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A New Years Resolution

By: Many Feathers



I love the holidays. I enjoy the time spent with friends and family during this time of year. There's something to be said for being in a festive mood during this season, especially when a very attractive next-door neighbor becomes extremely festive. Though I guess a better term to describe her would simply be...horny.

Jack and Dawn have been our very good friends and neighbors now for nearly two years having moved into the house directly behind ours. I first met Jack about a week after they had moved in. I was out painting the fence that separated our backyard from theirs when he came across his yard to introduce himself to me.

"Hello," he'd said walking over towards the fence when he saw me setting things up in preparation for painting. "I guess we're neighbors," he'd begun saying cheerfully. "Jack Roberts...my wife's name's Dawn," he added though at the moment she was nowhere in sight. I'd only caught a brief glimpse of Dawn once before while she'd been helping put things away into the storage unit behind their house. I'd noticed then that she was a smaller than averaged size woman, wearing her light-brown hair long, pulled back into a ponytail. 

"David Peterson," I said shaking his hand over the fence, which wasn't all that easy to do as I was standing a good foot or more above him because of the way our deck was situated. "My wife's name is Cindy," I responded in kind to his unspoken inquiry.

"Listen...let me go in on half of the paint for the fence," he'd offered. "After all, your having built it in the first place is going to save me a chunk of money from having to build one myself. It's the least I can do. And besides, with two of us painting, it will take us both half the time!"

I'd barely known Jack's name and already I liked him. Warm, friendly, obviously outgoing as well as being outspoken, I felt in the short time we'd stood there chatting together that we had an awful lot in common.

When we'd first moved into the house, building a large redwood deck as well as installing an enclosed hot tub for us to enjoy, we'd put up the fence for privacy of course, but had included a small gate connecting our back yard to our then neighbors. The intention had been to get to know all of our neighbors well enough to strike up some friendships, as well as be able to invite them to come over to hot tub with us from time to time. The idea of including a small gate between our yard and theirs had been with the intention of making it easier for us to visit one another rather than walking half way around the block in order to do so. As it turned out, our then neighbors weren't anything like either Cindy or myself, and were in fact pretty anti-social. He'd gone so far as to actually padlock the gate on his side to keep us from using it for one thing, and for the other, making what we both felt was a very obvious statement about being friends with them for the other.

"I hope you don't mind my asking," Jack inquired. "But is there a reason why you have a lock on this gate?" He asked fingering the old rusted lock holding it up for me to see.

That's when I told him how we'd initially installed the gate with the hopes that we'd get to know all of our neighbors better, and be able to have them come over and tub with us, or simply make it a hell of a lot easier to simply visit.

"So in other words...this isn't your lock then." 

"Nope!" I'd said simply. Seconds later Jack returned from his storage shed with a pair of bolt cutters. A moment after that the gate swung open, something it hadn't done in nearly two years. In a way, it was like having a ribbon cutting ceremony or something. I almost felt like celebrating it in fact, and suggested off hand that when we actually did finish painting both sides of the fence, that it might be a great idea to get together for a barbeque and maybe even a little hot-tubing afterwards.

"I think Dawn would really like that!" Jack stated. Her best friend lives several hours away now, and though she spends an almost indecent amount of time with her on the phone, it's not the same as actually having someone you can sit down and share a cup of coffee with you know? Oh, unless of course your wife doesn't drink coffee," he said laughing.

"No worries there," I told him. Cindy loves coffee for one thing. But for another...she'll talk your ear off if given half the chance. So you might want to warn your wife about that. Cindy's best friend lives out of state too, so she stores up about a years worth of gossip for whenever the two of them finally do get together. She's not one for spending a lot of time on the phone, preferring to actually speak to someone in person. She's what you might call a 'touchy-feely' sort of individual I guess." 

Jack laughed, "She prefer doing the touching? Or getting the feely?" He said jokingly. Although I had already made up my mind that I liked him, his comment had seemed a bit on the intimate side and I wondered if he was actually suggesting anything.

"Probably a little of both," I said ducking the question, trying to keep the conversation as light and as friendly as I felt that he honestly was.

Jack gave me a curious look but didn't pursue anything. "Well...if we're still neighbors over the Christmas holiday's this coming year, maybe Dawn will include you in her New Years resolution," he said offhandedly.

"Her New Years resolution?" I asked back. "Which is?" I added cautiously curious.

Once again Jack snickered. "Might be better if you asked her yourself sometime. Though I doubt highly she'd tell you even. But if she and your wife hit it off, you might have your wife ask her sometime about what it means. If Dawn and Cindy become as good of friends as I think you and I will, it's very possible she'll find out for you."

"Ok," I said speaking the word very slowly. It was a slight hiccup in our otherwise perfect start to a new friendship. Whatever secret he and his wife shared regarding this New Years resolution of hers, theirs for that matter, we'd learn about it in due time.

Shortly after that Jack disappeared back inside his house to change into some work clothes. When he returned, Dawn was with him carrying what looked to be like a plate of freshly baked cookies. I was about to turn around, run into the house to get Cindy when the sliding doors opened to our patio area and she walked out. Obviously she'd been watching everything through the kitchen window, and had seen their approach realizing that the gate was now officially open again.

Jack and I immediately made introductions all around. Dawn presented the plate full of cookies to my wife. "Would you guys care for some coffee?" She asked excitedly. "I just made a fresh pot."

Jack and I looked at one another knowingly.

"Maybe we should plan on having a barbeque later on this evening," Cindy offered almost immediately after that. "Good way to get to know one another better," she concluded.

Jack and I glanced at each other again and laughed simultaneously.

"What?" Cindy and Dawn said nearly in unison.

From the start, it was as though they had known one another for years. Dawn followed Cindy into the house. Jack and I got the fence painted, and though we never did get our coffee, the girls spent nearly the entire afternoon getting to know one another. By the time we actually did fire up the barbeque, we all felt like we'd been friends for years rather than just having met that very morning.

We'd been digesting our perfectly done steaks for over an hour, getting even better acquainted when to my surprise, Cindy suggested that maybe the four of us should hot tub. As it was the early part of fall, though the days were still fairly warm, the evenings were just cool enough to enjoy using it again.

"That sounds like a great idea Cindy," I said excitedly standing to open the cover and let it breathe a little prior to using it.

"I think maybe it would be a good idea if you wore a suit though," she added seriously. "After all, we just met our new neighbors...no sense scaring them away right off the bat!"

Fact was... I absolutely hated having to wear a suit while hot tubing. "Yes dear," I answered sarcastically smiling at our friends.

Then they surprised us. "Listen, if you guys prefer to tub nude, don't let that stop you. As long as we're not talking wife-swapping here or anything," Jack said teasingly. "I don't think that either Dawn or I would have any problems with doing that either." He did look her way however seeking confirmation.

"Maybe if you keep the outside lights off," she said chiming in. Though I think she'd said that more for my wife's benefit than for any concerns she might have had, as Cindy seemed to appear somewhat relieved after Dawn had made that suggestion.

"Yeah, we can do that," Cindy grinned.

Inside, the naughty little boy in me was jumping up and down silently yelling, "goody...goody...goody!"

"Would you care for some wine?" I asked in a mellow reserved voice.

"That would be nice, thank you," Dawn smiled at me. And I thought I saw a hint of more in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Goody! Uh, great!" I said sounding a bit too enthusiastic, trying to calm my inner-self, "I'll get us some plastic wine glasses for the tub."

"Where ah, should we?"" Dawn stammered slightly looking at my wife. 

"Oh, sorry, there are some terry cloth robes we use to tub in that are hanging in the downstairs bathroom behind the door. Help yourself to those. I'll see how David's coming along with the wine, so we'll meet you outside in the tub whenever you're ready," she told them.

Cindy and I were both in the tub, somewhat nervously waiting for Jack and Dawn's arrival. "Behave yourself," Cindy told me impishly as her full breasts bobbed just below the water line.

"Me? I saw the way you were ogling Jack!" I teased back. "And if his dick's bigger than mine is..."

"Shh...here they come," Cindy stated lowering herself even further into the water.

To my surprise, and no doubt to Cindy's as well, Dawn promptly took off her bathrobe and nonchalantly placed it carefully over the coat stand we'd placed outside by the tub just for the occasion. Dawn wasn't flat chested by any means, but she had much smaller breasts than Cindy did. Her nipples however were gorgeous. I found myself staring at them as she stepped gingerly into the tub, allowing herself to slowly become accustomed to the temperature of the water.

"David?" Cindy said turning my attention back towards her, frowning at me when I did.

"Yeah?" I said a bit sheepishly.

"Would you mind pouring us all some wine?" She said keeping my attention focused on her rather than in so openly staring at the sexy neighbor. In the brief period I had been able to look, it was a rather nice surprise to see that Dawn's pussy, though very neatly trimmed, wasn't merely a thin strip of pubic hair that had seemingly become so fashionably popular as of late. Many of my friends and I had given the new style the moniker of "Fucking stripes" as we'd begun referring to them. Even Cindy had shaved hers completely for me, which was much preferable to having what I considered a useless strip of Velcro stuck between a woman's legs. 

I'd managed to pour wine into one glass, sitting it down on the side bar, and began to pour the second when Jack discarded his robe and stepped down into the tub. Cindy turned just as he did, suddenly moving the glass away from me just as I began pouring.

"Ah Cindy?"

"Yeah?" She said still looking as Jack finally slid down inside the tub.

"The wine?"

"Oh...yeah, sorry," she responded. I laughed, catching her look of embarrassment. "What? I said I was sorry!" she stated again.

"Ah huh." Truth of the matter was, Jack really did have a rather nice looking cock and considering the fact that I wasn't at all interested in men, it was actually quite the honest compliment coming from me. Jack wasn't enormously well endowed which I was somewhat grateful for, but even I had to admit he had what I would have to call the "perfect penis". Size, shape, thickness, everything about it looked beautiful. And that was in a totally flaccid state. I could only begin to wonder what it might look like when aroused, found myself wondering about that, and had to shake the thought off. Luckily Dawn sat up considerably over in the corner of the tub across from me baring those rather prominently dark colored nipples when she did. I noticed almost immediately that my wife had sat up in her corner of the tub a moment after Dawn had, exposing herself considerably to Jack's view as he sat in the opposite corner across from her.

"Well now, isn't this nice?" Dawn said smiling as I handed her, her glass of wine.

Jack suggested a toast at that point to "New friends! And even better relationships!" We all touched plastic in response, drinking in toast to that new friendship. Privately, I was enjoying the view as both Cindy as well as Dawn had sat up, revealing themselves entirely as we finished our toast.

"So...how many other friends do the two of you hot tub nude with?" Jack asked casually.

"Well actually, none. Except now for you guys," I added jokingly. "Cindy and I do so all the time of course, but everyone else that we know is pretty inhibited. Not like it hasn't been playfully suggested before, but no one else until you guys actually agreed to do it."

Dawn laughed. "So we're the very first then huh?" I simply nodded my head yes in response, taking another drink to calm my excited nerves, using the maneuver to allow myself another brief look at her exposed tits. "Well I guess that makes the four of us best friends then doesn't it?"

"Sounds like another toast to me," I said reaching for the wine bottle in order to refill everyone's glass.

"Careful David...like I said, lets not scare away the neighbors the first night we get together ok?"

"Oh, you think David and Jack would dare try to get you and I drunk so they could try and take advantage of the situation?" Dawn questioned.

"Oh, something like that," Cindy said eyeing me over the rim of her glass.

"Well, don't worry about it, it's still too far away from the holidays for anything like that to happen," Dawn said simply.

Jack gave me a knowing look, and I was immediately reminded of our earlier conversation. At the same instant however, as though he'd been reading my mind, he gave me an appreciative shake of his head "no" as though urging me not to bring the subject up. And though I wasn't one hundred percent sure that's what he had indicated to me, I let the matter drop and never mentioned even remotely what we'd spoken about earlier.

I was beginning to think that perhaps they were both a little more inhibited than what I had begun to imagine when after several glasses of wine, Jack and Dawn cuddled up in the far corner together. It seemed like a natural normal thing to do of course, so I immediately coaxed Cindy into coming over to sit by me. Curious perhaps, she placed her hand down into my lap.

"Ah hah...just as I thought. You're horny!" She announced candidly to everyone. Cindy really wasn't much of a drinker. And though far from being drunk, she was feeling the affects of the wine just enough to cause her to more openly vocalize her thoughts and opinions. The sound of both Jack and Dawn snickering to her accusation once again garnered our attention towards them.

"Well, don't think you're all alone in that David. Jack's a little bit amorous himself. He's always had this little fantasy to make love to me in a hot tub. I think the wine's been stimulating that fantasy, not to mention something else!" Dawn said, her hand obviously down somewhere between Jack's legs.

The wine was getting to me too, but it wasn't me that surprised everyone in the next instant, but Cindy when she spoke.

"That's been one of my fantasy's too. But believe it or not, the two years we've had the tub, we've never not once done that." I felt her hand enclose my hardened cock, giving it a very familiar and knowing pull.

"Cindy!" I exclaimed, surprised on the one hand that she'd gone so far as to tell Jack and Dawn that in the first place, but equally surprised on the other that she seemed almost eager to fulfill that particular fantasy right here and now.

"We've done other stuff," I offered meekly, as though the fact we hadn't actually fucked in the tub was strange in and of itself. Especially since we obviously could have on any number of occasions.

"How come you haven't then?" Dawn questioned just as Jack had asked, "What other stuff?"

"You go first," I told Cindy, smiling and indicating to Jack with a look that I'd share with him the other momentarily. He grinned back, anxiously waiting to hear.

"Well, one reason we never have is because every time we do come out here, it's to relax. It's rare that we ever make it out of the bedroom if David's horny, or if I am," she added shyly. Truth of it was, I was surprised at Cindy's honest admission. Especially as she was sharing some pretty intimate thoughts with people we hardly even knew all that well...yet anyway.

"And the other?" Jack prompted looking at me. I glanced quickly towards my wife, but didn't see any signs that I was treading on thin ice here.

"Well as you're no doubt already aware, the water does tend to make you float a little. We'd discovered that during one of those rare evenings when we actually were being a bit frisky out here in the tub. Going down on Cindy while I knelt here in the middle as she floated on the surface just holding on to the side of the tub was pretty fucking hot!" I said painting everyone a pretty vivid picture.

"David!" Cindy exclaimed. "You just said the "F" word! "Maybe Dawn and Jack don't appreciate hearing that kind of language," she admonished me.

"Oh? But telling them I went down on you's ok?" I shot back at her. Even Cindy blushed over that one, realizing how silly that really was under the circumstances. I turned back around to face our new friends and saw that Jack was openly caressing his wife's tit. Dawn had positioned herself upon her husband's lap, and it was even more obvious the potential position they had placed themselves in.

"How'd that feel?" Dawn asked, surprising Cindy and I both. She seemed to move imperceptibly while she sat there, but it was obvious she was moving. Added to that of course the reality of what we could see, as Jack fondled her small perky breast, it was evident to both of us that Jack and Dawn were becoming quite aroused by our intimate little conversation.

"Pretty nice actually," Cindy said with a lusty sounding edge to her voice when she said it. "Course...David's pretty good with his tongue anyway, so even in the hot-tub..." She left off saying, smiling wickedly.

"Oh really? That good huh? Maybe you should take lesson's from him Jack," Dawn responded, teasing her husband.

"Maybe we should get him to show us how it's done," he prompted. "I'd rather enjoy watching how it was they did that anyway," he added quickly quite seriously as he looked towards the two of us expectantly.

Once again I heard the naughty little boy inside my head jumping up and down delightedly, but at the same time afraid that the angry mother would soon send him off to the confines of his bedroom.

Cindy downed the remaining wine in her glass. "I'm not sure I'm drunk enough to do that in front of the two of you...yet," she said handing me the empty glass. I quickly refilled it, handing it back, watching as it became even more and more obvious that Jack and Dawn were in fact fucking, even if they were doing so rather slowly, rather secretly, though not quite so as one might imagine. 

In the next instant Cindy moved over closer to me all the while continuing to maintain her attention while looking and watching Jack and Dawn. Lifting her onto my lap was easy due to the buoyancy of the water of course. Sliding my cock into her pussy was even easier still. Cindy was about as wet as I'd ever found her to be, which meant she was really excited. And considering the fact we'd been sitting in the water, feeling that extra special wetness as my prick slipped inside that satin split spoke volumes.


A New Years Resolution



"Well, looks like we're all satisfying our little fantasy," Jack once again said stating the obvious.

"Looks like," Dawn moaned in confirmation that the two of them had indeed been doing what Cindy and I now were.

Cindy began fucking me in earnest as her desires took over, melting away any and all inhibitions she might have had. Sliding up and down against me with movements that indicated just how aroused she really was, as well as how much she was truly enjoying this became even more apparent when the jets suddenly turned off ending the normal pulsations from the whirlpool. Too involved to stop and worry about turning them back on again, Cindy continued fucking against me, causing a new wave of water to begin slapping against the sides of the tub. Across from us, Jack and Dawn increased their own tempo. Soon, the water was moving nearly as violently as it would if the jets had actually been on.

The groans that Cindy and I were hearing just barely across from us merely added to our own excitement. Soon, both Cindy and I had joined them in vocally expressing our pleasures of what we were all doing in front of one another.

"God! I can't believe we waited this long before actually doing this!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Cindy said already so far gone, and so close to orgasm as it was that I expected her to fly a part at the seams at any moment now.

"I think Cindy just said the "F" word," Jack said innocently, snickering.

"Now you shut up, and start fucking me too, harder in fact!" Dawn warned, slamming herself down on his cock allowing a soft mewling cry of pleasure escape as she did. 

Hearing the delightful sounds of their coupling, with the water sloshing all around us moving solely because of the four of us fucking, intensified the rather surrealistic atmosphere as we continued enjoying ourselves in front of one another in the semi darkness.

Cindy and I learned a few moments later that Dawn was quite the groaner when it came to having an orgasm. I don't think I'd ever heard a woman actually moan in that deep of a voice before, or quite that long in fact when she did climax. The sound of her orgasm triggered my own, which I was usually pretty good at holding off from having until after Cindy usually had. In this case however, I felt my prick blossom, expanding with overwhelming need and desire. Seconds later I was pouring myself inside my wife's more than slippery cunt. Knowing how much she liked me to pinch and squeeze her nipples when she came, I had begun doing so before she had neared her own orgasm, doing so while having mine. I felt her cunny tighten around me just as I jettisoned my last pleasurable squirt inside of her when I felt her cunt contract and begin to spasm in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, don't stop...don't stop!" Cindy wailed just as I had begun slowing down. Immediately I increased my thrusting back inside of her even though my cock had already lost a fraction of its original firmness. Thankfully, there was more than enough stiffness to bring about the desired, anticipated result as Cindy toppled over the edge. Though I hadn't heard anything significant coming out of Jack's mouth, I had heard what I thought was a welcome grunt. When Cindy and I both came back down to earth, Dawn was already sitting next to her husband no longer sitting in his lap as she had been.

