Those who have read my posts over the years have probably noted that my wife and I are very conservative professionals (I don't mean that in a political sense, but what our professions are). If people were intrusive and judgemental enough to ask, we'd be honest. But we don't do much to threaten our careers.
Sure, we used to do stuff when we were younger. Everyone knew we were fucking like bunnies in her dorm room at college. She'd blow me in the car while driving down the highway, for all to see, even on the way on our honeymoon after the wedding. And when at more private resorts, we've fucked on the beach, and she'd done me cowgirl bouncing straight up in air (DD cups flying) in the back seat of the convertible. But we have really tried to be more private and definitely removed the exhibitionist aspect as we've aged and gone deeper into our careers.
We're considered the nerdy couple of goodie-goodies, especially considering how squeaky clean we both are in most people's eyes (post-grad work beyond required for our positions, I don't ***** and she barely does, always straight-laced, never controversial, etc...). That includes for parties and evenings out with co-workers, etc... We rarely get to do a social event that doesn't have a major impact on our work, especially since **** are around our jobs at times. So what's this post about?
Well, we make it a point every year to "change that" with the Christmas parties.
More directly, my wife gets a dress that is short, puts on stockings (with the matching garters, but no panties underneath -- God I love that), and the mega V-plunge in the front, a matching bra that pushes her DDs up'n out, and otherwise looks the most professional, while showing off her every curve. She's a top-heavy apple, thicker, fuller woman but with stunning legs (as long as you don't want boney), extreme wide hips (even if her apple form means a flatter rear), while it comes back in at her mid-section before billowing out at her chest (especially the DDs in the push-up bra and the mega-plunge that makes her breast look big, round and deep). She typically wears a little sweater over the cleavage, and then opens it up later when she's in the "hot" room for "ventilation."
Not the type of woman a teenager or maybe even young 20-something would go for (unless they like MILFs), but definitely that mid-30s womanly curves that many men of 30+ love to see (especially older, especially if their wife is thinner -- soft flesh that is still tight but not too young). She leaves her hair longer in the colder season, so it was down to the bust, but she was wearing her glasses, leaving that "I'm a professional" impression.
Now imagine you have worked with her during the year, while she wears all her bra minimizers, keeps her hair up and largely not styled much, etc... And now you see her at the party like this. I love it when that happens. The other guys that have been around other Christmas parties in the past remember it. My wife has the biggest cans in the room, or at least for her size by a good margin (as women are BBWs today with more frequency, so there may be a bigger bust on a much bigger woman).
Hell I don't get to see her like this myself, so when I first see her, I want to push her down over a table, lift up that dress (with no panties protecting her), insert myself into her, pull her wide hips down so her pussy is down to my balls (cock balls deep) and unleash those DD cups so I can cup them when I ram her. It's a real treat for myself as much as everyone else, as I know I'm not the only dick in the room that thinks about doing it at least once (at least a few men).
This Christmas it was a new, black dress, short, deep plunge, fucking erotic as fuck. It's good she kept her jacket on until she got in the car. I probably wouldn't have left the house, at least not for another half-hour (if not a good hour). Although I did reach in and cup one of those breasts, fondling it while I kissed her. She eventually pushed me away and re-applied lipstick, saying I was going to ruin her make-up. But as I drove us to the party, she unzipped my pants and applied that new make-up as rings around my cock. God did that drive me inane, especially since she knows how to "take me to the edge" and not let me go. I know I was "leaking" at the entire party.
I was totally fond of her at the party. Staying around her, not oogling her breasts, although I'd watch her move those hips as she walked away. I never get tired of the, "I've never seen her like this" comments. Well, duh, you only see her at work or in professional situations where she can't wear a party dress. I don't say that, but I do bring up that we met when she was 18 and just hitting college, and I was an underclassmen as well, and I wanted to marry her the moment I saw her. In fact, the people that know us long will come over and joke, "Who you kidding? You're newlyweds!" referring to the fact that my wife and my flames are for her are still very hot. Translation: "Yes, she's not a traditional supermodel and she's not remotely a size 0, but I've been fucking that body since she was 18 and I'm still drilling the fuck out of her and still loving it like when I was 20 myself." God it's such a turn-on to be fucking the same woman for half of your life, now a good majority of my years that I've been sexually active, and it keeps getting better.
