3 comments/ 114176 views/ 22 favorites The Big Swing: New Year's Surprise By: wiintermute “She’s going to go nuts when you show her this, Brian,” Karla said to me with a huge grin. “You really think so, Karla?” “Oh, I know it Brian. She’s always talking about taking a trip like this with you. But you guys always have so much going on, she thinks it will never happen.” I took the packet from Karla and looked at it again, scarcely able to believe that we were actually going to do it. Karla is my wife Andrea’s best friend, and the wife of my good friend, James. The bright blue packet contained the airline tickets, hotel reservations, and itinerary for a trip for two to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Andrea and I had been married for 13 years now, and had never taken a real vacation together. Something in each of our conflicting work schedules had always prevented us from planning such a trip. But this time, both of us had managed a week off, starting tomorrow, New Year’s Day. Tonight, Andrea and I were going to a New Year’s Eve party held in the lounge of a luxury hotel in downtown Dallas. We were meeting a few other couples and some of their friends. Not wanting to drive after celebrating the new year with a few cocktails and the inevitable champagne toast at midnight, I had reserved us a room at the hotel. My plan was for Andrea and I to party like rock stars tonight, then I was going to surprise her with the packet up in our room before going to bed. I’d even loaded a cooler with ice and beer, as experience told me that sometimes the party goes on, even after the party in the ballroom ends. If nothing else, I’m sure we’d want to have a few celebratory beers as we went over the details of our trip. If my calculations were correct, what would follow would be some seriously hot marital conjugation. “Well,” I said, “I sure hope she’s as excited about this as I am. Now remember, not a word to her about this. I want it to be a total surprise.” “You guys are so cute,” James said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “You guys have been married for 13 years and you’re still doing these big surprises for each other. I may just puke.” “For each other?” I asked, a little confused. Karla elbowed James in the gut, doubling him over with a “whooof!” “James! Quiet! You’re not supposed to mention anything to either one of them!” It took a second for it to finally dawn on me, but suddenly it hit me. “She’s got something planned for me, too, doesn’t she? C’mon, guys, give it up. What is it?” “Hush,” Karla said, “No more questions from you mister. And not another word from you, James. Mr. Big Mouth.” I looked at James and he just grinned at me and wiggled his eyebrows up and down, like the proverbial cat that had just swallowed the proverbial canary. Just then the phone rang and Karla left to pick it up in the kitchen. “Okay, pal, give,” I said. “Nope,” he said with a grin, “you’ll just have to wait until tonight.” “I should have known she was cooking up something. She’s been spending a lot of extra evenings ‘at the gym’, but she’s never been THAT dedicated to working out before. Not that she needs it. She’s still the same weight as she was when we started dating back in college. She looks like she could still start as the strong side hitter for any women’s college volleyball team tomorrow.” “Yes, Brian, Andrea is definitely still a hard body. I still can’t understand what she sees in you, though, you ugly bastard.” “Me either, bro. Must be my huge dick.” “That not what I hear,” he said. We both laughed. After visiting a couple of well deserved smacks upside his head, I said, “So, what is it? What’s she going to spring on me tonight?” “Not going to tell, partner. Let’s just say that you better be munching some vitamins and getting lots of fluids in you. It’s going to be a hot night in Downtown Dallas!” “Fine. Well, I’m outta here then. I can be abused anywhere, and by far prettier people than you. I need to get home and see if my tux still fits. Give Karla a kiss for me. I’ll see you guys at the hotel tonight.” I scarcely noticed a thing on my drive home, my mind racing with the list of possible shenanigans Andrea might have planned. One thing I knew for sure, when my wife plans surprises, it’s usually something very unusual and very adventurous. Even after thirteen years of contented wedded bliss, she could come up with things that set my loins on fire. My cock stirred in my jeans just thinking about some of the past birthday and anniversary surprises. But what could this one be? A few thoughts pinged and ponged around in my head. A threesome with one of her friends from the gym? No way, I thought, discarding the absurd vision. I doubt she’s become THAT adventurous. But what a thought! Then something occurred to me. Karla and James. We’d been friends with them for years, even before any of us got married. James and I harbor no secrets between us. We tell each other everything, including our deepest secrets and most taboo fantasies. The past couple of “beer and bullshit” sessions between James and I had always seem to steer towards our favorite sexual fantasies, involving everyone from famous female athletes, to girl rock singers, to TV stars. Also, I love to write, and it’s always been a cathartic exercise when I get a persistent and troublesome fantasy that won’t get out of my head, even after several shower masturbation sessions. When that happens, I’ll sit down at the computer and write it all out, start to finish, in mind boggling detail. By the time I’m through, the demons are usually purged. These stories aren’t necessarily accurate reflections of things I’ve done or would even likely try, but once an image or story gets into my head, writing it all out is about the only thing that will give me some relief. Well, recently, I had shared a short story I’d written with James. It was a hot little tale staring Andrea and I. The gist of the story was how a board game brought out a full on, bisexual orgy with me, my wife, and an imaginary couple based loosely on James and Karla. James thought it was a very good story, as evidenced by the tent on the front of his sweat pants as read it while we were sipping beers at the bar one night. He even went so far as to suggest that we get that game, or something similar and try it out. He was sure that Karla and Andrea would enjoy it once it got started. I nearly spit my beer through my nose, and laughed myself silly at the thought of my wife, the cool, elegant, and always proper Andrea rolling around in a pile of human flesh like a Roman harlot in the days of Caligula. No way. That particular image was still playing on the big screen of the little porno theater in my mind as I pulled into my driveway at home. But I switched it off. No use getting myself all worked up about it again, especially when nothing like that was ever likely to happen. In any case, I had shared that little fantasy with James. I also knew that James and Karla held no secrets between them, as well. And Karla and Andrea were closer than sisters. Could word of my twisted little story have gotten back to Andrea? Was it possible that she might be planning something close to that? As exciting as the prospect might be, I had to reluctantly decide against it. It was just too much to hope for. ************************** “Does this dress show just how fat my ass is?” I froze, my hands midway through the complicated maneuvers required to tie a bow tie. The eyes that stared back at me from the mirror were those of a trapped and terrified animal. There’s not