"Wow, that was certainly an unexpected surprise," she said coquettishly looking just a tiny bit embarrassed, yet thoroughly satisfied at the same time.

"You can say that again," Cindy said slipping off of me, sliding down beside me.

I quickly lit up a smoke taking a nice long pull from it.

"Why is it that a cigarette always tastes so damn good after an orgasm?" Dawn asked. "May I have one?"

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you even smoked." I said lighting a second one up for her. I didn't recall seeing her or Jack smoking at all anytime during the entire day.

"Oh, I don't usually. Only if I've just had a really nice cum, and then, only if someone happens to have one they're willing to give me," she sat grinning. 

That comment immediately raised all kinds of interesting questions. Once again however, I kept my thoughts to myself. Something told me that certain answers to unasked questions would be forth coming, given a little more time.

#

Though we had certainly continued to visit and socialize with Jack and Dawn, nearly an entire month had gone by without even a hint of anything remotely sexual in nature between any of us. Aside from a few naughty jokes here and there, even the expected flirting seemed to be cautious amongst us. I'd pretty much decided that what had happened outside in our hot tub had been one of those "In the right place at the right time" experiences, that, and nothing more.

The weeks continued to pass and though we'd invited Jack and Dawn to hot tub with us again, it seemed like they always had something planned or as I began to suspect, were purposely avoiding placing themselves in another situation similar to the one we'd quite honestly enjoyed with them. Both Cindy and I still enjoyed their company however whenever we did manage to get together, deciding that our one and only 'experience' with them was just that, an experience. A couple of weeks shortly before the Christmas holidays I came downstairs on a Saturday morning fresh out of the shower to discover that Dawn had come over for a visit. She and Cindy were sitting at our kitchen table sharing a cup of coffee together. Although I was wearing only a bathrobe at the time, we were still all comfortable around one another that I didn't feel the least bit awkward as I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table joining them.

"We've been invited to a Christmas party," Cindy told me. "Jack and Dawn are hosting it, and asked us to come."

"When?"

"This coming Saturday," Dawn told me. "I hope you'll come." 

Looking at her as she spoke, there was a certain expression in her eyes. I was confident I hadn't misread her inflection. When she'd said, "come" she'd said it like describing an orgasm as opposed to an invitation to attend their party.

"We're going shopping this morning," Cindy announced. "Dawn thought it might be fun for us to find something sexy to wear to the party." 

Once again I was hesitant to infer anything into that, but Dawn's comment about finding something sexy to wear was certainly interesting. "Sounds like a fine idea to me." I said not quite staring at Dawn. It was then that I also noticed something else. Dawn was wearing a very tight fitting pink sweater. As small as her perky uplifted breasts were, she could easily go without wearing a bra. And as I looked, it was obvious to me that she wasn't wearing one now. Her incredibly large swollen nipples were pressing against the material almost to the point where I could make out every tiny little bump around her areolas.

"Well...guess I'd better hurry upstairs and finish getting dressed," Cindy stated scooting her chair out from beneath the table. "I'll be down as quickly as I can," she said looking towards Dawn, smiling with that same mischievous smile I'd seen her smile before whenever there was more going on that what met the eye.

"No hurry kiddo," Dawn told her. "I'll just have another cup of coffee with David here while I wait."

Cindy quickly disappeared upstairs as Dawn pushed her empty coffee mug towards me. "Looks like you could use a refill yourself," she said smiling.

The naughty boy came out of his room to play at that moment. Eyeing Dawn's twin nipply sweater covered points of interest, I picked up my cup draining the last of the coffee from it, simultaneously undoing the sash on my robe sufficiently that I knew it would part when I stood. Or hoped that it would anyway.

I reached across the table retrieving her mug as well as mine and stood. What I didn't know was that the tie to my robe had become tangled slightly with one of the ties on the seat cushions. When I had hoped for an accidental slight opening of my robe, I instead gave Dawn the full "Monty" as the seat cushion effectively pulled my robe completely a part when I stood. Though not fully aroused, I was sufficiently firm to at least not entirely embarrass myself. Standing now holding a cup in each hand realizing simultaneously what had really happened, I feigned surprise at finding myself fully revealed to her.

"Shit!" I said adding to the drama, quickly spinning around to head off towards the coffee pot, cups in hand. Outwardly I was grinning from ear to ear at the unexpected additional little show I had just performed. Inwardly, my naughty self was giving me a standing ovation.

"Too bad today's Saturday and not Tuesday," Dawn said casually. A comment that made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever, confusing the naughty child in me at the same moment, effectively ending the applause.

I carried our cups over to the counter setting them down. A second later I had retied my sash securely around my robe. Pouring us both a fresh cup, I returned to the table modestly covered, even managing to blush slightly as I did. In my head, I saw the naughty boy arms folded across his chest pouting sullenly. 

"Sorry about that," I said meekly. Dawn was grinning however still looking towards my now completely covered crotch.

"Enjoyed the show," she began, but continued before I could respond to her comment. "Did Jack mention anything to you about our New Years resolutions?" She asked taking her cup from me, sipping it as she looked at me over the rim of the steaming mug.

"Resolutions?" I threw back at her playing dumb. "He might have said something to me in passing," I added as she obviously waited for a firmer response. "I don't recall any details though."

"I'm not surprised. Jack usually prefers it if I'm the one to give the explanation." 

"Explanation? For what?" I said playing dumber and dumber.

"I'll tell you...if you open your robe again for me," she said. Naughty boy was screaming in my ear.

"Shut up." I thought to myself. "Let me think." He fell silent.

"By the way, how did you manage to do that anyway? That was no accident," she smiled knowingly, "Nicely done though."

Now I really was blushing. More importantly, naughty boy had retreated back to his bedroom.

"No...really. The tie on my robe somehow got tangled up with the cushion," I said defensively, still trying to worm my way out of her discovery.

"Ah huh, well, either way. I'll tell you mine, if you show me yours," she said with an obviously sounding lustiness to the tone of her voice.

I didn't need my naughty self to tell me what to do when I answered. Though he would have been proud of me anyway. "Pull up your sweater and show me those tits," I said boldly. "Then I will."

Once again Dawn smiled, baring her teeth this time however. But in the next instant she reached down pulling her sweater up well over her breasts, giving me a very delightful view of those magnificent dark pink colored nipples.

Where I had been firm before, I was now full on hard as I undid my sash, parting my robe.

"That's more like it," she said continuing to grin. "I'd have been disappointed in you if you had looked the same way now." I watched as Dawn reached up, fingering both nipples, making them even harder if that was possible, than they had been.

"You were saying?" I asked, feeling my cock twitch involuntarily which she happily noticed.

"That it's too bad it's Saturday and not Tuesday," she responded once again.

"I think I missed something somewhere," I told her, honestly confused at this point. "What's that got to do with your New Years resolution?"

"Several years ago Jack and I went to a party shortly before Christmas. One of Jack's co-workers made a subtle pass at me by placing his hand on the back of my ass. Jack saw him do it of course, and saw as well that I didn't do anything to force his co-worker into removing his hand. Truth was, we were both a little tipsy, and I was enjoying the attention."

Although I was focused on every word Dawn was telling me, my eyes were riveted on her tits as she continued playing with them.

"Touch yourself for me while I finish my story," she calmly requested as though it were the most natural thing in the world to be doing, and have asked me. Almost automatically I began doing so, though now keeping one eye and one ear for any sounds from my wife's return while I did. I began slow stroking my prick, much to Dawn's obvious delight as she grinned, continuing.

"A few minutes later I saw Jack do nearly the same thing to another woman whom I had teased him about having the 'hots' for earlier. Surprisingly, I found myself more than a little bit jealous, even a little angry and was determined to up the ante on the naughty little game we'd begun playing."

In my head...someone else was anxiously waiting to hear the rest of the story too. "So then what happened?" I asked stroking my prick a little more rapidly. Dawn must have decided to raise the stakes on our particular game that we were playing as she suddenly hiked her skirt up, pulling her panties down nearly to her knees. I watched with renewed interest becoming considerably more aroused as she began fingering herself while sitting there telling me her story.

"I walked over to the guy who had placed his hand on my ass and promptly fondled the front of his crotch, letting him know that I was interested in doing a lot more for him too. Leading him outside onto the balcony, even as cold as it was, I unzipped him, withdrew his cock and proceeded to give him the best fucking blowjob of his life. Not before I was sure that Jack could see what I was doing to him of course."

"Of course," I said agreeing, though still not as yet understanding any of this.

"After I had let him cum in my mouth, I looked around to see if Jack was still watching, but he had disappeared. I didn't think too much about it, figuring he was off in corner sulking. But nearly an hour later when he still hadn't resurfaced, I went looking for him, especially after discovering the tramp I'd seen him fondling earlier wasn't anywhere in sight either."

Dawn withdrew her finger from between her legs, slipped it between her lips and sucked it. "Damn, I wish I was sucking you instead of my finger," she said catching me off guard interrupting her own story.

"Naughty self was jumping up and down screaming, "Do it then! Do it!"

"But I'll have to be content with this," Dawn said slipping her hand back down between her legs, nodding at me as she continued playing with herself, reminding me in her focused look that I was to continue doing the same, which I had momentarily ceased to continue doing. "Just don't cum...yet," she asked of me.

"Anyway," I prompted, once again stroking my cock for her while she watched.

"Anyway, after a short search, I found Jack and the black haired tramp busily engaged in a '69' with one another in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I was going to cause a scene; you know...throw an angry tantrum because my husband was busily munching away on another woman's cunt. Sure...I know, how could I be angry or mad after what I'd done? You're asking yourself."

"Ok...I'll ask that question," I said amusedly.

"Truth was...I couldn't. But even more importantly, watching the two of them was very arousing. I soon found myself closing the door, leaning against it, hiking up my dress around my waist where I could begin fingering myself as I watched the two of them continue to pleasure one another orally."

"Fuck!" I said groaning as the image of that flooded my mind.

"Don't you dare cum!" Dawn warned. "I'm not quite that close yet myself." 

I noticed however that she began finger-fucking her pussy a little more seriously.

"So...later, much later...after we returned home. We had a long talk. A very long talk about everything that had happened, and how we'd both allowed our emotions and petty jealousy's get in the way of what should have been a very erotic, very sensual evening. It was from that, that we came to an agreement, or rather what we now call as our New years resolution, which we renew every New Years of course."

"Of course," I said jumping in, still clueless as to where any of this was headed.

"I'll explain what I mean," she said knowing full well that I was still in the dark. "But after..."

"After?"

"Yeah...After. I'm nearly there now. So if you are...cum with me so I can watch and listen to you. It will make my orgasm all the better." 

It was a simple matter of increasing my strokes as well as the friction. Within seconds I was grunting right along with her as we both rapidly approached climax. It was also at that moment that Naughty boy reminded me I had no place to "shoot the spunk" so to speak.

Frantically, I searched about looking for something to use to catch my ejaculation with. Realizing my dilemma, Dawn laughed, picking up her coffee mug, draining it in one gulp and sliding it across the table towards me.

"Here...use this," she said as she did. Too close to find anything else, I stood up from my seat, continuing to jack my prick holding the mug over the end of it. Dawn stood up walking over to my side so she could watch, continuing to stand there, legs slightly spread as she slipped several fingers into her very wet, very squishy sounding cunt as she continued masturbating herself.

"You ready?" She asked breathlessly. "Cause baby, I am!"

"Oh fuck yes!" I hissed as the first of many very powerful, very forceful ejaculations began spurting inside the cup I stood somewhat foolishly holding over the end of my dick. Dawn let out a deep moan-full cry just as the first spurt splashed against the walls of the cup as she stood watching it.

"Oh yeah...squirt it baby...squirt it!" She cried out gleefully, deep in the throes of her own well-timed orgasm.

I stood there milking the last of the cream from my prick into the mug when the sounds of my wife's return reached both of our ears. In a flash, Dawn had straightened herself sitting demurely back down at the table. For myself, all I could do was place the cum-filled mug on the table, grab my sash retying it just seconds before Cindy came into the kitchen area. Picking up the coffee pot, she poured herself a fresh cup, and then carried it over to the table. I quickly placed my hand over my cup indicating I'd had enough, starring in horror, as Cindy appeared ready to pour coffee into Dawn's mug.

"Cream?" She asked just a split second before she began to pour.

"Actually no...I've had enough cream in my coffee for one day." Dawn said, picking her cup up, carrying it over to the sink to rinse. "And besides...we really should get going, you know how busy the stores are this time of year," she added smiling demurely, all the while looking towards me.

Relieved, I sat back down at the table watching the girls gathering up coats and purses. "See you in a little while honey," Cindy told me, bending over to give me a perfunctory kiss. 

They were nearly out the door when I heard Dawn turn towards my wife asking her a question. "By the way Cindy, do you and David have any New Years resolutions?" She asked. A second later, the door closed cutting off whatever response Cindy was about to make. It didn't make any difference anyway, as I knew she had purposely teased me with the question. But the real pisser, I still didn't know what the fuck their New Years resolution really was.

#

Moments after the girls had departed I grabbed that mug, washed and dried it and put it away into the cupboard. I wondered briefly if I'd ever be able to look at it again without remembering what had happened. "Probably not". I heard naughty self telling me.

I headed upstairs to dress, spending the next several hours nervously awaiting my wife's return. For starters, I was curiously interested in hearing how their afternoon together went. Hopefully Dawn would feel just as free talking to Cindy as she had been with me. If she was, I knew that Cindy would eventually share that with me. So I hoped anyway.




A New Years Resolution



Late that afternoon when they did return, Dawn headed immediately over to her place using the gate in the backyard to do so, so I never saw or spoke with her again that evening. Cindy seemed to be in a particularly good mood however, so I was once again hopeful that they had had a chance to share some interesting conversation with one another.

"So, did you find something sexy to wear?" I asked. Cindy beamed with the certain knowledge that she indeed had.

"Yes, we both did. I must say David, it was a rather interesting afternoon to say the least."

"Oh?" I asked curiously interested. "So what happened?" I had helped Cindy carry up several bags to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed while she went through everything removing the tags. Holding up one particularly interesting black dress, Cindy held it up in front of herself showing me the intricate pattern of lace criss-crossing in front where her breasts would be all but exposed.

"You like?" She said showing me. Cindy wasn't exactly shy about showing off her body, but in all the years we'd been married, I'd never seen her wear a dress quite that revealing before either.

"Hell yes!" I responded eagerly. "But I am surprised you actually bought that for yourself," I added.

"Actually, I probably wouldn't have. But Dawn talked me into trying it on. Oh...she told me I have really beautiful breasts by the way." I sat there with this image of my wife standing inside the dressing room, Dawn standing behind her fondling her breasts as she convinced her to try on the dress. Someone else was getting excited too.

"Then what happened?" I asked, already imagining the two of them fingering one another inside the dressing room.

"Well, I tried on the dress, and Dawn pointed out to me just how sexy I looked, and how every guy there at the party would probably fawn all over me," she added looking at me for any signs of me putting my foot down. Admittedly, that thought really hadn't occurred to me.

"I'm sure they will be," I said instead, giving my approval for her wearing the dress. Truth was, I really wasn't the jealous type and would secretly get quite a kick out of a few other men ogling my wife's tits.

"Anything else exciting happen?" I asked trying not to sound too interested, or too prying.

"Matter of fact, we went to lunch shortly after that. Did you know that Jack and Dawn have a New Years resolution that they've been observing all year long?" She asked me.

"I think Jack may have mentioned it," I said cautiously. "But he never told me what it was," I added quickly.

Cindy answered my question by asking one. "Do you know the reason why they always seemed to be busy every time we invited them over to hot tub after that first night?" 

"No...why?"

"Well, it wasn't because they didn't want to, that's for sure. It was because they were too tempted to let it remain as it had been that first night, and they didn't want us getting the wrong idea because of it."

Suddenly I was back to being confused all over again. "So what you're saying is, they had a good time, wanted to do more than that in fact, but because they were tempted, they figured they'd better not tub with us again in case we got the wrong ideas? Is that about it?"

"In a nutshell, yes."

"Oh...I see," I said shaking my head no that I really didn't understand at all.

"That's when Dawn told me about their promise they made one another."

"Ah oh!" I thought. "That's what she was trying to tell me about...they promised each other that after that particular Christmas party, they'd behave from now on or some such shit." I said to myself. "But then what was the deal this morning then?" I asked myself confusedly.

Cindy told me the whole story all over again. I sat there listening to it of course as though hearing it for the first time. I briefly wondered if Dawn had considered making Cindy play with herself while she told it again. After she'd finished telling me, I looked at her expectantly, there was still a "but" hanging out there somewhere. Thankfully, she had the answer to that unanswered question too.

"What Dawn told me was this..." I sat up straighter on the edge of the bed, intensely curious. "For the week prior to Christmas, and then the week after Christmas through New Years, they can fool around with anyone they like, no questions asked, no harm, no foul, as Dawn put it. But for the rest of the year, they agreed to remain totally and completely faithful to one another. No outside anything, except for a little harmless everyday flirtations, normal stuff. But NO outside curricular activities. So that was the reason why they shied away from hot tubing with us again. Not because they didn't enjoy it and in fact, Dawn mentioned to me how often they've fucked thinking about it. But they agreed until they could explain things to us regarding their promise, that it probably wouldn't be a good idea, in case we had any idea's and tried pressing the issue with them."

"So, you mean to tell me that they've agreed they can fool around on the side for just two weeks of the year?" I asked incredulously.

"Yep, that's about it."

Everything made perfect sense to me now of course. Though I think watching one another masturbating was stretching the flirtation thing a little. "So basically, come Tuesday then, they're both free to do whatever they'd like then huh?"

"Seems so," Cindy said hanging up her new dress. "What do you think of their New Years resolution anyway?" Cindy asked with her back turned towards me.

"Sounds kind of interesting I guess," I responded noncommittally, cautiously as this was entirely new ground here I was treading on with my wife. In addition, I couldn't help wondering what Cindy's true thoughts were on the subject, and certainly not about to tell her I thought it was pretty fucking cool. "I guess for two weeks, if it's something they both agree to and stick to, then if it works for them, and they're ok with it...who the hell am I to judge?" I ventured, dipping my toe in the water to test the temperature.

"That's sort of what I thought after I had a chance to digest what Dawn had shared with me. Oh...and something else too David. She and Jack have been wondering once we were aware of that, if we'd still be interested in their coming over to tub with us Tuesday evening."

Cindy finally turned to gage my reaction. Which admittedly had to look a little surprised at the obvious implication. 

"Dawn told me, that just because Tuesdays the start of their agreement, it didn't mean that we'd be expected to do anything any differently than what we did before. Only that if we were as like-minded, and then if you and I were both comfortable with it, that we'd just sort of all see how things went from there. But that this time, there was the potential for a lot more happening than it had the last time we were together."

