Works Christmas Party
Before we met, my wife Marianne, had a number of sex partners. She was 21 years old when we first met and 23 years old when we married but she'd lost her virginity when she was 18! In the 3 years from 18 to 21 years old, her sex life was busy and varied. During the first months that we were dating, she still had a few sex partners as well as me, although I wasn't aware of that at the time!
So you will understand, she was used to enjoying sex any time she wanted and with whoever she wanted. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't some young slut available to anyone, but being petite, great looking, with a lovely figure and good fun too, she had many admirers to choose from, where she lived in central London. Furthermore she had no hang ups about creed or colour!
When we married, we set up home in a flat in Crystal Palace, South London! We both worked for companies based in South London. I worked for a shipping company located near the River Thames and Marianne worked as an accounts clerk for a medium sized manufacturing company in Brixton. She had been with the Company about 6 months.
It was a Friday shortly before Christmas, Marianne's employers had arranged for a staff Christmas party, for all the office and factory personnel. Not a grand affair just some basic party food and plenty of drinks!
I was home from work around 5.30pm, Marianne had told me not to expect her until after 11 o'clock. She had arranged a lift home so I didn't need to pick her up.
I got the flat warmed up, made myself some food and sat down to watch TV, with a beer or two. As the time got towards 11pm, I glanced out of the window occasionally to see if she was coming. The road passed right by the front windows of the flat.
By 11.30pm, there was no sign of Marianne and there were not many people out and about. By midnight I was getting worried! This was in the days before mobile phones, I didn't know where the party was being held so I had no way of contacting her!
At 12.45am, a van drew up on the opposite side of the road from our flat. I watched to see if Marianne was in it. After a few minutes, a man got out of the passenger side door, went round to the back of the van, opened the rear door and got inside. The door closed but the van remained parked and remained there for around 10 minutes.
Eventually the rear door opened again and the man got out. This time, under the street lights, I noticed he was black. He reached into the van and appeared to be pulling something out, then I saw that he was helping Marianne get out. She staggered a little as she stood up, the man put his arm round her and steadied her. She leaned into him and kissed him then he helped her across the road!
I rushed out of the flat and downstairs, all sorts of questions forming in my head. She had obviously drunk too much, but why was she so late, why had she not got out of the van as soon as it parked, who was the black man and why was she kissing him?
By the time I got downstairs Marianne, was inside the building and alone. I heard the van drive away. Marianne was dishevelled, her hair was all over the place and her lipstick was a mess. I asked her what the hell was going on and where had she been until this time in the morning! Her speech was slurred as she said I knew that she had been to the party and what was the problem!
I didn't want to argue on the communal staircase, so I helped her up the stairs and into our flat. I helped her off with her coat and then saw that her blouse was all undone and pulled out of her skirt. Her skirt was grubby and not on straight but pulled around, so the buttons were halfway round to the front instead of on her hip! I could smell perspiration on her, and her lips were obviously a bit swollen!
Again, I asked her what the hell had been going on, what had happened to her clothing and who had she obviously been kissing to get her lipstick so smeared. She wouldn't look me in the eye, so I just told her she had better get straight to bed and we would talk later in the morning. She needed a shower but there was no way I could leave her there, she would probably have fallen to the floor and I wasn't going to get in with her.
I helped her to our bedroom and started to undress her. She tried to stop me, but I didn't want her to get into bed in the state she was in, so I persisted. I sat her on the bed and removed her shoes, then I took off her already opened blouse and saw that one of her bra straps was torn and hanging down.
I undid her skirt and pulled it off. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt, both stockings were laddered, then I saw that the gusset of her panties was wet. I removed her bra and saw small scratches on both her breasts, her nipples were red and looked sore. I had no doubt that she had had sex!
I removed her panties, expecting to see swollen pussy lips! What I wasn't expecting, was to see a thin stream of cum, which her panties had been holding in, dripping out of her pussy. Shit, she had been gangbanged!
I put her to bed and she passed out almost immediately. She slept most of the following day! I wasn't sure what emotion I felt most, concern for her or anger with her!
The following evening, she got out of bed, went straight in to the shower and stayed there for twenty minutes. She dressed and came into our living room. She said she was so sorry and wished she had not gone to the party at all! I was cool, calm and determined not to lose my temper and shout at her!
I said "OK, I'll make you coffee and you can tell me all about what happened last night! I don't want any bullshit, just tell it straight!"
This is how Marianne's story went.
