75 comments/ 380414 views/ 292 favorites New Year's, Risk and Reward By: newbie2008 Somehow I believe when a sexual fantasy is overly planned it takes much of the thrill and excitement out of it, at least I believe that now. The experience my wife and I had last New Year's Eve was anything but planned and the thrill of being only feet away, watching other men have her completely, was more excitement than most humans can handle... When utterly unplanned. Last December, while visiting a friend of my wife's, we found ourselves being invited to a New Year's Eve party at one of the finest hotels in Florida. Kristen and I have never been into the large party scene, usually preferring a small gathering of friends on such an occasion. Not that we don't know how to party, or like to party, we just felt that a crowd of one thousand was no longer a party it was a "Look at me" convention. After a great deal of begging from my wife's friend, Kristen finally told her that we would go. Her friend was very relieved in that she felt obliged to go and would know almost no one there. She couldn't stop thanking us. Days later my wife Kristen began making plans for the big night. Still two weeks away, she began going to the tanning bed, which is something she hadn't done in years because of how bad it is for the skin, but explained that it was the first big party we had ever been to and she wasn't going without a tan. It didn't end there though, she began shopping for the perfect shoes, got online and ordered a new outfit, and later had her finger and toenails professionally manicured. I have to say she became more and more stunning with every day. Even before prepping and dolling herself up for this party she was hot in anyone's book. At thirty-two, she can always turn more heads than most twenty-one year old women, even on a bad day. She was consistently being taken for a woman in her mid-twenties. I think what most men always noticed first were her perfect legs and ass. When I say perfect, I mean when she wore shorts or a bikini they looked airbrushed and flawlessly shaped. Since the day I met her, twelve years ago, she has always been a petite 5'2", 107 lb brunette with lovely green eyes and a smile that lights up a room. I'm thankful every day that she takes so much pride in her appearance, and that she's mine at all. At around 6:00 P.M. the evening of the thirty-first, we both began getting ready for the big night. It goes without saying men get ready light years before women. True to form, I was ready two hours before she was, but stayed in the room working on the computer, chit-chatting with her as she put on her makeup and such. I'm not sure how many men enjoy watching their wives get dressed, but I always loved watching Kristen get dressed or undressed. I especially loved what she was wearing this particular evening. She began with putting on her top which was a long sleeve, thin, tight, black sweater that was actually what she call's a "one piece", being that it was not only a sweater, it was her underwear that snapped at the crotch. She loved wearing that type of top saying that it felt so comfortable, but she also knew that it drove me nuts when she walked around the house with nothing but that on. She then pulled up a zipped-from-the-side, reserved, yet very sexy plaid skirt that came three quarters of the way up her thighs. It very much accentuated her beautiful rear end. Finally, she sat on the side of the bed making a silly face at me as if to suggest that the skirt was cutting into her as she put on her shoes. Now most men probably don't think feet can be all that sexy, but then they haven't seen Kristen's. I couldn't take my eyes off her feet and legs as she put on these very hot four inch heels with a one half inch strap above the ankles and another just above her toes. When she stood up and began turning and looking into the mirror with her hands on her hips, I was floored with how hot she looked. She was so gorgeously tanned and her outfit complimented her body perfectly. After asking me a thousand times for reassurance if she looked okay, and my replying over and over that she looked amazing, we hopped in the car and off we went. After the valet took my keys upon arriving, we began walking toward the door when, within seconds, her friend yelled out, "Kristen." After scanning the ocean of people at the entrance, we spotted her waving her hand wildly. I kept walking, but Kristen and her buddy began doing the woman prance toward one another and hugged as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Being the eternal optimist I figured I could still have a good time and perhaps even recoup most of the $80 we spent per ticket at the free bar, which I began working on immediately. After only thirty minutes or so, and a couple of drinks later, Kristen and her friend got the itch to dance, but I wasn't ready to wade into the ocean of people on the dance floor. I must admit it was large enough for three hundred people, but it looked like seven hundred already had the idea to dance before Kristen. They tugged on me for a minute or so when they finally said, "Fine, I guess we women will have to improvise and dance by ourselves." I grinned and replied, "Yes, yes, you two go ahead, I would just get in the way. Let me have some more fun juice and I'll get out there." Kristen just smiled and playfully wrinkled her nose sticking out her tongue, and off they went. As I turned to the bar and ordered another vodka tonic, I glanced back and did a double take as I marveled at how incredibly sexy she looked walking away from me toward the dance floor. She couldn't help but shake her cute rear-end. It was just that natural sexy way she walked. They stayed out there for two songs and halfway through the second song I began to notice two black guys working their way toward Kristen and Jill; you know the type of guys, the ones who went to the dance floor alone hoping to walk off of it with a hook up. Kristen and her friend Jill just ignored them as they danced facing each other, when the two guys began to split off, with one behind Kristen and the other behind her buddy. Toward the end of the song, the one behind Kristen leaned over and said something to her. She just smiled, rolled her eyes, and turned back toward her friend. As the song ended, he once again leaned over saying something to her and she again smiled saying something and nodding her head in a yes manner. As she walked back toward me, I gave a funny face raising my eyebrows and asked as she walked up, "Do we have an admirer?" She chuckled replying, "Oh, it would seem so wouldn't it?" I laughed and said, "Let me guess. Damn you look good baby. Are you here with anyone?" Her eyes got big in a silly way as she replied, "Oh you're good. You must have a miracle ear sir. But seriously, that is almost exactly what was said. He was very polite though, I didn't have to put my rude on." We stood there for a while longer having another drink and a shot, and I could tell Kristen was beginning to feel a decent buzz. She rarely drinks at all, but it's very obvious when she does. She begins to yammer away and gets fidgety, not being able to stand still for three seconds straight. It's very cute to watch. As we continued to stand there, a blaring dance beat began playing as Kristen and her friend Jill instantly began doing a joking rendition of dirty dancing with each other. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was smoking hot and I noticed several men smile and glue their eyes to it. I've learned not to be the jealous type over the years because if I were, I would be in the seventh circle of hell with how many men stare at my wife on a daily basis. After their little tease, and spiking perhaps a dozen men's testosterone levels, Kristen walked up to me and put her arms around my neck and gave me a very sweet kiss. Afterwards, she said in a cute mischievous way, "Let's do another shot." I was getting that good comfortable buzz, somewhere between perfect and, "If five drinks feel this good five more will feel even better." I smiled at her for a second or two and replied, "Ok, you talked me into it." We all three threw another one back and then ordered a regular mixed drink. Before the thumping loud song ended, they once again begged me to go out and dance, but again I just wasn't ready to wade through that crowd, and dance on the fringe of this enormous packed dance floor. This time they didn't beg nearly as much, they just waited for the next song to begin when Kristen gave me a kiss, a cute smile, and off they went. I continued hanging around the bar small talking with other guys who were probably there solo. After a few minutes I turned to order drinks for the girls so they would have one waiting on them when they got done dancing, and a guy quickly said, "Just get those with mine," and threw down a ten dollar tip. Even though it was a free bar, I thought it was very nice of this fellow because it would save me at least a ten minute wait. I thanked him instantly and after a few seconds realized he and his buddy were the two guys that were trying to dance with Kristen and her friend earlier. They seemed like pretty nice guys as we spoke and joked a bit. After several minutes, he asked, "Is that your wife? I promise you I'm not trying to pick up on her, especially after she told me on the dance floor that she was married." I quickly replied, "Yes, that's my baby Kristen." To my surprise he began saying that he thought he recognized her from the University of Tennessee and that is what he was trying to ask her on the dance floor, but she brushed him off telling him she was married and not interested. He told me he very much respected that and went on to say that he was somewhat embarrassed and should have waited to ask after she was done dancing. He mentioned that she and two other women from a U of T sorority spoke at his fraternity about drug abuse and help for addiction. I was floored because, not only was she an alumnus of the University of Tennessee, she headed a drug abuse prevention group on campus speaking at many of the sororities and fraternities there. He was a very nice respectable and educated guy. I quickly became quite comfortable speaking with him, no longer perceiving him as a threat. We spoke for a while longer when I noticed Kristen and her friend walking toward us. Kristen just tossed a quick look to me as if to say, "What the hell is he doing here?" I simply grinned because I knew she would be shocked. As she walked up she gave what was almost a dirty look to him, when immediately I said, "I'd like to introduce you to Derrick, an alumnus from the University of Tennessee who admired one of your drug intervention speeches at his fraternity." She got a wide-eyed look on her face putting her hands over her mouth and said, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Is that what you were trying to tell me out there?" They both laughed and he replied, "Yes, I'm sure I could have been smarter about it, but in all honesty I didn't realize you were married at the moment, but did want to eventually say hello. That's why I got the courage to come over. You have a wonderful husband." She smiled and gave me a big hug saying, "Yes, this is my sweetie, gosh I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have been so rude if I had known. I spoke at so many events and my memory is awful. I hope you forgive me." "Nothing to forgive, I should have had enough sense to know you were taken. I hope you don't take this the wrong way; we heard very little of your message the night you presented it at our fraternity. Most of us were in love with you and your friends." She laughed and replied, "Well, I think that's a compliment in some odd way, but we tried to get the word out." He began waving his hands saying, "Oh no, please know what you were doing was a great thing, it's just that when it was announced that we had a drug education speech that night, we expected it to be women with pamphlets and Baptist church outfits on." She once again giggled and said, "Well, I hope somewhere during our crusade we saved someone from going down that path." He stuck out his hand and said, "It was the most honorable thing anyone could have done." She shook his hand and said, "I really appreciate that." We all stood there for a while longer talking about everything from what we were all now doing, to the good old U of T days, when out of the blue Derrick began explaining, "Hey this party ends at 1:00 AM, but you all are more than welcome to come up to the 7th floor where we are having an after-hours party. We've rented lots of adjoining rooms and a few more people wouldn't be a crowd at all." I was all for it and Kristen, after a few seconds, also agreed. She wasn't sure at first because her friend said immediately she had to leave with the folks with whom she came. Approximately ten minutes after the strike of 12:00 AM, with balloons and confetti littering the floor, Derrick said, "I'm heading up to the rooms; I really hope you can make it." Kristen said, "We'll be up shortly." She then turned to me and began kissing me wildly, wilder than she would have ordinarily, especially in public, but then again she had at least four shots and four strong mixed drinks dancing around in her happy head. She was very out of character, but having a "drunk's" blast. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't plastered, but she was feeling no pain and enjoying herself immensely. We spent about fifteen minutes saying good-bye to her friend and those she came with before we finally discussed whether we should still go up to the after-hours party. We came to the quick agreement that we would only stay for a half hour or so and made for the front desk. Kristen suggested that we might get lucky and get a room, which we luckily did. At a ridiculous price I might add and only because of a cancellation. We both agreed that a DUI was the worst way to start out the New Year. Before going up, we both grabbed another mixed drink not knowing for certain if they would have drinks or whether it was a situation of bring your own. The elevator ride was one of the sweetest moments we have ever shared. She hugged me the entire ride kissing me and telling me how much she loved me. I could have almost pushed the down button just to ride up again, but in an instant, "Ding," the doors slowly opened on seven. As soon as the doors opened we both began hearing "Boom... Boom Boom Boom Boom... Boom... Boom Boom Boom Boom." He originally told us it was room 749, so we turned left as the arrows on the wall told us. It seemed as though the booming got louder and louder with every step we took. We kept looking at the doors we passed when I finally said, "It must be at the end." We eventually made it to the end of the hall when I finally asked Kristen, "Are you sure you want to go in here?" She only replied, "I'm not sure. It sounds like a frigging dance club." I grabbed her by the hand and said, "What the hell, if it's insane we'll leave." I pounded on the door, and a guy I had never seen before in my life opened it saying, "Oh what's up, come in, you know Derrick?" The music amplified ten times after the door opened. My first thought was how they kept from getting kicked out of this hotel for all the noise. We both said yes, in a shocked state. Instantly Derrick jumped up from the back of the room and jumped over people's legs, pushing people out of the way, and yelled, "I'm glad you came, it won't be so loud soon. Most of the people here are planning on going out to another party." The first thing I asked was, "Have they threatened to kick you out yet?" He laughed and said, "I'm sure they would but I have friends and family on both sides of this room and on top and bottom. We always plan it that way on New Years." I thought two things right off: one, that's the craziest planning I had ever heard; and two, they must be one of the most party addicted band of people on earth. Both ways though, he was right, the music finally lowered and we must have met more cousins, friends, and acquaintances than any one person should have. After fifteen minutes or so, it seriously did thin out just as he said it would. Shortly after the room evacuated we found ourselves with Derrick, three of his friends, and one of their girlfriends. They all said at one point or another that they had better sense than to go out on the town and get into trouble with the others. It took about two minutes before someone went for alcohol in the room. Immediately Derrick asked if we would like a drink and we both said yes. Over the short time we were there socially sipping our drinks, we found ourselves completely empty. So the timing was perfect. Derrick took the paper caps off of some glasses by the bathroom and began pouring Crown Royal straight into the short glasses. As he did Kristen out of the blue looked at the guy closest to this enormous boom box and said, "It's too quiet in here." The guy closest immediately said, "Oh hell yeah, it is, it really is." He fumbled for a second or two when finally he pushed a button on this crazy large box, and BOOM, it took off. Instantly this booming rap music was back. Kristen broke into an incredibly exaggerated sexy walk toward me. As she did, Derrick turned and handed her two drinks, one for her and one for me. They both laughed as she grabbed