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Should Old Acquaintance?

By: docBlue



"I'm not sure why I went through with it, Gyen. Five years later and she still hasn't grown up!" Dave complained to his closest colleague at the Advertising Agency. "Look at her, out cold on the couch again. She won't even admit that it happens every time she drinks, or even that she almost always gets drunk when she does drink!"

Maureen, his wife, was on the couch, head turned sideways toward the cushions, legs curled up at the knees and tilted in the same direction. She was a stunning woman standing five-foot six with medium length black hair, blue eyes, and a very thin waist making her curves very noticeable. They had had some great years together sharing the things they had in common: movies, dining out, skating, and scenic drives. Looking at them it was hard to believe that they had any problems, but Maureen seemed to have a problem when she drank alcohol. It wasn't that she needed a drink every night, but she liked to drink at social events and on weekends, especially when friends were around. Whenever she did, she got drunk very quickly. Maybe it was because of her one hundred fifteen pound frame. Whatever the reason, it seemed that she just couldn't handle alcohol like most people. 

Gyen remembered Dave telling him that as the years went by, Maureen started blacking out if she drank more than her share. In fact, many times she had no memory of the previous night. Although most people perceived Dave as jealous, Gyen knew he was just very cautious about his wife being taken advantage of in her drunken state; he attended all of her office parties at the bank where she worked as an administrative assistant. Gyen understood, they had both noticed how guys would try to 'help' her when she was tipsy with a hand on her waist, on her hip, or around her shoulder; Gyen was guilty of it a few times himself.

"I think I know why you went ahead and married her dude – because she's gorgeous?" Gyen tried to lighten Dave's mood. He was Dave's soundboard, even at work, always trying to make him feel better about the day, the work, even the hours. Gyen hadn't been over to Dave's condo in a few years because his former girlfriend really didn't like spending time with Maureen. However, Gyen's latest love interest worked late hours as a nurse, and Gyen decided to spend that time at Dave's condo every other weekend. Besides being attractive, Maureen was a pretty decent cook. 

Tonight she made chicken Marsala and the guys settled back to watch some college football. Maureen, as was her custom, worked through six or seven glasses of wine and passed out. 

"Gorgeous is more than looks, Gyen. A woman needs some class to be gorgeous." Dave countered shaking his head and looking over at Maureen. "Passing out doesn't qualify as a class act."

"Well, I remember you taking her out with us after work those first few years. Heads turned when you walked in the room with her. I'm pretty sure you thought she was a class act then. But hey, you picked a girl that liked to party. Well, she still does. What's wrong with that?"

"Yeah, I remember when I first met her, Boyd told me I had a new drinking buddy, except this one was hot." Dave laughed. "Problem is that the party is over so quickly now. She gets wobbly after just three or four drinks."

"Yeah I know." Gyen tried to console him, but he was too upbeat all the time to keep a solemn mood. "But I bet you didn't mind very much when you were dating her. I can see it. There's this intoxicated, but gorgeous woman hanging all over you and you just have to take her home to your place every night. Yeah, must've been rough!" Gyen chided.

"Well, it was great in the beginning, but after a while you want to have a conversation when you get home, ya know?"

"I guess, but I don't think that's what all the guys were thinking you'd be doing once you got home. Anyone of them would've traded places with you in a heartbeat."

"Yeah, nobody ever sees the other side with her. All they see is her looks. I wanted to break it off a couple of times, but..." Dave cut himself off. "I mean, look at Harry's wife, Kim. You don't see her falling all over herself."

"Because, with those knockers, she'd hurt someone." Gyen quipped.

"Yeah, that's for sure." Dave tried to whistle, but they both started laughing.

"I can't believe you would ever break up with Maureen, you go everywhere with her, like a jealous husband."

"I'm protective, not jealous."

"Whatever." Gyen didn't differentiate the two.

"But I also thought she'd grow to be a more responsible person by now. We're almost thirty years old. It's the reason we haven't had any children. I'm not sure she's got control of herself, never mind children."

"Maybe that's what she needs to straighten up?" Gyen piped in.

"And if it's not? That wouldn't be a fair experiment.

"So then you wait awhile until you have children. Maybe she'll realize exactly that? In the meantime, she's still gorgeous. You have to appreciate that at least?"

"I do. Sounds like you do too. That's about the fourth time you mentioned how gorgeous she is."

"Still jealous, huh?" Gyen always called Maureen gorgeous, but more out of reverence, not lust.

"Sorry Gyen. I'm just frustrated that she can't have three or four drinks without getting tipsy. And I'm not jealous! I just get ... protective because some asshole is always trying to take advantage of her when she's drunk."

"Don't fret it Dave, women can straighten up in a hurry when guys make a move on them."

"Not Maureen. It's been awhile since we've hung out together, my friend. I'm telling you, once she's out, I could strip her naked, and leave her in a room with someone and she wouldn't raise an eyelid. What do you think would happen then?"

"Wow!" Gyen thought of some things. He looked over at Maureen stretched out on the couch. Her form fitting sweat pants outlined her curvy round bottom and the brief cotton top was little barrier to her obviously braless breast. He smiled as he envisioned her stripped naked on the couch. He shook out of his daydream, but not before Dave noticed.

"Come on Dave!" He smirked nervously, knowing that his reaction was a little too obvious. "Don't exaggerate. She has to have more drinks than that to be that oblivious."

Gyen was a good-looking Asian, about five foot eight and one hundred sixty pounds soaking wet. He was a good guy and he and Dave developed a great friendship at work. Gyen's ex-girlfriend didn't like to spend time with Dave and Maureen because of Maureen's obvious issues when she drank and how she hung on Gyen when she was tipsy. Dave didn't want Gyen to have any issues, so they just kept a working relationship. 

Dave watched Gyen's eyes slowly roll across Maureen's figure after his comment and he became aroused knowing Gyen was thinking about what he just said. The thought of showing Gyen that Maureen wouldn't wake up, even if he started to remove her clothing, made him hard. Suddenly, he wanted to play it out. What harm would there be?

"Okay, I'll prove it." There it was. It came out of Dave's mouth.

"What?"

"Watch." Dave strode over to the couch. He turned Maureen slightly so that her back was flat on the cushions. He slowly slid her feet down until her legs were flat as well.

"Dave, what are you doing, dude?" Gyen was laughing his way through this, but it was nervous laughter.

Dave ignored him and brought both of Maureen's hands above her head and rested them over the edge of the couch. Her stretched out form showed the nice mounds under her light cotton top. There were two straps over Maureen's shoulders and small buttons down the middle of the blouse. Her breasts were so firm she rarely wore a bra, something not gone unnoticed by Dave's friends. Dave snapped open both straps.

"Come on Dave." Gyen was really nervous now. "She's gonna wake up and get really pissed off!"

"Don't worry Gyen. She won't wake up. You won't believe me, so I'll prove it."

Dave moved his hands over the buttons on Maureen's blouse and started to open them. As the material parted, Gyen noticed the awesome shape of Maureen's breasts coming into view. The curve of each breast showed down the middle of her blouse. They were very full and very firm as they rose straight out above her chest. As Dave got down to the last button by her waist, the blouse parted until the dark circles of her nipples were nudging out from the material. Maureen's very round tits were now fifty percent in view.

Gyen didn't realize that he absent-mindedly reached down and touched his manhood.

"Yeah, they're nice huh?" Dave noticed Gyen's reaction.

"All right, you proved your point, but if a guy groped her, she'd wake up for sure. Come on – button her up before she wakes up."

Dave was extremely horny now. There he was standing behind his wife's head, looking down at her open blouse with his friend watching from just a few feet away. Gyen thought of all the times he helped Dave take Maureen out of situations where something like this might happen, and now here he was watching in anticipation!

"No she won't – watch." Dave said as he moved his hands onto the middle of her collarbone and spread them causing Maureen's blouse to fall to her sides, leaving her top completely exposed. He started to massage her breasts and moved his fingers over her nipples, circling them. Maureen moved slightly, but didn't open her eyes or do anything to show she would wake up.

"I told you. She doesn't even know it's me."

"Holy cow!" Gyen eyes widened as he took in Maureen's form. Not only were her breasts almost perfect orbs; they fit her body so well. She had beautiful skin, very feminine shoulders, and a narrow waist that made her breasts look larger than they were. Still, her size thirty-four C-cup breasts were more than his girlfriend carried and she wasn't as curvy as this! He was enjoying this exhibition, but was nervous about the outcome. 

"Dave, come on, she's going to wake up. How are you going to explain what's going on with me still here?"

"I'm telling you, she's out. Actually, you do it! I'll prove to you that she wouldn't know if some stranger was groping her."

"No Dave, I ... I couldn't do that to you."

"Do if FOR me Gyen, really, it's cool. I always did wonder if she would even wake up if someone did."

Gyen looked up at Dave like he was losing his mind, but he really wanted to feel Maureen's tits. Secretly, he always had. 

"You won't be pissed later will you?" Gyen cautioned.

"No, really, go ahead. Better you than some stranger."

Gyen knelt down next to Maureen, staring at her eyes to see if she really was sleeping. He hesitated and started to move away.

"Shit Dave, she could wake up any minute and I'm toast."

"Gyen, believe me, I see this all the time. She had at least six glasses of wine tonight, she's out."

Gyen's eyes moved over Maureen's form. He raised his right hand and laid it down on her breast. He let out a breath that showed his approval. "Damn!" 

