The Executive Christmas Party

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.

Then Ronnie suggested that he would bring me home after the party although it might be after two. I smiled and told Ronnie that would be alright with me and then asked Cale if that was okay with him. I could tell that he wasn't happy with that but was a little intimidated by Ronnie's offer and he begrudgingly agreed to leave by himself so that he could relieve the babysitter. Ronnie and I walked him to the entrance, and I smooched with Cale until the valet brought our car.

That was the beginning of a night of nights that I would never forget. Ronnie and I danced, drank, and talked until a little after one when everyone had left except for a few stragglers. Ronnie told me to wait on a balcony just outside the ballroom while he bid adieu to the hangers-on.

When he returned to the balcony, he took me back through the ballroom and down some stairs. He guided me to a dressing room where we undressed each other. I wanted that cock again so badly. After some kisses and petting in the dressing room, we went outside to the hot tub. We started off with me sitting in his lap, while he kissed the back of my neck and fondled my breasts, as I pumped his cock with my pussy. I fucked him to orgasm after orgasm until finally I felt the delicious sensation of hot semen splashing the walls of my love canal.

Nude, we walked up two flights of stairs to the master bath where we showered together and then dried each other off. We then retired to the master bed, where he proceeded to fuck me until I thought he was going to split my body open. He didn't and I felt wonderful and thoroughly fucked. After I texted Cale that we were running late because of hot tubbing, and I turned my phone off, we cuddled and necked on the bed, until once again I achieved the everyday miracle of turning a flaccid cock into a fully erect one. We then tried to find a position that our partner wasn't familiar with. Ronnie won that game. Finally, around three we were completely exhausted and slept the sleep of the innocent, even though we were far from innocent.

When I woke up around nine, I texted Cale, "Everything fine. Decided to accept Ronnie's offer for a sleepover." Then I turned my phone off again. Ronnie and I put on two of his robes and we descended to the patio for breakfast. Ronnie's cook served us whatever we wanted ala carte. After breakfast we went to the hot tub dressing room and retrieved my dress and shoes. He suggested a shower in the master bath before I dressed. However, before showering or dressing, we had another delightful interlude in the master bed where he must have fucked me for close to an hour. He walked me to the porte cochere, kissed me goodbye, and helped me into the back of a stretch limo. I was transported home in style. By the time I saw my unhappy husband, it was almost twelve. Before leaving Ronnie's place, I had texted Cale that I was on the way home, but I was still greeted with a very unfriendly expression.

His greeting was, "Technically, I guess it's still morning!"

I replied, "Cale, I just want you to know that I love you, and what happened between Ronnie and I, was not important to me or to our marriage."

He was clearly angry as he told me, "Really. It was important to me. It was important to me that you spent the night with another man. It was important to me that instead of my making love to you, another man was fucking your skanky ass!"

I could see that bringing our relationship back to an even keel was not going to be easy. I explained, "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I love you very much and no one else is as important to me as you are. I shouldn't have done what I did but we can't change what happened. I love you and you love me. Let's work together and get over this."

He told me, "I'm not made of rubber. This is not something I can just spring back from. I'm not sure what you mean when you say you love me. I know I don't feel the same way about you today that I felt yesterday. I can't believe that you would hurt me this way!"

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose him. I couldn't take back what had already happened. I explained, "Cale, I'm sorry that I hurt you. Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

He replied, "You cheated on me! You violated our trust! You humiliated me! How could you?"

I responded, "Cale, let's be adults about this. We have to be civil for the sake of the children. I know I love you and I know you love me. Let's not hurt each other anymore."

He answered, "I wish you'd thought about hurting me last night. Today, it's a matter of too little, too late. I really don't even want to look at you anymore."

I fought on, "Please, Cale, don't say things like that. It really hurt me. I love you. I know you're very unhappy with me, but we can get through this together. I love you and you love me. If you won't do it for us, please do it for the children."

He grimly said, "I love our children. However, I don't believe you were thinking of them last night and this morning."

I kept on trying, "It's true I wasn't thinking straight last night and even this morning, but I'm back now. I want to be your wife and your partner. Please don't turn your back on me."

He turned his back on me, and said as he walked away, "I'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom until we can get a more permanent accommodation."

I said, "We need to talk about this, Cale. When can we talk?"

Without looking at me, he spoke sadly, "I don't know. I need some time to think this through. I'm not at all happy with what you did last night."

I changed clothes and joined our older children in the backyard. At least they were glad to see me.

Cale

I drove home and paid the babysitter off. Who was the woman I had left at the party? She didn't seem like the Marla I had been with for over ten years. She didn't seem like the mother of my children. For God's sake, Alvin was just three months old. How could she do this? It just didn't make any sense to me. I wanted to be able to see my children every day. My life was falling apart.

When she finally came home, it was almost Sunday afternoon. I guess she thought I would welcome her back with open arms after she spent the night with someone else. That's not the person I am. I thought I now have a wife that's a cheater. If you don't want to have a cheating wife, you need to get rid of the wife. I couldn't believe she would do this with small children at home. I didn't know what to do. I just knew that I didn't want to be with her anymore.

Sunday night we talked some more. Marla said, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, and I wish we didn't have to go through this. Cale, please don't move out. You need to be here for the children even if you don't want to be here for me."

I thought, good. At least she has some concern for the children. I really didn't want to muck things up over the holidays any more than Marla had already. Christmas was just a few weeks away. Saturday night was the Corporate Headquarters Christmas Party. I would try to stay in our home until after the New Year had started.

We had agreed to buy her a more conservative dress for the Corporate Headquarters Christmas Party. I noticed her looking at H. Ron, licking her lips. It was looking like she might repeat her behavior at the Executive Christmas Party.