I've always loved the staff Christmas Party. A few months of anticipation, flirting and choosing the perfect dress. Dancing with the guys, pretending to be drunk and slutty. Then in January, those stolen kisses became an affair until summer. I had not been to one for years. Covid, getting married and changing my job to temping, meant no invites or bringing my husband. Sex had become boring, but maternity cover at a large firm meant an invite. Two months in, I knew nobody but now was my chance for fun.

I spent ages online getting the dress, being conservative to work the day, and my husband picking me up. It was a wrap-over, buttoning under the opposite arms to hide my charms. When folded in half, each flap depended on the belt to hold the sides together. Stockings, suspenders and silky underwear made me feel sexy until after dinner. In the ladies, I transformed myself. There was a deep cleavage and a slit right up the front, exposing my stocking tops and my bra. So I took it off and after a moment of hesitation the panties as well.

Dancing had started when I returned and men noticed me immediately. Pretending to be drunker than I was, I allowed them a slow dance. Grabbing them, I felt their cocks get harder and rub on my stomach. If they wanted to feel me up, or even make out I just let them do what they wanted. Two dances were all they got; I intended to spread my charms to as many as possible. After an hour or so I danced with most of the guys I earmarked. I was so horny at this point, a trip to the ladies to relieve the pressure seemed the sensible choice.

It was downstairs, which was when I spotted our waiter. He was hot, probably five years younger, and we had flirted. I had put my hand on his arm twice. The balustrade caught my belt, my dress parted and the waiter five steps below got an eyeful. He stared as I did not attempt to cover myself. Eventually, I closed the sides and walked to the ladies. As I walked towards the stairs I noticed the waiter in my way. A hidden cupboard under the stairs was open as he stared at me and then inside the door. I was so horny I walked in without hesitation.

Shutting the door and slipping a bolt, the waiter turned towards me and in seconds our mouths were together greedily swapping tongues. He undid my belt: the dress fell apart again and he slipped one hand onto my erect nipple and started to rub it. I didn't know how long we had so I didn't waste time. Reaching out and pulling up his apron, I placed my hand on his cock. It was getting harder by the second, but even half hard it was significantly larger than my husband. As I fumbled about he let me go and reaching to the shelf behind him, pulled out a cushion.

I didn't hesitate, kneeling on it, pulling the apron over my head and getting that cock in my mouth. It was still not quite hard, but as my tongue rolled around I licked up a lot of pre-come. Parting my lips, I tried to get him as far into my mouth as possible. As I worked him with one hand, he started to take off his clothes and then pulled my open dress off me. As I worked more and more of his cock into my throat, the noises from his mouth made me shudder with pleasure. He told me he didn't have a condom.

I didn't care, I needed that cock inside me. As I pulled myself off his cock, the drool and saliva made it all wet. It wasn't like I needed lube; I could feel my juices running down my leg. So we both stood and looked around. There was a sideboard, so I shuffled towards it, used both hands to steady myself and stuck out my ass. I felt one hand on my hip, and as I opened my legs wider, his cock made contact with my leg. Moving one of my hands backwards through my legs, I guided it inside me. It slipped in so easily despite the size. I was soaking wet.

He thrust up deep inside me in one long slide. It felt so good and after no more than a dozen strokes I could feel my orgasm rising so quickly. The fastest for years and we were only getting started. The waiter now had two hands on my hips, pulling me backwards onto him as he thrust forward. So deep, so hard and as his orgasm got nearer so fast, I squealed almost non-stop for a long time. Eventually, the waiter came, filling me deeply with his warm Christmas present. We both kept still for ages as the aftershocks wore off.

As he pulled out, he picked up his apron and wiped himself clean. I reached into my handbag for my knickers and trapped his spunk inside me. I got dressed quickly and left before even finding out his name. The ladies were round the corner and I made myself look presentable before going back upstairs for more dancing. The flush of my cheeks seemed to attract even more men than before. Grinding up against them with a full cunt felt so dirty, I wondered why it had taken me so long to cheat.

Time flew by before my husband picked me up. I quickly transformed my dress back, put on my bra and presented a dutiful wife to him. Perhaps I was filled with another man's seed and had a dozen numbers in my phone, but I would still tell him I had a great time. Tell him enough to get him hard and fuck me deeply, but nowhere deep enough. At least I didn't need any lube tonight.