Obviously their afternoon together had gotten Cindy fairly aroused, which surprised me a little. "So tell me, did she suck your tits while you stood in the dressing room together?" I asked making a joke, not really being serious with her, which was my intent on easing the slightly awkward moment I was experiencing.

"You're horny too huh?" Cindy said laughing. "I know, after I'd had a chance to think about it a little, the thought of their agreement sort of made me horny thinking about it too. You've got to admit David. For two weeks, they not only share and live their fantasies together, but they also know that that's all it is. For the entire rest of the year they know that neither one of them will ever do anything outside of their marriage. And besides, it gives them something to excitedly look forward to the following year don't you think?"

"What I think, is that I'd like to be licking your pussy." I said standing up, beginning to remove my clothing. After which, I think, you should call Dawn and invite she and Jack over to tub with us on Tuesday."

Cindy grinned ecstatically. "Maybe you should call her and tell her that yourself. I think she'd like that. Oh...and she asked me to ask you...how much cream you enjoy with your coffee." Naughty self had been standing there playing with his cock listening to all this. Suddenly, he turned and ran screaming into the night.

"What a strange question," I stated carefully.

"I thought so too, until Dawn told me you'd jerked off into your coffee mug." 

In abject horror I looked at her waiting for the roof to cave in. All Cindy did was laugh however. "Don't worry, she assured me you never laid a finger on her, though she still wonders how you managed to make the chair pull your robe open the way you did. Oh yeah, she also said that their agreement means not keeping any secrets from one another either." Cindy added still smiling. "Now, you still interested in licking my pussy? Or are you going to sit there and deny everything?" She asked questioningly.

"You really do have beautiful tits," I responded evasively as Cindy removed her bra.

"Ah huh," she said pushing me back down onto the bed, positioning herself over my face. "By the way...you did wash the mug out yes?"

"Yes dear," I barely managed to get out just as she lowered her very wet, very juicy tasting pussy down over my face.

#

Several hours later I called over to our neighbors. I was slightly disappointed when it was the sound of Jack's voice rather than Dawn's, when he answered the phone.

"Hi Jack...listen, I wanted to call and see if you guys were doing anything Tuesday night?"

"Like hot tubing?" He asked his voice hinting with excitement. 

"Matter of fact, yes," I answered, realizing as I did what I was agreeing to in not so many words.

"Terrific!" Jack responded enthusiastically. "Dawn's been anxious, as I have, to tub with you guys again, ever since that first night!" He said emphasizing the word, hinting at a lot more than that in having done so. "Oh...and David?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time you invite me over for coffee? Make sure you don't give me the same cup you used today ok?"

Stunned into silence, I just sat there on the phone trying to over come the shock of what I'd just heard. Seemingly long moments of silence passed before I heard Jack snicker on his end of the line. "Don't worry about it my friend," he stated still snickering. "Dawn's got a pretty sick sense of humor. Actually, I'd have probably done what you did."

Recovering slightly, I responded. "Ah well...yeah, thanks...I guess." Feeling slightly ill at ease just the same.

"By the way, you want us to bring anything with us?" He asked.

"Yeah, your swim suits," I deadpanned, now listening to the momentary silence on the other end.

"Very funny," e said finally catching on. "Actually, It's Dawn you should get back at. Maybe between now and Tuesday you and I can come up with something."

"I'd like that," I told him feeling considerably better. "Oh, you might tell Dawn that Cindy thinks she has nice tits too." I added, thinking to pull one over on Dawn, teasing her a little.

"Yeah, she already knows. Dawn told me that Cindy said she has sweet tasting nipples. I guess they really did have a little fun in that changing room didn't they?" Jack stated comfortably. "Ok, well we'll see you on Tuesday night then!"

"Cindy?" I called out to her upon hanging up the phone, undoing my pants taking them off and stroking my prick until it was nice and hard again.

"Yeah?" She called out to me from the upstairs bedroom where she was busy trying on clothes.

"I think you forgot to tell me something," I said as I climbed the stairs towards our room.

"What's that?" She called back to me.

"I'll ask you afterwards," I shot back.

"After what?"

"After you've sucked my cock honey," I said hearing Cindy laugh by way of an answer.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She asked suddenly appearing in the doorway, seeing that I was already hard as well as half naked as I approached her just then reaching the landing.

"Oh, something Jack told me, about you and Dawn in the dressing room?" 

"Oh yeah...that!" She said backing into the room looking a little sheepish all of a sudden.

"Yeah that!" I said leering at her. "So what else would you like to tell or share with me?" I pressed.

"Tell you what honey, I'll tell you all about it while you lick my pussy, then I'll suck you off afterwards how's that sound?"

"Sounds good," I admitted to her, adding, "They're coming over Tuesday by the way." 

"Sounds like fun." She said grinning at me as I approached her pushing her back onto the bed.

"So tell me, just exactly what did happen today?" I asked as the naughty boy inside sat anxiously waiting to hear every delicious 'naughty' detail.

#

Cindy and I were about as excited as two nervous teenagers about to "do it" for the very first time as we sat waiting for the appointed hour to arrive. There's a lot to be said for experiencing something a little new and different, which in this case was a different pussy for me, and a totally different penis for Cindy. Something neither one of us had experienced in several years now. I'd already opened a bottle of our best wine for the occasion, deciding to use real glass this time rather than plastic as I didn't want anything to mar the taste, nor dampen the special occasion we would be toasting this New Year's with.

Both naked, sitting around wearing our bathrobes, it felt deliciously naughty to be contemplating the possibilities while simply sitting there looking at one another, knowing that each of us was nude, excited about the evenings enjoyments which were just a short time ahead now.

Though Cindy and I hadn't discussed the ground rules at length, or at least obviously not to the extent that Jack and Dawn had. We'd already agreed to honor whatever resolution they'd made with one another, vowing to make our own New Years resolution when the time came, provided the two of us were still in agreement to do so after this evening. Cindy and I were both nervous. We'd discussed, even shared our most secret intimate fantasies with one another of course. But the reality said that sometimes fantasy is just that, often far better than ever really going through with doing it. Admittedly those thoughts ran around inside my mind, as I'm sure they were doing in Cindy's. The only difference being, I had a horny little helper constantly telling me I was going to be fucking and sucking "strange pussy" that was short circuiting any moral insecurities I might have had, not to mention a sudden, total lack of inhibitions.

Prompt as usual; Dawn and Jack arrived at the back door letting themselves in, as we'd all become comfortable doing over the past few months. Like us, it was evident they were naked beneath their bathrobes too. "You weren't really serious about the suits were you David?" Jack asked nervously. As he did, Dawn reached down opening my robe grabbing my still flaccid prick in her hand.

"Nope!" She confirmed almost immediately. "He's naked, though he's not hard yet though," she stated with a cute, sexy little pout on her face.

"Dawn!" Jack said warningly. "Remember? We discussed talking to Cindy and David before doing anything? I think walking in the door, grabbing the man's prick sort of qualifies as an anything, don't you?"

Though not exactly standing there in a state of shock, Dawn still hadn't as yet let go of my dick, continuing to hold it, if not sensually feeling me up as we stood there talking. Worried that perhaps things were moving a bit too quickly, especially in Cindy's case, I glanced over to where she was still sitting at the kitchen table when they'd first come in.

"Jack?" Cindy said grinning. "Dawn and I've already discussed 'things'...before hand." Neither one of us wanted to walk into any major surprises, one of which was having either one of us worried, concerned, or feeling uncomfortable by anything the other one wanted to do. I told her a couple of days ago to simply be herself. Part of the fun is seeing David's reaction to her. Walking in the door, grabbing his dick is all a part of the fun and excitement as far as I'm concerned. Unless of course David has a problem with her standing there playing with him." She questioned. "So, do you David?" She asked me.

"Ah no, not at all," I said happily, feeling my dick growing in her hand as she stood there caressing it.

"Good!" Cindy said standing up. As she did, her robe fell open immediately exposing her voluptuous full breasts to everyone.

"Damn...I wish I had tits as big as hers are," Dawn said gazing at her as we all were. Cindy smiled at Dawn in a way I'd never seen her smile before. Sexy, daring in a way. As she passed by her friend, I watched to my complete and utter surprise as she leaned over parting Dawn's robe, exposing her beautiful, though much smaller breasts, and then kissing one!

"Well fuck me!" I blurted in surprise.

"Maybe later." Dawn said, finally letting go of my prick, bending over to suck on one of Cindy's tits.

Jack was grinning from ear to ear. "Damn I love these two weeks of the year! Though I told Dawn in the beginning, she was free to do anything she wanted to with a woman...any time she wanted, regardless of our agreement," he added.

"So you're telling me that she and Cindy have been fooling around behind our backs?" I asked teasingly, not serious at all.

"Hell, they've probably gone down on one another a dozen times or more by now old buddy." Jack told me with a straight face.

I spun around on my heel once again facing my wife. "Gotcha!" She told me. "I knew that would get your attention. You guys have no idea how many times he's begged me to do something with another woman. Never have David," she said looking at me eye to eye. "Until now anyway."

"Very funny," I replied almost wishing she had been. 

"Well, shall we?" Cindy suggested leading the way outside to the tub. "Oh David? Would you mind grabbing the wine and the glasses?" She asked as I watched the three of them disappear outside.

A few minutes later I joined them. As I approached the tub I was a little surprised to find that Cindy and Jack were already sitting together, rather closely in fact in the farthest, darkest corner. Dawn sat kitty-corner across from them patiently waiting for me to join her. I quickly sat the four wine glasses down on the side bar along with the bottle of wine, hung up my robe and then stepped down into the tub.

I waded over back to the side bar to begin pouring the wine when I felt Dawn's hand snaking up between my legs. "Nope, still not hard yet," she said jokingly. As difficult as it was to pour the wine with Dawn's hand fingering and cupping my balls, I somehow managed. Handing everyone a glass, I soon settled down into the tub sitting next to her. As excited as I was to see what, if anything would actually happen when they came over, it was admittedly unsettling for me to see Cindy and Jack sitting together, knowing full well that the hand that had disappeared beneath the water was holding onto another mans prick. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy, realizing how foolish a thought that was when I considered how closely we had all grown attached to one another.

"To renewed friendship," Jack said raising his glass. This time when we touched glasses, they actually clinked. I'd barely set my glass down when I felt Dawn's hand snake over into my lap. This time however, I was rock hard when she did.

"Hmmm, now that's more like it!" She said grinning as she began playing with it.

"You know David...I still never got to see what you were talking about when you said how you went down on Cindy here in the tub. Maybe you should demonstrate your technique for us. I know Dawn would enjoy that." I glanced quickly towards Cindy seeking her approval but she had her eyes closed with her head resting against the side of the tub, as Jack must have busily been teasing her pussy beneath the water.




A New Years Resolution



"Would you like me to do that?" I asked Dawn.

"Would I!"

"Place your hands back against the edge of the tub," I told her. "Then just let your legs float free as you lay on your back." I quickly slid in between her legs as they came up taking the same position in the middle of the tub as I had done with Cindy. I couldn't believe how excited I was all of a sudden. The fact that I was about to lick another woman's pussy was fabulous enough. But that I was about to do so with my wife, and her husband watching threw an interesting twist into the mix.

"Oh my!" Dawn expelled in a rush of breath with my tongue barely encircling her clit. The feel of her legs supported over my shoulders gave the experience a uniqueness that could only be performed while floating in the water like she was. Placing my hands comfortably beneath her nearly perfect ass, a simple lift raised her sufficiently out of the water so that I didn't drown while drawing my tongue up and down that wonderfully sweet furrow.

"Fuck this feels good!" Dawn exclaimed with a tinge of awe in her voice. "No wonder you love getting your clit licked in the tub Cindy!"

"Gee...she never told me that!" I stated stopping momentarily to glance over towards my wife. Cindy moved over kneeling in the water closer to Dawn.

"I didn't think I had to tell you!" She said simply. "Wasn't my wet pussy obvious enough to you that I was enjoying it?"

"Actually no," I told her. "I like it when you talk dirty to me." Cindy laughed.

"So does Jack," Dawn added also laughing. "Now...if you wouldn't mind, would you quit talking and start licking my pussy again? Please?" I immediately began doing just that, delighted when I saw Cindy reach over cupping each one of Dawn's tits in her hands and begin rolling those incredible nipples of hers between her fingers.

"Doesn't Dawn have incredible nipples?" Jack said sliding up behind my wife. "Of course...these are pretty fucking nice too!" He added reaching around Cindy as he began kneading, playing and caressing her soft pliant breasts.

"Thank you," Cindy responded. "I'm glad you like them, but I really do wish my nipples were as nice as hers are." 

Dawn moaned as I captured her swollen clit between my lips, gently sucking it. "And I wish that my breasts were as pretty as yours are!" Dawn barely managed to express as I went back to flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue rapidly. "By the looks of it...Jack's certainly enjoying them," she sighed happily.

"I'm enjoying something else now too," Jack said winking at her. Knowing how wet and slippery Cindy's quim could become, I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Jack had somehow managed to impale my wife as she continued fondling, then bending over to suck on one of Dawn's tits while being fucked from behind. The sudden knowledge that Cindy's pussy was in fact being filled by another man's cock rather than my own, sent a renewed surge of lusty desire coursing through me. Savagely, I attacked Dawn's clit with renewed vigor, causing her to let out a tiny small scream of delight.

"Fuck David! I don't know what the hell it is you're doing, but you're going to have to show Jack whatever the hell it is!" She exclaimed breathlessly. Giving my vibrating tongue a quick rest, I laughed sitting up slightly.

"Can you curl your tongue?" I asked showing him.

"That...and cross my eyes," he threw back at me. "Especially the way your wife's cunt is sucking my prick at the moment."

"I'll show you later then," I said more than pleased that I was obviously doing something a little better than he did anyway, though by the look on my wife's face, she was experiencing something new herself.

"Oh...do that again!" Cindy all but purred saying.

"What was that?" Jack asked grinning; already doing whatever it was he had been doing.

"That...that...yeah, just like that!" Cindy moaned ecstatically.

"Looks like the boy's both will be doing a little show and tell later won't they?" Dawn sighed dreamily. "Oh fuck...this really is nice though." Dawn moaned softly, stroking my ego, which had just taken a bruising a moment ago. I continued licking Dawn's juicy sweet tasting split while Jack continued sliding in and out of my wife. The sound of flesh slapping together there in the water had seemingly heightened not only everyone's awareness, but had increased the incredible passion, which had begun building towards even greater heights.

"Stop! Stop!" Dawn pleaded with me. "I don't want to cum...just yet," she begged teetering on the edge, no longer really sure she in fact did want me to stop. "I want this first one to really build," she said pleadingly, resigning herself to forcing me away, and then doing so by sitting up effectively disengaging my face from her split.

Cindy seemed to be struggling with the same dilemma moving away from Jack at nearly the same instant Dawn had disentangled herself from me.

"I think maybe it's their turn!" Dawn said. "Though I guess, Jack really was having his pleasures, even though you were too." She added winking at Cindy. To my total and complete shock, Cindy leaned over kissing Dawn full on the mouth. Dawn immediately responded in kind, kissing her back, reaching up to clasp the back of Cindy's head, deepening the kiss.

"Wow!" Jack and I said exactly at the same time. 

"That's fucking hot." I added a millisecond after that.

"You can say that again," Jack agreed while we continued looking on at our wives so erotically embraced. I was so excited by this point that I felt the same exact way as I had once done as a young boy waking up Christmas morning. The girls finally ended their passionate kiss, each of which let out an audible sigh of pleasured response as they parted.

"Now then, what would you like for Christmas naughty boy?" Dawn asked me with the most erotically wicked expression I'd ever seen on a woman's face before. Inside, the naughty boy she had unknowingly addressed was already reminding me of my biggest secret fantasy of course. But I didn't need him, or myself for that matter to tell her.

Cindy did.

"Oh that's easy," Cindy said jumping in. "I'm willing to bet that it's having two women licking and sucking his cock at the same time."

"Oooh, you really are a dirty minded boy aren't you?" Dawn said, still using that tone of voice that just dripped cunt-honey as she spoke. "Is that true David? You'd like to see what it feels like to have two women sucking that nice hard prick of yours? Well then, come on. Why don't you sit up here on the side of the tub and let Cindy and I see what we can do about that," she stated while patting the side of the tub, indicating where it was she wanted me to sit.

I quickly positioned myself, feet still dangling comfortably in the water as Cindy, and then Dawn moved over to kneel on either side of me. Jack moved back over to the bar to watch, which was nearly as exciting for him to do as for me to actually experience.

"Only one rule for the hot tub," Cindy stated clasping my prick in her hand just as Dawn began cupping, kneading my balls.

"What's that?" Dawn inquired.

"No cum in the water," she laughed seriously.

Dawn guffawed delightedly. "Then I guess we'll just have to make sure none of that gooey white stuff makes it that far won't we?" She leered suggestively.

Feeling first Dawn's tongue, then Cindy's as they began to tentatively lick, teasing my super-sensitive shaft, caused goose bumps to pop up all over my body. It was incredibly sensual to me to feel one area of my prick being lightly licked or nipped, while the other nibbled or actually sucked me. As aroused as I was, feeling these incredible sensations, it was interesting...and yes, curiously erotic while watching us, that Jack had begun jerking off. 

I had always known that there was nothing unique about my penis. Averaged sized, average looking perhaps. Average everything. Not that I was complaining, nor had I had anyone else complain about it for that matter, but truth be told, Jack truly did have one handsome specimen for a prick. And it's not like he was "giant sized" or anything like that. I think if we'd been forced to lay them side by side, there wouldn't have been any difference in length, or even if there was, certainly not enough to make a difference in that particular department. But where I'd always thought I could be a little wider here, or a little less veined there, Jack's cock was what I would have wished mine looked like. The fact that he was comfortable enough to stand there masturbating while watching the girls pleasuring me, said something for his obvious self-confidence. I'm not sure I would have been nearly as comfortable to be doing what he was doing. But then again, watching the women doing what they were currently doing to me might have had me doing exactly the same thing that Jack was. 

When I felt Dawn's middle finger begin to worm its way inside of my ass, I nearly lost it right then and there. The fact that she was using lubricant from her own well-oiled pussy made it all the more stimulating for me anyway, the erotic thoughts of that suddenly bouncing around inside my head like a pin-ball machine.

"Hmmm, you like that huh?" She said knowingly as I groaned deeply, audibly as she slowly rotated her finger inside me. "Gonna make you cum soon?" She asked hopefully in that deep lusty sounding voice that she was using.

"Fuck yes!" I somehow managed to tell her. "Especially if you keep doing that!" With the 'no-cum in the water rule' being in effect, I was a little curious as to how they were going to deal with the situation when Dawn brought the question up herself.

"Would you like to do the honors? Or shall I?" She asked. Though Cindy had occasionally allowed me to cum in her mouth, it wasn't one of her favorite things to do. Not that she hated the taste of my semen or anything like that. Simply put, she had a difficult time swallowing all that cream.

