Once again Christmas was upon us and for me this was a busy time of the year. I work as a manager for a food import company, repackaging and distributing food to some of the leading supermarket groups in the UK. I did not mind the hard work as my company always looked after its employees. Not only did we get a good Christmas bonus but they also threw an excellent seasonal party, too which we could invite two guests. This year we invited Anita and her husband John. He was not what I would call the life and soul of the party but as Anita had recently become Joan’s best friend I did not refuse when she suggested them. Usually we remained friendly but somewhat aloof from the rest of the employees at company functions, making sure not to drink too much. I had learnt over the years how easy it was to end up in a very embarrassing situation once the drink started to flow. However this year I drank rather more than usual. As predicted Anita’s husband John was the most boring person I had ever met. All he talked about was his business and how well his kids were doing in university. So to compensate I was hitting the whisky rather too much. It was as we were leaving that I suddenly heard myself stupidly inviting everyone back to my house for drinks. On arriving home I proceeded to get very drunk, eventually collapsing on the bed leaving everyone downstairs. The last thing I remembered was Joan coming into the bedroom and having a go at me for leaving her with all these people she didn’t know. Then I passed out. I next awoke at two in the morning to hear muffled noises coming from downstairs. Needing a drink of water but not feeling up to socializing, I crept downstairs into the kitchen and quietly poured myself a drink. It was then that the topic of conversation in the next room caught my attention. I heard a young boys voice saying. “God they are to die for. What size are they? Please, lets see them?” Intrigued I carefully pushed open the kitchen hatch just enough to see what was happening in the next room. There on the sofa was my wife sat in-between two young lads from work. They both had an arm around her and were looking very intensely at her breasts. I recognised the boys, as Dave and John from the packing department. They were working as temps up to Christmas before going back to university and couldn’t have been any older than 19. Across from her sat her friend Anita, sans her husband but with another young lad, Peter, who also worked with them. He had his arm around Anita and was chatting away intently. Apart from them everyone else had gone. The room was littered with empty glasses and bottles, so it seems I had missed a pretty good party. I have to admit I was very aroused by this all and stood listening intrigued to see what she would do. At forty seven and with the two kids away at university her days were mostly taken up with the ‘Women’s Institute’ and gardening. Definitely not slut material. She always wore very sensible clothes and to be honest her sex life was virtually non-existent. However, under those ever so sensible clothes lies a very voluptuous body. I would very often catch men taking lustful looks at her full 40dd breasts. She also had a very pretty face, although now more fuller than in her youth it still had all those features that made her a woman to desire. It was obvious that Joan was very drunk and was certainly enjoying the attention being given by the three young lads. She gave a mockingly stern reply. “Now you young lads are too young to see what’s under this top, besides you’ll only get yourselves all aroused unnecessarily.” ‘Well can we just touch on the outside then.’ said John. Joan nervously adjusted herself on the sofa and looking across at Anita and enquired, laughing. “Well I’m not sure what do you think Anita? Should I let these young studs loose on my upper region? By the look of what is happening in their trousers I don’t think it’s wise.” Anita who also was also drunk replied in a slurred voice. ‘I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth Joan. It’s not every day that two young lads ask to ravish you.” Joan looked down at her breasts then hesitated for a moment before saying. “ I have a husband upstairs, I do not think he would be very happy to find you fondling my tits.” I could see that the lads were getting more turned on by the minute. John continued. “ Go on let us touch. Look if not touch how about giving us a look?” A further five minutes of his pleading finally bought the desired result. Suprisingly I heard Joan reply. “OK, it is Christmas.” She leaned forward and pulled the front of her blouse out allowing them a clear view down her front. “There, like what you see?” “Fuck me they’re big.” exclaimed Dave. “MMMM, big and bouncy.” with that Joan tugged at her blouse, causing the large expanse of her exposed breasts to quiver and wobble. “Fuck, that’s