Christmas Party

Being self-employed during the Christmas season means there are typically no ‘work Christmas parties’ to be invited to. I have not been able to take my wife to any in the last 5 years. We really enjoyed the fun connections that were made in the past parties with co-workers and their spouses. Just a real fun way to get to know each other, away from the hustle of the work environment.

This year, the weeks before Christmas, we had planned to just get last minute shopping & decoration done. But then, one of thecontractors I refer work to from time to time was having a smaller Christmas party for his company of about 15 – 20 people. He lives in a good-sized home in the next small town away from us, and was planning a catered dinner and cocktails on a Saturday night, a couple weeks before Christmas. He asked me if my wife and I would like to join them. Obviously, I had to check with Wendy before I could accept the offer, so I told him that I would get back with him the next day to confirm.

That night I brought up the party to Wendy and let her know who was throwing the party and the group of people that would probably be there. We would really not know many people there, other than some of the guys that I have seen on properties they had worked on. She put some thought into it and finally let me know by the end of the day that she would like to go, but she didn’t know what she could wear. I told here we could find something for her the next time we went out shopping. She had not been out much since the crazy pandemic, so she needed a bit of an updated party dress. I loved her curves, so I was helpful only in the way of helping her pick something out that showed them off. With 36DDD breasts, I wanted her to be classy, but also a bitrevealing, but not slutty. We found the perfect outfit that both of us liked. She is much more modest than I am, so we met in the middle.

The night came for the party and as we were getting ready, I asked if she would be wearing any nylons or stockings tonight. She knows that I have a thing for legs wrapped in nylons or thigh high stockings. She went looking and told me that she had found one pair in the back of her drawer and would wear them ‘for me’. I was thrilled! I love seeing legs in the nylon material and so miss that the fad is not as prevalent as in years gone by. Thigh highs were even better for the imagination, if you got the chance to see the top hem of the stockings.

We arrived at the party shortly after the start time of 6PM. Cocktails & hors d'oeuvres were being served when we arrived. Wendy took a glass of white wine and I had a beer. She drinks very little, so I am assuming that this glass will most likely last half of the night. I introduced Wendy to the host, who in turn introduced us both to his wife. The girls started chatting a bit, so it gave us a few minutes to start talking about things. Conversations usually wrap around work when you are at these types of parties and this was no different. The girls got tired of over hearing us talk about things, so they moved elsewhere, where Wendy was introduced to other people. The host introduced me to a couple other guys that work with him as well and we all got along really well.

Dinner time arrived and we all took our spots at the table. I noticed that Wendy’s wine looked to not be drank much when we sat down, and she sipped a bit during our dinner courses. As dinner came to a close the host and his wife told everyone that we would be starting the White Elephant gift exchange next and get ready. We had no idea of this exchange, so we just watched the guests take turns picking gifts from the table. And then the obvious ‘stealing’ of gifts between people taking turns. It was mostly mild, with the exception of one of the wives really wanting a wine gift basket, that her husband would steal, being one of the last numbers to pick. As he made his way to the open gift on the table in front of a guest, my wife leaned over to me to fill me in, that a woman she had met earlier heard there was a wine gift basket and wanted to get it tonight. And as she explained this to me, the husband went over and stole the gift and brought it back to his wife. She smiled and kissed him for the steal. Then she looked towards Wendy and smiled with a ‘thumbs up’ gesture. Wendy smiled back with a quiet little clap for her. I noticed Wendy’ wine glass was just about empty, so I asked if she would like another, or if she wants to hold off for now. She told me that another would be nice, so I went to grab another for her. The makeshift bar tender asked what I would like and I told him a white wine. He looked at me kind of funny and said I didn’t looking like a wine drinker. I mentioned that it was for my wife and I pointed her out across the room. He said “Oh for Wendy, I know exactly what kind she wants”. This caught me off guard, because I thought that she had been nursing the original glass she had when we came in. He told me that her and a couple other wives were hanging around the bar discussing wines and taking sample drinks of different wines he had. I got her glass and headed back over to where she was standing.

After the gift exchange, people started mingling again and Wendy went off with the women again and I with the host and a few of his crews. We ended up breaking out some really good bourbon and started drinking pretty freely. The stories got more about personal things than work as time went on. We must have been telling stories for more than an hour when I decided to go check on Wendy. I didn’t see her in the living room or kitchen where most people were, so I thought she might be in one of the bathrooms. I started walking through the home to where the bathrooms were and ran into one of the women she was talking with. I asked if they had seen her and she said that she was feeling a little woozy, so the hostess took her to one of the spare rooms to get away from it all for a few minutes and possible lay down. She directed me to where the room was, “down this hall, second door on the left” she said. The hall way was somewhat dark and out of the way. I made my way down the hall and the door was closed. I heard something behind the door, but it was more of a muffled sound. I was hoping she was not getting sick. I cracked the door open and looked in, but it was a bit darker inside, so it took my eyes a moment to get a visual.