"Be my guest," she said handing off the baton, literally. Sensing how close I was, continuing to massage my prostate, Dawn began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Cindy reluctantly sat back watching, curiously interested as well as aroused in watching another woman enjoying her husband's prick, especially the way she seemed to be doing it.

"Suck that fucker!" Jack exclaimed as he continued to furiously pound his prick. Cindy immediately moved towards him. At this point I found I wasn't surprised by anything that was happening. Cindy immediately took over, sucking Jack's prick just as seriously as Dawn was doing to mine.

"Cum in her fucking mouth David!" He urged. "She really enjoys drinking sperm juice," he added lustily.

He'd no sooner finished telling me to do so, when I did. Dawn's finger, her stroking hand...and delicious velvet lips soon yanked the first of several spendings up my shaft and into her hungrily sucking mouth. I'd half expected her to have some difficulty with it, as I tended to really shoot a gallon when I came. Which had been part of Cindy's problem with me when I did. Surprisingly however, Dawn began drinking my cum juice like she was sipping it from a straw. The intensity of my orgasm was overwhelming, so I new damn full well that I was certainly filling her mouth with what had to be a gallon of baby-batter. But expert at sucking dick as she was, Dawn slurped it down like it was smooth delicious tasting ice cream. Only when the last hard-felt spurt had disappeared down her throat did she remove her mouth from around my prick, licking her lips.

"Damn you cum a lot," she said wickedly. "That was...nice!" Jack's own deep-throated moan told both Dawn and I that he too was about to tumble over the ledge of ecstasy.

"Oh...oh...OH Yeah Cindy! Here...it...cums!" He cried. Cindy jacked his cock up and down furiously pumping out every bit of Jack's juice as she did. I watched...waiting for the inevitable gag reflex, which never came. Cindy slurped Jack's prick every bit as much the expert at doing it as had Dawn. For a moment, I wondered if she'd somehow learned to do it through osmosis or something, while I stood there watching her. The only reasonable explanation I had for it, either Cindy was so damn horny herself that she somehow managed to relax her throat muscles...or that Jack didn't cum in nearly the same volume that I often did.

"Way to go honey!" I told her honestly. "You looked HOT sucking Jack's prick like you did!"

"You liked that huh?" She said a bit shyly. "I think it was easier for me with him, you tend to want to drown me when you cum, Jack's wasn't quite as, well as thick as yours seems to be...or as much!"

"Well, that answered that particular question", I thought silently.

We all sat back relaxing for a while, easily finishing off the last of the wine I had brought outside for us.

"I'm starting to turn into a prune now," Cindy indicated. "And I'm still considerably horny too!" She admitted. "Maybe we should go inside where Dawn and I can now have a nice little orgasm too!"

"Or two, actually, Dawn said playing on her choice of words.

"Or two, or three," Cindy shot back laughing. "Unless of course, you guys don't want too?"

"I'll open another wine," I said standing offering my hand to Dawn to help her out.

"I'll grab the glasses and take them upstairs," Jack said anxiously, extending his hand to my wife.

Cindy and Dawn were both laughing. "Gee...isn't it amazing how fast the boys can actually move whenever it is they want something?" Cindy stated.

"Yes, it is interesting isn't it?" Dawn finished. "But isn't it you and I that are the one's who actually want something at the moment?"

Cindy actually pinched Dawn's ass. "Shhh, who's side are you on anyway?" She teased stepping out of the tub.

Regardless of that, Jack and I...dick's in hand so to speak, dutifully followed our lovely wives upstairs to the bedroom.

#

Jack and Dawn knew how to throw a party. They had invited several couples they had known, including their long time friends Brad and Doreen who had flown out just for the occasion. For myself, I still couldn't get over the way my wife looked in her slinky new black dress, floor length, slit up along one side nearly to her waist. Not only did Cindy expose a considerable amount of thigh, requiring of course that she couldn't wear anything beneath, but with the way the lacy pattern lay across her chest, if you looked closely enough, you could see her tiny pink nipples poking through.

Dawn was just as wonderfully adorned in a dark blue sequined gown that appeared more black than blue. It had the additional effect of shimmering whenever the light hit it a certain way. But the most significant feature of her dress as far as I was concerned was the deep plunging "v" that went all the way to her waist exposing a goodly amount of her chest. Both breasts sat just tantalizingly out of view...though just barely.

"Wow! You guys look spectacular!" She said in greeting us. It had been a while since I'd worn a dinner jacket and tie to a formal party so I felt a little confined. But seeing several of the other women whom Jack and Dawn had invited, each wearing some sort of sensual, provocative attire, made my having to wear a jacket well worth any discomfort.

We'd been warned well ahead of time as to what we might expect from one of Jack and Dawn's parties. Aside from enjoying a catered dinner, the whole idea was to feel free to flirt, enjoy some "touchy-feely" as Dawn called it. If there was a mutual attraction with anyone there we'd also been informed that it was expected that sometime during the evening, couples might disappear from time to time to take advantage of one of the upstairs bedrooms that had been especially prepared for the evenings festivities. They'd been very careful to caution us about several of their friends. If Cindy had any compulsions about having some guy, or some woman for that matter feeling her up at some point during the party, then they had politely told us it might be better not to even come. Dawn hadn't told us that in being rude, which we knew. Plain and simply, it was just one of those kind of parties. Everyone certainly had the right to decline an offer. Cindy and I were no exception. But we were also told that this crowd didn't take kindly to "wall flowers" either.

True to form as well as the nature of the evening. I was seated considerably well away from Cindy, as were most of the guests and their spouses. Sitting between Dawn as well as Doreen, I found myself in very attractive, sexy company. If I thought Cindy's dress was revealing in front, it was almost nothing compared to the near transparent, more body stocking, white lace outfit that Doreen had worn. With very large breasts, extremely dark nipples, it was hard not to see the obvious contrast.

"Dawn and Jack speak very highly of you and your wife," Doreen told me. I felt her hand slip down into my lap resting on my upper thigh as she spoke. "When she told me how well the four of you hit it off...I actually felt a little jealous. Especially after seeing you and your wife in person." Doreen smiled with lips that were meant to be kissed, and damn if I wasn't tempted to do just that!

"Well thank you," I said, trying as hard as possible to keep from staring directly at her breasts, let alone kiss her. Which wasn't exactly easy as her hand began fumbling with my zipper now as we sat there at the table. Feeling just slightly embarrassed, not sure what the actual protocol was for receiving a hand-job at a formal dinner party, Dawn quickly answered that question.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said reaching over holding my zipper with her both of her hands so that Doreen could pull it down easier.

"Thank you darling," she said blowing her friend a kiss reaching inside my dress slacks, immediately grasping my already awakened penis.

"You're welcome," Dawn responded continuing to fondle me herself as Doreen withdrew my hardened prick so that they could both lay hands on it.

Out of curiosity to see how things were going with my wife at the far end of the table, I glanced her way and noticed a woman sitting next to her with long bright red hair that looked almost like it was on fire. Cindy appeared to laugh over something the woman had said to her, as she reached up fingering...or rather tracing one of the lacy patterns across my wife's chest with her finger.

"That's Cassandra," Dawn said following my gaze. "She love's women. Her partner, Michelle is bi-sexual and loves both sexes equally as well."

"Where's she at?" I asked curiously. 

"She should be," Dawn turned to look, stopping herself and laughed. "Sitting next to Jack." I looked over towards Jack; saw him sitting there with his head thrown back, eyes closed. The chair next to him appeared empty.

"I think Michelle's on the floor giving our Jack there a blow-job. She rather prides herself on going down on everyone, including most of the women if they're interested. You can expect her to do the same for you sometime during the evening," Dawn finished saying.

"Interesting," I commented getting more and more aroused by the second as Doreen as well as Dawn continued to fondle and play with my prick between courses.

I'd somehow managed to get through the rest of dinner without ruining my slacks. It was evident that we were about to move from the dinning room back into their spacious living room when Dawn stood drawing everyone's attention towards her. Even Doreen released my slick member so I could put it back away.

"I do so love putting a hard edge on a man's prick," she said whispering in my ear as Dawn began clinking her wine glass with a spoon. "Just make sure you save some of that for me for later," she said smiling as Dawn began speaking.

"For those who are interested, we'll be serving after dinner brandy in the living room. For those of you who have a desire for something a bit different than that for after dinner..." Most everyone laughed knowing full well to what she was referring to. "There are four rooms upstairs, and two downstairs. As you all know, a closed door mean's privacy. An open door is an invitation for others to join, or simply you don't mind it if others walk by and watch you." I knew that everyone there had to have been already familiar with the "house-rules" so Dawn's little speech had to be for Cindy and my benefit so that there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. I wondered briefly if either Cassandra, or perhaps someone else she'd been sitting with had already convinced her to join them in one of the other rooms. As we all stood, heading off to our various destinations however, I saw that she approached me as I turned to head on into the living room.




A New Years Resolution



"How's it going?" I asked when she reached my side.

"I'm having a lot of fun, how about you?" She asked curiously.

"I saw the red-head fingering your nipples," I told her grinning wickedly. "Surprised you didn't head off upstairs with her. I noticed that's where she was going."

"I told her maybe later," Cindy said shyly. "I promised Dawn and Doreen that I'd join the two of them downstairs in the playroom after we'd all had a brandy together."

"You're kidding me!" I exclaimed, surprised, even a little stunned when I looked at her again. "Just the three of you? No guys?"

"No guys!" She responded lustily. "Actually, I've been thinking about it all through dinner, ever since Dawn introduced me to Doreen. Couldn't think of a nicer way to meet her other best friend now can you?"

"Not hardly," I had to agree grinning like a Cheshire cat, wishing suddenly I had tits as well as a pussy. "Well, for a while anyway," I said to my aroused self.

"So...what are your plans?" Cindy asked equally curious.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. Doreen and Dawn had been taking turns playing with me all through dinner. I sort of assumed they'd maybe want to pick up where they'd left off, but I guess that's out for the moment." 

Cindy smiled knowingly. "Yeah, Dawn told me Doreen loved doing that. She told me to expect her to when she sat her on the other side of you. But don't worry David, I'm sure you'll have a shot at her before the evenings over with."

Hearing Cindy speak so openly, obviously without even a hint of jealousy in her tone of voice was curiously refreshing. But the excitement I had also heard as she obviously was looking forward to this intimate little threesome between just the three of them I hadn't expected.

"Well, enjoy yourself," she told me standing on her toes to give me a rather passionate kiss. "See you in a little while perhaps."

"You too," I told her watching her walk over to where Doreen and Dawn stood waiting for her, handing her a glass of brandy when she arrived.

"Excuse me, would you like something to nibble on?" I suddenly heard in a very sultry sounding voice. Turning my attention away from Cindy and her new friends, I spun, expecting to find one of the caterers standing there. When I did, I saw a very tall, very dark haired, and very nude woman standing there instead. 

"Hi, my name's Michelle. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of sucking you off yet!" She said easily offering her hand.

"Ah, David," I said temporarily forgetting my own name, taking her hand. "And no, I don't believe you have." I answered in a much calmer tone of voice than I could have imagined myself using. Though I was pretty sure it was 'Naughty Self' who'd emerged taking over for me.

Without so much as another word, Michelle dropped down onto her knees before me, deftly unzipping my slacks, producing my aroused prick with a dexterity that confirmed just how experienced she was at doing this, and proceeded to suck me where I stood. Sheepishly I glanced about, but saw only one or two couples looking over towards us. All of who smiled, nodding their heads approvingly, obviously not at all surprised by seeing what was happening.

"Ah...I see you've met Michelle," Jack said as he reached my side. "She really does give great head doesn't she?" He said placing his hand affectionately on my shoulder. "She's just as good at licking pussy too from what Dawn's told me. Make sure Cindy has the opportunity to experience her talented tongue," he added.

"I'll be sure...and...do that," I said trying to remain calm and collected while trying to catch my breath. I felt like my legs were surely going to buckle at any moment now. He was right about one thing, Michelle could suck a bottle inside out!

"Well, enjoy my friend!" I watched Jack saunter over towards another couple that was obviously waiting for him to join them. Moments later they walked off together heading upstairs towards one of the still available bedrooms.

Michelle continued sucking my prick enthusiastically, even smiling, waving at another couple that passed by us on their way upstairs. I felt my balls tighten, felt Michelle's hand cup them kneading them expertly as the first massive jettison of cum-cream shot from my prick filling her mouth. Though she'd obviously been well aware of my impending orgasm, the force and volume of it took her by surprise. Michelle choked, briefly. Then drained the remainder of my cum like she was chugging down a beer. For some reason I smiled when she did that.

"Wow, you're really quite the cummer aren't you?" She asked standing up once again, licking her lips, purposely showing me she still had a considerable amount of my jisim floating around inside of her mouth. "Doreen warned me about that, but I have to confess, you still took me by surprise anyway," she said smiling contentedly. "Do you always cum like that?" She asked following up her curiosity.

"Usually...the first time at least." I responded. "Though there's considerably less the second or third time," I told her wondering if she believed my boast.

"Well, remind me to see you again for seconds, or thirds, or whatever. But certainly before the evenings over with," she told me. "Now, would you mind giving each of my tits a nice small little hicky? I'd really appreciate it if you would. Drive's Cassandra nuts when I do that. And I so enjoy teasing her," she told me.

As she'd requested, I happily obliged, leaving a small little purple-blue mark just above each one of her nicely thick, well extended nipples. And since I was down there anyway, I also took a moment to sample each one of those too, sucking them into my mouth and getting a nod of approval from my naughty self who was smiling proudly at me as he stood watching.

"Thank you," Michelle said turning to leave in search of additional prey.

"No, thank you!" I said smiling as I tucked my now very satisfied prick back inside my pants.

By this time the living room had near emptied. Only one other couple besides myself remained. Somewhat self-consciously I stood there watching them. The woman was a small "pixyish" little thing, sexy as hell though with shortly cropped blonde hair and equally small, but very perky little tits. I knew that, because the brute of a man standing head and shoulders above her was busily playing with them.

"Why don't you come over and join us?" He asked in the deepest sounding voice I'd ever heard before. I knew that neither of them had come with one another as I'd seen the "giant" as I'd referred to him earlier, come in with another woman who was conspicuously absent.

"Aren't these just the cutest little tits you've ever seen?" He said removing one of his big meaty hands away from one as though in offering to me. "By the way, this is Pauline," he indicated to me looking towards her. "And my Names George, George Harddick," he told me.

As I took his hand to shake it, it promptly disappeared. But it wasn't the shock of his massive fist smothering mine as much as the way he'd pronounced his last name.

"Yeah, I know. It's actually spelled Hard-deck. But when I was wrestling professionally, everyone called me 'Hard Dick' for obvious reasons," he said with a straight face. It was only then that I realized Pauline had been fondling his exposed prick while he'd been playing with her breasts.

If George hadn't already told me he'd wrestled professionally for a living, I'd have sworn that he'd have done just as well making porn movies. I'd certainly seen my fair-share of some really big dicks. But in all this time, I'd never seen one as big as George's was.

"So, you wrestle under the name Hard Dick?" I asked 

"Used to wrestle. Now I'm a stock broker."

"And a damn good one too!" Pauline stated jumping in. "Everyone's after George now, and not just because of his dick either," she said giggling.

"And no, I wrestled under the name of 'Iron Man'. Though not exactly because of my strength either," he said glancing down at his own massive, rock hard prick as Pauline continued stroking it, nearly having to do so hand over hand in order to do it. "Anyway, Pauline has a favor to ask if you're willing to do something for her."

"Name it," I ventured still having difficulty trying to keep my eyes away from the humongous prick Pauline was playing with.

"Don't agree too quickly my friend until you've heard what it is that Pauline would like you to do." Turning to face her Pauline stripped off the rest of her evening gown, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor around her ankles. When she did, she placed herself comfortably on the couch looking up at the two of us.

"Ok...I'll bite. What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing too major," she said slipping her hands down between her legs, opening her pussy with one hand while she began teasing her exposed clit with the other. "Just something I'd enjoy watching, feeling as I lay here playing with myself for you while you watched me. If you think you could do a little something for me while I did," she hinted toying with herself suggestively, erotically.

"And that would be?" I came back, starting to fear the worst.

"I love it when I'm watching guys jerk off for me, and love it even more when I feel their hot sticky cum spraying all over my body while I'm masturbating," she began. I thought about that, didn't see anything necessarily strange about it, after all, I'd just had my dick sucked in a room full of people.

"I don't have a problem with that," I added starting to unzip my fly.

"Ah, just one more tiny little thing," Pauline added. I turned towards George, obviously he knew what was about to come next as he looked away from me and stood staring at Pauline instead. "I have a particular little fetish on top of what I just told you..."

"Which is?" I asked tentatively, feeling like I was standing on a sheet of ice that was about to crack wide open and swallow me in.

"What I was wondering, hoping you would do for me, is jack-off George's cock for me while I watched. I get a major turn-on seeing that, especially while I'm playing with myself. Just seeing another man jerking another man off until he cums, shooting all that delicious hot juice all over me just sends me into space!" Pauline had finished her request in a mad rush of breath, obviously worried and fearful that I would flat turn her down, which I was just about ready to do. Seeing that very look in my face as it dawned on me what it was she was after, she begged me. "Oh please David, don't say no! I'm so fucking horny!" She emphasized by twirling her clit even faster as I stood there watching her. "And it would mean so much to me if you were willing to do that." Looking over towards George he had finally met my gaze and smiled. 

"Don't worry about it. No, I'm not gay either. Just something the little thing loves watching. Especially whenever the two of us get together. If it bothers you that much, we'll just wait until one of the other guys comes back from whatever they're doing." I was tempted to do just that, realizing at that very moment that I had no place to go, and no idea what I would do even if I did leave.

"So, all you want me to do his jerk his cock off until he cums all over you, that's it?"

"That's it!" She said, as her eyes twinkled in obvious arousal and excitement.

"Ok, what the fuck," I said. "Come on George, let's give the little lady what she wants."

Pauline began pleasuring herself even more wildly than she had been. Reaching over, I clasped George's prick in my hand and began jerking it up and down in much the same manner I often did with myself. I didn't feel comfortable enough to look at his face while I did, but hearing his deep groan, especially with his voice, I knew immediately that what I was doing must have felt good enough to soon have him spraying his fuck-juice all over her, which a few minutes later, he did.

"Oh yeah Georgie! Squirt it baby, squirt it all over me!" Pauline screamed enthusiastically.

I secretly smiled inside. As big as George's dick was, you'd have thought it would erupt like a fire hose when he came. Aside from one or two pretty good squirts which I directed upon Pauline's tits much to her obvious enjoyment, there was very little else forth-"cuming" to see.

"Ok David, now it's your turn!" She said anxiously. I hesitated, not at all sure I could go through with this, and had it not been for Naughty Self who was jumping up and down flailing his erection, I probably wouldn't have. It was George who decided it for me though, helping things along with his suggestion.

