(This is a reimagining of Jetlag’s “Party Game”. All creative and structural credit goes to them. –CO)
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A few months ago, my wife Karen and I were invited to a holiday party hosted by our boss. It was the beginning of the holidays and we were looking forward to having a nice party, although it was mainly attended by my coworkers.
Karen and I were married just a few years ago, we met and fell in love in college, and we soon discovered that I liked to show her off. Karen has a beautiful face and a gorgeous “girl next door” body that is slim and curvy, but doesn’t look like a plastic centerfold. Her greatest pride was her breasts, which were a small C cup size, just as perky and full as they were in college, with perky pink nipples on top.
I get aroused by other men staring at me and Karen pleases me by wearing a tight dress and low-cut top. One summer, when we were traveling in the south of France, Karen even took off her bikini top and sunbathed topless. Even French tourists, who were tired of seeing naked boobs all day, stopped and stared at my wife’s gorgeous breasts.
But around our own friends, Karen is more reserved, which means she doesn’t show off or tease as much as when we’re at home. Sometimes, if we’re at a bar or an event where she doesn’t know anyone, she’ll wear an open shirt and bend down so the guy can see her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she’s too self-conscious about her reputation to be able to do much.
For the festive gathering, Karen decided to wear a bodycon skirt and a wrap top. She had previously worn it to tease men because it looks conservative, but if she bends or turns to one side it might open up unexpectedly and you could see her breasts if she wasn’t wearing a bra. But tonight she kept her top wrapped tightly.
I was a little disappointed, but then again, these are my co-workers, so letting them see my wife in a compromising position probably wasn’t a smart idea. So I swallowed it and we left for the party.
My boss’s house was much bigger than I had imagined, almost a mansion, and when we got there we had to walk through a large foyer and several large rooms before reaching the party room. It was huge and packed with people, many of whom were my coworkers and their spouses. Holiday decorations are everywhere and mistletoe is hanging from every door frame.
Karen and I started mingling and chatting with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely, and after a while, everyone was drunk, some even a little tipsy. A lot of the women were getting a little flirty too, which made me happy. There were a lot of beautiful wives there dressed in sexy outfits and I had the pleasure of sitting back and watching them sway and dance.
I didn’t make eye contact with Karen for a while, and when we met again she had obviously had a few drinks.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him.
“I am!” she said. “But some of your co-workers are a bit pushy, honey.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, some of them got a little sensitive. More than a few hands touched my ass, a few even touched my boobs. Brad, you know, even tried to hold me down and kiss me!”
This is no surprise. From the moment Brad met Karen, I knew he was interested in her.
“Did you let him go?” I asked.
“Okay,” she hesitated. “Kind of. It was just a quick peck. You don’t mind, love? It’s just a little kiss, it doesn’t mean anything. He’s just flirting.”
I laughed. “I don’t mind, it’s fine,” I said.
She smiled. “Come to me later and I will tell you everything.” After that, he left.
I spent the next forty-five minutes walking around. To be honest, I’m not so much angry at Karen as I am a little aggressive myself. One of my co-workers at the party, Christine, was a particularly pretty pixie girl with short blonde hair and a slim dancer’s body. I managed to corner her under the mistletoe and kiss her. She didn’t protest, even ran her hand around my waist, then giggled and waddled away. The other girl, I think her name was Mary, was very tolerant of people grabbing her bubble butt, so I helped myself a few times too.
When I saw Karen coming toward me again, I immediately noticed that her top was tied much looser than it was at the beginning of the night. Her cleavage was even more exposed and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. It seemed like if she moved much, even more would be exposed.
Karen looked at me and whispered in my ear: “I’m showing you off!”
“Are you in trouble?” I said.
“Just a little bit,” she said. “I know these are your co-workers, so I’m not being too naughty. But some guys definitely want to see my boobs. That friend of yours, Tom, isn’t even hiding it! He’s staring and I feel bad for him, Ben lowered himself so he could see more, I was probably showing too much, I think he saw my whole chest!”
This made me smile a little. Tom is a nervous guy in our department, so it was interesting to find out how eager he was to see my wife’s boobs. I assured Karen that I wouldn’t mind a little flashing and that it might make Tom’s evening enjoyable. We soon parted ways again and I spent more time flirting with other girls and talking about work with some of the people in my department and my boss.
Soon after, I noticed most of the girls disappearing from the party. After a few minutes, they left the room and separated to talk to their husbands. Karen came up to me. Her eyes were bright, full of desire and excitement.
“Wives, wives all want to play games, but I’m a little worried.”
“Which game?” I said.
“It’s called ‘Mistletoe,’” she said. “All the husbands got naked and stood under a piece of mistletoe. The wives had to parade around, and when the lights went out, they had to stand under a piece of mistletoe with one of their husbands. When the lights came back on, there was no mistletoe. The wife under the mistletoe would lose a piece of clothing.
