My first corporate party

My first husband and I often argued about this issue. The thing is, I am firmly convinced that these men, often called "muzhiks," have it much easier in many life matters than we women do. I'm not even talking about periods and childbirth, that's a separate topic of conversation, as our former trade union committee chairman Vasily Vasilyich used to say. And Vasilyich himself "blew off" to advanced training courses and will now be blissing out in the capital for a year, and I was chosen for his place, even though I wasn't eager for it at all. But I must justify the trust of the workers at our plant!

But it's much harder for me to resolve all the issues in our trade union committee

than it was for him. Yes, I was his deputy, but the thing is, our cunning Vasily Vasilyevich, aka Vasilich, solved all arising issues himself, single-handedly and quickly, without initiating me into all the intricacies, and now I have to manage on my own.

And when my husband asks what was easier for him than it is for me now — how do I answer? Honestly or make something up? So, our eternal crybaby and complainer, the plumber Neverov, came in — his wife, you see, hasn't been giving it to him for two months now. And he asks for my help — so what, am I supposed to give it to him myself, so he calms down and stops whining in my office? But my husband, a policeman by the way, if he finds out, won't approve of such a thing, and hardly any other husband would like such "help."

Or our boss's secretary, Lilka, dropped by once and also complains — her husband is missing, hasn't been home for two days, seems like he went on a bender or is carousing. So what am I supposed to do now — go look for her carousing husband? It was much easier for Vasilich to solve this problem; he poured Lilka a couple of shots of "calming" liquor, then quietly bent the drunken, swooning Lilka over his desk in the shape of a "Z" and screwed her thoroughly, luckily after work, she screamed like a stuck pig, but then abruptly calmed down and stopped crying. And when she went home, her husband was found — peacefully sleeping on a bench near her entrance.

Now Lilka is on maternity leave, and her husband is beating his chest about what a stud he is and doesn't drink, running circles around Lilka, dreaming of becoming a daddy. And what am I supposed to do with her now? Actually, I had the sense to call his mother, and he's there with his son, or rather Vasilich's son, living it up without a care, so that issue was also quickly resolved.

Or our locksmith Petrenko showed up, telling me that his wife, by the way our nurse Nina, just can't get pregnant, what should he do? And why hasn't she given it to him for a week already? Good question! But even though I explained to this dumb Petrenko, blushing of course, that his wife is on her period right now, and as for why she, our sexy nurse, just can't "get knocked up," what does that have to do with me? Ask my own husband to help the Petrenko couple? Then I'd be without sweets for a long time — Ninka is such a tempting piece!

And then she was in the trade union committee and jokes that I should give it to Neverov, but there are nuances here! If I give it to Neverov, he'll calm down, but then, drunk on a bench, he'll blab to everyone — men keep saying women are chatterboxes, but they themselves let their tongues wag so much in the beer bar... And there are such nuances, men have this logic — "If she didn't give it, she's the ultimate bitch and stingy. If she gave it, she's the ultimate slut!" Interesting logic men have! They also constantly mock our, women's logic, but themselves...

And another interesting nuance — both men and women come to Vasilich to cry on his shoulder, as they say, with containers of drinks of various contents, he can drink with them, but I can't, rumors will immediately start that "our trade union lady is a drunk." Men can, but I can't! And sometimes you just want to have a drink so badly, just to relieve stress, my job as trade union committee chair is something — you argue with the director about bonuses, then had to fire the bitter drunk Ruslan by trade union committee decision. And personal matters? It's so offensive, my husband picks me up every day in his car with the flashing light when I haven't bought anything, but when I've shopped and have full bags, he's nowhere to be found — he's out on a call! And I have to drag the heavy bags home myself, no one will help, they're afraid that my dear husband might see and go over their kidneys with his baton. Well, just constant stress for me in this position!

But then I came up with an idea — a corporate party! And we found money for it. The whole thing is, in our trade union storage room I accidentally found a bunch of volleyball and soccer balls and boxes with badminton sets. We distributed all this stuff to the workshops, now when going on a picnic or just to nature or the sea, anyone who wants can play badminton or occupy themselves with volleyball, kick a ball around, stretch their bones. And Natasha and I, who also felt this was a good thing, created a commission, distributed the equipment and got money from the bank, writing off our trade union funds for socio-cultural events.

And since our professional holiday is on Saturday, we decided to arrange a wonderful "event" on Friday after work. But so as not to turn this into a banal drinking session, we suggested doing it like for New Year's, like a masquerade ball, a costume corporate party with half-masks over the eyes. Decided-done! We're not men, after all!