a more slippery slope for a man to be on than to be posed that particular question by a woman. “Darling, to a woman who would possess the cruelty to ask such a question of a man, no answer would suffice. Therefore, I politely and respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it could cost me a testicle or two.” “Seriously,” Andrea pleaded. She was standing in front of the full length mirror on the back of the closet in our master bedroom, smoothing the imaginary wrinkles from the body hugging, sleek black evening gown. Starting at the top, it was a strapless number, held in place by her firm but smallish tits. From there it poured over her body like black oil down to mid calf, slit up the left side halfway to heaven. “I’ve put on more than a couple of pounds the last few years. I used to have the ass of a ten year old boy. Now look at it.” And look at it, I did. I walked over to her and slid my arms around her waist from behind, my face appearing in the mirror next to hers. Not only was her body still in perfect shape, despite the one, maybe two pounds that had been added to her luscious ass, but her face was still the vision of porcelain beauty, framed by soft golden blonde hair. Tonight her hair was pulled up into a loose bun, an up-do with soft slightly wavy strands falling down from her temples. This particular hairdo served to accentuate her high radiant cheekbones and delicately chiseled jaw line. This lovely face sat atop a long, slender neck. How many times had I let myself get lost on that neck, my mouth along side her jugular vein, feeling the fluttering pulse through my wet lips and tongue as I buried my cock in her tight pussy. With a shake of my head, I purged that thought from my mind. We needed to get going or we were going to be late. Looking once again at my wife’s lovely image in the mirror, I saw that hanging from her neck was a very simple, and very tasteful strand of pearls which hung to just above her cleavage. Quite understated, yet elegant. At 5’10” in her bare feet, the black spiked heels at end of her long slender legs put her almost eye to eye with me, who stands a little over 6’3”. Her powder blue eyes gazed back at me, still questioning. Yes, her ass had grown a fraction, but it was for the better, in my opinion. Her body had always been a bit on the bony side. Now her ass had just the slightest jiggle when she walked, and that was very much a visual turn on for me. And every time I looked down on that beautiful ass while taking her from behind, watching the soft flesh of her ass cheeks undulate as I pounded into her. Damn, I was getting hard just thinking about it. “Well, I’m still refusing to answer such a loaded question, but maybe this will give you some idea of how I feel.” I placed both my hands on her hips and ground my pant-covered bulge into her softening, but still very tight ass. “Brian!” she barked in a harsh whisper, “The door is wide open! One of the kids could walk by at any second!” She punctuated her final words with a hip check to my groin that would have sent any NHL defenseman into the boards. “Ooo, that one hurt,” I groaned. “Serves you right, Mr. Cocksman,” she said, turning to me and sliding her arms around my neck and placing a warm kiss on my lips. “But, darling, hold that thought. I’ve got plans for you and your little buddy down there later.” Did she just push her pelvis against my hard cock? With a very sly smile, she turned back to the mirror and wound one of the strands of hair hanging from her temple around her index finger, then released it, giving a bit more wave to it. The word “stunning” flashed in my mind. Just then the doorbell rang downstairs. “That’ll be Jenny. She’s agreed to stay the whole night, until we get back tomorrow morning. I’ve made her a little bed on the couch.” “I’ll go let her in,” I said, “maybe she’ll help me with my little problem here, if you won’t.” “You’ll stay right where you are, cowboy. Finish tying that tie and meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. We’re going to be late. And hands off the babysitter. Studly husbands come and go, but a good babysitter who’s willing to work on New Years’ Eve is hard to find. Don’t make me choose.” I laughed out loud, and watched that wonderful ass saunter out of the room. ****************************** We dropped the cooler of beer off in our room at the downtown hotel, then caught the elevator down. The party was already jumping and it was only 9pm. It was a very large ballroom with full service bars every twenty feet around the perimeter of the room. Forming a concentric circle just inside the ring of bars were groups of white table-clothed tables with dramatic center pieces. The band on stage was playing a good mix of Top 40 covers from the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s and this century, too. Mixed in were some lively dance tunes, and a few good old rock and roll classics. Something for everyone. The dance floor that made up the center of the room was already crowded and throbbing with well dressed revelers. I spotted our gang at a cluster of tables off to our right. I shook hands with all the men and air-kissed the cheeks of all the ladies. Most of them were friends, or acquaintances we’d met through mutual friends. However, there were a few strange faces around the table. Andrea immediately got into a whisper conference with Karla who kept shooting little smiling glances at me over Andrea’s naked shoulder. What in the hell was she up to? I grabbed myself a very stiff rum and coke, and an ice cold longneck for Andrea. I took a chair near the end of the long table. Karla and Andrea were still huddled together on my left, talking animatedly just out of earshot. To my right at the end of the table, were three handsome and well built young men. They looked to be in their mid-to-late 20’s. All three had that look of quiet confidence with just a touch of arrogance, that hinted at big money. My guess was Trust Fund Babies. I stuck out a hand to the one closest to me on my right. “Brian Collinsworth,” I said cheerfully. “Hey, good to meet you. Richard Albright. Call me Rich” Rich was about 6 feet tall, dark wavy hair brushed back loosely and just touching his collar in back. It was a swarthy style that I had come to refer to as the “Euro-trash” look. Very hip. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and black sport coat and trousers. He gestured to the young man to his right and said, “This is Michael Barrington” I shook hands with Michael and couldn’t help but notice his sparkling blue eyes and brilliantly white teeth. A lot of money had gone into getting that kind of wattage. His blond hair was short and parted on the side, in what appeared to be a very casual, almost thoughtless style. It took a lot of very meticulous styling and spritzing to get hair to look that casual. Michael looked to be about 5’10”, and very slender. He had very delicate features with full red lips. The thought crossed my mind that he’d also make a fairly attractive woman. Rich then pointed to the gentleman across from me to Michael’s right and he said, “And that mutant over there is Andrew Foxworth. Andy for short.” Andy wasn’t actually a mutant, but he was a very large young man. About my height, but he probably carried at least 50 more pounds of lean muscle, mostly around his chest and thighs. Andy’s hair was cut in a buzzed flattop and I could see a web of throbbing veins at this temple. This guy spent a lot of time in the free-weight room, I could tell. “Good to meet you guys. Are you having any fun, yet?” I