ABIGAIL'S PARTY ... BY THE PROFESSOR
ABBIGAIL'S PARTY
After I graduated from university at the age of 22 I went to work in the City for a firm of commodity broker, it was an exciting environment and the money was pretty good too. I found the highly charged office atmosphere rather 'sexy' and although my colleagues were predominantly male the few women who did work there were gorgeous; being attractive, intelligent and always immaculately dressed; and everyone was the right side of 40.
One of the women in particular I fancied like crazy, Abigail, she was the account director, in her early thirties I guessed, she had these amazingly sultry brown eyes and cascades of tumbling dark hair, her make up was always perfect as was her dress sense.
I watched Abigail around the Office, she had the respect of and authority over her colleagues, which I found very sexy. Her figure was fantastic and she always looked great in her smart business suits which, although of a Business-like length showed off just enough her shapely long legs to perfection, in fact the sight of her stockinged calf’s and black high heels were often enough to make me quite stiff.
I was naturally distressed, though not surprised to discover Abigail was married to another City high flier, not that it stopped her from being friendly with me, in fact quite the reverse and I always think there is something about the confidence a married woman has, especially one in her position that is so appealing. Initially I thought she was just being friendly because I was the 'new boy' but then I noticed she was a bit more intimate with me than the others, just little things like a touch on the arm or the way she smiled.
After I'd been in London a month or so I met a pretty 18 year old secretary who worked for another City firm, but quite unlike Abigail she had luxurious long blonde hair. Maybe some would say strangely, since my first love affair back in my schooldays I've tended to date older women as I find them so much sexier and generally better lovers. They had obviously taught me well, as equipped with my (I'm sorry, rather boastful here!) horse-sized cock I quickly won the totally devotion of Suzanne. My devotion to her may not have been quite so 'total' but that only seemed to enhance her feelings towards me and ever eager to please me, she became quite sexually adventurous, in fact Suzanne made it clear, anything I wanted was available!
My relationship with Abigail remained at the just below smouldering level but with her becoming increasingly provocative; giving me little hints of the pleasures she had to offer, the odd glimpse of stocking top as she knelt down by my desk or a sighting of lacy camisole peeping out from under her smart jacket, any of these sights were enough to stir me.
It was a senior colleague's 'leaving do' that proved to be the catalyst between Abigail and myself, as we were all invited to bring our partners. Suzanne I have to admit did look stunning that night, I think she made a special effort as it was my first 'social' outing at the office, several of my colleagues commented on what a gorgeous girlfriend I had, as indeed I did. And I finally got to meet Abigail's husband, Duncan, who as expected was a SauvÈ, handsome devil, we spent quite some time chatting to them and I detected more than a hint of interest in Suzanne from Duncan while Abigail herself seemed inquisitive to find out more about my girlfriend!
Several weeks later in mid-July, Abigail invited me to a party at her sumptuous house in Surrey that I'd heard so much about from my colleagues. Suzanne made a special effort to look fantastic once again, which I really appreciated knowing that my rise up the corporate ladder could depend on having the right partner for such social gatherings. She was wearing a floaty, pink and white summer dress, and with her tanned legs and high heels I found her so irresistible that we had to stop on the way down to Surrey, so I could have sex with her in a grassy field, hidden from the road only by a large hedge. I think the thrill of having sex so close to passing cars turned us both on and Suzanne's reward was to experience a truly shattering orgasm. Afterwards we drove off laughing, leaving her white, lacy knickers hanging teasingly from the hedge, like a flag to mark the spot and for other motorists to wonder about.
Abigail's house was fabulous set in a two acre garden complete with it's own swimming pool and tennis court, around one hundred people were at the party and the warm summer evening and setting made it idyllic. Abigail looked amazing, gone was the business suit replaced by a very short black leather mini-skirt and stylish slashed neck, red silk blouse under which it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, her generous cleavage attesting to that, Abigail was clearly something of an extrovert outside of work.
Suzanne and I found the drinks in the dining room and were poured two large vodka cocktails by the nattily dressed barman, consuming several of these in rapid succession before moving on to the dancing room of the house. Suzanne was really blown away by the house, as I was and we danced, drank and enjoyed the place to the max. Abigail and Duncan eventually joined us on the dance floor, Abby certainly was a good mover and the four of us cavorted around the floor together like true clubbers until sometime later the DJ put on the smoochy songs and I suddenly found myself dancing very closely with Abigail, who I have to say smelt absolutely gorgeous. As we moved her body rubbed against mine and I felt my cock begin to uncontrollably stiffen until I was soon sporting a full erection. Abigail just breathed sensually in my ear and she rubbed herself against me, which made me even harder. A couple of songs my condition hadn't changed and she whispered. 'You can't go home like that, you and Suzanne had better stay the night', I looked up and raise a comically quizzical eyebrow, Abigail let out a soft laugh. 'I mean drunk!', she whispered then rubbed her thigh against my hard cock just to make the point.....not!
By 1a.m. the guests began to depart, I hadn't seen Suzanne for ages but she eventually came back with Duncan in tow. I told her of Abigail's suggestion that we should stay. 'Oh! I definitely think so too', she giggled glancing at a smiling Duncan, confirming my thoughts about what she might have been up to.