"I'll stand behind you while I do it," he told me. "Makes it easier for me too," he added knowingly. I withdrew my own semi-hard prick, felt George begin to manipulate it and nearly lost the erection all together until I realized I was thinking about him jerking me off, and not looking at Pauline who was once again busily frigging her clit. Once I began concentrating on her however, I felt my prick once again begin to stiffen.

Pauline must have known I was struggling as she began talking dirty, urging me on to cum all over her. That helped, a lot. It helped even more when I began hearing those delightful sounds as she fingered her pussy to a very sloppy juicy sound that I so loved hearing a woman's cunt do when she got that excited.

"You gonna cum on me baby? Soon? Cause I wanna cum with you when you do," she again urged me. "Cum all over my tits and face baby. Drench me with that beautiful load of fuck-cream!"

Surprisingly, George soon had me hanging on the edge. "Tell me when," he whispered in that deep voice of his, which hung me up for a second, nearly causing my orgasm to retreat back down inside my balls. Luckily I was too far gone for that to happen and a second or so later felt the first thick creamy rope of my jisim leap from my prick arching into the air to land squarely in the middle of Pauline's smiling face.

"Oh fuck yes!" She squealed as the second equally thick powerful streamer of cream landed nearly perfectly against her mouth leaving an asteroid like tail of cum particles trailing from that point along down her chin, neck and splattering in thick cum-droplets all over both breasts.

"Fucking A!" George bellowed continuing to pump my prick as I in turn continued to disperse ribbon after ribbon of milky white seminal fluid from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"Shit Pauline...have you ever seen anyone cum like this before in your life?" Pauline never answered however, she was either totally incoherent, or she'd passed out from the sheer physical pleasure of her combined orgasm...and witnessing, feeling the total near covering I had managed to produce over her entire body. When at last I was fully and completely spent, George released my prick stepping back away from me as he did. Slightly ill at ease now, I quickly stuffed my rapidly deflating prick back inside my pants just as I heard the sound of Jack's voice somewhere behind me.

"Good god David. It's probably a damn good thing Dawn didn't see that. She'd have you and I jerking one another off in a heartbeat!" I gave Jack a look that basically said "No fucking way" but he was already stroking his own dick as he walked over and promptly deposited a very small load to the thick sticky mess of cream Pauline was already wearing.

"Sorry...it was the best I could do on such short notice," he told her. "But I have to admit, watching that was well worth it." He added, turning to look at me, winking. I was about to say something to him about that when the sound of the girls return reached me simultaneously.

"Oh damn, we missed it!" Dawn said disappointedly.

"Missed what?" My wife immediately asked.

"I'll tell you about it later." I spoke before Dawn could elaborate on what had just taken place. "So...did you enjoy yourself?" I'd asked the question hoping to divert her attention from what I'd just finished doing. But the truth of it was, I really was anxious to hear all the juicy naughty details of her encounter with Dawn and Doreen.

"Oh David, you have no idea," she stated almost dreamily. "I'll give you all the juicy details tomorrow while your fucking me," Cindy added with yet another dreamy-sounding sigh.

"Oh? And what makes you think I'll do that?" I teased back.

"Trust me, when I describe all the deliciously naughty things those two did to me, you'll be hornier than you've ever been!" For some reason, I didn't doubt that at all.

"Why don't we go back into the dining room for some refreshments?" Dawn indicated leading the way. "It will give us all a chance to recoup and relax a little before we all go venturing off again." I was certainly up for that. I'd just cum twice in hardly more than an hour and needed a little time to rest. Cindy had taken a hold of my arm and walked with me into the dining room.

"We're going downstairs to their special room later," she told me. "Dawn, Jack, Doreen and Brad will meet us there in a little while." It was evident that Cindy knew a hell of a lot more than I did about additional plans for the evening. 

"Sounds like fun," I said seriously. Cindy grinned. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" she responded, reaching down to tenderly caress my now very flaccid member.

"By the way honey, where's your dress?" I was so used to seeing so many people wandering around naked that it hadn't dawned on me that my wife as well as Dawn were standing there in the nude.

"Dawn hung it up for me so it wouldn't get wrinkled," she laughed mischievously. "Why, does it bother you to see your cute, horny little wife running around in nothing but her birthday suit?" 

"Oh yeah, it bothers me alright. But in a good way," I said reaching over to give her nipple a little tweak. Admittedly, standing there nearly as fully clothed as when I'd first arrived had me feeling over dressed at this point. Even Jack had at least removed his tie and jacket. Dawn had been listening to our conversation of course.

"Cindy's got a point there. I think that you and Jack need to get considerably more comfortable," she stated already reaching up to undo my black tie. "I'll get this if you'll start on his pants Cindy. I'll meet you in the middle," she said laughing. Minutes later...I was naked.

#

Watching a bevy of men and women wandering in and out of the dining area back into the living room, and then god knows where from there, most of them naked, soon had me considerably aroused again. Of course, having Dawn casually playing with my cock while Cindy toyed with Jack's had something to do with that. 

"Well? Should we head downstairs?" Jack asked his wife.

"What about Doreen and Brad?" Cindy asked.

"Doreen went to find him," Dawn quipped. "But you're right, we might as well head down. Knowing Doreen, she found him all right, probably decided to hang around and help him finish up with whatever he was involved in. She knows where we'll be though, so as soon as she and Brad can join us, I'm sure they will."

Jack led the way downstairs to their spacious recreation room. When he opened the door, Doreen and Brad where already there, lying on the floor pleasuring one another orally. "Well, looks like someone's gotten a head start!" Dawn said grinning. 

"We were wondering where you guys were," Brad said introducing himself to me, as I'd not yet met him formally. "Brad Stevens," he said holding out his hand for me to shake. I did so, finding it very difficult not to laugh while I did. Seeing my amusement Brad looked at me quizzically.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I've never met someone for the first time shaking hands in the nude before." Brad's bright gleaming smile was infectious as everyone laughed. "I guess that would be a little unnerving," he said. "Especially if you're not used to it!" 

Dawn immediately started playing hostess again at that point.




A New Years Resolution



"David's right. We really should get a little better acquainted. And I have the perfect way to do that," she said simply. There were several pieces of furniture in the room. Dawn quickly directed me to sit down on the large sofa in the middle. Jack and Brad taking seats on either side of me.

"Now, it won't do for anyone to be paired off with their own spouse, for starters anyway," she said winking at her husband. "So, Cindy? You come over and kneel down between Brad's legs. Doreen? You get Jack here, and I of course get to suck on David's beautiful cock."

"Sounds good to me!" Jack stated enthusiastically as Doreen quickly positioned herself already fondling his prick making it hard.

"And for fun, when I tell everyone to, we all switch, moving over one position and keep going," she added.

"Now that really does sound interesting!" Brad half groaned as Cindy placed her mouth around his prick and began sucking it.

Personally, it would have been a toss up as to who was the better cocksucker between Dawn, Michelle, and my wife. But I wasn't about to comment on that of course. The feel of Dawn's lips as she gingerly knobbed the head of my dick was heavenly. And, I had to admit the added stimulation of being able to glance to either side of me as Cindy worked her own magic on Brad's prick, with Doreen more than happy to be licking Jack's magnificent specimen, was enhancing my own pleasure.

"Ok girls, switch!" Dawn ordered, eliciting groans of reluctance rather than pleasure from everyone, self included. I had just started to get a nice tingly feeling in my prick when she'd called everything to a sudden halt. Although I certainly wasn't disappointed by the fact that my own wife was about to take over from Doreen, I was however very much aware that it would in all likelihood be her who was about to be the receiver of another hot load of sticky cum juice.

"I'm just about there already," I warned her lovingly as she began licking my prick. Cindy looked up towards me, licked her lips, winked, and engulfed my prick fully. She gave me several firm hard sucks of her mouth, and then looked up towards me once again, grinning this time. 

"Hmmm, I can hardly wait," she said tenderly. "Come on baby, give me that thick delicious cream of yours!"

Naughty self was straining to cum. And perhaps that helped as I exploded fully deep inside my wife's mouth. I expected the usual, surprised when it didn't happen. Cindy drank my cum-cream like it was milk. When she'd somehow managed to drain every single drop from my pleasure-throbbing prick, she finally released me looking up into my somewhat startled eyes as I gazed at her.

"Better?" She said lifting one eyebrow questioningly. I could only nod my head enthusiastically, still far too out of breath to even utter a single word as yet. "Dawn gave me some pointers," she added grinning.

"Remind me to thank her personally," I said almost as though she wasn't there and hadn't been listening to our entire conversation anyway. Truth was, she'd just finished draining Jack's prick.

"You're about to do that for all of us in a second here," she said moments later. "As soon as slow-poke over there gets his nut," she said teasingly.

"Yeah, come on Doreen. Quit giving him the first class treatment. The sooner he shoots his load, the sooner the three of us get to have our turn!" Cindy said chiming in. Brad answered that question a split second later.

"Oh fuck, here it...cums!" He wailed as he poured his jisim down Doreen's throat.

As soon as Brad had a few minutes to recover from his own mind-blowing orgasm, the girls promptly made us exchange places with them. And as before, Dawn took charge.

"I think we'll start off with our own spouses since they're already in position anyway." I was honestly amazed at myself. I had just barely finished having an orgasm and was already beginning to feel aroused again. Here was my beautiful sweet sexy wife sitting between two other very beautiful women in their own right, legs spread, glistening pussies at the ready.

"This is fucking unbelievable!" Jack said putting into words what I am sure every one of us was already thinking. Cindy's pussy was wetter than I think I ever remembered seeing it before. The fact that her female cum-dew was actually sparkling in the incandescent lighting made for a rather spectacular picture. I found myself wanting more than anything to devour her cunt until she creamed my face!

"Ready...set..." 

"Fuck this!" Brad stated diving into his wife's split

"Go!" Dawn said anyway.

I was right behind him though already moving to capture Cindy's precious clit with my lips. If there's anything I truly love and enjoy doing, it's going down on Cindy. The fact that I love performing oral sex on a woman goes without saying. And I've certainly never had any complaints in that department as I can state without prideful boastfulness that since I enjoy doing it so much, that the women I've done this for have always had a most pleasurable experience. But Cindy, every now and then you run across a woman's pussy that is so deliciously sweet that it's like eating candy. And that's exactly the way hers tasted to me each and every time I licked that silken slit. I also think that because I loved eating pussy the way that I do, had given Cindy some of her most intense orgasms. If it was possible to turn inside out, then I think Cindy would have done so each and every time.

"Ok, change!" Dawn shouted several minutes later.

"Fuck!" Cindy actually said surprising not only me, but also everyone else there as well. She gave me a smile though as I dutifully moved over to settle myself down between Doreen's legs.

Doreen was certainly every bit as wet as Cindy had been, probably because Brad had been recently exciting her twat with his tongue, but as fun as it was to lick her pussy, there was no comparison, to me anyway, as to my wife's honey-nectar cunt. Even so, I began vibrating Doreen's swollen nubbin of sensitive flesh with the tip of my tongue until she was literally bouncing up and down on the couch. She'd also leaned forward slightly grabbing a handful of hair yanking it almost painfully.

"Good hell Doreen, you'd think you've never been eaten before!" Dawn said desperately trying to hold back a laugh.

"Not...fucking...like...this!" She managed to say between panting breaths. I cringed slightly when hearing that, wondering how Brad would take such commentary coming from his wife.

"Even Dawn told me that," Jack said jumping in. "She even told me that old David there should give lessons, he'd probably make a small fortune teaching men how to truly eat pussy. And not from the guy's paying him either, but from their wives!"

"Jack?" Dawn said.

"Yeah honey?"

"Shut the fuck up and lick me. You can talk pussy eating later!"

"Yeath dear," he said, his tongue already busily back at work as he spoke.

Doreen never made it to round three. Still yanking my hair in two large handfuls, I drew her engorged clit inside my mouth giving it three or four very gentle, but very firm vibrating pulls. When I did, I felt an eruption of lubrication washing my face as she sucked her breath in, holding it as she came. Silently Doreen exploded like a dark star turning Nova. For a split second she was about as rigid as any woman who has ever truly experienced a most satisfying climax can tell you, as she hung suspended between time and space for several very long, very agonizing moments as I felt my hair beginning to come out by the roots.

"Ok, change." Dawn said a little too late, not realizing, as I was well aware by now that Doreen was off spinning through space. "I said change Doreen, Doreen?" 

Cindy began laughing. "Too late kiddo, Mr. Wonder tongue's gone off and done it again I fear. 

Doreen's sucked in breath finally found its way back. As she bellowed her orgasmic cry of release, she slowly relaxed her hands, allowing me in turn to begin slowing down, matching her sensitivity with my slowly easing manipulations of her clit.

"Shit, I'll probably cum the moment he touches me after having watched that!" Dawn said semi-seriously.

She was almost right. Though it probably took less than a minute before she did.

#

"Well? Now what?" Brad said as he sat down on one of the other chairs recuperating. Cindy had had an orgasm, albeit a small one. I knew as I knew very well how hard Cindy could cum when she really felt it. But at least she had, which I now knew was merely a warm up for her, all things considered.

"Well, as it IS getting late, we should probably go round everyone up for the annual "deck the balls" to end the evening with," Dawn said. 

"Deck the balls?" I asked curiously.

"Wait until you see this David," Jack told me leaning over to whisper to me. "Dawn came up with this idea to close the evening with a few years ago. It became so popular that first year, that now it's become tradition every time we end the evening for another year."

"Deck the balls?" I asked him once again.

"Yeah, you know. Like the song!" He began singing. "Deck our balls with lotsa pussy...fucka fucka fuck...a fucka fuck. Tis the season to make em juicy, licka licka lick...a licka lick. Dawn's now in her gay apparel..."

"Ok, Ok, I get your point, I think," I told him interrupting the song. Dawn was already leading everyone upstairs checking the other room along the way to ensure she rounded up everyone as we went. 

"Catchy tune though don't you think?" He asked.

"Yeah, everything but the gay part. You mind going ahead of me?" I said letting him pass. Jack gave me a playful shove. "Don't worry my friend, there's a lot of pussy remaining to be screwed tonight, and I'm not about to waste it on your bony ass!"

"Cindy? Did you hear that? Jack said I have a bony ass!"

"Actually David, you hardly have any ass at all," she said affectionately.

"I do to!"

"Not." Jack said kidding around. 

"Boys...boys. Play nice," Doreen warned us both. "Or I'll send you to bed without any pussy!"

I had to laugh at that. "Gee, I can almost hear mother telling me that. Shit, wish she had in fact when I was younger," I quipped.

By the time we'd all arrived back in the living room, most of the other guests were already there waiting for us.

"We were starting to wonder where you all were," Good old George asked. "Everyone's anxious to play deck the balls."

After a few more minutes everyone had been rounded up. "Ok most everyone here's participated in the final festivity of the evening. But for the benefit of David and Cindy who are with us for the first time this year, I thought it might be considerate to explain how this works," she began saying.

Even before Dawn had begun explaining, the women had all taken a folding chair that had been stacked, leaning against the wall, as we'd come in.

"What are the chairs for?" I asked Jack.

"Shhh...you'll see. Now listen."

"As everyone should know or remember, each of the guys gets ten thrusts inside the pussy they're standing behind. Ten thrusts to start, and not one thrust more. When you've completed your ten, everyone moves to the right. Now you do nine thrusts and not one thrust more, and so on. There's no stopping for any reason until you've completed the required number of thrusts. If the guy climaxes, he's out, and so's the woman whose pussy he just came in. We keep going until there's only one pair remaining, and they keep going, or cumming rather," Dawn said with a giggle. "And are declared the official 'deck the balls" winners for the year."

"So who won last year?" I had to ask.

Jack grinned proudly. "Cassandra and I won," he said. "Which was pretty fucking cool considering it's the only time of the night, for the year for that matter, that Cassandra even lets a man anywhere's near her. So the fact it was her pussy that I came in as the last man standing, was kind of a rare event."

I noticed that there were eleven women and only nine men as we took up our positions. It was evident that really didn't matter though as the game continued on around the circle, there would always be two women who wouldn't be participating until the line caught up with them again. If anything, it kept them in the game for a little longer. Dawn had everyone draw names to see who would start with whom and in which order. Once we were all paired off the game would begin. As I was with Michelle to start with, she stood behind her chair using it as a support and bent over so as to allow me quick and easy access to her pussy.

"Ok guys, everyone slip it in. When I say go, begin thrusting. And remember, no stopping until you've completed all ten required cunt-fucks. Ready guys? Then go!"

We didn't lose anyone until the third round. Unfortunately it was Dawn's pussy that the guy who lost happened to be in at the time when he did. "Shit!" Dawn exclaimed exasperatedly leaving the circle taking her chair as she did. "And I never got to cum either!" She exclaimed good-naturedly.

"That is one of the perks for the women," Brad stated. "They get to cum as many times as they can...or want to. It's the guys who determine whether they stay in the game or not."

Suddenly I was glad I'd had as many orgasms as I had this evening. Maybe having done so would give me some sort of an edge, though as I thought about it, Jack and Brad had probably cum just as many times as I had.

Actually, it was a hell of a lot harder than I realized it would be. As strange as this game really was, it was extremely arousing. I found that I had to quit looking around the room at everyone else while I fucked the particular woman I was with. Seeing so many men and women fucking together in the room at the same time was visually erotic and a bit more stimulating than I would have imagined it. One by one the guys began dropping out until it was down to just three of us, Myself, Jack and Brad. Fitting under the circumstances, as we'd been a bit competitive all evening anyway. As for the women, Cindy was still in as was Doreen, Cassandra, Michelle and a rather voluptuous looking brunette with boobs the size of cantaloupes. Even more amusing, we'd just reached "one" stroke. And as Dawn had explained, we'd now begin counting back up towards ten.

Initially it was pretty easy going as we were all getting a "quickie" breather between women. But when we'd reached eight cunt-thrusts it was becoming more and more difficult to continue to hang in there. To my delight, Brad was the next one of us to cave in taking the brunette with him when he did. 

"Look's like it's down to just you and I buddy," Jack told me. "And I have every intention of becoming the only two time winner since we started this particular event," he said challengingly.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we?" I shot back at him determinedly.

Stepping in behind Michelle while Jack placed his prick inside Cindy, we prepared to go into the next and final round when one of us would be declared the eventual winner. All of those that had been eliminated during the course of the last half hour began counting out the fuck-thrusts as the game once again continued.

"One...two...three...four...five..." Michelle's cunt was so fucking slippery and velvety feeling that I began to worry I was going to lose it in her.

"...six...seven...eight...nine!" Dawn called out stopping us. Had I of gone two...maybe three more strokes inside that delicious cunt I'm near positive I'd have lost it. Glancing over towards Jack, as I was somewhat relieved to see the sweat and anxiety etched into his face too. Obviously he'd been just as close as I had been. I now slipped into Cassandra who though lubricated well enough to keep me from rubbing my dick raw, was obviously in no danger of experiencing an orgasm herself, which as I thought about it might give me a very slight edge. although a slim one. He on the other hand had Michelle to deal with, and she'd nearly done it for me.

