We had just moved to Mexico as my girlfriend got a job in a local IT company. I quickly found a good job as well and we were living the good life. Later I did lose my job, but my girlfriend kept hers and everything was going great. Here are some pictures from her office.

She liked to wear that kind of jeans and then some sort of nice and professional shirt. She fit right in!

Now, my girlfriend is sexy. I know. She doesn’t try to be sexy or flirty, she just is. She also had a bit of an unfortunate habit of wearing shirts that were maybe just one size too small so the buttons could almost not reach.

She was just oblivious to that sort of thing. She rarely used a mirror and she simply couldn’t see herself from outside. She didn’t have that sort of spacious intelligence.

When she had important meetings, she would make sure to wear professional clothes which in her mind involved a pencil skirt.

Generally speaking, she had a nice wardrobe of business clothes.

Now, let’s talk about the big party that started it all. She was going to the company party and she had a +1 and of course invited me. We found out later that people usually didn’t bring a +1 for something as boring as an internal company party, but that’s a side note.

As we got nearer to the date of the party, I think my girlfriend had tried on a 100 different outfits. She kept second-guessing herself. She wanted it to be attractive but still look professional, but also elegant and signaling being ready to party. Too many things at once.

She settled on a simple white dress. Nothing too fancy.

Unknown to me at the time, she had chosen not to wear any underwear. She explained later that because it was a white dress, the underwear lines would be very clearly visible which did not look good.

She was nervous so she started drinking cocktails.

Well, I happen to know what happens next. Let’s say my girlfriend cannot hold her liquor.

After I reminded her about her little cocktail habit, she wisely shifted to wine, although she started drinking twice as fast, which made it counter productive.

Soon she was probably the drunkest person at the party. She was not embarrassing but just a bit loud and unstable. And she was way more into dancing. I don’t like to dance so I declined her invitations and suggested she dance with someone else.

She did go with someone else, but they danced a bit apart and she was just basically doing sexy poses, attracting a lot of attention.

While dancing, it became more and more apparent to onlookers (not me, yet) that she was not wearing underwear.

A few lucky guys who were sitting got a clear view to her secret.

She was dancing so wild or maybe one of her coworkers got his hand “accidentally” stuck in her strap, that the strap of her dress broke and fell down and left her topless to the entire party.

Now, most women would run away screaming, and that would be in the nature of my girlfriend too, had she not been as drunk as she were.

Not only did she not run off, she finished the dance and then sat on a chair and had a cold refreshing beer that her dance parter brought to her.

I came to her to check on her and she was apparently fine. “Did you see me out there, ha ha” she said and followed it up with “cheers”.

Now, I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her colleagues so I discretely went back to my conversation and watched from afar.

Now, I knew very well my girlfriend, that after she drinks, she gets crazy, funny, laughs and then she falls asleep. The same thing happened here.

She sat there for a while, occasionally attracted attention from other party people who would sit near her for a while and then some would leave and others would come back. I figured they were checking on her as far as I could see from where I was sitting.

I decided to check on her and I saw that she was now naked. I understood that some of the people who had “visited” her apparently had fun removing her dress completely.

They had actually placed her legs quite spread and as I looked back I saw someone discretely taking a photo.

I decided to get her coat and that it was one thing to treat her as a free and independent woman, but there was also such a thing as protecting a damsel in distress.

It took a bit longer to get the coat than I had anticipated. This guy in front of me kept talking and I kept thinking it was almost my turn to get our coats.

When I returned I realized I should have been a bit faster, as I found her now with cum flooding from her pussy. From more than one man, by the looks of it.

We caused a bit of a spectacle as I escorted her out. Those that hadn’t noticed her before, certainly noticed her now.

But it was better than leave her there on the couch.

It had been an eventful evening. I know you’re thinking things went too far, and yes they did, but my girlfriend and I have an understanding that I should not be over protective and let her have her freedoms and treat her as an adult – and you must say I scored 10 of 10 points on that scale tonight.

When we got home she had a shower and we talked a bit.

You may wonder where that extra cum came from, well I did add some to the “pool” so to speak.

The next day was Saturday and then Sunday. We didn’t talk about it and then came Monday. I was surprised to see that my girlfriend had changed her clothes for the office somewhat.

Now, I learned later that they had send some videos to her and she had suggested that they do not share them with other people inside and outside the company. As a fair trade, they said they would like replace the thrill of sharing the video with the thrill of seeing her dressed according to their desires in office.

I didn’t want to interfere but I secretly followed her routine and understood after a while that they were requiring her to make sure she was showing a bit of cameltoe.

She kept getting secret messages and adjusted her new uniform and as the days went on, after a couple of weeks, they finally settled on what would be her personal dress code for the foreseeable future.