them and held them high in the air as she walked. It must be said that when she did this even slightly, it brought a lot of attention. They all were making howls and "Oh yeah" comments. As she got close to me she put the drinks on the table, gave a mischievous smile, and said, "Dance with me." In an odd way I found myself very turned on watching all the guys stare at her, and go on and on with their hoops and whoops as she did that little sexy walk. It was utterly amazing, but not sleazy. It could be accurately described as a "shake your ass walk," perhaps what you might see a stripper do as she walked to her dance pole. I kept playing along, but she had no idea how much she was turning me on, in so very many ways. As she handed me my drink, she put hers down and began slowly dancing right in front of me in the sexiest way I have ever seen her move. As a former U of T cheerleader dancing was second nature to her. I hadn't noticed whatsoever, but during my extreme tease moment Derrick had gone into the bathroom and changed into gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. I wasn't sure, but it looked obvious to me that he had no underwear on under those sweatpants. Any man who's ever worn sweatpants without underwear knows that your whole package swings around and damn near makes an outline in the front, leaving no one guessing whether you're wearing underwear. He was completely oblivious to it as if it was the most natural thing ever. He began dancing by himself as he came out of the bathroom looking at what appeared to be a hotel receipt. Derrick was about ten feet from us, when I motioned for him to come over and dance. Keep in mind I'm not a dancer and was barely moving as I held my drink, but Kristen could have done it for a living. I had become so turned on by this time. I really wanted to watch her dance with him. I can't explain it. The arousal I was experiencing was not only from watching my very sexy wife slowly and erotically dance; much of it was from watching her dance like she was in front of these other men -- their eyes were utterly on her every move. After several seconds Derrick grinned, casually gave a "what the hell" look, and began dancing, working his way toward us. The music was some of the loudest booming gangsta rap I had ever heard. As he moved toward us, Kristen had no idea. She just kept looking at me smiling her beautiful smile, slowly dancing in a way she would never dance sober. After a few seconds, Derrick was directly behind her dancing. Still she had no clue he was there. New Year's, Risk and Reward At one moment, she bumped her ass against him, and she popped up like a jack-in-the-box wrapping her arms tightly around me. She laughed as I said, "Derrick had no one to dance with." She looked at me for a split second with a wrinkled forehead and confused look as if to ask, "What are you up to?" I leaned down and said, "Come on, everyone left him and he's dancing by himself." I was already extremely worked up watching her dance in front of me, but something in me really wanted to watch her dance in this erotic way with Derrick. She looked at me for a second almost as if she was waiting for me to say, "Just kidding." I motioned once again and she finally turned and began dancing with Derrick, glancing at me every few seconds still wondering if I was out of my mind. It began with her about four feet from him, but within seconds he moved to within a few inches of her. It was the most sexually arousing thing I had ever watched. At one point Derrick put his hands on her hips as she turned her back to him dancing. She immediately put her hands on his, and slowly pushed them off as she quickly glanced at me with an "Oh shit" look. I just leaned up against the desk and gestured with my expression and with the drink I was holding, "Go on, go on, no big deal." She again wrinkled her forehead and smiled as if to say, "Not what I was expecting, but ok." If I had been behind a two way mirror at this point I would have been jacking off. Half way through the song I noticed a couple of the folks that were in the room take off, leaving only me, my wife, Derrick, and a guy sitting by himself over by the music. I also noticed he was rolling what had to be weed. That made me a bit nervous because Kristen is very anti-drug of any kind. I soon forgot about it giving all my attention back to watching Kristen and Derrick dance. By this time she was actually allowing him to put his hands on her hips as they danced. It was mind blowing watching my wife do a slight grind with him on occasion. It slowly developed into her seriously teasing him and me. She is not dumb by any means. My expression and demeanor must have blared that I approved and loved it. I had no idea how I would ultimately feel seeing Derrick up against my wife's ass, but the more I watched it the more it drove me erotically nuts, especially when I noticed that everything in his sweatpants was becoming unbelievably obvious. What was simply dangling was now about ten percent aroused and clear to see. It would have embarrassed most, but he still acted as if it was completely normal, which for him it might have been. If I had that much luggage down there, I might be the same way. As the second song ended, Derrick in a joking manner bowed and kissed her hand as if they had just danced the waltz. She bowed and we all cracked up laughing. Derrick began walking toward the boom box, as Kristen came to me and planted a huge hug and very sexual kiss on me. After a few seconds of kissing she said she had to use the bathroom. She gave me another peck and walked toward the bathroom. As she got a few feet away, I began following her. I entered behind her and closed the door when she immediately asked, "Baby, I have to pee, what's wrong?" I didn't reply at all. Within a second I pulled her against me by her ass, and we began to kiss in a very rated X way. I then slowly put my hand between her legs and fumbled for a second or two trying to get my finger under the crotch of her one piece sweater. I finally managed to get it under the crotch as it was very tightly pressed against her. As soon as my finger got under the material it slid into her pussy instantly. I couldn't get over how soaked she was. I only fingered her for a few seconds when she said, "Gosh honey, I really have to go." When I removed my middle finger from her, I rubbed it against my thumb and it was as slick as if I had just come inside her. As she undone the snaps at her crotch, she pulled everything up and sat on the toilet asking, "What's gotten into you, buddy?" I didn't reply right away, but finally said, "I don't know. Watching you dance turns me on." She replied, "You mean watching me dance with Derrick. I'm not dumb." I quickly replied, "Yeah, for some reason it does turn me on. How about when we go back out you really turn it up. It's no big deal... We'll be leaving soon anyway and besides, we'll never see these people ever again." Her mouth dropped half way open as I was saying it, with a completely caught off guard look and replied, "There's no way you would say that sober. Are you kidding? Like what?" I said, "Who knows, just really tease him. Rub up against him and let him put his hands on you a little. You'll never see him again the rest of your life." She raised her eyebrows replying, "Yes, but I'll see you in the morning and you'll be saying, 'Oh shit a guy had his hands all over you last night, what the hell were we thinking.' " I kept saying over and over, "No big deal, it's ok, don't worry, we'll never see this guy again, and it's fun." Finally she smiled and pointed her finger at me saying, "You're drunk and this is your idea, but in a few minutes we're leaving." I quickly agreed and left the bathroom. As I exited and shut the door behind me, Derrick said, "I didn't see you guys go into the bathroom, cool, I thought you left." I explained that I was making sure she was feeling ok, telling him everything was ok, and apologizing for not letting him know what we were doing. We small talked for a minute when Kristen suddenly came out. As soon as she did, I said, "DJ, play that shit." He laughed and said, "Oh hell yeah." He reached over, pressed a button, and boom, it began with more thunderous raunchy rap music. Kristen put her hands over her face and smiled as she walked up to me and gave me another kiss. As she did, she began squatting low dancing like I've never seen before. Derrick quickly joined her, and for the first few seconds they only danced as they did before, but it began to develop quickly into her really putting her body against him. After a few more seconds she began grinding her ass against him as he too began putting