0 comments/ 55590 views/ 3 favorites A Happy New Year By: accacouple A few years ago my wife Anne and I were invited to a New Years party at some friends. They had a lovely large modern house, set back from the road with its own driveway leading up to the house. In order to allow people to enjoy themselves and be able to drink most guests were being put up for the night in one of the many guest bedrooms the house possessed. Anne and I had both known Matt and Diana since university. Matt had made a successful career in the city, and had made his fortune there. We were some of the few friends from university that they Matt and Diana were still in regular contact with, and as such we were conscious that we wouldn't really know anyone at the party or fit in. Anne and I had agreed that if we weren't enjoying ourselves Anne would fake a migraine and that we would retreat home in a taxi. As it turns out, we needn't have worried, for as you will see that night we had a particularly good time. When we arrived at the house, Anne rang the doorbell. We were soon let in by Diana who welcomed us in to the house. She showed us into their large lounge and made sure that we both had a glass of champagne in our hands. She introduced us to a few of their city friends and made sure that Matt knew that we had arrived. The party was already in full swing and some of the guests had already started dancing to old 90s classics. Initially Anne and I sat down on one of the sofas sipping at our champagne, watching the more established guests enjoy themselves. After ten minutes or so Matt walked over to us with a friend of his, whom he introduced to us. His name was William, and unlike most of the guests was not from the city. William was very good looking, taller than me with piercing blue eyes and an athletic, muscular build. William worked in the same line of business as me, and sat down beside me. Matt took his leave, but William and I carried on talking about the IT industry for a while. Anne, who was getting bored quickly finished her champagne. Noticing this I offered to go and get every one refills. I got up and headed to the kitchen. When I returned to the kitchen, I came back to find that Anne had moved up towards William. They were happily chatting away comparing anecdotes about Matt and Diana. Anne realised that we had seen William at their wedding, but hadn't actually got around to chatting with him. I sat on the other side of Anne and handed out the freshly filled glasses. A little while later, the music changed to slow dances. Before I had my to suggest to Anne to the dance area, William had already taken her by the hand and lead her to the dance area. It wasn't long before the dance was getting quite intimate. I could see that William had his crotch firmly pressed into Anne, and one hand holding one of her well formed bottom cheeks. Watching this I felt a mixture of emotions. I was a little jealous, but very turned on to watch my sexy wife act like this with another man in public. I was rapidly becoming very hard and a bulge was appearing in my trousers which I tried to conceal with a strategically placed cushion. I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself another drink. I bumped into Diana there. 'Anne and William seem to be enjoying themselves' she said with a cheeky wicked grin. 'You'll have to be careful', she continued, 'his room is next to yours upstairs, you know the one that communicates with your usual room when you stay'. When I got back to the lounge Anne was sat back down on the sofa with William, their arms linked together. Anne whispered into my ear, 'William got very hard while dancing with me, I am very turned on'. 'That makes two of us' I replied, 'would you like to fuck him?' I continued. Anne didn't reply, but she nodded a cautious 'Yes' with her head while placing her hand on my crotch, verifying that she had understood me correctly. I replied to this with by whispering back 'Why don't you ask him up to our room?' Anne whispered into William's ear whilst placing her hand in his lap. The smile on Williams face revealed that he was keen to take Anne up on her invitation. Anne grabbed William by the hand and led him towards the hall way, saying to me as she passed 'follow us Chris'. In the hall way, William pushed Anne up against the wall and started to kiss her on the lips enthusiastically whilst exploring her body, his hands slipping up beneath hers skirt. Anne placed her hand on Williams crotch, verifying the effect that she was having on him. His enthusiasm confirmed, Anne broke away, taking William by the hand again and leading him towards the stairs. As she passed me she gave my now throbbing erecting a firm squeeze through my trousers. On entering our room, Anne led William towards the bed. I closed the door, and pulled an armchair up close to the bed and sat down on it to watch the action that was continuing to unfold in front of me. William began kissing Anne as he began to undress her. He relieved her of her top and skirt such that she was left standing in her matching bra and knickers, wearing hold-up stockings and her stiletto knee high leather boots. Anne released William's rigid manhood from his trousers, giving it a few hard strokes before flicking the tip of it with her tongue. She then took his entire cock into her warm wet mouth, sucking on it enthusiastically. She then continued to undress William, and pushed him back onto the bed. She then straddled him, grinding her knicker clad pussy onto his manhood. Wiliam was clearly enjoying this. He expertly removed Anne's bra and began sucking on her nipples as she continued to grind into him. William then began to ease Anne's knickers off, working them down over her boots. He was delighted to find a beautifully shaved., bare