The Executive Christmas Party
Cale Hickok
Neither Marla nor I had ever been to the Executive Christmas Party which was an invitation only party at my company. My seventh Corporate Headquarters Christmas Party would be next weekend. Still to get an invitation to the Executive Christmas Party after less than seven years at Bigsby Applewright was a real accomplishment.
Marla and I had graduated from State U. and married right after graduation/. Our parents thought it was about time as we had been living together for over two years. Marla had worked three years, right up to Chrissy's birth. After that, she became a stay-at-home mom. James had come along two years later, and Alvin had come just a few months ago. Marla had worked hard after each pregnancy, going to gym in the evenings after I got home from work. We were able to finance this lifestyle, including our five-bedroom house, because living costs were low in Bigsby Applewright's hometown, and I was a rising junior executive.
Almost every hometown employee and many of the out-of-town employees, who were mostly involved in Sales, Advertising, or Marketing, came to one of the Company Christmas Parties. Because of the number of employees, the Christmas parties were divided up into one for the Corporate Headquarters and one for each of the five plants. The parties for the plants were usually held in the warehouses. The Corporate Headquarters Christmas Party was held at the largest hotel in town. The Executive Christmas Party was a different matter altogether. It was held at the palatial home of H. Ron Applewright, Chairman of the Board and CEO, and a descendant of one of the founders of the company. The general rule was that invitations were only given to members of the executive cadre, which didn't include junior executives, such as me unless they were in line to be promoted out of the 'junior' cadre.
Of course, Marla had to have a new dress. I could never understand why the less material in a woman's dress, the more expensive it was. She selected a maroon, stretch satin, V-neck with side slit. It was like someone had cut a panel out of the back because except for a strap connecting the shoulders there was no back, the void extending below where panty hose would have been had she worn them. She couldn't wear a bra because of the depth of the V-neck, and she couldn't wear panties because of how high the side slit extended. The backless portion of the dress highlighted her buttocks, the V-neck showed off her 34C's, and the side slit highlighted her well-toned legs. The stretch satin conformed precisely to her curves. At least we saved the cost of a matching lingerie set.
The mansion was set back a couple of hundred yards from the main entrance gate in the wrought iron fence. Security checked our invitations at the gate. There were two porte cocheres, red and yellow striped sawhorses indicated that admittance was only allowed at one. I drove up to that one which was serviced by valet parking. We entered a small anteroom, where we again showed our invitation and were issued name tags, mine indicated my Bigsby Applewright position.
Through the anteroom was a huge ballroom, I joked with Marla that our whole house would fit in it. Before we could even get our first drink, we had to go through a receiving line which included the Executive Vice-President and Chief Administrative Officer and his wife, the President and COO and his wife, and H. Ron Applewright, who had been divorced for several years. The first four shook our hands and exchanged meaningless pleasantries, such as 'Happy you could make it!' Although H. Ron briefly touched my hand, he was much more interested in the portion of Marla's bust exposed by her new dress than in any of my attributes. He did tell her that she was sure to be 'the belle of the ball because she was the prettiest lady there' and 'be sure to save a dance or two for me.'
We had barely sat down with our first drinks when H. Ron appeared and asked for the dance that he claimed Marla had promised him.' The five dances that he did with her included a slow number in which he apparently was trying to verify whether or not she had any underwear on by moving his hand across parts of her body covered by her dress. Next, he took her to one of the three bars, procured them a drink each and then they vanished through double doors partially obscured by the bar. I didn't know what was going on. I decided to follow them and see what was happening, but I was stopped by a man standing nearby who informed me that that part of the house was private, that is no admittance for the likes of me. I returned to my table. I knew who most of the executives at the party were but had never spoken to most of them. My boss was there, and I chatted briefly with him and even had one dance with his wife, but I spent most of the next hour drinking and waiting for the reappearance of my wife or the big man. Still, I kept thinking what the hell were they doing.
They finally showed up at the same bar as before and stood there briefly chatting and sipping their new drinks. I went over and Marla seemed glad to see me.
She exclaimed, "Ronnie was showing me around the house. It has a marvelous history. There is a story about almost every room, and there are a lot of them."
H. Ron told her she shouldn't be neglecting me and added that he would be by again to steal another dance or two with her. She seemed excited to hear about that.
Marla
I had met Cale just after the start of our sophomore years. For some reason, I just liked the way he talked to me. I really enjoyed the sound of his voice as well as what he was saying. He was very capable when we made love, and I was soon treating his apartment as my second home. It was only a matter of time until it became my first home although it was a little cramped with his two roommates and only two bedrooms. He didn't really formally propose to me on bended knee, it was just sort of understood between us that we would get married as soon as we graduated.
I worked a few years, long enough for us to get a little bit ahead and moved into a starter home. He knocked me up almost as soon as we started trying to become parents. Even though he was making very good money we decided after Alvin that three children was enough, and we wanted more quality time as a couple. Our joy in coupling had never diminished and with three children we still couldn't get enough of each other. My girlfriends thought it was amazing that after being together almost ten years, we still held hands and 'did the dirty' nine or ten times most weeks.