his hands on her hips and grinding against her. She kept looking at me with a half smile still wondering if I had lost my mind. This went on for a couple more minutes, her facing him and occasionally turning her ass toward him, when suddenly I stood and put my drink down. She instantly left him and danced up to me. I was insane with erotic thoughts watching her ass press up against his cock, separated only by two thin pieces of material. As she danced in front of me, I put my hands under her skirt, and quickly pulled at the bottom of it, scooting it up over her ass. As I did, I quickly grabbed the left side of the one piece garment covering her ass, and pulled it in such a way that it slid between her ass cheeks, when she immediately said, "Um, you're showing everyone my ass." I didn't say a word; I just began squeezing her ass. We kissed for a few seconds as I kept pulling at her ass, when suddenly she pulled away a few inches and just stared at me, absolutely expressionless. She stood completely still saying nothing at all. I took a step closer and once again began squeezing and pulling at her ass. By this time I had her skirt pulled up to her waist. Something in my mind snapped. If given a million years, I could probably never fully explain it; I very slowly reached my right hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy over the material of her outfit. I only rubbed it for a few seconds when I slightly grabbed at the snaps on the crotch of her one piece sweater. As I did she slowly closed her eyes. After a couple of seconds she opened her eyes and continued staring at me with this expressionless look. I just kept my fingers on the snaps wondering if at any moment she might react somehow as the music was still booming. I glanced for a split second and noticed a very intent look on Derrick's face as he stared at her ass. After a few seconds I began to very slowly pull at the snaps, being very cautious. After a few seconds of gradually increased pulling, they unsnapped. His mouth dropped open slightly; as she canted her head slightly. She began to give me a combination look of confusion, nervousness, and wonder. The back half instantly slid half way up her ass and the front half flew up a few inches as well. Derrick was completely motionless but had his hand on his cock over his sweatpants, as he continued staring intently at her ass. As I leaned down to give her a short kiss, I began cautiously raising both sides up over her ass and just above her waist. At this point Derrick didn't know what to think, he just kept staring at her now bare ass holding his cock through his sweatpants. The other guy in the room too was in a trance watching it all unfold. She finally pulled my neck down slowly and asked, "What exactly are you doing?" Before she could finish saying it, I put my hand between her legs and thrust my middle finger as deeply as I could into her warm slippery vagina, as she gasped. She continued to stare at me with her mouth half open and would occasionally wince as I thrust my finger in as far as I could. Derrick still hadn't moved as he watched me finger her. I continued fingering her for at least a minute before I slowly began to pull out a desk chair. After pulling it out, I sat down with her still standing directly in front of me. I then very cautiously but firmly put my left hand on her right thigh to keep her legs straight and began slowly pulling her upper body down to me. When her upper body was completely bent over to me, with her legs completely straight and spread about two feet, she nervously said, "Honey, this is so risky, and wrong." Before she even finished saying it I replied, "It's ok, baby." I paused for a few more seconds and then reached with my right hand between her legs, keeping my left firmly on her right thigh. I slid my middle finger in her pussy once more and began slowly fingering her. I began sliding it in as far as I could get it saying, "It's ok, baby... it will only be fucking, nothing more." She said nothing at all as she remained bent over holding onto my neck. After only a few seconds of fingering her, I removed my finger and motioned in a "come-on" manner to Derrick. He immediately knew what I meant and began walking and pushing his sweatpants down at the same time. I can only imagine what was going through his mind seeing a man he just met motion for him to come fuck his beautiful wife. The sight of Kristen's ass and pussy facing him must have been an incredible sight. I only glimpsed the size of his cock as he pushed down his pants, but that's all it took. As he slid his sweatpants down, his cock didn't fully come out until his pants were just above his knees. It was at the very least eight to nine inches long, but that's not what worried me. I was taken back most by how thick it was. Let's just say there is a reason why I only put one finger inside Kristen. It's because when I do, I can actually feel her vaginal walls snugly around my middle finger, not squeezing tight, but her vaginal canal is very narrow. I have seven inches and am average thickness, yet she makes me feel like King Kong. He stood behind her for a second or two, when Kristen asked, "God, Mike, we really aren't doing this are we?" Right as I began to say, "It's ok." She sharply squeezed my neck and head as she let out an incredibly strained scream, "Oh my God, Mike... OOH my God... Mike, there's, no way... this isn't going to work." I kept holding her securely yet calmly saying, "Its ok, baby... it'll be ok... It's all right... you'll be fine." I had to begin pushing her in the opposite direction of his thrusting rhythm because of how much he was leaning into her. I began to feel her arms tremble as she tightly held my neck and pressed her face against the side of my head. I angled my face slightly downward to look below her shoulders, and the sight was insanely erotic, to an unbelievable degree. It was if time had slowed. In an instant, I began to fully notice how beautiful her legs were, how very sexy her feet were, her red toenail polish, her sexy high heel shoes, his nuts hanging between her legs, the smell of her perfume, his hands squeezing her tiny waist. I mean everything. His view must have been equally intoxicating, watching his thick black cock stretch her small vaginal opening, holding her petite waist and perfect ass as he pulled and thrust the head of his cock a half inch at a time closer and closer to her unprotected uterus. Her strained moaning went on for at least five minutes as she continued tightly squeezing my neck and head. I could tell he was fighting to get every inch of his cock inside her. Occasionally he would take it very slowly as if letting her get used to him. I began looking under her shoulders more and more, because as I said before, it was the most erotically blissful view imaginable. After he was all the way inside her, or what I thought was all the way inside her, I noticed his nuts still not pressing fully up against her ass. Again, I have seven inches and I always find my way to the very back of her vagina, so I figured he had found it with an inch and a half to spare. Her screaming went from a scream to a very loud "MM... MM... MM... Oh... God..." with every thrust. I could tell she was getting more and more used to his size. I continued watching under her shoulders for a couple more minutes as he fucked her, completely convinced that she was finally ok with his size as he smoothly thrust in a very controlled manner. Without warning, he suddenly paused for a second. With his cock in as far as I thought it would go, I watched him grip her waist much tighter than he had before. As he did, I noticed that he very slowly yet forcefully began to pull her waist toward him as he simultaneously thrust. Kristen let out the most strained and labored scream I have ever heard from her. She was squeezing my neck so tightly she just about tore my head off my shoulders. Somehow he managed to stuff his last inch and a half inside her, as I watched his nuts slowly smash between the one inch space between her upper legs at her crotch. After he was, without a doubt, completely inside her, pulling and thrusting with a great force, he would at times hold a very tense thrust as deep as he could for usually about five seconds or so. Every time he did, I watched as his nuts slowly moved in his scrotum and I couldn't believe she was taking his entire length. She continued to squeeze my neck with all her strength as she began to quickly pant with forceful exhalations against the side of my face. I honestly thought she was going to hyperventilate. After another episode of his thrusting and holding himself as deep inside her for a few seconds, he