Hubbyz x-mas party takes a turn...

[busty_jessica_2]

I have an idea that i would really like if anyone would make a real story of...
it goes something like this:


ive just married hubby (he is like 15-25 years older than me).. and he has invited some friends for a xmas party. at the end there are like only a bunch of guys left, including his boss. and dances with me to some slow music and does somewhat of advances.. but not too much but still some.. like putting his hand on my ass.. and i remove it but he puts it back... i remove it he puts it back... i leave it for a little then remove it and he puts it back harder... i leave it a litel longer until i let him hold my ass the rest of the dance. just before the dance ends he starts kissing me straight on the lips - no tognue... all goes siliente and my hubby gets huge eyes - the chef smiles and points upwards, he had just danced me under the mistle toe... so no one can complain...

And it's just him and a few friends and his boss when he is doing it. all of them watching amd talking. And dtinking beer and whiskey.

then someone gives me a whiskey and the next wants to dance... he also grabs my ass a litle and when notices that i dont object, he kind of happens to push a shoulder strap down, i pull it back... but he pushes it down... then the same... mistle toe.. he kisses me harder... then another drink for me... and the next guy wants to dance... and i feel i cant say no, since i have been dancing with the rest and its hubbys work mates... so he does the same feels my ass a bit... maybe a littel on my tit.. and pushes the other shoulder strap down... (the first one now down all the time)

something like this but with shoulder straps https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/7b/9b/087b9bfe1699ce3597b3eb25aa009b02.jpg

with this underneath... http://40.media.tumblr.com/5d6df7014246e2074714d6562e702628/tumblr_mzjs58apVE1qij4o1o1_1280.jpg

and it coninues like that... they get me more and more drunk and i let them slowly bit by bit undress me on that dance floor, and everytime they end the dance under the mistle toe... and the kisssing gets deeper and deeper adn with tongue... at some point hubby tries to intervene but at that time im so drunk and horny from all the attention that i tell him to shut up and go get some mroe beers or something. its just a little kiss under the mistle toe.. then soon enough there are two guys dancing with me... on in fron on in the back... sandwiching me... slowly dancing backing your way under the mistletoe to kiss them.

and at some point hubbys boss makes him some ultimatum.. kind of push your wife to get gangbanged there infront of him, or the boss will make sure hubby goes to jail for fraud o something like that - this i dont hear...so i think hubby really wants me to fuck them all.. even though im unsure... we might have talked about a threesome or maybe a foursome but never a 10 or 12 man gangbang... where like 80& are huge black guys...

and there are so many ways this could spiral down. how about making me pu on my wedding dress and fuck me in that... then ripping the top, making my tits spill out and bending me side ways over the toilet and fuck my face and ass so hard that my tits are swinging back and forth on th einside of the toilet bowl....




I know... I have kinky sides
let me know your thoughts!

 

[HandsInTheDark]

You'd have to rearrange things a little to make it work. The husband's not going to put up with you being handled in front of him... unless the boss's blackmail comes early. I'd run it this way - party gets late, too much drinking has happened - the boss mentions aloud that the husband has left a little too much of a trail in his accounting fraud or whatever. Boss was going to wait until the new year to press charges, but hell, why wait...

Husband is frantic - you're an expensive trophy wife and he's not in a good position financially. He pleads. You find this pathetic, and boss catches your reaction. He smiles, slowly, gets up and dances with you. You fight off his handling at first, but... your husband isn't saying anything. You get mad. Suddenly the boss lifts your skirt and you don't object. He has you dance with his business partner next... they decide you're going to give them all what they like because your husband's clearly not going to object. They get off on the power and it turns dark and degrading, but you can't stop cumming, sucking and begging for more. Next thing you know you've got a job offer, of sorts... and get to meet the board of directors, repeatedly.

I don't know if I'd write it - this feels like a stroker, and I like a little more plot, and casting a male in as weak a position as your husband rarely appeals to me. Read some of my stories and see if it's a style you like. Try Becoming Marie or How I lost My Babysitting Job.

 

[EquinoxRising]

There's no way that bra could work with that dress.

