Im's Glass Hummingbird

This story is part of the Kim series, following Dream with Kim Comes True? You don't need to have read the whole series, but it will make more sense if you have at least read Dream with Kim Comes True?

This story might describe extramarital interactions. If those offend you, please skip. Tipper must be proud.

All characters are 18 years of age or older. This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. This story and its characters are entirely fictional. Feedback welcome and appreciated!

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When Kim first told me that she was thinking of quitting her job I had such a great relief. Her behavior with her work buddies had escalated out of control. And when she finally did give her notice it only cemented the reality that it was ending. Her going away party was, well, not exactly what I would have hoped for, but I was able to dismiss it as a final burst of Kim teasing her coworkers.

The days after the party were confusing. Stripping in front of a ton of her coworkers was, by anyone's standards, not normal or advisable. And yet, she actually planned with some of her coworkers for that to happen. Sure, they were about to be ex-coworkers, but that did not make it any more appropriate.

The lap dances, and especially the ones with Alex and Phil, seemed to cross a line. At the time, they just happened and I certainly could have intervened. The truth is that I was both appalled and aroused at the same time. Something about the naughtiness, about daring to be that sexy and sexual with her coworkers and our neighbor, was a turn-on. I would never have told her, 'yeah, baby, give Phil a tit-job and let him come on your face in front of a roomful of people.' My rational brain would scream that it was not okay. And yet, seeing it happen was somehow incredible.

We had some serious talks about our feelings regarding the events of the party. But recollections of that party also crept into our love-making. One night while we were in bed, she started talking about that evening while gently stroking my cock.

"Did you find it exciting when you saw me start to rub my boobies on Phil's dick?"

I was enjoying the stroking and didn't say anything. She moved her body and started to rub her breasts on my dick.

"Do you think Phil liked having my tits pressed into his dick?"

"Of course," I replied with a chuckle.

"And what'd you think when you saw my face so close to his cock?"

"Actually, I thought you might blow him."

She stopped rubbing her breasts on me and looked me in the eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, his dick kept getting closer and closer to your mouth, and I just wasn't sure if you were about to take him in."

She went back to rubbing her breasts on my cock, and didn't say anything for a bit.

"You mean like this?" she asked, right before she enveloped my head with her mouth.

I exhaled audibly in pleasure but didn't answer her otherwise. She had amazing technique and knew just how to alternate between using her tongue to tease the tip of my cock, sucking the head hard, and sliding her mouth up and down the shaft. And she knew how to use her fingers to caress my dick and balls at just the right times to enhance the sensation.

Even though it was the last thing that I wanted to think about, it was impossible to not imagine her sucking on Phil. When I looked down at her lips wrapped around my head, it was an involuntary response to envision Phil being the recipient of the blow job. I tried closing my eyes to focus on the reality of the moment, but doing so only provided my mind a blank canvas on which to paint her mouth ravishing Phil's cock.

After a few minutes I warned her that I was close to coming. While she would sometimes be okay with letting me come in her mouth, she wasn't really a fan. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and jerked me off until I came on her chest.

"Thank you. That was amazing," I said, catching my breath.

"So, that's what you thought I was going to do to Phil?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"And would you have liked to have seen me do that to Phil?

I exhaled, a bit frustrated. "Oh, you know the answer, hon. No. And yes. And no again. It would have been sexy as hell to see you do that, at least in that moment. But after, would I have regretted letting that happen without intervening? Quite possibly."

"How do you feel about me giving lap dances and getting Alex and Phil off? Do you regret that it happened?"

I looked her in the eyes. Her questions were both serious and pertinent. I knew where she was going with this, and that the answers could have implications that I was not be prepared for.

"Hmm. No, I don't think so. But there's a line somewhere, isn't there? I mean, surely if you had fucked everyone in the room and I didn't intervene, I would have regretted that. I guess it is hard to know until after the fact whether or not you find it distressing. It just feels like maybe if it had gone any further, that we might both regret that things got so out of hand. It's like, once something like that happens, you can't really go back, ya know?"