Finally the four of us were in the lounge on our own. 'Great Party!', I said taking another shot of vodka. 'Maybe it's not over yet', Abigail replied coming over and sitting on my lap, then she kissed me, her mouth was so soft and sweet, I just squeezed my tongue between her teeth where it was greeted by her own, equally eager to wrestle. Suzanne was sitting next to me but Duncan swiftly descended to scoop her up in his arms and carry her off upstairs.
Eventually Abigail broke off our French kiss. 'I hope you're not the jealous kind: are you?', she whispered glancing towards the stairs. I shook my head kissing her again and running my hand round the delicious curve of her bottom onto her the smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh. Our kiss grew in passion as my fingers slid under Abigail's skirt, then moved slowly upwards between her thighs. As my hand caressed the silky material stretched tautly across her soft mound, Abigail bit my earlobe urgently gasping, 'Paul, you are so naughty', in such sexy tones that my fingers were eager to explore further.
I felt my pulse quicken as I glanced down, my hand pushing Abigail's thighs apart so I could view my fingers rubbing her bright, scarlet semi-sheer knickers that looked so wonderfully 'tarty'. 'I think we should go upstairs now', she breathed pushing my hand away. I followed Abigail up the stairs watching her pert arse wiggling under the black leather skirt, trying to image what it would look like, naked. As we entered the bedroom I was greeted by the sight of a circular huge bed, in the middle knelt Suzanne, whose head was buried in the pillows, her bum raised into an inviting doggie-style position with Duncan rythmicaly pumping his impressively large cock to and fro inside her delicious wet pussy. I have to confess a tinge of jealousy ran through me as Suzanne's muffled gasps escaped the pillows.
I watched transfixed as Duncan fucked my girlfriend, while his wife was undressing me; Abigail dragged my pants down and my cock sprang free; it was bigger than Duncan's by quite a way! 'Oh! Paul I had no idea you were SO gifted', Abigail whispered breathlessly, sliding her warm fingers along the thick, vieny shaft, then bent her head to plant a kiss on it. Her fingers, took a tighter grip around my thickness and she began to wank slowly me, making my cock stiffen even more. I let a groan of pleasure escape my lips as Abigail lowered her head and her soft lips pressed around my swollen bulb. I ran my hands into her hair, urging head forwards. Abigail needed little encouragement my cock sliding deeper into her mouth as she sucked and slurped on it like some eager child with a huge lollipop.
Glancing up as Suzanne's groans became almost frantic, I saw Duncan was now holding her shuddering hips, his cock hammering into her juicy pussy like the piston of an express train. Seeing my girlfriend being fucked like this I felt more aroused than jealous even when Suzanne's whimpering cry heralded the arrival of her climax. Duncan glistening cock slid from her oozing petals, still unspent and she slowly rolled over onto her back and her trembling body began to relax.
Immediately Abigail stood up letting my cock slip from her lips, she peeled off her blouse, and unzipping her skirt left me to pull it off as she slid onto the bed. Her pert bum looked fantastic clad in very brief, red silky knickers and I watched in fascination as she bent forward to dart her tongue between Suzanne's splayed labia, offering me an irresistible invitation to doggie-style sex. Reaching forward I slipped my fingers under the lacy elastic waistband and slowly peeled Abigail's knickers down off her gorgeous arse, revealing pouting petals, already glistening with juices.
Steering my fat knob against her tantalizingly juicy slit I pressed firmly, Abigail let out a loud gasp as my bulbous head squeezed into the delicious wet, warmth of her pussy. I watched Suzanne's face contort with pleasure as holding Abigail's hips I pushed my rock hard cock further into her, imagining just how much her tongue must be wriggling with ecstasy inside Suzanne's snatch. 'Fantastic', grinned Duncan as I eased the last few inches of my cock into his wife's wonderfully tight pussy.
Abigail was just so wet and I began to fuck her with long, slow gentle strokes ensuring she could still pleasure Suzanne. Duncan was obviously feeling left out at this point and knelt on the bed beside Suzanne, letting his swollen cock dangle a few inches from her moaning lips. I had never experienced anything like this before and I'm sure Suzanne hadn't either but she had no hesitation in reaching up with her mouth to envelope Duncan's throbbing cock.
I was in the best seat in the house, in both senses, my cock looked awesome sliding into Abigail's tight pussy and watching Duncan's cock disappearing down Suzanne's throat wasn't exactly a turn off either. Abigail was gasping and moaning as I fucked her with ever faster, harder strokes, breathlessly telling me how huge my cock felt inside her pussy, while I knew my heavy balls were more than ready to empty their creamy contents into Abigail. I just managed to hold back, driving my hips faster and as I squeezed a finger into her tight little arse, Abigail let out a loud groan and her body started to shudder as her climax erupted, relieved I instantly flooded her sweet pussy with a torrent of hot, jizz: seconds later I saw Suzanne was swallowing Duncan's load, something she had done with relish dozens of times for me.
The four of us continued long into the night, the two girls now highly aroused displayed seemly insatiable for our cocks. Duncan and I must have delivered four or five creamy loads into their hungry mouths, eager pussies and even their tight little arses, while our tongues wriggled tirelessly inside their juicy pussies in between.
Back at work on Monday Abigail and I tried to maintain a business-like decorum, which was difficult as our 'weekend orgy' had opened up a whole new chapter in my sex life and work was the last thing on my mind. A few days later we all met up for dinner and arranged for the four of us to go for a holiday in Greece.........but that is another story!