sharply withdrew with what had to only be the head of his cock still inside her, when SLAM. He violently crashed against her with all his might and every inch of his cock. She screamed extremely loudly every time he violently thrust his cock all the way inside her. She took her right hand from my neck and clenched the desk behind me because I could no longer hold her against the force. This went on for a couple of minutes with her continuing to scream with every sharp thrust of his cock when, out of the blue, he began to thrust erratically and moan like he was trying to lift the back of a car -- the look on his face was unreal. Again it looked as if he was trying to lift a car. He withdrew once more to the point that he was surely almost out of her pussy, when SLAM. He thrust his cock with so much force Kristen's knees slightly bent and her heels came off the floor, and they stayed that way. There was a sharp loud smacking sound as his body instantly crashed against her ass. He held his breath and very tightly squeezed her waist as every vein on his body engorged. His entire body was bone crushingly rigid as he shook, holding this thrust as deep as he could inside her pussy. The music on the boom box had ended just a minute before this, so her every scream was intensified a thousand times. Kristen, let out a blood curdling scream damn near tearing my neck off as she squeezed and held the edge of the desk. After she screamed, she too seemed to be holding her breath every few seconds and would forcefully exhale. A few seconds after he held this thrust, she began moaning, "Oh, God, no... no... no... not in me." I knew it was the instant she felt the first jet of his seed splash against her cervix. I watched under her shoulders staring between her legs as he held this bone crushing thrust, when suddenly she took her hand from my neck and pressed it against her stomach as if trying to relieve the pressure of his cock filling her. Again time seemed to slow. In an instant I noticed everything. I watched as she pressed her beautiful hand into her stomach, I noticed her wedding rings inches from his large black nuts, I glanced as his nuts slowly churned in his scrotum, I watched as her legs trembled with her heels barely off the ground, I listened to every one of her forceful exhalations knowing that with every exhale hundreds of millions of his sperm were shooting directly against her cervix and swimming their way into her fertile uterus. You would be surprised how much "in denial" one is during something like this, especially when it is the absolute first experience. It is so intensely surreal; everything is absorbed with somewhat of a delayed reaction. For me, reality didn't fully hit until I witnessed a slight semen smear at Kristen's pussy turn into a small drip, which began to grow into a glob, which finally stretched and dropped to the carpet. Over the course of two minutes or so, I watched this happen several times. Even after Derrick was completely finished inseminating her, he kept squeezing her hips and holding his cock as far as he could get it in her pussy. Kristen toward the end began kissing me very wildly. When she moaned or exhaled in ecstasy it drove me up the wall with intense erotic feelings. I grabbed the back of her head and we kissed like animals. We kissed like this for about thirty seconds with me taking her hand and putting it on my diamond hard cock, when suddenly she stopped and stared at me smiling. After a few seconds she said jokingly, "Ok... it's New Years... I'm holding tightly onto my husband... another man's penis is in my vagina... he just ejaculated inside me... Um... is this supposed to be... Happy New Year?" I kind of chuckled replying, "Happy New Year... Yep things might have gotten a little out of hand, but I can't tell you how much it rocked my world." She gave me a quick peck and turned her head around to Derrick saying, "I'll be willing to bet that when you heard my drug speech five years ago, you didn't realize we'd someday fuck." He politely replied, "Who would have ever thought this would happen, but that's not to say I didn't think about it." Kristen began to rise up, and as she did his cock dropped out of her. I instantly noticed a couple of large globs of semen drop to the carpet from her pussy. She immediately began holding her hips and slowly raising her feet off the floor as if she was cramped up. As she did, semen began smearing between her thighs. It was once again one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, watching as her inner thighs pulled apart while thin sticky streams of semen stuck between them. If I had even touched my cock at this point I would have exploded. For some reason Derrick immediately said he had to go move his car and took off. We barely got to say good bye to him. Kristen sat on the bed with her drink she hadn't finished before with a look of, "What the hell just happened?" asking me, "Are we leaving now?" New Year's, Risk and Reward I quickly said, "Yes, but I have to use the bathroom." She jumped up and began snapping the buttons at her crotch asking, "Are we insane? We love each other too much to be doing this stupid shit. What the hell are we thinking?" I stepped over to her giving a big hug and putting my right hand between her legs saying, "It's not a big deal, I still love you more than you know. Seriously, it's nothing. I loved it, and sometimes couples experiment." The turn on of sliding two of my fingers inside her, feeling her flooded pussy, was overpowering. I was determined to go into the bathroom and jack off to relieve the unbelievable amount of semen I had built up. I wanted it to appear that I was still in control and trying my best to downplay it as if it was nothing. I wanted to fuck her so badly I could taste it, but kept to my "no big deal" stance. I've had a vasectomy and may not have a single sperm shooting, but my semen level was about to explode. I finally made it to the bathroom and with almost every stroke I just about came. I stayed in the bathroom for about three minutes before I finally decided to save it for when we got to our room. I got my pants pulled up and zipped and exited the bathroom. As I did, I immediately stopped in my tracks and stepped back into the bathroom with the light off, because I noticed Kristen and the other man speaking face to face. I couldn't believe Kristen had her drink in her hand, because she was already quite drunk. I was equally shocked that she was casually speaking to a guy who just watched her get her brains fucked out by his friend. I stood there for a few seconds and got the fucked up idea that since this bathroom connected to the bedroom, I would slip in around to the bedroom door, six feet from where she was standing. It was cracked about a foot. I figured I could stay in the shadows and not be seen. It was absolutely killing me wondering what they were talking about. As I sneaked through the bedroom of the suite I thought for a split second, I am absolutely out of my fucking mind. I've lost it. When I arrived at the crack in the door, I was floored with how I could hear absolutely everything they were saying. Kristen was facing me directly and the guy had his back to me leaning on an island in the kitchen of the suite. I must have gotten in on the tail end of what they were talking about, because the first audible thing I made out was Kristen saying, "I know he loves me and other people do this, but I had no idea he wanted to watch me fuck another guy." Within a few seconds I ascertained that they were discussing the rights and wrongs of what just happened. He replied several times telling her that a lot of couples do it like this. He went on to say that husbands love it and wives start to like it too. Kristen kept glancing back at the bathroom door that I shut, locked, and with the light off, asking "How do you know? How do you know husbands love it?" He replied, "I used to be married and my wife and me regularly done this. Hell, we got divorced because of a dog that couldn't learn to go outside. The best part of our marriage was spice like this. Trust me, your husband loved it." Just as I was about to turn and bolt back to the bathroom, I saw him grab her by the hand and say, "You believe me, right?" She kept glancing back at the bathroom, but finally said, "I guess... nothing else makes sense." As soon as she did, he stood up and pulled at her, and she immediately said, "He's right in that bathroom, you goof." This guy replied, "I'll bet he's fine, just using the bathroom, probably not feeling too good with all he drank." Kristen had a shocked smile on her face telling him, "No fucking way." As she kept glancing over her shoulder