It was this time of year, Christmas, 40 years ago.

We had been invited to a corporate do.

Back then, my best pal, and work associate, was the first guy who had joined us in our bed.

We were having regular get togethers, and to be honest, the sex was going from fantastic to fucking fabulous.

We all worked in the same place, after work we were getting changed to go out.

C came into our office, ready to go.

“Wow, you look hot “ my mate, B said.

I knew what she was going to wear, but I hadn’t seen her in her outfit.

It was early 80s. Madonna had made wearing underwear fashionable, and my wife liked the style.

She had a black and red satin basque on., and it was showing a lot of cleavage. Her breasts at that time were 36DD. They were fabulous, she rarely wore a bra, and didn’t need to, but encased in the satin basque they looked fabulous.

She had paired the basque with a soft leather mini skirt, black seamed stockings and very high heels.

Her legs looked fabulous as we got her to give us a twirl.

B asked, “are you wearing tights or stockings “

“I never wear tights, B, too enclosing, you should know that, by now, you know I like my fanny to breathe”

“Well with a skirt that short you’ll be showing your stocking tops off”

“I don’t think so, I’ve got extra long ones on, they nearly come up to my armpits”

Well l lean over, and I’ll tell you if I can see your tops” he looked at me and winked.

I was sitting at my desk, C was standing in front of it, B by her side.

“Oh yes”, she said , “I’m really gonna fall for that, you two had me like once that, you’re not doing it again, we’re going out, I can’t have spunk running down my legs, can I”

“I just don’t want you looking cheap, just bend forward I won’t touch you”

She stood forward and bent slightly across the desk, “you’re not fucking me B”

“Just bend forward a bit more and I’ll tell you when I can see your stocking tops”

he insisted.

She was looking straight into my eyes as she leaned across the desk, her tits looked fantastic, she reached forward to hold herself up.

I gripped her wrists.

B looked at me, I just smiled. He started to stroke her legs.

“You’re not fucking me, you randy bastard”

He started easing her soft leather skirt up her hips.

“Let me go”, she glared at me, “you’re not getting it”

Her skirt was over her hips now. She had no pants on.

In those days she never wore knickers, unless it was in bed, and then only to slow things up.

“Fuck me, C you look fucking horny”

“No, you’re not doing it, we’re going out, if you two behave yourselves I’ll let you both have me later”

He was stroking her lovely arse, now.

She was still looking straight at me…”we haven’t got time for this” she pleaded.

There was a slapping sound, as B gently spanked her bottom.

“Open your legs” he growled.

Surprisingly without any hesitation, she did as he asked, causing herself to lay flat over my desk, her breasts pressed beneath her.

She started to moan, “oh no, please B, we haven’t got tiiiiimmmmmeeee”

“You’re very wet” he croaked

He was obviously feeling her cunt.

I could hear a squelching sound, and it was obvious from her reaction that he was now fingering her.

“It’s really wet, did you get fucked this morning “

“No, last night” she gasped,

“oh no, please, we’ll be late” but she didn’t sound very convincing.

She was now holding the edge of my desk, I still had her wrists in my hands, but I wasn’t really holding her.

I watched as B carried on stroking her arse, his hand now going down between her crack and I knew he was back at her cunt.

C was moaning, she was bent flat across the desk, her skirt round her waist, the suspenders straining to hold her stockings.

I was stroking her shoulders and trying to get to her tits, she lifted herself up, and I pushed the basque down, her beautiful tits fell free.

“Oh you fucking bastards” she gasped

Her face was flushed and her neck and breasts were starting to go red too.

“He’s got his cock out” I said, as I kissed her.

“He’s going to give you such a fucking you sexy bitch”

“Ohhhh yes, oh please”

I could see B behind her, and by his movements and the way she was reacting, I knew he had his cock inside her.

“Oh fuck it’s so hard B, it feels so big”

It wasn’t even a week ago that we’d had a threesome with him, so he was capable of taking it slowly.

“You fucking want it now, don’t you, you sexy cunt”

“Oh B, oh it’s so nice, give me your cum you bastard “

I stood up and moved round to get a better view of my wife being slowly fucked over my desk.

I could see a creaming of her cum on B’s cock, as he slid it in and out of her slowly.

He was taking his time, enjoying the sensation, he was gripping her hips tightly, and as he pulled almost right out she was whimpering and begging him to put it back, and as he slid it back in, she was arching her back, like a cat.

“Oh fuck, you dirty bastards, oh fuck fuck fuck I’m cumming, oh please B, fuck me cum in me, pleaeaease”

She shuddered in her orgasm and that took B over the top.

He thrust in stabbing jerks as he was so obviously cumming in her wet cunt.

She sort of collapsed on the desk, her knees going all soft.

B fell out of her, and I could see spunk dripping out of her.

She went to stand, but I’d got my cock out..

“Not yet, you don’t “ I growled and I slid my cock into her spunk filled cunt with ease.

“Oh yeesssss” she said.

“You dirty fucking bastards oh yes yes yes “

I’d like to say I lasted long, but truth is I came in minutes. And she did, again, too.

B was still wiping his cock clean with a tissue, watching us, as I slipped out of her well filled cunt.

She stood up, pulling the basque up over her breasts.

She adjusted her stockings as I wiped the spunk and her juices from my cock.

She wriggled the skirt back into position, and once again looked respectable.

Horny, but respectable.

“Fucking bastard” she punched B.

“As for you” she said looking at me, “you, well if we had time, you would have to clean me up, fucking pervert”

We all laughed.

It was a good night.

At the venue we rearranged the seating places, so that my wife was sitting between us.

She was right about her fanny leaking.

But then we didn’t really help, as speeches were made, we took it in turns to play with her sticky fanny under the table.

And she loved that.

The stain on her seat when we left looked like she’d wet herself.