After the big rush, work was finally catching up and home life was getting back to normal. My boss Carl came into my office and said he was thinking about setting up a team building customer Bar-B-Que picnic. He said things had been hectic and the office had been under a lot of stress. Carl continued; with the industry tightening team member relationships outside the office were important and finding activities that the entire group could share was critical.
Carl also noted he had several potential clients but explained relationships have a short shelf life. He added matter how persuasive you are, no one will likely remember you from a business card or a one-time meeting. Making a connection quickly: grasp them with something to solidify the relationship was vital he noted. A bonding event that enables the staff to interact with customers and potential clients was a great investment. Carl stated he had picked a location but it was expensive to rent the entire location for the holiday weekend and wanted to confirm my wife and I could attend.
I was caught up in his pitch when I realized; "my wife" I asked?
I was only half-way listening to Carl as my mind was racing a mile a minute. My wife had abstained from several requests from my boss to join him at client events and it had been over a year since her last acquiescence to perform the lead role. I didn't even realize he had stopped talking and was looking at me for a response.
I was caught off guard and was a little at a loss but noted I would have to ask Pam if we could attend.
I tried to minimize my selfish reasons by thinking to myself our company was excelling while others in our industry were slowing down. We were expanding while others were cutting jobs. We had been billing more than our company had ever done over the past year and my bonus's had reflected the upturn.
Later that evening I was procrastinating, trying to figure a way to fit the question into conversation when I just blurted out "Carl wants us to attend a company picnic".
My wife seemed to stare at me for a long time, then asked pointedly "doesn't it bother you when your co-workers are fucking me?"
I was stunned by the abruptness of her question and there were a million things going thru my head but I realized I had an obsession... no more of a compulsion.
I loved my wife and our sex life was good but it was like a drug addiction. When my wife is being used it intensifies my senses. My orgasms are so intense there are no words to describe the feeling. In addition; my cock acts like being a teenager again, getting hard when the wind blows. I can cum more times in a short period than I thought possible. When I'm finished I'm so spent my balls ache.
After an awkward silence all I could think to reply was "would you rather not go?"
Pam looked at me for what seemed like eternity but was probably only a few seconds. She said "I worry about a lot of things: will the wrong people find out, what do your co-workers think of me, is what I'm doing wrong... but then I remember the rush of excitement being the center of attention, the arousal of being so vulnerable and the euphoria and relaxation from climaxing more than I thought possible..."
I interjected indecisively "if it makes you feel good?"
My wife went on "the last time I even had an orgasm the next day from the throbbing; I was just walking... I didn't even touch myself."
Before she could say anything else or change her mind I blurted out "I'll tell Carl we will be there."
My wife is an attractive 30 some-year-old mother of two. She is not a super model, but my colleagues think she is gorgeous and she keeps herself very fit. She stands 5'-2" with a slender 34B-24-34 body with an awesome bubble butt, brunette hair hanging just below her shoulders and an ever-present smile. Pam is typically a very conservative and modest woman, she is active at our local church and is a stay at home mom. But as I have found out she has a concealed uninhibited immodest element.
Carl had tentatively set up the picnic, inviting our best clients and a couple of possible new accounts. He pointed out that I would be the only manager level person at the event and it would be a great opportunity to position myself for further advancement. He went to great lengths to explain to me that the business world wasn't like a formal event and that Pam should dress in an immodest little outfit he had come across that was perfect for the event.
The morning of the picnic my wife squeezed into the skimpy tight white cotton shirt and skirt Carl had provided. We drove north of town following the map Carl had given me and arrived to a small parking lot with about 10-12 cars already parked. The map showed the grill and pavilion were about a half mile down the trail. The area was like a botanical garden; well-trimmed flowers and my wife talked about how beautiful it was to hide her nervousness. As we started walking down the path and could smell the cooking even from the lot.
When we got close the area we could see the smoke from the grill and a nicely kept pavilion; which was almost like a small house. Carl had the group broken into smaller groups, as they wandered around the gardens it looked like they were in the middle of some type of activity, like a scavenger hunt. Looking around at the wandering groups I was not surprised but realized my wife was the only female.
I counted 17 guys, most already drinking heavily; Carl, myself and seeing Philippe and Jorge was no surprise. The rest included my regular customers; Paul, Tim, Rob, Dale, Mic and our supplier and my neighbor Phil. What to say about Phil other than every time he came to an event with my wife he was able to get us another discount for our company's materials on our next order.
There were three prospective clients; Ruben, Eric and an older gentleman Bob. There were also four younger males; two I found out were Zach and Ryan (Phil's kids) and Bob's boys; Robert and Corey.
Carl pulled me aside shortly after we entered and explained that this event was very important to my job. He noted if "we" made a good impression today, especially with the prospective new clients I would be in line for more money and a promotion. Carl looked at Pam and asked her to give him a hand getting some cups and ice for the guys.
I gazed as they walked to the edge of the pavilion with Carl looking like he was giving her instructions. I could see my wife feign disgust, crossing her arms. I was a little confused when Carl reached and handed her a pouch and she walked around the corner.
Several minutes later I was beginning to understand Carl's scheme when my wife appeared with a beverage tray but without her skirt. Pam looked stunning passing out drinks in only her blouse, panties and heels. She had taken off her skirt to reveal her low rise red lace panties below the short tight white cotton top.
Pam's top was sheer and her bra shaped her breasts beautifully, the material allowed the dusky ring around her nipples to show through. Her panties were opaque but her dark patch of pubic hair could still be discerned under the lacy material. Her legs looked amazing from behind, the high heels making them look incredibly toned and muscular; the backs of her thighs were taut and shapely and her heart shaped buttocks round and firm. My hunch was Pam must have anticipated the impact; choosing the panties she wore because they covered less than half of her behind.
It also seemed the group had started taking notice as the activity was winding down and the guys gathering around my wife, gawking without trying to stare. Several guys broke the ice with Pam using the premise that the last item on everyone's list was to take a picture with an "exposed" living creature. They were pretending to complete their list; taking pictures with her but the boys were a little more obvious, following her like suckling pups.
When Pam came close I asked her how she was feeling.
She whispered that she felt incredibly sexy but nervous.
I asked her how far she was prepared to go...
My wife answered that she would go as far as necessary to "consummate" the activities as a devilish grin crossed her face.
I smiled at her and told I was already turned on by what she was doing.
Carl summoned Pam to serve the guys several more rounds as the group was starting to get rowdier. I was not surprised that my regular customers had brought some rum and Paul quickly got my wife to do several shots with them.
My wife continued to serve drinks to the group but the four boys seemed to lose all their inhibitions. The alcohol had made them brash as they followed Pam around they made no effort to hide their friskiness staring at my wife's ass when she walked.
I didn't blame them; Pam knows how to play to a crowd. Her posture up and confident and her butt cheeks moving immodestly with every step. I have always loved watching her ass; how the crease forms alternately at the bottom of each cheek when she walks.
After several more rounds of shots with the guys Pam's walk had slowed, a little unsteady in her heels trying to continue to replenish the guys drinks. When Pam got back to Carl I heard him say "Please don't ask me to explain, but I need you to take off your panties and hand them to me."
I pretended to object but Carl continued with instructions for my wife; "You are the only missus here; the clients will be looking at how well and how cheerfully you serve them."
Pam asked "why should I?" glaring over at me and putting on an act of being upset.