 

[scsinclair]

I have an idea that i would really like if anyone would make a real story of...
it goes something like this:


ive just married hubby (he is like 15-25 years older than me).. and he has invited some friends for a xmas party. at the end there are like only a bunch of guys left, including his boss. and dances with me to some slow music and does somewhat of advances.. but not too much but still some.. like putting his hand on my ass.. and i remove it but he puts it back... i remove it he puts it back... i leave it for a little then remove it and he puts it back harder... i leave it a litel longer until i let him hold my ass the rest of the dance. just before the dance ends he starts kissing me straight on the lips - no tognue... all goes siliente and my hubby gets huge eyes - the chef smiles and points upwards, he had just danced me under the mistle toe... so no one can complain...

And it's just him and a few friends and his boss when he is doing it. all of them watching amd talking. And dtinking beer and whiskey.

then someone gives me a whiskey and the next wants to dance... he also grabs my ass a litle and when notices that i dont object, he kind of happens to push a shoulder strap down, i pull it back... but he pushes it down... then the same... mistle toe.. he kisses me harder... then another drink for me... and the next guy wants to dance... and i feel i cant say no, since i have been dancing with the rest and its hubbys work mates... so he does the same feels my ass a bit... maybe a littel on my tit.. and pushes the other shoulder strap down... (the first one now down all the time)

something like this but with shoulder straps https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/7b/9b/087b9bfe1699ce3597b3eb25aa009b02.jpg

with this underneath... http://40.media.tumblr.com/5d6df7014246e2074714d6562e702628/tumblr_mzjs58apVE1qij4o1o1_1280.jpg

and it coninues like that... they get me more and more drunk and i let them slowly bit by bit undress me on that dance floor, and everytime they end the dance under the mistle toe... and the kisssing gets deeper and deeper adn with tongue... at some point hubby tries to intervene but at that time im so drunk and horny from all the attention that i tell him to shut up and go get some mroe beers or something. its just a little kiss under the mistle toe.. then soon enough there are two guys dancing with me... on in fron on in the back... sandwiching me... slowly dancing backing your way under the mistletoe to kiss them.

and at some point hubbys boss makes him some ultimatum.. kind of push your wife to get gangbanged there infront of him, or the boss will make sure hubby goes to jail for fraud o something like that - this i dont hear...so i think hubby really wants me to fuck them all.. even though im unsure... we might have talked about a threesome or maybe a foursome but never a 10 or 12 man gangbang... where like 80& are huge black guys...

and there are so many ways this could spiral down. how about making me pu on my wedding dress and fuck me in that... then ripping the top, making my tits spill out and bending me side ways over the toilet and fuck my face and ass so hard that my tits are swinging back and forth on th einside of the toilet bowl....




I know... I have kinky sides
let me know your thoughts!

In the story, your new hubby could work in construction, and the party could be for his crew, at his boss' house. The boss and several of the other big, strapping guys are single, while the few that are married make excuses why their wives couldn't attend. So before you have even your first drink, you become acutely aware that you're the only woman at a party filled with powerful, masculine men. You play it cool for hubby, but already you're getting turned on.

For a while, it's just casual conversation over drinks and snacks. But you keep finding yourself isolated from your husband (who keeps getting pulled away by one guy or another for a variety of trivial reasons) and talking to two or three guys at a time, all of whom are eyeing you like they want to devour you whole. Meanwhile, the drinks they keep handing you are getting stronger and stronger, and you're starting to get a little tipsy. The chatter keeps turning toward sexual topics, the guys telling dirty jokes and paying you increasingly forward compliments. Every time your hubby rejoins you, someone comes along and pulls him away to tell him something or ask him something, etc.

The guys are crowding in closer now, brushing against you, towering over you. Then someone puts some music on - your favorite song, though how they knew, you have no idea. You start to sway and dance a little on your own, the music and the alcohol and the warmth between your legs loosening you up. The boss asks you if you'd like to dance with him. At first, you politely decline, but when he shoots a look at your husband, your man tells you to go ahead.

