So after watching my two friends tag team my wife and everyone go there separate ways we had a long, long talk in the car on the way home, that is whe... she told me about her trips to Virginia and how she would let off her sexual frustration with some of her friends down there, I was cool with it at this point, I knew at the time I would not have been able to handle it, but now I was kind of turned on by it!But, she said she wanted to cool off from doing anymore of these, "Pool-Parties" as we. The lady looked to be looking for the toilet. I could believe my eyes when mum had whispered to tony 'im so horny' and reached her hand down to her tits and begun rubbing them. We just said there stunned and that she knew full well she was turning us on but was just being a massive tease. Then all of a sudden she undun her zipper on her jeans and button in which we saw the top of her red underwear. She begain to rub her hand round the waste band putting one finger down it and the bringing it. I didn't drink at all, and that kind of left me out of the merry making. Well ... the alcoholic merry making, anyway.Darby came up to me and draped her arms around my neck. "Why are you stall'owne? Don't you drink at all? C'mon over here." She proceeded to grab my neck tie and pull me over to stand under the mistletoe.Now I'd been under the mistletoe earlier. A couple of the secretaries had cornered me there, and Stella Carruthers had offered me a glass of egg nog under the mistletoe. Even Ms.. I stood there, deflated, angry at myself. How could I be so stupid. And now I was under this bitches control too?She stared me up and down. “Young, tight, nice little ass. Your tits are ok...” she slapped them and I yelped. She took me by my throat again, “You shut your whore mouth, understand? That won’t be the worst thing to happen to you tonight bitch.” She slapped me across the cheek.“I can see why he would find you entertaining.” She stepped back from me, and reached back and unzipped her.