The events I'm about to tell you occurred 6 months ago at my annual works Xmas party. I work for a local firm which specialise in selling office furniture and equipment to companies around the country. As a 32-year-old wife with 2 children I love working as it gives me freedom and adult company. My husband doesn't have a highly paid job but we get by on his and mine wages.
Recently the firm had been hit by the economic downturn a few girls from the office and delivery guys had been laid off. Because of this it was decided by the manager that instead of having deference departmental Xmas parties we all would have one big one to boast morale.
I love the Xmas party, it gives me a chance to dress up and party like I used to do in my teens. I work with some girls who are still in their teens/early twenties and every Monday morning we have a gossip at what happened over the weekend. Though I don't go out with them I enjoy the banter.
I was getting ready for the party, I decided to wear a red Santa's little helper outfit which showed off my legs and size 34D breasts. I rolled on my white hold-up stockings, red heels and looks at myself in the mirror. Mmm, I thought, I can still pull it off.
Excitedly I went downstairs to find out if my husband was ready, when I caught him on the phone.
"What now? Can't Jimmy do it? Ok I'll be there now," he said through the phone.
"What's up?" I said worryingly.
"There's a problem at work, I need to get in and sort it."
My face dropped, I really wanted to go to the Xmas party.
"Don't worry though I'll drop you off at the party and be back before you know it," my husband said trying to cheer me up.
"Mmm Ok but be quick," I responded.
It felt strange getting out of the car to a party without my husband, even though I knew everyone there. And there were a lot of people that turned out, music blaring and free alcohol provided by the boss.
I joined the girls from my office and they seemed to of already started drinking.
"Hey Stace, come and have some of this cocktail?" shouted one of them. Cheerily I skipped over to them.
As the party drew on I could feel myself getting drunk. Where was my husband? He's usually here to keep me sober.
Just then I noticed the girls giggling over something on the computer screen. Intrigued I stumbled over to see what all the fuss was about. When I got there I noticed that they had opened up a picture of the bottom half of a naked black man who had the biggest cock you had ever seen. I stood there mesmerised by it.
I had never seen a picture of a black cock before, it was so much bigger than my husbands, had veins popping up everywhere; balls as big as my fist. No girl could sure cope with that monster. I felt my pussy getting wet just looking at the chiselled muscles on his abs.
Then as I still stood there looking at this black cock, the girls all disappeared. I looked around and behind me was Carl, one of the delivery drivers. I instantly went red. I knew Carl had slept with most of the girls in the office and heard from them he had the biggest blackest cock around town.
"Do you like what you see Stac?" he grinned.
I froze.
"You know that picture doesn't do my cock justice," OMG it's his cock.
"Much bigger in the flesh," he continued.
As he talked to me his hand ran up and down my arm sending shock waves through my body making me go weak at the knees. He was wearing a white t-shirt which looked 2 sizes too small as his muscles were bursting to get out.
He then stepped closer to me and ran his hand up to my neck and down my back. I could felt the heat of his body so close to me. My nipples were erected and aching for attention when his hand stopped at the bottom of my back.
The effect of his presence, his hand and the alcohol were having on me caused my knees to buckle. Carl managed to grab my waist with one hand and grabbed a handful of my breast with the other.
"Woow darling, you don't need to fall to your knees in front of me...just yet," smiled Carl.
"I need some air, I think I've drunk too much," I replied, I needed to get from this man who was having this effect on me.
"No problem darling, I'll take you now. We don't want you falling over again do we?" Carl insisted putting me back on my feet and releasing his hand from my breast but keeping the other on firmly around my waist.
As we walked together from the party I began to hold onto arm for support. I didn't want to fall over and show everyone my panties. That's when his arm around my waist began to move to my breast seeking out my nipple and started to play with it.
"You need to stop doing that," I whispered into his ear.
"You're not tell me you don't need it and are not enjoying?" replied Carl.
It was true my nipples were both aching to be touched and played with by not from a black man.
"I have a husband," I said as we left the room.
"No, you have me."
And then Carl turned around in front of me and kissed me deep forcing me up against the wall of the corridor. He's expert tongue finding mine as we combined together in a hot haze of lust.
"Mmmm...Carl...we can't...mmm...we mustn't...I have a husband," I pleaded in between his kisses.
His hot body up against mine was having a direct effect on my pussy. I was soaking wet and horny as hell. Carl sensed this and grabbed my hand and we darted off into the office supply room.
Once inside Carl ripped off his top and grabbed me close. OMG I felt on fire. I lifted up my legs so they were around his waist continuing kissing as he moved towards the desk. He dropped my perk ass on the desk, opened my legs, ripped off my panties and darted towards my pussy.
