Under The Mistletoe - Sex Stories

Under The Mistletoe

... sweetie." "How so?" I asked. "Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I've had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!" That wasn't surprising. I knew Brad had the hots for Karen ever since he had met her. "Did you let him?" I asked. "Well," she hesitated. "Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don't mind, do you, honey? It's just a little kiss, it didn't mean anything. He's just being a flirt." I smiled. "I don't mind, it's okay," I said. She grinned. "Come find me later, I'll make it up to you," and left. I spent the next forty-five minutes wandering around. To be honest, I wasn't that mad at Karen because I was being a little aggressive myself. One of my coworkers at the party, Christine, was an especially cute pixie-looking girl, with a short blonde hairstyle and a lean dancer's body. I had managed to get her under one of the mistletoe and kissed her. She didn't resist and even brushed her hand across my groin before she giggled and stumbled off. Another girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble-butt, so I helped myself a couple of times too. When I saw Karen walk up to me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much more loosely than it had been at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was much more exposed, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. It looked like if she moved too much she ...

... would expose a lot more. Karen saw where I was looking and whispered in my ear, "I'm showing off for you!" "Have you been getting into trouble?" I said. "Only a little," she said. "I know these are your coworkers, so I'm not being too naughty. But some of the guys were definitely trying to get a peek at my boobies. That friend of yours, Tom, wasn't even hiding it! He was staring so hard I felt sorry for him and bent over so he could see more. I may have shown too much, I think he got to see my whole breast!" That made me smile a little. Tom was the uptight guy in our department, so knowing how desperate he was to see my wife's tits was amusing. I assured Karen that I didn't mind a little flashing and that it probably made Tom's night. We soon parted again and I spent some more time flirting with other girls and chatting about work with some guys in my department and my boss. Soon after I noticed that most of the girls had disappeared from the party. A few minutes later they poured out of a room and began to spread out to talk to their husbands. Karen walked up to me. She was bright-eyed with lust and excitement. "Honey, the wives all want to play a game, but I'm a little worried." "What game?" I said. "It's called Strip Mistletoe," she said. "The husbands all strip down naked and stand underneath a piece of mistletoe. The wives have to parade around and when the lights turn off, they have to stand underneath one of the mistletoe with one of the husbands. When the lights come ...