17 comments/ 49595 views/ 9 favorites Happy New Year? Ch. 02 By: RossDaniels You'll enjoy the story more if you read Chapter One first, and I strongly encourage it. However, for those who don't, here's a brief recap. Dan and Cathy are married thirty-somethings whose professional and personal lives had grown pretty routine. That is, until they became friends with Scott and Trish. The four of them grew very close, even sharing a condo on a vacation to Florida. Living in such close proximity for a week, which included lots of time on the beach, a lot of sexual tension developed, especially between Dan and Trish. Then, on their final night in the condo, when both spouses were asleep, Dan and Trish shared an intimate moment that threatened to put their relationship on a whole new track. **** Over the next few months, things got pretty well back to normal. Cathy and I fell back into our work routines and the memory of Florida receded into the background. I still saw Scott at work, of course, and we would frequently have a beer after work or each lunch together. But when it came to doing things as couples, I managed to find an excuse whenever Scott suggested the four of us should get together. The one good thing that came out of the Florida trip was that Cathy came back happier than I'd seen her in years, perhaps ever. She was more relaxed. She laughed more easily. Our sex life was even better. All of a sudden, she was ready to try new things in the bedroom. Oh, yes, and she shaved her pussy. That made me happier, too! Occasionally, she'd ask why we hadn't seen Scott and Trish lately. I'd make some excuse. "I just saw a little too much of them in Florida," I told her. I wanted to take a little break." If she only knew how much I had seen. And been seen. She always let it drop, though she was smart enough, I'm sure, to figure out that something had happened between Scott and me. Things don't just change like that overnight. But she didn't push it and I was glad. That's why I was very surprised a couple of weeks before Christmas when she stuck her head in our study, where I was catching up on some paperwork, and announced, "I just got a call from Trish." "You did?" I hope she couldn't detect the nervousness in my voice. "Yeah, she asked if we wanted to do something New Year's Eve and I told her we would." "Shit," I swore without thinking. "Why did you do that?" "We haven't seen them in a long time, and I thought it would be fun." Her face began to cloud up like a child who's been scolded. "What's the deal with you and Scott, anyway?" "What do you mean?" I asked, silently kicking myself for letting the conversation go down this road. "I see a lot of Scott at the office. We have a beer after work fairly frequently. Besides, I didn't think you liked being stuck with Trish all that much when we got together so often." "Yeah, she is a bit of an airhead," Cathy said. "It's pretty hard for us to find anything to talk about. But when the four of us are together, I enjoy it. Seeing you and Scott have such a good time. There's such good chemistry when it's a couples' thing." I couldn't deny the chemistry. I just hoped she never found out how much there really was. "Okay," I relented. "What have you ladies planned for us?" Suddenly, I began to feel a little flutter of anticipation about seeing Trish again. Some people just get a rush from putting themselves in dangerous situations. Maybe I'm one. "Nothing big," she explained. "We're just going to get dressed up and go out for a fancy dinner . . ." "But, . . .," I started to argue. "No buts. You will get dressed up because I plan to look fabulous that night," she said sternly. "I don't want you making me look bad. Besides, Trish has already been through this with Scott and he agreed." "So . . . dinner, huh?" "Then back to our house to ring in the New Year. Now get back to work." And with that, Cathy was gone. And those butterflies in the pit of my stomach were back. * * * * The weeks leading up to Christmas flew by, as usual. Between the demands of work and the demands of getting ready for the holiday season, I hardly had time to think. There was one thing I did think about . . . a lot . . . Trish. I kept playing over in my mind the things that happened on the vacation that the four of us took together the previous summer. I thought (some might say fantasized) about how she looked in those skimpy bikinis every day at the beach and how wonderful her skin felt the day she asked me to rub lotion on her back. But most often, my thoughts drifted back to our final evening at the condo . . . when she caught me masturbating to the sounds of her and Scott having sex. Incredibly, a situation that started as the most embarrassing of my life eventually turned into the most erotic when Trish told me she wanted to watch. Not only did she watch, she offered an assist by dropping her towel and displaying her magnificent body while I got myself off. When that incident ended, Trish made it plain that she would enjoy taking things farther . . . something that scared me silly, first because I didn't want to jeopardize my marriage to Cathy. However, the really scary thing was how much I wanted my best friend's sexy wife. I thought about that a lot in the days leading up to the New Year's Eve double date that Cathy and Trish had arranged. Almost before I realized it, Christmas was over and Cathy and I were in our bedroom getting dressed for our evening out with Scott and Trish. I don't mind admitting that I was a nervous wreck, not knowing what to expect from the evening. Would Trish do something to make things uncomfortable? Would I? At that point, all I could do was wait and see. Fortunately, I was at least temporarily distracted by my wife as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully assessing how she looked as she dressed for the evening. Ever since our return from the Florida trip, Cathy had been surprising me with subtle changes in how she looked, even how she behaved. One of the most notable changes, of course, was the fact that she had taken to shaving herself completely