From there, it goes like you said - the mistletoe, the kissing, your husband's shocked expression that quickly gives way to consent. Soon you're being passed from guy to guy, each one getting more aggressive as he strips you out of your clothing a bit more. Rough hands press into places they shouldn't. Lips and tongues find your neck and ears. Someone pulls your hand onto a denim bulge which feels like a baseball bat is underneath. Hard cocks press into the crack of your ass and the mound of your pussy. A finger finds its way under your skirt, pressing hard against the silk of your panties. And all the while, hubby watches without protest, convincing you that this is exactly what he wants.

Soon, the kissing under the mistletoe moves downward, and before you know it, someone's tongue is flickering across your clit. Now you want to look to hubby for permission, but it feels so good you're afraid to, in case he tells you to stop. No angry shout comes. Instead, another tongue finds its way into your ass crack, rimming your tight butthole. All of a sudden, you have the biggest cock you've ever encountered in your life in your hand. Then another, just as big, in your other hand.

Hubby just watches as these big, burly men take you down to floor and gang-fuck you from every direction, one gigantic cock after another finding its way into your hungry holes. This goes on for a good long while, until each of them has cum all over you once, and you think the party's over. You hear your hubby ask "Are we square now?", but his boss reminds him that there was more to their deal.

Soon you're being carried out, buck naked and still dripping cum, to a pick-up truck. You are put in the bed, where several of the guys join you. Your hubby and his boss get up front, and as you all drive somewhere, the guys in the back take turns feeding you their dicks and fingering your cunt and ass.

Soon you're back at your own house. You hear hubby ask if the boss is sure it has to be this way, to which the boss says a deal is a deal. Hubby takes you inside, gives you another stiff drink to keep you nice and loose, and puts you in the shower. He cleans you up and takes you in the bedroom, where he pulls your wedding dress from the closet, Helping you into it, he leads you into the living room, where all the men wait naked, stroking their massive dicks in anticipation. "Here comes the bride!" the boss exclaims, and suddenly it's a free-for-all. The earlier gangbang was nothing compared to this one. Now the men are rough, tearing at your dress, pulling big handfuls of hair as they plow unlubed up your tight ass and without mercy down your gagging throat. Now they're telling you what a great little cheating whore you are, and how your husband is lucky to have such a filthy, cum-hungry slut for a wife. As the gangbang moves throughout the house, you realize that hubby has joined in, his earlier reservations gone as he pounds into you just as savagely as all of his coworkers. They're cheering him on and high-fiving him, and somehow his participation makes you that much more insane with pleasure.

You never find out why your husband had to give you to all of those men at the party. You only know you were his gift to them, and they were his gift to you. And you also know that it won't be the last time you party with the boys from his work, whether you tell him about it or not...

 

[CB42DDD]

There's no way that bra could work with that dress.

Funny I don't usually criticize but the dress doesn't have shoulder straps either

 

[busty_jessica_2]

Funny I don't usually criticize but the dress doesn't have shoulder straps either

BUt at least THAT I THINK I did comment on... saying this dress but WITH shoulder strapts instead... or at least i was thinking it...

guess I just lost another brain cell...;-(

 

[busty_jessica_2]

In the story, your new hubby could work in construction, and the party could be for his crew, at his boss' house. The boss and several of the other big, strapping guys are single, while the few that are married make excuses why their wives couldn't attend. So before you have even your first drink, you become acutely aware that you're the only woman at a party filled with powerful, masculine men. You play it cool for hubby, but already you're getting turned on.

For a while, it's just casual conversation over drinks and snacks. But you keep finding yourself isolated from your husband (who keeps getting pulled away by one guy or another for a variety of trivial reasons) and talking to two or three guys at a time, all of whom are eyeing you like they want to devour you whole. Meanwhile, the drinks they keep handing you are getting stronger and stronger, and you're starting to get a little tipsy. The chatter keeps turning toward sexual topics, the guys telling dirty jokes and paying you increasingly forward compliments. Every time your hubby rejoins you, someone comes along and pulls him away to tell him something or ask him something, etc.

The guys are crowding in closer now, brushing against you, towering over you. Then someone puts some music on - your favorite song, though how they knew, you have no idea. You start to sway and dance a little on your own, the music and the alcohol and the warmth between your legs loosening you up. The boss asks you if you'd like to dance with him. At first, you politely decline, but when he shoots a look at your husband, your man tells you to go ahead.

