Half Drunk At The Party

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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I was proud of myself: At 45, I still looked good. It was a result of good genes, proper eating, swimming 1 mile twice weekly, and exercising at least 3 times a week for 2 hours at a time. At 5'4", I weighed a healthy 130 pounds, give or take 2. Unlike many of my friends, I didn't have cellulite, and my muscle tone was in good shape. I owed my pretty face to my mother's heritage, and tried to keep it from wrinkling using expensive creams. Yes, I was told often I looked half my age and thrived on the compliments I often got from mostly men. Women were more critical, either because they could see flaws that men couldn't, or they were simply jealous.

My husband, Joe, was 7 years older than me. He was the general manager of a large dairy company. He spent most of his time on the job and had little time and motivation for healthy living. At 5'10", he weighed 180 pounds. Age and inactivity affected him: He began balding and developed a small, yet noticeable belly.

My husband and I got married 24 years ago, and as a young couple were lovey dovey. While he was a rising star at his company, doing his best to impress his bosses that he was a trustworthy hard worker, in his free time, he dedicated all his energy to helping me at home, taking me out to the movies and shows, and bringing home flowers every weekend.

Before marrying Joe, I had 2 boyfriends I had sex with. With the first one, the encounters were uninspiring, probably because both of us were virgins and too shy to tell the other what made us tick. Our relationship ended after only 3 months. My intimate relationship with the second boyfriend was much improved: Ruben had prior experience, and he was happy to teach me everything about sex: Men's and women's erogenous areas, different positions, and even how to enjoy kinky stuff like anal, bondage, light spanking, and having sex in public places. I was very happy with him, and we were together for more than 2 years, but then he moved to France to study at the Sorbonne, and we separated. We continued keeping in touch for a while, but slowly the communication became less frequent until it was over.

Before meeting me, Joe had a single girlfriend he dated for a year and multiple short-term flings. Our sexual encounters started slowly, but within 2 months, we were making it at least once a day, improvising positions and locations for our lovemaking. From him I learned the pleasures of doing it on the laundromat and the kitchen table.

But as they say: All good things must come to an end. Gradually, Joe's libido declined. Was it his dedication to his work? Was it age related? For a short time, I even entertained the idea that he got tired of having sex with the same person for too long, but I never found a clue to suspect he was banging or even fantasizing about another woman. Lately, our sexual encounters occurred about once every 2 weeks and have become shorter and less satisfying. Joe was still investing effort in pleasing me by eating me, but everything was expected, and no surprises were on the menu. Over time, I resigned to the fact that we were no longer young and perhaps the days of good sex for me were over. These days, the best I could hope for was to see men ogle, flatter, and occasionally even flirt with me.

...

As Halloween approached, Joe reminded me about the annual party the firm traditionally celebrated. This year's theme was The Medieval Period. Knowing he relied on me to find suitable attire for both of us, I began searching early. I looked online and chose for myself a plunging dress with generous cleavage, which I liked after seeing a woman wearing it in one of the Renaissance fairs. For Joe, I rented a costume of a butler, thinking it would give him an excuse, being my employee-slave, to be by my side during the evening.

On the day of the party, after helping Joe get into his tunic and hat, I wore the heavy dress I bought and realized that the top part acted like a push-up bra, uplifting and exposing much of my tits. I wore it with 3" heel shoes, put on a touch of makeup and red hot lipstick, and was ready. Joe saw me coming out of the bedroom, and his eyes widened. He mumbled, "Lili, you look amazingly sexy. Half your breasts are on display."

I grinned, "It's one of the few opportunities I CAN show off. Would you like me to change?"

"Of course not. I am just saying that all eyes will be on you in that dress."

"Good. Now and then flattering a middle aged woman reminds her she is not over the hill yet."

We arrived at the spacious hall, and half the company's employees were already there, chatting and drinking. A large cocktail bowl was placed on a table in the corner, and people gathered around it. I had never been a heavy drinker, but on occasions sipped wine. Joe left me to bring 2 cocktail glasses, and I noticed at least 5 men staring at my cleavage. I smiled at them, and 2 approached me. One I recognized as an employee I've met before, while the other one I didn't. The stranger complimented me on my revealing dress. I chuckled and commented that 3 other ladies wore similar attire. He said, "You are right, but you look so much better in it. Is the butler who left you your husband?" I smiled, "Yes."

He looked disappointed, "Pity. I thought of courting you."

I smirked, "You can try, but don't be surprised Joe won't like it."

He bowed politely and left.

The other employee joined me, "Lady, I dare say that you are the queen of the party."

I giggled, "Do you mean it, or you wish me to recommend you to my husband?"

With his eyes concentrating on my tits, I heard him mumble, "If you do it, I'll be eternally grateful, but I mean it. You are GORGEOUS."

I saw Joe on his way back and told the young guy it was a pleasure to talk to him. He understood the hint and disappeared. Joe handed me the glass, and I sipped it. The purple liquid was sweet and slightly tangy. I like it. A lot. We moved toward some of Joe's employees, and I continued sipping the drink. Before I realized it, the glass was empty. Joe began talking to 2 workers, and I noticed my husband's secretary in the crowd. Our eyes met, and she came in my direction. She guided me to the cocktail table, filled both our glasses, and started chatting with me.

