The Christmas Party

The following story is written by me but at the request of a married couple who follow my writing and asked me to produce it for them. It is their fantasy, although they do say it has some elements of truth in it. It is a story about a cheating wife and cuckolded husband, so for anyone who doesn't enjoy reading about these subjects, please move along without comment or scoring. As for anyone else who does continue and read it to the end, we hope you enjoy.

All characters bear no resemblance to anyone in real life, nor are meant to.

As always, the legal copyright to this story belongs solely to the author and it may not be copied and reprinted anywhere without his express permission.

Thank You,

Oldie

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THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

"Please, please, forgive me my darling... Oh my God, how could I have been so stupid? ... I've only ever loved you sweetheart, I don't know what came over me, I just... I never thought... Oh bloody hell!... I didn't mean to, it was just so... So... Please, my darling, please forgive me, I'm so sorry..."

Samantha Green's sobbing words tumbled hysterically from her trembling mouth as she buried her head in her hands, her whole body shaking as she cowered away from her husband, trying to sink as far as she could into the deep leather passenger seat of their Range Rover.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!..."

His curt, dismissive, almost-screaming, shout shocked Samantha to the core. In their 35 years of marriage, she'd hardly ever heard him raise his voice to her, never mind use language like that. Visibly wincing, the deeply shocked woman shrunk as far away from the love of her life as was possible in the confines on their car. Head in hands, blubbering like a chastised child, she curled her body up as small as she could, trying to sink herself as deep into the seat as possible, desperately wanting the whole sorry mess to disappear, or better yet, never to have happened in the first place...

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Chapter 1 - Samantha

Sitting in their silent car, head turned away from her visibly fuming husband, Samantha couldn't prevent her thoughts drifting back,

"Oh my God, you stupid bitch!... Why the hell did you allow yourself to let go like that? It wasn't as if it was the first time another man had tried to seduce you, was it?... 37 years you've been together with Tom, and now you've thrown it all away, all for the sake of having too much to drink and allowing yourself to be... Well, let's face it, you stupid cow, all for the sake of being FUCKED!!"

Looking up at her husband's anger-filled face, she reached for the white knuckles of his hand as it gripped the steering wheel, only for him to vehemently shake her fingers from his as he glowered down at her with a look that seemed to be almost hate-filled. Tears again ran down her face as she once more shrunk away from him.

"I'm so sorry, my darling."

Her whispered apology, somehow seeming much louder than it actually was in the quiet confines of the luxury vehicle, was only met by yet another glower of disgust, his already tight lips pulling even firmer against his teeth as he deliberately ignored her and continued to stare at the road ahead.

Cowering in her seat, almost totally hidden from view by her thick winter coat, Samantha's mind drifted back to what had happened to her in the last few hours. She sobbed again, morosely remembering how she'd allowed herself to be seduced by a man at least 30years her junior; how she'd given herself totally to only the fourth man in her life to ever share her bed; how she'd willingly, even enthusiastically, allowed him to use her body in ways she had never even imagined...

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The evening had all started so well. The firm's Christmas party had been swinging along nicely with all managerial levels mingling casually, as was usually the case at these sort of functions when the abundant supply of free alcohol inevitably led to the lowering of barriers between bosses and staff.

Although, as Head of Human Resources, Samantha was obliged to attend the annual gathering and celebration where several awards were handed out to the staff after they'd consumed the abundant fare and before they'd imbibed too much of the free beverage, she had always managed to keep herself aloof from the general shenanigans that seemed to occur when so many work colleagues gathered together and let their hair down. Many almost-strangers would find their drink-fuelled, lowered inhibitions resulting in innocent, and not so innocent, flirtations and liaisons that would become a main source of amusement and gossip amongst their colleagues for the following weeks. These drunken dalliances would inexorably lead to great embarrassment and humiliation for the people concerned - a situation Samantha had always been very careful to avoid for herself. This year though, her 20

th

at the company, had been different.

