At the banquet, I was persistently offered drinks and couldn't refuse, so I drank.
However, I have a bad habit when drinking; I tend to become overly affectionate, kissing, hugging, and touching others.
I've had several mishaps because of this, and since getting married, I've tried not to drink outside the house. Even then, it's only once or twice a week, accompanying my husband with a glass of beer or a small cup of sake.
Encouraged by the delicious food and fun atmosphere, I drank more and ended up completely drunk.
I went over to a man I was a bit interested in, poured him a drink, and got playful, touching him and kissing him.
I even let another man touch my chest, and I ended up kissing a creepy old man who usually gives me goosebumps.
When I realized it, the female employees and part-time women had returned to their rooms, and I was the only woman left.
Most of the men, with their yukatas loosened, surrounded me as I was doing naughty things, and I got carried away, eventually taking off my yukata completely and even my underwear to the applause around me.
Somewhere in my head, I knew it was "wrong," but for some reason, I couldn't stop. It's been a bad habit since long ago. Especially when men are pleased, I can't stop.
I stuck out my butt, sandwiched faces with my chest, spread my legs to show everything, and felt like a stripper. Excited by being watched, I was wet and even had fingers inside me, feeling intensely.
Someone inserted a small juice bottle inside me. It slipped in, and since I was in a sexless state with my husband, I couldn't hold back and ended up doing a public masturbation show with it.
I showed myself inserting and removing it, played with my clitoris, and started wanting a penis, reaching out and stroking it. Unable to stop, I climaxed multiple times and even ended up being ejaculated on by several men.
There were nearly 20 people, so I didn't have sex, but if there had been only 2 or 3, I don't know what would have happened.
I remember it clearly, albeit in fragments.
At work, no one talks about it, but every day I go to my part-time job, I feel very depressed. Maybe to prevent me from quitting, or as payment for the strip show, my salary has increased significantly since the trip.
I'm already anxious about what will happen on the next company retreat.