Suddenly, the band began playing dancing music. In a short time, couples were on the floor, showing their skills. Soon, several men were walking in my direction, apparently with the intention of inviting me to dance. The first guy was around 60, bald, whom I knew as one of the members of the board. He asked me politely for a dance, and I accepted. It was a slow dance, and the guy was a decent dancer, so I managed to dance while finishing my second glass. When the song was over, he thanked me and left. I was in the middle of the dancing group and looked for Joe. I saw him far away, talking loudly with 3 board members about something that was clearly work-related. I didn't want to interrupt and strolled to our table.

As I was on the way, I was stopped by a tall, dark skinned guy of about 50. He said, "Pretty lady, I was watching you from a distance and was very impressed. You are terrific, and your dress looks as if it was tailored for you. May I have this dance, please?"

I vaguely recognized him as one of the supervisors in the milk area. He was dressed as a pirate. I smiled, "If I decline your offer, are you going to kidnap me?"

He laughed cheerfully, "The idea crossed my mind, but I hope I won't need to do it."

We began to slow dance, and about a minute into the dance, I started feeling lightheaded. The cocktail must have had more alcohol than I thought. As his strong arms enveloped me, I leaned my head on his chest, closed my eyes, and followed his lead. When the song ended, I remained leaning on him and mumbled, "I feel slightly dizzy."

He muttered, "It's too hot here, and this year, the cocktail has more alcohol than usual. Let me take you outside, to the fresh air."

He hugged my shoulder and guided me to the large yard. There were many trees around, and the area looked like a small park. We walked between the trees with my head still leaning on his shoulder, feeling slightly better, but still woozy.

He stood behind me and said, "Let me massage your shoulders, and you'll feel better."

His warm hands started rubbing gently my naked shoulders. It felt very pleasant, and I leaned my head back on his broad chest. I heard myself moan. He continued for a while, and then gradually his palms moved to massage my upper chest. In my daze, his strong hands felt wonderful on my skin.

Slowly, his fingers reached my exposed breasts. It still felt great, but my brain began sounding the alarm. I stuttered, "Whaat are you dooing?"

He whispered in my ear, "I want you to feel better, so I'll expand the massage area a bit."

"Buut it's noot right..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

I knew I should have answered YES, but for some reason, my mouth froze, and I did not respond. He took it as no, and continued rubbing my upper tits. His hands were like magic: For the first time in ages, I felt I was getting horny. In my semi-conscious state, my mind focused on the pleasure, and the not-right part quickly faded away.

Next, his fingers found their way inside the dress and lightly kneaded my sensitive nipples. In a last ditch effort to stop him, I whispered, "Pleeease, sir..."

He continued tantalizing my nipples and murmured, "Do you really wish for me to stop?"

Again my tongue failed to say YES, and I felt his fingers fumble with the dress's front buttons. I resigned to my fate and shut my eyes, hoping for the best. Soon, my whole chest was exposed to the mild breeze. It felt good on my skin, yet in the back of my mind, a nagging thought reminded me what we were doing was wrong. I attempted to ignore it and tried to relax in his arms.

He felt I had given up, and turned me toward him. I refused to open my eyes. Then I felt his lips on my right nipple. He milked it tenderly, causing me to tremble. I was now shaky, and becoming more aroused. I felt warm all over, and my cunt started leaking. I groaned, and my hands wrapped around his hair. His lips moved to suck my left nipple as his fingers continued to unbutton my dress.

Subsequently, he lowered my dress onto the grass. I was now naked before him except for my low cut panties. His arms pulled me onto his body, and I felt his erection pushing against my tummy. My arousal grew further. The long time without satisfying sex overcame any thought of impropriety. My daze, which resulted from drinking alcohol, numbed my guilt, and my horniness prevailed. I was now completely in his hands, and he knew it.

He gently lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. His insistent lips parted mine, and his large tongue conquered my mouth. His smell and taste were like an aphrodisiac, and I clutched my body deeper into his. During the kiss, he grabbed my hand and moved it onto the bulge in his pants. In my mind, I crossed the line long before, so I did not hesitate and moved my palm up and down over his covered rod.

Then his lips left mine, and he gently pushed my shoulders down. I opened my eyes and saw his piercing eyes order me to kneel. I obeyed. He muttered, "Unzip me!"

My arousal was already sky high, and I felt his stiff tool caged in his pants. I cautiously opened his fly, careful not to trap his organ by the zipper. Once it was free, his long and thick organ jolted inches from my face, pointing upward. The large purplish helmet was too tempting. I could barely engulf it, but managed to take the spongy head into my mouth. The guy obviously showered before the party because the smell and the taste were both clean and fresh. While his cock gradually disappeared into my mouth, his hands tweaked and lightly pinched my tortured nipples. Despite not touching my cunt, I felt my climax was pending.

All of a sudden, his body tensed, and his powerful palms held the back of my head. I knew what was coming in spite of my continuous lightheadedness, so I retreated slightly, placed my tongue on his slit, and within seconds felt jet after jet of slimy goo hitting my tongue and streaming down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to take all in without spilling a drop. His abundant cum brought me closer to the edge, but I did not climax.