It was the tank top from before (no bra) and then simply white panties. This had proven to be the surefire way of making sure she would show a cameltoe.

She would walk around in their little department like that but also go to lunch. Her story if people asked was that she was too warm and needed to be comfortable.

She eventually asked when she was done with this trade so they could delete those videos. They were not really interested in such a trade and were happy with their current trade.

But they spend some days thinking it over and then had a suggestion.

The very next Friday, she told she had to work late. Turned out, after work, she went to the conference room where 5 of her colleagues were waiting for her.

She got on the table and waited in anticipation.

They each took turns on her.

After they were done (after about 10 minutes) they shook hands on a good trade and then she left for home.

The next Monday she wore something different. She still wore the tank top but now she wore the jeans that she was comfortable with and that didn’t attract any attention.

Still, no bra. They did want something interesting to look at.

And the next Friday she told she had to go out with clients.

In fact she went to a hotel near the office where she found 5 colleagues again. Some of them were the same as last time, but apparently they had some system between them to decide who could attend.

She got on the bed and spread her legs and once again they took turns pumping her full of their cum, one by one.

“OK, till next friday” they said and left her to get tidied up.

A few months later my girlfriend decided it was time to share what she was up to.

She told everything. How they had traded first for her dress code but that she wasn’t comfortable wearing just panties in public.

So instead she made a new deal with them – she could wear her jeans every day, on the only condition that she would make herself available to a discrete gang bang every Friday.

You may think that was not a good deal by conventional standards. But that’s a matter of perspective. We used to spend a lot of time and energy to arrange gang bangs for my girlfriend every week. It was so difficult, we some times had to improvise it on the beach. It usually worked out, but getting someone else to arrange a discrete gang bang every week was a big load off for us.

Because it wasn’t discrete on the beach, we had some times experimented with disguises, such as having her wear a hijab on her head.

We even tried having her wear sun glasses as a disguise.

Our beach was one of our favorite places to achieve this when we didn’t have time to arrange it in advance. But it was not only a matter of doing the deed, but also of attracting enough attention without causing a scandal or getting recognized.

We experimented with masks for this purpose.

It became easier during covid because then we could simply use a medical mask and not cause any suspicion that we were trying to hide her identity.

The beach was not the only place we would go hunting for gang bangs, although it was the best one normally if we had not planned ahead.

Another alternative was hotel pools.

Although the disadvantage of using hotel pools was that we had to flee immediately as it was not allowed with this kind of activity. Probably because we were leaving a mess.

Another way that we would some times improvise was by getting in the van and just go.

The van idea was good because we could drive far away where no one knows us and it was a getaway as well.

Step one after arrival was of course to find some volunteers. By using the little “braless” trick, it was usually not too difficult.

Perhaps you wonder why we are driving around in a van and not a normal car. Well, for our comfort of course. We simply bring a bed along and carry it out of the van and put it on the street.

Maybe it would be more discrete in the forest, but then we wouldn’t find the volunteers.

The final place where we would have reasonably good success to arrange something like this was the gym. There would be lots of good candidates already there and it’s a semi private area.

Attracting attention was reasonably easy.

The best thing about the gym is that it is easy to get started. Simply get one to get started and start fucking her and then others will automatically take an interest and ask if they can be next.

We have an upper limit of 5 guys per session and we only break it some times, like every other time or so.

My role during these sessions is just to stay out of the way. There is no need for protection or anything like that.

Oh, of course, one thing I have to remember is to take payment. We do charge ten dollars per man and 15 dollars if they want to cum in her pussy. Most men opt in. So week by week we are getting closer and closer to afford that Playstation 5.

So here we earned 40 bucks – two chose to cum in her pussy and one chose to pull out just in the last moment.

Of course, if all else fails, we can always go to a bar. And we usually do! That’s how we have fun in the weekdays and the best part is we don’t have to pay for drinks.

If the bar is not in our local area, we can relax a bit on the dress code.

And if it’s somewhere we might run into someone we know, then we usually choose to wear a disguise of some sort.

Some times I arrange the session and that usually happens in a motel room. I have a good little strategy – if the guys I found are not very attractive or clean, that’s when I usually suggest we have some fun with a blindfold.

Some times she is not in the mood at all. Maybe she just wants to stay home and watch television. Of course I understand that, but then what about our loyal clients?

When the door bell rings, I know that my girlfriend is not in the mood, but I don’t want them to leave empty handed. So we compromise, as you should do in all good relationships.

“You can cum in her hair for free today – come back another day” I say.

So, yes, she enjoys watching television in peace some times, and there will just be the occasional squirt of cum landing on her hair or somewhere nearby…