Office Party Slut

The moment Mark's hand slid up my thigh under the conference table, I knew tonight was going to be filthy. My pussy was already soaked just thinking about it. We'd talked about me being a total slut wife for months—flirting, teasing, maybe even fucking someone else while he watched—but this office Christmas party was the first real chance to make it happen.

The ballroom was packed with colleagues, fairy lights twinkling, champagne flowing. I wore a tight black dress that barely covered my ass, no panties, heels that made my legs look endless. Mark kept whispering how hard his cock was already.

"See that guy by the bar?" Mark murmured, nodding toward our new regional manager, Jake—tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky grin. "He's been staring at your tits all night. Go talk to him. Be my little slut."

My heart raced. I downed my drink, stood up, and sauntered over, feeling eyes on me. Jake's gaze dropped straight to my cleavage.

"Hey, Jake," I said, leaning in so he could smell my perfume. "You look like you could use some company. This party's kinda boring, don't you think?"

He chuckled, eyes dark with interest. "Lisa, right? Mark's wife. Damn, you clean up nice. That dress is criminal."

We chatted for a minute, flirting hard. My hand brushed his arm, then his chest. Mark watched from across the room, sipping whiskey, his face flushed. When Jake's fingers grazed my hip, I leaned closer.

"Want to see how criminal it gets?" I whispered. "There's an empty office down the hall. My husband knows. He wants to watch me be a dirty slut tonight."

Jake's eyebrows shot up, but his grin turned wicked. "You're serious? Fuck, that's hot. Lead the way."

We slipped out together. Mark followed a minute later, locking the door behind us. The office was dim, just city lights through the blinds. Jake pushed me against the desk immediately, kissing me hard, his tongue invading my mouth while his hands yanked my dress up.

"God, your wife's a fucking tease," Jake growled to Mark, who sat in the chair, already unzipping his pants.

"She's your slut tonight," Mark said, voice thick. "Use her. Make her cum."

Jake's fingers found my bare, dripping pussy. He groaned. "No panties? You're soaked already, you dirty girl." Two thick fingers plunged inside me, curling hard against my G-spot. I moaned loud, hips bucking.

"Oh fuck, yes... finger my pussy harder," I gasped, spreading my legs wider. My clit throbbed as his thumb circled it roughly.

He dropped to his knees, shoving my dress to my waist, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked long stripes up my slit, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—slurping, my desperate whimpers.

"Shit, she tastes amazing," Jake muttered against my folds. "Your slut wife is dripping down my chin."

Mark stroked his cock slowly, eyes locked on us. "Eat her out, man. Make her scream."

I grabbed Jake's hair, grinding against his tongue as he fucked me with it. The pressure built fast. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop, fuck!" My thighs shook, and I came hard, squirting a little on his tongue, crying out.

Jake stood, unzipping. His cock sprang free—big, thick, veiny. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. "On your knees, slut. Suck it."

I dropped instantly, taking him deep into my throat. Gagging noises echoed as I bobbed, saliva dripping down my chin onto my tits. Mark stood up, moving closer, stroking faster.

"Look at you, baby... choking on another man's cock. Such a good whore wife."

Jake fucked my face, holding my head, balls slapping my chin. "That's it, take it all." He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us. "Bend over the desk. I need this pussy."

I bent over, ass up, legs spread. Jake rubbed his fat cockhead along my slit, then thrust in balls-deep in one stroke. The stretch made me cry out. "Fuck! You're so big... pound my married pussy!"

He gripped my hips and started hammering, the desk creaking. Skin slapped skin, wet and loud. My tits bounced out of my dress. Mark came around, feeding me his cock. I sucked him greedily while Jake railed me from behind.

"Harder! Fuck me like a slut!" I begged around Mark's dick.

Jake spanked my ass hard, leaving red marks. "This what you wanted? Your husband watching me wreck your cunt?"

"Yes! I'm your office slut now... fill me up!"

The rhythm got frantic. Jake's thrusts turned brutal, hitting deep. I came again, pussy clenching around him, juices running down my thighs. Mark pulled out of my mouth and watched, jerking.

Jake groaned. "Gonna cum... where do you want it, whore?"

"Inside me! Creampie your slut!"

With a roar, he buried himself and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into my spasming pussy. I felt every spurt. When he pulled out, it leaked down my legs.

Mark couldn't wait. He spun me around, sat me on the desk, and slammed into my cum-filled cunt. "Fuck, it's so sloppy... I love it." He fucked me fast, using Jake's load as lube, while Jake watched, stroking himself hard again.

"Give it to me, baby," I moaned, legs wrapped around him. "Cum in your slut wife's used pussy."

Mark lasted only a minute before he erupted, adding his own load. The mix dripped out as he pulled free. I sat there panting, dress ruined, thighs shiny with cum, feeling like the dirtiest, happiest wife alive.

Jake grinned, zipping up. "Best office party ever. We doing this again?"

Mark kissed me softly, then smirked. "Count on it."