As he finished, I stayed on my knees and gazed at the guy whom I just blew off. He smiled at me, "YOU haven't had an orgasm yet. Don't worry, I'll take care of you shortly."

It was my last chance to avoid the inexcusable outcome, but I was way beyond that point. My brain was on fire with only one thought: I needed to cum right now, and nothing else mattered.

The guy took off his jacket, revealing a muscular chest covered with a tight short-sleeved shirt. He placed the jacket on the grass and gingerly placed me on my back. I was glancing at him, unable to react. He undressed quickly, removed my panties, spread my legs, knelt between, and rubbed his partly deflated penis on my neatly trimmed bush. The constant grinding of my clitoris with him massaging my tits was enough to send me into my first climax. It was OK, but not very powerful. I opened my eyes to see his now fully engorged monster invade my pussy without warning. I gasped as the huge beast dilated my delicate vagina, forcing the walls to widen rapidly. Without delay, he began plowing me roughly, sending me to a much improved peak. He drilled into my pussy like a jackhammer, throwing me into a blissful state.

I recall him talking dirty to me, saying, "Slut, you like it, don't you?" and, "You'll be my private whore from now on, won't you?" Almost in a coma, I think I agreed to anything he said...

After what felt like a 24 hours ordeal, he ejaculated deep in my womb, sending me to a third orgasm. I was in heaven, and at the time, nothing else mattered.

We rested for 5 minutes between the trees and then we heard voices approaching. We dressed up quickly and moved away from the voices. I was still lightheaded, but my body felt energized like never before. The guy helped me walk and said, "I know you are Lili, our boss's wife. In case you didn't recognize me, my name is Sergio. I'll bring you back to your table now, and try to reach you tomorrow." He kissed my lips lightly, brought me to the door, pointed at my table, and left.

I checked one more time that my dress was reasonably fitted around my body, and there were no visible grass stains. Then, I headed straight to the bathroom, reapplied lipstick, rearranged my hair, and sneaked to our table. By now, most people were half-drunk or busy talking, and except for a couple of eyes watching me, nobody seemed to care. I didn't see Joe. I sat down and leaned back on my chair. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Joe's hand touching me. He mumbled, "Sorry dear. I know I left you for too long, but there was an urgent issue we needed to discuss. I promise to make it up to you later."

We left the party soon after. My dizziness was still there, so Joe held my hand all the way to the car. As we reached home, I showered briefly and went to bed. Joe kissed me tenderly, said, "Good night, darling," and turned off the lights. He didn't suspect anything.

...

The next day, I was on pins and needles. I never before cheated on my husband, and haven't even considered it. Yet, the day before, my body was violated by one of my husband's employees, taking advantage of me being under the influence. Why couldn't I object, refuse, or say NO? I was at a loss for words, and my brain was a mush. The bottom line was simple: At the party, I had sex with a guy who was not my husband. I was confused, ashamed, and scared.

Early afternoon, my phone rang. It was Sergio. He said, "Lili, I think that you are an amazing lady, and I loved everything we did last evening. When is the earliest we can meet again?"

I blurted, "We cannot. Yesterday I was drunk and dizzy. While I was semi-conscious, I broke my husband's trust and let you abuse my body. No more."

He chuckled, "The way I recall it, things were different. You never refused my advances verbally or otherwise, and came multiple times."

"As I said, my brain was not there. Even when I wanted to refuse, I could not talk. And then, when both the alcohol and your teasing overwhelmed me, I just gave up fighting. However, I never gave my consent."

"Lili, despite what you try to tell me, I know we both enjoyed our time together. But I am not going to bother you again. My name is Sergio Gomez, and if you change your mind, you can find my phone number online. I'd love it if you call. Take care." Next, he hung up.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at one of the pictures on the wall. I was no longer dizzy, but the shame was as strong as earlier. Why did my body freeze when I could stop everything with a simple word? Was it really only the alcohol to blame, or deep down, my brain craved to feel desired again? And if the problem was only to say NO, how come my cunt was leaking, and I was actively giving him oral?... These thoughts haunted me for weeks, and my sleep was interrupted multiple times by nightmares.

Two months later, I came to Joe's office to talk to him about a personal issue. As I was leaving, Sergio appeared and smiled at me, "Lili, you haven't changed a bit. You look stunning. I miss you."

I eyed him and blurted, "Sergio, thanks for the compliment. Whatever we had before was a one-time fling. Keep the memories, but I have no intention to ever repeat that mistake again."

He glanced at me with puppy eyes and mumbled, "I am so sorry you feel this way. In my book, our adventure is registered as one of the highlights of my life. The whole time since our escapade, I hoped you'd call me. Bye, pretty lady."

He left me, walked toward his car, and never looked back. I stood there with my eyes following his perfect body, telling myself I did the right thing. I felt a tingle in my cunt, as my pussy protested my decision to prevent her from ever being thoroughly and pleasantly satisfied again, but my mind was set: Without telling anybody about what happened, I'll always remember and cherish the evening I let loose and was perfectly fucked...