My name is Simon, I am 32 and I have been married to Joanne for nearly 3 years.
Joanne is 26 and works part-time for a small company near where we live. She works with 3 men who are all in their early 50s – old enough to be her dad – but seems to enjoy it.
I have met them all and they all seem to poke a bit of fun at Joanne which she takes in good humour and tries to give as good as she gets.
Joanne has a great personality and a great figure but has always only ever had lowly paid jobs and as she is quite naïve I often worry that people take advantage of her good nature. I know when I have worked in a mixed environment, although there has never been any sexual harassment, the guys quite like embarrassing the ladies with sexual innuendo and often look them up and down and make comments amongst themselves.
I imagined Joanne’s workmates would often look her up and down and comment on her lovely body. She is 5’4 with shoulder length brown hair, a shapely figure with a fantastic pair of 38d tits and a pretty face that makes her look younger than she is.
I am about 5’9 and reckoned her workmates Martin and Brian were about the same or probably slightly taller, and Barry was about 5’7.
The Friday before Christmas I’d been to the pub at lunchtime and then left to go and pick Joanne up. Joanne was also having a lunchtime drink and food with her 3 colleagues.
I parked outside and walked round the back as the front door was locked. Going into the back I got tangled in the noisy chimes hanging from the door, and hearing laughter I then walked down the short corridor and into the room where they all were.
There were cans and wine bottles on one of the tables and by the looks of them they were all having a merry time. They all acknowledged me and asked if I’d got stuck in the ‘burglar trap’ and then Joanne said “look what they’ve bought me,” as she pointed a large box with what looked like some sort of vanity unit inside.
“That’s nice,” I said looking around and noticing all the guys smiling and looking at my wife.
She always looked smart for work but because it was the last working day before Christmas she had made a special effort and had put on a short-sleeved red blouse that was fairly low cut as well as being mostly see-through and you could see her red lacy bra underneath. She had a smart black and red patterned skirt that came to just below her knees, and red ankle-strap shoes with a small heel. I also knew she was wearing a black half-slip underskirt and red lacy briefs. She had also put a bit of extra makeup on that morning.
I had a drink with them as they continued chatting and laughing all seemingly with their eyes transfixed on Joanne. I began to think that wearing a see through top wasn’t such a good idea after all. Although they would have been used to seeing the great shape of her tits, and had probably caught the occasional glance of her cleavage now and then, this was almost a clear view of her upper body and even I was enjoying the view even though I had seen her naked almost every day.
I sensed the guys would stay there all day if they could so as I finished my drink said “shall we make a move?”
Joanne looked at her glass which was still more than half full and said “can I just finish this.”
“Sure, I’ll take this box to the car and just call at the supermarket to get some money, I’ll sound my horn when I get back shall I,” I offered.
“OK then,” she said, and the guys all shook my hand and wished me a merry Christmas.
Some time later I remembered I’d already drawn some money out the day before and left it at home so I started back, entering the building and negotiating the chimes without making a sound I then began to slow down as I approached the door to the room which was slightly ajar.
I heard the guys saying “come on, it is christmas,” and “ohhh, come on,” and “get into the Christmas spirit,” as Joanne was laughing.
I moved a little closer and peeped in.
I saw empty and half full glasses on the drinks table and then saw them stood nearer to a clear table, none of them had a drink in their hand anymore.
“You can’t go without a Christmas kiss,” Martin said. So that was it, they were trying to get Joanne to give them a kiss before she left.
I couldn’t see Joanne’s face but imagined her smiling and blushing as she pondered what to do, while the guys were eagerly waiting for a reaction.
“Oh Ok then,” Joanne eventually conceded and went to put her hands on Martin’s shoulders.
Martin smiled firstly at Joanne and then at the other 2 as he put his hands on my wife’s waist and then round her back as he pulled her closer to him.
Joanne kissed him and then stopped, as you would when kissing a friend or relative.
“Eh, what was that?” Martin exclaimed loudly. Joanne laughed and Barry added “come on Joanne don’t be a scrooge.”
Joanne and Martin were sideways on to me now and I saw Joanne put her head to one side, still smiling and probably thinking ‘Oh OK but I don’t really want to.’
Martin pulled her closer still and I could see their chests pressing against each other as Martin started his kiss. Joanne’s hands were on his shoulders again as Martin’s hand roamed her back, obviously feeling her lovely tits against his chest too. The kiss seemed to go on for ages and Joanne began moving as though trying to break away, with Martin moving his head to keep his lips on hers.
Eventually Joanne broke free and Martin loudly exclaimed “phworr,” as Barry and then Brian took their turn, each copying Martin as they pulled Joanne towards them so that they could feel her tits against their chests while their hands roamed her back and kissed her deeply.
The sight of 3 men, each old enough to be Joanne’s dad, all enjoying a moment of passion with my wife was beginning to have an effect on me as I felt my cock beginning to stiffen.