at the bathroom pulling away from him, I noticed he put his right hand between her legs. She kept looking at him wide-eyed and serious, glancing back and forth at the bathroom door, when in an instant she winced and forcefully gasped. I knew he just unsnapped the crotch of her outfit and stuck his finger in her pussy. After only a couple seconds of it, she said, "Ok, stop... This is nuts... No more... I have to find my husband." In the middle of her speaking he replied, "I didn't tell you, he left." For a quick second I was confused, but just as quickly I knew what he was doing. I'm sure he thought I had passed out in the bathroom, because I had been "in there" for close to ten minutes at this point. Kristen immediately said, "No way, he'd never leave me here." She pushed him away and walked to the bathroom, and pushed the door wide open. I had locked it, but didn't shut it completely. I was in a crisis wondering what the hell to do. This was in no way planned whatsoever. Kristen came back to the kitchen and said, "He must have gone to our room." I have no idea what this guy's name was, but he quickly said, "I told you, he's gone, stay here, relax. He might come back." She replied, "Oh my God, he's probably going to divorce me over tonight. This was a big fucking mistake." This guy walked to her and said, "Hear me. He wanted you to do what you did, and he loved it. He could have stopped it any time, or you could have stopped it any time. It's normal. Stop trying to make it a bad thing. If you guys have a room, he's probably passed out." Once again he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, as she said, "No, I really need to find him. I think he probably did go to our room." Once again I watched as he reached his hand under her skirt as she just stood there wide eyes glancing at the door saying, "No, what if he comes through the door damn it?" He pulled her into him, leaned down, and began kissing her. I was in shock that she began kissing him, but was so out of my mind with hormones and voyeuristic ecstasy, I didn't care. I began unzipping my pants, still not caring if any one of the people who were staying in this room suddenly decided to come back. They kissed for about a minute as I watched his right shoulder move in rhythm as he fingered her pussy. My cock was draining an enormous amount of pre-come. Every time I touched my cock I just about came. This guy finally stopped kissing her and pulled her right toward the room I was in, standing behind the door. I thought this was it. There was about to be the most embarrassing, odd, fucked up, awkward, moment of my life. I just about came to terms with it and was ready to expose myself when they walked right past the door and to the foot of the bed. Thank God he didn't go for the light and only swung the door open a couple of feet. If he had opened the door three more inches, it would have hit my feet. Kristen reluctantly kept saying, "I can't do this... I need to find my husband... This is so wrong... If I got pregnant doing this I'd friggin shoot myself." He said, "If you're taking birth control, there's no chance." She immediately replied, "Damn it, my husband has two children from another marriage and got a vasectomy afterwards. I'm not taking anything." He grabbed her and began kissing her again when after a few seconds he said, "I can control myself. I won't come in you. Besides baby, Derrick already has cum in you, mine isn't gonna make a difference." She pushed him away and walked to the door of the front room to look at the main door as if to check once more, coming within two feet of me as she walked past. As she turned and walked back toward the bed she said, "Oh my God I'll regret this... This is insane... This is absolutely insane... What the fuck am I doing?" The guy began taking off his pants as she walked back to the bed. I instantly noticed that he too was hung and incredibly thick. Unlike Derrick, he was also uncircumcised. But the most daunting thing was how petite she was and how enormous he was in contrast. He was as least 6'4" and close to 240 lbs, while as I stated before, Kristen is only 5'2" and 107 lbs. She just stood at the end of the bed with her fingers over her mouth maintaining a very worried look, staring at the bedroom door. The guy continued to get undressed taking off his shirt and socks too. In less than a minute he was completely naked. He walked to Kristen and said, "Relax, I'll help you find him. Seriously, he's asleep in your all's room. I'll help you find him, really." She glanced back at the door once more, when instantly she feverishly began unzipping the side of her skirt. As she hurriedly scooted it down past her hips and stepped out of it, she said, "I don't care if Derrick came in me, don't you come inside me." He immediately replied, "No way... Not possible... I won't" She grabbed at the bottom of her one piece sweater and tore it up over her head, making sure to turn the sleeves right side in when she did. The last thing she did was reach behind her back and take off her bra. She fought with it for a second but eventually let it roll down her arms as she carefully threw it on her sweater. At this very moment she was only wearing her shoes. I was not even in my right state of mind as I stood there motionless, watching. I couldn't believe how damn good she looked at this very moment and how much I wanted to fuck her. I was in a temporary moment of erotic insanity. As soon as her bra hit the floor, he carefully pulled her to him as she once again very sternly told him, "Not in me." He instantly replied, "Not a chance." She turned her back to the foot of the bed, slowly sat on the edge, and leaned back on her elbows while spreading her legs. Simultaneously, he was going down with her as he put his left hand down beside her and positioned his cock with his right hand. There was no foreplay whatsoever; this was going to be immediate fucking. I was anxiously waiting for her to scream like she did only a half hour before, but as I watched the head of his cock slowly push against her cum soaked pussy lips, she didn't make a sound. She reached down and helped guide his cock inside her, and as he leaned in with all 6'4", 240 lbs of himself, the only sound I heard was her softly gasping, "Oh my God..." I was only twelve feet from them as I stood behind the door. I witnessed his cock shove approximately three inches inside her already cum flooded pussy, when he began slowly thrusting his cock and moving his ass in an animalistic way. Within a minute he was inside her all but about two inches. Again, I knew that he must have hit the end of her vaginal canal just like I had witnessed when Derrick fucked her. Like Derrick he too began fucking her with all but the last two inches of his cock, when after about two minutes of being gentle, he slowly shoved it in up to his nuts. As he shoved, it looked as if he had entered a part of her vaginal canal that had never seen a cock before. Her vagina sunk in slightly and eventually popped around the remaining two inches of his cock, almost as if his cock pushed into and finally broke through depths of her vagina completely unknown except to him and Derrick. Until this night I thought when my cock was bumped the back of her vaginal canal that was it. I was absolutely floored that all she did was push her hands against his thighs slightly and yelp in a quick and labored utterance, "Oh fuck." It drove me nuts that not only was she taking his entire cock, she wasn't screaming at all, only gasping and moaning with his thrusts... and I've only heard her say fuck twice in fourteen years. He began pounding against her violently. It was intoxicating watching his nuts hit her beautiful ass over and over, seeing her amazing legs jolt in the air with every thrust. He was so huge; his right hand held the entire left side of her petite ass. As I watched him back thrust, it absolutely drove me up the wall seeing how her pussy stretched around his cock. With every back thrust her vagina clung to his cock and sharply plunged inwards with his forward thrust. She kept saying in the most strained voice, over and over, "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God..." when after a few minutes, the frequency of her saying it increased as did the volume. It went on for about five minutes like that. In an instant, I noticed her head snap back facing the headboard as she arched her back and grabbed the sides of his ass. She dug her heels against the edge of the bed pulling him as deep as she could get him while pulling at his ass. The muscles in her legs began to quiver as she strained. He eventually shoved in all the way and lifted her ass completely off