bare, something I loved very much. I couldn't get enough of the sight and feel of her smooth mound. The change had done wonders for our sex life. We were making love more often. She seemed much more willing to try new things. She even showed me a few. I couldn't believe the dramatic effect of a simple change in grooming habits. But it was more than that. She seemed to be doing her makeup a little differently . . . a subtle difference, certainly, but one that made her appear, for lack of a better term, more glamorous. Her hair style changed subtly as well. Whereas, during most of our marriage, she had worn her dark brown hair up on most weekdays to present a more professional look at work, Cathy had more recently begun wearing it down, cascading past her shoulders for a more casual look. And this New Year's Eve certainly underscored my impressions about the change in my wife's sense of style. As I proceeded to tie my red silk necktie, I watched her out of the corner of my eye, as she sat on the bed and carefully slipped on a pair of black stockings with lace tops, which she then affixed to a garter belt that she had slipped on over her extremely brief black lacy thong. I'd never known Cathy to wear anything but panty hose whenever the occasion called for hosiery, but the stockings were another indication of her more "daring" style. She walked over to the full-length mirror where I had just finished with my tie and examined her image up and down, pausing to adjust her breasts in the delicate black strapless bra that matched her sexy panties. It was cut so low that half her areolas peeked out from the lacy cups. Finally, she slipped the dress she had chosen for the evening over her head. It, too, was black, with a full skirt and a hem that rested much closer to the tops of her stockings than to her knee. The top was cut low in front to reveal an almost-daring amount of cleavage, then fastened at the back of her neck. "Wow," I said appreciatively. "You look amazing!" "Why, thank you kind sir," she responded, reaching up to straighten my necktie. "You look pretty hot yourself. See, I told you it would be fun to dress up." "Well, you really outdid yourself tonight," I continued. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything so . . . so . . . revealing. Not that I don't like it," I hastened to add. "I like it a lot. It's just that it's just sort of . . . different." "Hey, it's New Year's Eve," she said with a smile. "If there's ever a time to dress a little sexy, tonight is the night." "I guess you're right," I agreed. "Besides, I like the new you." "The new me?" she looked puzzled. "Sure, the hair, the makeup, the sexy undergarments. These are all new. I love them, but I've noticed the change." "Are you complaining?" she said with a wink, as she moved her hand between my legs to massage my cock, which began to stiffen almost immediately at her touch. She continued to caress me sensuously as I put my arms around her and leaned down for a kiss. "Hold it, mister," she warned. "I worked an hour to get this make up just right, and I don't want it messed up before we even leave the house." I had to agree that a kiss would certainly have smudged the deep red lipstick that she had applied to her full lips, not to mention how much would probably have ended up on the collar of my white shirt. "Okay," I said reluctantly. "But if you keep teasing me like that, I'm not going to be responsible for what might happen to your makeup." "There will be plenty of time for kissing later," she smiled knowingly. "Now let's get going. Scott and Trish are probably already at the restaurant waiting for us." With that, she turned and walked out the bedroom door and down the stairs. "All right," I called after her. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I pulled on the jacket to my black pinstriped suit and followed after her, wondering what other surprises the evening might hold. * * * * It turned out that Cathy was right. By the time we finally made the twenty-minute drive to the restaurant, handed the keys to the valet and checked Cathy's coat, Scott and Trish were waiting in the bar with half-finished drinks in hand. I saw Scott first, wearing a navy blazer and grey slacks. He was wearing a white shirt like mine, and his deep maroon tie matched the silk handkerchief peeking out of his coat pocket. Then, I saw Trish, and the sight of her nearly stopped in me in my tracks. Having not seen her for over four months, it was as if I'd forgotten how beautiful and sexy she was. Her dress was black, like Cathy's. But it was strapless and clung precariously to her full breasts. The bodice sparkled with layers of shiny black sequins, and the skirt hugged her formidable curves down to where it ended about six inches above the knee. It didn't appear that she was wearing any stockings, but her long legs looked beautifully smooth and tanned. She seemed even taller than usual in what had to be at least four-inch heels on a pair of black pumps that sparkled in the light like her dress. "Sorry to keep you guys waiting," I managed to say, as I was able to focus once again. "No problem," Scott said, "We haven't even had time to finish one drink. Let me tell the hostess we're all here now." And with that, Scott walked into the next room, leaving me alone with Cathy and Trish. Trish didn't say a word to me at first. I couldn't tell whether she was angry because I'd been turning down their invitations to get together for the past several months, or whether she was possibly amused at how she had scared me during our encounter in the Florida condo. The silence was beginning to get uncomfortable, so I decided I needed to say something. "Wow," I said, forgetting for a moment to restrain my enthusiasm. "That's some dress," I said looking at Trish. She smiled that quizzical smile that I'd first seen when she saw me masturbating in the condo, and just looked back at me for a long time. Finally, she responded, "Thank you. I'm assuming you meant that as a compliment." "Of course I meant it as a compliment," I said. "You look very pretty