At my part-time job, I was invited to a company retreat. It seems that those who have worked for more than five years are invited, and I participated for the first time. At the banquet, I was persistently offered drinks and couldn't refuse, so I drank. However, I have a bad habit when I drink; I become a kissing fiend, hugging, and touching others. I have made mistakes several times because of this, so since getting married, I have avoided drinking outside the house. Even then, I only drink once or twice a week with my husband, just a glass of beer or a sip of sake. Encouraged by the delicious food and fun atmosphere, I ended up completely drunk. I went over to a man I was a little interested in, poured him a drink, touched him, and kissed him playfully. I even let another man touch my chest and 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 felt amused. I ended up taking off my yukata completely and even my underwear to the applause around me. Somewhere in my head, I knew it was "no good," but for some reason, I couldn't stop. It's been a bad habit since long ago. Especially when men are happy, 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 everyone watching, I was so wet that fingers were inserted, and I was feeling it intensely. Someone inserted a small juice bottle into 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, so I reached out and stroked it. Unable to stop, I climaxed multiple times and was even 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. Perhaps 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.

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