“Wow!” I said. “Sounds fun. Don’t you want to play?”
“Well, one of the girls told me that husbands try to be very active during this game. Like when the lights are off, they grope their wives and even try to put their hands in our panties. Are you sure this is it? What do you want? I mean, are you sure you don’t object to them trying to touch their wife’s breasts?
This really gave me pause. Showing off is one thing, but do I agree with people I know touching my wife? But the idea was still hot to me, so I nodded. “It’s fine with me, honey. Just do what you’re comfortable with.”
“All right!” she said. “You’re not just saying that because you want any wife to feel for you, are you?”
“Of course not!” I lied. “I just want to see you show off for me.”
“Great,” he said. “Because I’ve volunteered to be that weird husband for you. All you have to do is turn the lights on and off and take your clothes off.”
This is very disappointing. I really wish I could have discovered more about Kristen. But at least I could have undressed her and seen my wife get naked and show off her body. So I agreed.
After another murmur from the crowd, everyone entered the banquet hall, where mistletoe hung from the ceiling. There was a lot of furniture in the room, which surprised me a bit because I don’t understand how people can run around in the dark without bumping into tables or chairs.
Everyone except me quickly took off their clothes and found a piece of mistletoe to stand under. All the girls got into the center and started hanging around while the owner’s wife Jennifer (who is a trophy wife in her twenties) turned on some Christmas music and asked me to turn off the lights for about a minute to give the wives some time to be in the dark. I found my spot at the entrance of the room with the light switch.
While Jennifer was explaining the rules, Karen came up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Honey, do you want me to throw on the piece of cloth first? I can help you if you want!”
She sounded so enthusiastic and hopeful that I immediately agreed. “Yes, baby, you lose first.”
“Are you sure?” she said. “What if I lose my top? I’m not wearing a bra! Your co-workers will see me topless. Do you have a problem with that? All these people you work with every day will see your wife’s bare breasts! They’ll know exactly what my breasts look like, and once that happens, you won’t be able to change that!”
“I’m fine,” I whispered in response. “I want you to take off your top and show me your naked breasts.”
She smiled and returned to the circle of girls. Jennifer yelled “Go” and the wives started moving around. I saw some of them clinging to their husbands, hoping to be in their arms when the lights went out, but some of the more daring ones were moving toward other men.
After a few seconds, I turned off the lights. The main lights were off, but there were so many Christmas lights and holiday electric candles that you could still easily see in the dim light. The girls started scrambling and yelling. I could tell Karen was on her way out, not looking for anyone.
A minute later I turned the light back on. Karen, who was still in the middle, yelled kindly, “Oh no!”
Jennifer yelled from across the room. “Karen lost! Go to the light switch and tell her what you want her to take off.”
Karen came up to me and blinked so no one could see. She said, “I think I’m going to lose my top!”
I grabbed the sides of her top and pulled it apart. Karen had loosened them enough that they came off in my hand. I immediately removed it from Karen and she turned to face the room. Everyone cheered as her full breasts and pink puffy nipples were fully exposed. Karen was smiling and blushing, which made her bare chest and flat stomach look even more attractive.
The girls returned to the middle of the room and started moving around. Every man, all my co-workers, stared at my beautiful naked wife as she walked proudly around the room, her breasts swinging and bouncing. Occasionally she would look back at me and smile, but most of the time she was getting all the men’s attention on her.
I turned off the lights again, and there was another commotion. This time Karen found her way to Brad. A recliner blocked most of my view, but I could see that when she reached him, his hands immediately went to her breasts. She had her back to him, which allowed him to grope and fondle her breasts freely.
When I turned on the light Mary came in between and asked me to take off her shoes. I obliged and I got a chance to touch her feet a little. When I looked over at Karen, she was leaning against Brad, her eyes half closed, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her as he bit and pulled her nipples.
The game continued for several rounds like this. It was really exciting for me to see some of the wives undress and they let me feel their bodies as I undressed them. One wife was wearing just a bra and another was walking around in just a shirt and panties. But the husbands under the bandana seemed to have the most fun. They got more aggressive with each round, groping the girls and even putting their hands under their shirts and skirts.
But all the attention was still on Karen, who was the only one topless. She made sure there was a different man in each round, and even in the dim light I could see how eagerly they were fondling her breasts. For some of the men she stood chest to chest and let them fondle her whole body, but for most of the men she turned her back to them and pushed her ass to their waist, letting them fondle her breasts and belly. In one round I saw her with John, a guy who worked in the cubicle opposite mine, and it looked like he was touching her ass from under her skirt. The whole time she had a sexy, hot look on her face, which turned me on even more.
After the next round Karen lost again. When she reached me, she whispered, “Honey, I think I may have gone a little too far,” and lifted her skirt. Her panties were torn and hanging down one of her thighs. Her pussy was red and wet.