tonight." I glanced at Cathy during this exchange and saw her seemingly trying to suppress a smile. "It's been so long, I thought you'd probably forgotten what I even look like," Trish continued. "Have you been hiding from me, Dan?" "No, I . . . uh," I mumbled, stalling for time and feeling my neck getting warm. "You know . . . work and all." "Yes," Cathy interjected, "Dan's been working incredibly hard . . . ever since we got back from Florida. He just doesn't seem to find time for much of anything else. Well," she added with a grin, "I guess he's had time enough for one thing." And with that, Cathy's eyes drifted from my face downward until the fixated on my crotch. "Oh, has Dan been a naughty boy?" Trish teased, smiling at Cathy. "I'll just bet he can be VERY naughty. He just tries to fool everyone with that mild-mannered exterior." Then she looked back at me. "But he can't fool me." Both women were just looking at me and smiling, leaving me at a total loss for words. Thankfully, Scott rescued me about that time by announcing that our table was ready. I was definitely grateful for a change of subject. We followed the hostess to a table for four in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant. While it seated a fairly large number of people, the lighting and the décor gave the place an intimate feel. Each table was topped with a white tablecloth and intricately folded black napkins, accented by a centerpiece of fresh white flowers and black candles resting on a mirrored base. The black and white theme gave the table a very elegant feel. We ordered a round of drinks, then another, and the conversation became more and more relaxed. By the time the waiter finally took our dinner order, it was beginning to feel like old times. I realized just how much I'd missed the times that Cathy and I had shared with Scott and Trish. The chemistry between the four of us was, indeed, very good. I felt foolish that I'd let the incident in Florida keep us from enjoying each other like this. About that time, however, I realized I might have been right after all--right to be concerned about what might develop. I came to that conclusion because Trish had apparently kicked off her shoe and was in the process of slipping her foot beneath the cuff of my slacks and inching it up my leg! Trying to keep from giving anything away, I glanced to my right at Trish with my best "what the hell are you doing?" expression. She just smiled back, as if nothing at all was happening. By this time, she had made it up past my sock and I could feel her foot against my bare leg. Once she felt my skin, she began to move her foot up and down very lightly, caressing me with her toes. Scott and Cathy were involved in their own side conversation at the time and seemed oblivious to what was going on under the table. Despite my best efforts to remain in control, I could feel myself getting hard. The feeling in my gut was exactly what I'd felt that night back in Florida, when Trish told me she wanted to watch me touch myself. It was a weird combination of fear and arousal, one apparently fueling the other. I sat there nearly motionless while I tried to figure out the best course of action. By this time, what I really wanted to do was slip my shoe off, slide my foot underneath Trish' dress and press it against that beautifully bare pussy of hers. But I knew that was not an option. I was still mentally exploring others when our waiter returned with our salads. "I just love the salad here," Cathy said. "The greens are so fresh, and they put so many things on them that you just don't get in most restaurants." Before anyone else could respond, Trish spoke up. "Dan, I dropped my napkin. Could you reach down and get it for me. My arms aren't long enough." I knew exactly what she was doing, but I really wasn't in a position to do anything other than what she asked. So I reached down, trying to retrieve the fallen napkin without having to stick my head beneath the tablecloth. But my arms weren't long enough, either, so I scooted my chair back, lifted the tablecloth and slipped my head beneath the table. I didn't see the napkin right away . . . mainly because it was pinned beneath Trish' foot . . . a move apparently designed to make it more difficult to for me to get my hands on it. I also noted that Trish' legs were quite far apart and that her short dress had ridden up to expose most of her thighs. The sight of the tender flesh of her inner thighs made my erection swell further, especially when I noticed that she was not wearing panties. She was nearly as exposed as she had been that night when she opened her towel for me. As I leaned farther down, finally getting my hand on the elusive napkin, I was close enough that I could actually smell her sweet feminine scent. Of course, that did nothing but ratchet up my arousal. Trish kept her left foot planted firmly on top of the napkin as I tugged to free it. It was obvious she was trying to keep me down there as long as possible. "Do you see anything, Dan?" Trish asked, trying to sound innocent, when she actually knew I could see EVERYTHING. "Yeah," I called up. "I think I can feel it." And with that, I slid my hand up the inside of her thighs and traced my finger along the length of her moist slit. I could feel that her lips were swollen with arousal. The surprise of feeling my finger on her pussy made Trish squirm just enough to allow me to jerk the napkin from beneath her foot. Before anything else could happen, I quickly emerged from beneath the table and handed Trish her napkin. "Thank you, Dan," she cooed, smiling sweetly. "You're very welcome," I responded, returning her smile. Then, as I furtively raised my fingertips to my mouth and licked them, I mouthed, "Thank you." * * * * After the napkin incident, dinner proceeded smoothly. The food and drink were excellent and the company even better. The four of us caught up on what had been going on in our lives the past few months, and with the help of a couple more drinks, I was feeling very relaxed. It was nearly ten when we finally finished dessert and