Christmas in July Party

When Tracy told me I was invited to her company's Christmas in July party, I was a little shocked. 'I didn't think partners were invited to things like this?'

Tracy smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. 'Not everyone's partner is. Only special people have been invited.'

'Oh,' I said as my head swelled. I knew my wife was popular at her company, but I didn't realise they thought I was special too. 'That's great!'

The party was to be held on Saturday at the owner's house. Mr Jones is a wrinkled old prune of a man, but I know he holds my wife with some esteem and not just because Tracy lets him fuck her. And not just him. Mr Jones wife, Bianca, who is nearly as old as her husband, and just as wrinkly, has had sex with Tracy too.

I had a prearranged game of golf today and I didn't return home until it was nearly time to leave for the party. 'What are they?' I asked pointing to the two large carboard boxes on our bed.

'Mr Jones them sent over. They're our costumes for tonight.'

'Oh,' I said. 'I didn't realise it was a costume party.'

Tracy wiggled her hands in an uncertain manner. 'Sort of.'

'What does that mean?'

She laughed. 'It means you will have to wait and see.'

'I suppose Steve will be there,' I asked, as I started to strip so I could shower.

'He's my manager, of course he'll be there.' When Tracy looked at me, she said, 'Don't pout. You know I don't like it when you pout.'

'You know I don't care about your sex life, but Steve really gets under my skin.'

Tracy took hold of my arm and kissed my cheek. 'I know he does, but he is my manager. I can hardly ask Mr Jones to not invite him, can I. How would that look?'

'I assume Steve will want to fuck you tonight.'

'That is a definite possibility.'

'Yeah, and he'll rub my nose in it like he always does.' I didn't get it. All Tracy's other lovers treated me with respect or at least tolerate me watching. It's only Steve who likes to belittle me in front of her.

I showered and found Tracy wearing a pair of very sexy black fishnet thigh stockings and a tiny red coat with white fur trimming. 'Who are you supposed to be?'

'Mrs Clause, of course.'

The coat was held closed by a wide black leather belt, but I couldn't see any buttons. 'Do you have anything on under there?'

Tracy smiled. 'What would be the fun in that?'

'If you're Mrs Clause, does that make me, Mr clause?'

'Have a look and see.'

I opened my box and frowned. The first thing I saw was a pair of dark green tights. 'Am I supposed to wear those?'

'Come on don't be a party pooper. Try and get into the spirit of things.'

I pulled everything out and ran my eye over them. Along with the tights was a matching green jacket, a tiny silk shirt, a silly bright red elf hat and a pair of soft leather boots with pointy toes. 'Great.'

'Come on, you'll look cute.'

'How come you get to go as Mrs Clause, and I have to go as your little elf?'

'You're pouting again. If you keep this up, I'll go on my own and then you'll only get to hear about what I do there.'

I had already worked out that my wife was probably going to be the main entertainment for the party, and I certainly didn't want to miss out on her serving that many men, and possibly some women too. I forced a smile I didn't feel. 'Better?'

'Just get dressed.'

Tracy still wasn't smiling as I scanned the clothes for the underwear. 'Have you seen any boxers?'

'No, and Mr Jones gave me strict instructions that we are only to wear what is in the box and nothing else.'

With my wife's expression what it was, I didn't bother arguing. I pulled the tights on and did my best to adjust my cock so that it didn't show too badly. The silk shirt fitted around my chest but was so short it barely reached the top of my tights. I fastened the three available buttons and pulled on the jacket and the boots.

'What about your elf hat?'

I sighed but quickly placed it on my head. 'Better?'

Tracy finally smiled. 'I think you look very cute.'

I looked in the long mirror and thought I looked like a complete idiot, but I didn't mention it.

I drove while Tracy gave me directions. She had been to the house before, while I hadn't. A valet directed us to the rear of the house. I found a park and we walked to the big rear doors. A butler smiled knowingly at Tracy, while frowning at me. 'Servants usually enter though the side door.'

'I'm a guest,' I said, confidently.

'Err,' began my wife.

'What?'

'Technically you're a guest, but Mr Jones heard what a wonderful job you did as barman at our pool party, and I think he would like you to tend bar tonight.'

I wanted to point out that Tracy might have mentioned this earlier, but her threat to send me homes still hung in the air between us. 'Sure.'

The butler allowed us to pass but not before he slipped his hand under Tracy's tiny red coat.

'Jenkins,' said Tracy, as the butler felt between her long legs. 'You know the rules. You have to wait for slops!'