When Maureen didn't move, he took his other hand and started massaging both of her breasts. His hands moved down onto her stomach and back over her chest again. "I can't believe this?"

Dave noticed Gyen's hand slide down along her flat stomach, toward her waist.

"Keep going."

"What?"

"Go ahead, the sweats. I want to see how much she can sleep through."

Gyen wanted to stop, but he couldn't take his hands off Maureen's soft skin. He moved his hands under the waistband of her sweats until his fingers brushed some hair above her sex.

Dave reached his long arms over her and pulled down her sweats until they were halfway down her ass.

"Oh my god, she's not wearing ..." Gyen noticed that she didn't have any panties on.

"She rarely does. See why I'm so worried?"

Gyen ran his fingers through her pubic hair while keeping his left hand on one of her breasts. He had a major erection as well now. He wanted to bury his face into Maureen's body, but didn't want to take more initiative than Dave gave him.

Maureen finally stirred. Dave leaned over her as Gyen jumped up and backed away. He said a few things as he lifted her to a sitting position. Maureen eyes were rolling around and barely opened. Gyen noticed that she was unaware that her top was off or that anyone else was in the room. He heard Dave talking to her.

"Okay Mo, we're gonna get changed now and get you into bed. You had another rough night."

"Did Jin ... gone home?" Maureen somehow garbled.

"Yes, he went home."

"Kay." 

Dave leaned her back and pulled down her sweatpants. They were down around her knees now. As he looked over to Gyen, he lifted her legs up so that he could remove them completely. Dave knew that her bottom would be facing Gyen when he did, exposing her ass and pussy to him. One look across at his friend confirmed his thoughts. Gyen was focused in at the line separating the two full pussy lips, which in turn were surrounded by a very fine looking ass and long legs reaching up and out to where Dave was holding her ankles.

"Jesus Dave!" Gyen was staring at Maureen's pussy. It looked great to him, but this was getting a little crazy. His good friend was disrobing his wife in front of him.

"I told you she wouldn't notice!" Dave answered as if winning a prize. He laid her back down onto the couch.

"Sit down on the couch with her." Dave was now very commanding. "It won't even occur to her that she's lying naked next to another guy.

Gyen was mesmerized and just followed through. He sat down next to Maureen. She was curled up with her head at the end of the couch, but her ass was three inches from his leg. Gyen stared down at her beautiful curving hips, her round globes, and finally at her sweet sex just inches from his hands.

"Go ahead Gyen. Do what any guy would do if they were in this situation. I want to see what would happen."

"But Dave?"

"I'll tell you when to stop."

Gyen put his hand on Maureen's hip. Her skin felt soft and warm to the touch. He lowered his right hand to her right cheek and felt her curves. He slipped it further around and under her cheek, then between her legs. He wasn't sure if Dave would say anything, but at this point he couldn't hold back much.

"Holy shit, Dave! I just touched her. She didn't even flinch!"

"Told you. I have to always keep my eye out because this is what might happen."

Suddenly Maureen stirred. She looked down through squinting eyes and noticed her nakedness.

"Dave? My clothz r gone?"

"Sorry Mo, but you got drunk and spilled stuff all over your clothes."

"Gyen's hom?"

Gyen became rigid hoping she wouldn't notice him right next to her. But Maureen looked behind her trying to focus on who was sitting with her.

"Is Gyen?"

"Yes, sorry Mo." Dave was trying to work his way through this. "Gyen was staying over tonight, remember. He accidentally came out while I was taking off your wet clothes.

"Gyen's is ... and Mm nak-ed. Got all wet and Gyen's here." Then, after a pause, she continued. "Okay, Gyen's good frend. I'm naked, okay."

Maureen rolled over onto her back, exposing her tits to Gyen once again. Then she dropped one leg to the floor and bent the other at the knee separating her legs and exposing a full frontal of her pussy to Gyen.

"Oh my god, Dave. This is too much for me. She's too fucking hot!" "See?" Dave claimed. "She doesn't even flinch when she's naked in front of you. What would another guy do now in your position, huh?"

"I'd have to fuck her, Dave." Gyen relented. He meant 'they'.

Dave sighed and looked at Gyen. "I wasn't thinking about how much of a tease this would be for you. I'm okay with it if you want to DO something Gyen. No guy should have to walk away from where you are right now."

Gyen stared at Dave. "Dave, you got your point across. Stripping her down is one thing, but are you allowing me to have sex with your wife?"

"Yes, I want to see if she would even wake up. Better you than a stranger."

"Dave, I'm giving you a moment to reconsider, but if you don't, please don't regret this."

"No regrets Gyen."

Gyen pulled off his shirt, pants, and underwear. His erection was pretty sizeable for his small stature. But instead of fucking her, Gyen kneeled down in front of the couch and put his face into Maureen's pussy. As his tongue made its way in and around her sweet sex, Maureen started to writhe on the couch. Dave knelt down next to her.

"Feel good Mo?"

"Mmmm. Very gdd." After a pause, she giggled again. "How kin yoo talk wen yoo do that?" She opened her legs more as Gyen moved his tongue deeper between her lips. "Jin's here now?"

"Yes, you like that?" Dave egged her on.

"Yes, fuck with Jin here."

"You heard her partner." Dave slid his hands across Maureen's breasts and invited his friend aboard. Gyen stood up and put his erection against her pussy. "Always wanted to do that, haven't you?" Dave added.

"Geez man, who wouldn't." He pushed in and leaned down over Maureen so that he could hold her tits while he fucked her. He took his time and really enjoyed her tight opening. "Damn, she's so tight, even though she's drunk. Amazing!"

Maureen stirred again and became more aware.

"You feel difrent Dave."

"That's because Gyen is fucking you, not me."

"No, Jinz not sposed to be fucking me, Dave, why?"

Gyen knew this was all going to come down on him when she remembered it, but her pussy felt way too good to stop.

"You getting a good fuck Mo?" Dave's tone showed little emotion.

Her voice was less garbled now. "Yesss, getting a good fuck. Keep fucking, more." She sighed.

Maureen looked down and at Gyen sliding his cock between her legs, and then up at Dave again.

"Dave? Why is Jin fucking me?"

"You started dancing and took your clothes off. I really couldn't stop him after you asked to fuck him?"

"I did? Him too?" Maureen blurted out. 

"So you have done this before?" Dave's erection grew along with his feigned anger. Gyen was picking up his pace as Maureen thrust herself against him.

"Richard ... in bathroom ... after dinner."

"I remember that night, Mo. We went with Richard Stracca and his wife to a dinner theater. Richard showed you to the bathroom. I knew you were gone long. So you fucked him?"

"No, sucked his cock." 

At this Gyen's eyes widened and he changed his pace to long slow thrusts.

"What happened Mo?"

"I remember ... on the floor. Oooh." She was pushing back against Gyen now. "He put hiss cock in my face and took down my top ... yes, ooh! Gyen, that's good!" Gyen was getting close to coming. "He said I promised him, so I just did it so there was no trouble."

"Show me what you did with Richard, Mo." Dave said as he took his pants down.

Maureen opened her mouth wide and took Dave's thick member. She moved up and down on his erection as if she savored it, all the while moaning from the banging that Gyen was giving her. 

Suddenly, Gyen stopped, leaned back, and let out a grunt as he came.

Maureen was still pushing back when Gyen stopped.

"No, don't stop, please more!"

Gyen shook his head and took a deep breath. "I can't, I'm done."

Dave slipped his cock from Maureen's mouth and moved over between her legs. He pushed in and brought his pace up quickly.

"So, I really can't trust you when you drink, can I?"

"Only some, Dave. Oooh, yes, that's good. I can't stop them sometimes when..."

"Show Gyen how you sucked Richard's cock!"

Gyen moved astride the couch and Maureen took him in her mouth, tasting her own juices.

Dave was pushing his rather thick cock into her. "Everybody wants to fuck you. I can't stop them as long as you drink like this Mo. Maybe it's better to invite them to fuck you when you're drunk since that's what you'd do anyway. At least then I'd get to enjoy it too. Would you like that Mo?"

"OOOooooohh. Oh cummn, cumm. Ohhh!" Maureen came hard. Gyen came a few seconds later as Maureen pulled his cock away from her mouth and let him cum on her lips. Dave came seconds after seeing that.


Should Old Acquaintance?



Gyen couldn't believe what he'd just seen and heard. "Dave, I'm sorry, I never knew all this was happening. I never went near her, I swear."

"Don't worry Gyen, it's better that I know. Now that I know she's a slut, I'll start treating her like one. Just promise me you won't fuck her unless I'm here too."

Gyen was overwhelmed by the entire scene and also by what Dave just said. Part of him wanted out of this mess, but looking down at Maureen, he knew that he would like a few encores if he could.

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A few weeks later, Gyen called Dave about an invite he received for Harry Donner's New Year party. Harry was one of their racquetball partners. Gyen popped into Dave's office a few minutes after five.

Gyen was real hesitant in conversations with Dave since that night and they hadn't even spoken about it since.

"Hey big guy, just wondering if you got an invite from Harry?"

"Yeah." Dave looked up.

"You going?"

"Probably."

"Look Dave."

"Gyen, no regrets at all."

"How is Maureen dealing with it?"

"With what?"

"That night."

"Is that why you haven't come back for a visit?"

