Office Slut


I'd had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar 
with most of the guys at the office, but I was still 
trying to fit in.  As an office manager for an 
accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and 
yet still subordinate to the accountants.  It's a 
rather difficult line to walk and it's always easier if 
everyone likes you.  Most of the guys in the office are 
under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they 
like to party at the end of the day. 

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 
32 year old brunette...I preferred to go home in the 
evening. 

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was 
anxious to head out the door.  It was my wife's 
birthday and she was picking me up from the office.  
When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of 
them whistled.  My wife was standing there blushing, in 
a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen 
before.  She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice 
restaurant. Andy, a young partner at the firm, said, 
"We always have a drink at the 'Poison Apple' after 
work...why don't you two join us before heading off to 
dinner?" 

Fool that I was, I said "How 'bout it, Jessica?" In a way 
that made it clear she should say yes. 

"OK...But just one drink, we have reservations in a 
little over an hour."  She was a trooper.  She knew 
that I wanted to be 'one of the guys'.  Besides, one 
drink couldn't hurt. 

As we walked over to the club, Jessica whispered in my 
ear, "I've got plans for you, Mister, so don't waste my 
evening at this bar."  I could tell I was in for a nice 
evening.  Her dress was short and buttoned all the way 
up the front.  It was so short in fact, that she had to 
hold it down in the light wind.  God forbid that she 
bend over for something.  Her little dress didn't 
cover much. 

The "Poison Apple" is a little dance club/bar with 
after work regulars and a dance floor for couples.  
Like most dance places, it's rather dark.  There was 
only one table that would seat all eight of us, a 
cramped 'U' shaped booth.   

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for 
the first round.  Andy sat Jessica at the head of the 
table "since it's her birthday".  The head of the 
table, was the center of the "U". 

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in 
mind.  Repeating them, so as not to forget. 

The bar tender was slow getting around to me.  I 
rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for 
remembering them all).  It took a while for him to fill 
the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to 
the table.  All of the guys were making quite a fuss 
over Jessica.  As I delivered the drinks, I caught some 
of the conversation.  They were asking her what she did 
for a living... a receptionist at a dentist's office.  
What were her hobbies... blah, blah, blah... The music 
was loud, but I could make out the gist of the 
conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked 
all of the attention. 

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair 
had been placed at the 'foot' of the table for me.  So 
everyone was sitting in the booth but me... which was 
understandable, since I had been off getting the 
drinks.  Andy was sitting next to Jessica and I heard 
him asking her "any tattoos?"  The whole table chuckled 
and I joined-in as Jessica just smiled and blushed. 

Jessica excused herself to go to the ladies room.  Rather 
than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid 
her out, across their laps.   

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation 
turned to other things.  Sports, new clients at the 
office, etc... 

I started talking with Jay, to my right.  "During the 
week, we usually come here.  On a Friday, we'll go to 
Big Al's."  I'd heard of the strip club but had never 
been there.  "The girls are the best in the 
country...great table dances...", Jay said.  The guys 
at the other end of the table must have been talking 
about the same thing, because I overheard one of them 
saying, "Not often you see a girl, wearing' a garter 
belt... much less slide her ass across your lap." 

The conversation hushed a little as Jessica returned.  
She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Jay 
took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and 
passed her down to her place at the head of the table.  
She seemed surprised, but didn't make any comment.  She 
just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at 
the other end of the table resumed their conversation 
with her.  I couldn't make out the conversation over 
the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, 
because she was giggling a lot.  I went back to talking 
with Jay. 

He was telling me all about Big Al's.  I was looking 
forward to a Friday office meeting...so I could tag 
along afterwards.  While I talked with Jay, I glanced 
at Jessica every once in a while to see if she was ready 
to go. 

The conversation at the other end of the table was a 
little quieter now...so they must have stopped teasing 
her.  She seemed to be more relaxed because she was 
leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing 
deeper.  I glanced up again, to see that her eyes 
weren't even open at one point.  Her drink must be 
getting to her, I suspected. 

I decided to let her enjoy it...since it was her 
birthday and all.  When she opened her eyes and saw 
that I was looking at her...she jumped a little and 
must have hit Andy because his whole arm shook. She 
smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin 
and tonic. 

I smiled at her...she must have almost dosed off and 
felt silly about it, I reasoned.  Andy offered to pay 
for the next round.  I said, "It's up to Jessica...we 
have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another 
drink."  Jessica sheepishly said, "Sure," and everyone at 
her end of the table laughed and hooted.  Andy passed 
the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I 
heard someone saying, "my turn." 

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three 
trips to deliver the drinks.  I noticed on each trip 
that people had changed seats.  So it took me a while 
to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I 
sat back down and resumed my conversation with Jay (who 
was still sitting in the same seat...although he kept 
looking down at the other end of the table). 

Jessica was relaxing again...leaning back in her seat and 
seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both 
hands.  Cory was leaning towards her and whispering 
something in her ear.  It was cramped at that end of 
the table so Cory was right next to her.  He was also 
gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as 
if driving home an important point. 

