Becoming A Slut Wife - Christina

Our company's Christmas party is next Wednesday. Of course, we will all be like third-graders on the last day of school waiting for the bell to ring so we can leave the company party (they don't serve booze) and go to the after party parties. Stay tuned. Who knows if Karen and I will end up in the same place.

Hubby's office party is just a luncheon at a nice restaurant, employees only.

Of course there are the neighborhood parties (we are hosting one this weekend), but you know I don't fool around at those.

I would imagine that Friday, the 22^nd will be a day of early departures from the office and there are always spots to check out for holiday cheer. I will, of course, let you know immediately if anything happens. So hold off on the next part of my slutty saga - the holidays are just getting into full swing!

To: JPB 12/13/06

If you could see me now! I'm in a sumptuous hotel room in downtown Boston and getting ready for cocktails at 6, dinner at 7, followed by a live band till 11. And this after being driven up here in a limo!

The ride up was a briefing on the client (our host), with my assignment being to be sociable and pleasant, speaking of our company only in the highest terms. I think I can handle that.

Don't look for any new material for my slutty bio - I'll be drinking club soda and being very well behaved. I feel like Charley, the VP who invited me along, is doing this to see how I handle myself. Why? I haven't a clue.

To: JPB 12/14/06

Oh no! No check in from my guy. That must mean work isn't going too well for you.

Well my trip was terrific, but I lied when I said no mischief would take place. The party was very festive. The hosts were very posh - the bar was name brands (even single malt scotches), the meal was prime beef filet and lobster (right up my alley) and they did have a live band. I did stick with the club soda and I did stick pretty close to Charley (the VP) and Dana (his special assistant). A little while after dinner Charley disappeared with some of the guys (big poker players) and Dana disappeared. Most of the rest of us took the party over to the lounge. Left to my own devices I started saying yes to guys who asked me to dance. There was a lot of flirting going on (eyeball flirting, conversation flirting, and groping hands flirting), but I kept my cool and kept my legs together.

Until!

It was almost one o'clock and I had been dancing with some guys who had come into the lounge when the wedding reception they had been attending ended. I was dancing with (and being groped by) a good looking guy named Tony and he kept asking me to go home with him. I looked around the lounge and saw that all of my group was gone, but even so I was leery of taking a chance. To make a long story short the slut in me finally said yes, but only if he could get me back to the hotel early enough so that no one would know I'd been gone. I know I'd told Gary that there wouldn't be anything happening on the trip and I debated calling him to let him know that things had changed, but then I realized he would be in bed asleep. I decided to call him in the morning and that would give him a day to think about it.

When I saw the inside of Tony's apartment I thought I would gag. He lived like a pig. But a pig is an animal and that is just what Tony was in bed. There were no niceties it was just a case of "We know what we are here for so let's get to it." Tony didn't care if I got anything out of the experience as long as he got what he wanted and he wanted a lot. Fortunately for me he had staying power and I got off five times during the four times he fucked me before it was time for me to get back to the hotel.

He got me back to the hotel at ten to six and I went right for the shower. When I came out the phone was ringing and it was Dana telling me that we were all going to meet downstairs for breakfast at seven-thirty. After she hung up I called home and told Gary what I'd been doing all night and then I went downstairs to meet the rest of the group. We had a leisurely breakfast and then the limo took us home.

To: C 12/14/2006

Sorry that I missed a few, but you called it - work has sucked big-time the last three days. Fourteen hours on Tuesday, seventeen hours on Wednesday and twelve today. But it was not unexpected. It gets like this during the holidays every year.

Hooray for you for starting off the next chapter in the Christina saga. AND we still have eighteen days until we get past New Years. My list that I sent to Santa has a Christina/Karen moment right at the top of the list and with eighteen days of holiday parties yet to go it just might happen.

Still waiting to hear from TGBL on chapters 6 & 7 so I can post them.

To: JPB 12/15/06 7:50 AM

Guess who called me? Remember Nick, the roommate from the night at the rib joint? Well, his firm is having a Christmas party on Thursday (12/21) and he called me and invited me. He called me once, after our first encounter, asking to get together, but it didn't happen. But I'm a sucker for Christmas parties (and for what happens after them) so I told Nick I'd think about it and call him back tomorrow. I called Gary and told him about the invite and I know you know what he said. The way I feel right now I'm probably going to say yes.

To: JPB 12/15/06 6:05 PM

I'll have you know I was a very good girl tonight. Driving home I passed a lounge with a marquee outside that said they were having their biggest party of the year tonight and I kept on driving (but not without second thoughts). Besides, I've missed my two guys this week AND we do have to get the house clean and the food ready for tomorrow night (the neighborhood party we are hosting).

I called Nick and told him I would love to go to his party. I guess after the long night we spent together neither of us will be surprised about the post-party party.

To: JPB 12/17/2006

We hosted a VERY interesting party last night. To both Gary's and my surprise after midnight the neighbors seemed to get a lot more neighborly than ever in the past. Maybe I should have cut back on the oyster stew and the fried oysters appetizers. Of course by that time they were all pretty well snockered too. Around 11:30 the people with younger babysitters had to leave and usually the husband and wife take turns about who can stay and who has to go home and relieve the babysitter. When the dust cleared there were nine husbands and six wives still there.

Gary had some killer mixes in the CD player and people were dancing in the family room. I was in the kitchen talking to three other girls and one of the guys came up and herded us downstairs. Even in the meager light of one candle it was obvious there was a lot of kissy-face and groping going on among the dancers - NONE of whom were married to each other! Gary and I looked at each other in amazement. Nothing like that had ever happened before, at least not that we knew about. Maybe we were leaving the parties too soon.

Anyway, a guy dragged me of into the darkness and over the next hour or so I wore off all my lipstick and had been felt up (boobs and butt) by most (if not all) the guys who were there. I even had one whispered invitation to sneak off for something more intense, but I don't like to play in my own sandbox so I politely declined. Around one-thirty people started drifting out and by two Gary and I were alone and wondering just what the hell had happened. As stoked as we were we went to bed and did some major rearranging of the bed sheets before falling asleep.

A couple of the girls called today to thank us for the good time and I asked the ones who had stayed about the make-out part. They said it had happened before, but not on a regular basis and it was all in good fun. Well all right!! Have to stay later when we go to these neighborhood parties. Also, maybe it was because the neighborhood jack-ass and his wife weren't there. They had other obligations so maybe that allowed the girls to relax more than usual. Whatever the reason, it was strange and it just about knocked the socks off hubby and me.

This is turning into some month. What's next? Oh yeah... the company Christmas party and Nick's X-mas party. Stay tuned.

To: C 12/18/2006

KM 13 is half typed into the box and 14 is half written. Still haven't heard from TGBL and under the circumstances (hubby in the hospital) I'm not going to push her to review her story and get it back to me.

Take care and think of me begging Santa to put you in my stocking this year. After all, I have been a very, very good boy.

To: JPB 12/18/2006

I thought I'd pass along that hubby enjoyed the same tactile pleasures as the rest of the guys at the party (and he was sober enough to remember). He told me that there were some incredible racks and butts on our female neighbors, but swore (wisely) that mine were absolutely and unquestionably THE BEST! Which is why I saw to it that he had such a nice weekend!

To: C 12/20/2006