asked. “Oh, a little here and there,” Rich said. “Some nice looking women here tonight. We’re going to have a few more drinks and see if we can cut a few away from the herd.” In spite of my initial impression, I could not help but instantly like Rich. He had a free and easy charm that made me want kick back and hang out with him. Michael said, “Yeah, it’s a target rich environment, for certain. But I guess that’s not going to mean much to you. Looks like you brought your own dance partner.” He grinned and nodded at Andrea, her back still turned to us. “Yeah, I’ve already roped my little filly for the night. But I’m not complaining.” “Nor would I,” Andy said as his eyes poured over my wife’s body. When his eyes finally left her, he met my cool steady gaze, smiled and winked. Not a trace of shame or self-consciousness. I really couldn’t blame him. I was beginning to like these guys a lot. A couple hours later, about an hour before midnight, I was back at the table, sucking the ice out of my fourth drink, trying to catch my breath. Andrea and Karla had worn James and my asses out on the dance floor. James was guzzling beer between ragged breaths, too. At least I wasn’t the only one. Out on the floor, I watched Karla and Andrea dancing together to a slow, but pounding rock number. Although close together, both seemed lost in their own world, eyes closed, arms raised above their heads, their bodies writhing and undulating in excruciatingly slow motion to the sultry beat. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Rich smiling down at me. “You guys look like you need a break, would you like us to take over and see if we can wear those ladies down?” “Be my guest,” James said, flicking the back of his hand toward the dance floor. “Sure, knock yourself out,” I said. Rich nodded to his companions and they sauntered to the dance floor. Rich moved up behind Andrea as Michael and Andy moved to either side of Karla. Rich whispered into Andrea’s ear and the nodded back in my direction. My wife looked at him, a bit confused at first, but then looked over at me. James and I raised our drinks to them, and big smile spread across her face. She placed a hand on Rich’s arm, then leaned over to say something into Karla’s ear. Karla opened her eyes and looked around at the three strapping young lads and then over at James and me. We raised our glasses once again to the ladies. They looked at each other and laughed. A new song was playing by then and the five of them began dancing in a loose circle. As the great dance songs kept coming and the minutes wore on, Andrea and Karla were in their zone. The circle had tightened considerably and I noticed that there was a lot of bodily contact happening. More than was forced by the crushing crowd around them. As Andrea moved and turned, I saw Rich’s and sometimes Michaels hands brushing her waist or hips. I saw Andy pull Karla in for a belly to belly slow dance. His hands would occasionally slide up and down her back, stopping just above her ass, coming dangerously close to a grope, but not quite. At one point, Andrea moved up behind Karla as she danced with Andy and pushed her pelvis into Karla’s ass, whispering something obviously naughty into Karla’s ear. Karla threw her head back and laughed, but reached around behind her and pulled my wife’s crotch harder into her backside. I looked over at James and watched him as he watched the scene on the dance floor. He was smiling broadly. He caught me looking at him and gave me an embarrassed grin. “That’s very interesting, don’t you think?” “Interesting, yes. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this, but it’s getting pretty hot in here.” “No doubt. Very hot in here.” An odd thought suddenly fluttered to the edges of my rum-soaked consciousness. Did Karla and Andrea already know these guys? Maybe from the gym? Could this have something to do with the surprise? As soon as the thought hit me, I pushed it away. No, this couldn’t be it. However, it was an interesting show. It brought some of the details of my written story unwillingly to mind. I squirmed and adjusted in my chair, hoping to conceal the bulge that had begun to form. At one minute before midnight, the countdown had begun. Every person in the room was holding a fresh drink and mashed together on the dance floor. Tradition had it that balloons and confetti would be dropped from the ceiling onto the crowded dance floor at the stroke of midnight. Experience also told me that lots of kissing and groping would be going on, as well. Nothing like bringing in the new year to provide an excuse to suck face with strangers. I was standing on the floor, with my arms around Andrea. I was giving her a few warm-up kisses, as James and Karla did the same next to us. Andrea was just a tad tipsy and her breath was warm as she breathed into my mouth and gazed at me with her soft, sensuous eyes. I covered her mouth with mine, letting my tongue find hers, sucking it into my mouth, just as the stroke of midnight hit. A cacophony of noise rose as people cheered, blew paper horns, and rattled cowbells. Thousands of balloons and a blizzard of confetti fell from the rafters. I scarcely noticed, lost in my wife’s succulent mouth. The Big Swing: New Year's Surprise “Hey, you two, mind if we join in the celebration?” I turned to find Rich and Michael with his million watt smile standing to either side of me. I looked into Andrea’s eyes and saw just a hint of apprehension. But I also saw a little smile form on her wet lips. “Andrea, would you like to show your appreciation to your dance partners with a little New Year’s Eve kiss?” I asked gently. After a few second’s hesitation, she said, “Sure why not. Rich leaned in first and Andrea’s hand came up to touch the side of his face as their lips met. For a brief moment, it was soft, and very tame close-mouthed kiss. “Oh, come on woman, kiss the man. He’s worked hard for you all night.” She glanced at me then shrugged. This time taking Rich’s face in both her hands, she kissed him hard, their mouths opening and sliding over each other’s lips. When they broke, Andrea was breathing heavier. “That’s more like it,” I said. “Michael, step up, my man.” Andrea draped her arms over Michael’s shoulders and covered his cherry red lips with hers. I watched with rapt attention and a strange flutter in my gut as she drew his tongue out of his mouth, chewing and sucking on it like it was a small cock. Once again, a strange thought emerged into my head. For a bunch of freewheeling young single men, these guys seem to be hovering awfully close to us old married folks this evening. I looked over and saw Karla and Andy locked in a very hot tongue wrestling session as James stood with his arms across both of their shoulders. Rich and eye alternated our glances at my wife sucking face with Michael and Karla chewing on Andy’s tongue. “Wow,” Rich said. “Yeah, wow,” I said. I felt a light touch on my shoulder and turned to face a startlingly beautiful young woman with raven black hair, black eye shadow and liner, and blood red lips. I love Goth chicks. She stood about 5’7” with a very slender and athletic body. Her long bangs hung down over one eye until she flipped it back with a toss of her head. “Happy New Year,” she said without even a hint of a smile. Before I could say a word, she reached up behind my neck and pulled my mouth down onto hers. Her mouth tasted faintly of cigarettes and tequila. She mashed her mouth onto mine, her darting tongue stirring around in my mouth. I inhaled her faintly musky and sweet scent. “Oh, yummy!” I heard my wife’s voice in my ear. The dark little vixen broke our kiss and looked at me with the deepest and darkest green eyes I’ve ever seen. Her hand was still around my neck, but then she slid it forward along my cheek. I felt her thumb touch my parted lips as she wiped the smudge of lipstick off with her thumb. She then turned to Andrea and pulled her face into her own, planting a quick, but slightly rough kiss squarely on my wife’s lips. “Later,” she said, and disappeared into the crowd. Andrea and I both stared at the little Goth-shaped blob of empty air in front of us, then looked at each other, saying in unison, “Wow.” My wife then pulled me into her and we kissed again, hotly, roughly, passionately. She broke the oral contact and whispered into my ear. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got something planned for you.” Here it is, I thought. “Yeah, well I’ve got something planned for you, too, m’Lady.” “Oh really?” she said. “And what would that be, my good Knight?” “You’ll just have to follow me and find out, won’t you?” “Well, then, lead on, you impertinent knave,” she said. We made our way to the elevators in the lobby and pressed the number for our floor. The doors were sliding closed just as a hand slid into the narrow gap. The doors opened and there stood Rich and Michael. “Hey, it’s you guys! Going up already?” “Yeah, we’re taking our little party up to our room for a while. Need a lift?” “Why yes, thanks. We’re meeting some other friends upstairs later ourselves. The night is still young, holding lots of adventures yet.” He said this to me, but was looking sideways at Andrea. I looked at Andrea and she was looking at me with a big smile on her face. Hmmmm. Okay, this was starting to move a bit beyond coincidence. I searched her eyes for any hint of what might be going on, but only saw her searching my eyes with her own. I just wished she’d come out and make the move. The suspense here was killing me. Maybe she was getting cold feet. Maybe she didn’t know how to play it next, without giving the surprise away. I decide to take a gamble. “Hey, we’ve got some beer in our room. You guys want a little nightcap before moving along.” “Yes,” Andrea said after a moments hesitation, “let’s have one more with our new friends.” Rich and Michael exchanged glances and then turned back to Andrea. “Sure, let’s do it.” Once in our room, a large two room suite with a spacious sitting area, Michael turned on the television to a cable music station playing soft rock numbers. Good mood music. I broke out some beers and passed them around. “To new and exciting adventures,” Rich toasted. “Hear, hear,” I offered heartily. Michael was softly swaying to the music as he sipped his beer, and gazed at Andrea, who was fiddling with her hair in the mirror on the wall above the bar. I sat heavily on the sofa, splaying my legs out in front of me. Rich took the chair to my left. He also seemed to be captivated by my wife’s beauty. A soft chirp sounded and Rich pulled a small cell phone from his jacket pocket. “Hey,” he said. “Yeah, we’re with our new friends. Yeah. Yeah. That’s them. We’ve moved the party into their room.” He put the phone against his chest and asked, “Brian, this is another good buddy of ours we were supposed to hook up with tonight. Can you spare another beer?” “Sure,” I said. “The more the merrier.” He spoke back into the phone, “Yeah, come on up,” then he said our room number into the phone and beeped the phone off. Michael said, “Was that Alex?” “Yeah,” Rich said. Turning to me he said, “You’ll like Alex.” Satisfied with her makeup Andrea turned to face all three of us, grinning broadly. “So, now what should we do?” “Dance with me,” Michael said, setting his and her beers on the bar and taking Andrea by the hand. “I’d love to, Michael. Hey Rich, you and my husband feel free to dance with each other, too.” Rich and I both chuckled, as we watched Michael pull my wife into his arms for a slow song. Was something happening here? A thundering herd of butterflies took flight in my stomach. Rich stood up and said, “Sorry, old pal, but I only like dancing with ladies.” With that, he walked slowly over to Michael and Andrea and pressed his body against her back. She turned and smiled at his handsome face over her creamy white shoulder. She then looked at me and our eyes locked. “Is this okay, Brian? You seem to enjoy watching me dance with these men?” I gulped down a mouthful of beer to give my racing thoughts a chance to settle down. This was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. My emotions warred with each other as a struggled with just how to phrase my answer. This had to be her play and while I wanted to give her as much room to maneuver, I was more than a little apprehensive. When I finally found my voice, I said, “Darling, it’s your dance. I’m just enjoying the view.” “Dancing is good,” she said. She held my gaze for a moment longer then turned back to Rich, who turned her body to face him. Michael didn’t seem to mind as he pressed his slender body against her backside just as Rich had done. Andrea draped her arms over Rich’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. Michael’s hands were now low on Andrea’s hips as they swayed back and forth in a sultry rhythm. I know my wife well and I could tell by her movements and body language that she was in a high state of arousal. I sensed an edge of fear there, too, but she was getting hot, I knew. Michael was looking down at where the front of his crotch was rubbing against my wife’s ass, his lips parted in obvious arousal, as well. I could tell that some invisible line was about to be crossed. Rich then said, “Dancing is good. But what about kissing. I really like the way you kissed me tonight, Andrea.” Michael said, “Oh yes, me too.” Andrea let out a bark of a laugh, then looked and saw the serious look on their faces. “Well, I don’t know gentlemen. That you’re going to have to take up with my husband sitting over there. I’m just here for the show.” The show? She turned and locked eyes with me, searching, questioning. I knew she was looking for a sign from me. Something to let her know that her little surprise was having the desired effect on me. It appeared that she was going to need solid affirmation that it was okay to cross that invisible line. I took another sip of beer and said to Rich and Michael with a lot more confidence than I truly felt inside, “I think the kidding around is pretty much over with, don’t you gentlemen? I think my wife is going to need a lot more attention than just dancing and kissing.” Andrea’s head snapped around to face me, “Brian! My God, what are you saying?” She was playing this so well. Acting all shocked and startled, was a brilliant touch. One of the most erotic elements of my writings had been the initial resistance followed by reluctant acceptance, then full submission and pleasure. It only served to heighten my arousal to see her act so shocked. “That’s right, love. I want to see these two studs ravage your body. Do what you will to her, guys.” “Brian, you can’t possibly –“ but that was all she got out as Rich pulled her against him with his strong arms, pinning her arms between her chest and his. He then covered her protesting mouth with his and kissed her deeply and roughly. She continued to mumble protests into his hungry mouth. When he broke the kiss, she stammered, “Oh, no, Brian, I can’t, you wouldn’t let them do this to me, would you?” One thing I know about my wife. She’s slender, but she’s amazingly athletic and strong. Rich was a well-built