"Ok...ready? Here we go!" Dawn said leading the group. 

"One...two...three...four...five...six...seven." My orgasm was inching closer but I knew I'd at least make it past Cassandra. Taking a quick look at Jack I was happy to see by the look on his face that he was struggling like crazy to keep from spurting his juice into her.

"...eight...nine...ten!" Dawn yelled once again stopping us both. "OK...NO dawdling guys...come on...next woman!" She demanded from us.

Somehow we both made it through the next round. I now found myself standing behind Cindy and knew without a doubt this was going to be the end of it for one of us. I knew how delightfully wonderful her beautiful pussy would feel like. And I also knew if I kept thinking in those terms, I'd never make it past the next few strokes. I was already teetering on the edge as it was.

"Hurry...hurry!" Dawn demanded from us. "No resting!"

As I slid into Cindy...Jack slid his prick inside Doreen. "One...two...three..."

As I stood there fucking my wife, I began thinking to myself, experiencing the familiar feel of my wife's cunt. Naughty self came to my rescue as the thought emerged..."There's no place like home...there's no place like home." Suddenly I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and though I was shoving my prick in and out of my wife's silky-slick pussy, I was imagining clicking my ruby slippers together instead.

"...four...five..."

"Ah FUCK!" Jack shouted in dismay.

"There's no place like home!" I said filling my wife's pussy a second later...hearing the sound of her simultaneous orgasm as I did. Cindy turned her head to look back at me with a confused expression on her face.

"I'll tell you later," I said somewhat embarrassed feeling just a little silly.

"I think we have new champions!" Dawn officially declared enthusiastically as everyone began congratulating Cindy and I on an exceptional performance.

To our real surprise however, Jack soon appeared with a rather handsome trophy of a naked woman leaning over the back of a chair, a man standing behind her with a rather exaggerated looking penis about to enter her. Four previous winner's names were engraved in the cup along with the year they had won.

"It will be my honor to have yours and Cindy's name engraved on the Deck the Balls trophy as this years honored winners," he announced handing it to me. "Just make sure you bring it back with you next year," he added winking at us.

"You can count on it!" I told him proudly.

#

Nearly a years gone by now. Surprisingly, true to their word and commitment, just as Cindy and I have honored and agreed to our own New Years Resolution, we've not once strayed outside the boundaries. And believe me, it's not been very damn easy either! 

Over the course of the year we've spent several weekends with our very best friends. Often ending up fucking side by side in bed together, or watching one another pleasurably satisfying our partners orally in our hot tub. In a way, it's been like a year of extended foreplay as we began counting the weeks, then finally the days as the Christmas and New Years holidays approached.

"Excited about tomorrow?" Cindy asked obviously every bit as excited as I was, we'd just given one another two very pleasurable orgasms in hopes of taking some of the edge off. It would be exactly a week before Christmas. We'd already made plans with Jack and Dawn shortly before the Thanksgiving holiday to spend the entire day together up at a nearby ski lodge. Though none of us had made any plans to actually do any skiing.

"Hell yes!" I told her truthfully. "In fact, I've got the same buzz going that I used to feel when I was a kid getting ready to go to bed so that Santa would come," I told her.

"Hmmm, me too." She said softly stroking my now very softened penis. "Only I don't think its Santa who'll be cumming!" she said wrapping those warm delicious lips around my blood engorged dick.




A New Years Resolution



A long, long time after that, Cindy rolled over, the cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she smiled wickedly towards me. My own face slickened with her pleasurings as we'd given one another a wonderful send-off in a thoroughly delightful '69', culminating in a near-simultaneous orgasm.

Inside my head, Naughty self had just put on his PJ's in preparation for going to bed, excited to wake up, just as I had been when I was his age.

"Goodnight you very naughty man you," Cindy said already sounding half asleep as she drifted off.

I smiled.

"Goodnight Cindy," I heard Naughty self telling her as he climbed into his bed, already too excited to go to sleep.

"Goodnight my love," I told her for myself, listening to the soft gentle sound of her snoring as I anxiously lay waiting for the night to pass and morning to come.



A New Year's Resolution



I'm not gay (laughing), with that said, I have seen some very good looking, uh, guys. Okay, go ahead and laugh. You see, toward the end of this past summer (August 2011), my wife and I visited an old friend of mine in Pattaya, Chon Buri, Thailand. He's a former Navy Seal. I'm a former Army Ranger assigned to SOG when we met and never mind how we met, that operation may still be classified even though it's been more than thirty years since then. Anyway, my wife was feeling rather confined. A retired police officer, she'd gotten used to running the roads, so to try to cure her "need for speed," I suggested that we take a road trip and, to make her feel better, she could drive. However, about that time, I got an e-mail from a former partner saying that I still had an open invitation to come visit. With his job, he couldn't leave the country and his company wouldn't give him time off nor release him from his current contract without a considerable financial penalty. He added that Pattaya is a coastal town and has several very good eateries. I remembered my TDY trips to Thailand when I was in the service and the delicious seafood. A couple of weeks later, my wife and I were on a flight to Bangkok. 

It took us around twenty hours of flying, with a refueling stop, to get us there. I tried to figure out the time differentials, but all I got was confused. What I finally came up with is that they're twelve hours ahead of us . . . or behind us and, after twenty hours of flight, we got there eight hours or so after we'd left – according to the clock. My watch said differently. My old partner picked us up at the airport in – get this – a chauffeured company limousine. We were duly impressed. And nearly had heart attacks – three of them – on the way down to Pattaya. If any of you have ever driven in Italy or even New York, you may have a small idea of what that drive was like, because it was easily ten times more frightening. By the time we got to his home, my right arm, on which my wife had kept a death grip, was ready to fall off. She said that I was remarkably calm through it all, but it was just my poker face. I was just as terrified. Through it all my old partner was relaxed and kept up a running commentary about not only Thailand and Pattaya in particular, but also about former buddies of ours, American and Asian, that had stayed or returned to Viet Nam and Thailand. It is a beautiful region. 

That night, he let us catch up on some of the jet lag and, the next day, took us out for one of the best ocean crayfish lunches I've ever had. After we were completely stuffed with crayfish, tiger shrimp cocktails, some of the best shark snacks I've ever eaten and some decent rice wine – imported from Japan – we went to visit a couple of clubs. We were still early, but he kept it light, since we were still pretty much done in by the travel and changes in time. He said that his wife, a very young Thai woman, wanted to take us to at least one "lady-boy club." I'll have to admit that I'd never heard of "lady-boys." Trans-sexuals, cross-dressers, yes, but lady-boys? My old partner joked that in Pattaya the best looking women were probably men. I laughed politely at the time, but when we got to the club and I saw the performers, I understood what he'd meant. My wife turned to his wife and asked if she was sure that these were men. She nodded and smiled, the usual answer of most Thais to questions she thought were kind of . . . well, dumb. 

The look of these beautiful . . . what? Men? Women? Left me doubting myself because I was practically slobbering at their beauty. At any rate, I guess that's were I got the germ for the following story – purely a work of fiction. Much later, I was awakened by the startling thought that my old partner's wife could very well be one herself. I shook my head and rolled over, my wife pressed her warm butt against my belly, and I went back to sleep. But the next day, I kept staring at my partner's wife. She was very beautiful, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in a country full of beautiful women and it made me wonder. She ignored my curious looks and asked if we'd enjoyed ourselves the previous night. I nodded, still thinking of the fullness of some of those performers' breasts, the shape of their hips and their small slender hands and feet. They hadn't looked like men. She and my wife were laughing and talking about the evening, so when my wife asked about their breasts, I perked my ears up. 

My partner's wife began explaining the process they went through to get like that. She said that they took female hormones, had their breasts augmented and some had plastic surgery to have their faces re-shaped and even had their testicles surgically removed! I also found out that she'd met my old partner while working as a translator at the American Embassy. That, at least partly, mollified my thoughts about her real sex. However, I still wondered about the two of them. When we got back, I began working on this story. It's been sitting on the back-burner, getting properly aged before I re-read it, corrected some spellings, awkward grammar and bad phrasing. Then I put it away again, figuring on looking it over again in a couple of weeks while I did a little more research on gay and transsexual life styles and sex. I just pulled it back up and, reading it over, it seems okay, so here goes with . . . "A New Year's Resolution." 

— — — — — 

I awakened with a big, throbbing head. Last night had been New Year's Eve and we'd been out in mid-town Atlanta, in the heart of all the nightclubs, welcoming the new year in. Now I was paying for it. I closed my eyes and pulled my wife's hips to me, pressing my uncoiling cock against her sweet buns and pressing my chest against her velvety, slender back. My nose was all plugged up and I couldn't smell a thing. It was my usual condition when I awakened with a hangover. It would take me most of today and part of tonight to recuperate and get my sense of smell back. However, I figured that it was just as well, I wouldn't have to smell my own stinky, alcohol-laced b. o. But first, I wanted a piece of ass. I was always horny as hell when I was hung-over and fucking my alcohol-laced cum into my wife's slick pussy always helped. 

I snuggled up to her ass and reached around her waist, pressing on her soft tummy as I pushed my stiff cock between her round, yielding butt-cheeks. She had both hands over her pussy, and I figured she had her fingers in as well, her favorite way to sleep. Unable to get my hands on it, I took her butt cheeks in both hands and spread them, sliding the top length of my stiff shaft along her clenched little butt-hole. She gave a sighing moan and I felt it loosen as she pushed back. I reached around again, trying to grab her pussy, but she still wouldn't yield and move her hands. Oh, well, I loved her gripping asshole, but she usually never let me have any of it unless I fucked her pussy first and made her cum at least once. Only then was she mellow enough to give up her brown-eye. I barely remembered fucking her last night, so maybe this morning it was okay. I was still pretty shot, so I wasn't paying attention to much more than my rutting need as I slid my fingers tentatively down between her cheeks and felt up her butt-hole. With another low, moaning sigh, she unclenched it, letting me slip one, then two fingers in. It already felt slick, so we must have at least started on it last night. Oh, well. I wanted pussy, but her tight asshole was even better. 

I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up like splitting a ripe peach and pressed my cock-head against her unfurling asshole. God, she was really willing I grinned, shoving all of me into her. She rewarded me with a backward bump and a whimpering gasp as she completely engulfed me – all the way to the balls. She felt a little different, but I was still too hungover and her tightly squirming colon on my lusting prick-head was just too wonderful. Her sphincter closed around my shaft, just behind my deeply immersed cock-head and gave me a welcoming squeeze. This was different, but I still failed to notice, it was just too good to do anything but enjoy. My fuzzy brain kept telling me that Carmella didn't have that kind of control in her asshole. It usually gaped open when I fucked her, fluttering around my cock-shaft and completely out of control. It was so loose afterward, that she had to run to the bathroom, holding her ass-cheeks together with both hands or while pressing a washcloth in her asshole to keep her shit from spilling out. But like I said, her sphincter gripping my shaft while my head wallowed in her writhing colon, just felt too damn wonderful to question at the time. So I rammed stiffly into her, gripping her hips and slamming hard into her "back seat pussy" – my teasing name for it. She only grunted and wiggled it back at me, demanding more and harder, so I gave her what she wordlessly begged for. 

"Oh, bay-bee . . ." I moaned into her soft hair. 

"Um-m-m-m," she crooned in response. 

She reached back, gripped my plunging hips and rolled onto her belly. I noticed that she had a pillow under her hips, another first – she never rolled onto her belly. I don't think she ever really thought about it, just took my ass-fucking cock and gritted her teeth until it was over. The pillow helped. I managed to get into her clenching and unclenching asshole deeper than ever before. She pulled her knees up on each side of the pillow and rocked her ass back and forth with each of my deeply plunging thrusts. Suddenly, she buried her face in the pillows and gave a little screech, stiffening and shuddering under me. She was cumming! I gasped, delighted with this new development, and went wild, slamming my cock hard into her. Ramming stiffly as I heard another muffled shriek and her ass trembled as if caught in an earthquake, still cumming. Then it was my turn. 

I rammed my stiff cock violently into her, my balls slamming hard against her firm split. I vaguely noticed that it was a firm split, but I was too far gone as I dug my toes into the bedding and held myself stiffly embedded deep in her squirming colon, blasting my hot cum deep into her. Her gripping sphincter was like a hand with fingers pinching the end of my cumming hose, creating a hard jet of cum that made her shudder and stiffen, her legs slowly straightening as she came again – or kept cumming, I couldn't tell which. I slid back, my cock-head clamped in her tightly gripping sphincter and, digging my toes in, hammered into her once more, sending another hard jet of white-hot cum into her, then again, holding myself in her ass stiffly, gripping her hips so tight that she could only shudder. I did it again a couple more times until I finally got enough control over myself that I could turn my hip-bruising grip loose. I sighed happily, still oozing cum into her asshole as I stretched out atop her, sliding my hands up her soft, velvety flanks and up her outspread arms, my eyes still puffed out and closed. She freed an arm long enough to reach down and yank the pillow free, tossing it on the floor. I lay on top of her, caressing her smoothly hairless arms and resting my chin on the top of her head, hearing a low, throaty, very satisfied, "ah-h-h" – and my eyes popped open. 

I realized that she wasn't trying to buck me off and that she wasn't fussing and fuming nor yelling at me to pull out so she could go to the bathroom. Also, my head, when lying atop her like this, was usually alongside hers. This . . . person was much shorter than Carmella. This person wasn't fussing at me that she wanted to go to the bathroom. This person wasn't trying to get me off her. I fact, she had pulled my arms under her face and was suckling on . . . MY THUMB! It felt nice and very erotic, but . . . this couldn't be my wife! Who the hell had I just fucked?! And in the ass!! 

My cock had been half-hard and I'd been thinking of leaving it in until I could get hard and fuck her wonderful ass again, but that cold realization completely deflated me and I suddenly jerked off her. As I rolled onto my side, my soft prick came out of her gripping asshole with a loud, champagne cork pop. I quickly yanked my thumb out of her suckling mouth and stared at the back half of the soft body lying in under me. It really looked nice, but it wasn't Carmella. Carmella had long, straight, jet-black hair from which she kept the salt sprinkles of gray off with judicious use of black hair coloring. This woman had long, straight hair alright, but it was a bright florescent red! 

"Hey!" she protested, turning a pair of almond-shaped, wide, blue eyes at me, "I was using that," she smiled very adorably, her dimples popping into her cheeks. 

"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted out. 

She smiled and rolled her upper body, resting her head on a shapely elbow, revealing a small pair of – maybe B-cup(?) – breasts to me. They were nice and perky, small, maybe a handful each – in small hands. 

"I'm Ronnie," she smiled, "and I love the way you fuck . . . Big Mike," she drew a deep sigh, "I love getting my ass fucked so much that I even sometimes forego getting sucked off for it," she giggled, "besides, my poor little thing is almost totally useless there." 

She rolled the rest of the way and my mouth gaped open as I got a look at "her" small, softly-shriveled penis. She or he or – fuck it – it gripped the little prick between her fingers – just . . . oh fuck it! Her fingers and held it's small, cum-oozing head up as she looked into my face and smiled. 

"It just lo-o-ves a stiff prick up my ass, yes! That's what makes it cum, you know." 

She giggled like a naughty little school-girl once more and dropped back, her hips still sideways and her shoulders flat on the pillow, her hands up by her head as if in surrender. 

"Fuck, Mikey," she sighed, "you got such a nice, big cock . . . and so fat!! Um-m-m," she ran her hands down her softly rounded tummy. 

I just lay there staring. I'd grabbed a pillow, automatically covering my crotch with it, my eyes big and round. What had I just fucked? 

"That big thing could make this exotic dancer quit dancing to devote herself strictly to one man, you know what I mean?" 

Her voice was a sexy contralto. If I closed my eyes – and I did – I could almost see a man with a high voice lying there. Fuck! She sounded so sexy! I opened my eyes and stared. God, she looked good. She was so small and slender – and I really liked them that small, maybe a repressed pedophilic urge, but I don't know why I ever married Carmella. She'd been wide-hipped and heavy-breasted. Not really my type, but I thought I'd fallen in love with her, so I married her. Now, after ten years, her hips were even wider, her tits hung down below her belly button and said belly, was as large and round as an eighty-pound pumpkin. Her once beautiful face had coarsened somewhat, but still cute – in a fat way. The only pleasure I got from her anymore, was fucking her plump, round, fat ass. Which, as big as it was getting lately, was beginning to be almost impossible. With her massive buttocks pulled as far apart as I could get them, I could only get it in a couple of inches – of course, my own growing paunch didn't help any either. I thought back on . . . what had she said her name was? Ronnie? Yeah, on Ronnie's nice rump. I'd gotten it in her all the way to the balls and shit it had felt damn good. 

"The last physical I had, the doctor told me that it was my pors-, um, pro-, um, a gland up in me that does it for me . . . makes me cum, that is," she chatted away like some empty-headed little bimbo, "and when a good, long, not to mention, fat cock rubs up against it," she arched her back and rubbed her small titties, "it not only sends chills all the way up my back-side, but it makes me spurt my cum all over . . . oh, by the way, I came all over your pillow. I hope you're not too mad at me?" she batted her eyes and pouted cutely. 

I watched as she sighed heavily, shivering as if she was cumming just thinking about it. Then she opened her slightly slanted, really blue eyes wide and smiled happily up at me. And I finally found my voice. 

"Wha-" I croaked and had to clear my throat, "ah-hem, what, I mean how did you, um, I mean, how did we, um, end up together?" I managed to sound meek and belligerent at the same time, my head spinning with possibilities. She quickly confirmed the one uppermost on my mind. 

"Don't you remember," she asked so sweetly innocent, that I thought she was teasing. 

I shook my head still staring at her. She had a beautiful body . . . up to a point. But then, even that didn't look too bad, in fact, it looked kind of . . . cute. She stretched out and shook her hair back, running her fingers through it. Very obviously, preening for my eyes. 

"Well," she interrupted my inspection, "I met you last night. You was by yourself and some guy – or was it a woman – anyway this guy was really bugging the hell outta me and you asked him to stop and let me do my stuff. You were kind'a tipsy on your feet, but when that guy stood up and took a swing at you, you floored him – her? with one mean right hook, boy," she giggled and caressed my right hand affectionately, "you bought me with that punch," she pulled my hand to her face and kissed my knuckles gently, caressing my hand like she was caressing a soft, fuzzy kitten, "that was the kind'a stuff only a real gentleman does." 

I sat up and looked around, almost expecting my wife to pop in through the bedroom door or out of the closet or bathroom. 

"Was I alone?" 

"Well, yeah," she giggled again, "why, did you have a date or something?" 

"Or something," I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, "I thought I had my wife somewhere." 

"Your wife!" she gasped, "ya mean you're married?!" 

"Unfortunately," I nodded, "wish I wasn't, but I had my fat wife in tow most of the night. God knows for all I know, she might be sleeping in the other bedroom," I scrubbed my face with my hands, sighing deeply. 