decided it was time to move the party to our house. "I don't know about anyone else," I announced, "but I don't think I need to be driving after drinking so much. How about we take a taxi back to our place?" "I guess we can pick up the cars tomorrow," Scott agreed. "Let's make sure the valet parks them where we can find them." "What's this world coming to?" Cathy laughed. "Are you telling me two men are actually showing good judgment?" "Maybe it's a New Year's resolution," Trish suggested with a smile. "Let's see how long it lasts." While the girls sipped on the last of the after dinner drinks, Scott and I spoke to the valet and made arrangements to pick up our cars the next day. We gave him a generous tip and I went to get Cathy and Trish while Scott retrieved the coats. Surprisingly, we didn't have to wait too long for a taxi, considering it was New Year's Eve. I guess most of the drunks wouldn't be trying to get home until much later. The four of us squeezed ourselves into the back seat, glad to huddle together against the cold December night. We laughed and talked during the early part of the ride, but by the time the taxi had pulled onto the expressway for the final 15 minutes of the trip, things had fallen silent. Cathy and Trish were squeezed together between Scott and me, and as things got quiet Cathy leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder. I repositioned myself so I could put my arm around her, and in the process glanced over to see that Scott and Trish were busy making out. Happy New Year? Ch. 02 The two of them were locked together in a deep kiss and Scott was squeezing Trish' right breast. The sight of the two of them going at it like that, oblivious to whether anyone was watching, made my cock stir again. It didn't take very much to turn me on by this point because I'd been on the edge of arousal nearly from the start of the evening. I nudged Cathy gently and nodded toward our amorous friends. She glanced over for a couple of seconds, then leaned toward me and whispered, "Do you like watching them?" Very surprised by her question, I was still trying to formulate an answer, when I felt Cathy's hand slide up the inside of my thigh and begin to stroke my stiffening cock. Given my obvious arousal, I think she had her answer. She ran her fingertips up and down my bulge over and over until I was fully erect and feeling quite uncomfortable in the constraints of my slacks. But I didn't have to worry long about the growing discomfort because before I realized what was happening, Cathy had unzipped my fly and was busily trying to free my cock. I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she thought she was doing, but before I could say anything, she pulled my head toward her with one hand and kissed me deeply, while the other hand continued the struggle to release my swollen member. My arousal was already about to overcome my worry about being seen, when I glanced over and saw that Scott had slipped his hand beneath Trish' dress and appeared to be fingering her pussy. I had personal knowledge that there was nothing down there to get in his way. About that time, Cathy managed to free my cock and I felt the cool air drift over the swollen head. Cathy leaned in and kissed me deeply again, and I heard a little moan deep in her throat as she let her hand glide up and down. Her body was turned mostly toward me, which somewhat shielded her actions from the view of either the driver or our friends next to us. I shouldn't have worried at all about them, however, because they were at least as involved as Cathy and me. Looking over Cathy's shoulder, I could see that Scott's hand was still busy beneath Trish' dress. But by this time he had slipped his other hand inside her strapless top. It was clear that he was rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. Suddenly, Scott glanced up and our eyes met. But rather than seeming irritated by my watching, he smiled slyly, winked and went back to pleasuring his obviously aroused wife. I could hear Trish breathing heavily, nearly panting, and watched as she lifted her hips slightly from the seat to press herself closer to Scott's hand. But before I could focus too long on my friends, Cathy got my attention again when she leaned over and took me into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down eagerly, sucking hard on the swollen head each time she came up. I glanced at the rear view mirror to see if the driver was aware of what was going on in the back seat. He was. I could see his eyes shift quickly from the road to the mirror and back again, over and over. He seemed to be spending more time watching the mirror than the road. Just as I began to feel that tingling in my shaft that signaled an impending orgasm, the taxi slowed in preparation for exiting the expressway. It would be only five minutes or so until we reached our house. This seemed to be the signal to begin putting ourselves back together because Cathy released my cock from her grip, allowing me to quickly stuff it back into my trousers . . . not an easy task, given how hard I still was. At the same time, I noticed Scott leaning back against the opposite door as Trish did her best to pull the hem of her dress down and the top up. The inside of the cab smelled of sex. Even the most oblivious person would have had no trouble figuring out what was going on in that back seat. But the silence, like the aroma, hung heavy in the air, and no one made any reference to the obvious. The closest came from the cabbie, when gave us a shit-eating grin and said, "You all have a REAL happy New Year," as we exited the taxi. By the time we made our way through the cold night from the curb to our front door, the spell seemed to be broken and the conversation grew light again. I collected the coats and threw them on the bed of the guest bedroom just down the hall and the four of us were ready for the second phase of our New Year's celebration. I mixed drinks for everyone, brought them to the family room, then settled on the couch next to Cathy, while Scott and Trish sat close