The Party (R)

The Misina Refurbishing Supply Company provides hard-to-find fixtures, hardware, and accessories and is one of the leading manufacturers and distributors of hardware and plumbing fixtures for homeowners, developers, and contractors. Traditional craftsmanship combined with state-of-the-art technologies produce brass, metal, copper, ceramic and wood fixtures including faucets, lighting, cabinets and drawer pulls, switch plates, wall plates, bathtubs, shower enclosures, sinks, lighting, area rugs and runners, ceiling medallions, moldings, and other home accessories.

Under the leadership of Roger Misnia and his wife Claudia who took over operations following the death of Roger's Uncle Frank, the company employs 128 workers turning out locally made quality products. Russ Thomas had been managing the company's Call Center Department for nearly five years. Roger Misnia's philosophy was that outstanding customer service was paramount for success and the call center was expanded from three employees to ten and Russ was hired to take over the division's management.

The company's call center handled all questions, problems, and tracking of products shipped from the factory. The team's responsibility was to resolve issues in a timely manner and solve complaints with kind patience, personal discipline and naturally good spirits. Russ expected his team to answer the phone in a polite tone and use the computer program to quickly navigate between screens to get the information needed to respond adequately and informatively to the caller. The team talked to thousands of customers a year, some impatient, some rude, some angry, and some unsatisfied but it was the team's job to help their customers no matter the behavior or situation involved. Russ oversaw the division, handled tough cases, and assisted the Office Supervisor in monitoring the statistical data and tracking satisfaction.

Russ stepped into the office and was greeted by Sarah the receptionist with her usual bright smile and good cheer. They exchanged hellos and Russ continued past the reception desk into the open "bay" area of the company's call center anchored by a large oval circle counter with enough stations to accommodate ten operators. The Supervisor's desk was situated inside the circle so she could monitor the daily activities.

Russ nodded his hellos to the workers already at their stations as he passed by, noticing how cheerful the office looked with the Christmas decorations. He stepped into his office at the far end of the open area. There was also a small conference room and kitchenette at that end, as well as the bathrooms.

Russ had barely sat down behind his desk when Margie O'Brien, the Call Center Supervisor, stepped into his office.

"Mornin' Boss," she said with her usual smile. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Margie,' he said warmly. "Everything okay out there?"

"Oh sure," she said. "It's Friday!"

He nodded in understanding as he booted up his three computers on his desk and glanced at the phone to see how many messages were waiting for him.

"So, you do know that tonight is our Christmas party, right?" Margie asked with raised eyebrows as she took a seat in the chair set in front of his desk.

"Oh, is it?" He asked, distracted by what he was doing.

"You promised the team you'd come this year," Margie reminded him.

"I did?" He asked, glancing up at her.

"Don't play dumb with me, Russ!" She groaned. "I know you don't like mixing business with pleasure which is why you skip all the social activities but The Team really wants you to come this year."

He sighed and rubbed his chin. "I really hate this stuff, Margie."

"I know you do," she said with understanding. "But it would mean a lot to the group. It's been a tough year with Pete retiring and Joe dying."

"Yes, I'm the last man standing," Russ noted, making reference to the remaining all-woman Staff.

"Plus Helen had her cancer scare and Sally lost her husband," Margie sighed. "It's been a weird year. We need this party and we want you to come."

"Do I really have to?" Russ moaned.

"Look, I've been working here for twenty years," she reminded him. "I started back in the miserable years under Frank Misnia's penny pinching anti-customer service tenure. It was just me, Joe and Helen back then," she sighed. "You're the third manager I've had and you've been perfect under the new regime. You're personable, you're sensitive, you're collaborative, you know your employees, you're consistent, you're fair, and you're great to work for."

"You're being nice," he said.

"But you're strangely detached when it comes to interacting with people outside of normal working hours," Margie complained. "You really need to let loose a little and let the team see you outside of here."

"I suppose," he grumbled. "I'm just not the most socially adept kind of guy."

"Look, I know it's weird for you after your divorce and all that," Margie let him know. "I'm divorced too so I know what it's like."

Margie was in early forties with curly red hair, a pale complexion, and a still firm figure. She was always well dressed in the workplace and she was a professional supervisor who kept the call center running smoothly and efficiently. Russ thought of her as His Girl Friday because they worked so well together, anticipating each other's needs and intuitions when it came to running the office.

"I guess we learn to survive," Russ admitted.

"The party will be good for you," Margie insisted.

"Oh, doubt that," he sighed. "But don't worry, I'll be there this time."

"Good," she said, standing. "My house, anytime after five thirty. I hired a caterer and we're going to have a good time. Bring a present under fifteen dollars for the Yankee Swap."