Now we still don't risk our careers by going down on one another behind a bush. Sure, that's something we'd do a party in college or a theater with people in it when we were young. But damn if it's not a major anticipation fest for me while I'm with her. Yes, it sounds corny and I'm sure people are reading this thinking I'm pathetic for writing this story, but I fucking love the annual Christmas parties for this reason. It's the time I get to see my wife so lovely, unlike any time during the year, and I don't get to touch (or not much or how I want to) for several hours. It builds like you wouldn't believe, especially with the BJ or other fondlings on the ride over, without climax. She'll give me some serious leg views at times, only for me, and that totally keeps me excited. Yes, I'm sure some see this as cheezy, but for some of us that have been with our lover for decades, it's nice to see it kept so hot.
The BJ on the way home is a great release, without release. In fact my wife keeps it down because one year I couldn't take it, pushed her head down and unloaded, nearly wreaking the car (and seriously injuring us) as I changed 2 lanes "*************" as I popped ... hard. So it's a serious fluff for me and I try to focus on driving, and keeping the cock at bay from blasting. By the time we get home, it's the one time per year where I give into major, animalistic lust and push her down on the bed.
Normally I never insert within 30 or, in the worst case, 15 minutes of being intimate. But it's the one time I push her on that bed, her face first, lift her dress up just that little bit, eat her out until I feel she's satisfactorily wet (or confirm so) and spear her. No other positions, no other changes (except cupping her DD cups at some point, but not too fast or I'd unload way too quickly), I just spear her and it's pure doggie. It's the one time of year I don't feel bad for "just going at it" (yes, I have a complex where I like to make love for long periods, long story). It's lucky if her dress survives. I regularly tear it both by lifting it up and spreading her hips and, far more often, the "double hand yank" to unleash her DD cups half-way through my pumping. Seriously B-movie Hollywood style dress rip open, with the wishful-thinking model turned "this is the first and last movie you'll be in" actress that has her C-D cups (only my wife's are much bigger, although she's bigger than Hollywood accept in curves all-around) "tits-fly-out" on-camera, only I use the opposing mirror for my view.
God I had to write this down and build up to wanting to go at her again, just like last night.
I also travel so it's a running joke if I have a wife or not, especially if I'm somewhere longer-term and they haven't met her yet. So if she's in-town for that Christmas party at my client, that's a hoot as well. Too bad for her dress, we could have used it for my client's party next Saturday. We'll just have to buy another one. Damn if she doesn't know sales though, and gets $500 dresses or knock-offs for under $100.
Sure, we used to do stuff when we were younger. Everyone knew we were fucking like bunnies in her dorm room at college. She'd blow me in the car while driving down the highway, for all to see, even on the way on our honeymoon after the wedding. And when at more private resorts, we've fucked on the beach, and she'd done me cowgirl bouncing straight up in air (DD cups flying) in the back seat of the convertible. But we have really tried to be more private and definitely removed the exhibitionist aspect as we've aged and gone deeper into our careers.
We're considered the nerdy couple of goodie-goodies, especially considering how squeaky clean we both are in most people's eyes (post-grad work beyond required for our positions, I don't ***** and she barely does, always straight-laced, never controversial, etc...). That includes for parties and evenings out with co-workers, etc... We rarely get to do a social event that doesn't have a major impact on our work, especially since **** are around our jobs at times. So what's this post about?
Well, we make it a point every year to "change that" with the Christmas parties.
More directly, my wife gets a dress that is short, puts on stockings (with the matching garters, but no panties underneath -- God I love that), and the mega V-plunge in the front, a matching bra that pushes her DDs up'n out, and otherwise looks the most professional, while showing off her every curve. She's a top-heavy apple, thicker, fuller woman but with stunning legs (as long as you don't want boney), extreme wide hips (even if her apple form means a flatter rear), while it comes back in at her mid-section before billowing out at her chest (especially the DDs in the push-up bra and the mega-plunge that makes her breast look big, round and deep). She typically wears a little sweater over the cleavage, and then opens it up later when she's in the "hot" room for "ventilation."
Not the type of woman a teenager or maybe even young 20-something would go for (unless they like MILFs), but definitely that mid-30s womanly curves that many men of 30+ love to see (especially older, especially if their wife is thinner -- soft flesh that is still tight but not too young). She leaves her hair longer in the colder season, so it was down to the bust, but she was wearing her glasses, leaving that "I'm a professional" impression.
Now imagine you have worked with her during the year, while she wears all her bra minimizers, keeps her hair up and largely not styled much, etc... And now you see her at the party like this. I love it when that happens. The other guys that have been around other Christmas parties in the past remember it. My wife has the biggest cans in the room, or at least for her size by a good margin (as women are BBWs today with more frequency, so there may be a bigger bust on a much bigger woman).