together on the loveseat. I noticed Cathy had flipped the switch next to the fireplace, igniting the gas logs, and their warm glow matched the one I was still feeling from the alcohol during dinner and the sexy cab ride home. We sipped our drinks in silence for a few moments before Trish spoke up. "If I'd known cab rides could be such fun," she giggled, "I'd have sold my car a long time ago." Her little joke broke the tension and we all started to giggle along with her. I'm sure the alcohol had a lot to do with it, but a release of the sexual tension also played a part. Once what had happened in the taxi had been verbalized, especially with a laugh, we were all able to relax again. The girls had both kicked off their shoes by this point, and Trish had her bare feet drawn up underneath her on the loveseat. Scott and I had discarded our suit jackets at the door, and our neckties were loosened. "Yeah," Scott said, picking up on the theme, "I was afraid that driver was going to have a wreck and kill us all. He should have given us the ride for free after the little show he seemed to enjoy so much." "I thought it was sort of hot that he was watching," Cathy chimed in, much to my surprise. Puzzled, I glanced at her and saw that she was smiling with a faraway look in her eyes. "I didn't realize I was such an exhibitionist." I tried to figure out whether she was teasing or not, but before I could make up my mind, Trish spoke up again. "Yeah," she said rather softly, "I love it when someone watches when I have sex." Then she looked pointedly at me and added, "I love to watch, too." Feeling the heat rise up from my neck and my face grow warm, I thought I should try and steer the conversation in another direction. "What time is it anyway?" I interjected. "Is Dick Clark still around . . .?" But before I could finish the sentence, Trish interrupted. Looking at Cathy, she asked, "So, have you and Dan ever done it while someone was watching?" Before Cathy could open her mouth, I hurried in with my own response, "No," I said, probably a bit too emphatically, "we haven't." "You say that like it would be a bad thing, Dan," Trish teased. "Don't you think it would be fun to be watched?" "Well, uh . . ." I stammered, stalling for time, "I hadn't really thought about it, I guess." "Oh, c'mon, Dan," Trish pushed, "I can't believe you've never even thought about it. We all have our fantasies . . . " "All right, I guess I've thought about it at some point," I admitted grudgingly, casting a quick sideways glance at Cathy, who surprisingly, seemed to be enjoying the exchange. Somewhat relieved by her reaction, I decided to push back a little myself. "Okay, Trish," I said with more confidence than I felt, "what about you?" "What about me?" she responded with that quizzical smile that I knew probably meant trouble. "You know, having sex with someone watching." "Fantasized about it and did it," she replied matter-of-factly. "Or I should say Scott and I did it." The silence hung heavy in the room for what seemed like minutes as I tried to decide what to say next. I knew that we were potentially going down a road that might change things forever, not only in the relationship between the two couples, but also in mine with Cathy. I glanced at my beautiful wife again, and the look on her face told me she was as interested in hearing more as I was. But before I could ask what undoubtedly would have been a most fateful question, Trish stood up. "Okay, enough talk," she announced. "This is New Year's Eve, and I don't do New Year's Eve without some dancing." "That's a great idea," Cathy chimed in, a little too quickly, I thought. "Dan, put some music on . . . that Kenny G CD . . . the one you gave me for Christmas." Somewhat hesitantly, I walked across the room to the CD player and began to thumb through the dozen or so CD's that were stacked neatly nearby. I was already getting a little apprehensive about where this might be going because that particular CD was one that Cathy had specifically requested that I get for her. Perhaps I should say "for us" because she told me how sensuous she thought his music was. And we'd already proven it several times by making love with it as our soundtrack. Just as I turned on the sound equipment and slipped the CD into the changer, the lights in the room suddenly went out, leaving the fireplace and a few flickering candles Cathy had lit when we first arrived as the only illumination in the room. I looked up curiously and could barely make out Cathy's figure near the switch on the far wall. "There, that's better," she smiled. "Much better atmosphere for dancing. Scott, would you mind sliding the coffee table out of the way, please?" When Scott had shoved the table against the wall, it left a fairly small open space in front of the fireplace . . . room enough to dance, but little more. I walked back toward Cathy and extended my hand, prepared to do the obligatory dance or two until time to ring in the New Year. To my surprise, however, the girls seemed to have other ideas. Before I made it to where my wife was standing, Trish intercepted me. "You can dance with your wife anytime," she whispered seductively. "It's my turn tonight." Surprised by Trish's boldness, I looked quickly to see Cathy's reaction . . . and Scott's, too, for that matter. After all, it was his wife who was suggesting that we "swap" partners. But I needn't have worried about a negative reaction from either of them. By the time I looked their way, Cathy had already moved close to Scott and they both smiled their assent. Shrugging my shoulders, I reached out for Trish and she easily molded herself into my arms as we began to sway slowly in time with the sensuous saxophone. I noticed immediately how different from Cathy that Trish felt in my arms. First, she was considerably taller, so even without her high heels, our faces were much closer to the same level. It made it quite easy for her to rest her head on my shoulder and purr, "I've been waiting a long time for this, you know." And before I could answer, she quickly added, "And I can tell you