"Okay," he said before returning his attention to the computers in front of him.

Margie smiled as she watched him diligently get to work. He was handsome in his mid forties, black hair with a black mustache, with just a hint of gray on the sideburns. He was surprisingly thin and the best boss she had ever worked for.

She left the office feeling excited that Russ was actually going to show up at an outside event for a change.



It wasn't unusual for Russ to be the last one out of the office, especially following his divorce. The Team worked 9-5 and Russ didn't blame the workers for wanting to get out of there as soon as possible after a long day of fielding endless phone calls. Sometimes Margie hung around to wrap up odds and ends and discuss issues with the manager but she needed to get home to prepare for that evening's party so it was Russ who locked the office up as the rest of the staff were eager to get to the party too.

It was a good team – Helen Slattery, 63, had been with the company for nearly forty years and she was by far the most experienced call taker. Sally Jenks, 58, had come from a high end company and she was used to the volume. Joan Richards, 47, was a socially talkative woman with a Mother Hen personality. Sandy Heller, 38, was a non-nonsense professional who took her job almost too seriously. Carol Reynolds, 36, was a quiet almost shy woman who kept to herself. Elissa Lenski, 34, was a social butterfly who liked to spread gossip. Robin Landers, 33, was a cheerful woman who liked her job. Abby Bozeman, 27, had just joined the staff earlier in the year to replace the retiring Pete Johnson. And Sarah Christie, 28, was the personable, bubbly and friendly receptionist.

Russ had the team's work files practically memorized and he knew each of their personalities, quirks, attitudes, and interactive skills better than anybody else. He knew who to ride and he knew who to handle with kid gloves. And although he knew most of their personal stories – who was divorced, who was having marital problems, who drank too much, who was estranged from their children – he avoided getting personally attached to his employees to avoid awkward workplace situations. That's why he dreaded parties and other events that required his presence outside the work place. He adhered to his secret personal policy even more following his death, not wanting his loneliness to lead to an office fling.

Russ stopped at a liquor store and purchased an expensive brand of Champagne and a box of chocolates for his Yankee Swap gift and then headed to Margie's house with reluctance. He had been there once before (for Pete Johnson's retirement gathering) and he had little trouble finding it again, especially with all the outside lights and decorations. It was a handsome middle class home in a nice neighborhood, one of Margie's acquisitions from her divorce.

The party was already in full bloom when Margie opened the door to see her boss standing in the doorway. She was wearing skin tight designer jeans and a holiday themed white Sweater with holly designs on it.

"Russ!" Margie laughed happily. "You actually came!"

"Didn't your order me too?" He asked.

"Yes, I did!" She acknowledged with a wide grin. "Please, come in."

There was Christmas music playing in the background. Christmas Decorations adorned the interior of the house and the team was spread around the living room having a good time. The dining room table in the adjacent room was covered with an impressive spread of Swedish meatballs, pasta, chicken wings, pigs-in-a-blanket, fruit salad, a vegetable platter, and a large bowl of spiked punch, as well as several wine bottles.

The Team was genuinely thrilled to have Russ among them and he was greeted with happy smiles and gracious comments. He tried to relax and fit in but he wished he could bolt for the door and be done with the awkwardness. Most of the Team was feeling no pain having already partaken in the punch and wine. Some had changed after work, dressed casually in jeans and Christmas-themed sweaters, others remained dressed in their more attractive work clothes of dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, and formal sweaters. Some had kicked their shoes off and were relaxing in the various chairs and couches, most with drinks or plates of food in their hands.

Russ immediately became the center of attention, the only man in a room full of ten women as well as the Big Cheese Boss who held all the power of influence and position. The women were happy to chat with him, whether it was small talk, office politics, work related inquires, political banter, or personal antidotes. He was personable and polite in return, amused to see his team so laid back and open in their attitudes and remarks.

They drew numbers for the Yankee Swap and Russ quickly realized that most of the presents were gag or humor gifts – a vibrator, sexy underwear, a inflatable male doll complete with penis, and a vulgar shower curtain, along with more acceptable gifts – coffee, candy, wine, candles, wind chimes, and imported beer samples. The Swap allowed for individuals to take other gifts they liked better and in the end, the older women ended up with the more reasonable gifts while the younger ladies gladly went with the vibrator, shower curtain, and underwear. Robin was happy to take the inflatable doll because "I'm presently between relationships" which got a good laugh. Russ ended up with some candy and a gift certificate and he was fine with that.

Russ assumed the party was about to wind down but Margie announced that they were going to play "The Game" as she handed out paper and pens.

