Few things in life are more tedious than an office party. A woeful combination of enforced corporate 'fun' and socialising with people you'd otherwise studiously avoid. While participation is nominally voluntary, everyone knows failure to attend can earn a bad mark on your company record.
Declan and Beth have a long-standing pact; neither will take the other to their company bash. Better yet, they'll each engineer an adventure to assuage the boredom, then truthfully recount what happened on their return. Tonight, Beth is attending a work social.
"Play nicely," jests Declan.
"Only if I decide the game," she responds mischievously.
"How about her?" murmurs a salesman to his workmate as they wolfishly survey the party throng in search of female conquests. To them, the chase is as important as the catch, although the chances are slim. Their reputation precedes them, and younger female colleagues won't tolerate their outdated antics.
"For a woman who won't see 40 again, she is looking good," nods his pal approving. "Shapely figure, although well-hidden in that dress." Where some of her peers have let their hair down with outfits variously lower cut, shorter, or more figure-hugging than usual, Beth has predictably played it safe. A high-neck, knee-length dress conceals rather than reveals her curves.
Additionally, the outfit hides intimate secrets which would certainly surprise many of the assembled throng. Such as silver studs through each of Beth's erect nipples, currently chafing against an uplift bra and sending delirious darts of electricity to her pussy. Matching silver rings piercing outer labia, and a tattoo just above her smoothly shaved pudenda. High-rise panties plus a garter belt and nylons complete a racy ensemble at odds with her demure outward appearance. Dressing this way always gets her motor running and as she chats with a colleague, Beth's already turned on. A sensual state amplified by glowing marks on both buttocks, the result of a quickfire spanking Declan delivered immediately before she left home.
"Just to remind you to be good."
"Or better still, bad," she'd quipped, with a meaningful wink.
To stay in control, Beth sticks with a single glass of wine all evening, while all around people swig cheap booze, losing inhibitions they'll desperately wish they'd retained come tomorrow morning. In a spirit of wickedness, she's already flashed her flushed-faced MD. Crouching to pick up an 'accidentally' dropped pen and giving him a glimpse of firm thighs and stocking tops, before abruptly turning and walking away, leaving the man open-mouthed and tipsily wondering if he'd imagined the entire episode. Beth's a lovely woman, but surely too straight and suburban to do anything so uninhibited? That said, she has very good legs...
She smiles inwardly at the recollection and scans the room, seeking out someone upon whom to bestow her favours. Over by the sound system stands a handsome young man. That he's been covertly checking her out is abundantly obvious by the way he quickly avoids her gaze. Remi is a legal section intern, on his final visit to the office before returning to university. You, thinks Beth, are all mine. Biding her time, minutes later she corners him in a quiet alcove, exuding an indefinable allure.
"You probably think I'm boring," Beth says, after a period of small talk, "old enough to be your mother."
"Not all," responds Remi, truthfully, "I find you very attractive." He's secretly lusted after her for weeks. Can't put his finger on exactly why, something about the way she walks in those heels. Now so close their bodies are touching, Remi senses the swell of Beth's breasts and the curve of her hips, an unspoken suggestion of delights to follow.
"Why thank you, sweet boy," she leans in and kisses him on the lips. "Since we're introduced, it's time to get properly acquainted." Checking no one is looking, Beth pulls him into a large walk-in storeroom and locks the door. "I do like a lingering snog," she whispers approving, "but I'm sure we can do even better. It may surprise you to discover I'm a woman of secrets. One is that I give an excellent BJ." Remi looks aghast - like the MD earlier, he's not sure this is really happening. "Yes, you heard correctly, so let's see what we have down there for me. Oh my." Beth adeptly frees his rapidly stiffening brown cock, stroking it lovingly with manicured hands on which she wears prominent engagement and wedding rings. Seeing Remi notice them Beth reassures him.
"Don't worry about those, my husband and I have an arrangement, occasional hook-ups keep our sex life hot." She kneels and wraps a practised hand around Remi's erection, cradling his balls. Opens red lips and softly sucks the bell end into her hot mouth; bobbing her head as he moans in response. Nobody his age has ever sucked him off so amazingly. Sadly, for Remi the blissful sensations soon become overwhelming.
'I'm going to come," he warns urgently.
"It's alright baby, I've got this," Beth calmly swallows his entire load as he vigorously ejaculates. Wipes her mouth daintily and gives Remi a maiden aunt-style peck on the cheek. "Back to the fray," she announces brightly as they creep out of their hiding place. Remi wanders across the room, bemused, and wearing a beatific smile.
"You look happy, too much red wine?" enquires a co-worker.
"Just enjoying the party," he responds, vacantly.
Meanwhile, Beth politely makes her excuses and heads for the exit. After all, several people can vouch that she was here. Duty done, she's in dire need of some serious sex.
Aroused and frustrated, once back home she can't wait to recount her exploits to Declan, who listens to the erotic tale with evident excitement. Pulling her close, he slides an exploratory hand between her thighs.
"He didn't fuck you?" Declan enquires.
"No opportunity," says Beth in a tone tinged with regret.
"Which'll be why you're so ready," he observes, tugging off Beth's panties and pushing her back onto the bed.
"What are you going to do about it, big guy?"
The answer is to go down on his willing wife, who moans and writhes as Declan's tongue works her tingling clit, nimble digits simultaneously finger fucking her to orgasm.
"Goodness, I needed that, Now let's get you off, honey," says Beth, helping Declan out of his strides. Decisively he pushes her knees to her shoulders and with a glint in his eye slides his cock up and down Beth's sopping slot, already lubricated by her juices, before spreading her buttocks. Correctly anticipating his intentions, she looks on eyes blazing, anal is a rare treat.
"Are you going to fuck my naughty bottom?" Beth enquires rhetorically. "Need some lube down there baby if I'm going to get all that into my bum. Careful, not too deep at the start." She looks up adoringly at Declan, who gently pushes his manhood against her puckered rosebud. Maintaining a gentle pressure, he eases in a couple of inches then stops, letting her adjust to this invasion. Slowly resumes pushing, her ass gradually opening to admit him further while Beth simultaneously fingers her pussy.
"Okay, I can take a little more," she gasps. Declan obliges, and she growls with unabashed lust, "oh, yes, so good." Throbbing cock encompassed in exquisite tightness, he partially withdraws, then re-inserts his manhood, repeating the process several times. Beth struggles to keep it together.
"You feel so good inside me." Looking up adoringly at Declan, she watches his cock slide in and out as he increases the pace. Hands gripping each calf to hold her legs open she squirms and groans. "Ready to come?" Beth enquires breathlessly. In seventh heaven, he nods mute confirmation. "Alright let it go, shoot all the way up."
"Oh yeah," Declan unloads a torrent, taking Beth over the edge. "Fuck, I'm coming!" she yells, surrendering to her own climax.
"When's your work party, honey?" Beth, tired but exquisitely satisfied, enquires later, wrapped in a robe, and cuddled close.
"Tomorrow night," replies Declan.
"I shall expect a full report."
The social gathering at Declan's office is in full swing. Occupying a position near the top of the corporate tree, he's busy working the room, glad-handing the assembled staff, and making a credible effort to recall their names. Finally, Declan alights on, wait that can't be, he moves closer, Molly from marketing?
"Don't look so shocked," she says amused by his confusion.
"You look so different."
