I'm in an open marriage. My husband has a girlfriend. I have several guys I can pick to have sex with, plus the occasional one off that I stumble into. There's a girl I work with who's taken a big interest in my sex life. Dave doesn't seem to like her getting involved, so I tend not to warn him I'll be doing stuff with her.
We'd spent a couple of weeks sorting out some stuff for work, and the company had done really well. They were throwing a big party for everybody to celebrate a great quarter, and significant others were invited. I had, for a few seconds, entertained taking one of my brood, but then I realized I didn't really want to answer questions from other coworkers, and decided to take Dave.
I decided to dress up for the party. I went out and got a new outfit, and on the day, I spent some time getting ready. I took a long bath, with smelly oils and stuff, to get myself all nice and soft and smooth.
When I was all dried off, I did my hair (messy bun) make up (smoky eyes and lipstick) and started getting dressed. I had Dave help me button up my new black corset, with little red trim, then hooked it to my black stockings. I finished off with a black thong, then put on my new red dress. I was finishing it up with black stilettos. I thought I looked pretty damn sexy.
Dave was sitting downstairs, waiting for me. It's amazing how fast he can get dressed, and how little effort it seems to take him to get ready. He was looking pretty sharp in a dark gray suit, with a gray shirt and tie.
We drove to the office, and headed to the ground floor meeting room where the party was based.
There were loads of people there, and we went in. Almost immediately I was accosted by Emily.
Emily introduced Dave to her date, Gary. I'd met him before, when Emily had flashed my pussy at him at lunch. He also looked good in his suit.
"Come on, let's go and grab a drink," Emily said to me, pulling me towards the bar. I looked back at Dave, standing there making awkward small talk with Gary.
"You two make a cute couple," I told her a little mockingly.
"Right," she said, "remember he's just my neighbor."
We stood by the bar, and she flagged the bartender down and ordered.
"I need you to blow him," she muttered to me.
"What?" I said. "Why?"
"I needed a date, and he agreed. But I don't want to ruin my friendship with him by having sex - you know guys, they get all possessive just because they've fucked you."
"But why does he need...?"
"I might have sort of promised him, in return for being my date."
"Doesn't he think he's having you?"
"No," she said, "I suggested it was you."
"What about Dave?"
"What about Dave? I thought you said he was OK with this?"
"He is," I said, "but I'd be leaving him alone with a bunch of people he doesn't really know to go and have sex with somebody even I don't really know."
I knew I was clutching at straws here.
"I'll take care of Dave," she said as our drinks arrived.
"I'm not sure he even likes you," I said. He seemed to think she was a bad influence.
"I'm sure we'll get on just fine," she said.
We took the drinks and headed back to the guys. They were just standing there, watching the crowd rather than, you know, interacting.
We put the drinks down on the table.
"Dave, let's dance," Emily said.
She put her hand out. He, weirdly, took it.
Gary and I watched them head out to the dance floor together. Emily held him close and they started dancing. Odd, I wasn't expecting that.
They danced for a few minutes, and then the music wound down and the big boss got up and started talking about the company and the results and so on.
I figured I was going to have to get this over with, so I took Gary's hand. He looked down at it, then back up at me.
"Come on," I said quietly, "let's dip out for a bit."
I led us upstairs, to one of the meeting rooms. While they didn't have doors that locked, nobody was up here. I pulled down the blinds and turned the slats so they were pretty much impossible to see through.
I turned back to Gary, who was standing leaning on the desk.
I walked over to him, as seductively as I could, wiggling my hips as I moved. I put my purse on the desk.
"Emily says you're looking to get blown?" I asked him.
He nodded, seemingly dumbfounded.
I was standing in front of him by now.
"I don't want to ruin this dress, so can you unzip me?"
I turned my back to him, and after a few seconds, I felt my dress loosening.
I let it slide down to my waist, and, holding the shoulder straps, stepped out of it.
"You're going to need to help me back into that," I told him as I folded it and draped it over the back of one of the chairs.
I picked up and opened my purse and got my phone out. I put the phone back on the desk.
I turned back to face him, and handed him the phone.
"Wow," he said.
"Take some pictures for my husband," I said.
I backed up a little and held my arms out wide. He took a couple of pictures, then I moved back towards him. I reached for his pants, working on getting the fly down.
"Emily said your nipples are pierced."
I nodded.
"I guess you want to see them?"
He nodded. I'd have to take the corset off to show him.
I worked on unhooking my stockings, then turned by back to him again.
"Unhook me?"
The hooks on my corset were being undone and I caught it as it fell forwards off me. I put it with my dress.
When I turned back to Gary, his free hand went to my nipples.
"These look great," he said, pulling them out a little, meaning I moved even closer to him.
He bent his face down, and I turned mine up to kiss him.
As we kissed, I finished undoing his pants.
"Come on, we should get moving, we have a party to get back to," I said.
I pulled his cock out of his pants and looked down at it in my hand. It looked nice.
I knelt down in front of him, and gently fed his cock into my mouth. I like the feeling of a cock as it finishes hardening as I run my tongue over it.