pussy. This was too much for him and he flicked Anne over and entered her pussy roughly with his cock, tacking her very hard and fast. Within minutes they were both coming hard. The spectacle was having a strong effect on me, and I had released my own cock, rubbing it as I watched Anne and William fuck. William pulled out of Anne and lay back on his back. Anne who hadn't had enough beckoned me over and told me to finish removing my clothes. She then ordered me to enter hew cum drenched pussy which I slipped into effortlessly. The site of Anne and I fucking, was helping William regain his erection and it wasn't long before he grabbed Anne's hand to wrap around his cock. Anne began to tug at it, and then stopped saying that she had a better idea. Anne got me to lie down, and she engulfed my cock into her slipper pussy. She then began to lie back against me, parting her legs. She then asked William to enter his cock along side mine. Delicately, William managed to ease himself in, sliding alongside my cock. As Anne became more accustomed to the two cocks in her pussy, William was able to get more and more enthusiastic, working Anne hard, whilst sliding along my length. William and I were soon coming inside of Anne, filling her up with all our cum. After this William went down on Anne, rapidly making her come with his tongue as I sucked on her breasts. That night we tried just about every combination possible, repeating our previous double penetration, only this time with me in Anne's anus. We fell asleep an hour or so into the new year, with Anne lying between us, a hand on each cock. In the morning I was woken by the motion of the bed to find Anne riding William hard, just I time to see her make herself cum. She looked beautiful. When she saw that I was awake she said glad you could join us, transferring to my morning glory as soon as William had deposited his gift inside her. After this, the three of us showered together in the walk in shower, and went downstairs to join the rest party for breakfast, with big grins on our faces. A Happy New Year Her laughter rang through my mind. It was amazing to be with her and this was so much like her that I had to laugh too. My brain was trying hard to regain control, but it was failing miserably – except of her voice. "How in the world..." she stopped her comment to lick her finger again "...could you miss my mouth that bad?" her finger traveled teasingly down her chin, down her neck, onto her black – now stained – sheer blouse. I simply laughed as the elevator with my brain was almost back up to the top floor. She looked so delicious, and her smile was truly intoxicating. "I told you: In my mouth!" she tried to look up from her knees with that stern matronly look; but she could not pull it off, it came out sexy, sensual and happily inviting; "and what do you do, give me half it if, and then spray the rest on my hair and the final drops on my top." I leaned down and kissed her lips. "Stop that, "she complained "I have to clean myself up before I head out to the other room where your wife and my husband are." "You look very beautiful on your knees." I said as I picked up a dab of my own come from the tip of my now softening erection and placed it softly on her lower lip and twisted so that all the cum was cleaned by her pouting lips. "Sure," she licked her lips slowly, "now you know where to put it." "Well, actually it belongs in a much warmer place inside of you, but you said you were in a hurry and wanted to return to the dinner. I sacrificed myself for your need and now you're complaining..." laughter finished the sentence as I now could fully react to the situation. I offered her a hand and she took it, I lifted and she stiffened her arm to allow me to pick her up from her knees. I took her in my arms, she thought of a complaint, but this time it was only to part her lips, tilt her head up, and allow my mouth to take hers fully. The mixture of her flavor and mine showing me that I had marked the spot and that her husband was going to have to reclaim her. I had done my job. "Your blouse looks good, it only shows enough detail for the discerning eye." "I'm counting on that" We stepped out the door of the anteroom, and into the full dining room of the mansion. - - - # - - - "Patty, here we are." My wife called out to Hypatia Lundis, the Greek goddess she had met in photography class only a month ago. The two women hit it off immediately, and brought the two families together within a week of meeting. The two of them found a perfectly willing model in the other, and together they searched for the perfect photograph for their class. Patty was a tall woman with an amazing figure she had well carried into her fifties. He eyes had lost just a bit of the dark luster with age I was told, but when I looked at them the small lines she was so embarrassed about pointed directly at the center of a dark limpid pool of unyielding desire. To look into her eyes, and understand the passion behind them was to find yourself consumed with the equal and opposite desire. Hypatia waved at Kymberlee as she took my arm and allowed herself to be guided and displayed at my arm. Once we arrived at the table and I sat Hypatia at her chair, I took my place next to my wife, and placed a long kiss upon her lips. Letting my lips linger over hers as she took a deep breath and recognized the perfume that was on my skin. She smiled and look at Hypatia. "So, Patty..."she stopped, looked her over and her husband Art, short for Aratus another old Greek name, "I see he missed again..." she smiled broadly. "Kym..." she said pointing at me "the man has horrible control or aim, or both. There I was, on my knees – yes, me on my knees – and he finds it for a moment, but in the end he lets it fly." A complete