She looked at me and nodded, but her face told of uncertainty and confusion. That pretty much described my mental state as well.

"I know. And I agree that there's a line somewhere. It's just that at one point, having my coworkers see my boobs was an unspoken line. We crossed it, by accident, and the world didn't end. Instead, we found it sexy and fun and it enhanced our sex lives. And I think it brought us closer. When they saw me completely naked, again there was no catastrophe. They took pictures of me, they touched me, I danced naked for them, I gave hand jobs, and Phil even ejaculated on me, and yet, nothing horrible happened. I had fun and they had fun. And, I think you'd agree that we've had a better sex life since all of this started. So yes, there is a line somewhere, but the prior lines were not only keeping us safe, they were also preventing us from exploring our sexuality together and living life to the fullest."

What she said made sense. But it was also a bit alarming. "So, you wished you had fucked everyone in the room at your party?" I asked.

Kim smiled. "No, you know that's not what I'm saying. But us pushing the boundaries with them has been a journey that I don't regret and one that I am a bit sad has come to an end."

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When I got home on what was to be Kim's final day at work, and she told me that she was offered a position of Manager I was admittedly in shock. It wasn't that I didn't believe that she deserved a promotion and she possessed the right judgment and communication skills to be a great manager. But the ramifications were immense.

"Hey, you'll never guess what happened today. They offered to promote me to Manager if I want to stay! What do you think?" she asked.

The excitement was dripping down her face. I couldn't ask her to give up an opportunity like that on my behalf. But I would be lying if I said that I shared her excitement.

"Well, that's fantastic that they offered that to you. They must really want to retain you. I have to admit, though, I was kind of looking forward to you not working with them anymore."

"I know, I know. But I was thinking about that too. If I'm managing people, it's not like I can go around stripping around my subordinates. So that stuff would have to end anyway, right? It's just that I would still be working with them."

She paused as I considered what she was saying. It's true, being a manager would have to change things, and hearing her say that made me feel better about it. A bit.

"And I love the idea of getting into management so that I wouldn't have to be on the phone selling all day. It's quite an opportunity for me. Oh, and did I tell you what my new salary would be?"

She hadn't, and honestly, it wasn't a top concern for me. More money always helps, but we were doing OK.

We discussed it at length. As excited as she was for the new position, I couldn't bring myself to even try to dissuade her. I was uneasy, knowing that she would still be working with all of these guys that saw her naked and had copped feels of her. And she would still be working with Phil, who had tit-fucked her and blew his load on her face. It's not like everyone was suddenly going to forget that all of that happened.

Kim understood my concerns, but happily accepted my support. She took the promotion.

Her coworkers were thrilled with the news. I nearly fainted when she told me that they were going to throw her a celebration party. She comforted me by telling me that they were all just going out to a restaurant after work and that it would be a low-key event. Of course, that was not far from her description of her going away party, so I think my skepticism was justified. However, my fears of it devolving into a crazy sex party did not come to fruition. The event was a simple dinner and she was home by 7:30. It was encouraging to see that she could socialize with her coworkers in a professional manner.

I remained cautious over the following months. While the promotion appeared to have changed how she interacted with her coworkers, her past interactions with them continued to come up in conversation. It was usually something that she brought up.

One night she was stroking my half-hard cock when she asked, "Do you want to come on my face like Phil did?"

In a flash I fully erect. Me coming on her face was not something we did. I always considered it to be a degrading act, not something you would do to a loved one, at least not intentionally. But then, I had to wonder, why did I react in a such a way? Was it something that I had a suppressed desire to do? Or was it the recollection of Phil doing it, even if by accident, that caused my response?

Another time, she walked into the bedroom nude after taking a shower and asked me, "Do you think the guys from work liked seeing me naked?"

"Of course. You saw their reactions. How often do you think hot women they know strip in front of them?"

"I suppose. But it's just that now that I'm Mrs. Professional Manager, they don't ever bring it up anymore. It makes me wonder if they've forgotten about it."