have, too." And with those words, she pressed herself even more tightly against my growing erection. Still not knowing quite how to react to Trish's boldness with my wife only a few feet away, I glanced over at Cathy and Scott, only to find that they were paying absolutely no attention to Trish and me. Cathy was standing on her tip toes, both arms clasped tightly around Scott's neck. Their faces were close together, and they seemed to be whispering intently about something. Suddenly, a pang of jealousy shot through me, but it left as quickly as it had appeared when Trish moved her left hand between us and began to run the tips of her fingers along the length of my rigid shaft. Even through my suit pants, her touch was electric, making me pulse with need. "Do you like that, Dan?" she cooed. "Mmmmmm," Was all I could manage in response. "Do you think Cathy's feeling Scott's cock like this?" she teased. "He has a very nice cock, you know." Her words shocked me and I quickly glanced over at Cathy and Scott again. By this time my wife was resting her head against his chest, their bodies swaying suggestively together. Scott had turned so that his back was almost totally to me and it was impossible to see for sure exactly where Cathy's hand might be. However, I could see that only one hand was still around his neck. Strangely, however, the idea of her touching Scott like Trish was touching me at that moment didn't provoke the jealousy that I would have predicted. I found it intriguing and more than a little exciting to imagine how she might respond to another man in a situation like this. But, before I could give it any more thought, Trish brought me back to the moment by taking my left hand and pressing it against her breast. "Go ahead, Dan," she whispered. "It's okay. You've been thinking about doing it ever since Florida, haven't you?" I felt my cock pulse again, and I'm sure that was enough of an answer for Trish. She was right, of course. I had wanted to touch her ever since she exposed her magnificent body to me as I masturbated that last night in the Florida condo. And I didn't intend to miss this opportunity. I adjusted my hand slightly to allow my fingertips to slip inside the top of her dress. The strapless design made it quite easy, and almost before I knew it, I was rolling her swollen nipple between my thumb and finger. Her soft moans and her warm breath on my neck were my permission to go even farther . . . which I was more than happy to do. In just another moment, I held her entire right breast in my palm and massaged it firmly, as my thumb grazed back and forth over her nipple. Still acutely aware that our spouses were in the room with us, I made a point of keeping Trish's back toward Scott and Cathy as we continued to dance. I'm not sure one could really call what we were doing at this point "dancing," but it did provide the faintest little bit of legitimacy to what was rapidly turning into some very serious foreplay. I noticed that both of Scott's hands were now resting on Cathy's ass, and he was pulling her tightly against him as they ground themselves together. And I still couldn't see where Cathy's right hand was. I had never been as sexually aroused as I was at that moment. It was the alcohol, the fireplace, the candlelight, the music, for sure. But it was more than that. It was also the fact that I was holding a new woman in my arms . . . a woman I was dying to explore . . . to taste . . . to feel . . . to experience. And there was the surprising feeling of wondering whether my wife was experiencing the same sensations. She certainly looked as if she was enjoying herself. There was no indication that she was the least bit uncomfortable with the situation. And that, in and of itself, turned me on even more! Suddenly, I was jolted from my reverie by Cathy's voice. "Okay, everyone," she said, her voice sounding almost hoarse from what I knew must be sexual arousal. "My watch says midnight. And that means it's time for a New Year's kiss!" I froze for just a moment, not knowing for sure whom I was expected to kiss to ring in the New Year. However, my uncertainty was quickly removed when I saw Cathy throw both arms around Scott's neck again and pull his mouth to hers. At nearly the same time, I felt Trish's hand behind my head, gently pressing me to her. Our lips came together hungrily and our tongues began to explore each other's mouths. It felt like the bursting of a dam, the passion overcoming us both, as we kissed with total abandon right there in the middle of my family room . . . a room that was being shared by my wife and her husband. My emotions were totally out of control at this point, and this extended session of foreplay, which had in reality begun months ago in Florida, had brought me way past the point of no return. It wasn't a choice any more, my body had totally overcome any remaining judgment I might have been willing to exercise. Trish and I continued to kiss with total abandon, her full lips feeling so soft and warm against mine. "Okay, now I want to kiss my husband." The voice was Cathy's, and it jolted me back to awareness. With my last ounce of self-discipline, I broke my kiss with Trish and removed my hand from her breast. She quickly pulled up her top, but not before it was obvious what had been happening. But that didn't seem to faze Cathy at all. Smiling, she walked toward me, her hair mussed, lipstick smeared. She didn't try and disguise the fact that her nipples were trying to poke their way through the thin fabric of her dress. I had never seen her look so totally aroused. Her dark brown eyes were locked on mine, and I was only vaguely aware that Trish was making her way toward Scott. When Cathy reached my side, she didn't say a word. She simply reached up, took my face in her two hands and planted the deepest, wettest kiss on me that we had ever shared. The intensity of it took my breath away. The mouth was familiar all right, but the passion that poured forth from it was new. It was as if Cathy was literally trying to drink me in. As we kissed, her hands went