Well, we decided to gather in the small assembly hall of our management, it's convenient and cozy, and my office with the "ammunition," as my husband jokes about the spare bottles, is right nearby. Twelve of us came, including our nurse, the sexy Nina. Well, and we started our masquerade-show! It was a bit funny when Vera Demidovna, our formidable deputy director, pulled on a costume of an anaconda, after all we all already call her a cobra, she hisses at everyone, just like a snake under the floorboards. And then two inseparable friends, both named Marina by the way, and both from accounting, flew in on their sky-high heels, both in Little Red Riding Hood costumes. And both in such mini-skirts that their little red hoods are bigger than these super-minis! And Nina decided not to be original at all and came simply in her nurse costume, that is, in her white coat, only with large red crosses sewn on the right and left.

And what a little coat she wore! Very short, shorter than the mini-skirts of both Marinas, constantly flashing her narrow red panties. And she also pulled on white stockings, and such that the hem of the coat barely covers the stockings' cuffs — the sexiest nurse in our city and region! It's just that there's no one for her to seduce at our corporate party, only women gathered here, and all with the correct orientation. And then both Marinas floated up to me, just like twin sisters in these outfits and in a mysterious whisper ask me to also put on something from the New Year's outfits, something sexy, because two cool young men are coming to us soon, they're both dating them. Oh, these "dates"! As if I don't know what kind of dates these are — they gather at a free apartment, screw, and go back to their own apartments.

Exactly, as soon as we had a good drink, raising glasses to all things good, two guys from security joined us, pumped up like that, they say they just got off duty at the checkpoint. Well, they were met with stormy shouts of delight and naturally, immediately poured a "penalty" shot for them. Both are handsome, sturdy guys, came from the army a couple of years ago, both even look a bit alike, we call them "The Twins." Even their names are somewhat similar — one is Viktor, the second is Vitaly. They brought music with them — a cool tape recorder and we set up a dance hall. They only danced in an embrace with their girlfriends when Nina flew up to them, put on them such cunning wolf masks and stood between them, putting her hands on their shoulders and the three of them did something like a letka-enka, dancing dashingly. And the Little Red Riding Hoods with them — a complete fireworks display!

Apparently I came out super-sexy, because when Vitaly saw me, he froze as if in a stupor, his eyes glazed over, standing like the statue of the Commendatore and not taking his eyes off my legs. And when I turned to the table and bent over for a fallen glass, then Viktor also stared dumbfounded at my butt, Nina stumbled and they fell together. Nina's right leg soon swelled up badly, but she didn't seem to feel much pain, having taken so much "painkiller" today, so she continued to drink and even, limping badly, tried to dance.

And suddenly she sat on the floor, started moaning loudly and then both Twins, at my request, carried her to the director's rest room, he can spend a couple of nights there at the end of the month. There's a cool sofa bed, shower and toilet, a stereo, overall not bad. I asked the guys to look after Nina and went to the hall, telling everyone they could continue having fun, Nina was put in the rest room for now.

And when half an hour later I quietly approached the door, I saw an interesting, even rather wonderful, intimate-erotic picture that strongly aroused me — Nina was lying on the sofa, her bright panties were lying on the floor, and between her widely spread legs Viktor was "operating" at full speed. Both libertines were sweetly moaning, seemingly in a daze of pleasure.

And then Nina started writhing all over, moaned so sweetly, even trying to move her hips to meet Viktor — she's clearly coming, and he's still continuing his movements, his naked butt going up and down. And then Vitaly floats out of the bathroom with a satisfied face, seems to have already "shot his load," fastening his pants. Seeing me, he was a bit embarrassed, but quickly pulled himself together, started kissing my hands and giving me compliments. Kisses each of my fingers separately, and so tenderly and therefore it became very sweet for me, and we women love with our ears, and he's pouring it on like a nightingale from Kursk, how cool I am, how incredibly sexy, outshone everyone at this corporate party, you just can't take your eyes off my legs.

— Alright, — I tell him, so he doesn't rape me right here, clearly in the mood for it. Come with me, our young Casanova, to my office, we'll get more drinks for our company, otherwise soon all the bottles on the tables will be empty, our beauties just can't stop. You'll help me carry them, since I'm a bit drunk, okay?

Oh, how he pranced, just like a stallion on the parade ground, how he clattered his hooves! Clearly hoping for something, young libertine! We entered my office with him, I leaned over the desk to the drawer with the "ammunition," as my husband jokes, started rummaging in it, choosing bottles. And a minute later I felt how I became both pleasant and sweet, all wet and very turned on. Then I realized what was going on — my carnival skirt, very short, in this pose rode up completely, exposing my round butt, barely covered by my red panties. Well, and Vitaly accordingly took advantage of this, quietly pulling down my panties and started caressing me with his tongue, and quite skillfully. I wanted to be outraged by such audacity, but it became so pleasant that I decided to wait for now — why deprive myself of pleasure, especially after drinking, and especially since my husband won't be here for a few days, and nothing will be lost from me for now!