"Well, yeah, it's kind of uncomfortable because of what happened."

"Nothing happened Gyen."

"Thanks Dave. I appreciate that."

"No, I mean she doesn't remember that anything happened!"

"Come on. I can't believe that! She was talking to us and telling us about that shit with Richard taking her top off and getting her to..."

"Don't go there." Dave cut him off. "This is one of those things I was telling you about. She blacks out after she's drunk and doesn't remember. I'm not sure who else has fucked her now. But she doesn't remember anything except having dinner with you."

A few days later, Gyen stopped by Dave's house. Maureen served them some coffee as they talked in the living room. To Gyen's amazement, Maureen barely took notice of him.

"How's everything Gyen?" She asked when they first sat down. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, but showed no hint of a reaction. 

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On New Year's Eve, Dave and Maureen showed up at Harry's house at about nine o'clock in the evening. Gyen was there, so was Richard, as well as Harry, their wives, and Gyen, his girlfriend was working a shift at the hospital. Everyone was having a good time sharing stories, eating, and drinking. Dave noticed that the guys were watching Maureen every time she took another glass of wine. 

By ten-thirty Maureen was slightly drunk, but so were some of the other wives as well as most of the guys. Dave had the least amount of drinks. He wanted to be pretty clear about his plan tonight.

Maureen wore a black dress that plunged low in the front, was bare in the back, and was hiked up high on her right side. It swayed when she moved, giving an exotic effect. Maureen looked very sexy wearing it.

When the Times Square ball hit bottom later that night, everyone had a buzz going. They all shared kisses with each other. The only thing keeping the guys from slipping their tongue to Maureen was the presence of the other wives. Still, some of the kisses she shared with the other guys were pretty wet. Richard, for one, got a nice handful of Maureen's breast as she turned to him to get a kiss. Dave couldn't really complain since Harry's wife, Kim, showed off some formidable cleavage while bending over Dave's chair to give him a big kiss. 

As Maureen started to stumble more, Dave asked if he could bring her somewhere to lie down. Everyone knew about her issue, but Dave wondered if the wives knew about the sex part. The way they always spied Maureen, he felt they had a suspicion. Dave made it pretty clear that he'd be taking her to Harry's guestroom 'at the other end of the house' where it was nice and quiet and she wouldn't be disturbed.

He asked Gyen to help him in spite of offers from the other wives, especially Kim. When he got to the guest room, he laid Maureen down on the bed. The cut of the dress exposed her leg almost up to her hip. Her nipples protruded through the thin material. Gyen looked down at her, as Dave moved away toward the door.

"Don't you want to cover her up a little?"

"No, it's okay, nobody will come back here anyway."

Maureen turned slightly and her halter pulled to the side showing off more cleavage.

"Uh, are you sure?"

"Yeah, let's let her sleep." 

Dave paused at the door as they were leaving the room. "I'll be right out." Gyen figured Dave had decided to cover her more. He was wrong.

Dave took the material framing her plunging neckline and casually moved it to the side exposing one breast. He untied the halter so that it would slide off when she moved. Then he moved the short hem of the dress to the side, showing off her silk black panties. He was sure the guys would make some excuse to come and check on her and he couldn't wait to see their reaction. He just had to make sure the other wives were busy. None of them were really fond of Maureen because of what always happened to her, so they'd likely stay away.

Nobody made an attempt to check out Maureen, so after about twenty minutes, Dave decided to escalate the issue when Richard went down the hall.

"Hey Richard, just peek in and see if my wife's still sleeping okay?"

"Sure – after I hit the head."

Richard went directly to the room, opened the door, and peeked in. A small nightlight lit the room just enough for him to notice Maureen's state of undress. Richard closed the door behind him and listened for any other steps coming down the wooden hallway floor. He moved over to Maureen and reached down, pulling the material further apart, fully exposing her breasts. Richard continued his exploration by moving his hand over her chest. He moved his other hand along her leg up to her hip.

Suddenly, without warning, Dave appeared in the doorway. "What exactly are you doing there Richard?"

"Oh my god. I'm sorry Dave. She was like this when I walked in, I swear! I'm a little drunk. I started to fix her dress, but then I..."

"Then you just had to touch?"

"I'm sorry Dave. I'll go, please don't be mad. We've all had too much to drink."

"Well, she's not giving you another blow job passed out like that."

"What? Dave, I ..."

"Save it, she told me everything. Gyen was with us when she told me. Right Gyen?" Gyen stepped in just behind Dave.

"Gyen? You know?" Richard was very anxious about being caught.

Gyen came into the room and noticed Maureen's exposed chest.

"Okay, okay." Punch me out Dave, but I couldn't help it. She was on her knees drunk and motioning at my pants! Shit Dave, I mean?"

"I know. It's okay."

"What?"

"It's time her little tramp ways caught up with her."

"What do you mean?"

"This time I'm going to let her go and let her see what she does when she's drunk around strangers."

Gyen knew what Dave was proposing. He wasn't going to say anything if it meant he was going to get to have sex with Maureen again.

"Gyen, go tell Harry to tell the wives that we're catching a replay of the game we missed earlier tonight. Then come back here with him." Dave was setting all the rules now and everyone was listening.

Dave sat Maureen up as the dress fell from her shoulders. Harry and Richard came back within three minutes.

"We alone for a while?" Dave queried.

"Yes, but what..." Harry saw Maureen on the bed with her tits exposed. "Dave?"

"Well, it's like this Harry. All I ever hear is how everyone wants to jump on Maureen's' bones. It seems that Richard here has already taken advantage of her on a prior occasion, Gyen's had a turn too." The guys all looked at each other stunned. I've decided the little slut shouldn't go behind my back, so I want to confront her in the act."

"You're saying you want us to bang your wife so that you can catch her?"

"Only if she's willing, yes."

"But she's out of it."

"So, then fuck her until she sobers up, then someone call me if she doesn't stop."

Dave motioned for Richard to trade places with him. Richard quickly obliged. Dave got up and pretended to walk away. He motioned for the guys to go ahead. "Go ahead. Let's see if she resists you at all."

The guys were all nervous, but nobody wanted to miss a chance to have sex with Maureen. She mumbled something and Richard leaned her back against his chest. "It's okay Maureen."

After a pause he reached around to the front of her body and caressed her breasts. "You are so beautiful, we just can't help it. We know you like the attention, we just want to give you some, okay?" As his fingers circled her nipples, Maureen began to take deep breaths. 

"Wherez Davvid?" Maureen's eyes tried to look around the darkened room.

"Dave passed out. Don't worry, we won't tell. Come on Maureen, its New Years Eve, let's celebrate!"

Maureen leaned her head back onto Richard's shoulder as he massaged her tits. Gyen sat next to her and reached down to slide her dress down off her hips. Maureen let out a little giggle.

"Only cause it's New Yearz, okay?" Maureen was giving them the go ahead although they knew she wasn't thinking clearly. Harry looked over dumbfounded. He quickly undressed and started to fondle himself as the scene unfolded before him.

Richard leaned Maureen's head back and began to kiss her heavily. His hands continued over her tits as he leaned her down onto the bed. Gyen lifted her legs up at the knees, spread them, and put his face into her surprisingly wet pussy. Maureen began to moan as the two men took control of her.

After a few minutes, Gyen sat on his knees and pushed his cock against Maureen's waiting pussy. He could hear the moisture of her lips parting. He lifted her legs higher in the air and pushed his weight down onto her bottom as he began to thrust inside of her.

Richard took the cue and sat up on his knees behind Maureen's head. He placed his cock against her mouth. At first she kept her lips tight, but then she began to part them as Gyen's pace quickened. This made the feeling all the better for Richard as her mouth embraced him.

Maureen moaned with Richard's cock in her mouth as Gyen slammed down onto her. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over Richard's cock as the enjoyment settled in. She turned her face right and left as Richard started cumming, catching as much as she could on her face. She continued to rock into Gyen screaming, "oooh, oh, oowhh!"

After Gyen pulled out of Maureen, Dave came back into the room. He walked over to the bed and sat in front of his wife. "Is this what happens when you're drunk?"

"David?" Maureen's voice grew clearer. "Oh no! No, it doezznt! I drank too much, David, the party. They came in and started to touch me and I just ... pleese, I'm sorry."

"Are you saying you tried to stop them?" Dave looked up at them.

"No Dave." Gyen jumped in with what he knew Dave wanted to hear. "Her clothes were already off when we came in and she said we could celebrate with her!"

"Is that what happened Mo?"

"I don't ... remember."

"But you didn't stop them."

"Once they started touching, I, well, it felt ..." 

"You're going to remember it this time, Maureen. You're going to remember what a little slut you are when you drink the way you do."

Dave turned Maureen around so that her face was in his now naked lap. He caressed her tits as she kneeled forward onto the bed, with her ass out facing the room.

"Mmmm, don't do that David, it feels too good."

"I think it's Harry's turn, Mo."

"Whah? No. David, not in frunt of you?" 

"Yes. You're going to get what you asked for." Dave beckoned for Harry to take his turn. "And I want to see what I've been missing."

Harry didn't even kneel behind her. He leaned over the bed and put his turned up cock between her pussy lips. He came down hard on her butt with his hips as he pushed his curved cock up inside of her.