immediately to my belt and she began to unfasten it. She was trembling, but not with fear . . . with need. Surprised by her boldness, I instinctively pulled away a little. But by this time she had jerked down my zipper, shoved her hand inside my boxers briefs and was stroking my cock shamelessly, right there in front of Scott and Trish. However, as I glanced in their direction, I realized that they had not even noticed. Scott had already pulled down Trish's top and was hungrily sucking on firm, rounded breasts . . . one of which I'd been holding in my hand only moments earlier. "Do you like watching them?" Cathy's voice jolted me back to reality. "Well, I . . . er," was all I could manage. "It's okay, baby," she reassured, "I like it, too." Cathy continued to stroke my cock as we both watched Scott maneuver Trish over to the loveseat where he gently pushed her into a sitting position. Both breasts were exposed already, and even in the dim light, I marveled at the size of her light brown areolas, which must have been larger than a silver dollar. They were stretched tight by the hardening of her nipples, and I took some satisfaction that I'd had at least a little to do with getting them in that condition. As we watched our friends, Cathy led me over opposite them, and we sat down on the floor, our backs against the couch. We had barely hit the floor before Cathy leaned over and took my cock between her lips and began to suckle gently. I felt as if I had entered some sort of sexual Nirvana, as I sat there with my legs out in front of me, my beautiful wife licking hungrily at my cock, watching Scott help Trish out of her dress. Once the dress was out of the way, Trish was totally exposed to Cathy and me. It seems that we were both admiring her beautifully bare pussy, which had been the subject of so many of my fantasies. Cathy released my cock from her lips, and said breathlessly, "Mmmmmm. Her pussy looks like mine, doesn't it, baby . . . pretty and bare." "Mmmmm," I sighed. "It's beautiful, just like yours." Then I thought I'd press my luck. "Would you like to show them how pretty your pussy is, baby?" Without even hesitating, Cathy stood up and slipped out of her dress. When it fell in a pool at her feet, she quickly kicked it out of the way. And there stood my beautiful wife, wearing only her strapless bra, a garter belt holding up her black stockings and her tiny black lace panties. She looked like sexuality personified. Her dark curly hair was mussed and gave her that "freshly fucked look," which I knew she was not, at least not yet. Her black strapless bra had barely covered her nipples when she first put it on much earlier in the evening. By now, it had shifted downward so that it merely supported her breasts, covering nothing. I couldn't help but wonder how much Scott had contributed to its change in position. Her nipples were swollen and hard, extending nearly a half inch from her areolas. While Cathy was doing away with her dress, I quickly kicked my trousers and shoes off, and sat there naked from the waist down except for my black socks. It was not a terribly sexy look, but before I could remove anything else, Cathy turned her attention back to me. Perhaps I should say to me and our friends. At this time, even though we were several feet apart in our family room, we were all part of the same action. Happy New Year? Ch. 02 I watched as Scott knelt between Trish's legs and began to lick her up and down, causing her hips to squirm and buck on the loveseat. I was transfixed as she played with her tits and moaned her approval. Her legs were thrown over Scott's shoulders, locked at the ankles, trying to draw him closer. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked directly at me and smiled that quizzical little smile I'd come to know so well. And as Trish watched us, Cathy knelt down, her knees on either side of mine, her back to me. This position gave her a perfect vantage point from which to watch Trish and Scott . . . and for them to watch us, if they chose to. Cathy reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside, grasped my straining cock in one hand and positioned it at her opening. As soon as she felt my swollen purple head between her engorged pussy lips, she lowered herself quickly, easily taking me up to the hilt in one motion. But rather than fucking me furiously, as I had expected, Cathy simply gave out a long sigh and leaned her back against my chest, her head resting on my right shoulder, her left cheek pressed against mine. "Can you see them okay, baby?" she whispered. "I want us to watch them while we fuck." "I can see just fine," I responded, barely able to get the words out in my excitement and arousal. "Do you want them to watch us, too?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "Oh, fuck yes," she hissed. "I want them to watch me ride your cock. I want them to watch you fuck me. I want them to watch me cum." I was surprised and excited by the crude language coming from my normally reserved wife. And with that, Cathy began to ride me slowly, leaning forward periodically to brace herself with her hands on my knees, then back again so I could play with her clit. We watched as Trish experienced what must have been a massive orgasm, courtesy of Scott's apparently very talented tongue. Her eyes were closed tight, her body trembling as the sensations washed over her. She panted and moaned as she thrust her hips over and over, upward against her husband's mouth. And during the entire event, Cathy simply continued to ride my cock slowly, her warm, wet tunnel gripping me like a velvet glove. When Trish's orgasm subsided, Scott wasted little time moving on to the second act of their most impressive show. As Trish's limp body half sat, half lay against the loveseat, Scott stood up quickly and began to remove his remaining clothes. He ripped off his white dress shirt, then jerked down his slacks and boxers in one smooth motion, leaving him totally naked and beautifully lit by the candlelight and flickering fireplace. He stood in profile as he undressed and when his