Two weeks before, after years of trying, Samantha and Tom's eldest daughter had given birth to twins, giving the over-joyed grandparents their 10

th

and 11

th

, and most probably last, little darlings for them to dote over. Probably because of this, Samantha had maybe celebrated a little too much at the party, consuming several more Gin & Tonics than she would normally have done on these social occasions. Not drunk, she'd had just enough to make her more upbeat and playful than her work-colleagues usually saw her. Laughing at their silly jokes, even dancing with a few of them, she'd relaxed and enjoyed herself much more than was normal for her in the circumstances. Unfortunately drinking that amount of alcohol, as had always been the case, not only also made her more carefree and spontaneous than usual but lowered her usually staid inhibitions and made her horny and receptive to sexual advances - a situation her loving husband would have been all to aware of... if only he'd been there.

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Silent tears streaming down her cheeks, deep sobs racking Samantha's body, her now, stone-cold sober mind drifted back to the events that had brought her here. Julian, his name was. An on-the-road salesman for the company she'd only ever met a couple of times before, he was also the first black man she'd ever danced with in her life. A good dancer herself, she'd been thrilled at how good he'd been, leading her confidently through steps she'd almost forgotten about over the years. Husband Tom wasn't a dancer as such, looking at it as a 'duty' he had to perform whenever his wife wanted to trip the light fantastic, whereas Julian was. Tall and lean, his sensual movements had brought out the best of her as they danced together for at least an hour.

Completely lost in her thoughts now, she couldn't help herself, a tingle of excitement shot through her loins as she remembered how their bodies had gradually melted deeper into each other as the evening wore on, slow dances becoming more and more intimate as he'd led her into a dark corner of the room out of sight of the rest of the staff. Slowly she'd become aware of his huge hands cupping her buttocks; his strong arms pulling their groins together. Another wave of excitement shot through her soaked vagina as she remembered the first shock of how massive he was, his rock-hard cock reaching way past her belly as he ground into her. She'd heard the rumours, of course; about how black men were so much bigger. Now the proof was there, pressing against her. She secretly blushed, remembering the shock of his warm hands on her naked bottom after he'd surreptitiously raised the back of her dress and lowered her panties. His finger probing at her rear entrance - something Tom had never been interested in but she'd secretly enjoyed in her moments alone with her vibrator - had caused her to moan out loud as his lips clamped themselves over hers and his tongue gently eased into her welcoming mouth, all the while his magnificent phallus throbbing against her soaked vagina.

"No... No... Please stop, someone will see."

She'd hissed into his mouth as she continued to grind herself against him,

"I shouldn't be doing this, I'm your boss... and a grandmother, and old enough to be your mother... I really love my husband, I've never..."

"Never what, boss lady... Been unfaithful?... Fucked a black man?"

His deep voice in her ear shook her to her senses. Pushing him away, she nodded her head,

"Yes... and yes..."

"Are you sure?"

There was just enough light for her to see his almost smug grin as he took her hand and placed it onto his naked, throbbing cock that somehow he'd craftily managed to extricate from his trousers.

"Oh my God... I've never..."

She couldn't help herself, marvelling at the magnificence of the throbbing pole that her fingers couldn't get anywhere near encircling. In that instant, the lust in her took over her senses. She wanted him. Wanted that fabulous piece of meat inside her. Never before had she been unfaithful, but now she desperately wanted this virtual stranger to fuck her senseless.

"I have a room,"

She whispered, pulling away from him again and pulling her panties up to allow her dress to drop and cover her again,

"Room 602... Give me twenty minutes to say my good-nights, then come up.

*****

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this..."

Samantha's words stuck in her mouth as it was enveloped once again by his thick, dark, lips. Their kiss, tongues probing and wrestling, seemed to last for an age, turning her already soaked vagina into a streaming river that flooded her silk panties.

Eventually he pushed her away from him, forcing her far enough to allow him to take in the full view of her mature body. Without a word, but smiling smugly into her eyes all the while, he swiftly undressed himself, quickly removing everything until he stood in front of her as naked as the day he'd been born.

"Now you!"

His deep, confident, voice shook Samantha out of her daze. As a powerful and ambitious business woman, she'd always been the assertive one in any of her relationships with men, now, she couldn't help but obey his command. She blushed, looking down at his hand as it gently stroked his shiny, black phallus while he waited patiently for her. Never before had she seen anything so big in real life. A cock that was so thick and long, and so fucking hard. Tom's was okay, average length and girth, and she'd never had a problem orgasming whenever they'd made love over the years, but this... My God, it was magnificent!!...