As my eyes adjusted to the darker room, I saw Wendy laying on her back on the bed. Her head was on the pillows at the top of the bed and her arms were laying flat and raised up near her head. I thought I heard her making a noise like a moan or a mumble. My eyes adjusted a bit more and I saw someone kneeling on the other side of the bed, like they were hiding. An arm was visible on the bed and led up into the bottom of her dress. When standing, the dress fell below her knee. While laying on the bed, it was high enough that I could see the top of her thigh high stockings. As I mentioned earlier, the sight of stockings and the top hem excite me to no end. And this time was no different. My wife’s thighs were exposed and the white skin showed brightly above the black nylon material. She lay there not objecting to the touch of the stranger’s hand or the exposure of her thighs. The arm is still, not moving at all. They probably thought that whoever peeked in would see her crashed on the bed and leave. But, I didn’t…

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. The stranger was very still. I moved to the close side of the bed and knelt down beside it. I gently put my hand along her leg, right above her knee where the black nylon still covered her skin. Her legs were slightly parted, so it was pretty easy for me to slide my hand up the inner side of her thigh, until I reached the top of the stockings. I love the feel of bare skin at this spot. I run my fingers over the lacy top of the stockings and touch her skin across her leg. I first run my fingers to the outside of her leg and follow the lace to the very inside of her thigh. At that point, I touch the stranger’s skin that has been very still since I walked in. They did not move at all. My fingers switched to her other leg and I ran them along the top as well, then back to the inner thigh. I was starting to breath pretty heavy as the back of my hand started making it’s way up between her thighs, closer to her pussy. The higher I went, the warmer her legs became. I moved the hem of her dress up a bit higher to give more access to her. I had to do this pretty slowly and carefully so not to awaken her. I whispered to the stranger, “Go ahead and feel her. I know that is what you want”. Very slowly their hand moved up her thighs, just fractions of an inch at a time. I was patient and was getting pretty hard watching this hand move up my wife’s thigh. I told them to go even higher. And they followed my directions. Their hand was cupped around her inner thigh and slowly raised all the way to the material of her panties. He felt her wetness. She is always warm and when she gets excited she gets wet fairly easily.

I tell them, “Push against her pussy, feel her wetness”. As they do, I see the stranger for the first time. He needs to readjust hisposition to gain better access. It is dark, but it looks like one of the crew I met earlier in the party. He does not really look towards me at all. He focuses on Wendy’s thigh and the visible panties that his finger is pushed up against. She is so wet that the pressure he is applying on her panties is making them soaked. It is very noticeable that her pussy is soaking at our touches and he is the one receiving that reward. He moves his finger to the side of the panties and slides easily under the fabric. His finger lays against her bare wet lips not as he slowly slides them up and down the valley of her pussy. I am about to blow my load as this guy is preparing to insert his fingers into my wife. I tell him to “go on”, and he does. He is focused on Wendy’s thighs and feeling his finger slide between her lips and into her vagina. I look up at her face and I catch her smile. Her eyes open and look at me for a brief second. Her facial expression goes back to being ‘out of it’.

Yes, this was somewhat planned. If it could happen at all. We had talked about her seducing a guy and fooling around, but she was too shy and embarrassed. Tonight, seemed like a good opportunity, if there was a chance and she would not be the one making the moves. I told her that I would really enjoy being there if anything would happen and she said that would be the onlyway it could happen. Wendy must have obviously had enough wine in her body to break through the ‘wall’ of letting herself go.

So here we are, two guys kneeled beside the bed that she lays on with her dress raised up high enough for me to get excited about the stockings and another guy’s fingers exploring her pussy. I whispered to him asking him what he wanted to do. He looked at me and told me that he wanted to lick my wife’s pussy. I told him he would have to be careful as to not wake her. We both carefully spread her legs a bit wider. The panties she was wearing were not tight to her body, so they were easier to pull to the side. He climbed up on the bed a bit more to get his face closer to her pussy. My hand kept softly sliding over the nylon material of her stocking as my other hand helped pull her panties to one side. He moved in closer and finally reached her and kissed the top of her pussy, which would soon be exposing her throbbing clit. It takes a few strokes of the tongue for her body to open up those lips and expose her very sensitive clit. His tongue explored between the very wet lips. Her body jolted a bit as he hit the sensitive areas. He kept exploring with long strokes from the top to the bottom of her lips. He pressed in deep to her and guided his tongue deep into her vagina and then back out to touch the sensitive exposed clit. Her body once again jolted, this time with pressure towards her open mouth as he started ‘making out’ with Wendy’s pussy. Her body withered and moved with his tongue. Her hands finally came down and held his head as she guided him to the spot she wanted touched. Her hips would raise in sync with the licking he was giving her. She pushed her pussy deep into his face and hold him tightly against her wet flesh. His tongue slid slowly along her swollen clit and she could not handle any more before exploding in an awesome orgasm. Fighting back to not make any LOUD noises, she moaned, whimpered, groaned, beathed out load as she kept riding his tongue with each pelvic thrust into his face. She does not spray when she cums, but she sure lets go of some very tasty juice.

His face was covered with her juices and saliva as she kept sliding her pussy along his face from his chin to his nose and then slowly back down again. As her orgasm started to subside, she slowed her movements and eventually fell back into the bed on her back in exhaustion. Her fingers still running through his hair lightly as she looks down at him, and then to me. He kisses her pussy one more time and then looks over at me. I just looked at him with a smile and said “Thank you, she really wanted that tonight”. As he started to get off of the bed and out from between her legs, I continued sliding my hands over her stockings and up her thighs, where now I can feel the wetness of her pussy all over he inner thighs. I touch her throbbing wet pussy with the back of my fingers and just take in the energy and orgasmic juices still slowly escaping her.

Our friend rearranged himself and was walking towards the door. I asked that he please keep this to himself, for now. He agreed and slowly left the room.