The Office Holiday Party

Now, it was official that time of year. The holidays. The weather was bipolar, by day it was warm, but by nightfall, the winds were crisp and had a nice bite. The office decided to have a potluck where everyone would bring in a dish and meet in the conference room.

Many of the employees had invited their significant others. Just so happen, Jordan’s husband Dave was home from being on the road for three weeks. Time in which Jordan invested getting her back blown out by Montell.

That night, as Jordan was leaving all dressed up in a sexy white sweater dress, Dave looked up with his deep-set brown eyes, he rubbed his chin. It was almost as if seeing Jordan in that dress reminded him of how sexy she was and what drew his attraction when they met all those years ago.

“Babe where you off to looking all sexy?” he said as he rose from his recliner and walked over to her. He was a man of average build; he had developed a little pot belly from being on the road so much and eating out at fast food places. He placed his hands on her hips, “You smell good.” He kissed her neck on the left side.

“I’m going to an office function; you remember the one I cooked that whole pan of candied yams for.” She gave him a look mainly because he had a bad habit of either not listening to her or forgetting anything she told him.

He nodded, “Oh that’s right. You want some company?” he asked. He was bored and wanted out of the house.

She didn’t want any company; she had planned to sneak away with Montell if the opportunity presented itself. She gave an uneasy smile, “Sure.”

“Let me go get dressed.” He ran off to their room.

Jordan was now annoyed. She hated being late. Once she set her mind to be somewhere by a certain time, that was it. She sighed and sent Montell a message, “The hubby is coming tonight. Please behave.”

He replied with a devil face emoji. She shook her head with a smile.

After about thirty minutes of waiting, Dave finally emerged wearing a nice pair of dress slacks and a fall sweater. “You ready babe?”

She did her complimentary side grin as if to say, I’ve been ready sir.

When they arrived at the party, Jordan placed her food item down on the long table where everything was. Barbara walked up to Jordan, “Girl, Rodrigo’s girlfriend done brought some potato salad with raisins and dried cranberries.” They chuckled.

Jordan sucked her teeth, “You know I’m not touching that.”

Barbara hugged Dave, “Hey stranger, it’s been a minute.”

He smiled, “yeah, been working hard. How have you been?”

She turned and reached for her boo thang, “Well, actually. This is my friend, Mike.” They shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, man,” said Dave.

Mike nodded, “Likewise.”

Montell walked up. His curiosity was eating him inside. He mainly wanted to check out his competition. Could he be able to woo Jordan away from this man completely? “Hi, I’m Montell.”

Dave sized him up. A younger man, attractive, nice build, taller. Inside he was like, this lil pretty boy, but he managed to reach out his hand and connected it to Montell’s with a firm grip. “And you work here or you a spouse?”

“I work her closely with Jordan,” he smiled. She cleared her throat. He smiled, “I work on another team though, but she’s an awesome mentor.”

Dave nodded. “My wife is smart.” He kissed her forehead.

Montell smiled, “Indeed.”

As the night progressed there was dancing and eating, idle chit-chat. Jordan spoke with some ladies as they sipped on champagne when Stephanie started making her way toward the group. Barbara commented under her breath so only Jordan could hear, “Here she comes.” They smirked.

Stephanie shuffled her way to the ladies and halted, her eyes rested on Jordan, “Did you guys taste the potato salad?”

A couple of women nodded reluctantly, “Yeah…we did.”

“Really” she scratched her head, “Doesn’t like anyone touched it.” A few people had, but they quickly tossed it in the trash. Her eyes were still on Jordan who tried hard to ignore her, hoping she’d take the hint and walk away, but she didn’t. “Hi, Jordan.”

Jordan gave a fake smile, “Stephanie.”

Stephanie eyed Jordan in her dress and made a face, “Is that a dress or a shirt you have to wear with tights?”

The ladies’ eyebrows raised. Jordan responded, “It’s a dress dear.” Jordan responded and rolled her eyes.

Stephanie always had something to say about the clothes Jordan wore at functions, especially after she caught Rodrigo staring hard at Jordan’s ass, long before Rodrigo and Jordan had sex in Atlanta. Stephanie was on the fluffy side and there’s nothing wrong with fluffy, but clearly, she was insecure about her size and often took that out on smaller women. Especially Jordan because she was older than Stephanie by several years and looked way younger.

“It was just a question. I’m surprised they even make clothes like that for women your age,” she said with a pinch of attitude.

Jordan chuckled sarcastically and said to Barbara, “Girl let me gone head and walk off before I read this heifer.”

Jordan strutted off to the drink area, when Montell walked up, “I saw your guy sizing me up.”

Jordan turned her lips over, “I’m sure it was innocent.”

“Hum, maybe if he was doing what he was supposed to, he wouldn’t have to be eyeing me so hard.”

“Or, it could just be your guilty conscious playing tricks on you.”

He bit his bottom lip, “Is that so” he chuckled, “tonight while you’re lying next to him, I bet I’m the one you’ll be thinking about. Like how I make you smile, like what this mouth do to make you cum and call out my name.”

She grinned, “You need to behave.”

Montell saw Rodrigo walking towards them, he scoffed, “I’m out before I end up saying something to dude that gets me fired.” He walked off just before Rodrigo stepped in front of Jordan, “Hi.”

Jordan gave a cordial smile, “Hello.”

“I was over there noticing how you’re all chummy with him,” he huffed as if he had a right.

Jordan gave him a look like, and? He inched in closer, “Maybe you should consider acting more appropriately while your husband is here.”