making me horny.” blurted John. “You like what you see?” said Joan, teasing them. Dave made a lunge with his left hand, but Joan quickly responded, falling back onto the sofa and pulling her blouse front together. “No, now as I said, no touching. The conversation carried on in this veign for another five minutes until again much to my surprise I heard Joan say, “ OK, only a touch mind you, then you must go.” With this the lads each placed a hand on her breasts. At first they just rested there, not moving. Joan stared down with a broad smile on her face. It was obvious that having this control over the boys was arousing her. They carried on talking for a while and as time passed their confidence grew. Joan had not asked for them to stop, so very gradually they began fondling her tits over the blouse. First just the fingers moved, then the hands in a circular motion. Joan pretended to scold them. ‘Now who said you could do that?” “What!’ replied Dave in mock surprise. “We know your loving it.” ‘Well I suppose you can continue for another minute, be gentle though.” After that you really must go before this gets out of hand. I have a husband asleep upstairs. If he wakes up and catches you there’ll be trouble.” “He’ll not wake up,” replied John. “He was totally out of it, surprised he even managed to climb those stairs.” John moved his hand to below her breast, lifted it, cupped it, and gently squeezed. Dave followed suit whilst gently rubbing the back of Joan’s neck. Both guys sensed that matters were at a very delicate stage. Joan’s voice was beginning to shake and she was fidgeting nervously. All she could say was. “That’s very naughty. This is not how you treat a lady.’ This she kept repeating, mesmerized by the motion of the lad’s hands, as they weighed, squeezed and rubbed her undulating breasts. She obviously wanted matters to progress but was unsure. John used his free hand to reach for the glass of wine on the table next to him. “Here Joan have another drink. As you said, it is Christmas.” Joan took the glass and downed it without hesitation. You boys, stop getting us drunk. Don’t think you’ll have your evil way with us. Ay Anita.” Anita, who was watching Joan’s situation, with amusement replied. “Well Joan, they can try. I’m game to put up a struggle.” I couldn’t help but noticed Anita’s hand move across to the Peter’s lap, rubbing his errect penis through his trousers and squeezing it. This did not surprise me as I heard in the local pub that Anita had a reputation when younger. She was fondly known as the village bike by all the young lads. This all changed though when she met her husband John. A very rich man by all accounts and a staunch church goer. The reformed Anita had become very prim and proper when with her husband but when out alone with her friends it was still the same old Anita. In fact I was becoming very concerned about her friendship with Joan. After some time Dave stopped fondling and with his index finger began tracing a circle around the top button of Joans blouse. Nervously he began to unbutton it whilst staring at her face, waiting for signs of resistance. None were shown. Joan was just staring silently at his hand. A line was being crossed and she knew it. What would happen next was totally unknown territory. First one button, then another, still no resistance. A third then a fourth, still no resistance. Dave looked across at John and smiled, they were in. Progress carefully and it could mean the jackpot. The front of the blouse parted, unleashing a white see-through nylon bra, which could barely contain the full ripe breasts held within. Joan narrowed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts straining against the flimsy material. Her nipples stood proud and you could see the dark circles of her areole under the nylon cloth. John gradually pulled the blouse up from her skirt and fully opened the front, revealing in full glory two magnificent orbs of white flesh. Her tits buldged out over the top of the cami bra making them appear even bigger. Joan, now noticably shaking with nervous tension, caused them to quiver. The lads just sat and stared. This was Christmas and all their birthdays come at once I was stunned, never in a million years did I expect to see this. As far as I knew I had been Joan’s only sexual partner having dated her since school days. Also, I had only ever seen her drunk once before. When she was 18 she had drunk nearly a whole bottle of vodka at a party, making her violently ill. Afterwards she vowed never to get drunk again. But now after all these years she had once again succumed to the evils of drink. It seemed a long imprisoned monster had been let loose. She was slowly loosing her inhibitions and changing into a complete slut. By now I too was fully aroused, I had removed my cock from my pants and was slowly wanking. I know I should have