the mattress. He stayed motionless, as she went completely rigid. For at least five seconds she remained in this convulsively rigid state, when I heard the most unbelievably vocal, "OOOOHHHH MMMYYYY GGGOOODDD...!" I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock buried in her pussy as he held her ass off the bed. I was in complete denial as I watched a watery, cloudy white liquid pulse from her vagina. The space between her pussy and her ass was convulsing in a rhythmic contraction. With every pulse a watery stream sharply pulsed out of her pussy around his cock and down her ass to the sheets. Within a few seconds or so of her orgasm, he withdrew his cock halfway and watched her pussy squirt. He began saying all sorts of things like, "OH DAMN... OH DAMN... Oh SHIT... Oh hell yeah, baby. You gettin' fucked with a real man's cock now, baby... That's my pussy now, baby... Your man can't fuck you like me can he, baby? Can he, baby?" He repeated it several times until she moaned in a strained voice, "No." He continued on and on, "You like my big cock don't ya, baby? Tell me? C'mon, baby, tell me." He wouldn't stop until she said something. I didn't think she would do it, but finally she began straining and repeating, "I love your cock. Oh God I really love your cock." It didn't even seem real. Kristen was midway through her orgasm, unlike any she had ever experienced in her life, when he suddenly thrust with all his strength, strongly flexing his ass. He buried his cock as deeply as he possibly could inside her during the remainder of her orgasm. I watched them hold each other in this almost animalistic breeding embrace, pulling at one another's ass, moving their hips slowly in perfect rhythmic unison. This went on for what seemed like an eternity but in actuality was probably more like five minutes. After perhaps this fifth minute he began saying, "Oh fuck it's close... Oh fuck it's close... I'm gonna cum, baby... I'm gonna cum, baby... " Kristen didn't utter a word; she remained in a state of semirigid ecstasy. After he repeated it perhaps fifteen times, he slowly pulled Kristen's ass to the very edge of the bed with his cock still half way inside her when, in an instant... He grabbed both sides of her ass and lifted as he slammed and drove the head of his cock at least nine inches deep into her fertile vagina. He arched his back looking straight at the ceiling, flexing every muscle in his body, as he began letting out a thunderous roar. Only her head and shoulders were still on the bed. It was surreal as I watched her beautiful legs just dangle at his sides as she clenched just above his wrists digging her fingernails into his skin. He just kept on and on bellowing this possessed sounding deep roar. After perhaps fifteen seconds or so, I began seeing cum hanging off his nuts as it dangled and dropped to the carpet. Just when I thought it would end soon, Kristen began softly moaning which built into wildly saying, "YYYeesss... Oh God yes... Don't.... AHHH GGGOOODDD DON'T STOP... OH FFFFUCK." About fifteen seconds into her doing this, she put her heels against his ass and went completely silent and bone crushingly rigid. Just a couple of seconds into her tense rigid silence, I began seeing the same familiar watery liquid as in her first orgasm dripping from his nuts and running down the inside of his legs. I could tell he was nearly spent, but he continued firmly holding his entire length inside her, continuing to hold her ass off the bed, occasionally giving a convulsive jerk of his body. He kept gasping, "Oh yea, baby... Squeeze my cock... Squeeze my cock... Oh yea keep squeezing my cock." I knew her vagina must have been pulsating and contracting around his cock as she orgasmed. I couldn't even imagine what mind blowing ecstasy that must have felt like. Kristen remained in her second orgasm for at least two minutes with her heels firmly pulling at his ass as she thrust her hips in a violent jerking convulsion at times. I swear it was almost as if she lost all control and was desperately trying to insure her chances of becoming fertilized. From after the first five minutes of them fucking, it completely ceased being fucking and became more like a quest for her to become pregnant. I was utterly out of my mind with a myriad of emotions. Without warning, she finally relaxed almost going limp letting her legs just fall to his sides. He began very gently lowering her ass down onto the bed. As he was lowering her, he let his cock slowly slide and fall out of her. It was like a plug was removed from her as I watched clumps of thick chunky semen leak from her gaping pussy, between her ass cheeks, and down to the sheets. She was literally greased from one side of her ass to the other and her crotch and pussy were a mess with a cocktail of smeared and leaking seed from both him and Derrick. Between the massive amounts of seed leaking from her and the orgasmic liquid squirts, the edge of the mattress and the carpet just below it looked like a gang bang might have taken place. The sheet was so wet I could actually see the pattern of the mattress through the sheet. She continued lying there for about a minute with her legs spread holding her arms over her face as he walked away and back into the kitchen. As he walked past the door I was behind, I noticed his cock was greased completely, and his pubic hair and nuts were smeared with cum. She didn't say anything at first as she lay there, but finally rose to her elbows and said, "What the fuck did I just do? He's too good for someone like me... I must be fucking insane... I have to go." She rose up and reached for her sweater. She hurriedly, almost in a panic, began putting it over her head, stretching it down to her crotch, slightly spreading her legs, and snapping it. She then quickly leaned down, picked up her skirt and walked within two feet of me as she too went into the kitchen where he had been for a few minutes. As soon as she walked right past the door I was behind, I bolted back through the bathroom I began this experience in, and very gingerly walked through it and very carefully opened the front door and closed it not even shutting it fully. I very briskly walked down the hallway and waited in a stairwell at the end of the hall, making sure she would eventually come out. After only a few minutes, I heard a door close. Barely peeking around the corner of the wall, I saw that it was Kristen making for the elevator. I flew down the stairwell and sprinted to our room, barely finding it in time after first going in the wrong direction down the hallway. I quickly darted into the room and undressed down to by boxers and walked into the bathroom. I must not have been in the bathroom for more than ten seconds when I heard her fumble with the door's card swipe. I watched as she very slowly opened it and very cautiously walked in a few steps. After she was in the room and the door was shut I walked out of the bathroom rubbing my eyes. She jumped putting her hand over her chest saying, "You just scared the hell out of me." I immediately walked over to her saying nothing at all as I pulled her to me. She immediately began saying, "Do you realize you abandoned me up there? Do you?" I continued my silence, leaned down, and began kissing her neck. As I did, I went to reach my hand between her crotch and she instantly grabbed my hand saying, "Mike, hasn't there been enough excitement for one night?" New Year's, Risk and Reward As she squeezed my hand, I pulled it out of the way with my left hand, and within a half second reached between her legs and ripped open the snaps at her crotch. As I did she quickly jumped, and said, "Mike, please don't do this now." I instantly slid my entire hand between her legs rubbing all over her entire crotch and inner thighs. As I rubbed and smeared semen all over her crotch and thighs, I would at times effortlessly slide my two middle fingers into her drenched, slippery pussy. I kept smearing the semen all over her thighs, her ass, and the lower part of her stomach, effortlessly slipping two sometimes three fingers inside her. The smell of semen was overpowering. I quickly tore my boxers halfway down with my left hand as I backed her toward the desk in our room. As soon as I backed her into it, I lifted her up onto the desk with my hands barely able to hold her slick ass and glanced down between her spread legs for a split second. I immediately noticed that her pussy was still slightly gaped open, with a few strands of his pubic hair randomly stuck to her inner thighs and crotch. She was absolutely glistening with a strong intoxicating aroma of sex and semen. It looked as though I took baby oil and spread it