"Trust me. They haven't forgotten. They're just respecting your new position in the company. It's a good thing."

"I guess," she said, but the sadness in her voice was palpable.

As time went on, she became more sullen. It seemed like every few weeks she would inform me that another one of her friends from the company was leaving. Then one night she told me that even Phil had just given his notice. At that point, he was the last of her original friends that still worked there. New people had joined the company, but with her as a manager, she hadn't developed the same kind of camaraderie with them.

"So, are you going to quit too?"

"I don't know. The whole culture of the place has changed these last few months. I can't say that I'm happy there anymore, but I'm not sure what else I would do. It's a decent job, and they pay me well, so I guess I shouldn't complain."

It was difficult to not feel bad for her. In just a few short months she went from enjoying her job and socializing with her coworkers to not liking her job and having no friends at work. As sad as it sounds, those were really her only friends. We went to college out west, so she rarely got to see her friends from those days. And while she grew up nearby, she had grown distant from her high school friends, whose lives had taken them in different directions. I encouraged her to join some groups around activities that she enjoyed so that she could meet some new people, but none of the groups that she found were appealing to her for one reason or another.

As I contemplated ways to try to help her, it occurred to me that her 26th birthday was about a month away. It would be the perfect time for a surprise party. While the notion of partying with her former coworkers caused some justifiable anxiety, the guests would not be limited to them. Besides, if there was ever a time that she needed a surprise party, it was now.

I talked to her parents first. They only lived about 20 miles away, so I knew that they would be happy to attend.

"That's a wonderful idea, Dave. She'll love that. Of course, we'll attend," her mother, Christina, told me.

"Great. And do you know any of her friends from high school that might be interested in attending?" I inquired.

She pondered the question before answering, "Mmm, not really. But there were a lot of kids in the neighborhood that she used to play with. I could ask around."

"OK, that'd be fantastic," I replied. I was desperate to find attendees, especially non-work attendees, so I had no problem if some long-lost childhood friends showed up.

I also tracked down Phil's number and gave him a call. He told me that he had noticed that Kim had been down lately and thought that a surprise party would be perfect. I asked him to invite any of her friends that had left the company, and he said that he'd do so. I told him I'd reach out as soon as I had a date and time.

Of course I had some reservations with inviting Phil and her other work buddies. But they were her friends. They were the ones that she missed hanging out with most of all. I did mention to Phil that her parents would be at the party, so I hoped that he would infer that this wasn't going to be like our prior parties. And that he would pass that along to the others.

Then I got started on planning. I toyed with a bunch of crazy ideas, like having everyone coincidentally show up to the same bowling alley that we were at, or doing a staycation at a local resort with the same coincidental arrivals. In the end, my crazy ideas were either too difficult to plan properly or too expensive. Or both. So I went with the simpler strategy of taking Kim out for a nice birthday dinner while Kim's parents let everyone in our house to hide and await our return.

Even on the day of the event, I had no idea who would be showing up. Maybe it would just be her parents and Phil. Or maybe there would be a dozen or more people. In some ways it didn't matter. I knew that Kim would love the surprise and the opportunity to see friends outside of work. Even if it was just facialist Phil.

As we neared our house, I almost lost it when Kim noticed all of the cars parked on the street. "Someone must be having a party," she remarked. Fuck. Thankfully, she didn't seem to put the idea of a party in the neighborhood coinciding with her birthday together.

Kim walked ahead of me through the front door and flicked on the light. A chorus of "Surprise!" rang out, startling her. After finding her bearings and realizing that it was a surprise party, she beamed. Absolutely beamed. The look on her face is something that I'll cherish forever.

We spent the next hour mingling, and Kim didn't stop smiling once. We talked to her parents for a while, who enjoyed being able to be participate in the surprise.

Next we meandered over to her group of work-friends that were hanging out together. There was Phil, Jon, Kurt, Larry and Larry's girlfriend, Georgia. Larry seemed a bit nervous, presumably hoping that details of past parties would not get discussed. But everyone kept the conversation light, focusing on what people were up to in their lives rather than past activities.