rushed into the room and stopped them, but found it impossible to move. The sexual monster in me had also been released. John now took the lead having waited a moment for Joan to get used to having her front exposed to their stare. I could not help but notice the way the two lads were measuring each of their actions, gauging when it was right to make the next move. They were like two wolves stalking a lamb. They made sure Joan felt safe, and that she was in control. However I sensed it was the other way. As I said, John took over. He rubbed his finger back and forth at the base of Joan’s bra, talking all the time. “Mmmmm Joan your one hell of a sexy lady. God, you have a sexy body. Your husband is one hell of a lucky man. What lies beneath this bra is pure gold. Can we see?” Joan lied there transfixed by what was happening to her chest. She had slipped down on the sofa till she was almost flat. All the time she was voicing half hearted protests “You are naughty boys. You really shouldn’t. What will my husband think? I really am not that sort of woman.” “We know you’re not.” replied John “Me and Dave have nothing but respect for you. We just love beautiful women.” His finger continued probing the edge of her bra. Then sensing the time was right he slipped the finger under and lifted it over her tits. They bounced and quivered as they fell back on her chest. The large nipples were long and the surrounding areole shrivelled confirming that my wife was now fully aroused. John again looked across at Dave and they both smiled. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm Joan they’re fantastic. Aren’t they Dave?” “Yes John, very kissable.” With that John and Dave simutaneously went down on her tits, each taking a nipple in the mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking with their tounges. My wife had obviously forgotten about their leaving and was now moaning softly. Her face contorted with pleasure. Eagerly she awaited the next move. First Dave stood up and removed his trousers, pants and shoes. Then returned to kissing Joan’s breast. Followed by John. In this way they left no chance for the spell to be broken as Joan just lay there moaning, her arms lying by her sides and her tits fully exposed for their pleasure. It was next the turn of Dave to move things forward. Sitting up he searched at Joan’s side until he located the fastner to her skirt. Deftly he undid it and unzipped her. Then he dropped to his knees infront of her and started easing it down. Joan lifted herself slightly from the sofa to assist him. The skirt dropped to the floor and what was revealed just confimed even more their good fortune. Joan was wearing tan stockings a white suspender belt and the briefest pair of panties possible. I had completely forgotten, I had pleaded all week for her to wear them as my Christmas treat for after the party and reluctantly she had agreed. Quickly Dave hooked his fingers either side of Joan’s panties and pulled them down. Seeing that body fully exposed to the gaze of those boys made my prick even harder. My wife just lay there, her bra wrapped around her neck and her her legs now fully spread apart, shamelessly exposing a very wet pussy. Dave stared at her fanny for a minute, his fingers rubbing and probing. Parting her legs even wider he lowered his head between them and began licking and sucking her cunt. Joan responded by pushing herself into his face and moaning that much louder. John now realised that my wife had passed the point of no return. He raised his head from her tit and taking her hand placed it on his rampant cock. She instinctivly wrapped her fingers around it and started wanking. I have to admit he had a fair sized cock, at least ten inches of hard muscle. She pulled his foreskin right back exposing his helmet, this she massaged with her finger and thumb, rubbing in the pre-cum emmitting from its tip before continuing to wank its full length. After five minutes of Joan’s massaging John blurted. “Fucking hell I need to cum.” With this he stood up and straddled her body. Crouching down he placed his cock between Joan’s tits and taking her hands placed them either side. Joan folded her ample flesh around his rampant member and proceded to tit fuck. Within minutes he shuddered, releasing a stream of spunk. Again and again he released more streams of hot white cum to cover her neck and face. He gave one final shudder, stood and looked down on his handywork. Spread eagled below him Joan lay writhing in extasy as Dave continued sucking and licking, her neck and face smeared with his seamen. She now raised her hips off the sofa, grinding her wet, red pussy into Dave’s face. My cock twitched hearng Joan’s pleading. