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Lynn and I have always thrown a company Christmas party, even though we are the only two people that work at the company. We share a small group of friends, and we just hang out, get stoned, and play some iteration of Cards Against Humanity. It’s a lot of laughs, but each year it gets a bit raunchier.Lynn is not only my business partner, but she is also my best friend and sometimes my accessory to mischief. She had recently started dating a new guy – Marcus – who she was over the moon with, so of course, he was invited this year. The other invitees were a couple of single ladies, Natasha and Connie, whom Lynn had met at the gym a few years ago, and we’ve all become great friends.This year, Lynn and I went shopping for the company Christmas gifts a few days ahead of the party. Crazy Christmas pajamas for everyone except her, of course. Lynn had to wear a naughty little Christmas skirt, a crop top and thigh-high red boots – all of which showed off her best assets. Marcus was beyond thrilled. For the gifts, the ladies got Christmas-themed dildos. The guys got reindeer-nosed banana hammocks that could shine a light during the foggiest of Christmas eves.Marcus fit right in when he dressed up as dirty Santa and handed out his şişli escort own sack of presents. I got a vintage Playboy and Penthouse magazine from the ’70s. The ladies were gifted penis straws to suck on their glasses of wine all evening long.Long past midnight, the party began winding down. Lynn and Marcus went to bed and offered up her children’s rooms to anyone who wanted to stay over that night. Her children were staying with her ex-husband so it was the responsible act of any host.Connie opted for a cab home and Natasha headed upstairs to bed. I waited with Connie until the cab arrived and I saw her off and shut down the house from there.I was in no shape to drive anywhere by that time, and I figured I’d just stay over rather than return the next morning to pick up my car.As I made my way upstairs, I could already hear Lynn and Marcus getting into it. Lynn is not at all quiet when she is in bed, I know well from previous experiences. The door to her bedroom was slightly ajar making the act more obvious.I stumbled into the first room in the dark only to find that Natasha had already claimed that room for herself. Apologizing, I went to the next room, which was next to Lynn’s, took off my clothes, mecidiyeköy escort and climbed into the child’s bed.Lynn’s plight was escalating by this point, moaning her way to her first orgasm. I knew she wasn’t done. It was impossible to fall asleep. My cock was aching and hard in envy. I stroked it a few times trying to relieve tension, but of course, that only has the opposite effect.I reached for my phone. I scripted a text to Natasha in the room next door.Natasha and I had always been just friends. Her first husband was a real piece of work, so I’d never really been all that flirty with her and she’d never really shown a sexual interest in me. Lynn constantly reminded me that I was married, which was true. My wife lived in another region of the country, but that hardly stopped me from fanaticizing possibilities. Secretly, I’ve always had a thing for Natasha, so on that night, I figured I’d test the water, or rather “text the water.” After a few attempts, the text I decided on was, “Should we?” Send.There was no immediate reply. Perhaps, I was too cryptic. So, I carried on stroking my cock. By this time, Marcus was clearly fucking Lynn, and hard. Between her moans and his groans, the two of them were clearly oblivious and disrespecting the right to sleep of any of their house guests.However, several minutes later, my phone binged, indicating an incoming text.“Should we what?” was Natasha’s response.It was a fair reply to a married man. Clearly, I would have to be more direct in my indiscretion. I thought about it for a few more minutes.“Sleep together,” I volleyed back to Natasha.My cock was tearing at the seams imagining possibilities. Meanwhile, Lynn was next door screaming her appreciation of the slamming she was receiving from Marcus.Bing!“If you want,” was the simple, non-descript reply from Natasha.Boom.My mind was blown.The ball was back in my court.Thinking, talking and texting about indiscretion was one thing, doing something was another. I wasn’t that drunk.I lay there another few minutes, weighing as much as a partial inebriated person might, the pros and cons and such.Decidedly, I got out of bed, completely naked, and made my way a short distance to the room next to mine and down the hall from Lynn’s. The old door creaked open, and I walked into the darkness of Natasha’s room.I stumbled to the edge of the bed and lifted the covers.I sensed Natasha moving over to make room, but she didn’t say anything.My nakedness shocked her at first. She was still wearing the Christmas jammies she had on from the party.“I can’t sleep,” I whispered to her stating the obvious as I climbed into the bed.