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Husband’s annual holiday office party turns into a steamy affair!

Christmas was fast approaching, and my husband and I decided to attend his work’s highly anticipated party at a luxurious Country Club. The atmosphere was vibrant, with everyone reveling in the holiday spirit, dancing, and enjoying themselves.

However, my husband seemed to indulge a little too much in the festivities and was off in his own drunken world. Meanwhile, Sergio, one of his coworkers, and his wife were also present. Sergio and I had at all times shared a flirtatious connection, which only intensified that night. It didn’t hurt that his wife wasn’t particularly fond of me due to some texts he had sent my way months earlier.

Throughout the evening, his gaze was fixated on me as I danced, seductively moving my body. The more my husband acted like a clown and his wife played her usual mean-spirited role, the more tempted I became to engage in Sergio’s game.

After a few drinks, I excused myself to use the restroom. I asked my husband to get me another drink while I was away. When I emerged, Sergio was waiting by the restroom, looking incredibly attractive in his impeccably tailored attire and exuding a captivating scent. He confided in me about his wife’s behavior, expressing his desire to spend some quality time together and enjoy the party. Initially hesitant, I eventually agreed, thinking maybe we would cross paths later in the evening. With that, I swayed my hips back to the dance floor.

An hour or so passed, and the same situation unfolded once again. This time, when I exited the restroom, Sergio pulled me closer, murmuring his desire to take me somewhere more private. Aware of the security cameras outside, I swiftly declined. However, he then mentioned an empty banquet room not too far from our location. Enticed, I agreed but insisted on making a quick stop at the restroom first. Wearing a short skirt, revealing a hint of cleavage as at all times, and a thong, I discarded the latter in the restroom trash can. After all, nothing should impede the thrill!

Leaving the restroom, I found my way to the rear banquet room, where Sergio was already waiting, securing the door behind me. Our lips instantly collided in a passionate kiss, his erection pressing against me, pulsating with anticipation. Wasting no time, I began caressing his hardened member through his pants. His breath hitched, his hips moved in response, thrusting against my hand. Gradually, I unzipped his trousers, liberating his rigid, brown, and tantalizing Latino cock from its fabric confines. His arousal oozed with precum, igniting a fire within me.

I delighted in the power I held over his lust. Dropping my high heels, I knelt down before him, unsnapping his pants, and exposing his entire length, which effortlessly surpassed my husband’s in both size and girth. Teasingly, I started licking and sucking the engorged head, savoring the sweet taste of his precum as his veined member throbbed between my lips. Our eyes locked as I skillfully squeezed his intoxicating essence onto my tongue, ensuring he felt my unyielding gaze. My tongue explored his balls, enveloping his shaft with intensity. Soon, he couldn’t withstand thrusting into my mouth, indulging in the pleasure of slowly fucking my face. His twitching member signaled his impending climax. Just before he reached the edge, I paused, standing up to meet his eyes once more as we shared a kiss.

In an alluring display of strength, he spun me around, lifting my skirt, revealing my bare ass and dripping wet pussy. His raspy voice whispered sweet nothings about my irresistible backside as his hard, raw cock plunged deep inside me. Each powerful, deliberate thrust became a euphoric symphony, resonating with the rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against my aching, soaked core. My inner muscles clenched around his engorged member, straining in response to his firm grip.

Passion consumed us both as he squeezed my ass harder, his legs tightening. And then, with a shuddering crescendo, his cock exploded, releasing a torrent of hot Latino cum deep into my married pussy. We reveled in the ecstasy, our bodies entangled as he turned me around and kissed me once again. But to my surprise, our escapade wasn’t over. With a compelling urgency, he seated me on the very table where I had been so thoroughly ravished moments ago, spreading my legs wide, and plunging his still-rigid cock into my cum-soaked pussy.

His relentless motions echoed throughout the room, the symphony of our lust punctuated by the delightful splatter of our mingled essences against his balls with each deep stroke. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak, yet again. This time, he withdrew his pulsating shaft, showering my pussy, dripping down onto my pierced clit, a testament to our shared pleasure.

As Sergio gathered himself, tidying his appearance and regaining composure, I discreetly wiped away the remnants of our passion with a tablecloth that had covered the very surface where our encounter transpired. We exchanged one final passionate kiss before he exited the room, returning to the party.

I allowed him a few minutes to escape the vicinity before finally leaving the room, making my way toward the restroom to freshen up. As I passed through the main area, inevitably crossing paths with Sergio’s drunk wife, an intense exchange unfolded. She questioned my intentions with a fiery glare, prompting me to respond with a mischievous smile. “Fuck you,” I quipped, to which she retorted, “I wouldn’t want to fuck you.” My devilish smirk remained as I coolly replied, “Your man certainly didn’t seem to mind it.” Her anger radiated as she stormed away, completely unaware that his intoxicating cum was still delicately trickling down my inner thigh.

I indulged in a few more dances before realizing my drunken husband had been graciously taken home while I was lost in the throes of my passionate encounter. I danced a little longer, enjoying the remaining songs, before driving myself home, my mind still consumed by the thrill of the night’s events.

Later, as I reflected on my sinful escapade, I couldn’t help but feel a mischievous impulse. It crossed my mind to wake my snoozing husband by smearing my wet pussy all over his face, a playful reminder of the evening’s forbidden pleasures.

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