"Now, we're going to break into teams of twos…..except there's eleven of us, so one team will have three," The hostess said. "Russ, why don't you team up with me and Sarah? Sally, you can be with Helen. Joan and Sandy, Carol and Elissa, and Robin and Abby, okay?"

Everybody nodded or agreed with a verbal 'yes' or 'okay'.

"Alright," Margie continued. "Follow my instructions. Draw six lines across the page." She waited for a moment while the five teams obeyed. "Now, draw six lines down the page. Make the first one about three inches from the left end and the rest can be a couple of inches apart." She waited a moment. "All set? Now, across the top write the following letters atop each block. M…S…..H…..J…..C…..A"

The various individuals laughed and talked among themselves as they followed the instructions.

"Okay, now in the left hand block, write the following categories down the left hand side of the page," Margie told them. "#1. Sexually altered Television Show Titles. For Example, Hogan's Homos instead of Hogan's Heroes!"

Everybody laughed and Margie continued. "#2 Male Celebrity you'd most want to sleep with – sorry, Russ, you might want to skip that one! #3 Female Celebrity You'd Most Want to look like Naked!. #4. Things to do naked. #5. Things you say during sex."

There were giggles and laughter among the group and Russ found himself blushing.

"Maybe I should go," he told Margie.

"Oh no!" She laughed. "You're staying for this!"

"Is this some sort of set-up?" Russ frowned but the others laughed at him.

"Now, each team take two or three minutes to fill in the categories," Margie explained. "You know, altered TV show titles that starts with M and so on. If your answer matches another team, you don't get any points. If your answer stands alone and is worthy, you get a point. Most points win. Be original. Be creative. Be fun!"

There was a buzz throughout the room as the teams worked on their answers. There was laughter, cat calls, bantering and a general atmosphere of humor and good cheer. Russ felt slightly awkward talking nudity and sex with Margie and Sarah, but the two co-workers were having too much of a good time to worry about it.

"All set?" Margie asked when a significant amount of time went by.

Each team gave their answers to each category and letter and the room was full of more laughter, screams, yells, cat calls, boos, and cheers with each response.

Sexually Altered Television Show Titles.

Margie, Sarah and Russ

M Modern Family Sex

S Sonny and Cher Get Laid

H Hardballs

J Jerry Springer Jerks Off

C Criminal Sexual Minds

A According to Jim You're Lousy in Bed!

Sally and Helen.

M M*A*S*H* Me

S Sonny Does Cher

H Hogan's Homos

J Jake Does The Fatman

C Cosby Gets Laid

A Adam-12….no, 69!

Joan and Sandy

M Mayberry R.F.D (Romance Me, Fuck Me, Divorce Me)

S Sex in The City with Me

H Hope and Faith Get Laid

J Judging Amy In Bed

C Cagney Does Lacy

A Alf Me!

Carol and Elissa

M My Favorite Sex Martian

S Sex in the City Every Day

H Hey Arnold! Fuck Me!

J Just Shoot Me For Sleeping With You

C Charlie's Naked Angels

A America's Got Sexual Talent

Robin and Abby

M My So Called Sex Life

S Sex in the City Without Me

H Hannah Montana Gets Fucked

J Joanie Fucks Chachi

C Charmed and Fucked

A Arrested Sexual Development

Male Celebrity you'd most want to sleep with

Margie, Sarah and Russ

M Matt Damon

S Steven Colbert

H Hugh Grant

J John Lennon

C Charlie Sheen

A Albert Brooks

Sally and Helen.

M Martin Sheen

S Sonny Bono

H Harry Hamlin

J Johnny Carson

C Chuck Norris

A Allen Ludden

Joan and Sandy

M Matthew McConaughey

S Sean Penn

H Hugh Laurie

J Josh Hartnett

C Charlie Sheen

A Antonio Bandaras

Carol and Elissa

M Matthew McConaughey

S Shia LaBeouf

H Harry Hamelin

J Jake Gyllenhaah

C Chris O'Donnell

A Ashton Kutcher

Robin and Abby

M Matthew McConaughey

S Shia LaBeouf

H Hugh Grant

J Joe Jonas

C Cole Sprouse

A Anston Kutcher

Female Celebrity You Wish You Looked Like Naked.

Margie, Sarah and Russ

M – Madonna

S Scarlett Johansonn

H Helen Hunt

J Jennifer Anison

C Cameron Diaz

A Anne Hathaway

Sally and Helen.

