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I work for a business that sells software to businesses. My boss [54M] throws a party every year and it is all the time a massive spectacle. Me being a salesperson who is working my way up in the business make sure to make a good impression with my boss at the party because it is some of the only face time I get (it’s a big business).

Usually there is a table filled with vibrant foods and champagne glasses being carried around by staff on trays.

This year the party was particularly essential, as I am up for a promotion and really need the extra money. My wife has been wanting to move to the coast and we just needed to put away enough for a down payment, and the position is remote so I could keep my job. Marlene is very anxious about the whole thing.

The day of the party we begin to get ready and I watch Marlene parade around the bathroom tits bouncing looking absolutely stunning. She was freshly tanned and her blonde curls bounced just above her shoulders. Her nude hips swayed back and forth. I reached in for a pinch—.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she slapped my hand away. “Hurry up and get ready.”

“We have plenty of time,” I complained, “we could always—ya know.”

“Absolutely not. We need to be focused tonight.” She kept applying her makeup in the mirror.

“Alright alright,” I slipped on my slacks and tucked in my shirt.

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We arrived at the party and my boss Mr. Taylor was greeting everyone at the door of this gigantic mansion of a house. We walked up to the grand entrance and greeted Mr. Taylor.

“Very nice to see you James and Marlene,” he grinned deeply and held Marlene’s handed in his wrinkled palm.

“Great to be here,” I smiled at him, he hardly noticed I was alive.

Marlene blushed, noticing that Mr. Taylor was now staring directly down the cleavage of her little black dress. Her white painted toes nervously twisted in her strappy black heels.

We hurried inside after the intense greeting, “that was a lot. He seems to really like you.” I looked over at Marlene.

“I sure hope so,” she said staring ahead at the very large living room. Full with a bar and in the center a large stage. “I wonder what the stage is for,” she snatched a glass of champagne from a nearby server.

“That’s new,” I also grabbed a glass, “maybe there will be a live musician.”

We bounced around and mingled with my coworkers, all of them there for the same reason, promotion. There wives were dressed their best, and they all were wearing their best suits.

By the fifth conversation Marlene had her fair distribute of champagne, and found a waiter carrying martinis. It was safe to say she was feeling herself.

It was at this moment that the lights dimmed and Mr. Taylor appeared on the stage. A spotlight illuminated his face. “This year we have a special event,” he grinned, “a lot of you are hoping for a promotion this year.” My heart sank. “I thought what better way then a competition,” he raised his hands.

“Woo!” Marlene yelled out. A few couples look back at us.

Mr. Taylor looked in my direction, “that’s the spirit. We are going to have a talent show, and I’m the only judge.” Everyone looked around nervously. “The rules are simple, all you have to do is prove how much you want this promotion. Who wants to go first?”

I do! A man from another department yelled out. He proceeded to get on stage and explain exactly why he wanted the job. The boss seemed rather bored with the direct attempt. Many took the same approach and one juggled. Finally it came to me.

Marlene’s confidence at this point was at an all time high. She looked over at me, “I’m getting you that job.” Before I could stop her she was up on stage, “this is for my husband.” She said. She grabbed a chair and told Mr. Taylor to sit down, and asked somebody to put on some music. It was a slow song with plenty of rhythm for Marlene to move her hips. My boss looked up lustily into her chest.

I watched dumbfounded and couldn’t believe my eyes. Marlene proceeded to give Mr. Taylor the sexiest lap dance I had ever seen. She pulled down her dress exposes her tits and shoved his face into them.

I felt myself grow in my pants, how could I think this was hot? My wife was rubbing her ass on my bosses cock, in front of everyone in the business. It didn’t matter, my cock was hard as a rock.

Marlene’s dress had ridden up while dancing and her cheeks jiggled as she slammed down on his lap. Mr. Taylor was in another world, practically drooling. His pants were tented up with his raging hard on. Marlene was loving the attention.

Many of the men in the room were ogling Marlene, and it made me so hot watching all of them want her.

The song ended, but Mr. Taylor wanted more and Marlene didn’t want to stop. She knelt down and began to unzip his pants, only for his cock to spring violently out hard as can be.

I never would have wondered this is how tonight would go, but I wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Marlene knelt down in front of Mr. Taylor and started gonna town on his cock. He bucked in ecstasy as she slid her plump lips down his shaft, while her hands fondled his balls.

I looked around to see many of the guys sporting massive hard ons. Many of the women were appalled but nobody stopped it.

Marlene sucked and shoved Mr. Taylor’s cock down her throat and gagged. You could see that he wasn’t gonna last much longer. My cock was throbbing as he stood up and began to stroke his shaft over my wife’s face. She stared up at him batting her lashes and opened her mouth wife, tongue hanging out awaiting her prize. I was so turned on it was insane. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants.

My boss let out a groan and he shot rope after rope of hot cum across her face. She lapped it up and cum dripped from her lashes.

Marlene looked over at me and smiled, “I think we won.” I felt my cock buck as I looked at my wife’s cum drenched face, and I shot a hot load in my pants. I felt so degraded and I loved it.

Oh, and I got the promotion.

NSFW: yes

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