look of disapproval crossed her face, and her moonless-night black eyes focused on my blue eyes and held them, "and what I get? I get cum all over my hair, and worse of all down my chin, my neck and onto my blouse." She looked at Kymberlee, their eyes locked for a moment and you could almost feel the sensuality between them as one told and the other explored her fantasy and real memories to find one that matched. Kym looked at her and then a small upturn of the corner of her mouth let me and Aratus know she had the full image of the cum erupting from the tip of my cock, and falling upon her face, her hair, her neck and finally on her clothing. Kym licked her lips slowly. "He has always had that final moment's lack of control. He's told me many times it is either ramming it down my throat, or forcing it to escape and protect the me from a bruising blow to the back of my throat." She looked approvingly at me, "and I keep telling him that we're not as fragile as he thinks we are. Don't you agree Art?" she concluded by asking Art to join the conversation, and stop focusing on how deliberately seductively his wife kept looking at him. - - - # - - - The lights dimmed around us a while later, the conversation remained sexually charged and both women did their best to show off their bodies. They enjoyed the looks of approvals they got from men and women as they walked by our table. The night was truly charged and we were ready to celebrate the New Year properly. Kymberlee look at Aratus and asked Hypatia "Patty, may I take your husband for a spin on the dance floor – I just love this song and want to dance freely with someone I know." Hypatia looked at both carefully and with that erotic sense of mischief she so was so fond of exuding "Certainly, but you must tell me all about it when you are done." She smiled in my direction. Art stood up, and tugged automatically at the black jacket he wore, making sure he looked his best he approached my wife. A small bow of respect to me and he turned to take my wife's hand. Her small delicate fingers reach out to his and the darkness of his Mediterranean skin contrasted magnificently with her pale white British skin. Her blue eyes darted to me, and a soft but honest and meaningful bow to me both asked permission and accepted the approval she saw in my eyes. "Your wife is a lucky girl." Hypatia Lumis began, "It is a rarity for a woman of her make up to find a man that will not only allow her needs, but demand them in a way that force her to feel her natural desire to be pleasing. I smiled, "She is a woman of uniquely strong needs and desires. She knows who she is. She understands why she has her needs and accepts them fully, and because of that when we met she was a breath of fresh air." "Have you both always been this open?" She asked as she picked up a long stemmed glass filled with champagne for the night's celebration. "Indeed we have. I truly don't think she could have had another marriage where she had to contain herself and lie about who she was." - - - # - - - This was Kymberlee's second marriage. Her first had lasted a full twenty five years, and she had raised her children well. When they were out of college she told her husband at the time what she needed and he decided that it was not for him. In the months that past she was accused of everything but being nice. Her lawyer kept asking her to fight back, but he was instructed only to protect her when it would affect her children, now in their 20's. Her husband told his family and hers that the divorce was at her request. She agreed, but did not try to explain or to minimize the import of the statement. She never lost the sense of who she was, and in the end the family realized that the marriage was not what they had thought and that she had given it all she had. Now it was her time to find her life. In her early forties she went back to school, received a degree, realized knowledge was great, but she loved being a man's woman, and set out to find me. Our paths crossed on a single's cruise as she returned to the ship with terrible sunburn all over her body, and I was getting out of the cab from a day of sightseeing. She crossed my path, my hand touched her arm, she flinched and I felt magic. She looked up with soft blue yes, gentle reddish blond hair and a smile that even the jabbing pain of a sunburn could quell. I walked her up the gangplank and down to her lower deck cabin. She tried to explain, but I pointed to mine – only a few doors down – and we laughed. "I guess neither of us is rich..." she said with a lovely smile to punctuate the comment. I offered to put some lotion on her arms and back, and her frankness shocked me "You are not going to stop there, are you?" she asked very seriously. I smiled and looked so deep into those tender blue eyes that it scared me. What I saw deep inside of her was the yin to my yang. I noticed a woman that could love deeply but not exclusively. I realized that she could be both the best and the worst thing that happens to a man – or a woman for that matter. "Are you sure you mean what you say?" "Indeed I do, Sir. I would never be caught so easily in a lie." She replied. Moments later, sunburn forgotten our lips locked onto each other our clothes were ripped from our bodies, and a frantic exchange of bodily fluids carried us up the most incredibly spiral stair case of pleasure. My body ruled over hers. She took my cock inside of her and flinched at the pain of her sunburn but pushed me to go harder, to find her special place and to drive deep and hard into it. Kym opened herself fully; her warm wet lips parted fully as her legs spread and found my shoulders. Her hips curled up and down till the smile that covered her face told me I was hitting her exactly where she wanted to be