cock sprang free of his boxers, Cathy uttered a spontaneous gasp, "Oh . . . my . . . god!" she panted. And I didn't have to ask what she was talking about. Scott's cock was obviously very much in proportion with his large physical stature, and despite its considerable length and girth, it jutted upward at a 45-degree angle. It truly looked as if you could have hung a 50-pound weight from it. The sight of Scott's most impressive manhood had an immediate effect on Cathy. She immediately began to increase the pace with which she was riding me, until she was almost bouncing up and down. She lowered herself with such force over and over again that I worried what might happen if I accidentally popped out for even a moment. I had seen that episode of Grey's Anatomy and I didn't want to end up with a fractured penis like Dr. McSteamy. Instead of turning immediately toward his wife, who had been revived enough by now that she was watching all the action again, Scott turned first toward Cathy and me until he was facing us directly. As his eyes devoured Cathy's body, which was so clearly on display, he grasped his rigid member and stroked himself slowly as he watched my wife give me the fucking of my life. His face bore the look of admiration and appreciation as he merely grinned and jacked himself off, increasing his pace until he matched the speed with which Cathy was slamming herself down on me over and over and over. It took only moments of this for Cathy to cum with a ferocity that was unmatched in the life of our relationship. I felt the waves of pleasure ripple through her pussy as she squeezed me over and over like a hot liquid vice. Her body first went rigid, then began to tremble uncontrollably, until she finally collapsed against me, her back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Apparently satisfied with what he'd seen, Scott then turned his attention back to Trish, turning her around until she was lying lengthwise on the loveseat, one foot on the floor and the other stretched over his shoulder. Cathy and I watched as Scott positioned himself at her opening, adjusted the angle of his hips slightly, then plunged his massive rod into her in one hard, deep thrust that ended only when his heavy balls slapped against Trish's ass. As he finally hit bottom, the air seemed to rush from Trish's lungs as if she'd been punched in the gut. However, the rapt expression on her face made it clear that the only sensation she was feeling was pure pleasure. Scott wasted no time. He began thrusting vigorously, drawing himself nearly all the way out of her welcoming tunnel, before burying his cock over and over again. And even in the subdued lighting, his cock gleamed with the wetness of Trish's nectar. Having not yet cum myself, it was impossible to watch their erotic display without the expected reaction. Fortunately, Cathy had come to life again and was once more moving up and down on my slippery pole. However, at this point, I was so aroused that I was no longer content merely to sit there and let my wife do the work. So I quickly lifted myself up and pushed her forward until we were joined doggy style, both of us facing our two friends on the loveseat. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to last very long, given the incredible visual stimulation, not to mention the physical sensations I was enjoying, I gripped Cathy's hips with both hands and began to thrust with an intensity that mimicked Scott's. In moments I was matching him thrust for thrust. The room was filled with the sights, the sounds, the smells of sex. Bodies slapping against each other. Grunts, moans, panting. Whimpers of pleasure. And that primitive, musky aroma that elicits the instinctive animal response in each of us. But, of course, it was impossible to ignore the visual--the amazing sight of Scott driving his prodigious manhood into Trish's beautiful body over and over . . . along with the knowledge that they were watching Cathy and me in the same voyeuristic manner. Soon, there were the inevitable cries of pleasure, the unintelligible words of release as Scott and I released our seed almost simultaneously, filling our wives with the hot, sticky byproduct of our New Year's Eve adventure. When the cries of pleasure had died out, the four of us collapsed into two heaps of naked flesh—Scott and Trish on the loveseat and Cathy and me on the floor. I think we must have literally passed out from exhaustion and sexual overload, for how long, I'm not sure. The next thing I remembered was Cathy waking me gently and pulling me toward our bedroom, stopping just long enough to pull a blanket from a chest by the fireplace and spread it carefully over Scott and Trish. The two of us then padded down the hall and collapsed again on our own bed. I'm not sure how long I slept, but sometime in the early morning hours I woke again. Cathy seemed to still be sleeping deeply, but I couldn't go back to sleep this time. All the events of the night before kept running through my brain. Had all that really happened, or was it some kind of erotic dream? If it had happened, what did it mean . . . to our friendship with Scott and Trish . . . to our marriage? These were not thoughts that produced restful slumber, so I eased myself out of bed so as not to wake my wife, and tiptoed down the hall, wondering what I was going to say to Scott and Trish if they were awake. To my surprise, however, the family room was empty. Their clothes were gone and they had left a note on the coffee table. "Thanks for a great New Year's Eve," it read. "We caught a taxi home. We need to talk. Scott and Trish." Indeed, we do need to talk. But the first conversation has to be between Cathy and me. We have to decide exactly where we go from here. **** Author's Note: I had intended to end the story after Chapter 2. However, the way it evolved leaves things open for at least one more. However, I don't know for certain whether I'm really inspired to write another. Please let me know by your comments or emails whether you'd like to read more about Dan and Cathy and Scott and Trish.