young man, but if my wife had wanted to fight him off, he’d have a hell of a time holding her, even with Michael’s help. Her mouth was resisting, but her body was telling me a different story. “Relax, darling. I’m okay with this. Just go with it.” “But –“ Rich cut her off again by mashing his lips to her and probing her wet mouth with his insistent tongue. Andrea moaned and squealed, but still offered no physical resistance to either his firm clench or stabbing tongue. My cock was straining hard against my trousers. Things began happening really fast after that. Michael knelt behind my wife and pressed his face into her dress-clad ass, inhaling her womanly aroma. Andrea groaned loudly into Rich’s mouth. While still nuzzling her ass, Michael’s hands slid down the length of Andrea’s legs, caressing the taught muscles of her thighs, the gentle curves on her calves, the delicate bone structure of her thin ankles. On the trip back up, his hands slid beneath the hem of her black gown and up the backs of her milky thighs. I saw the shapes of his hands beneath the stretchy black fabric, rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks as he munched on the crevice between them through her dress. When his hands slid back down, they were holding the waistband of Andrea’s black thong panties. “Oh, God!” she cried out in a high wail. When the panties reached her feet, she lifted one foot then the other as Michael freed them from the buckles of her spiked heels. He then brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. “Damn, these are soaked, man. She’s been ready for this for some time, I think.” Michael tossed the panties to me and I caught them in one hand. They were indeed sopping wet with my wife’s cunt juices. I brought them to my face and drew in that familiar heady aroma. Michael pushed the hem of her gown up and bunched it around her waist, exposing the smooth, unmarred globes of my wife’s tight white ass. “This is a thing of beauty,” he mumbled. He grasped one ass cheek in each hand, and spread them wide, stretching her soft flesh. From my vantage point, I could see her pinkish brown ass hole and moistened cunt lips. Still grasping her ass cheeks and hips, he yanked them toward his face. “Arch your back,” he commanded firmly. Andrea’s back arched slightly, offering greater exposure to her ass and pussy. Michael plunged in with his mouth and tongue, first lapping and sucking at her puckered anus, then sliding his tongue down along her moist slit, then sliding his tongue into her pink hole. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out. Rich had loosened his bear hug but Andrea continued to clutch the front of his shirt with both hands, lest she be pushed over from Michael’s rough oral attack on her ass and pussy from behind. She was panting and whimpering with her face buried in Rich’s chest. With his hands now free, Rich began massaging Andrea’s tits vigorously with both hands. She arched her back even further and spread her feet about two feet apart. Michael continued to stretch her ass cheeks apart, alternately fucking her ass hole and pussy with his long stiff tongue. “Holy, shit,” she cried out in wavering high voice. Rich continued to massage her breast with one hand, pinching her hardened nipple through the fabric of her gown. With the other hand, he reached down and unzipped his zipper. Reaching inside, he came out with a huge stiff cock in his hand. With the other hand, he stopped groping and squeezing Andrea’s tits and grabbed a handful of her blond hair. He pushed her head downward until her face was even with his jutting member. “Open your mouth, Andrea,” he told her. Still grasping her hair firmly in one hand, he held and stroked his cock with the other. He turned her head on its side, giving me a clear view off her face with his cock sticking out in front of it. Her eyes were wide with fear as they locked on mine. I smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her mouth was open and I held by breath, waiting for it to happen. But rather than just shoving it in her open, panting mouth, he began slapping her lips with his cock. She stuck out her tongue and strands of saliva began adhering to the shaft and tip, forming silvery mooring lines from her mouth to his cock. He continued to smack her wet mouth and tongue with his prick until it was liberally coated with her spit. He then began rubbing his wet cock all over her chin, cheeks, and lips. Her face became shiny with her own saliva and pre-cum. Behind her, Michael continued his rough oral assault, lapping feverishly at her clit, parted pink pussy lips and ass hole. With one hand she clung to Rich’s belt, and the other she reached back to grab a handful of Michaels blond hair as his head bobbed and shook between her spread legs from behind. She pulled Michael’s face harder into her behind. Rich had a firm fist wrapped around the base of his cock and a good handful of my wife’s golden hair. Suddenly he pushed the head of his cock into her mouth about four inches. He pulled it back out abruptly with an audible “plop.” Then back in it went. “Suck my cock, bitch. I’m going fuck your mouth.” He pulled it completely out again with another wet plopping sound. “Yes, yes,” Andrea gasped, “fuck my mouth. Give it to me, you fucking bastard. Lick my pussy, Michael. Fuck my holes with your tongue. You want me, then take you fucking assholes.” Rich moaned and shoved his cock back into my wife’s mouth. “That’s right, baby, swallow my dick.” He then let go of his cock and grabbed a second handful of her hair, holding her head steady as he began a rhythmic pumping into my wife’s mouth. He was now fucking her mouth like a pussy. With each stroke, more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Occasionally, Andrea had slid my cock all the way down her throat until my balls were pressing into her chin and her nose was buried in my pubes, but I’d never before fucked her mouth and throat as steadily and vigorously as Rich was doing right now. Every fourth or fifth thrust into her groaning mouth, he’d pull all the way out and let her gulp down a few precious breaths of air. Then he would push her face down harshly onto his jutting cock for more fucking. Her saliva was now running in rivulets down his shaft, coating his balls, and dripping from his sack to the floor in long strands. The wet slurping and gurgling coming from my wife’s mouth and throat was giving me chills. “God I love this mouth, guys. She’s got a hot little mouth.” Michael stood and unbuckled his trousers without a word. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. I rubbed my swollen cock through my own trousers. I was incredibly aroused as the scene before me. Michael’s cock jutted out in front of him. I was ashamedly relieved to notice that neither Rich’s nor Michael’s cock was nearly as long or as thick as my own. There was nothing inadequate about either one, but the competitive Inner Child in me was thankful that my bulging package was still number one in the room. Michael moved up behind Andrea and placed one hand on her smooth and white lower back. With the other hand, he guided the tip of his cock up and down my wife’s spit-soaked ass crack, and juicy slit. He rubbed the entire length of his shaft along her swollen clit, causing her to whimper and moan, her legs shuddering at the intense sensation that it must have shot through her. My wife’s clit gets very sensitive and engorged when she’s highly aroused. Finally, he pushed the tip in between her hot pink labia and shoved his cock all the way inside her with one thrust. Then began a thorough pounding to my wife’s pussy. Michaels balls were slapping into her swollen clit. About that time, Rich had pulled her mouth off his cock to let her breathe. “Oh! Fuck! Unh, unh, unh! Oooohhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiit!” she cried out, between panting breaths. “Fuck me, Michael, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeee! Brian! Oh, Brian, he’s got his cock inside me. He’s fucking my pussy, Brian! Oooohhhh!!” Michael turned and said to me, “Shit, man, this is one tight pussy. Do you like watching me fuck your wife’s tight cunt, Brian? Check this out.” With that he reached down and grabbed Andrea’s left leg on the back of her inner thigh just above the knee. He pulled it up, spreading my wife’s legs apart, the one closest to me high in the air, the other one still locked at the knee standing on the floor. From where I was on the couch, this gave me a full on frontal view of Michael’s cock sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt, his ball sack swinging and slapping against her plump pussy and protruding clit. Her blond pubes were trimmed very closely above her cunt, and the mounds of flesh adjacent to her pussy lips were smooth. With each outward thrust of Michael’s cock, her dark pink inner pussy lips pushed out, then back in on the inward thrust. Seeing my wife’s pussy being hammered from this viewpoint was incredibly arousing. Rivulets of her juices were now beginning to run down her inner thigh. She’s always been very wet when about to cum really hard, sometimes squirting a stream of semi-thick clear liquid into the air upon climax. I knew that tonight she was going to be gushing. Rich said, as he resumed pushing his cock deep into my wife’s throat, “Brian, are you watching me fuck your wife’s face? I’m about to blow a huge load of cum into her mouth. Wanna watch me cum all over her pretty face, Brian?” I could only nod. “Good, because I’m going to blow pretty soon. Are you ready, Andrea? Are you ready to take my load in your mouth?” “Mmmm-hmmm, mmmmm-hmmmm” she mumbled her assent. There was a knock at the door. I forgot about Alex! I looked at Rich with what must have been a panicked look on my face. “Open the door, Brian. It’s cool. Like you said, the more the merrier.” I got up and moved to the door, painfully aware at the tent on the front of my trousers. I opened the door, which still successfully blocked the view of my wife being pussy and mouth fucked by two virile young men. No use shocking Alex immediately with such an intense seen. There in the hallway stood the mysterious and sexy Goth chick that had knocked Andrea and me for a loop at midnight on the dance floor. The Big Swing: New Year's Surprise “Hi,” she said totally deadpan, “I’m Alex. So, we meet again, already.” “Ahh, uh..I…” She grinned and said, “What’s the matter, never kissed anyone with a tongue stud before?” Finally gaining a tiny shred of my composure, I said, “No, that’s not it. I mean yes – no!, I mean I’ve never kissed anyone with a tongue stud, but that’s not the problem. Not that there’s a problem, I just meant –“ “Oh shut the fuck up. Do you have beer in there or not?” She put a hand on the center of my chest and shoved me back into the room. I backed out of the doorway and she followed me in. I closed the door behind her watched her as she took in the scene before her. Her rock hard exterior crumbled before my eyes. She stood frozen in her tracks, her mouth hanging open. She slowly turned to look at me, then back at her friends pussy pounding and mouth fucking my wife. “Holy shit,” she muttered. But quickly recovering, she shook her head and looked at me again. “Is that your wife, big fella?” I nodded. “This your idea or hers?” “Not sure,” I said. “Long story. By the way, my name is Brian.” She nodded at me, then slowly took a step forward, now only a few feet from the action. “Well, guys,” she said matter-of-factly, “I guess the party’s already started.” “Hi, Alex,” Rich said. “Hey,” said Michael. “Dear Lord, Brian, your wife is dripping like a water fountain,” Alex said, moving closer to the trio. “She always this wet?” “Yes, when she’s really hot.” “She must be in flames, then. Look at that juicing cunt. And her clit looks like my thumb. Keep her leg up like that Michael. That’s a good visual.” Alex then stepped forward to stand by my wife and faced Michael. She then reached underneath and pressed her fingers against Andrea’s engorged clitoris, rubbing in slow, soft circles. Andrea’s body jolted and she let out a high yelp around Rich’s cock as if touched with a cattle prod. “Damn, she’s wired tighter than a guitar string, boys. What have you been doing to this poor lady?” No one answered the rhetorical question, as it was plainly obvious. Staying next to my wife’s body, Alex then turned toward Rich. “Damn, I wish I could swallow cock like that. You guys will have to teach me how to do that later.” She then looked with admiration down at Andrea’s bobbing head, delicate neck, and long slender torso. Without ceremony, she reached both hands around my wife’s upper torso and yanked her evening gown down to her waist. Andrea’s perky tits jittered free, bouncing daintily as Michael continued to drive his cock deep into her pussy and Rich fucked her face with short quick strokes. Her gown was now just a ring of black fabric around her waist. Alex took a nipple in each hand and pinched and twisted them gently, eliciting a long, wavering whimper from Andrea. “Very nice,” she muttered. Moving once again down Andrea’s body she reached under her and began rubbing her clit again. Andrea’s body shook and quivered. Suddenly Alex pulled her blood-red finger tipped hand back and slapped my wife’s clit. I thought Andrea was going to fly into the air, she jolted so hard. “Fuck, Alex!” Rich yelled, “Warn me before you do that so I can get my cock out of her mouth! Jesus, that fucking HURT!” “Sorry, baby. Better get it out of her mouth now.” Rich jerked his cock out of my wife’s wet mouth and saliva dripped to the floor. Again we heard a resounding wet slap as Alex smacked my wife’s pussy, then followed it up with more vigorous rubbing. “OH! OH! Shit! My God!” Andrea screamed. Alex was really rubbing my wife’s clit hard now, smacking her clit several times in quick succession, then rubbing again. “AaaaaaAAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaaaa,” Andrea cried. Her body was shuddering and shaking like a convulsion. “Will you just look at that juice! Brian, does she squirt when she cums? “A lot of times, yes.” “Michael, out of the way for a second.” “Aww!” he protested. “Just for a second,” Alex said soothingly, “I’ve gotta do this. But stay close, lover, you’ll be back inside her no time.” Pushing Michael back a foot or two, Alex knelt down behind my wife, allowing her to put both feet back on the ground. Andrea clung to Rich’s waist like it was a light pole in a hurricane, her breath rasping in her throat. From behind, Alex reached around and resumed the rubbing and smacking of my wife’s pussy. Andrea involuntarily grasped at Alex’s wrist, but it did little to stop the rough treatment to her sex. With her other hand, Alex slid two fingers deep into my wife’s inflamed red pussy. I watched in complete wonder as this beautiful dark angel rubbed and smacked my wife’s clit while finger fucking her tight cunt hole. She must have immediately found my wife’s G-spot, because Andrea’s legs began shaking and her ass began bouncing and jiggling. “She’s cumming, boys,” Alex announced. “That’s right baby, clamp your pussy around my fingers. Cum for Alex.” “AAAAAA SHIT! Yes, I’m cumming! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” Alex suddenly pulled her fingers out of my wife’s pussy, and what seemed like a cup of clear fluid gushed out after them, onto the carpet. “Oh yeah,” she said, “That’s it baby, squirt for me.” She rammed her fingers back into Andrea’s tight pussy and continued to stir them around roughly, rubbing and smacking my wife’s clit with the other hand. Alex then leaned forward and ran her tongue over Andrea’s pink asshole. Andrea continued to wail and growl. Alex pulled her fingers out, once again releasing a torrent of hot fluid onto the carpet. This time, Alex clamped her mouth over my wife’s pussy opening and sucked those delicious juices into her mouth. “Oh man,” I groaned. “That is so hot, ladies.” “Mmmmm-hmmmm,” Alex moaned. She released her lip lock on my wife’s cunt and continued her vigorous finger fucking, pulling her fingers out yet again to unleash a cup of she-cum. Alex’s face and the front of her shirt were soaked with my wife’s cum juice. She buried her face into my wife’s pussy again and slurped. Andrea reached back and pulled Alex’s face harder into her cunt, crying out, “Lick me, bitch! Suck my cunt. I’m coming so hard on your face. Drink me, slut. AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” Alex licked and sucked until all the juices were lapped up off my wife’s cunt and inner thighs. “Now, Michael. Take it, baby,” Alex said. “Fuck this cunt.” “That’s what I’M talkin’ about,” he said. He again lifted Andrea’s quivering leg up to give us all a direct view of his cock sliding easily into Andrea’s deep wet pussy. He immediately began pounding into her even harder and fast than before. Andrea let out a long growling moan. “It’s coming baby, it’s coming. Get ready for it. AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAARRGGG!!” Suddenly he pulled out and moved around to where Rich was, clutching his glistening cock. “I want it in her mouth. Drink my jism, Andrea.” Rich gladly obliged, taking this opportunity to move behind Andrea and drop his trousers to the floor. As Michael grabbed a fist full of Andrea’s hair, he impaled her mouth with his cock. “Suck it, baby. That’s it swallow my prick.” Rich didn’t bother lifting Andrea’s leg as Michael had done. He simply grasped her hips in both hands, aimed his cock at her inflamed red pussy lips and drove deep inside her. He pumped deep into her with several long, slow strokes. As his cock pulled out, it was glistening with my wife’s cunt juices. We looked at Michael just he shoved his cock deep into Andrea’s mouth and froze there, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He grunted loudly and I saw Andrea’s cheeks balloon out. She gagged a little but hung in there and swallowed deeply several times. Still, cum was leaking out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.. Michael grunted again as Andrea’s cheeks ballooned out again. He must have been shooting a quart into her mouth. Her hands fluttered and she clawed at his shirt, his arms, his thighs. But she continued to swallow as he continued to dump what must have been a monstrous load into her sucking mouth. Alex suddenly stepped to me and pulled my face down to hers. Her tongue found mine and we pressed our mouths together, as I inhaled my wife’s musky scent on her wet face and shirt. She placed a hand on the bulge in my pants and squeezed my aching balls. I moaned into her mouth. “Let’s get you out of these pants, Brian. It’s your party, too.” My pants were off and kicked to the side in a flash. Alex was on her knees in an instant, stroking my shaft and tonguing the end of my cock. “Oh, God, yes!” I said. Michael still had his rapidly deflating cock in my wife’s mouth as she continued to milk every last drop. Alex was working my cock beautifully between her dark red lips, as I alternately watched her suck my cock and Rich fuck my wife’s pussy from behind. Rich pulled his cock all the way out of Andrea’s cunt and placed the head of his cock against her puckered asshole. Andrea jolted, but Rich’s firm grip on her hips prevented her from moving. With a slow but insistent push, I watched as the head of Rich’s long cock slid into my wife’s wet ass hole. He held steady for a minute while Andrea’s asshole relaxed a bit. Then he pushed forward another few inches. With a final, slow thrust, his cock disappeared completely inside my wife’s shit hole. “Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!” Andrea cried out. “Brian, he’s fucking my ass. Oh no!” “Take it darling,” I managed to rasp, “Just relax.” The scene before me was probably the most intensely erotic scenes I’d ever seen. A gorgeous green-eyed demon was devouring my cock while looking passionately up into my eyes. Rich had his cock pumping in and out of my wife’s tight asshole as she reached back and clung to both of his arms as he grasped her hips. She was bent in half, her back arched, and her head tossed back. What was probably most erotic was the ropy strands of thick cum that hung from her chin and lips. They dangled and swung a few inches below her chin as her body rocked to the pounding that Rich was giving her ass. Rich suddenly stopped and pushed Andrea forward toward one of the armchairs in the room. Once there, he turned, still buried to the hilt in Andrea’s ass, and sat down. Strong arms reached forward grabbing my wife’s legs behind her knees and pulling them up. He leaned back and Andrea lay back against his chest. From that position, Rich lifted and dropped my wife’s body in a steady rhythm, sliding her asshole up and down his glistening cock. Andrea was in another world, thrashing her head from side to side, slinging Michaels dripping cum across her face and neck. Struck by inspiration, I threw caution to the wind. I reached down grasping Alex under her armpits and lifted her easily to her feet. “Get naked, Alex. Now.” She grinned at me and her clothes were off in a flash. I looked down to see a sweet looking, cleanly shaven pussy. A glistening silver ring hung from her slightly protruding clit hood. Wow. “Okay. I want you to sit on my wife’s face, Alex.” I said, “I want to see you rub your pussy on her mouth. I want to see my wife fuck your tight little cunt with her tongue, just like you did hers.” With a huge grin and a nod, Alex walked to the chair where Andrea’s asshole was sliding up and down Rich’s shaft. Alex put one knee on the arm of the chair and swung the other one across Andrea’s upper body. She then leaned forward and put her clean shaven pussy over my wife’s face. She then reached down and pulled Andrea’s face up by the back of her neck. “Oh no, oh no, no, nooooo – mmmmmffffmffmfff!” Andrea pleaded, but was cut off by having Alex’s wet cunt cover her mouth. For a second or two, Andrea just froze as Alex slowly ground her pussy into her face. But then her hands came up and cupped Alex’s tight ass cheeks, pulling her harder into her face. Alex threw her head back and gave a deep throaty growl. “Rrrrrrgggggggggg, shit! That’s right baby girl, suck my pussy. Yes, yes, yes, flick your tongue on my clit ring. Tug it with your teeth, Andrea. YES! That’s it! AAARRRRRRGGGGG!!” I watched this lovely spectacle for a few more seconds the, moved to the chair in front of them. I knelt between Rich’s knees and lowered my face into Andrea’s still dripping pussy. Her nectar was sweet and hotter than fire. I felt her pussy walls clench around my tongue each time her ass slid down Rich’s shaft, to his balls. I raised up and moved father between