"Now, show me what you did for Richard." Dave opened his trousers and his cock sprung up tall. Maureen's eyes widened in surprise, but then she quickly grabbed his now throbbing shaft and thrust her head down, greedily mouthing her husband's cock. She rolled her tongue around it, licked his testicles, then moved her lips over the head before slowly sliding her mouth along his length again; all while Harry pumped her from behind. Grunts were escaping both Harry and Maureen as he slammed into her from behind.

"Ohhhh. Fu-uuck. Ohhh!" Maureen groaned.

"You like that you little slut, don't you?" Dave pressed her.

Maureen didn't reply as she sucked Dave's cock with zest.

Both Dave and Harry came soon after.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Dave scolded her.

"Yes. David, you know once I start ..."

Dave looked over and noticed that Richard and Gyen were ready again. 

"Then have your fun tonight, Mo."

"What do you mean?" Maureen said in surprise.

Richard lay on the bed as Dave stood up.

"I mean, go ahead and fuck your brains out, because it's going to end after tonight."

Dave picked up Maureen from under her thighs, spreading her legs, and put her down onto Richard's waiting erection. Dave leaned forward as he did so, pushing Maureen's weight down on Richard's cock. Maureen let out a shudder, but began to ride Richard as Dave released her and started tonguing her ear. Dave slowly moved away and Maureen was soon leaning over Richard, pumping her hips down onto him with her knees planted on the bed for leverage, her ass rising up as she did. 

Dave noticed Gyen's reaction and urged him to move into place as well.

Gyen placed his hands onto Maureen's hips and she leaned forward in anticipation. She took Gyen's smaller cock into her ass. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing and his erection returned quickly again. He moved next to the bed so that she could take him into her mouth.

After a few minutes the men noticed Dave was no longer in the room. 

"Where'd he go?" Commented Harry.

"Who the fuck cares!" Grunted Richard.

A few minutes later the door opened and some of the other wives were looking into the room in shock. Sounds of "Oh my God! What the hell? Those bastards." Filled the room. 

"Don't let David see this!" another voice warned. 

"I always knew they were fucking that drunken slut!" cried Harry's wife, Kim.

Harry looked over pleadingly but was too immersed in Maureen's mouth to move. Richard didn't even bother to look over.

"Okay Harry, two can play this game!" Kim cried out. "How about I start fucking your friends. I'll, I'll ... show my tits to all of them! And David will be the first, poor thing!" She said slamming the door behind her.

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Later that week, Dave helped Maureen out of the shower.

"I saw you talking with my golf buddy Tom at the supermarket yesterday Mo. What am I doing to do with you?"

"Invite him for drinks, I guess."

"Don't you think that some of those guys are going to eventually compare notes? We have to think of another fantasy. It must be hard to pretend you're completely drunk and out of control."

Maureen laughed. "I'm just drunk enough most times." She settled her voice. "Anyway, it's still a good plan. They all like it that way. I'm an easy mark and they're all relieved that I don't remember. By the way, how was Mrs. Donner?"

"Very hot and she wants to come over here again to make up for what happened with you and Harry."

"Oh, do you enjoy those big hooters?"

"Not as much as I enjoyed that scene on the bed with all three guys in you!"

Dave pulled Maureen over to the couch and down on top of him. She sat up and put her hands behind her head as she straddled Dave. Then she caressed her tits as they began to bounce. Her nipples were still sore from the party. Looking up at the open bay window she waved to Mr. Owens. The old guy never missed a chance to watch her and Dave fucking.

Story by Docblue 02/06



Should Old Acquaintances?



Flurries flew through the air as Alice and Brian drove through the Michigan countryside. The young moon gave some light to the snow-covered landscape around them, but it was slowly sliding towards the horizon. Brian kept both hands on the wheel as Alice gently massaged his thigh with her left hand.

"Are you nervous, honey?" Alice asked.

"My stomach's doing back-flips," Brian replied. "I've never done anything like this in my life. I was a good Baptist growing up."

"I've always been glad I was raised a Unitarian," Alice said with a smile. "Well, like I said, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You don't even have to watch, though I get the feeling that's not going to be a problem, given your taste in movies."

Brian's face turned red. He thought it would be the end of their ten-year-old marriage when Alice found the porn stash on his laptop. After giving him a good talking to about doing things behind her back, Alice instructed him that if he was going to go surfing for porn, he should at least have the common decency to share his collection with her. Brian was momentarily stunned and flabbergasted, but that evening they spent about an hour watching his collection - mostly amateur videos of couples and groups - before engaging in one of the most passionate lovemaking sessions of their relationship.

That was two years ago. Since then, watching amateur porn on the net had been an important part of their sex life. Neither of them had a taste for "professional" pornos, you know, the ones shot in the San Fernando Valley where three-legged freaks screwed drugged-out bimbos with ridiculous fake tits. Those lacked some sort of key element. They were plastic. What Alice and Brian both liked were ordinary couples - or groups of three or four - getting it on in front of the camera for public viewing. 

The pros were just in it for the cash. Amateurs did it for the sheer naughtiness. The idea that total strangers would share such an intimate part of their love for the enjoyment of others was a huge turn-on for them both. They were getting a peek at real people having real, genuine sex.

Sometimes Alice would suggest that they make a video of themselves. Brian assumed she was fantasizing, and never took it seriously. Nonetheless, some of their most intense lovemaking happened when they imagined they were screwing on camera for all the world to see. As the months passed, Alice kept bringing up the idea of "performing" more and more frequently. 

One evening Brian came home from work to find their camera mounted on a tripod and Alice lying on the bed, dressed in sheer lingerie, her hand down her panties, very clearly pleasuring herself. Brian wasted no time getting out of his own clothes and joining Alice on the bed. He pulled down her panties to find that she had shaved everything except a small strip of hair on her mons. The smooth, hairless skin was slick and shiny with her juices. Brian dove in with his tongue, eliciting cries of pleasure from Alice.

That evening they made love for hours. Brian came three times - a first for him - while Alice had at least a dozen orgasms. They went through their entire sexual repertoire, fucking and sucking in as many positions as they could think of and the furniture would allow. 

All of it was recorded in 640x480 digital video.

The following night, Alice and Brian up-linked the camera to their PC and watched The Video. It was several hours of the most genuine, passionate lust they had ever seen. Fifteen minutes in, they could no longer contain themselves. They ripped their clothes off and attacked each other on the living room floor, all while their own moans played through the speakers.

Alice shocked Brian by asking if she could upload The Video, or at least a few juicy segments, to the amateur site they liked to frequent. Brian rejected the idea out of hand. "What if someone out there recognizes us?"

"We both work for a liberal state university. I don't think we'll have to worry about our jobs. I have tenure, and anyway, my esteem would probably go up in my department, knowing how some of my fellow Lit professors are. Relax, sweetie."

"I'm not just talking about our jobs. What about our friends? What if they saw?" Brian asked.

"Well, Todd and Janette... let's just say I've had a few conversations with Janette and I can tell you for certain they would not be shocked." Brian's face turned red at the idea of Janette getting freaky. He had always secretly admired their plump, large-chested neighbor. "And anyone else we know would be too embarrassed having visited a porn site to admit they saw us there. We don't have kids, so nothing to worry about there, either."

In the end, Brian won out, being simply too nervous to post The Video online. Alice, however, would continue to introduce the fantasy of being watched, or producing amateur porn, into their sex play. And they never got tired of watching other people's homemade sex videos.

Then, last November, Alice got a card from some old college friends of hers, Carol and Dave. It was an invitation to a Christmas party at their home in northern Michigan. Alice and Carol had been corresponding off and on since they both left college, so she had a pretty good idea what sort of party this was going to be without even reading the details on the invite.

Brian got a huge lump in his throat when Alice told him about the invitation and more details about these friends he had only heard about in passing.

"You had a THREESOME with them?!" Brian asked, scandalized.

"Well... not just a threesome. We were... kind of a regular thing."

Brian was shocked and aroused at the same time. He knew Alice had had her wild side in the past, but he didn't know it was that wild. "So what are the details?" he asked, somewhat short of breath.

Alice scanned through the invite. "'Come enjoy a Christmas celebration with us... come as you are... bring a towel, a dish to share, and a playful spirit...'"

"A towel?" asked Brian.

"For the hot-tub, of course."

"I see. And swimsuits?"

"Nothing in here about swimsuits," Alice replied. She continued reading. "'All invitees are part of our group, or close friends we have specifically chosen because we know they are clean and trustworthy. No one who is not explicitly invited will be admitted. NO EXCEPTIONS.' It says that in italics and all caps. Makes you feel special to be included, doesn't it? 'As always, remember that NO MEANS NO and always be aware of and respect the boundaries of others. And of course, whatever happens at the party stays at the party.'"

"Is this what I think it is? Some kind of orgy?" Brian asked.

"Orgy isn't quite the right word. I mean, it's not going to be dozens of oiled, naked men and women writhing around on the floor together, sticking things in every conceivable... uh... location. Think of it as more of a 'play party,' where people can fool around and have a bit of fun. Maybe hook up with someone new. Or just watch. And whatever happens, happens."

"You seem to know a lot about these things," Brian commented.

"Well, it's been... jeez, it's been nearly fifteen years since I was at one of these, but I know Carol and Dave, and I have a pretty good idea what their parties are about."

It took Brian a couple of weeks of hemming and hawing before he finally agreed to go, but he wouldn't promise to do anything, and he assured Alice that anything he did do would be with her alone.