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me now. I need fucking, please, now.” Dave raised his head. “It’ll be my pleasure Joan.” With that he moved forward between her legs and directed his cock into her inner sanctuary. Joan thrust her pelvis up to meet his groin. Her ferocity took Dave by surprise as he fought to keep his balance. It was Joan who was doing the fucking. All he had to do was observe her writhing thrashing body devouring his. She cried out lustfully. “Yes. Oh yyyyyessss. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” This she repeated with every thrust of her body. Her flesh quivered and her tits flopped back and forth, up and down like two magnificent white blamonges. Her nipples moved uncontrolably on the ample mounds of marbled flesh, they were now red raw from all the sucking and bitting and protruded out for a good twelve millimeters, her areole had shriveled to nothing, such was her state of arousal. All self control had by now disappeared as she called out, “I’m a fucking whore, fuck me bandy. I’m such a total slut.” Finally she emmited a low, long gluteral grunt and her body shuddered uncontrolably. Dave almost simutaneously came too, his eyes tight shut and his mouth contorted with absolute pleasure. All I heard him say was. “Fucking hell, that was wicked.” There was no respite for Joan. John by now was ready for more. As Dave collapsed back onto the sofa he took his place. Thrusting his cock into my wife’s soaking pussy forced the contents to smear her inner thighs. The intermingled cum dribbled down Joan’s leg and collected in a puddle on the floor, to be spread into the carpet by John’s knee as he ferociously began pumping her body. My wife lay there totally shellshocked by this onslaught. John grabbed her tits with both hands and gripping them at the base squeezed hard. They bubbled out, turning blue with the lack of blood. It seemed he was fucking her forever. Having cum once and with the effects of the alcohol kicking in he was struggling to climax. Yet his brain would not release him from its state of sexual desire. On and on he pounded, his cock slipping in and out of Joan’s wet cunt. Joan cried. “No more. Please no more. Let me rest awhile” The pleas went unheeded. Then at last John’s body convulsed as he release his load into her. He kneeled there ridged for a while before slipping out his cock and collapsing back next to her. All three just sat there. They where exhausted, nothing was said. Joan sat forward, pulled the bra from her neck and removed her cum sodden panties and skirt from around her ankles. Using the clothes to wipe the white sticky cum from her face and inner thighs she threw them into a heap across the floor and once more flopped back. Casually she reached out her hands either side and gently held the lads cocks. Idly she massaged them whilst all three watched Peter and Anita. Peter again was a temporary Christmas worker, soon to rejoin the mass of the unemployed and tonight was obviously all new territory for him, a virgin for sure. Only just seventeen he lacked the self-assurance of John and Dave, thus Anita was in the driving seat. In fact she had been in the driving seat all night I later found out. It was she who initially flirted with the boys. Much to the disgust of her husband, who had stormed out hours earlier? The young lads sensing they could be onto a good thing hung around watching people gradually drift off home. They then sat with Anita and Joan talking and drinking. Because Joan had to circulate and entertain she had been unaware of Anita’s flirtations and the departure of Tom. Though it soon became apparent to her that the boys were seeking more than a casual chat. At first the flirting was light hearted and Joan was enjoying being made a fuss of. But as the drink flowed it became ever more blatantly sexual, eventually each person was playing out a private taboo fantasy in their mind. All secretly hoping it would become a reality. Which of course it had. For sometime Anita and Peter had indulged in nothing but chat whilst intently watching Joan’s seduction. Anita then suggested they change seats, moving to the other sofa opposite. Lying flat she invited Peter to lie with her and teased him for being so shy. Soon she had him kissing her. These were clumsy stabs at her mouth, which soon became full passionate open mouth kisses induced by Anita holding is head and pressing him to her. She then reached down and unzipped his trousers. Pulling out his rigid cock she found her hand covered with his hot sticky cum. It seemed he had already ejaculated just watching the others. It was then Anita knew this was going to be an uphill struggle. She cursed the fact that Joan had the best of the group. Still, at least the young lad had a hard-on, something that her husband seemed incapable of getting lately. Peter fumbled with her top, pulling it up to her neck he placed his hands on her bra covered breasts and squeezed. So much flesh and such small hands. to avoid endless minutes of fumbling Anita