Nervously, she turned and allowed him to lower her zipper and slip her cocktail dress off her shoulders and down to her waist before turning her around again. Her semi-sheer black bra did absolutely nothing to hide her large, floppy breasts from his expectant gaze as he stepped away from her and indicated with a slight nod of his head that she should continue. She blushed. She'd never liked others seeing her old, naked body. Even her doctor and her husband looking at her never ceased to embarrass her whenever she was naked and exposed in their presence. Saggy breasts, with their protruding rubbery nipples, evidence of her feeding all her five children naturally; soft, slightly bulging belly over-hanging her waistband; buttocks at least three sizes larger than she'd have liked that seemed to hang out of her considerable panties unless she wore a restrictive girdle; all shamed her, reminding her of a constant battle to keep her weight down over the years.

For some reason beyond her understanding, the naked black man in front of her seemed to like what he saw. He smiled lustfully at her, licking his lips in appreciation whilst continuing to slowly stroke the magnificent shaft in his hand, silently encouraging her to continue to undress. She sheepishly smiled back at him, reaching around and unclipping the heavily loaded bra to allow her breasts to drop and sag against her ribs before dropping the garment on the chair at her side. Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and lust, she moaned softly, her eyes transfixed on the sight of his obvious arousal. Slowly she lowered her dress and panties to the floor and stepped out of them leaving her naked apart from her black hold-ups and shiny Jimmy Choo's

"No... Leave them."

His soft, authoritative voice stopped her as she went to remove the shoes, causing her to raise her gaze from his groin up to his face and look into his eyes. A soft chuckle escaped her lips just before they were enveloped by his, the thought that all the men she'd ever known seemed to be obsessed by woman's legs in stockings and high-heels slightly distracting her before she lustily returned his kiss.

Feeling the bed against the back of her knees as she was walked slowly backwards, she willingly allowed her body to be lowered down onto the soft mattress. Legs spread wide, she blushed again as she realised she was open to his appreciative gaze, shamelessly glad that she'd carefully trimmed her usually abundant bush before setting out that evening.

"Mm-mm, that's beautiful..."

He murmured, kneeling between her yawning thighs,

"I love a bush, so unusual nowadays."

A soft groan escaped her as his mouth descended onto her soaking vagina. Softly, his lips suckled on her erect clitoris, the sensitive nub swollen and clearly visible amongst the curls. His teeth gently nibbling at her prominent bud brought another involuntary moan from her mouth as she fought for breath and writhed on the bed beneath him. Slowly, she felt his tongue delve into her depths. Her thighs raised to meet him, her legs tightly clamping around his head and pulling the squirming muscle even further into her soaking wet pussy. She'd always loved oral sex. Loved having her pussy eaten. She even enjoyed sucking her husband's cock as a special treat for him, but this... this felt as though she was being entered by an over-active snake looking for a hiding place.

"Oh my Godddd... So good... Soooo... Oh Fuckkkkk!!"

Samantha had had many an orgasm in her life. Although she had always tried to hide her latent sexuality, she was a woman who thoroughly enjoyed sex with her husband, usually climaxing at least once during their lovemaking. Always enjoyed it, but never in her life before had she cum so quickly and so hard. Her thighs clamped even tighter around his head. Her pussy literally flooded his mouth with her juices. On the bed above him, she pulled and twisted her own nipples, unthinkingly adding to her excitement as she silently screamed her pleasure, her whole body stiffening and convulsing as the biggest climax she'd ever experienced suddenly shot through her like an erotic thunderbolt.

In a daze, she felt him climb on top of her. She tasted herself as his lips clamped over hers; tasted her essence on his tongue as it writhed against her own. Slowly she became aware of him probing against her; felt his knob gently slipping inside her; stretching her. After five children, accommodating such a weapon wasn't a problem, but even so, as it nudged deeper and deeper inside her, she began to feel it reaching places her husband had never come close to. Unbeknownst to her loving spouse, she had secretly purchased several vibrators and dildos that she'd kept hidden from him and used on herself in her private moments, and although one of her toys was quite large, this was different. Hard, but soft at the same time, the cock slowly plundering her willing pussy was a hot, living, throbbing, piece of meat that was thrilling her to the core.