"And if you do decide to... do things with anyone else, please check how I feel about it first," Brian insisted.

"Well of course I would, dear," Alice said, surprised that her fooling around with someone else wasn't completely off the table.

As they approached Carol and Dave's home, Brian started gripping the wheel more tightly. Alice could see his knuckles turning white. She started to gently massage his upper back as he drove, trying to ease his tension and anxiety.

Once off the Interstate (Alice always got a chuckle out of "I-69"), they had spent several hours on state highways, then finally to back-country roads. Carol and Dave's property appeared to be completely secluded, surrounded on all sides by woods. Five or six cars were already parked along the side of the driveway. Their house was HUGE. It was a log house style facade, with a three-car garage and four dormers facing the front. Alice and Brian walked across the sprawling wrap-around porch and rang the doorbell.

Carol answered the door. She wore red and green stockings with little bells on them, and a Santa Claus hat over her shoulder-length blond hair. The first thing Brian noticed, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything else. He had to take his eyes away from her perfectly-formed breasts and tuft of neatly-trimmed pubic hair to meet her eyes.

"Alice! So good to see you again!" She gave her longtime friend a warm hug and the two held each other for a lingering moment. Alice gave her a warm kiss on the lips, which she quickly broke. "And you must be Brian. It's wonderful to finally meet you after all these years! I'm Carol."

Brian, still trying to shake himself out of his stupor at seeing a beautiful naked woman in front of him, reached out to shake her hand. Carol ignored his gesture and wrapped him in a tight embrace. He could smell the perfume on her neck, felt her bare breasts pressing into his winter coat, and jerked back slightly when the bulge in his pants contact with her waist. Carol only smiled coyly at him in response.

Alice, apparently not affected in the slightest by Carol's nudity or her embrace of her husband, stepped into the house and took in her surroundings. "Wow, what an amazing house, Carol! I had no idea you lived like this!"

Carol blushed. "Thanks. Dave has been really successful. We've been truly blessed."

"Now your husband's a writer, isn't he? He must be doing well," Brian commented.

"Yeah, what exactly does he write?" asked Alice. "You've never said a word about his work."

"Well..." said Carol, clearly thinking things out, "I can see if Dave wants to share that now. Hey Darling!" she called into the house. "Honey, Alice and Brian are here!"

Dave came out a moment later, fully dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, but with a curious grin on his face. He was six feet tall and sturdily built, with thick, dark brown hair. He whispered something in Carol's ear, and she giggled. "We'll have to do something about that!" She said to him in response. Then, more loudly, "Listen, I never told Alice what it is that you write, and I wondered if I could share it with them."

Dave thought for a moment, then said, "I was sort of saving it for a surprise for later, but no one else is in earshot. Just don't go spreading it around. A lot of the folks here don't know."

Alice and Brian both waited expectantly.

"Have you heard of the Dark Orb series?" he asked.

"Heard of?!" Brian exclaimed. "Alice and I read all five books! As have some ten million kids. Adults too!" Then realization set in. "You're F.J. Gordon?"

"Shhh, not so loud. As far as most people know, I write technical manuals for appliance companies. Which is what I did before... well, before I got lucky."

Alice and Brian both looked at each other, eyes wide in astonishment. "I can't believe it! We're in F.J. Gordon's own house!" Brian whispered. Dave blushed.

The foyer opened up to a vast living room with a 14-foot ceiling, a massive fireplace, and a full bar to one side. Expensive rugs covered a beautiful chestnut wood floor. Everything was decked in festive red and green tinsel, branches of holly, and wreathes. A nativity scene sat on the mantle, where five large stockings were hung. A few other guests (all fully clothed) were sitting on leather-upholstered furniture.

"I can't see how anyone could think you could maintain a home like this writing technical manuals," Alice said. "I don't suppose you can tell us whether Jack and Susie finally manage to get together, or if Martin and Dr. Lovelace find the third orb?"

"Sorry, you'll have to wait until book six comes out, just like everyone else," Dave said with a grin.

"Carol, what do you do?" asked Brian, trying to look her in the eyes, and not at her puffy, dark pink protruding nipples.

"I stay at home and take care of the kids. We home-school. The nearest grade school is a 30-minute bus ride, and the schools up here aren't that great anyway."

"I stay at home too," Dave added, "but I spend at least five or six hours every day writing."

"Sounds like a tough life," Alice said with a smile. "How old are the kids these days?"

"Ten, eight, and five," Carol answered. "Right now they're with a very trusted babysitter who knows what we're up to tonight. Oh!" she added suddenly, "I didn't offer you anything. Have some cookies and champagne if you'd like." She grabbed a plate off of an end table. It was full of cookies baked in the shape of extremely anatomically complete reindeer. Alice giggled. Brian blushed.

As Alice and Brian went to place the chips and dip they brought on the bar, Dave said, "You know, Carol is a writer, too."

"Mostly erotica," Carol clarified.

Brian nearly choked on his cookie.

"I haven't managed to get published yet, but I do share a lot of my work online," she added.

The four of them sat down together on a massive couch, with Alice and Carol in the middle, and Dave and Brian on each end. The soft leather felt wonderful to both Alice and Brian. There was another couple on the opposite couch and a young, single woman on one of the chairs.

"Everyone, these are our longtime friends, Alice and Brian," Carol said. Brian was touched to be considered a "longtime friend."

"We've known Alice since freshman year of college," Dave added.

"Hi, I'm Frank, and this is my wife Gina," said the man sitting opposite them. He reached across the coffee table to shake Alice's and Brian's hands. Frank and Gina looked to be in their early forties. Frank was shaved completely bald, with a short-trimmed goatee. Gina had dark features, and appeared to be some sort of Mediterranean type - Italian, maybe. Her long, straight black hair had streaks of gray. She wore a long red dress, and Brian caught himself trying to determine if she wore a bra underneath. Two large nipples very obviously poked at the fabric.

"And this is Eve," Carol said, gesturing towards the young, shy woman sitting in the chair with her arms crossed on her lap. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with chin-length auburn hair, very pale, flawless skin, and blue eyes. She was very conservatively dressed in a loose sweater and ankle-length skirt.

"This is my first time to anything... like this," Eve said. "I'm not sure if I'll really do anything, but when Carol invited me to come... I was curious."

"This is Brian's first time too," Alice told her. "And my first time since before we were even dating, so I think we're both a little nervous." If Alice was nervous, Brian certainly couldn't tell. "Just be comfortable, and do as much or as little as you'd like. Knowing Carol and Dave as well as I do, I can tell you this will be a relaxed, low-pressure vibe."

Eve laughed nervously, then stared down into her own lap.

Brian, meanwhile, was embarrassed to feel his hard-on stiffen. Three women he had just met, all of them extremely sexy. One was drop-dead gorgeous and stark naked, sitting just on the other side of his own wife. One was strikingly exotic and was possibly wearing nothing under her dress. The third was very young, innocent, and cute. The idea that he could actually end up having sex with any - or all! - of them passed through his mind. He tried to push the thought aside, but a mixture of nerves and sexual excitement surged through his body. Brian had only been with two other women before he met Alice.

"We saw several cars in the driveway. Where's everyone else?" asked Alice.

"Oh, here and there," Carol said. "A lot of guests like to 'get reacquainted' when they arrive. We have private - and not so private - rooms for that."

Alice, whose hand was resting on Brian's thigh, noticed he was at full length and hardness. She grabbed his cock through the outside of his pants and deftly moved it to point down one leg, relieving the strain. Brian gasped, but Alice never took her attention away from the conversation. Eve appeared to notice Alice's maneuver and her face turned red.

"We've been telling Eve about the Lifestyle, and what it means for our relationship," Frank said.

Gina elaborated, "We are very exclusive to one another in love. My whole heart belongs to Frank, but we enjoy sharing the passions of the flesh with a few others." Her accent was melodic and lilting. Almost Italian sounding, but there was an Eastern European element to it as well.

"Where are you from, Gina, if you don't mind me asking? You have a lovely accent," Alice said as she casually rubbed up and down the length of Brian's cock through his pants.

"I don't mind at all," she said. "I am from Romania. I've lived in this country since 1989, though."

"When we met, Gina could barely speak English," Frank said. "Now she's an American citizen."

Meanwhile Dave had been running his hand up and down his wife's bare legs, inching closer and closer to her hips. Carol had been keeping her legs demurely closed, but now started to slowly part them, allowing her husband access to her inner thigh. Just like Alice, Carol and Dave stayed engaged in the conversation, even as Carol's legs spread further apart and Dave's hand moved closer and closer to her now-visible pussy.

Alice noticed what Dave and Carol were up to and her breath quickened. She couldn't believe that not only was she back with her old flame... well, flames... but Dave turned out to be a celebrity author. She started to wonder why Carol never mentioned his pseudonym to her at some point in the past decade. Of course, Dave was understandably guarded about his identity. If it came out that a best-selling author of young-adult lit was a swinger, his audience would desert him. Maybe they would have told her if she and Brian had actually visited them at some point. She put that concern out of her mind. The important thing was, she was here now, and there was what was certain to be an intense evening ahead of them.

As Dave, Carol, and Brian asked Gina about life under the Ceausescu regime, Alice unbuttoned and unzipped Brian's pants. Her hand paused above his waist, and she asked Brian with a single look. Brian, his breath short and with an intensity in his eyes the Alice had never seen before, gave her a tiny nod of the head.