Hell I don't get to see her like this myself, so when I first see her, I want to push her down over a table, lift up that dress (with no panties protecting her), insert myself into her, pull her wide hips down so her pussy is down to my balls (cock balls deep) and unleash those DD cups so I can cup them when I ram her. It's a real treat for myself as much as everyone else, as I know I'm not the only dick in the room that thinks about doing it at least once (at least a few men).
This Christmas it was a new, black dress, short, deep plunge, fucking erotic as fuck. It's good she kept her jacket on until she got in the car. I probably wouldn't have left the house, at least not for another half-hour (if not a good hour). Although I did reach in and cup one of those breasts, fondling it while I kissed her. She eventually pushed me away and re-applied lipstick, saying I was going to ruin her make-up. But as I drove us to the party, she unzipped my pants and applied that new make-up as rings around my cock. God did that drive me inane, especially since she knows how to "take me to the edge" and not let me go. I know I was "leaking" at the entire party.
I was totally fond of her at the party. Staying around her, not oogling her breasts, although I'd watch her move those hips as she walked away. I never get tired of the, "I've never seen her like this" comments. Well, duh, you only see her at work or in professional situations where she can't wear a party dress. I don't say that, but I do bring up that we met when she was 18 and just hitting college, and I was an underclassmen as well, and I wanted to marry her the moment I saw her. In fact, the people that know us long will come over and joke, "Who you kidding? You're newlyweds!" referring to the fact that my wife and my flames are for her are still very hot. Translation: "Yes, she's not a traditional supermodel and she's not remotely a size 0, but I've been fucking that body since she was 18 and I'm still drilling the fuck out of her and still loving it like when I was 20 myself." God it's such a turn-on to be fucking the same woman for half of your life, now a good majority of my years that I've been sexually active, and it keeps getting better.
Now we still don't risk our careers by going down on one another behind a bush. Sure, that's something we'd do a party in college or a theater with people in it when we were young. But damn if it's not a major anticipation fest for me while I'm with her. Yes, it sounds corny and I'm sure people are reading this thinking I'm pathetic for writing this story, but I fucking love the annual Christmas parties for this reason. It's the time I get to see my wife so lovely, unlike any time during the year, and I don't get to touch (or not much or how I want to) for several hours. It builds like you wouldn't believe, especially with the BJ or other fondlings on the ride over, without climax. She'll give me some serious leg views at times, only for me, and that totally keeps me excited. Yes, I'm sure some see this as cheezy, but for some of us that have been with our lover for decades, it's nice to see it kept so hot.
The BJ on the way home is a great release, without release. In fact my wife keeps it down because one year I couldn't take it, pushed her head down and unloaded, nearly wreaking the car (and seriously injuring us) as I changed 2 lanes "*************" as I popped ... hard. So it's a serious fluff for me and I try to focus on driving, and keeping the cock at bay from blasting. By the time we get home, it's the one time per year where I give into major, animalistic lust and push her down on the bed.
Normally I never insert within 30 or, in the worst case, 15 minutes of being intimate. But it's the one time I push her on that bed, her face first, lift her dress up just that little bit, eat her out until I feel she's satisfactorily wet (or confirm so) and spear her. No other positions, no other changes (except cupping her DD cups at some point, but not too fast or I'd unload way too quickly), I just spear her and it's pure doggie. It's the one time of year I don't feel bad for "just going at it" (yes, I have a complex where I like to make love for long periods, long story). It's lucky if her dress survives. I regularly tear it both by lifting it up and spreading her hips and, far more often, the "double hand yank" to unleash her DD cups half-way through my pumping. Seriously B-movie Hollywood style dress rip open, with the wishful-thinking model turned "this is the first and last movie you'll be in" actress that has her C-D cups (only my wife's are much bigger, although she's bigger than Hollywood accept in curves all-around) "tits-fly-out" on-camera, only I use the opposing mirror for my view.
God I had to write this down and build up to wanting to go at her again, just like last night.
I also travel so it's a running joke if I have a wife or not, especially if I'm somewhere longer-term and they haven't met her yet. So if she's in-town for that Christmas party at my client, that's a hoot as well. Too bad for her dress, we could have used it for my client's party next Saturday. We'll just have to buy another one. Damn if she doesn't know sales though, and gets $500 dresses or knock-offs for under $100.