"Nope," she shook her head definitively, "ain't no one in here but you and me and your great big cock. Wanna fuck again before she gets home?" she looked at me hopefully. 

I stared at her considering her offer, but then I regretfully shook my head. Her face showed her disappointment, but she reached under my pillow and fondled my prick, sighing as it began stiffening in her soft hand. 

"Um-m. You're mouth says no but your big cock says yeah, yeah, yeah, and wants more," she giggled, "come on, how 'bout it? I was half-asleep when you fucked me a few minutes ago. I'm wide-awake now and I can really make it interesting," her wide eyes slanted into sexy little slits as she smiled. 

I was thinking really hard about it, but I still shook my head. 

"I'd sure like to, but I guess I better go find the old cow," I sighed. 

Standing up, I dropped the pillow. No need for anymore modesty. She'd probably seen me naked the night before and I had fucked her sweet ass. 

"Need to go to the bathroom?" I nodded toward her midriff. 

"No," she smilingly shook her head, then she realized what I meant, "NO!" she shook her head and began laughing, "I learned how to control that part of me a long time ago . . . when I was just a kid." 

"Okay, well, I gotta shit and clean up," she nodded and gave me a dismissive wave of the hand, pouting in disappointment. 

"Can we make a date for another good fuck?" she asked as I turned away. 

I felt something silky under my bare feet and glanced down. Then, picking the clingy stuff up, I realized that it was her panties. Without answering her question, I turned and looked at her. She smiled real big and held her hand out for these little wisp of nylon. I handed it to her as she stared pointedly at my stiffening cock. I was definitely thinking about another fuck with her . . . and it wouldn't cost me a dime! Fuck me! What was I? Queer all at once? I shook my head, not to decline her offer, but to myself, trying to clear it. I heard her sigh behind me, the bed springs soughing softly as, I guess, she stood up. 




A New Year's Resolution



Sitting on the pot, I had my eyes on the floor in front of me as she came in. I didn't want to look up. I was too confused. I'd fucked a guy! Sure she was a guy with tits and a great ass-fuck, but still . . . she was a guy! Her pretty, petite feet came into view. They were small and definitely very feminine. They weren't a guy's clod busters, they were a girl's feet, for God's sake. What kind of a guy was she? A gay – I didn't use the word "queer" – or . . . she was a very feminine guy, I answered myself. A fucking good-looking gay guy. Shit! What am I about to let myself in for?! 

"Um . . ." I paused, I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but she was too good a thing to pass up, "um, can I have your number? M-m-maybe, we could, you know, um . . ." 

"YEE-HA-A-A!!" she shrieked, "you like me! You really, really like me!" 

She wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me to her small, nicely-shaped breasts. When I leaned back in surprise, she dropped into my lap, straddling my thighs and rubbing her little prick against my belly giggling like an idiot. Her soft lips landed on the top of my head, on my ears and, when I looked up to try to stop her, pressed them to my lips, opening her mouth and sucking my tongue deep. God, she kissed great. I found myself responding in spite of my reservations. 

"Um-m-m," she moaned, reaching down and pulling up my piss-dripping cock. 

She giggled and slid back and off my lap, sitting on the back of her heels as she knelt between my feet and hefted my cock up to her wide-open mouth. 

"Um-m-m-m," she moaned again, pushing my foreskin back and licking the piss off the inside and top of my prick-head, "don't worry, I'll brush my teeth after," she stuffed my hard prick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it a couple of times before pulling back off it, "and I'll use your wife's toothbrush," she giggled and hunched her shoulders like a naughty little girl. 

"Ah-h-h," I groaned as she stuffed my cock in her mouth, "oh, shit, baby! Shit, that's so damn good!" 

"Um-m-m-m," she agreed looking up at me, smiling with her eyes – really! It was the first time I'd ever seen anybody actually smile with her eyes! 

She looked so sweetly innocent suckling and slurping on my cock that I could only shiver lustily. I hadn't felt like that since the very first time I'd fucked Carmella. I was certainly no virgin when I married her, and neither was she, but that first time was still a huge thrill. She'd actively sought out my cock back then, now I was lucky if she even bothered to move and usually quickly pushed me off, still spurting, after I came. I was glad we'd never had any kids. Lord knows how they would have turned out. Anyway, I was soon gasping, hanging onto her ears as she leaned forward on her hands, willingly letting me jerk her head back and forth, face-fucking her brutally. I was trying not to make her gag, but she straightened her neck a little more and pushed her head into my lap, sucking my whole cock down her throat as she introduced me to her tonsils. She clenched her eyes tight as I felt the constriction, then her eyes flew open in some surprise as all of me slipped down into her. She stared up at me with a suddenly startled, almost frightened, look as she gulped, swallowing my cock-head. For a frantic moment, she jerked back and forth, but I had such a firm grasp on her head that she finally gave in. A few moments later, I saw her eyes begin to roll back, but I was cumming as she began to slump. I suddenly panicked and, with a hard jerk, yanked my cock out of her throat, still spurting spasmodically, squirting my cum on her face, neck and perky little boobs, as I held her head up. She took a long, rasping gasp and jerked several times spastically as she came back to life. I held her head up as she gasped and coughed out a cum-snotty phlegm. Her eyes popped open and she gave me an baffled stare. Then she smiled up at me, reached up and took my cock back in her soft little hands. 

"Shit, that was good," she whispered hoarsely, "I came all over myself when you came," she giggled. 

I looked down and finally saw the puddle of cum, urine and shit. When she'd collapsed on me, it seemed as if everything had turned loose. I laughed and pointed down under her. 

"Looks like something else came out of you," I chuckled. 

She glanced down and gasped in horror, pressing her other hand to her mouth to cover her surprise. Her face turned red as she stared down in embarrassment. 

"That's okay, baby," I soothed, "it's tile and it cleans up easy. Get the shower going while I clean it up." 

"Wait," she turned to my soft, cum-dripping prick and sucked it back into her mouth, pushing the foreskin back with her tongue and teeth. 

"Shit!" I gasped, "ooh, that's good!" 

My cock twitched involuntarily, but refused to rise as she cleaned it off. 

"There," she patted it gently, "I'd hate for all that good cum to get washed down the drain." 

"It's all over you," I noted. 

"Hm?" she looked up at me then down at her breasts, "oh, goodness! It is, isn't it?" 

She giggled and started scraping as much of it as she could, licking it off her fingers as she looked around, trying to figure how to stand up with a minimum of mess. I wiped my dirty ass and stood. She glanced up at me as I reached a hand down to help her up, smiling gratefully. I didn't know what she saw in me other than my cock-size, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the . . . hm-m. I shook my head again and sighed, she was still a guy, but – fuck, she was a damn good cock-sucker and she had real good, well-trained asshole so . . . just . . . fuck it! 

"Shower?" I offered leading her by the hand toward the stall. 

"Thank you," she smiled, gracefully and carefully stepping over her messy pile. 

I held her waist as she stepped in, helping her keep her balance. Fuck, she had a nice ass. A real sweet-looking ass, at that. I fought the impulse to lean over and kiss it, it was that sweet looking. As she bent to turn on and adjust the water, I turned back and sighed, reaching under the cabinet for the stash of paper towels. I had a couple of nephews that, when they'd been toddlers, used to like to splash around in the commode. The towels came in handy then and they came in handy now. As I wiped the shit and piss off the floor, I wondered where my wife was. I'd never lost a wife before and I actually hoped that she'd stay lost a little longer. I finished with a little Lysol spray and tossed the whole mess into the tiny little trash can beside the counter. As I stepped into the shower, I wondered where I'd be if I was a lost wife. That's right, my head was still throbbing so bad that I was thinking that simple. I was so damn thirsty, too. As I stepped in, I raised my head and faced the spray, opened wide and sucked as much water as I could. It was warm and I wanted cold, but it was wet and I was thirsty. Ronnie looked up at me and giggled. 

"Still all hungover, huh?" 

"Oh, hell, yes," I grunted and stared down at her. 

She'd tucked her hair up in one of my wife's bathing caps to keep it dry. She was so tiny and cute that I wondered how old she was. She acted as if she wasn't more than thirteen or fourteen. I shook my head again, scattering drops of water all over. Ronnie squealed and giggled, trying to dodge the flying droplets. I laughed at her antics and pulled her to me. The top of her head barely reached my collar bone . . . and that was with the couple of inches the cap added. 

"How old are you," I suddenly blurted out. 

She stared up at me for a few seconds then shrugged and turned back to the water. 

"You know, it's not polite to ask a lady her age," then she giggled and gave her shoulders a quick hunch, "just be glad that I'm still young enough to be proud of my age," she turned back and looked me in the eyes, "I'm nineteen – twenty in three months. I've had guys tell me that my looks really turn them on, because I look like a very young teeny-bopper . . . what about you? Do my looks turn you on?" 

I started to shake my head, but instead, I smiled and nodded. 

"And it's not because you look so young. You're just beautiful all over," I blurted out without thinking, surprising myself as I realized that I really meant it. 

She squealed happily and hugged me tight, giving my chest quick little kissy pecks. 

"I love you for that," she squealed again, "you know exactly what to say. How'd you come up with that one," she giggled looking up at me expectantly. 

I suddenly turned red and shrugged, uselessly wiping the wet spray off her satiny shoulders. 

"I, um, I, uh, I didn't," I shrugged again, "i-it just came out of my mouth without thinking, that's, that's all," I looked away in embarrassment. 

"Aw-w," she leaned into me, pressing her little titties softly against my upper abdomen, "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to imply that . . . well, you know, that it was a story you told every girl, but it was so sweet and nice and I couldn't believe that anybody would just say it like that you know?" 

"Um . . ." 

"You're a really wonderful guy, you know?" she wiped her eyes, "I'm glad the water's running," she smiled tremulously, "I've never had anybody give me that kind of compliment." 

"I, uh . . . whoof!" 

She slammed against me, grabbing me around the waist and squeezing tightly. I stared down at her as she raised her head. She may have been small, but she was wiry, I gasped and looked down at her as she stood there with the most god-awful expression on her face. I suddenly realized that she was crying. 

"Oh, hell!" I whispered, "I, um, I didn't mean to make you cry!" 

"No, it's okay," she sniffled trying to smile, "it's just that . . . ah-HUNH!" she cleard her throat, "just that . . . see, nobody's ever told me anything so nice and really, really meant it, you know? They're always telling me stuff just to get something . . . a blow job, to feel my titties and see if they're real, even wanting to fuck my ass or suck my little prick, you know? Never to just . . . just because . . ." 

I held her quietly, not knowing what to say as she huddled against me, her arms around me as she clung tightly to me. 

"We, um, we better, um, you know, get, um, get dressed, okay?" I held her soft shoulders and held her off a little as I looked down into her downcast face. 

She suddenly looked up at me and nearly blinded me with the brightest, most stunning smile I'd ever seen on anybody. Nodding she turned and self-consciously half-squatted to turn the water faucets off. God, she had such a sweet ass. Then I wondered if it was real or if she had implants to make it look better. Without thinking, I reached out and touched it, trying to feel for implants. She giggled and looked around at me, holding her bent-over pose, one hand on her knee and the other bracing herself on the water tap. 

"Like what you feel?" she giggled. 

"Oh. I, uh . . ." 

"Oh, don't worry, you can feel all you want, anytime you want. You wanna fuck me, go ahead and fuck me. You wanna do anything with me," she shrugged and smiled over her shoulder at me, "I'm willing . . . with you and only you . . . anything, anything at all." 

She saw the doubtful look in my eyes. 

"Go ahead," she urged, "it's all natural, nothing but me and my female hormones," she straightened up and turned around, holding her small titties up for me, "I had little bumps and nice little nipples," she looked down at them as she held them for my inspection, "I was kind'a feminine looking and my areola were larger than most boys' were, so when I started taking hormones, they took off. I thought about getting them enhanced, but I heard that it's pretty painful and I'm not one for pain, you know?" she stared up at me and stopped talking. 

I had my hands on her perky little handfuls, squeezing gently and rubbing the nipples with my thumb. 

"Ooh," she gasped, "much more of that and I'm gonna knock you down and sit on your prick, stiff or not," she giggled eagerly. 

"No," I sighed, turning them loose regretfully, "gotta dry off and get dressed. I, um, I guess I need to go find my wife, see where she's got to." 

"Yeah, I guess so," she sighed deeply. 

I helped her out and grabbed a towel. As she reached for another, I wrapped it around her shoulders and massaged the water off her soft skin. 

"Ooh," she gave her little girl squeal again, "nice. Thank you." 

"Quite welcome," I picked up another towel for myself and began drying myself off. 

As she bent over the commode to dry her feet, I ran my damp towel over her back and down her buttocks, drying the crack of her ass gently before dropping to one knee and continuing down the backs of her legs. Her head down, looking at me between her legs, she smiled at me in appreciation. I grinned back and shrugged. 

"Habit," I smiled, "got a couple of young nephews I used to help with." 

"Lucky kids," she giggled, then, "ooh, I didn't mean . . . you know, um, that there was . . ." 

"Any hanky-panky," I grinned, "you're my first . . . I mean, um . . ." my face went beet red all over again. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she giggled, then looked serious, "no, I really do understand. You've never thought of your nephews like that." 

"Nope," I smiled, "but you're, um, you're so, um, so . . . so different, you know? I never expected, or even dreamed, that I'd meet somebody like you. I'm kinda glad that I was blasted out of my mind last night." 

"Well!" she sniffed in a mock frosty tone, then suddenly giggled, "that's a helluva compliment . . . was it a compliment?" she grinned as she pulled on her flimsy, transparently sheer, bikini panties. 

I watched her pull her little pecker up vertically and adjust her waist band. I was fascinated. She smiled up at me and began humming the stripper tune as she pulled on her pink nylon stockings. 

"Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da dah-da-da-a-a-da, boom chaka boom chaka boom . . ." 

I laughed and waved her away as I went back into the bedroom and dug out some underwear from my chest of drawers. A few minutes later, she stepped out and met me. 

"I left my dress and heels in the living room . . . or was it the kitchen?" she paused, "fuck we had a great time on the kitchen table, didn't we?" 

I stared in confusion. What had we done on the kitchen table. She saw my confusion and laughed a low, throaty, very feminine laugh. 

"You don't remember! I'll tell you, you laid me out on my back on that table and shoved that big monster down my throat. That's right, the bathroom this morning wasn't the first time I sucked you off," she laughed at my confusion, rushing up to me and hugging me, "then you spun me around like a top, pulled me to the edge of the table, shoved my legs up to my ears and fucked the hell out of my asshole," she kissed my bare chest, "it was great. I got to suck you off twice and got your big cock in my ass twice. What a man!" 

So that's why her ass was so well-oiled. Must have been my cum still in her. 

"Man, you're ingenious," she giggled, "who knew Crisco was such a good lubricant. Um-m-m, um! Your big cock slid right into me." 

Fuck me, I thought, I hadn't done that in years, not since I'd been a horny fifteen year old with Lisa Dorning. Fuck she'd had such a tight pussy, but we'd managed to get the deed done. Wouldn't leave me alone for the next semester. Then one summer vacation, she was sent to visit her aunt and ran off with a boy the day before she was supposed to come back. It was a relief for me, but her folks raised some holy hell about it. I suddenly came back to earth as Ronnie bumped her chest into me and, cocking one leg behind her, rested her chin on my chest. 

"Thanks. I had a wonderful time. Will you call me?" she pleaded. 

"Well, I got the day off tomorrow and I'm supposed to go to a football game, but, um . . ." 

"But, um, what?" she smiled. 

"Well they are two of my best buddies and they'll cover for me, so . . ." 

"It's a date!" she squealed, "I'll call off sick. I'll write down the address for you – no, wait, your wife might find it . . . give me your cell phone number and I'll text you the address, okay? Hm? Okay?" 

"Sounds like a plan," I grinned picking her up in a bear hug and kissing her soft lips, "um-m-m," I moaned into her mouth. 

"Um-m, is right," she giggled and sighed as I set her back on her tiny feet then, looking up at me with a worried look on her face, she added, "you won't, um, you know, forget?" 

"Not on your life," I smiled, "not on your life. If I don't call you, it'll either be because my wife killed me or a meteor came down on my head." 

"I don't know why, but I've gotten to really like you . . . really like you a lot in just this little while," she whispered softly. 

I sighed and let her go, "let's go get the rest of your clothes, okay?" 

"Sure," she grabbed my hand and led me out, walking on the tips of her toes. 

We found her bright pink dress and a white half-jacket crumpled in front of the sofa. I spotted a large wet spot on a cushion and quickly turned it over. 

"Oops," Ronnie gave me a silly grin, "you had me on my belly there, too," I smiled and shook my head. 

She quickly slipped into her dress and I zipped it up for her. 

"Fuck me," I thought as I slid my hands down her arms, "she feels so fucking sexy." 

She didn't wear a bra and from the looks of her, didn't need it. Her perky little boobs jiggled nicely under her dress. I wandered into the kitchen and spotted her white platform heels. One was under the table and the other beside the stove. She held onto my arms as she stepped into them. Before she could sit to buckle the ankle straps, I knelt and buckled them for her. 

"Damn," she gave a little shudder, "I think I love you, will you marry me?" she giggled. 

"Sure, but I think my wife might have something to say about it," I teased back. 

"Well," she sighed, "there's always gotta be a fly in the ointment." 

I chuckled and straightened up. Her five inch platforms brought the top of her head to just under my nose, just the right height, I thought. 

"You sexy thing, you," I grinned, unable to stop my mouth as I held her hand. 

"It's about time you warmed up to me," she giggled, "c'mere, you," she tugged my hand and, as she ran her hands behind my shoulders, I ran mine behind her back and slid them down to her rump, "oo-oo-ooh," she giggled, I like that . . . so, see you tomorrow?" 

"With bells on," I grinned, thinking, "oh, well, in for a penny, in for a dollar," kissing her puckered lips. 

"Fuck me, she kisses good," I smiled to myself. 

"Wanna ride anywhere?" she smiled up at me. 

"Um, I don't know, why?" 

"I drove you home last night. You were so wasted, I didn't want my knight in shining armor to wind up in an accident or in jail, you know?" 

"And you stayed home with me after all that?" 

I took her elbow and helped her to the door. She was amazingly well-balanced on those stilts. Then I realized that she probably did her dance routine with them, and shrugged, oh, well. 

"How about dropping me off at my car?" 

"Anything my honey-delight wants," she was still smiling from ear to ear. 

Her car was a tiny mini-Cooper. Just the right size for her, but I had a little trouble keeping my knees from pounding my chin when we went over potholes and bumps. We rode in silence for ten minutes or so – and she never quit smiling, glancing at me every so often with a look of awe or surprise or something. A few moments later, she reached over and laid her small hand over mine, letting out a deep heartfelt sigh. 

"I still can't believe it," she whispered almost to herself. 

"Hm-m?" I looked at her. 