They all seemed content and there was an awkward silence as Martin then said “well, we’ve given you a Christmas kiss, how about you giving us one.”
Joanne again laughed as the other 2 both agreed “yes, yes its only fair,” as they ganged up on Joanne once again.
“You’re taking advantage because I’ve had too much wine,” Joanne accused.
“No we’re not, we’re just being festive,” Barry countered.
“Yeah, it’s usually us oldies that get accused of being boring,” Brian followed up, leaving me wondering if Joanne had previously accused them of being boring as he emphasised the word boring.
Martin closed in on Joanne and she appeared to begrudgingly put her hands back on his shoulders, but certainly didn’t strongly object.
They were sideways on to me again, with Barry behind Joanne, and Brian at the far side, all oblivious to me peeping through the tiny gap into the room.
Martin took Joanne into a long kiss again, and again made sure he felt her tits crush against his chest, the other 2 smiling appreciatively awaiting their turn.
Martin moved his left hand to Joanne’s side, his thumb pointing upwards as he slowly moved his hand up to the side of her right breast.
This is getting close I thought to myself, then my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he brought his thumb down across the front of her breast, then moved it from top to bottom a few more times.
Joanne gasped and although I expect she tried to pull away, Martin had kept a tight grip on her with his right arm and was now pushing his tongue into my wife’s throat.
“Go on son,” growled Barry.
“Good girl,” Brian added in the same tone.
My wife’s hands were now holding the back of Martin’s head, shocking me as it was obvious that she was not objecting to what was happening and it was clear that they were both tonguing each other as Martin was now groping Joanne’s full and gorgeous right breast.
They broke free from each other, with Martin loudly declaring “Wow, that was fantastic.”
Joanne never said a word as Barry immediately moved into position, his back to me I could see Joanne’s arms around his shoulders. Barry’s elbows were moving as he was obviously feeling both Joanne’s large young tits.
Brian was eagerly waiting his turn and because Barry didn’t have an arm around Joanne’s back she broke free earlier than she had with Martin, which wasn’t unexpected as Barry was the ugliest of the group.
Brian then moved into place and this time they were sideways on from Joanne’s left.
Brian smiled and said “Joanne,” as he took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss, firstly pulling her into his chest and then moving his right hand to her left breast.
Unlike Martin who had slowly tested the water, Brian began immediately groping my wife’s left tit. The other 2 were taking a keen interest and Martin began stroking Joanne’s back and seemed to be lifting her blouse slightly from behind. Barry began stroking Joanne’s thigh through her skirt and eventually Brian and Joanne stopped kissing.
Brian moved slightly to the side, unaware that the other 2 had started giving Joanne some more attention. Barry moved back in front of Joanne and appeared to be massaging her hips, while Martin had slipped a hand underneath the back of her blouse and round to her right breast.
Joanne squealed as Martin began fondling her tit again, and Brian slipped his right hand down the front of Joanne’s blouse and started to grope her left tit.
“Stop it you lot,” Joanne laughed as she tried to defend herself as six hands suddenly overwhelmed her.
Not for the first time I readied myself to go to my wife’s aid but then waited as she seemed to decide to go with the flow again.
Barry was basically laughing and holding Joanne still while Martin and Brian unbuttoned Joanne’s blouse with their free hand while their other hand fondled a tit each. Her blouse fell open as Joanne shrieked “my husband might come back any moment.”
“We’ll hear him if he does,” one of them said.
They were all laughing again, Joanne not knowing which way to turn and the three of them touching her up.
“No, no, don’t, don’t you dare, noooo,” Joanne suddenly shrieked.
I couldn’t see what was making her do this as they all seemed to be writhing around. And then I realised, one of them had undone her bra and no sooner had her bra cups moved upwards to expose her flesh then her bare tits were being fondled. My cock was rock hard as I saw my wife’s tits being lifted, squeezed and moved in different directions, her pink stiff nipples occasionally poking out.
She was gasping heavily and kept closing her eyes. I also suddenly realised what Barry was doing as I saw the hemline of my wife’s skirt slowly getting higher. He had been stroking her hips and had then started to gently gather her skirt and slip upwards.
I don’t think Joanne realised what was happening and the other 2 seemed to notice at the same time as I did. Suddenly extra hands were on her skirt and she yelled “aaargh,” as her skirt and slip were lifted above her red knickers revealing the entirety of her smooth shapely legs.
I could see her full tits wobbling as they all focussed on her midriff, her bra cups above her tits and her blouse completely open. Martin and Brian were to either side of her, Barry still in the middle and it seemed that all hands including Joanne’s were between her legs.
Martin moved in between the other two and I looked in shocked horror as they started to push Joanne backwards onto the table behind her.
“Aaargh, no,” Joanne shrieked but still with a hint of laughter in her voice. Comments from the guys were too numerous to mention but included “corr,” and “oh yes,” and “come on Joanne,” and “beautiful.”