'I know, but it will be hours before this lot is finished with you.' He pulled Tracy in close and kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth as he fingered her. Tracy ran her hand down over the butler's trousers, stroking his stiffening cock. My own cock was starting to harden too, which made wearing these silly tights a problem as my dick stood out like a toy lamppost.

'Come on, you'd better let me go in before someone sees us,' said Tracy.

Jenkins reluctantly realised my wife. 'But I give you fair warning, you're not leaving this house until I fuck you.'

Tracy gave his cheek a quick peek. 'I wouldn't dream of leaving until I've ridden you.'

As we moved away, Tracy leant in closer to me and confided, 'He really does have the most wonderful cock.' She glanced around, before adding, 'I think that is the reason Bianca hired him.'

'You mean...?'

Tracy laughed at my astonishment. 'Yes, my boss's wife fucks their butler. Quite regularly as I understand it!'

'Ah, you've made it!'

Tracy turned just in time to receive a kiss from her boss, Mr Jones. He kissed her on the mouth before standing black and looking her over. 'Did you follow my instructions?'

'Yes, sir.'

'So...?' he said, his eyes dipping to the level of her crotch.

'Not a thing, sir.'

'Come on, here you can call me, Harold,' he said as he took hold of my wife's coat and eased the bottom of it open enough to reveal her pretty pussy. 'You do have the most gorgeous muff.'

'Come on, Harold, don't hog the poor girl,' said his wife, stepping closer and kissing Tracy as her husband had done.

'Hello, Bianaca,' said Tracy, as the husband and wife ogled her naked pussy.

'Makes you want to get straight to the fun part of the evening, doesn't it,' said Bianaca.

'Do you think we have time?' asked Harold.

'We have a room full of guests, so no, I don't think we have time. Not yet.'

Harold closed Tracy's coat and glanced at me. 'Good, you're finally here. Everyone is wating to be served.'

'I'll get straight to it, Harold.'

'Harold?'

His withering glace made my blood run cold. 'Err, I'll get straight to it, sir.'

'Better,' he said, taking Tracy's hand. 'There are a couple of special guests I'd like you to meet.

As he led my wife away, I realised Bianca was still standing close to me. She was studying where my small erection was pushing against my tights.

'You're not very big, are you?'

'Err...'

Bianca laughed. 'Don't worry, I sometimes enjoy the feel of a small cock in my ass.' Then she walked away leaving me feeling shocked and a little horrified. I hoped she didn't expect me to have sex with her. I've never had sex with anyone other than my wife since we were married.

I found the bar and a pretty maid approached me with a long list of requested drinks. I sort of knew how to make about half and the other half I googled. As the maid walked off with her tray filled, I wondered if she was a real maid, or some employee Mr Jones had roped in as he had roped me in to play barman.

I didn't have time to wonder for long. I still had a long list of drinks to make. I was kept busy and didn't really get to see what was happening. What I did notice was that each time the maid returned to me, Gail, was missing at least one item of clothing. At this point she was down to her pair of sexy white knee-socks, her tall stiletto shoes, and a pink stain thong. I found it difficult to drag my eyes from Gail's perfect tits. She was built much bigger than my wife and Gail's tits bounced delightfully with every step she took.

'God, I've never been groped by so many wrinkly old hands,' she confided in me.

I looked her over, trying not to be obvious. Hell, I'd love to grope her! But, as Mr Jones and his uppity butler had made clear, I wasn't so much a guest as one of the hired help. And I wasn't sure if hired help were allowed to grope the other help.

I loaded her tray as I sympathised with her, and Gail left.

I was slowly getting on top of things now, so I took a few moments to scan the room for my wife. I found her talking to a small group of men who looked older than my grandfather. At some point her belt and disappeared and her tiny red coat now hug open, revealing her pert little tits and her gorgeous pussy. As I watched one of the men smiled a toothy smile as he reached out and began to stroke Tracy's pussy.

'I'd like a martini, super dry, thanks.'

At the sound of Steve's voice, I slowly turned to face my wife's manager. I forced a smile I didn't feel. 'Coming right up.'

As I poured the ingredients into a shaker, Steve looked toward Tracy. 'God, if the bitch was my wife, seeing her groped like that by all these old men would turn my stomach!'

'Gail?' I asked, pretending to not follow who he was talking about. 'I didn't know Gail was married.'

Steve only rolled his eyes. 'Very drole.'

I secretly smiled as I poured his martini.

Steve took a sip. 'You might be improving. If you keep this up, you might make a passable servant one day.' He chuckled before telling me. 'Maybe I'll move in. Tracy can be my bed slut and you could cook and clean for us.'

God, how I'll like to smack him one!