M Mary Tyler Moore

S Susan Hayworth

H Helen Mirran

J Jill St. John

C Carol Channing

A Annette Bening

Joan and Sandy

M Mariah Carey

S Sandra Bullock

H Halle Berry

J Julia Roberts

C Cindy Crawford

A Alyssa Milano

Carol and Elissa

M Megan Fox

S Selena Gomez

H Hayden Panettiere

J Jennifer Lopez

C Cate Blanchett

A Ashley Judd

Robin and Abby

M Myley Cyrus

S Selena Gomez

H Hilary Duff

J Jennifer Gardner

C Cameron Diaz

A Ashley Tisdale

Things to do naked.

Margie, Sarah and Russ

M - Monkeybars

S Sunbathe

H Hulahoop

J Jet ski

C Christmas Caroling

A A bubble bath

Sally and Helen.

M Model

S Sunbathe

H Hopscotch

J Jog

C Canning

A A orgy

Joan and Sandy

M Mopeding

S Sex

H Handholding

J Juggling

C Courting

A A date

Carol and Elissa

M Modeling

S Sex

H Handjob

J Jacking off

C Caressing

A Airplane sex

Robin and Abby

M Messing around

S Sucking dick

H Hot tub

J Jerking off

C Cunt licking

A Anything you want!

Things you say during sex.

Margie, Sarah and Russ

M "May I help you?"

S "So, maybe I'll call you next weekend….maybe."

H "Holy Mother of God!"

J "Jesus Christ, don't stop!"

C "Can you do that again?"

A "Are you done yet?"

Sally and Helen.

M "My mother told me about men like you."

S "So, is that it?"


J "Jim, I don't' think that's how you do it."

C "Can I see you again?"

A "Alright, alright, I was only kidding about your size."

Joan and Sandy

M "Mother of God, do it again!"

S "Sorry, I forgot your name!"

H "Hell no, I won't roll over!"

J "Jesus Christ…..Jesus Christ…..JESUS CHRIST!"

C "Can I have your phone number?"

A "All I'm saying is it could have been better!"

Carol and Elissa

M "Mama Mia!"

S "So, am I going to see you again?"

H "Holy Shit!"

J "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!"

C "Can't you see that I'm not done yet?"

A "Ahhhh…ahhhh…AHHHHHHHH!"

Robin and Abby

M "My ass is not for that."

S "Sex!? Let's!"

H "Hell yes, I swallow!"

J "Just leave the money on the table."

C "Cumming! Cumming! CUMMING!"

A "Asshole."

The ladies were nearly rolling on the floor with most of the answers. Sometimes they would boo a response or debate one if they didn't think it was that good. Sometimes they would challenge another team with "How could you possibly know that!?" or "Is that from experience!?" but it was all in good fun and Russ was stunned to see this side of his staff letting loose and having a good time.

Carol Reynolds, the normally quiet and shy woman, was as animated as Russ had ever seen her, laughing and busting the balls of her coworkers. Helen and Sally definitely weren't acting their age, Joan and Sandy were funnier than hell, and the younger girls had no problem being sexually outspoken, vocal, and honest with their attitude. At one point, Abby Bozeman was defiantly shaking her ass in Elissa Lenski's face when they were debating answers.

When all the judging was done, Margie, Sarah and Russ scratched out a one point victory over Sally and Helen, 25-24. Joan and Sandy finished with 21, Robin and Abby finished with 20, and Carol and Elissa were moaning and complaining when they ended up with only 17 points.

The group continued to laugh and goof around and Russ realized that he hadn't had such a good time in ages. It helped that Margie kept refilling his glass of spiked punch all through the game but for the first time since he started working at the company, he felt like he was one of his staff instead of a detached outside overseer.

"I bet you weren't expecting that game, were you?" Margie laughed.

"Never in a million years," Russ admitted.

"Did you have fun?" Margie asked hopefully.

"I did!" Russ grinned.

Helen and Sally were the first to leave. Helen joked that it was past her bedtime and Sally was flying out in the morning to spend Christmas with her son and daughter in law in South Carolina. Joan said she was supposed to be stopping in at another party and Sandy said she needed to go home to let the dog out. Elissa had clearly drunk to much and she was becoming an annoying nuisance, so Carol volunteered to drive her home. Abby went along to assist and when the departing guests finished saying their goodbyes and thank yous and offering one last joke or banter, the only ones left were Sarah and Robin, the two most cheerful people on the Staff.

The two remaining women volunteered to help Margie clean up. Russ had already begun the task on his own.

"Didn't you say one thing to do naked was a hot tub, Robin?" Margie teased as they cleaned up some of the mess.

"Yeah, that answer was mine!" Robin laughed.

"I have one, you know," Margie smiled.

"A hot tub!?" Robin asked with disbelief. "No way!"

Margie stepped to the sliding glass door in the dining room and gestured to the deck outside. "Do you want me to turn it on for you?"