Brian felt his wife's warm hand enter his pants and wrap around his shaft. Here was a line crossed: they were doing something overtly sexual, right there, in someone's living room, in front of other people. His heart pounded with the thrill of it all. This taboo breaking. The discussion around them faded into the background as Alice's fondling commanded all his attention.

Dave, Carol, Frank and Gina went right on discussing the fall of the Communist Bloc, as if nothing unusual was happening. Dave moved his hand directly over Carol's pussy, where his index and ring fingers gently stroked his wife's shaved labia, and his middle finger worked its way into her slick opening.

Eve, meanwhile, had also lost track of the discussion, and found herself openly staring, her innocent blue eyes taking in the sight of Dave's pleasuring Carol. Sometimes she would glance at Alice's hand down Brian's pants, where she could very clearly see her stroking his length. The sight of this made her immediately blush and catch her breath, so she'd return her gaze to between Carol's legs.

Brian wondered if Alice was going to pull his manhood out into the open, and became suddenly self-conscious - not of his penis himself, but of the "trim job" his wife insisted performing on him regularly. His balls, lower shaft, and inner thighs were shaved perfectly clean, while the pubic hair above his penis was closely cropped and formed into a neat V. He loved the sensation from his hairless areas, but he had stopped showering at the gym for fear of looking out of place. He'd never seen another guy there who so much as took a pair of scissors to his pubes. 




Should Old Acquaintances?



That morning, Alice had wanted to shave him completely clean from his neck down to his thighs, but Brian stood his ground and vetoed her. He compromised by letting her trim him to the closest guard setting - leaving his chest, abs, and crotch virtually devoid of hair.

In typical male fashion, he had no objection when Alice wanted him to shave her completely. In fact, he tried jumping her the moment he finished the job, but in a rare occurrence, she turned him down, wanting him to save his energy for the party. Brian contented himself with licking her to several climaxes while his own swollen member was left unsatisfied.

Despite his worries about looking "effeminate" or "boyish" with his lack of body hair, Brian refrained from stopping Alice as she pulled him out. He could feel the cooler living room air on his penis, contrasting with his wife's warm hand. For some reason he became aware of the crackling sound from the fireplace and the warmth emanating from it. It was as if he was becoming more sensually conscious.

Now Eve had finally managed to focus her attention on Alice's handjob, despite her obvious, flushed embarrassment. Brian's cock stood out long and thick and straight, with a large, plump mushroom head, at the tip of which was a substantial bead of shiny liquid. Eve watched, enraptured, as Alice slowly rubbed this substance into the head with the tip of her finger.

The conversation at this point had petered out completely. Carol's head was tossed back as she sighed in pleasure, two of her husband's fingers working their way in and out of her damp sex. She was fumbling with Dave's belt, trying to undo the buckle. Meanwhile, Gina, still clad in her long, red dress, was now sitting on Frank's lap, facing away from him, while her husband held both sides of her skinny waist and planted kisses up and down the back of her neck.

Alice got in front of Brian and sank to her knees. Once again, she questioned her husband with a look, and he responded with a nod, this time more vigorous than the last. She opened her mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around his cock.

Brian reveled both in the sensation of his wife's warm, wet mouth, and in the very open setting in which this was taking place. With the fireplace, the Nativity scene, the hung stockings, and tinsel, candles, and lights everywhere, it was an idyllic Christmas scene: something from the front of a Hallmark card. Nat King Cole was even singing "Chestnuts Roasting on and Open Fire" through the stereo system.

Yet, contrasted with this, here he was, receiving a blowjob, while another couple right next to him on the couch were diddling each other. Meanwhile, there were Frank and Gina directly across from him.

Gina rose a bit off of her husband's lap and tossed the backside of her dress away from her bottom. Frank reached down underneath the dress, between the two of them. There was a look of concentration on his face as his hands moved about and his hips shifted one way, then then the other. Gina shifted her body forward and arched her back, raising her ass in front of Frank, before slowly, carefully, settling back down.

Were they? Brian noted the contented look on both their faces as Gina ever-so-slowly rocked back and forth on Frank's lap, and Frank's hands made their way up inside her dress to cup her breasts (no doubt now that she was braless). As much as Brian was enjoying his wife's attention, he placed a hand on her face and directed her gaze upward, then gestured her to turn around.

Alice gasped upon seeing the couple "covertly" fucking on the couch opposite them. She beamed a look of "thank you!" at her husband and leaned back against the bottom of the couch, between Brian's legs.

Brian's dick, pointed directly at his chin, throbbed in need of attention. He wondered... what now? Should he put it away and wait? Play with himself? (Not in front of all these people!) His wife pulled her Northwestern sweatshirt over her head, baring her small but beautifully-shaped breasts. She then pushed the coffee table out of the way to clear the floor between the two couches, lifted her rear end and slid her jeans down her legs and tossed them aside, along with her socks.

She told Brian there was no point in her dressing up for this, since she was usually naked within minutes at these things. And true to her word, here she was, seated on the floor, back against the couch, her bare, immaculately-shaved pussy spread open for all to see. As she placed a hand between her legs to pleasure herself, glanced around and gave Brian another heated look, then turned her attention back to Frank and Gina and their growing intensity.

Frank took time from kissing and nibbling on Gina's ears to ogle Alice, nude, spread-eagle, and openly masturbating in front of him. His hands remained busy under Gina's dress, though, one tweaking her breasts and one at work between their legs.

Brian's attention, meanwhile, was drawn to the other side of his own couch, where Carol was enthusiastically encouraging Dave out of his clothes. As Carol slid his jeans down his legs, he was reassured to see that Dave's pubic, stomach, and chest hair were trimmed close, just his own. He was also amused to see that Dave's penis was quite a bit smaller than his own. It wasn't tiny - he'd seen smaller in a few of the amateur videos he and Alice downloaded - but it gave him a small surge of pride to see that his was noticeably longer and thicker.

Small as it was, it looked impossibly straight and rigid, pointing upward at a 45 degree angle. Brian imagined one would have no trouble hanging a jacket or towel on it.

He also realized that he'd never really looked closely at another man's dick in person before this night. Yet here it was somehow ok. At the same time came the realization that his own cock was sadly neglected, pointing nearly straight up from his lap, the vein on the side pulsing, quivering in expectation.

As if she read his cock's mind, Alice got on all fours, slid her hands forward, arched her back, and presented herself to him. Her plump, smooth pussy lips bulged out below her ass, begging him to enter her. She looked back at him, grinned, and raised one eyebrow.

If he was going to do this, in front of all these people, right here... well, at the very least, he thought he should get out of his clothes. After all, if he can't stand to get naked in mixed company, he certainly wouldn't be able to do what his wife so clearly wanted.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, he saw Eve gaping at him, eyes wide, face flushed, tip of her finger in her mouth. She looked like she didn't quite know what to do with herself, but she was definitely absorbed in what was going on around her. Brian faced her as he slipped off his shirt, finding himself drawn into her eyes. He did a striptease, more for Eve than for Alice, who had of course seen every square inch of his body.

Brian relished showing this young woman his well-worked chest, arms, and stomach, with its light dusting of hair that brought out the contours of his muscles. He was surprised to find that he had no inhibitions about sliding his pants and boxers down his legs, and heard Eve let out an audible gasp at the sight of his member sticking nearly straight out from his nude body.

"Quit showing off and get down here," Alice sarcastically complained, and Brian knelt behind his wife. His cock has dried somewhat from when she was down on him, but it entered her sopping-wet pussy without much difficulty at all. He rocked slowly back and forth, spreading her moisture around, getting both of them good and slick.

Alice let out a low moan that turned into an animal growl. She had never made a sound like this when it was just the two of them in private. Another barrier had been crossed: here they were, the two of them having sex, doggie-style, in someone else's well-lit living room, with five other people watching. Oddly enough, Brian felt neither ashamed or embarrassed. What he felt more than anything was closer to his wife than he had ever been, sharing this new thing together. He wondered if it was difficult for her to give up the "lifestyle," and exactly how much of a sacrifice Alice had made on his behalf. She certainly seemed to be erotically moved in a way he had never seen before.

Carol, meanwhile, had draped herself over one arm of the couch, and Dave stood over her. She had his dick completely wrapped in his mouth, and he leaned over her to lick her pussy: a "casual" sixty-nine.

Carol's long legs dangling over the couch were nearly perfect, and Brian would have kept staring at them, and the beautiful puffy lips and inner flower getting attacked by Dave's tongue, were it not for Gina, who started moaning repeatedly.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHH!" Her moans grew louder in volume as she continued to rock up and down on Frank. She grabbed her dress with both hands and yanked it over her head, revealing her totally nude body. Her breasts were two small handfuls, with large, hard, protruding nipples, like two giant eraser heads. She was thin, but very womanly in shape, with an impossibly thin waist that flared out to modestly wide hips, and a flat stomach that flowed gracefully to a pubic mound covered in a sparse mat of thick, straight, black hairs. Everything from the top of her slit down was shaved clean, however.

Her pussy was split open by Frank's massively thick phallus erupting from the open fly of his pants. It appeared to be thick as a beer bottle, and Gina's inner labia gripped it for dear life. Frank had on his face a look that combined ecstasy with extreme concentration, and he knew he was trying with all his might to keep from coming. Gina sat still for a moment on Frank's lap, then slowly lifted herself off of him. His phallus was truly intimidating -- not only in its thickness and length, but also in the way it curved upwards towards his stomach. Well, really, it pointed more at his chest. 