And Vitaly is working with his tongue at full speed, trying hard, went between my appetizing "buns," as my husband calls them, caressed my tight little hole, even stuck his tongue a bit into my butt, I got goosebumps all over my body, it became so unexpectedly pleasant — strangely enough, but from caressing my anus I felt so magically excited! Better not to scold, but to get pleasure, my policeman never did that to me and clearly never will, but right now it's great, even without expecting it myself, I moaned so sweetly, surprised myself. And then his hot skillful tongue went lower and I, spreading my legs a bit to make it easier for him, started just involuntarily, but very sweetly moaning. How good I feel now, how pleasant, so hot in my stomach, if only there was a hard strong cock in my suddenly moistened vagina right now! Wow, I'm so wet now and I want it so much! If only my husband could see me now — he'd be very surprised, especially by my pose! Ha-ha!

And here it is! Not my husband, but Vitaly's hard hot cock, it slowly enters me, crushing my lower lips, come on faster! — I want to shout to him, I'm already burning all over! Well, finally this large hot "finger" started moving inside me at full speed, how magically wonderful I felt. I arched a bit, it's even more comfortable for me and Vitaly's cock went in deeper — how good I felt! By the way, my dears, today is a safe day and, turning my head a bit, I whisper to him quietly: "Come inside me! Don't be afraid, come!"

And it's a good thing he had Nina before this, he was able to move inside me for so long, delivering a lot of pleasant moments and, most importantly — I finally got my first orgasm in the last two months! My husband is of course a stud — sometimes he can screw me two or three times a night, and then comes all over my butt, but quickly, one-two and checkmate, as he says, and I never came. Vagina "rings" from his three rounds, butt hurts a bit, and I can only dream about an orgasm!

And now at the peak of pleasure a hot strong stream of sperm hit me right in the uterus — what a delight of pleasure! I unexpectedly for myself howled and started coming violently for the second time, all twitching and arching, how sweet and good I felt! And then his fiery cock slowly comes out of me, I gasped, and a second later it's in me again and moving with new zeal, almost reaching the uterus.

Something's not right now, did it get longer? Realizing, I understood and turned my head a bit — wow, just amazing! It's Viktor who has already positioned himself at my butt, seems to have gotten excited from such a sight of me and in such a pose and our sweet moans with Vitaly. Yes, it became so wonderful, I was in complete delight and after a very long "pumping" by Viktor I came again. And here's the news — his thin long cock, hot as fire and very hard, impudently went into my tight little hole, which he had lubricated before, inserting his finger into my butt.

Having pulled myself together a bit, on buckling legs, almost falling from the remnants of pleasure, I entered the assembly hall and announced that Nina most likely has a fracture and we'll call an ambulance now. After general oohs and aahs our quite drunk company started gathering and dispersing in different directions. Handing over the half-asleep Nina to the doctors, we went home, Vitaly offered to see me home, since my husband flew off to the district on urgent and important police business.

Not far from our house he sat on a bench, I sat on his lap, we kissed heartily, and then both Marinas with Viktor at the head floated up. Handing over Vitaly to this drunk company of libertines, I went home, all in the remnants of languor from pleasure, and they settled on the bench, loudly reminiscing about our party. With difficulty opening the door, I walked into the bedroom like a sleepwalker and immediately just fell on the bed, without undressing, barely alive from fatigue, from what I drank, and from the most pleasant. So many unexpected events in one evening of the corporate party — we need to continue them! How pleasant I feel now, I thought, flying off into the nirvana of sleep, so many events and three orgasms at once, and from two young men!

And towards morning through the veil of sleep I suddenly felt so pleasant, so good, and then inside me it became so hot! Strange, fighting my way through the haze of sleep and the still light fog of alcohol, I thought, my husband promised to come only the day after tomorrow. And then inside me this hot thing pulsates again, then quickly comes out of me and I finally understood. So that's it! It's our son, already grown up, and spermotoxicosis doesn't sleep at all! And seeing his half-naked mommy in the morning, very appetizing, as he constantly claims, and in such a sexy outfit, he clearly got very excited, couldn't restrain himself and positioned himself at the side of my butt, quickly coming inside me. Ha-ah, and my red panties remained on the floor in my office! Of course, seeing my legs in stockings, completely exposed by this hit