"Oh, wow!" Robin sounded delighted. She turned to Sarah. "You wanna?"

"You mean, naked?" Sarah asked with surprise.

"I'm just drunk enough to do it!" Robin laughed.

"Well, that perverted game certainly got me loosened up!" Sarah admitted.

"Not to mention the punch," Margie noted as she opened the door and went out onto the deck, taking the cover off the tub and turning it on.

Robin and Sarah stood in the dining room whispering and talking, giggling and laughing, obviously trying to dare the other to go ahead and do it while building up their confidence and courage. Margie joined Russ in the kitchen.

"You don't think they'd really do it, do you?" He worried.

Margie laughed. "Don't you want them to!?" she teased.

"I never knew you were such a partier," Russ said with surprise.

"I'm not, really," Margie admitted. "But it's Christmas I wanted to have a good time for a change."

"I haven't been to a party like this….ever!" Russ laughed.

"Thanks for coming, Russ," Margie said, rubbing his arm with her hand. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time. I'm glad you're here."

"You really don't mind if we use the hot tub?" Robin called from the dining room.

"Not at all," Margie assured her, glancing at her through the large opened doorway between the two rooms. "I can get you some towels when you're done."

Robin and Sarah huddled one last time to make a final decision. Russ tried to pretend he wasn't paying attention to the unfolding situation but he was secretly excited about the idea of the two younger women stripping out of their clothes and running naked to the tub.

"Can anybody see us out there?" Robin wanted to know.

"It's all fenced in," Margie assured her. "Totally private, even with the light on."

Margie walked over to the wall and turned on the switch, illuminating the deck out the large kitchen window. "Just run out there and hop in," she said. "The water's really hot."

"Don't tell anybody we did this!" Robin said as she started removing her clothes.

Sarah was giggling as she also started disrobing. Sarah was about twenty pounds overweight for her height and age with brown hair to her shoulders but she had a lovely face and beautiful eyes. Robin was short and thin and Russ tried not to look as she now stood naked with her back to him waiting for Sarah to get out of her clothes. He kept glancing at Robin's tush with appreciation.

"Okay!" Sarah announced turning to face Margie totally naked with a wad of brown hair between her legs and large breasts that flopped down toward her puffy stomach. "Here we are!"

"What do you think, Russ?" Robin asked, glancing over her shoulder at her boss.

He pretended to be preoccupied with the dishes in the sink. "Get going before you catch a draft," he said.

Both girls giggled and ran out the door. Margie stepped back to Russ at the sink and they both looked out the window and watched as the bathers climbed into the hot tub.

"I really didn't think they'd do it!" Margie laughed. "Ah, to be young again!"

"You'd better get them some towels," Russ suggested.

"Oh, they're going to be in that thing for a while," Margie predicted with a smile.

"What am I supposed to say to them on Monday?" Russ wondered.

"Don't worry, they'll pretend this never happened," Margie laughed.

"Were we ever that young and spontaneous?" Russ asked.

"I went skinny dipping with a bunch of friends in high school," Margie recalled.

"We streaked the dining commons in college," Russ laughed.

"Why Russ!" Margie teased. "I'm shocked!"

"My ex wasn't into this sort of stuff though," he sighed. "She didn't like spontaneity. Everything had to be planned, organized, thought out, routine."

"My husband refused to use the hot tub naked," Margie revealed. "I almost wanted to say 'what's the point of having it then?' My two teenage sons got naked in it all the time, usually with whatever girl they brought home. I haven't been in it in years." She sounded sad as she watched Robin and Sarah enjoying the tub through the window.

"How are your sons doing?" Russ asked to make conversation as he washed the dishes and she dried and put them away.

"All grown up," she sighed. "I'll see them for Christmas, of course, but the house feels so empty with them gone." She glanced at him. "What are your plans for Christmas?"

"My sister has a gathering," he said.

She nodded with understanding. "Still feels kind of lonely though, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," he admitted, glancing at her and seeing how beautiful she really was. "What was your husband's problem?"

"He met someone younger," Margie revealed. "I wonder if they have a hot tub," she mumbled. Then she pulled herself together. "And you?"

"She just didn't want to be married anymore," he said, still not quite believing it. "I came down for breakfast one morning and she made the announcement. All planned out. All organized. All thought out on her part."

"I'm sorry," Margie said, rubbing his shoulder.

"I never saw it coming," he admitted.

"Me either," Margie sighed. "He'd been having an affair for nearly two years. The boys knew before I did."

He turned and looked at her. "The guy was crazy to leave you."

"We built this house together and he didn't want anything to do with it at the end," she sighed. "Now here I am, all alone."