'Gee, thanks.'

Gail chose that moment to return. Steve took the tray from her hands and wrapped his arms around her. Gail didn't try to resist as he French kissed her. I watched as his wondering hands roamed all over her voluptuous curves.

'God, I hope you do anal,' he said, when he released her.

Gail did her best to smile. 'I do anything a man wants me to do.'

Steve took hold of her shoulders and turned her around. He nodded toward me. 'Have you ever seen a more fuckalbe ass that this?' Before I could reply, he quickly said, 'Oh, other than your wife's, of course. It goes without speaking that her ass is fantastic to fuck.' He chuckled before adding, 'I should know, right?' He spun Gail back around as he told her, 'Good old Geoff here is married to the other slut, the one in the Christmas present outfit. Tracy works for me, and I've been doing her in the ass for over two years now.'

I saw the way Gail snuck a look of sympathy at me. 'That must be nice,' she said.

'Yeah, it's very nice. And I am going to enjoy doing you in the ass later.' He shrugged. 'But I know my place. I'm only a low-level manager, while most of these old guys are partners and that means they get first dibs with any pussy on offer.' Then he smirked at me. 'Anyway, I'll leave you two to get back to work, while I socialise.'

'I'm sorry about him,' I said, even though I had no control over Steve.

'He is an asshole, but at least he isn't all wrinkly like most of these other ones. He might make a nice change.'

I hated the thought of Steve being considered a nice change, but what could I say or do?

'Is she really your wife?'

I glanced at Tracy to see that someone had peeled her coat from her, leaving her dressed only in her sexy black thigh stockings. She was down on her knees, some old guy's cock in her mouth, while five or six other men gathered around to watch.

'Yeah, her name is Tracy.'

'Shit, don't you mind her doing that?'

I shrugged. 'Not really. Tracy has always been honest with me. She never fucks anyone behind my back. And, I guess I sort of like watching her.'

'I thought cuckolds were only a fantasy. I didn't know you were real.'

'I don't think of myself as a cuckold, but I suppose I am.' I noticed that Gail was staring at my crotch. 'What?'

'You have a boner.'

I shrugged again.

Gail glanced at where Tracy was wiping cum from her chin as another old man stepped in front of her, his cock sticking out of his trousers ready for his turn. 'God, you really do get off on watching her, don't you?'

'I guess I do.'

'Does she ever let you have sex with her?'

'Of course. We have a normal relationship, other than Tracy likes to have sex other men.'

'What about you?'

I shook my head. 'Never.'

Gail nodded. 'Good for you.'

I loaded her tray and she walked away. When she returned someone had stripped her thong from her and I couldn't stop looking at her pussy. It had been waxed perfectly smooth and there was a tiny gold ring pierced onto each of her vulva.

'You finding something interesting,' she said with a laugh.

'I'm sorry,' I said, finally dragging my eyes from her pussy. 'Do they hurt when you...' I felt myself blushing. 'You know.'

'Fuck!' she suggested.

'Yes.'

Gail laughed again. 'Not usually, but if the guy's cock is extra big, it can a little. She glanced over her shoulder, 'Not much chance of finding a huge cock in this lot though.' She looked down at where my raging hard-on pressed against my tight tights and frowned. 'I'm sorry.'

I laughed. 'I'm not insulted. I know I'm never the biggest cock in any room.'

'Hey, Geoff, I've got a new job for you.'

At the sound of Steve's voice, I cringed. I looked up to find him leading Tracy to me with five or six grinning old men trailing behind them. Someone had dumped a full load of cum into my wife's mouth and some of it had dribbled down her chin to spill onto her sweet little tits.

'It's clean up time!'

I knew Geoff thought he was being cruel or clever or possibly both, but I loved licking cum from my wife, so this was not going to be a chore for me.

Steve waited until the old guys circled around me before telling Tracy, 'Go on, babe, spit it all out.'

Tracy smiled at me as she dibbled more cum from between her lips. She must have been holding the entire load in her mouth, just waiting until now.

'Go on,' said Steve. 'Get to work, boy!'

I understood the game better than Steve thought. I didn't get angry. I didn't try to protest. 'Yes, sir.' Then I bent down and started to suck the cum from my wife's tits.

'Look at that,' cried Steve. 'I told you he'd do it!'

There were murmurs of wonderment from the old guys watching me. When Tracy's tits were nice and clean, I moved my mouth to hers and we kissed.

'Hell, can you imagine how her mouth must taste,' said one of the old guys. 'Three of us have had our cock in there.'

'Hell, you haven't seen anything yet. The wimp will eat cum out of any hole you dump it in. I've seen him clean her ass and her pussy at the same time!'