"I can't believe that I just met you last night, that you're married and that I'm asking you to come to my place. My inner sanctum. My Fortress of Solitude. My very private retreat. My safe little hidey hole . . . you know? I mean, I feel as if I could trust you with not only my money, but my life, too," she shook her head, "but I do," then came the ding-bat question, "does that mean that gay trans-sexuals also have a woman's intuition?" 




A New Year's Resolution



I burst out laughing and slid my arm around her head, giving it a playful shake. 

"You really are something, you know?" I laughed, "truly, truly a work of art," I dropped my voice to a normal level, "a very lovely work of art." 

I, too, was beginning to feel very comfortable with this tiny, gay, trans-sexual guy and for the second time that day, I asked myself if I was a closet queer as well. Fuck it. I shrugged, just . . fuck it I fussed at myself, take it as it comes, or rather take her as she is, just . . . fuck it. 

"I am so looking forward to tomorrow," she smiled, bouncing up and down in her seat, "I think we started the year off right, sweetie, just right," her smile went wider and we almost ran off the road as she stared into my eyes. 

"Whoa!!" she gasped and I jumped, grabbing the steering wheel as the rumble strips growled loudly from the tires. 

I held the wheel steady until she got her hands back on it and steered us back onto the road. It was a good thing that it was New Year's Day and we had very little traffic on the road. A tractor-trailer rig on the opposite side of the median gave us a long, wailing honk from his air horn as we laughed like idiots at the mishap. Minutes later we were chatting and laughing at each other's jokes as if we were old, old friends. 

We got to the strip club far too quickly for my taste. My big, diesel pick-up truck was the only one in the parking lot so we pulled up beside it. I lingered in the tiny car with the door open and a leg stretched out, chatting as long as I dared. I finally checked my watch and we said our good-byes with a couple of prolonged tongue kisses. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered. 

"Tomorrow," I whispered back, "sometime around noon, okay?" 

"Um-hm," she nodded. 

I managed to climb out of the confining little thing and shook myself, stretching and popping my back and shoulders. I waved at her again and pulled the door to my truck open, I had apparently left it unlocked. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have my truck keys. In college, I used to tape the extra key under the gas can in the bed for emergencies and . . . yes! There it was, I had my house keys in my pocket. I climbed in and warmed the glow plugs for the required minute before cranking it. As the valves rattled and black smoke rolled out of the exhaust stack, I waved at Ronnie. She waved back, put her tiny car in gear and drove off. A few minutes later, so did I. Now to find my wife. 

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As I pulled into my brother's driveway, I saw that both, his truck and his son's car were there. At first I thought that he was home until I remembered that he'd taken a cab to go partying. He'd said that he liked to live so he was taking a cab. However, I figured that since we'd started out together last night, this was as good a place to start as any. It seemed empty as I walked to side door, my cowboy boots clopping on the decking. I fished under the flower pot for the key as I turned the door knob and was surprised when the door knob turned. I left the key where it was and pushed the door open. Somebody was home. Victor and his wife had divorced several years ago, but his son had one more semester to finish for his bachelors's degree. The boy had spent four years in the Army and had come home with his GI Bill money which Victor supplemented for party money. As I recalled, the boy had always been infatuated with Carmella and was always bringing her presents when he was home. Even though she was as big as a house now, he still hung around her like a love-sick puppy. 

Walking into the kitchen, I saw two coffee cups sitting on the table and a pot of coffee still steaming in the drip pot. Fresh! I took a deep whiff and pulled out a clean cup. My first sip was almost heavenly and helped begin clearing my head. It didn't matter how stuffy my nose got, I could always smell a good, strong, pot of coffee. Hearing a few bumps and some feminine gasps, I wondered if I might know the little slut Tony might have in his bed with him. Not wanting to interfere, I figured I'd wait until they were done to ask about Carmella. As I wandered around the living room – the house was a small, two bedroom ranch with only one bathroom and the rooms opening out into the living room – I heard another groaning moan and a familiar sounding "oh-Tony!" It was a little muffled, but it sounded familiar and I began to wonder who it was. Itching to see if I knew the girl, I snuck up to the bedroom and turned the knob slowly and quietly. My eyes went wide and I stood there in shock as I realized that I actually did know who it was. 

I stood there frozen, staring at Carmella on her back! Tony had his hands on the backs of her pudgy knees, holding them pressed tight against her fat, floppy breasts. Her hands gripped his upper arms, forcing her heavy tits over her mouth. That's why her voice had sounded muffled – her huge, floppy tits covered her mouth! I stood there watching as Tony plunged his youthful cock in and out of Carmella's loose and sloppy cunt. Then I looked again. It wasn't her cunt, it was her asshole! 

"Oh, Auntie," he moaned, "my sweet Auntie!" 

"Mm-m-m-ah! Ah-H-H-H!" she squealed. 

She had her eyes closed, her lips smiling dreamily as my nephew fucked my wife's ass! I felt a sudden surge of jealous anger, but as quickly as it came, it passed and I grinned. Yes! That's exactly what I needed. I stepped back and pulled the door against the doorpost without latching it. I didn't want even the slightest bit of noise to disturb them. Smiling, I almost "whistled a happy tune" as I carried my cup with me and lowered myself onto Victor's easy chair. It creaked slightly and I held my breath. The steady sound of slapping hips never wavered as Carmella squealed and crooned, with Tony only grunting in response. None of the bedrooms had bathrooms, so they'd have to come out through the living room to go use it. I smiled and waited for them to have their fun. I could wait. I might even go see Ronnie at work tonight. I smiled as I lit another cigarette, flipping my Zippo shut quietly. 

Forty-five minutes and eight cigarettes later, they were still at it. It must be nice to be as young as Tony and have all that stamina. I'd heard Carmella cry out several times – her cries of cumming – but Tony seemed tireless and I could still hear his hips slapping against Carmella's fat bottom. I'll admit, when she let me have some, her cushiony inner thighs felt sweet, but she'd never let me push them up as high as Tony had them – of course, it seemed as if he had a smaller, more average prick. Oh, well. I guessed that it would grow a little more. I got up, refilled my long-empty cup and lit another cigarette. Just as I settled into Victor's chair, I heard Tony's cumming gasp. 

"I'm cumming!" he cried out, "oh, Auntie! Auntee-ee-ee!!" 

The thumping sounds stopped for a few seconds, then I heard a sharp, squealing scream from Carmella and the sound as if someone was playing a violin badly as the bedsprings quivered. Then silence broken by a long grunting sigh from Tony. 

"Oo-ooh-h-h, Tony!" Carmella gasped, then she giggled, "darn, honey, it's just pouring out of me. Want me to change the sheets? They're getting all wet and crap's smearing all over them. Darn! Darn! Darn!" 

"That's okay, Auntie, I'll do it later," Tony's voice sounded relaxed. 

The bed springs protested again, sounding like Carmella's almost four-hundred pound, hefty body was rolling around on it. 

"Fuck me, Auntie," Tony sounded pleased, "I love you and your wonderful ass." 

"Aw-w, honey . . . I love you, too and I've dreamed about doing something like this with you since you were a young boy." 

"Umh," he grunted in agreement, "if only I'd known. I jacked off so many times when I was a kid to dreams of fucking you. You know, I saw you naked from the side once and in your underwear a lot of times. Man! I loved it. I must have jacked off to those memories a million times. One time I even . . ." 

"Gotta go to the bathroom," she interrupted him, "I've got a spastic colon and my butt always acts up after, um . . . you know." 

"But it was so good," Tony chuckled. 

"Yeah it was," she giggled as I heard her feet thump onto the floor. 

I remained in the easy chair, sipped my coffee and took a deep drag of my cigarette. The coffee had gone cold as I'd listened to them fucking each other's brains loose. Carmella didn't see me as she rushed out the door and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

"It's about time," I noted in a conversational tone. 

Carmella froze in her tracks and dropped the tee shirt she'd pulled between her ass-cheeks. Her eyes went wide, looking like a deer in the headlights as she saw me sitting in her brother's easy chair with the cup of coffee in my hand. 

"You always did make some good coffee, honey," I raised the cup in salute and took a sip of the room temperature stuff. 

"Mike!" she gasped. 

Her bowels emptied atop the tee shirt, splashing runnily over it and oozing onto the floor. 

"HEY, TONY!" I called out, "COME ON OUT AND SEE THE MESS YOUR LOVER MADE ON THE FLOOR OUT HERE!" 

Apparently Tony had already heard me, because he came out in shorts and a clean tee shirt, having taken the time to dress while Carmella stood naked, petrified in all her flabby glory in front of the bathroom door. 

"She didn't make it to the pot," I pointed with my cup, "oh, and by the way," I stared evilly at her, "this means you're getting an apartment, because," I turned to Tony, "she certainly isn't coming back inside my house. If she wants to come back, she can sleep out in the garage with the dogs." 

I stood up and left. 

"Tony likes 'em big," I chuckled, climbing back in my truck, "and Carmella certainly is BIG." 

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Carmella tried to call me all that day and the next. I'd returned home long enough to pack a couple of bags with some clothes and all the valuables I could find except for the silver service. While I was at it, I took the glass and gold filigree goblets we'd toasted each other with at our wedding and smashed them on the kitchen floor, stomping on them until they were flat, shapeless messes of gold and cut crystal. Around noon, I sent her a text message telling her that I'd be out of the house for the next three days and if she wanted any of her things, to come get them, then I added that I was taking my guns and if, when I returned, she was still there, she'd remain there with deer shot weighing her dead body down. After that I didn't answer any of her messages nor her phone calls. I did answer a call from Victor. He belligerently demanded to know what the fuck had happened and why I was threatening his sister. He was so damn at me that I culdn't get a word in edgewise for a few minutes. When he finally settled down and let me get in a few words, he was completely incredulous, but after listening some more, he said that he'd find out the truth and take care of both of them. I didn't doubt him. He and I had been friends since grade school, often chasing girls together and sometimes taking turns fucking the same girl in the back seat of his old, beat-up Chevy. I spent that first night of my separation at the gay strip bar where Ronnie worked. 

When Ronnie saw me sitting at a table next to the stage, she threw in a few extra wiggles and lowered her panties for me. Turning, she presented her bare butt to me. It seemed to actually wink it at me! I laughed and clapped at her trick, pulled out a ten and pressed it between her firmly rounded butt-cheeks. She giggled, pulled up her panties, dancing the rest of the night with the top of it peeking out. Several other guys tried to do the same thing, but she shied away from them, presenting her front – panties completely covering it – for them to stick the money in and cop a quick feel before dancing away. 

"Fuck me, she's gorgeous," I grinned to myself, suddenly knowing where I was going to spend the night. 

What I didn't like about that place was that it seemed as if every guy there was trying to pick up another guy. I'd never been in there before – at least half-way sober – and generally, I stayed away from gay bars and places like that, so I couldn't get used to getting hit on by men. All kinds of men. There was one with a cute little ass, but his five o'clock shadow and wicked middle eastern nose was hard to take. Then there was one that scared the hell out of me, as big and hulking as he was. When he approached and I turned him down flat, he leaned in close to my face. I'd been in a lot of bar fights in my younger, military days and I automatically shoved him back, my chair going over backwards as I stood up, ready for a fight. He only looked at me with a hurt expression on his face and shambled away. When Ronnie got her first break, she ran to the back, got a wrap and quickly joined me at my table. 

"I was scared when that big guy leaned over your table," she hollered in my ear, making herself heard over the booming loudspeakers. 

"It ain't my first rodeo," I yelled back, "what time do you get off?" 

She pressed her lips to my ear and, just loud enough for me to hear, "I got off when I saw you sitting there, all tan and handsome," she giggled and squeezed my arm. 

I threw my head back and laughed as she continued. 

"I got one more set, then I can leave," she grinned, "hey, I've made more tips since you came in than I've ever made before," she showed me the wad of ones, fives, tens and even a one hundred dollar bill. 

"Make you wanna stay?" I grinned waggling my eyebrows. 

"Not on your fucking life!" she gave me a look, mocking shock and surprise, at the very idea that she might want to stay, "I'm looking for some good, hot . . . you know!" she giggled again. 

"Good," I nodded, "I got all night and more. I'll explain later, okay, hon?" 

"Okay, honey poke," she nodded, looking at me curiously. 

We had a couple of drinks, which the waiter said had already been paid for. When I asked by who, he shrugged saying that it was an admirer. 

"Of hers or . . . mine," I winked at him. 

He got all flustered and shook his head, swinging his cute butt as he walked away. In my newly opened frame of mind, I stared, thinking that he was a cute little cuss. Ronnie brought me back to reality with a sharp jab of her sharp little elbow in my ribs. 

"Hey," I protested weakly, "I was just looking." 

"As long as that's all you do, buddy boy," she laughed, "you, baby, are taken and you ain't gonna go look for nothing else until I turn you out . . . if I ever do." 

As she leaned into me and we kissed, I felt as if everybody was staring at us and wishing they were me. I wasn't too far from wrong. An hour later, she got up and dashed to the changing room saying that she was up next. While she was gone, a big guy came over and dropped into one of the empty chairs at my table, putting his feet up on one of the other chairs. 

"That's one good-looking piece, ain't it?" he grinned at me rather evilly. 

"This is a private table," I answered eying him as evilly as he eyed me. 

"You got a choice," he gritted, dropping his feet and leaning toward me, "walk out now or be carried out later! Understand me?!" he stared into my eyes. 

"You know, I've killed better men than you," I went him one better, "and however many buddies you got, yours will be the first one on the floor," I slowly leaned into him, "understand me?" I finished in as evil a hiss as I could muster. 

His eyes wavered then dropped. 

"It's your funeral," he growled in a last attempt at scaring me off. 

"Someday," I nodded, "but . . ." I shrugged and left it hanging as he got up and strode away, his hips swinging. 

I shook my head and glanced around. Several men immediately looked away and I sat back in my chair, acting as unconcerned as possible, although, I was shaking in my shoes. When Ronnie came out, I forgot everything else and clapped and cheered with the best of them. When she was done, she went back into the dressing room and a few minutes later came strolling out in a white, silk blouse with a pink scarf, stretch denim jeans and a pair of sexy, strap heels that showed off her pretty, pink-painted toes to full advantage. She handed me the pink, nylon parka she carried and I helped her on with it. I was surprise when, as we walked out, a number of patrons cheered and clapped, instigating a general round of applause. 

"Damn, Mike, what did you do?" Ronnie smiled up at me. 

"Me?! I thought it was for you," but I raised my hand, smiled and waved goodbye anyway. 

"I've never gotten any applause," she giggled, "all I've ever gotten was propositions." 

I looked around warily as we stepped out of the bar. A couple of guys leaning on their motorcycles stared at us then waved. I waved back and helped Ronnie into my truck. 

"What about . . ." Ronnie began half-pointing toward her car. 

"It's okay," I grinned, pulling around to the far side where she'd parked. 

I'd prepared the old heap for exactly this before leaving the house. What the hell, I wasn't a shade-tree mechanic for nothing. 

"Lemme have the keys," I pulled up a couple of spots ahead of her tiny car and held out my hand for them. 

"What're you gonna do?" she asked digging through her bag. 

"We're not leaving your car here," I shrugged as she handed me the keys. 

I got out, walked to the back, dropped the tailgate and slid out the car ramps. In a couple of minutes, I had her tiny little car loaded in back and the ramp reloaded under her car. I slammed the tailgate closed and got back in. Ronnie looked at me, smiling in awe at the quick job. 

"Fu-u-uck," she grinned, shaking her head in wonder. 

"It's nice to own a long-bed pickup," I grinned, "it's got all sorts of room," I put it in gear and smiled down at her, "buckle up." 

"Yes, sir!" she giggled, sliding up beside me and strapped the center belts around her tiny little hips. 

I smiled down at her as she hugged my arm – kissing it – gave a heartfelt sigh and leaned her head on my shoulder. I let the clutch out and we were on the way. 

"Damn, I'm tired," she yawned hugely, "but damn, I'm looking forward to good, long fuck." 

"No rush," I grinned, "I got all night and all day and all the time I want from now on." 

"Yeah?" she looked up suddenly, "I've been wondering about that." 

As I told her the whole sordid story, my phone beeped with another text message. I pulled it out and glanced at it. It was from Carmella. Without bothering to read it, I just punched it off and dropped the phone back in my pocket. 

"I guess I better get a new number," I sighed. 

"I guess you better," Ronnie nodded as I continued the story. 

She gave me directions and I finished my tale as we pulled into her apartment building's parking lot. I got out and helped her out on my side. She slid out directly into my arms, hugging me tight then unabashedly pressed her lips to mine. She kissed so wonderfully, I sighed as she suckled on my tongue. 

"Just leave it there and let's go in," she whispered, staring wide-eyed up into my eyes. 

"Okay," I nodded, "just let me get my toothbrush." 

"I guess you really did plan for everything," she giggled. 

I grabbed my shaving kit bag, she took my hand and pulled it around her, wrapping herself in my arm, leading me on through the chilly night. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter with one hand. Ronnie took my Zippo out of my hand as I put the cigarettes back and lit my cigarette for me. 

"I don't smoke, and I don't usually let anybody smoke anything in it, but for you, I'll find an ashtray," she hugged me tighter. 

"Oh, no! It's no bother. I'll just step outside when I need a smoke. I seem to be the only one of my buddies that smoke and I don't usually smoke inside my own house." 




A New Year's Resolution



"Thank you," her dimples were habit forming, I thought as she flashed them at me. 

Her apartment wasn't big. Just a small bedroom, a tiny living room and a kitchen with barely enough room to turn around in and her bathroom was just off the bedroom. As we walked in, she kicked off her shoes, flinging them aside – suddenly losing five or six inches of height – threw her parka on the couch and took a few waltzing steps before stopping in the middle of her tiny living room and staring at me. 

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself," she giggled. 

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself!" I echoed, chuckling. 

"Let's go to bed, we can always shower later," she tugged me toward the bedroom. 

I shrugged and followed as she led me into her bedroom. Before we were half-way to bed she had stripped down to her stockings and hopped as she kicked off her jeans, one leg at a time. I was in no rush. I stripped off my clothes and lay them on a nearby chair as Ronnie rolled down her nylons and tossed them toward her dresser, then she suddenly broke out with a huge yawn and blinked happily up at me, her cute little dimples reappearing. I grinned and slid into bed with her, pulling her into my arms. Snuggling up on my shoulder, she slid her soft little hand down my belly and pushed down on my stiffly standing cock. She slid her hand back and forth over it, curling her fingers around it as she slid her hand down then dragged them caressingly up to my belly button. A little of this and I was ready to tear into her tight little asshole, but . . . her little hand stopped moving. Her soft even breathing with her mouth open slightly and a little saliva drooling onto my chest – she'd fallen into a weary sleep. All that activity must be wearing, I chuckled to myself, really tiring. I rolled as gently and softly as I could onto my side and, hugging her to me, I, too, quickly followed her sweet little ass into slumber land as I felt her small hand curl around my softening prick in her sleep. 

Ends