"I live in a studio apartment in Riverside," Russ revealed. "Still waiting for her to buy me out."

"He gave me everything," Margie laughed sarcastically. "I'm still not sure if I really want it."

"It's a nice house."

"It's a lonely house," she clarified. "Maybe I should find a studio apartment too."

"Not if you're claustrophobic!" Russ warned.

She smiled sadly as he finished with the last of the dishes. The dining room table was all picked up and they stacked the caterer's supplies on the corner of the patio as Robin and Sarah giggled from the hot tub.

"Isn't it great!?" Margie asked.

"You guys should join us!" Robin laughed.

"We'll let you two enjoy yourselves," Russ deadpanned as he started for the door to go back inside.

"See ya, Boss!" Robin laughed, standing up and waving to him, revealing her full frontal nudity as she held a glass of the spiked punch in her other hand.

"She's never going to forgive herself when she sobers up," Russ told Margie.

"She trusts, admires, and respects you," Margie assured him as they took seats at the dining room table. "It's going to be fine."

"What am I, the father figure?" Russ groaned.

"To the younger ones, sure," Margie laughed.

"Oh brother," he sighed.

"You're a great manager, Russ," Margie told him. "Everybody loves working for you. They were so happy you came tonight."

"Are you happy?" Russ wondered.

He saw her eyes tear up. "Are you?"

"I'm happy I came tonight," he told her.

"Because two of your employees are naked in my hot tub?" She teased.

"No," he said, reaching his hand out across the table and patting hers where it rested on the table top. "Because you cared enough to ask me."

"I thought you'd be the first to leave," she admitted.

"I usually am," he confessed. "But tonight…"

She put her hand on top of his. "I'm glad you stayed."

"Me too," he smiled.

There was an awkward silence and then Margie stood. "I'd better get them some towels," she said, disappearing from the room.

Russ sat in the chair feeling strangely at peace and comforted. He had been so miserable since his marriage ended that he rarely did anything besides lose himself in the job. He hated his tiny little studio apartment but he also hated being middle aged and single, not interested in playing the dating game or hanging out in bars with other lonely people.

Tonight gave him a peek at a part of life he had forgotten. People comfortable with themselves and happy to have a good time, willing to reveal parts of themselves playing Margie's perverted game. And now two young ladies were perfectly happy and content being naked in the hot tub outside the door. Maybe he needed to start paying attention to life again. He glanced at their clothes piled on two of the chairs and he couldn't help but laugh.

Margie returned with two long towels and she went to the sliding glass door. "Okay, girls, before you turn into prunes."

Russ heard giggling and laughing as the two girls scooted out of the hot tub and tip toed naked to the door where Margie handed them the towels. They wrapped themselves in them and took a few moments to dry themselves off before stepping into the dining room. Russ realized he should have left but now he didn't know what to do as he sat in the chair.

Robin didn't seem to care as she dropped her towel and began dressing in front of him. Sarah turned her back to him and let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her large size rump as she too dressed. Once again, Russ tried to pretend he didn't notice what was taking place in front of him.

"Can you guys drive?" Margie wanted to know.

"I really didn't drink much at all," Sarah said. "I can take Robin home."

"You sure?" Margie asked seriously.

"Yeah," Sarah replied confidently. "It's been a couple of hours since I had the punch. And I only had two small sized glasses."

"Okay," Margie said, giving the girls a hug once they were dressed. "Merry Christmas!"

"Thanks for a great party!" Robin laughed. "See you, Boss," she giggled, still clearly drunk.

"I had fun," Sarah said. "Although I can't believe any of this!" She laughed.

Margie walked the girls to the door and watched as Sarah led Robin to the car. When they disappeared into the night, she returned to the dining room. Russ had taken the towels and spread them on the back of two chairs.

"Maybe I should get going too," He said tentatively when he saw Margie standing in the doorway.

"I thought maybe you'd like to use the hot tub," Margie said with a sly smile.

He stared at her and said nothing as she pulled her sweater off over her head. She was wearing a sports bra underneath and she pulled that off as her nipples grew erect but she didn't care knowing Russ surely noticed.
"We've known each other for what, five years now?" Margie asked as she stood topless in the doorway.

"About," Russ responded with a nervous twinge in his voice.

"I've always found you attractive," she let him know.

He nodded, watching her nipples grow even harder.

"I never had the courage before and I can't believe I'm doing this now," she said, sounding embarrassed. "Showing you my breasts. I've wanted to for a long time."

"You've made me a happy man," Russ said, admiring her beauty from across the room.

"Are you as lonely as I am?" She asked.

"Probably," he admitted.

"It's Christmas," she sighed. "We shouldn't be lonely at Christmas."