pulled away from him, stood up and undressed. I had always admired Anita’s 44ff tits. Being noticably larger than Joan’s I often fantasised about what they must look like. But wow, the reality far surpassed the dream. There encased in a pink matronly bra were two huge orbs of flesh. Anita was what I would call a Roddan woman. Plump but not over obese and not being short of money meant she and her husband could afford to indulge themselves with regular holidays abroad. As a result result she had a very golden brown tan, except that is for where she wore a bikini. Though not as full as Joan’s they more than made up with sheer volume. She unfastened her bra and her pendulous tits swung free dropping nearly to her waist. I heard Peter give out a small moan. Never had he seen such delights, they were every boys dream. Anita then dropped her skirt to reveal a rather large, sensible pair of knickers and white hold up stockings. Quickly she pealed her pants and tossed the on top of Joan’s pile of clothes. She then pushed Peter back on the sofa, and kneeling between his legs took his cock in her mouth and sucked. She managed to fully encase its lengh as it slipped down her throat, then gradually pullled it out till only his helmet remained in her. This she continued to repeat slowly, all the time looking up at his face. Predictably it was not long before Peter was ejaculating again. Anita gagged as he came, the cock was at the furthest point down her thoat. She pulled back and spunk ozzed from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She swallowed hard. Peter looked down at her and apologised profusly. The other two lads laughed and jibbed him for coming so soon. Anita then sat down beside him and said. “Well no joy there, any of you other lads up for it?” They clearly weren’t just yet. Anita was abviously aroused and bursting for sex. Her nipples stood out like chapple hat pegs and she was slowly rubbing between her legs. The four sat for a couple of minutes without saying anything. I was just thinking that the show was over when Dave broke the silence. “Why don’t you girls give us a show.” Joan was quick to retort somewhat embasrrased. “No were not lesbians. How is it men always think that women always want to have sex together.” “Go on.” pressed Dave, “ I’m sure you must be curious. Have you never thought about what it must be like.” “I have” said Anita. “I once nearly did it with a girl at school. I must admit the thought did excite me. I chickened out though.” The conversation carried on in this vein for a good five minutes. The drink had erroded inhibitions and I could see both Anita and Joan warming to the idea, especially Anita who had not yet satisfied herself sexually.. Dave sensed this and said to Anita. “Here swap seats.” Anita floped down next to Joan, looking straight at her and they both laughted nervously. “So who’s going to make the first move.” said Anita. Joan reached across and placed her small hand on Anita’s massive tit. She just rested it there unsure of what to do next. Anita tuned sidewards, placed her arm around Joans shoulders, drew her forward and kissed her full on the lips. At first Joan did not respond but giggled uncontrollably. Still Anita persisted then she gradually eased her tounge into Joan’s mouth, which seemed to push a few of the right buttons. Suddeniy they were lost in each other, it was as if nothing else in the room exsisted. What I was whitnesing astounded me. They had been very close friends for years but never an inkling that they were capable of this. Joan’s hand cupped Anita’s breast, weighed it, squeezed it and with her palm she rubbed the tip of her nipple. This was too much for me, my wife being totally turned on by another woman. My cock twitched and spunk shot everywhere. I could not stop ejaculating. It covered my hand, leg and foot. But still I did not stop wanking, this was by far the most errotic experience of my life. The two volumptuous bodies engulfed each other and slid to the floor. John quickly jumped up and moved the coffee table, enabelling them the room to lie prostrate on the carpet in front of them. Still the two women were lost in each other. Anita now cupping Joan’s breasts and kissing them, tweeking her nipples between her fingers she took first one then the other in her mouth and sucked. My wife just lay there with her eyes shut softly moaning. Anita then sperad my wife’s legs wide and dropped her head down to her cunt. There she licked, sucked and nibbled. The cum from Joan’s previous encounters ozed from her fanny, smearing Anita’s face. Joan arched her body allowing better access as her tounge slipped in and out of her cunt. My wife was loving it. Anita continued to suck and lick the cum from Joan’s pussy. Then I heard Anita slur drunkenly… “We’ll have to play together more often.” She parted Joan’s cheeks and rubbed a finger