From there, it goes like you said - the mistletoe, the kissing, your husband's shocked expression that quickly gives way to consent. Soon you're being passed from guy to guy, each one getting more aggressive as he strips you out of your clothing a bit more. Rough hands press into places they shouldn't. Lips and tongues find your neck and ears. Someone pulls your hand onto a denim bulge which feels like a baseball bat is underneath. Hard cocks press into the crack of your ass and the mound of your pussy. A finger finds its way under your skirt, pressing hard against the silk of your panties. And all the while, hubby watches without protest, convincing you that this is exactly what he wants.

Soon, the kissing under the mistletoe moves downward, and before you know it, someone's tongue is flickering across your clit. Now you want to look to hubby for permission, but it feels so good you're afraid to, in case he tells you to stop. No angry shout comes. Instead, another tongue finds its way into your ass crack, rimming your tight butthole. All of a sudden, you have the biggest cock you've ever encountered in your life in your hand. Then another, just as big, in your other hand.

Hubby just watches as these big, burly men take you down to floor and gang-fuck you from every direction, one gigantic cock after another finding its way into your hungry holes. This goes on for a good long while, until each of them has cum all over you once, and you think the party's over. You hear your hubby ask "Are we square now?", but his boss reminds him that there was more to their deal.

Soon you're being carried out, buck naked and still dripping cum, to a pick-up truck. You are put in the bed, where several of the guys join you. Your hubby and his boss get up front, and as you all drive somewhere, the guys in the back take turns feeding you their dicks and fingering your cunt and ass.

Soon you're back at your own house. You hear hubby ask if the boss is sure it has to be this way, to which the boss says a deal is a deal. Hubby takes you inside, gives you another stiff drink to keep you nice and loose, and puts you in the shower. He cleans you up and takes you in the bedroom, where he pulls your wedding dress from the closet, Helping you into it, he leads you into the living room, where all the men wait naked, stroking their massive dicks in anticipation. "Here comes the bride!" the boss exclaims, and suddenly it's a free-for-all. The earlier gangbang was nothing compared to this one. Now the men are rough, tearing at your dress, pulling big handfuls of hair as they plow unlubed up your tight ass and without mercy down your gagging throat. Now they're telling you what a great little cheating whore you are, and how your husband is lucky to have such a filthy, cum-hungry slut for a wife. As the gangbang moves throughout the house, you realize that hubby has joined in, his earlier reservations gone as he pounds into you just as savagely as all of his coworkers. They're cheering him on and high-fiving him, and somehow his participation makes you that much more insane with pleasure.

You never find out why your husband had to give you to all of those men at the party. You only know you were his gift to them, and they were his gift to you. And you also know that it won't be the last time you party with the boys from his work, whether you tell him about it or not...

mmmm i like your ideas and twists n it
looking forward to this story!

thanks!!

 

[busty_jessica_2]

You'd have to rearrange things a little to make it work. The husband's not going to put up with you being handled in front of him... unless the boss's blackmail comes early. I'd run it this way - party gets late, too much drinking has happened - the boss mentions aloud that the husband has left a little too much of a trail in his accounting fraud or whatever. Boss was going to wait until the new year to press charges, but hell, why wait...

Husband is frantic - you're an expensive trophy wife and he's not in a good position financially. He pleads. You find this pathetic, and boss catches your reaction. He smiles, slowly, gets up and dances with you. You fight off his handling at first, but... your husband isn't saying anything. You get mad. Suddenly the boss lifts your skirt and you don't object. He has you dance with his business partner next... they decide you're going to give them all what they like because your husband's clearly not going to object. They get off on the power and it turns dark and degrading, but you can't stop cumming, sucking and begging for more. Next thing you know you've got a job offer, of sorts... and get to meet the board of directors, repeatedly.

I don't know if I'd write it - this feels like a stroker, and I like a little more plot, and casting a male in as weak a position as your husband rarely appeals to me. Read some of my stories and see if it's a style you like. Try Becoming Marie or How I lost My Babysitting Job.

I do like your styel... and would love talk more about a sory... but since you dont want questions about it I wount ask ,.)
not yet at least..