Almost with a will of their own, her arms and legs naturally wrapped around him, pulling him firmly against her soft, mature body. Slowly, delightfully, she felt him slide even further into her until he was gently bumping against the entrance to her cervix, a place no living flesh had ever

entered

before. Suddenly, with a firm push aided by her own hips raising to meet him, he was through and into her. Into the part of her only her babies had ever occupied before.

"Ohhh Fuckkkk..."

Her moan of fulfilment caused him to chuckle softly in her ear. He knew just how big he was; knew how gentle he had to be in order to fully impale any woman he fucked.

"You like that, boss lady?... Like that big, black cock fucking your old white cunt?"

Her usual reservations and inhibitions about bad language tossed aside and somewhere on the floor along with her pussy-soaked knickers, his taunting words didn't appal her as would normally be the case. Instead she grinned lustfully up at him, pulling his lips to hers and grinding her tongue against his in a display of shameless sexual desire she'd never imagined she was capable of.

"Yes, you bastard. Fuck this white cunt with your beautiful black cock... Fill it with your dirty cum... C'mon, my big man... Fuck me like the cock-loving slut I am!!"

Profanity the like of which had never passed her lips before, served only to encourage her lover. Slowly, he began raising the tempo of his thrusts; began lengthening the strokes of his cock as it pleasured her welcoming cunt.

"You want that, woman? All of my black cock? Is it better than your wimpy, white husband's?...Tell me baby, tell me what you want..."

Her lover's words, tauntingly delivered as he looked into her eyes whilst his pelvis thrust his cock ever deeper and faster into her, emboldened Samantha even more; excited her already lust-filled brain to accept and welcome the unadulterated animalistic fucking her body was receiving. Enjoyment of the waves of pleasure emanating from her loins and spreading throughout the whole of her body totally destroyed any lingering inhibitions left in her; cast any regrets she may have had left about betraying her husband's love totally and irrevocably from her brain, filled as it was by the feelings of carnal desire centred at her cock-stretched cunt

"Oh my God, you black fucker... I love your cock... I love it fucking my dirty white cunt like it has never been fucked before... Filling me like my husband's never has... Oh Fuck... It's so good... I'm going to cum so hard for you. Harder than I've ever cum before... I want your filthy seed deep in my unprotected cunt, filling me until it overflows all over your big, black balls... Fuck me hard and make this filthy old white bitch yours for ever... Oh sweet Jesus, I love being fucked by my gorgeous nigga lover..."

Their sweat-soaked bodies slid against one another, squashing her soft breasts between them as their groins met, a mixture of their sweat and her flowing juices squelching obscenely as his shaft continued to pound into her overflowing cunt.

This time she couldn't hold back. Her loud scream echoed around the room,

"Oh Fuckkkk... Yes...Yes... I'm cumming... So fucking hard... Oh my Godddd!!..."

"Me too, you filthy bitch... I'm filling your horny-bitch cunt with my cream... Take it baby... Cum with me..."

His words, gasped loudly into her ear, signalled the end. With one, final thrust he spurted deep inside her unprotected womb; filling her cavity with so much of him and forcing a hot mixture of his cum and her love-juice to squirt out of her and spread in an ever-increasing sticky mess on the bed beneath them.

Gasping for breath, she moaned loudly as his softening cock slowly slid from her allowing another deluge of their juices to flow from her obscenely stretched cunt and further mess the bed between her legs. With a soft, chuckling moan, he rolled off her and lay at her side, eyes closed and gulping for air like a man just rescued from drowning.

Slowly she came down from her sexual high. Her soft motherly tits, topped by her painfully hard nipples, flattened and spread apart on her chest, rising and falling in time with her heavy breathing. Several minutes passed before she was able to turn to him and plant a soft kiss on his sticky cock before moving to his lips and melding their mouths together in a passionate display of her contentment.