"We shouldn't," he agreed.

"I never cheated on my husband," Margie revealed. "Until now."

"You can't cheat on the asshole, Margie," Russ reminded her. "He divorced you."

"I know," she said. "I just wanted you to know that there's been nobody else since."

"What about you?"

"Not really," he admitted.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I hope this doesn't make things work and stuff."

"We're both professionals," he said, starting at her breasts. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky.

She stepped across the room and approached him, giving him a tender kiss. He pulled back at first but then he let her continue the kiss, her lips parting slightly to allow the tips of theirs tongues to touch. Russ's hands found their way to Margie's breasts and he began to squeeze them, causing her pulse to race with pleasure.

"It's been so long," she moaned with passion.

Russ broke the kiss, his head bobbing down to take her nipple into his mouth.
"I know," he whispered as he explored her breasts with his mouth and hands.

Margie arched her back, giving him full access. "What about the hot tub?" She moaned after a few minutes.

He stopped what he was doing and he looked at her. His hands moved down from her chest, across her tucked stomach, to the snap of her jeans which he released. He put both hands on the waist of the pants and tugged them down her hips, letting her panties go with them.

Margie gladly stepped out of them and stood naked in front of him. He saw her neatly trimmed thin red pubic hair and he felt himself go instantly hard. She helped get undressed and then led him out the glass sliding door to the hot tub. She climbed in first and he watched her sweet ass as she went up the two steps and then slipped into the swirling hot tub that had steam coming out of it.

Russ boosted himself up on the side of the tub and he was looming over her, his erect cock standing straight out. He sat on the edge of the hot tub and Margie moved toward him until her breasts were between his legs and he slid his cock between her tits. She held them and she let him continue to rub himself between them.

Russ reached down and touched her nipple and Margie's heart was racing when she pushed his hands away from her breasts, put her hands on his knees, pushed his legs apart and then moved forward and guided her mouth onto his cock, sliding her lips up and down his shaft which she also stroked with her hand until he groaned and shot himself all over her naked breasts.

Russ slid into the water and he gave her breasts another squeeze. Margie leaned back, her eyes closed as she felt him lightly kissing her breasts. Her nipples stiffened again and his hands found their way down her back to her ass. He lifted her out of the water by her ass cheeks and he set her on the plastic lip of the tub. Margie spread her legs and she let him lower his head between them. She leaned back with a groan, propping herself up with her elbows while letting him explore her with his tongue until she exploded.

Margie fell flat on her back with her ass on the edge of the tub and her legs floating weakly in the water as she panted hard. She felt his finger exploring her pussy and she looked at him as he stood between her legs. Russ grabbed her arms and pulled her into a standing position in the tub, kissing her before gently backing her into the side of the hot tub. She felt his cock slide into her and his hips began to gyrate as he thrust into her. She pushed back against his cock with each thrust as he gripped her ass and pulled her toward him with each motion.

Margie felt him buck as his second load shot deep inside her. He thrust a few more times and then he leaned heavily against her, his fingers working her nipples until his cock slipped out and they both collapsed into the water, exhausted.

"Your husband never wanted to do that?" Russ asked with a grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.

"No," she sobbed. "He stopped having sex with me long ago."

"Crazy bastard," Russ whispered into his ear.

"Oh Russ," Margie cried.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered as he kissed her neck and ears.

"Did you ever fantasize about doing this with me?" She asked

He squatted down on his haunches and had Margie sit on his lap. "Sometimes, I stand in the window of my office and watch you work," he revealed. "You're like a field general out there in the bay, moving from station to station giving assistance and advice. And when you bend over and I see the shape of your breasts or the shape of your hips I feel myself getting excited."

"Oh Russ," she sighed.

"But I must confess I never thought about you in a hot tub," he admitted. "I didn't know you had one."

She giggled. "Aren't you glad you know now?"

"Yes," he smiled.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked hopefully.

"Of course," he said happily.
"Well, I would say this was pretty spontaneous, wouldn't you?" she asked.

"The most spontaneous thing I've ever done," he answered.

"Streaking the dining hall wasn't spontaneous?" She teased.

"Well, since then," he corrected.

They stayed like that in the hot tub for the longest time until Margie finally moved off of his lap. "Like I told the girls, we should get out before we turn to prunes," she said as she stood in the tub, her breasts shining in the light from the house.

"I could stay in here all night," he smiled.

"Me too," she giggled. "But there will be other nights, right?"

"Definitely," he promised.

She moved to the edge and boosted herself out of the tub. Russ followed and they pranced naked into the house like two carefree teenagers. They used the towels left by Robin and Sarah to dry themselves off.

