Under The Mistletoe - Sex Stories

Under The Mistletoe

... back on, whichever wife isn't underneath a mistletoe loses an article of clothing." "Wow!" I said. "That sounds really fun. Don't you want to play?" "Well, one of the girls was telling me that the husbands all try to get really frisky during this game. Like when the lights are off, they feel up the wives and even try to get their hands in our panties. Are you sure that's what you want? I mean, these are your coworkers. Are you sure you won't mind if they try to feel up your wife's boobs?" That did stop me for a second. Showing off a little was one thing, but was I okay with these guys I knew groping my wife? But the idea still sounded hot to me, so I nodded. "It's fine with me, babe. Just do what you feel comfortable with." "Okay!" she said. "And you're not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?" "Of course not!" I lied. "I just want to see you show off for me." "Good," she said. "Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You'll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing." That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I'd get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I agreed. After a bit more crowd murmuring, everyone moved into the party room, where mistletoe had been set up all over the ceiling. The room had a lot of furnishing in it, which was a little surprising to me, since I didn't see how people could rush ...

... around in the dark without running into tables or chairs. All the guys except for me quickly stripped naked and found a piece of mistletoe to stand under. The girls all got in the center and started wandering around while the boss's wife, Jennifer, who was a twenty-something trophy wife, put on some Christmas music and told me to keep the lights off for about a minute to give the wives time to find someone in the dark. I took my spot at the entrance to the room with light switch. As Jennifer explained the rules to everyone, Karen walked up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Honey, do you want me to be the first to lose an article of clothing? I can do that for you if you want!" She seemed so hot with anticipation I reflexively agreed. "Yes, baby, be the first to lose." "Are you sure?" she said. "What if I lose my top? I'm not wearing a bra! Your coworkers will see me topless. Are you okay with that? All of these guys you work with every day, they'll see your wife's bare breasts! They'll know exactly what my boobs look like, and you won't be able to change that once it happens!" "I'm fine with it," I whispered back. "I want you to lose your top and show off your naked tits for me." She grinned and headed back to the circle of girls. Jennifer shouted "go" and the wives started wandering around. I noticed that several of them were staying close to their husbands, hoping to jump into their arms when the lights went off, but some of the more adventurous ones were wandering toward ...