Brian and Eve both found themselves openly gaping at Frank's member. Brian had been playing with Alice's tits as he slowly pumped in and out of her, but he lost his focus when Gina turned around and bent over to give her husband a kiss, exposing her bare ass and open, engorged pussy to Brian. Alice had to grab one of his hands and guide them back to her breast to remind him to concentrate.

Gina stood up, and strode nude across towards the bar. "I'm going to fetch myself a glass of punch. I need a little something to cool off for a moment. Would anyone like anything?"

Dave lifted his face out of Carol's pussy. "I'd love a glass, thank you," before diving right back into his wife's muff as if he didn't just see her come in front of a group of people.

Gina's departure left Frank sitting there with his huge angry hard-on, which he casually toyed with as he watched Carol and Dave sucking, and Alice and Brian fucking directly in front of him. His cock was practically in front of her face, since she was down on all fours in front of him. This time it was her turn to be distracted.

The rigid member was so inviting, so tempting, so close at hand. She could feel her ecstasy rising in her loins thanks to Brian's masterful thrusts, but... she was greedy. She felt a need she hadn't had in oh, so long. Two cocks. Not just one. Licking her lips, she glanced back at Brian. Brian knew what she had in mind, her eyes asking the question while the rest of her face was a mask of intense pleasure and lust.

How could he say no? He knew his wife well enough to know when she really needed something, and loved her too much to even think of denying her. Brian was surprised with just how easy a decision it was: he was going to let his wife suck another man's dick.

He nodded his head a sincere yes, and Alice could feel his dick swell and become hard as steel within her. The couple maneuvered forward towards Frank's seat on the couch, and Alice tentatively took hold of the man's huge penis.

She had never done anything with one so big before. She had seen them, both in porn and in person to be sure, but she didn't think she could take him in the pussy (and the ass was out of the question!). She did want to know what it felt like to wrap her mouth around it.

She ran her tongue around the head, and could taste Gina's juices on it. Tangy, vibrant. Wow... she realized it had been nearly fifteen years since she had tasted another woman. She opened her mouth wide and could barely get a quarter of the shaft in without risking gagging. It was still WONDERFUL, the feel of her own man inside her while in total control of another man.

Frank rolled his head back and moaned as Alice ran her tongue around the head and sucked on it inside her mouth. He spread his arms out along the top of the couch and gripped the cushions in pleasure. Brian, seeing his wife's head bobbing on another man's cock, nearly lost it and came inside her.

He froze in place, and Alice could feel Brian's cock throbbing within her while he played with her nipples. She knew from experience that all she needed to do to make him come at this point was scoot back into him. She was also pretty sure Frank was on the verge: a few quick bobs of the mouth and a hand stroke or two would do it for him, too.

She was in complete and total control of two men. At once. She felt almost giddy with power, and contemplated making them both fill her with come. She wanted a little more time to savor the moment, though. This was just too perfect, and besides, she wanted to come along with them. She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Frank's cock to keep him right on the edge, while at the same time gently rocking her ass back towards her husband.

Meanwhile, Gina had returned from the kitchen with punch, and was standing with her crotch directly under Carol's head. Carol, still draped over the arm of the couch, took the opportunity lap at Gina's pussy, while Dave, who had gotten up to receive his drink from Gina, positioned himself to enter his wife. He easily slid into Carol, and he, too, began to tongue Gina. Gina simply stood there, relishing the pleasure of two tongues at once, and casually sipped at her punch.

Eve watched the two simultaneous threesomes in quiet fascination, growing increasingly more agitated. She rubbed her legs, one against another, and seemed to be trying to figure out what to do with her hands. Finally, with a sheepish look on her face, she slipped a hand under the waistband of her skirt. 

Alice, still deftly keeping Brian and Frank on edge, looked at Eve, lifted her face off of Frank's dick, and smiled gently. "Honey, if it would be more comfortable to be naked, no one is stopping you. I don't think you have a whole lot to be embarrassed about, given what we're all up to, and I'd love to see what you're doing."

Brian once again nearly lost it, and he had to squeeze hold of both Alice's breasts to signal her to stop all movement.

"I... I've never really been naked in front of anyone except a boyfriend or two." Eve looked to be warring with herself. Her hands were shaking and she bit her lip. "It was one of my 'goals' for tonight, actually, as I told Carol. I wanted to be comfortable enough with myself to be naked in the company of others. I didn't think I really had it in me, but now... well, here goes." She pulled her sweater over her head to reveal two very ample, bra-restricted breasts. She stood up and slowly slid her skirt down her waist.

At this point Dave was vigorously fucking Carol while kissing Gina, but both of them looked over to see Eve unclasp her bra and let her huge boobs fall free. Finally she slid her matching panties down her legs, sat back down with her legs spread apart, and let her hand drift down to her totally exposed pussy.

Carol reached her hands above her head and grabbed Gina's ass, pulling her pussy back so she could continue licking it. It was her way of reminding both her and Dave not to stare and make Eve feel uncomfortable.

Eve's face was bright red, either with embarrassment, arousal, or both, but she didn't seem too uncomfortable. Alice could feel the level of tension increase for both Frank, whose cock filled her mouth as much as she could stand, and for Brian, whose rhythmic pulses throbbed deep within her womanhood. Clearly the sight of the young lady slowly working her clit threatened to push them over the edge.

After a moment to allow both men to regain their composure, Alice continued her blowjob of Frank and started up a slow rhythm with Brian. Eve took in the sight of both threesomes as she continued to pleasure herself, reveling in the naughtiness of it all, as well as the delightful novelty of her newly liberated body and uninhibited sexuality.

Carol was the first to come, her moans growing in pitch and intensity until she buried face in Gina's crotch with a muffled scream. This caused Gina to climax, and she responded by grabbing Dave's head and attacking his mouth with her own. Dave felt himself pass the point of no return, and pulled out of his wife. He started stroking his cock vigorously until it erupted, shooting strings of hot, milky jizz all over Carol, from her face down to her stomach.

Seeing the three-way simultaneous orgasm was more than Eve could stand, and she clamped her legs tightly around her hand, as she shoved two fingers as deep inside her pussy as she could manage. Lights flashed before her eyes as they clenched shut and orgasm overtook her body. Involuntarily, she stated taking several loud gasps.

Alice knew that both her husband and Gina's were watching Eve's lewd display, and it would take them (or her!) long. She began bobbing her head rapidly up and down Frank's phallus, taking in as much as she could stand, while her hand eagerly stroked his saliva-slick, impossibly thick shaft. She felt Brian start to practically bounce his thighs off of her ass, and knew what that meant.

Both of them started that tell-tale throb.

Both of them turned from steel to diamond hardness.

"Oh SHIT!" "Oh FUCK!" the two men said, almost in unison.

Brian's hands dug into Alice's tits just as the first spurt of cum surged into her mouth from Frank. Brian buried herself deep within her, and she could feel him fill her with seed at the same time. The bliss of receiving two spasming cocks caused her own orgasm to arrive, and she hummed in ecstasy with her lips still around Frank.

After the moaning and sighing died down there was stillness, save for heavy breathing all around. Finally, Carol broke the silence.

"Oh, that reminds me," she said, scooping up one of the impressive wads of cum from her nude body. "There's rum-spiked eggnog in the fridge."

Brian pulled out of Alice, and the two of them sat down on the towel that Alice had the foresight to place beneath them. Brian rested his back against the couch, wrapped his arms and legs around his wife, and kissed her ear tenderly.

"That was... the most amazing thing I have ever experienced," he whispered into her ear as he felt the warmth of her nude back on his own naked chest. "We just made love in front of all of these people, yet it's hard to think of a time I've felt closer to you."

As Brian craned his neck to kiss Alice, she gently pulled away. "I just swallowed another man," she reminded him. "I... it's ok if you need me to rinse." It had taken the entire first year of their relationship to convince Brian to kiss her after she went down on him.

Brian was touched by her thoughtfulness. "It doesn't bother me as much as you might think." He drew her face towards him and their two mouths merge together.

After they broke their kiss, Alice took a look around. Eve had made no effort to cover up her body, and was chatting quietly but with great intensity with an equally nude Gina. In fact, everyone in the room had now discarded their clothes, Frank stripping after Alice had sucked him off. Brian noticed that his pubic hair was shaved just as bald as his head, an affectation that only served to accentuate his massive size. Even completely soft, it hung with an impressive weight and girth. Brian surprised himself, as a straight man, finding a certain beauty in it.




Should Old Acquaintances?



Alice's mind drifted back to that nagging question, though: why had Carol and Dave gotten so distant over the years? They could have written more, or invited her and Brian to visit, or something. They didn't even make it to her wedding, sending a gift and a card instead.

She went back over the breakup, all those years ago. It was amiable. She was heading to Northwestern for grad school, Carol and Dave weren't, and all three of them knew their "arrangement" wouldn't last forever. Alice said that she hoped the very best for the two of them, that she loved them both and wanted them to continue their love for one another. For heaven's sake, she was the maid of honor at their wedding.

Yet it took this long to invite her and Brian to see them again. Why?

She looked over to Brian, who had gotten drawn into a conversation with Carol and Dave.

"How are you doing?" Carol asked him. Her eyes told him there was more to that question than just idle politeness.