from half way up both her thighs all the way to her belly button and around her. There wasn't any where between this space I hadn't erotically smeared semen as I fingered her. I had semen all over my hand and at least five inches above my wrist. During this time, I kept wondering how she would react to my seven inch average cock after being fucked and inseminated by two large, thick, black cocks, but was so out of my mind with erotic hormonal surges, I didn't care. In a matter of seconds I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and slammed all the way inside her, I mean completely in one smacking thrust. It was absolutely breathtaking. It was like fucking another woman's pussy. As I thrust, I was so turned on with how slick and loose she was. Within seconds, my pubic hair and nuts were soaked with semen. I pounded her for only a few more seconds with her only slightly panting, when I still can't believe I said, "How did it feel when his big black cock made you cum?" I will never in a million years forget the look that came onto her face. Her mouth slightly opened, and she just stared at me that way for a few seconds. As I very slowly thrust into her to keep from shooting my load, she said, "You know I didn't have an orgasm, you saw me have sex with Derrick. There was no orgasm at all. I didn't even enjoy it. I just did it for you." I replied, "No, not then, I'm talking about when you fucked the other guy in the bedroom, you know, when he lifted your ass off the bed and came in you as you orgasmed." She stared at me in pure horror saying, "Oh God no, Mike... Oh please no... Please God tell me it's not true... Please tell me you were not still in that room..." I kept slowly thrusting into her saying, "Its ok... It's fine... I saw it all, but its ok, I loved it... I've never been so turned on watching you squirt juice from your pussy like that." As I said it, I also knew that no matter how she and I fucked; I had never created such a moment. Her mouth dropped opened slightly as if she had seen a ghost as her eyes began to water and she said, "Mike... No... No... I'm so sorry, Mike... I love you so much... I'm so sorry... Oh my God please tell me this isn't happening..." As I continued very slowly and cautiously thrusting to keep from shooting my load, I said, "I want you to call up to 749 and have him come down here. I want to watch you fuck him some more." She immediately said, "No, Mike... No... let's just forget this night ever happened." I should have probably never used this angle, but the fact that I was still half drunk, and out of my mind with sexual emotions and surging hormones, made me say, "You'll fuck him thinking I'm not there, but won't fuck him in front of me?" She didn't say a word for several seconds, only leaning up and hugging me tightly when she said, "I love you so much, Mike..." She then gave me a slight grin and wiped her eyes saying, "Men are so different from women... So very different. Are you positive? You really do want this. You swear on your life you honestly want this?" I leaned and kissed her saying, "You have no idea how much." She then said, "Let me down. I can't believe we are still doing this." She suggestively pushed against me and slid off the desk. She walked over to one of the beds, put her hand on the phone receiver, and asked once more, "You're absolutely sure?" Again I said, "I promise you I love it. Yes." She then plucked up the receiver and pushed 749, as she tilted her head and stared at the wall waiting for someone to pick up. After a few seconds, I heard her say, "JT? This is Kristen... Okay stop... listen to me for a second." She then began staring at me as she said, "My husband wants to watch us fuck." I then quickly whispered saying, "Tell him you do too." She then rolled her eyes at me and said, "I want us to fuck too. Yes, I want us to fuck in front of my husband... No; I want to fuck in my room while Mike watches." I kept giving a "thumbs up" as she spoke. She continued, "No seriously... He already knows we fucked and he's very into wanting to watch... No, don't worry about that... Seriously, forget the damn condom, you've already come in me, and he knows... Yes... mhum ... I'm telling you it's ok, he said it was a huge turn on... When... Okay... all right... Okay... Bye." She then hung up the phone and took a quick deep breath as she continued looking at me with a worried look. I asked when he'd be there and she told me in a few minutes. She stood from the bed, and I began helping her skirt off of her and raised her sweater over her head as she pulled her arms out. She fucked him several times between around 4:00 AM and noon. We slept for brief moments, but always woke to him either spreading her legs and inserting his cock with her on her back, or pulling her on top of him and sliding his cock inside her on top. I can't tell you how insanely erotic it was watching his cock pulse and jolt as he shot his seed nine inches deep inside her pussy when she was on top, then having her slide off of him only two feet away and immediately onto my cock, with his semen dripping and falling out of her. The whole experience became more intense the messier and more loose she became. Occasionally I would pull her forward off my cock and she would slowly thrust her hips sliding her crotch back and fourth smearing cum between us. It got to the point that as she lay down directly on me, all I had to do was push down on her upper thighs and her whole body would slide down me as my cock effortlessly slid back into her stretched and sloppy pussy. She had greased semen from her breasts to her mid-thighs and it was all over me too from my chest to my thighs. It's indescribable how strong the aroma of semen was as we did this. I wouldn't have been surprised if someone had said they smelled it while standing outside the door of our room. Around 11:45 AM, after stepping out of the shower, I noticed he had just finished inseminating her for what turned out to be the last time. She laid lifelessly on her back, with her eyes closed, his pubic hair sticking to her shiny inner thighs and pussy, her legs spread completely as semen slowly leaked from her slightly gaping pussy. As he and I small talked, with my continuing to dry off and his getting dressed, Kristen finally rose to her elbows saying, "I don't care who says what or how much they beg, that's it... no more." He chuckled and said, "I promise, no more, no more." I too chuckled and agreed. We all small talked for a few more minutes more before he said, "This has been the all time craziest time of my life. I'll never forget it as long as I live. You are both the coolest couple there is." Kristen then gave me a jokingly sarcastic look saying, "Oh I bet there's another guy in this room who'll never forget it. Me, I just want to go home and pretend none of this ever happened." As much as I wanted to see it, she never came once after he made it down to our room. I'm sure it was because it was very different with me lying within two feet of her as he fucked her brains out. Very soon after he took off, Kristen jumped into the shower and within a half hour we were back home. She and I fucked at least four more times after we made it back home over the course of the day, but after the last time, she flat out refused to fuck another time. She began to really feel the soreness set in. I have to say, her vagina was so very sore and sensitive for days after. I don't think it fully ever went back to the way I once knew it. I figure some of it was probably my imagination, but it was as if it took days for her to become almost as tight as she once was, and days more before she and I could have sex without her wincing in pain. We never saw anyone from the hotel again. Kristen and I, several days later, bought a pregnancy test, but she couldn't even look at the results, making me hold it as she handed it to me. Her hands were trembling with fear as she did. It seemed like it took an eternity, waiting at least five minutes for the results to clearly show. After those very intense minutes, the test finally showed negative. I would have loved to have seen the look on both our faces at that very moment. She just sank to the floor and sat there with a look of elation and relief, finally putting her face in her hands saying over and over, "Thank you, God." I think it can be said that this was the most reckless, stupid, and un-thought out thing we had ever done, or ever will do again. However, one positive thing did come out of this experience for both of us. Our sex lives have never been more intense. We never knew it could be so very good. I know it's because, inevitably, in both our minds... We revisit that night.