Rich’s spread knees, and slid my throbbing dick into my wife’s flaming pink cunt. “She couldn’t see me because Alex was sitting on her face, but she pulled her mouth from Alex’s pussy and said, “I know THAT cock. Fuck me Brian. Fuck me while Rich ass-fucks me and I lick this slut’s cunt. Fuck me hard!” I rammed my cock up to the balls deep in her pussy. She quaked and shivered and screamed into Alex’s grinding pussy, causing Alex to scream in unison. I began pounding into Andrea’s cunt at the same rhythm Rich was pounding into her tight asshole. Alex was bucking and grinding on Andrea’s face. I watched up close as Andrea pressed a long slender finger into Alex’s brown puckered asshole. Alex’s body shuddered and humped. This was too much for me. My balls pulled up tight and my cock felt like it swelled up another inch. “Ahhh, shit, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming in your tight pussy.” I unloaded. I felt the first spurt and drive deep into her, followed by a second and then third huge convulsing squirt. I normally cum a ton, but all the stimulation of the day had filled my balls with extra jism. Seven and eight cock spasms later, my balls had been emptied. Andrea’s groans began rising in pitch as I felt her cunt clench around my cock like a fist. She was cumming again. I pulled my cock out and looked down. With Rich’s cock still pushing inside my wife’s bowels as she came in another thunderous orgasm, her pussy was contracting and spasming. Rivers of my cum and her pussy juice literally poured out of her cunt opening onto Rich’s swinging nut sack, down on the seat cushion, then off into a puddle on the floor. Alex literally fell off of Andrea’s face and onto the floor where she rolled onto her back, spent and exhausted. Andrea looked at me with wild bleary eyes and said, “Oh my God, Brian, I felt like you stuck a garden hose in my pussy, filling me with hot liquid. I love the way you cum inside me, baby.” A rough hand shoved me rudely to the side. “My turn,” Michael said as he assumed the same position between Rich’s legs as I had. His renewed hard cock aimed at my wife’s still throbbing pussy and with one stroke he was inside her again, his balls slapping wetly at Rich’s cum covered balls. Alex, pushing up off the floor with a weary groan, crawled to the threesome on the chair and cupped both Rich’s and Michael’s balls in her hand. “Give it to her, boys. Fill her cunt and ass with hot cum. That did it for Rich. He cried out and pushed a final time into Andrea’s ass and I watched as his nuts lifted and contracted in Alex’s hand. He was filling my wife’s ass with a huge load of hot cum. “Oh, my God!,” Andrea cried out again. “Oh, Brian, he’s squirting in my ass. Oh shit this is so intense. Fuck me Rich. Fuck me Michael. Fill me up. I want your cum.” Michael threw his head back and grunted. Alex massaged his swinging nut sack as he blew his second load deep into my wife’s cunt. With each final thrust, cum gushed out around the sides of his cock. Her pussy was filled to overflowing with our mingled jism. Michael fell away and rolled onto his side on the floor. Rich lifted Andrea one final time, letting his spent cock slide out of her stretched asshole. Another torrent of cum poured out of my wife’s ass, adding to the river flowing over Rich’s balls, and into the puddle on the floor. My cock sprang back to life at this incredible sight and I was just about to slide forward again to deposit yet another load into my wife’s wonderful pussy. But Alex beat me to it. In an instant, she was on her knees between Rich’s legs, lapping at Andrea’s cum gushing cunt and asshole. Andrea jolted and grasped Alex’s head. “Oh my, Alex, that is so hot. Eat that cum, baby. Suck their cum out of my ass and pussy. Oh, yeeeessssss!” Not wanting to waste my new erection, I moved behind Alex and pushed her knees apart from behind. She immediately arched her back as she reached underneath and between her legs to grasp my stiff cock. With a fluid movement, she guided it, not into her pussy, but into her ass. I pushed forward and buried my cock deep into her tight musky hole as she screamed into my wife’s sopping pussy. Her body tensed with pain and lust. I stayed in that position, my cock deep in her ass, until I felt her body relax and push back against my cock. I slid my cock out about half way and rammed it in again. This time she merely grunted and pushed back to meet my thrust. Rich slid out from behind my wife and stood next to the chair, watching Alex suck the goo from my wife’s holes and me pound Alex’s ass from behind. Michael stood up and took a position on the other side of the chair, also intensely focused on the scene before him. Alex lifted my wife’s knees higher, pressing them to her chest, so that she could plunge her tongue deep into Andrea’s asshole. My wife’s head thrashed back and forth as Alex fucked her ass with her tongue, slurping the cum and juice from her crack. I reached around and under Alex and began slapping and rubbing her clit like she had done to my wife. With each smack, her body jolted and her ass clenched around my cock. It was an amazing trick. I continued to smack her clit and clit-ring. I then grasped the ring and gently tugged and twisted it side to side. She pulled her face from my wife’s snatch and let out a wailing scream as her body spasmed and convulsed in a massive series of orgasms. “Fuuuuuuccccck!!!! Ooooooohhhh! I’m cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiinnggggg!!!! YES! YES!! Fuck meeeeeee!!!” she screamed. “Jesus, Brian,” Rich said, “I’ve never seen her cum like that.” I was pounded as hard as I could into Alex’s ass, driving her body to the floor. However, I stayed inside her and continued to rub and smack her pussy from blow with my hand. With her belly on the floor, I continued to ram my cock deep into her ass. The smacking sound from my hand on her cunt as well as my groin slapping into her ass was reverberating off the walls. Alex was grunting and crying out to the same rhythm as my pounding. Pinned to the floor on her stomach, there was no where for her body to go as I shoved my cock harder and harder into her tight asshole. “AAAARRRGG!!!! Here it comes, baby! I’m going to cum in your tight little ass, Alex. Take my load in your ass!” She could only continue her high undulating wailing. With one final thrust, I felt my balls contract as a huge spurt of sperm shot through my cock and into her bowels. I pushed my cock in and spurted some more. Again and again, jets of cum flowed out of my nuts, through my dick and into her ass. With a final push, I plunged in as far as I could, then collapse on top of her. We lay there, breath heaving in and out of our lungs. For several moments, no one spoke. The room silent except for the music coming from the television and our ragged breathing. Finally, Andrea spoke. “My God, Brian. I thought you were going to kill the poor girl. Alex are you okay?” “I’m fuckin’ great, Andrea. Your husband has quite a cock there. You’re one lucky woman.” “I know, Alex. Believe me, I know.” I rolled off of Alex onto my back next to her. She raised her upper body up on her elbows and looked down into my face. “Wow,” was all she said, no smile. I smiled weakly at her. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips, long and soft. “Oh no,” I heard my wife say. Alex and I broke our kiss and looked over at the others. Both Rich and Michael’s cock were sticking straight out and they were slowing moving in on Andrea again. “I can’t take much more, guys. Point those things somewhere else!”