When she saw my surprised expression she admitted it. “It was John. As I was standing next to him, he turned me around and put his hands under my skirt. He ripped off my panties, moved them to the side… and…”
“…then what?” I insisted.
“Well, he pushed his big dick into me, honey. He put his big dick in my pussy and I was the one moving it back and forth inside of me while he groped my tits. I don’t know what to do! Want it? I’m here to be naughty and show off, so it doesn’t matter if I let the guy you work with fuck me too, right?”
This shocked me. I have no problem with them seeing Karen topless or even nude and touching her a little, but is this really my wife? But suddenly something shocked me.
“Wait, what do you mean by ‘those people’? You said it was just John,” I said.
She hesitated. “Well, that was it at first. But maybe some of the other husbands noticed, I don’t know, but after that they all started trying to put their dicks in my pussy. Whoever got under my bistletoe got under my pussy!
She saw my reluctant expression. “But that’s okay, darling?” she whispered. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? You want your sexy naughty wife to tease all your co-workers, show off her tits for them and let them fuck her a little?”
My hesitations were gone. She said something that turned me on even more, now that she was sleeping with a few guys, things couldn’t be worse.
“Let me take these off to make things easier,” I whispered before tearing her panties off completely.
“I love you!” she whispered miserably, rejoining the group of women.
The next round, Karen was faced with Brad again. I saw him immediately bend her over the back of a nearby chair and appear to be inserting his penis into my wife’s pussy. In the dim light, I could see Karen’s mouth was open and my coworker, who I had been fascinated with for years, was fondling her breasts while thrusting his cock in and out of her.
When the lights came on, Christine came up to me and asked me to take off my bra. “Let’s pretend this doesn’t happen when we go to work tomorrow,” she said with a smile.
I smiled and unhooked her bra and spent a few seconds fondling her small tits. While I was doing this, I looked around. Most of the wives were groped pretty badly and some looked like they had been fucked by the men they were with. But my real focus was on my wife and Brad, who was so passionate about her all the time that he didn’t even care if the lights were on or not. Most of the husbands were focused on the girls they were with, but several of them still kept looking at Karen, whose round tits were bouncing up and down when Brad touched them.
Karen lost again the next round and came over to me. “Honey, I want to be the first one to get naked. Ok? I want all your co-workers to see my naked tits and bush and watch me walk around naked in front of them. I want you to watch me show off for you and watch them touch my tits and fuck me, do you want to see the tits and then put your cock in them?
“Yes, baby,” I said. “Show me,” she announced to the room, smiling as she dropped her dress. I pulled it down and my wife came out naked in front of all my co-workers. Now everyone could see my wife’s full nude breasts, flat stomach and neatly trimmed bush. Karen walked back to the center of the room and spun around while everyone was looking at the most private parts of her body.
Although the weather is very warm, I am still a bit confused. These are people I know and see every day. My wife was someone they would see occasionally at social events or when they saw me in the office, and now they were seeing her naked and even getting a chance to fuck her. What will it be like from now on to work in a company with people who saw my wife naked and fucked her?
I thought about this even more over the next few rounds as Karen made sure she got a blowjob. During one round I saw her again with her boss who had her laid on the table in the dark and it seemed like his cock was inside her. Another time she was with a guy who was closer to me and he actually pushed her against the wall and fucked her against the wall. She made eye contact with me, smiled coyly, grabbed her ass and pushed him further into her pussy. Watching my wife smile at me while her tits bounced to the rhythm of another man’s pounding, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this hard.
After a few more rounds, the girls were completely naked. Many of them looked like they had been fucked at least once, but some of them were clearly opposed to anything other than touching. Only Karen looked like she would let all the men have their way.
After an hour of playing naked with all the wives we decided to switch it up. Karen and I accepted the invitation to spend the night together, and I immediately pulled her into the bedroom. Once we were in she took off my clothes and started stroking my cock.
“Honey, did you have fun tonight? You’re not mad at me, are you?” he said.
“No,” I said, “why should I be angry?”
“I think I really got a little carried away,” she said. “I let all of your co-workers take their cocks inside me at least twice, some more. Many of them even shot their warm cum into my pussy! Your boss did it twice. Same goes for Bra De. I’ll be embarrassed tomorrow!”
She started touching me harder. “But you’re happy with it, right? I know you always want your wife to be naughty and expose her tits and show them off for you, and I want to please you and let your friends see me naked and feel me up. I want you to watch them take turns fucking your naughty wife and cumming inside her, it’s so exciting, but I do it mostly to please you!”
Karen leaned down and took my cock into her mouth and I groaned as I got harder than I had ever been in my life. She swallowed every drop and cuddled with me as I collapsed on the bed.
“I love you, baby! Maybe I’ll be just as naughty next time!” I’m loving this idea.