The guys now had their backs to me at an angle and I saw Joanne being pushed horizontal onto the table, her legs waving around as her feet left the floor, skirt still up around her waist.
My chin then nearly dropped to the floor as I saw Martin pulling at my wife’s red knickers.
“No, no, don’t you dare,” she shouted but yet still laughing. With the others holding her down and egging Martin on he successfully pulled Joanne’s knickers off and then pulled her right leg to one side and stood between her legs.
She was still squealing and kicking her legs as though she was riding an imaginary bicycle and then my chin dropped even further as I saw Martin lower his trousers and underpants and they dropped to his ankles.
Bloody hell, I couldn’t believe it, he was intending to fuck my wife.
“Martin, no, don’t you dare,” Joanne screamed, yet everyone including her still seemed to be laughing. I couldn’t actually see Martin’s cock but from the movements he was making I guessed he was trying to get it into Joanne’s lovely cunt as he grabbed at her legs while the other two held her down and fondled her tits.
Then sure enough Joanne let out a loud “ohhh,” and Martin’s buttocks began tensing and relaxing as he was obviously beginning to fuck my gorgeous sexy little wife.
Joanne’s legs had stopped cycling and she appeared to raise her knees slightly above the level of the desk as her lower legs rocked in time with Martin’s thrusts, her tits shuddering on her chest while he held her hips.
The other two had relaxed their grip of Joanne’s arms and tits and were leering at the sight before them and encouraging Martin with comments like “go on Martin,” “give her it,” as Joanne kept loudly gasping “ohh.”
Suddenly Martin groaned as though he’d hurt his thigh on the edge of the desk. His thrusting paused as his buttocks clenched and then he delivered 5 deliberate thrusts into Joanne’s cunt as he was obviously pumping his load into her. He leant forward and kissed Joanne and said “that was fantastic,” before withdrawing his cock from her and bending down to pick up his underpants and trousers.
Barry had already got his cock out and moved to take Martin’s place.
“Oh, you’re swines the lot of you,” Joanne feebly stated as Barry started to manoeuvre himself into position.
The sound of him complimenting my wife’s body parts and moving his hairy ass into position made me feel like dashing in and thumping him.
But Joanne didn’t seem distressed as now Barry began humping my wife. Her legs waving furiously as he rapidly fucked her, and her tits bouncing wildly until very quickly he began to come to the aggressive sounds of “go on Barry, go on Barry.”
He threw his head back and the other two laughed at him as he wailed “ohh, ohh,” as he pumped a second load of cum into my wife’s cunt.
Brian almost pulled him away, such was his eagerness to have his turn with Joanne, his clothes round his ankles and his big knob waving around in front of him.
As Barry moved out of the way I could see my wife’s legs wide apart and her glistening cunt lips sitting underneath her neat black bush, her cunt slightly open as it was about to take a third mature cock in quick succession.
Joanne began gasping as Brian’s cock, obviously bigger than she had had before, began entering her. He started to fuck her slowly and I could hear Joanne gasping to Brian’s every entry. She occasionally makes that noise for me but not as often as this, as I assumed she was really enjoying Brian’s large cock inside her.
They were all looking down at Joanne as her moaning got louder. They started saying things like “go on Joanne,” “go on sweetheart,” “go on Joanne fuck him,” “go for it Joanne you deserve it,” and I couldn’t blame her if this added to her excitement, being watched by three men as she climaxed.
“Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh no, oh, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh yes, oh yes,” she gasped loudly.
“Ohh, ohh, orrrrrrrrrrgh,” she squealed as she finally came.
“Well done darling,” I heard one of them say as Brian increased his speed and completed the Christmas gang-bang of my wife.
Martin and Barry helped Joanne up, as Brian put his tackle away. She appeared unsteady on her feet as she slipped her knickers back on, her tits wobbling as she bent down. They were all making out to help her but were in fact only helping themselves to another feel of her tits or body.
“Can someone fasten my bra,” she said.
I decided that I ought to make an entrance and went back to the chimes and gave them a rattle before calling, “is anyone home.”
I walked through the door just as Joanne was fastening her last button.
“Are you ready yet,” I asked.
“Yes,” she almost breathlessly answered.
“Right we’ll get off home shall we,” I said.
“Yeah OK, merry Christmas everyone,” Joanne said matter-of-factly but with a red flush on her face.
“Have a good one you two,” Martin called to us.
“You too,” Joanne cheerfully responded.
“Oh I will,” Martin replied.
“I’ve got a feeling this is going to be my best Christmas ever,” Brian said.
“I’m pretty sure it’s going to be my best Christmas,” Barry added.
“What’s up with them,” I asked.
“Oh they’ve had too much to drink,” she said. Hmm, there’s quite a lot of liquid inside you I thought to myself.