Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So after I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, I set about thinking about the one involving her boss. Again this was told and re-told a number of times and it changing every time. Once again I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account. I'm not saying that this was how it really happened but I suspect it's pretty near.

Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view mainly because that's how I heard it originally.

It's a good job that other halves aren't allowed to these Christmas do's, so you can really let your hair down without being restricted or moaned at. I smuggled my party outfit out with me this morning, not letting my husband know what I'll be wearing.

By mid afternoon in our department, the drinks came out and all work stopped by about four. By then I already downed three of four glasses of wine. Almost on mass we headed for the toilets to change, as I'm the only girl I have the place to myself. My party dress was a light blue outfit, buttoned all the way up the front and stops about mid bust. Under it I just wore a fresh pair of knickers, I don't wear bras any more not even to work. I find it more comfortable like that and my husband loves the idea too. As a bonus most of the good looking guys come around to chat to me and have a good look at my tits.

The music started and the office was now officially closed until after Christmas. My boss, James came over bearing glasses and full bottle of champagne.

"Hi beautiful," he slurred, I could tell he's had a few drinks too.

"I think I'll do your review this evening," he chuckled.

He's been threatening to do it for some weeks now and making some suggestive remarks on how I can improve my ratings.

"Perhaps we can find some quite place later," I giggled feeling my unfettered bust jiggle under my dress. My husband always says that big girls shouldn't giggle or they will get into trouble.

And so it was now, my movement instantly drew his eyes.

"Yes most definitely," he said, dragging his eyes up from my partly exposed chest.

A little later on Colin from accounts came over and asked me for a dance. Now Colin is one of those guys who regularly visits me and has a good look at my tits while we chat. During a slow number his hand came up between us and gave me a quick fondle.

"Stop that," I giggled at him, "not here people will see."

"Come outside then," he requested.

I know I shouldn't have but I think the drinks may have got the better of me. I allowed myself to be steered into the darken corridor. Just as soon as we are cloaked by the darkness he started to kiss and fondle me.

"God, I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you," he muttered.

To get a better access to me he undid a couple of my buttons.

"No you mustn't," I said, but I don't stop him.

I just love having my boobs fondled especially by good-looking blokes. He got both of his hands on me now, squeezing and mauling me quite hard. I put my hand down the front of his trousers and he's nice and big and hard.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, "do that again and I'll come in my pants."