"I'm doing... fine," Brian responded. "More than fine, really. Now that I think about it, I've never felt so liberated, so at ease, and so close to my wife in all my life."

Dave smiled and said to Carol, "He's one of us, after all."

Carol looked Brian's nude body up and down. She noticed his growing erection and grabbed hold of it, appreciating its weight, warmth, and turgidity. "He definitely has promise, I'll tell you that."

Alice chose that moment to interrupt. "Before that happens," she started, looking directly at Carol's hand around Brian's cock, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't... I mean, I know there are things best left alone, and things best brought into the open... I mean..."

All three pairs of eyes stared at her. Brian's in confusion, Dave's in compassion, Carol's in alarm.

"Private room?" Carol offered.

"All four of us, or just the two of you," Dave asked.

"All four," Alice said. "It's only fair to you and Brian."

They walked up the stairs past photos of family and friends, and Alice couldn't help but notice one of them was of her and Carol and Dave, back in the happiest of times.

They entered one of the rooms, furnished as a lounge, lit by strings of LED Christmas lights strung across all four walls. There was an uncomfortable silence before Alice started things off.

"I can't take it. I have to know why you cut me off. I... I thought everything was good. I thought we settled it the right way. I thought you trusted me when I told you I was happy and I had no interest 'stealing' Dave."

Dave broke in, "Carol just needed time. It was harder for her than you think. I was at peace with it all, but... with something that intense, Carol naturally felt like I might have second thoughts. I... didn't want to press the issue, I wanted to make sure she knew I was happy with her."

Carol looked at Dave like he just laid an egg on the couch. "You mean all this time... our fourteen years of marriage... you never got it? You, the most perceptive man I've ever met? That's what you thought was going on? That I was jealously guarding you against Alice?" Her demeanor darkened suddenly. "You think my opinion of you is that low? After how many countless threesomes, foursomes, eightsomes we've engaged in over the years?"

"Well... I didn't mean that..." Dave stuttered.

There was silence again.

"Well, what was it?" Alice and Brian both asked in unison.

"You mean none of you gets it?" Carol asked.

Silence once more.

Carol sat her nude bottom down on the wrap-around couch. "When I was a college freshman, I... I didn't know what I... was. What I wanted. Before I was ever with a guy, I met this girl on the floor. She and I had an 8:50 together, so we always hit the shower at the same time, and we were always the only ones there."

She had everyone's rapt attention.

"At first it was her toweling off afterwards outside the stalls, and when I got out, wrapped in my towel, I would see her, and get little flashes of her body. Then I would do the same thing as her, and we'd both be toweling off, soon not caring what the other saw. After that, we'd both just linger there after our showers, naked, our towels hanging on hooks, chatting about our class or whatever. Soon came the compliments. She'd tell me I had great breasts, I'd compliment her ass. It wasn't long before..."

Both Dave's and Brian's cocks were growing at this point.

"...before it was touching, then kissing, then one day she led me back into one of the stalls, closed the curtain, and got down on her knees in front of me. I had never come so hard in my life, but it scared me to death. I didn't know what it meant. What I was. Was I a dyke? Would I have to tell my family I was a Lesbian, and they'd never see me get married, and give them grandchildren?

"I broke it off with her. She was really pissed, called me all sorts of ugly names. I started sleeping around with guys, just to prove to myself I was straight. I probably went to bed with twenty guys between midterm and finals that first semester. I got nothing out of it. I don't think I came once the whole time. They would throw a tie over the door handle, lay me down on the bed, get my feet in the air, pump, squirt, and get dressed again. The nice ones would take me out for coffee afterwards.

"So I went home for Christmas break thinking I was a Lesbian, thinking I was going to have to tell my parents. I never got up the courage for that, but when I got back to campus for the spring semester, I resolved that I wasn't going to push away the next woman who made a pass at me."

Alice smiled, knowing full well the next part of the story.

"I met Alice in a lit class," she continued, "and she was so brilliant, and so attractive, and always had such interesting things to say." Alice blushed. "She had insights into our readings that stunned our professor. So naturally I wanted her as a study partner. The first night we met to study, I don't know how she did it, but she got me to open up about my sexuality, and next thing I know we're sixty-nining in her dorm room. I told her I didn't think she was a Lesbian, and she told me she wasn't. She liked guys, too -- even preferred them."

Alice gave her husband's erection a firm squeeze and noticed he was now as hard as iron. "She taught me about men, about how to pick out the right ones, how to make them do the right things for me. We would go to campus bars and target guys to bring back to the dorms with us. The very first time we had a threesome was also the first time I came with a man inside me. After a few months of this, we met Dave."

Dave's face lit up.

"Dave was wonderful, sweet, and remarkably skilled for a man his age. He might have been quiet, but when he opened his mouth, what wit and charm! We both fell for him, and the three of us talked out our 'arrangement.' I loved Alice and Dave, both. Alice loved Dave and me, both. And Dave loved Alice and me, both."

"And then I went off to Northwestern," Alice added.

"Yes," said Carol. "And you were at peace with it, and Dave was at peace with it. And I've never once doubted that."

"Then what was the prob... oh!" Alice exclaimed, softly. The realization came to Dave as well. Brian looked at both of them, still confused.

"I still didn't know which I preferred, men or women, let alone whether I preferred Alice or Dave. I never said anything to Dave about it to this day, because I didn't want it looming over him. I didn't want him worrying. For the first several months after Alice left, not a day went by when I didn't think about moving to Chicago, leaving Dave for Alice. But I loved Dave, I loved him so much... but I also liked the idea of a husband and children. And I knew Alice preferred men, anyway."

"You dind't need to cut off contact," Alice pointed out.

"I... I was afraid of the feelings I had for you. Afraid that I would find myself wanting to leave Dave again. I just wanted to bury it and let it go away."

"You could have told me," Dave said. "We could have talked through it. I would have understood."

Carol looked at him, eyes full of caring. "I know, honey, but I was afraid of my own feelings. I didn't want to share them with myself, let alone you. So I let you think whatever you were going to think. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I forgive you," Dave said. "'Tis the season, after all." His eyes turned sad. "I just hope you don't still..."

"I haven't regretted it since I got the wedding announcement from Alice. I was still afraid of my own feelings, but not once since then do I wish I ended up with her instead of you."

There were smiles and naked hugs all around. Then a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Dave said. "You're not interrupting anything we don't want you to interrupt."

A Latina bombshell entered the room, dressed in a very skimpy silk bathrobe. A grin spread across her face upon being greeted with two erect penises.

"Oh, that's right! I completely forgot," Dave said.

"Alice, Brian, this is Ilena," Carol said. "I'm so sorry, we got... a bit sidetracked."

"I know," she said. "I saw what was going on in the den, but I thought it rude to interrupt."

"Is Hector still sound asleep?" asked Dave.

"No, he's in the basement watching football. You know Hector, Mister 'one and done.'"

"Well, I hope you haven't felt neglected," Alice remarked.

"Oh, not at all," she said. "We have been back in the hot tub with Frank and Gina, and this Eve, who is learning many new things."

Everyone smiled.

"There is, how should I say it, too much clam, and not enough sausage. And too much empty space in the tub."

"Well, shall we?" Brian asked, hoping the mood would lift after Carol spilled her guts.

They all headed back downstairs, where Carol served them all generous cups of eggnog. "Old acquaintances should never be forgot," she said.

"But it never hurts to make new ones," Brian added.

"To friends, old and new," Dave toasted.

"We should give them our gift," Carol suggested.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any," Dave responded. He unlocked a drawer and got out an envelope engraved with Alice and Brian's names on it.

Alice took it and opened it. Her mouth dropped. "Oh, I couldn't. I just..."

Brian took a look at the contents. "An invitation to the premiere of your first book's movie?"

"I get a bajillion of them to hand out. I'd love one of them to go to you," Dave explained. "The cast, the director, they'll all be there."

"I wish we had something to give you in return," Alice said. "Other than a copy of my latest book on archetypal developments in eighteenth-century Polish literature, I don't really have much to offer."

"Really, don't worry about it. You two being there would be the greatest gift we could imagine," Carol said. "Of course, you'll need to stay in the 'VIP Zone' away from the cameras and reporters. F.J. Gordon's never been photographed, and neither have any of his friends."

"I think we can handle that," Alice beamed.

A short time later, a wet and shiny Ilena happily rode Brian's cock as he sat next to his wife in the hot tub. She was enjoying the dual sensation of Dave's cock and fingers, while Carol and Eve gently kissed one another opposite them, their arms crossed in front of their chests, hands at work beneath the surface of the bubbling water.

"You didn't have to give this up all those years just for me," Brian said into his wife's ear. "We could have started this long ago."

Alice smiled. "You're such a sweetie, but we both know how you would have reacted to this when you were twenty-five." Brian was going to protest, but realized she was right. "And besides," she added, "you're all I need. This is just a... a bon... ah!" 

Her head went back and she grabbed a hold of Dave while soft moans escaped her mouth.

"As I was about to say, this is just a bonus."

"Merry Christmas," Brian said.

"Merry Christmas," Alice replied.

At that moment, Ilena dug her fingers into Brian's back. "Merry... fucking... oh GOD!" she exclaimed.

Brian thrust himself deep into the coal-eyed vixen and came hard, one hand planted on her ass, the other holding Alice's hand under the water.