around her anus. Then pushing first one finger in then another she started finger fucking her arse whilst continuing to suck her cunt. I then heard Joan say in a very slurred voice... “Bring your fanny up here and I’ll give it a seeing too.” With that Anita eagerly turned around and straddled Joan’s face. I then had a lovely view of Anita’s tits…. God they were big. They spread either side of Joan’s stomach as she went back down on her cunt and I could see Joan pulling the protruding nipples as she sucked away between Anita’s legs. The two girls continued to probe, massage, lick and suck each others bodies for many minutes whilst the three guys just sat on the sofa playing with themselves, watching them intently. Both John and Dave had smug smiles on ther faces. I was now sure that there was more than alcahole causing this breaking down of inhibitions. They were now fully aware that both the women were there’s to do what they wished. They new it was time to play out the grand finale. John got up and stood at Anita’s back. ‘I think I’m ready again lads’ he blurted. With this he parted her cheeks and thrust his cock into her wet cunt. Anita’s face contorted with pleasure as his prick slid up and down inside her. “Ahhhhh at last a prick.” she sluurred. Then Dave came around to the other end and said. ‘I think I’ll join you,.’ “Here suck this.” With that Anita took his cock into her mouth, which he proceeded to thrust in and out without mercy. Her eyes were open wide and her cheecks buldged as she gagged on Dave’s cock as he fucked her mouth. I was mesmerized watching Anita’s tits jiggle and violently swing back and forth as she was vigorously fucked from behind. Those breasts were awesome, huge white orbs with small brown button like nipples protruding, jerking, swinging and slapping against her body in time to John’s thrusting. Dave gabbed them and said. “Look at the size of these fucking udders. Hey, look I’m milking a cow’. He squeezed a tit in each hand and began pulling first one then the other in time with his fucking motion. The sex was getting very rough and the talk derogatory and the girls were incapable of doing anything to stop the rough handling being doled out by the boys. I heard John say. “The trouble about these older tarts is that they are well worn in, my prick isn’t getting much friction in this hole. I think I’ll try the one next to it.” With this he withdrew his prick. then spitting on his fingers he lubricated her anus before slowly pushing his prick back in. He continued thrusting his cock whilst rubbing Anita’s cunt with his left hand. I could see by Anita’s face that she was not comfortable with this but as Dave was holding her head whilst still relentlessly forcing his prick down her throat, there was not much she could do. He then looked across at Peter and said. “Come on find yourself a hole and fuck, these old tarts are gagging for it.” Peter straddled my wife’s face behind his mate, thrusting his cock into her mouth. Unable to move she had to just submit to his sexual frenzy. The prick slid in and out at a great rate as his hands went down and roughly squeezed her tits. She in turn managed to squeeze her hand between Anita’s thighs to find her own cunt, which she was rubbing vigouresly. I could hear both Joan and Anita gagging on the men’s cocks, it was like they were using the women as some huge sex machine. There before me was a sweating heap of bodies writhing in a sexual frenzy. The sound of grunting, bollocks slapping against thighs and Anita’s massive tits flopping against each other increased until eventually they all orgasmed. The whole scene could not have been choreographed better. Two women and three guys all-convulsing together as cum oozed from between legs and out of mouths. I in turn pumped my cock until is exploded once again. Semen dribbled down my hand and collected in a puddle at my feet. For fifteen seconds the group froze, relishing the moment then gradually they unravelled themselves. The guys flopped back onto the sofa whilst the women lay side by side staring at the ceiling. Gradually Joan came to her senses and was the first to speak. “Well, I really do not know what to say. I’m shattered. You boys had better dress and go, it’s four o’clock.” Quickly the lads dressed and left thanking the women for a very enjoyable evening. Joan had obviously enjoyed the experience as she indicated to them that perhaps a repeat performance would be nice. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing her say, within a period of the last few hours I had witnessed my wife evolve from a demure prim mother of two children into a horny slut. I quickly cleaned up my cum and returned up the stairs whilst Joan was at the front door seeing them out. On returning to bed I lay awake listening as the two women cleared up all traces of the orgy before slipping into a deep sleep.