Then came the Executive Christmas Party. It was apparently a big deal to get an invitation since Cale was only a junior executive managing a section of account management workers. Receiving an invitation to the party was an indication that he was destined for bigger and better things. I was proud of my husband and also proud that I was already within an inch or two of my pre-pregnancy shape, even though three months before the party I was still carrying Alvin inside my belly. I thought it would be nice to get a dress that provided proof I was back in shape, although I was thinking more of the wives at the Company Christmas Pary, rather than anybody at the Executive Christmas Party.
I was excited just driving up the driveway to the CEO's mansion. Going through the reception line, it was thrilling to meet the men that actually ran a company made up of thousands of workers. Ronnie was a very big man, quite attractive and debonair for an older man. He started flirting with me as soon as I met him saying that I would be the belle of the ball and save a dance or two from him. Even our brief encounter in the reception line was exciting because he had a very sexy voice. I knew I would have a good evening, largely because of the dress that Cale had bought me.
The ballroom was massive. I was amazed at how elegant the massive room with intricately carved moldings, huge chandeliers, and a polished dance floor. A band was playing, alcohol was flowing, and I knew it was going to be a fantastic evening.
I had just begun sipping my gin and tonic when Ronnie appeared and asked me to dance. People were just starting to dance. Cale nodded for me to go ahead even though I had thought he might want my first dance. I wasn't sure such an important man as Ronnie would ask me again if I demurred, so I smiled and extended my hand.
Ronnie was a fantastic dancer, the kind that makes everything else seem in slow motion as you dance away into the moonlight. I thought his hand placement on my bareback was a little impertinent; however, he quickly moved on to actually sliding his hand underneath my dress. I knew he was being incorrigible, but his skin-to-skin caress of my upper buttock was intoxicatingly exciting. After the first dance he asked me to stay for another dance. I had a warm glow from the first dance, and it was exciting to be dancing with such a powerful man. The second dance was followed by a third and a fourth.
After the fourth, we got fresh drinks, and I was thinking I should be getting back to Cale, but he invited me to have a guided tour of his home, which I thought must be incredibly impressive based on the ballroom's décor. He took me through a double door into a corridor with both up and down staircases; however, we followed the corridor to the great room, which was really great, even though not so large as the ballroom. It was characterized by a large quantity of furniture organized into conversation pits, while numerous paintings adorned the walls.
We briefly sat in on one of the couches and he told me about some of the construction problems when the house was originally built in the early Twentieth Century. He then wrapped his arms around me and gave me a very friendly kiss. The first kiss was merely lip to lip. The second kiss was tongue to tongue with a wandering hand fondling my inner thighs. That was when I thought maybe I should have worn panties. The third kiss was accompanied by a trip to third base, including massaging my clitoris and labia. I knew I shouldn't be allowing this, but I was overwhelmed by the rapidity and the intensity of my arousal. In seconds he had me panting and thrusting myself against his hand while his fingers violated my vagina. In only a few minutes I was gasping out, "Ohmigod, that feels so good! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming!" as my body convulsed in the throes of orgasm. I felt satisfied, aroused, and embarrassed all at the same time. He simply smiled and helped me to my feet.
He then guided me into the very impressive dining room. I am ashamed to say that he took advantage of my aroused state. He bent me over the immense dining table, lifted my dress, and fucked me to an incredible climax.
He then took me through an ornate glass door onto the patio, where he sat down on a wrought iron chair, exposed his fully erect eight-plus-inch cock and forced me to straddle his lap and fuck him to ejaculation. I had three orgasms along the way. Perhaps force was not the correct word - he gestured with his hands, but his intent was very clear.
He then pointed out the hot tub down a small stairway from the patio. He informed me that after the party he would be fucking my naked ass in that hot tub. He then took me back into the house and showed me a vanity I could use to clean myself up before we returned to the party. I was already damp with anticipation of our after-party as he took me back to the ballroom and got us fresh drinks. Cale showed up, and I knew instantly that I needed to spend some time with him.
Cale didn't seem too happy that I had spent so much time with Ronnie, and even less enthused by Ronnie promising to steal another dance with me later. I danced a few dances with Cale and also with some of the other guys attending the party. Most were married and behaved themselves while dancing with me. Cale kept me supplied with refreshing beverages. I usually drink wine but for some reason, I was drinking mixed drinks on this night.
Ronnie returned a little after ten, and we danced a few more numbers and then drank and chatted near the bar. Cale came up and pointed out that we had only retained the babysitter until eleven, so we needed to be leaving. I told Cale I'd like to stay at the party as it was still in full swing. Ronnie suggested that we just call the babysitter to extend her stay. Cale replied that the babysitter's parents wouldn't be happy about that.
