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Christmas party surpriseI walked back from the mailbox with an invitation to our block’s annual Christmas party. An older couple hosts the event at their home, as an open house from 1pm to 5pm, with copious amounts of food, booze and heat. The thermostat in their house must be set at 78 degrees.My hubby and I RSVP’d but on the day of the party we procrastinated until late in the afternoon before we walked down the street to the party. Needless to say, everyone was hammered when we arrived. Everyone could walk home which inspired overindulgence and much merriment. Knowing that it was gonna be really hot inside and that everyone was gonna be loaded, I thought I would be a tease, it is a party after all. My outfit was a short (mid-thigh) plaid skirt and black thigh-high illegal bahis stockings and a fitted zipped red cotton sweater. Very festive. No bra, no panties. Very naughty. I didn’t tell my hubby, planning on surprising him during the party.The short walk down the street was cold, very cold. And my rock hard nipples stood at attention atop my firm B-cup boobs. It was very obvious that I forgot my bra. Hubby noticed, rolled his eyes and chuckled.Since it was an open house, we just walked in without attracting much attention. And whoosh!!! The heat hit us like stepping into a sauna. Almost instantly, I began perspiring and gave my zipper a little tug.Holiday cheer was poured liberally and I received the usual and expected drunken hugs (disguised gropes but some were illegal bahis siteleri just outright gropes). And I continued to tug on my zipper.Hubby was chatting with boys when he looked over at me and motioned toward my zipper. YIKES!!! I was unzipped to just below my nibbles. But I’m fit (5’7”, 120lbs) with perky boobs, and my sweater was form fitted so there was nothing to see, I looked cute in my holiday outfit. So I blew him a kiss and disappeared into the kitchen. And it was REALLY HOT in there. Both ovens were heating appetizers. Our male-half host is in his late 60’s and he was drunk (again or still depending on how well you know him) and he’s always had a thing for me. He broke away from his conversation to give me a holiday (grope) hug and offer canlı bahis siteleri me another cock(tail). His cronies were staring at my chest (I don’t really have cleavage per se) and waiting in anticipation of something. Then it happened. The last time was probably in high school.With great fanfare, he said “come here and give Santa a hug.” As he embraced me, he spun me around so that my back was toward his cronies, then I felt his hand on my butt, then under my skirt, and MERRY XXXMas, a full goose. No panties, no stockings, and a very moist, slightly aroused pussy and OH MY!!! He was knuckle deep when I jumped off his hand. He was more surprised than I was. But he actually smelled his fingers afterward. I was pissed. I glared at him and chastised him, threatening to tell his wife if he breathed a word to anyone and he had to promise to keep his cronies in line too. He sheepishly agreed.But as I was straightening my skirt on my way out of the kitchen, he asked, “Can you give your zipper a little tug?”