Hope you enjoy this one, I was going to enter it in the holiday contest but decided not to. Like always, I like constructive criticism and if you e-mail me I try to respond quickly. Be warned the slash and burn comments will be deleted as soon as I see them. Sorry about the mistakes I'm still trying to find an editor.
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Let me tell you about a party we had a few years back. Every year at our house my wife Dawn and I hosted a Christmas party for my employees. This one particular party was going to be the last one though because I had sold my company to a guy that had a pocket full of cash.
I was retiring, I wasn't that old, maybe a bit of grey showing, but the money was enough that Dawn and I could take life easy as long as we watched our money and didn't get carried away and spend it extravagantly.
The guy that bought me out was taking over in the New Year, and I had already moved all my stuff out of the office and had been showing him the ropes of how the company worked. My employees jobs were secure because of the way the business worked and they all were needed to keep things running smoothly.
With the money Dawn and I had decided to splurge a bit and get one big treat each. Dawn couldn't make up her mind what she wanted but I had bought her the one thing she had been wanting for many years. I had to go to an auction to find a good cherry red, fifty seven thunderbird convertible. I spent a bit more than I wanted but I knew I would accumulate a lifetimes worth of brownie points for it. Myself I wanted a small place in the backwoods where I could just sit and watch the birds and wildlife. I had been looking for a while now and thought I found the perfect place.
For the party we had done up the house in the usual holiday decorations, and of course there were the mandatory five or six clumps of mistletoe hanging around. We ended up with ten single guys and five couples as guests. That meant there were a total of 16 guys once you included me and including Dawn there was six women.
My employees were a tight knit group and socialized quite often, so everyone felt comfortable around each other. In past parties there had been a lot of fun and flirting, but right from the start of this one I could feel something else too. It almost felt like there was a force in the air just waiting to burst forth. I was busy being the designated bartender so I could talk to everyone as they came up for more refreshments. Since it was the holiday season, and I was paying for the cabs, all the drinks were made pretty strong. Dawn played the part of the hostess making sure everyone had plenty of snacks plus she spent a lot of time chatting with everyone.
We had a catered meal which was on the main floor. We had so many guests the dining room wouldn't hold everyone so the caterers had brought some more tables which extended from the dining room into the front room. The meal, like always was very filling. There was turkey, dressing, veggies, potatoes, a lot more wine than necessary, plus all the other things that made for a great feast. Once that was out of the way, everyone adjourned to the basement rec. room again for the rest of the evening.
Once everyone was in the rec. room, most of the guys gravitated to the bar and were passing on their bull shit. The single guys were bragging about their latest conquests and the married guys, not to be outdone were bragging about what their wives were like in bed. The women were all on the other side of the room having their hen party. I could tell they were talking about us because they would put their heads together then they would look over at us and start giggling.
As the evening went on I realized I didn't have the right physical attributes to stay popular with the guys. I was male and didn't have tits or a pussy, so the guys slowly abandoned me and were standing around the room in groups of two's and three's. It finally dawned on me why they were spaced about the room. They all were congregating around those clumps of mistletoe. Whenever some female got even close to some mistletoe, there were always a couple of guys grabbing her arm and dragging them under the mistletoe wanting their kisses. It was almost a contest to see which of the guys could get the most kisses from the girls.
At first the kisses were fairly innocent, but the guys were getting bolder with the kisses and it didn't seem to matter if the girl was married or not. The women didn't seem to be complaining though, and if truth be known some were even going from one clump of mistletoe to the other.
Everyone had had more than their share of drinks and the girls were all laughingly carrying on and giggling when they got their kisses. They looked and acted like high school kids that had gotten away with doing something naughty. I watched as my wife Dawn was getting more than her share of kisses. She was acting totally out of character by seemingly liking the attention by willingly giving as good as she got.
As time went on I noticed that the kisses were lingering pretty long and there now seemed to be some tongue action taking place. To my amazement none of the girls were complaining or trying to resist the advances the guys made. With there being no resistance from the girls all the guy's hands were soon wandering more and more, and there was more than one girl who had her tits squeezed, or ass grabbed.
Things took a real turn when Dawn got caught by a group of three married guys. They surrounded her so she couldn't get away and they were kissing her aggressively. I also saw that as well as kissing her they were molesting her pretty good. I noticed her blouse fall to the floor followed by her bra. Some of the other guys noticed the action with Dawn so they must have decided if it could happen to her why not the rest of the girls. Soon there were more clothes on the floor and a few topless girls to boot.