"I never thought I'd have sex again," Margie confessed to him honestly.

"A beautiful, attractive, interesting, intelligent, enjoyable, personable, delightful woman like you?" Russ asked with surprise.

"I'm forty-four years old, Russ," she sighed.

"You're still younger than me," he joked. "Besides, you look thirty-four."

She smiled, flattered by the compliment. "It's not easy to find suitable, compatible, interested people at our age," she sighed.

"I'd say we just found each other, wouldn't you?"

She finished drying herself off and tossed her towel down the laundry chute in the kitchen. She motioned for him to do the same with his which he did and then he followed her naked through the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom which was spaciously and handsomely furnished.

She slipped under the covers of the bed and after he relieved himself in the adjoining bathroom he joined her under the warm quilt. She nestled against him with her head resting on his shoulder, turned on her side. His arms cuddled around her and when she wrapped her leg around his, he moved one arm down until it cupped her rear end while he held her hand with the other.

"It's been a long time for this too," she said warmly.

"Snuggling, you mean?" He smiled.

"Yeah," she said happily.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

"I will," she replied softly. "Promise you won't leave in the middle of the night."

"I would never be that cruel or insensitive," he vowed.

She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Russ."

"Good night, Margie."

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Margie was relieved when she opened her eyes the next morning and found her bed mate still lying next to her but then panic set in. What if he woke up and freaked out? What if he claimed he had no memory of the night before? What if all of this had been a mistake?

"Oh My God, what have I done?" Margie groaned as she threw the covers back and sat up on the side of the bed.

Then she remembered that she was naked and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to see her like this on the morning after. He'd be sober and perhaps hung over and maybe the sight of her in the nude would be a bummer for him.

Then she felt his hand rubbing her backside. "Where are you going?" He asked with concern.

"Just to the bathroom," she said, feigning a smile as she glanced over her shoulder and saw him smiling up at her.

"Good morning," he said warmly.

She wasn't sure if she should try to cover herself up or just go naked across the room. Somehow the gentleness and acceptance in his voice made her feel relaxed and comforted.

"I'll be right back," she said as she got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

When she returned, she was wearing her robe that she left on the back of the bathroom door and she saw the disappointment on his face.

"No fair," he complained from where he sat in the bed, his back against the bed board. "I'm still naked under here."

"Oh?" She giggled, deciding to untie the robe and let it fall to the floor as she crawled onto the bed naked. "Prove it!"

He pulled the covers back and she saw that he was hard underneath. "See what you do to me?" He asked.

She laughed and cried at the same time as she collapsed onto his chest and rested her knee against his groin.

They had just finished making love when they heard the slamming of car doors.

"One of your sons?" Russ wondered.

"I doubt it," Margie replied. "They're not that spontaneous!"

The two lovers left the bed and went to the window naked to peek out and see who it was. They saw Elissa and Robin getting out of Sarah's car, back to retrieve their cars left from the night before.

"What happens if they recognize your car?" Margie worried.

"Who cares?" Russ grinned. "We're consenting adults!"

"I don't want things to be weird at the office," Margie said.

"Well, I doubt Robin or Sarah will say anything after their little performance last night!" Russ laughed. "And Elissa just got into her car without even looking around so I think we're okay."

Margie was standing by the window peeking out with her back to him and he rubbed himself against her buns.

"Russ, I haven't made love three times in a row since my honeymoon," she said.

"Well, don't you think it's time then?" He smiled as he kissed the back of her neck.

She maneuvered herself so she was leaning against the back of the chair by the window, keeping her back to him and bending over enough so he could penetrate her more easily.

"You make me feel young again," she let him know. "I had nothing but missionary sex the last five years of my marriage on the rare occasions when we bothered to have it," she said.

He didn't say anything in reply and she listened to the slapping of his thighs against her ass cheeks as he pounded her until she experienced an unbelievable orgasm that caused her to fall to the floor in triumphant satisfaction.

Russ fell to the floor next to her and kissed her happily. "Do you want to come to my sister's with me for Christmas?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she said with ecstatic relief. "I would love that."

"Will your sons be upset when they find out about me?" He asked as he played with her hair.

"No," she said, cuddling against him as they lay on the carpet. "It gets them off the hook."

"They love their mother," Russ assured her.

"I know," Margie sighed. "They just don't want to be responsible for her!"

"I'm responsible now," Russ said, kissing her forehead.

"Oh, Russ, where did you come from?" Margie sobbed happily.

"I can't believe how dumb I was to worry about an office romance," Russ admitted. "I just realized I've been waiting my whole life for this."

"Me too," she smiled.

"Merry Christmas, honey," he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Babe."