At the end of Steve's story there was a round of laughter, at my expense. I didn't mind. It was this or my wife would find cock without me and not knowing would be worse.

'Who wants to go next?' asked Tracy, dropping back to her knees.' She gave me a wink. 'I'm sure Goeff would be happy to clean me again.'

One of the old guys stepped up and I moved back behind the bar.

Gail leant in close, her big breast pressing firmly against my arm, as she whispered into my ear, 'Was that as gross as it looked?'

'Nah,' I whispered back. 'I've eaten that much cum now I don't mind it at all.'

'Have you ever, you know, blow a guy?'

I was shocked. 'Certainly not.'

'I'm sorry, said Gail. 'I just wondered, seeing as you seem to like cum so much.'

I shook my head. 'Nah, I'm not like that.'

'What if your wife asked you to. Would you do it?'

'I don't know,' I said, feeling suddenly puzzled.

Would I?

I'd like to think I wouldn't, but surely there was a time when I didn't think I'd ever eat cum and now I've eaten gallons of the slimy stuff. To tell the truth, I think I now look forward to eating cum, but only after a guy has dumped it in or on my wife. Yet, does that make it that different. Guys have pulled out and cum over Tracy's tits for me to clean. Is licking up freshly dumped cum like that any different to sucking on a dick and letting the guy pump the cum down my throat?

Yeah, I think it is different!

I looked at Gail. 'Nah, I don't do cock.'

She didn't seem convinced but let it go. 'I better get back to work.'

Tracy performed two more blowjobs. Each time, for the amusement of Steve and the firm's senior managers, she dribbled cum onto her tits for me to clean up.

'OK,' said Mr Jones, stepping into the middle of the room. 'I know that some of you have already sampled the wares on offer tonight.' That brought a dutiful laughter from his guests. 'But now it is time to get serious.'

He took Tracy by the arm and led her over to where a large armchair had been placed. 'Each man,' he frowned as he looked at me. 'Err, guest, will be invited to come up here and then Mrs Santa will sit on his knee so he can tell her what he'd like for Christmas.'

Bianca handed Tracy her red coat before buckling the belt back in place.

An old guy stepped up to the chair and sat down. Tracy sat on his knee, allowing the guy to run his hands all over her as he whispered dirty talk into her ear.

'Here, son,' said Harold, shoving a camera into my hands. 'You can take some photos for the guys to remember this night by.'

I stepped in front of the chair and snapped half-a-dozen shots of the old guy feeling up my wife. I hate to admit it, but my dick was so hard now it was hurting.

It took time, but all the guests took their turn to feel up Mrs Santa, while I captured them on the camera. Then it was Steve's turn. The smart prick took out his dick and had Tracy jerk him, while I took shots of them.

'Hey,' he said loudly when he finally stood up. 'We should get the best shot of everyone and make up a calendar to hang up in the boardroom.'

That brought another round of laughter.

Then, to my surprise, Bianca wanted a turn of sitting on the chair. Tracy gently sat on the old girl's lap and smiled for the camera as Bianca pulled open the red coat and played with my wife's tits.

'Go on, give the slut a big kiss,' called Steve.

Bianca took a handful of Tracy's hair and pulled her mouth to her own. I got in real close and got a few good shots of Bianca's tongue going deep into Tracy's mouth.

'Now, to really make sure everyone is ready to enjoy the entertainment tonight, I'd like to invite Mrs Santa to take our pretty maid onto the rug.'

Tracy stood up and shrugged off her coat. Dressed only in her thigh stockings, she took hold of Gail's hand and pulled her down onto the large bear rug. Gail had nothing on but her knee-socks, so they were both soon enjoying the other's pussy, while the old boys watched, and I snapped more photos.

Mr Jones let them both orgasm twice before pulling them apart. 'Right let's form two lines and get this party started.'

Mr Jones stood in the front of the line for Tracy, while his vice President, Jack Johnston, took the lead of the line for Gail.

'Feel free to pick any hole you like the look of, gentlemen,' said Mr Jones. 'I can assure you that both ladies here tonight don't care where you stick your cock into them, just so long as you do.'

There was more laughter.

Mr Jones sat on the sofa allowing Tracy to staddle him with her long legs and ride him. Jack pushed Gail over the padded arm of an overstuffed armchair and slipped his decent sized cock into her ass. As I guessed she might, Gail took him with ease. No one told me to, but I kept snapping photos. I guessed that maybe having photo evidence of my wife being fucked like this was not that clever, but I as feeling so horny myself that I didn't care.