She laughed sarcastically, “You weren’t concerned about my husband when I was riding your dick all that time.” She tilted her head and waited for his response.

He huffed, “I’m just saying.”

“So if I were to say, let’s sneak off and find a quiet place. So, I can put my mouth on you, lick, slurp, and taste you until your toes curl, your response would be what exactly?”

He was silent, she looked down at his hardon, and grinned, “My thoughts exactly.” She strutted off like a boss.

Rodrigo grunted. Stephanie walked over to him, “What were you talking about?”

He shook his head, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

She smiled, “Okay.”

He made haste and headed to a restroom on another floor. He felt he need some privacy for what he needed to take care of. With Jordan’s sweet sexy alto resonating in his mind, he had to relieve himself. He ran down the 2nd-floor hall and found the restroom. He went into the disabled stall and pulled out his penis; it was still hard, he thought about Jordan, her breasts, and how he would lick them and suck the shit out of them. He thought about her ass, and how tight she was. He began to stroke, slowly, while grunting and biting his lip, then faster until he erupted and leaned against the wall, huffing and grunting. He felt so much lighter.

Jordan herself, was in the restroom with Barbara when Stephanie entered and attempted to give Jordan the what for. She eyed Jordan, “what were you talking to Rodrigo about?”

“Did you ask him?” Jordan responded as if she was not for the shits.

Stephanie placed her hand on her hip, “Look, I know Rodrigo is tempted by you, but trust me, it’s just some weird fetish. After he sleeps with you, he’d come running back to me.”

The look on Jordan’s face was almost sinister. Barbara was like, “Don’t do it, sis.”

Jordan put up her hand and did anyway, “First of all, if he fucked me, the only way he’d go back to you, is if I sent him.”

“Um,” Barbara commented, trying not to laugh.

"Secondly, would you care to test your theory? Because I can screw him right now and see if it’s just a fetish or if once I drizzle all this chocolate on his dick he becomes addicted.” Jordan folded her arms.

“Welp,” said Barbara.

“I would never say that to you about your husband.” Her eyes became misty.

“I never waged my husband’s penis either. And even if I did, I promise you, he’d come running back to what I have.”

“checkmate.” Added Barbara.

“You…you’re just—” she turned and left.

The door closed. Barbara stared at Jordan, “Damn girl, remind me not to piss you off.”

Jordan chuckled, “I wasn’t even pissed. If I was pissed her ass would have been bawled up in the fetal position on that floor.”

They laughed and left the bathroom.

As they headed back to the party, Jordan got a text from Montell, meet me in my office. She grinned and thought, should I? then she grinned, I definitely should. Dave was at the party getting twisted and she knew he was not going to be good for no kind of action when he got that drunk.

Off she went. She found him in his office. He stood at his desk with a smile. He bit that lip. She locked the door. As soon as she got close to him. Their lips touched and they kissed wildly, “we can’t be too long.”

He nodded, “I got this babe.” He turned her around lifting her dress. He smacked her ass just before he plunged into her.

He gripped both ass cheeks, watching as his penis dug into her with each stroke. One hand found her clit. He strummed and wiggled fast, when she climaxed, she grabbed his hand and tried to take a break, “Um um, keep that ass right there, is it mine?”

“Yes.”

He kept with the fast strokes, he paused and stood her up straight, still grinding from behind. His hand played below, “Damn baby, so fucking wet.”

She turned to him for a kiss, she said in a soft voice, “We have to hurry.”

“I’m almost finished,” he said as he pulled out and lifted her setting her on the desk, knocking over papers and writing utensils, he penetrated again as she sat, leaned back, she looked into his eyes. She loved the faces he made just before he’d cum. He gripped her hips and held tightly, “Ahhhhhhhh shit. Babe.” He panted and huffed, “Shit.” Sometimes those quick orgasms hit harder than when they made love all night. It was something about the air of danger and mischief.

She held him in her arms, he was still commenting, “fuck.” He pulled out. He kissed her. She adjusted herself and left.

*********

That night, when Jordan got home with Dave. He did crash on the sofa, eyes barely opened, talking with slurred speech, “baabbeee.” He looked at her in the dress she wore. He grinned, “Come your sexy ass here.”

What was this? She thought. She walked over to him and looked, “Yes.”

He stood up, a little wobbly, “It’s been a while.” He kissed her mouth. It had been so long; she could not even remember when the last time they had sex.

Dave had a woman that he saw while on the road. She knew that’s why he was hardly ever home. He reached for her breasts, Dave” she said.

“Come on babe.” He pulled down his pants. She looked at his strong cock. How in the world could she after her session with Montell? If she didn’t, he’d have questions. She pushed him back and he fell onto the sofa.

She sat in his lap, moving her panties to the side, and felt him as he entered. Her pussy tightened on his shaft giving it a nice warm hug, he started grunting. “You like it?” she asked.

He nodded. This was something new, “Jordan was not usually vocal when having sex. She often let him take charge. He smiled, she shoved her left tit in his mouth so he could suck, she talked dirty in his ear, “you like it wet, it’s juicy right?”

He held onto her tightly, then she came right on him. He lifted her and bounced her on his pogo stick until he released. He laid her on the sofa. He looked into her eyes.

She was a different woman. This wasn’t the innocent Jordan he met when she was 20 and still wide-eyed. The one he had to teach. She was in charge of her body and her orgasm, something he used to wonder if she had, but that night, he witnessed how she behaved when she really came.