and then added, "And I know that you haven't been satisfied in a long time, maybe you could finally get what you need, too." He looked down at her for some time, his silence heavy with thought, and then finally nodded, agreeing.
We all walked into the living room, and I asked them what they wanted that they weren't getting. They couldn't quite specify, just said that the spark was gone. It was agreed that we should start with kissing, and work our way along. I sat next to you, and you grabbed me by the throat, holding me in place as you turned to face me, our mouths tight against each other as you kissed me violently. You squeezed gently on my throat, and I thought I might pass out, but it was just enough that I felt my heart racing and my body became aroused. Forgetting the presence of the others, I reached for your body, my hands groping in between your legs. When you pulled away from the kiss, I asked if I could please suck your cock. You nodded, releasing your grip on my throat as I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of the couch where you were sitting. Managing to maneuver your pants down, your hard shaft popped out at me. The dark skin beckoned to me, calling me to lick my way up the thick shaft before taking you deep into my mouth. I was lost in the moment, when I was reminded of the situation by your boss suddenly speaking.
"You know, Jasmine, I don't remember the last time you did that to me." He looked at his wife, half-expectantly.
"Well, Ethan," she replied, "seeing as you've never seemed to enjoy what I did, I decided it wasn't worth the effort anymore."