Jessica closed her eyes again... as though she was trying 
to remember something.  The guy next to Andy nudged 
him and traded places with him.  He seemed to want to 
get in on the conversation that Cory and Jessica were 
having.  He also gestured under the table... apparently 
in opposition to Cory.  Finally, Jessica gasped rather 
loudly...apparently exasperated with their 
conversation.  She leaned forward and opened her eyes 
and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic. 

Jay was telling me about some of the group's wild 
evenings at the strip club.  A little later when I 
looked up.  Jessica was leaning over the table and 
filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the 
middle of the table.  It was a bit of a reach, so she 
was leaning on her elbows as she did it... and it 
seemed to take quite a while. 

The guys on either side of her where leaning back 
behind her... apparently to make room for her.  Her 
eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might 
have had too much to drink.  She sat back down and the 
guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts. 

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl 
again and different guys were sitting next to her.  I 
couldn't tell for sure, because it was dim, but it 
looked like the guys next to her were looking up her 
dress.  I tried to motion to her, but she seemed 
oblivious to the whole thing.  'Oh well, Let them have 
their fun,' I thought.  Just looking isn't going to 
hurt anybody, I guess. 

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Cory 
offered to pay for the next round. 

I looked at Jessica and she just nodded.  There were low 
chuckles around the table.  I went off to get the 
drinks again and notice that Jessica had apparently 
returned to the conversation with Cory and the other 
guy.  They were both leaning in towards her. and she 
apparently disagreed with both of them...because she 
was gesturing wildly at both of them under the 
table...probably shaking a finger at them both.  It 
must have been good humored fun, because the guys 
didn't seem offended by her scolding. 

The bartender took his time again and when I returned, 
Jessica was nowhere to be found.  I asked Jay where she 
was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an 
earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head 
over Andy's lap.  It was dark, but I could tell that 
she was looking around, because her head was moving 
around a lot.  I went back for the rest of the drinks.  
On my second trip she was still looking, but when I 
returned with the last of the drinks... she must have 
found it, because she was sitting upright... touching-
up her lipstick. 

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Jessica excused herself 
to the Ladies' Room again.  The guys took their time as 
they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the 
rest room.  I noticed that Jay had moved to the other 
end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with 
Andy. 

I didn't even notice when Jessica got back, but she was 
filling her bowl again with peanuts and Jay was 
leaning-in behind her.  I turned back to my 
conversation with Andy.  We talked for a while and 
about three minutes later she was still there, leaning 
over the table and resting on her elbows.  When I 
looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly.  
Apparently backing into Jay pretty hard.  This must 
have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his 
chin was all wet. 

Andy, directed my attention back to our 
conversation. 

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had 
undone several of the buttons of her dress.  It was hot 
in the bar, so that didn't surprise me in and of 
itself.  What did surprise me was that her cleavage was 
showing to the point that you could see the edges of 
her bra cups.  She just smiled at me and returned to 
her conversation with Rod, a stocky black accountant 
from an ivy league school.  She was directly facing him 
so all I could see was her back.  Once again, it was 
dark in the club, but for her to face him like that... 
it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling 
his lap... she looked over her shoulder and smiled to 
me... so I knew that everything must be OK. 

Andy asked me a question so I returned to the 
conversation. 

When I looked up again.  She was sitting back in her 
seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons 
were undone.  Her dress could fall open at any moment.  
Rod distracted me by offering to pay for the next 
round.  Jessica said, "We've missed our reservations by 
now...so we might as well."  Everyone laughed and I 
noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were 
turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of 
attention. 

Once again, the bartender took his time.  When I 
finally returned to the table, I was floored.  Jessica 
was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly 
with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across 
her back.  Someone was apparently behind her with his 
face pressed against her crotch and Rod had his hand 
in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down 
and to the side.  Jay was starting to help Rod by 
unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front 
clasped bra.  Jessica's eyes were closed, but her rapid 
breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of 
orgasm. 

I watched helplessly Rod pinched one of my wife's 
nipples and Jay maneuvered to suck on the other one.  
Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier 
in the evening.  The most disconcerting thing about it 
was that I was turned-on.  Instead of yelling at 
everyone... I delivered the drinks and went back for 
the second and third trips. 

When I got back Andy was at the head of the table 
with my wife on his lap.  She was bouncing up and 
down... so I could tell that he was fucking her.  Her 
dress was open in front Jay and Rod were replaced by 
other guys who were sucking her tits.  I simply sat 
down and watched as they took turns with her.  Now that 
I knew what was going on...she would close her eyes for 
a while and then she would open them and watch me 
intently as she was fucked and man-handled.  At one 
point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me 
and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys 
from my office.   

She didn't even offer to touch me, but she made sure 
that I noticed when they came.  Some of the cum 
dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she 
would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down 
the cum in slow deliberate gulps. 

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions.  
The first night that I went to Big Al's strip club, my 
wife was there.  She kneeled in front of each of the 
guys from the office as they enjoyed the show.  She 
even sucked me off that night.  While she was giving 
blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money 
in her garter. 

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by 
the office during the business day and fucks and sucks 
guys while I'm working.  She does it with the door 
closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what 
is going on.