1. OK...But Just One Drink


    Date: 10/8/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: gazonga, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Again a story which I love very much, but did not write on my own. I found it and thought, that those people frequently reading my German or English stories could like it. Please find a copyright message at the end of this story... I'd had my new job for about 5 weeks, so I was familiar with most of the guys at the office, but I was still trying to fit in. As an office manager for an accounting firm I was both in-charge of the office and yet still subordinate to the accountants. It's a rather difficult line to walk and it's always easier if everyone likes you. Most of the guys in the office are under 35 and unmarried, so it is no surprise that they like to party at the end of the day. Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette...I preferred to go home in the evening. We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife's birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, "We always have a drink at the 'Poison Apple' after work...why don't you two join us before heading off to dinner?" Fool that I was, I said "How 'bout it, Linda?" In a way that made it clear she should say yes. "OK...But just one drink, we have reservations in a ...
    little over an hour." She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be 'one of the guys'. Besides, one drink couldn't hurt. As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, "I've got plans for you, Mister, so don't waste my evening at this bar." I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something. Her little dress didn't wouldn't much. The "Poison Apple" is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it's rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped 'U' shaped booth. To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table "since it's her birthday". The head of the table, was the center of the "U". I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget. The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living... a receptionist at a dentist's office. What were her hobbies... blah, blah, blah... The ...
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