A Quick Celebration

A Quick Celebration

How a marriage came to an end

My wife, Jill, was working at another site for a few days helping them with their resources and travelling home each night as it wasn't too far away. As she sat sorting things out she heard a commotion in the offices.

"Come on Jill, we're all off to the pub to celebrate!"

The men shouted as they made toward the door.

Somewhat puzzled she grabbed her jacket and followed them over the road.

By the time she got in the pub the men had their drinks on the table and a vodka was ready for her.

"Hey, how did you know I drink vodka" she said, "Anyway I've got to drive home, I can't drink that!"

"Its ok" came the reply, "we have sorted transport out and you will get taken home and picked up tomorrow. You drank vodka at the Christmas seminar didn't you?"

My wife hesitated a moment, the spectre of her surrender at that seminar still fresh, smiled and said:

"OK why not, sounds good to me!"

After she had settled down she discovered that the site had been singled out for a special company award and the drinks and food were on the house for the rest of the day.

It didn't take long for the guys to begin getting tipsy and Jill was being passed more than a few vodkas.

She was dressed as usual, in a dark suit with her skirt hem just above her knees and a white blouse with the top two buttons open. It had been warm in the office and she had forgotten to button up, The cooler air outside had made her nipples harden and they were visible through her lace bra and blouse.

As expected with a group of guys, the conversation soon turned to sport and sex with my wife getting some attention from the guys.

"Have you cheated. Would you like to?"

"Ever had two guys, or more?"

"Ever had a girl?"

As the afternoon wore on she batted of the silly questions and was becoming more relaxed and started to respond to the constant barrage of sexual inuendo aimed her way.

"Do you think I would tell you lot if I had?" But she blushed a little at the probing questions.

"What a good chance you must have had at the seminar. All those guys and away from you husband." One of them said.

Jill guessed he must be testing rumours, but didn't bite.

The remarks about her body and what they would do to her if she let them, were starting get more explicit and she could feel herself being turned on. He pussy was wet.

The vodka probably had a lot to do with it as well and she was now buzzing.

A couple of the men had moved closer to her and she had one on either side of her.

She could feel the heat from their bodies and the close proximity of two horny males was having a further effect on her pussy.

"I need the loo" she giggled and started to get up.

Her skirt had ridden up quite noticably as she had been drinking and naked flesh was visible above her hold up tops.

Neither of the men moved to let her out and she scolded them for being pests.

"If you want out girl, you'll have to push past" said one of the guys.

Jill stood up and looked at him. She deliberately left her skirt rucked up with her stocking tops visible. There was a hoot of apreciation from the other guys and then they went silent as she started to move.

My wife slowly turned to face the guy and stepped across his legs. Her skirt rose higher and he was presented with a full view of her knickers only a few feet from his face.

He started to turn red as he stared at her knickers. There was a definite wet patch right in the middle and he realised how turned on she was!

He gasped as she lifted her other leg over him and showed him her knickers again. With a flounce she dissapeared into the Ladies toilet.

The table was silent when she returned. All eyes followed her as she walked toward the table and she felt a wave of pleasure at the compliment. She rewarded them with a seductive smile and she emphasised the swing of her hips as she walked.

Arriving back at the same guy she didn't wait for him to move but holding the back of a chair, she stepped across him.

"Bloody Hell!" He said under his breath.

Just inches from his face was my wife's naked, blonde pussy!

She had taken her knickers off and was now giving him a full view of her swollen pussy.

She lifted her other leg over him opening herself more and got back into her seat.

Slowly he began to recover until he felt Jill's hot hand moving over his groin. He almost spilled his beer as her hand closed on his semi-erect cock.

Within seconds my wife had manipulated his cock until it was rock hard in his pants.

Recovering slightly, he grinned at her and slipped his free hand over Her's and onto her lap.

It didn't take long for him to get her hem up and his hand on her pussy under the table.

She was dripping with lust and opened wider to allow him to enter her. Gently he worked a couple of fingers into her cunt and they played with each other for a while as everyone chatted.

Carefully, she opened the zip of his trousers and reached inside.

Smiling, she grasped his hard cock and began to massage it in time to the movement of his fingers in her cunt.

Turning her head to the side, she opened her mouth and kissed him, their tongues pushing and working together.

The guy on the other side of her had slipped a hand round onto her breast and was busy working on her rock-hard nipple.

After another drink they couldn't take anymore and Jill turned to him and quietly said, "Come on, I need fucking."

He grinned and then smiled at the others.

"Jill needs fucking, see you later guys."

The table was silent as he got up and taking her hand, lead her back to the offices.

The others hooted and cat called after them as they rushed over the road. Neither cared, they just needed to fuck.

Arriving back in the offices, they went straight to his office and as he kissed her, my wife responded by opening her mouth and let him tongue fuck her while she tugged at his belt to get his cock out.

Her lover pushed her back against his desk and with his cock free, lifted her skirt to expose her dripping cunt.

Still kissing, he lifted her onto the desk and sank his hard cock deep into her as he began to fuck her.

My wife just wrapped her arms round his neck and clung on as he slammed his cock in and out of her.

Back in the pub one of the guys suddenly said:

"Maybe the rumours about Jill at the seminar are true, come on, let's get some."

Jill and her lover were suddenly interrupted in mid fuck as the willing guys burst into the office.

My wife was now submitting to an orgy of fucking by the guys who she had been tormenting all afternoon.

Whether she wanted all of them, or just the first, she was once again subject to a works gangbang and they made the most of all of her taut body well into the night.

In the early hours of the morning my wife was delivered home to me, her cunt and arse swollen and dripping with cum. He body was covered in more cum, it was matted in her hair and cloths and some was even crusted on the corners of her mouth.

They had even fucked her in the van as they brought her home.

I quizzed her mercilessly the following day before she could recover some sense of defence, and prised the details from her both about the day before and the other time at the works seminar.

The divorce didn't take long...