As we walked away from her work-friends group, Kim nodded in the direction of two people that were standing by themselves. "What's he doing here?" Kim asked.

"Who is he?"

"That's Ryan. He lived a couple of houses down the street when I was growing up."

"Oh, I bet that was your Mom. I tried to get her to invite some high school friends of yours, but she instead offered to invite some kids from your neighborhood that you used to play with. I guess that's who she dug up. Was he a friend of yours?"

"Ugh. Not really. I knew him but I wouldn't call him a friend. He was a couple of years younger than me. I mostly just found him annoying. I guess we should go say hi."

She didn't sound enthused, but as we walked over to them, she put a big welcoming smile on her face.

"Ryan, wow, I can't believe you came! How are you doing?"

We chatted with them a bit. As with her work buddies, the conversation was kept light. What was everyone doing, what had been going on in their lives, blah blah blah. With Ryan was his gorgeous fiancee, Kacey. She didn't talk much, but I found it difficult to not keep glancing at her. I swear, she possessed the face and body of a model. She was wearing a red halter top that revealed her navel. Her outfit showed off her flat stomach, fit upper body and toned upturned shoulders that I always found attractive on women. It was matched with a tight pair of jeans that kept me hoping that she would turn around at some point so I could check out her behind.

We finished talking with them, and then everyone hung out together in the living room. I figured that the party was going well. Most importantly, Kim was enjoying herself. After a while, her parents took off. Shortly afterwards, Larry and Georgia did the same. That's when the mood of the party changed.

"Hey Kim, is this the tamest party you've ever hosted?" asked Kurt.

"Shh. Let's keep the past in the past," she exhorted. With the exception of Ryan and his fiancee, everyone else knew about some of the past gatherings.

"I'm just wondering about your purported going away party. I heard it was pretty wild, but nobody would give me any details."

"Glad to hear that!" Kim responded with laugh. "It was a private party and not meant to be shared."

"Oh come on. We're all friends here. I just want to know how crazy it got," Kurt pleaded.

"Or,..." Jon interjected, "maybe Kim would rather re-enact it so you can see for yourself."

Kim opened her mouth as if she were taken aback, but then her lips turned upward in a slight smile.

"Oh, that would work. I vote for that." Kurt urged with enthusiasm.

"Okay, everyone, who wants to see Kim re-enact her performance at her prior party? Raise your hands," Jon said.

Kim appeared shocked, and I felt the same way. This train was gaining steam and Kim hadn't said anything in response. Kurt's, Jon's and Phil's hands all went up. I saw Ryan whispering to his fiancee and then they both put their hands up, I suppose out of curiosity to see what would happen. The only two people without their hands up were Kim and myself.

Kim glanced around at all of the hands and flushed. Looking at her face, it was clear that she wanted to do it. This craziness that she shared with her coworkers was precisely what she missed, and the opportunity to enjoy the flirting and exhibitionism one more time, one last time, had to seem irresistable.

She met my eyes. I knew that she was looking for my approval. Staring into her eyes, it felt like we were able to have a full conversation. Her wanting to do it for old times sake, nothing horrible had happened from previously pushing boundaries. Me wanting her to keep it controlled and not let things go too far. If it goes too far, there was no undo button. Her acknowledging my concern. Me saying 'okay.'

"Fine," she replied as if she was being coerced into it. Cheers went up around the room, which made Kim blush again. The only two people that didn't cheer were Ryan and his fiancee, who seemed more perplexed than anything.

"But," Kim added, "I'm going to have to get a little more booze in me before I can do this, so give me a half-hour."

Kim and I escaped to the kitchen to talk.

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. I think I have really missed this. Thank you so much for organizing this party. I needed this, maybe more than you know."

"I do know. Maybe we can think of this as the finale with your coworkers, one last time for the memories. But we can try to come up with some other ways to have some risque fun, ya know?"