pounded. Her cunt took over. Her hips obediently returned every effort to pound into her with a welcoming response. Her upward thrusts were exact matches for my downward pressure, and at the very bottom she moved her hips to make sure her cervix was well caressed. Her muscles at first had no effect on me; I was too lost in pounding into this enigmatic beauty under me. I was enjoying how much she enjoyed being fucked. It was different. It was liberating. I was fucking a woman that knew how she wanted to be fucked and did not have any compunction about telling me exactly how to take good and make it better, better and make it best, and best raised up to orgasmic pleasure. Her thighs clenched her legs, her calves tightened on my shoulders and slowly on my neck and her eyes opened fully to me and I could see deep inside of her soul where her need to be taken existed, and she presented me with the most beautiful, uncontrolled and relaxed orgasm I've ever seen a woman have. She exploded from her soul outward. Her body convulsed and clenched, her eyes stayed open, heavy and lustfully on mine, as she constantly offered inner self to me. The moment she saw that I was accepting and not judging, that I was curious and wanted to know her fully, she opened up even more. It was almost like she let me into her mind and I could hear her plea to be taken, used and protected. She opened her mouth and soft words came out, a hunger spoke as she whispered "cum all over me, and I will lick it all up for you to watch me... cum all over me..." I could not hold back, not against a plea that tender, and I pulled out on the last stroke and let my cum fall on her chin, her tits and her belly, the second landed more on her tits and belly, and the third and final squeeze fell on her belly. To my surprise she took my cock in her hand, reached up high and pulled down like milking it, and let the lost dollop of cum be wiped off on the tip of her mons pubis. I fell next to her well spent and approving of how she took my cum. She slowly took the trail of cum from her body to her lips and licked herself completely clean. - - - # - - - "Penny for your thoughts" Hypatia said smiling the music still playing all around us. "I was lost in thought about how truly lucky I am to be married to her." I said waving the memories aside. Her hand reached between my legs and felt the hardness there. "Your wife truly turns you on, doesn't she?" "She is my perfect match. She asks only what I am willing to give, she's never asked for anything outside of that. She offers only that which I can enjoy. But most importantly she remains always true to herself." I smiled at Hypatia, "I think that's why you two have become so inseparable this last month. It appears that you both understand your own needs and desires, you're both incredibly loyal to the men you're with, so long as they understand that you have certain needs." She smiled back, but cocked her head asking for more, "You will never leave your husband, you are just as solid in that area as Kymberlee is. She wants pleasure, she needs the occasional diversion, she understands her own needs, and wants to be safe in my arms. You are the same with your husband. Hell, you even understand some of his proclivities and encourage him to explore them with you – not alone as many might do." "You are an observant man, Mr. Burke." She lifter her champagne glass and I matched it, they two crystals clinked and vibrated in our fingers as we consumed the bubbly liquid, eyes locked on each other. "Do you always drink so deeply?" she asked "Only when someone has a deep font with the complete ability to replenish fully, otherwise I only drink that which is freely given." "Good to know," the laugh was full and full of tease, as she licked the tip of the glass and placed her lips erotically over it. - - - # - - - I looked to the dance floor, and place where couples exchanged more than idle conversation. This dance floor was open to dancing in various levels. As I looked around, Hypatia's eyes browsing over the crowd as mine were, we both found similar displays of public affection very nice to watch. A couple a few feet away from us were enjoying themselves as she bent over the bannister at the edge of the dance floor, and he entered her from behind. Her ball gown pulled nicely over her hips, her panties had been moved to the side, and she backed fully onto his cock where he moved in and out of her in perfect syncopated rhythm to the music. Her eloquent moans inspired others to look at them, and a few to imitate them. Hypatia extended her hand and touched mine and held it as we both watched the woman work her way up, and up, and up till orgasm crossed her lips, and the chorus of "fuck me, fuck me harder, or please, please pound me till I scream" was replaced by her promised scream of pleasure. Hypatia's hand gripped mine tightly, she looked at me, her eyes heavy and I noticed she had been clutching her kegle muscles and forced herself to cum without touching herself. The orgasm erupted from her eyes, her head had an almost imperceptible shudder as her body tensed and finally relaxed. "Damn you, Calvin Burke, for teaching me how to cum this way – now I find it so hard not to with the right stimulus" she growled at me true anger in her voice. "Sucks to be you! But I'm not going to deny I loved watching you cum with her." "Fuck you, asshole!" she yelled and leaned over to give a long and warm kiss. As I regained my seat I continued to browse around the room and found my wife and Art dancing very seductively. She was leaning back on him, her ass grinding on his cock. His hands were holding up her dress. A man and a woman were dancing opposite them and facing my wife. She was parting her legs and letting the woman part her lips. It was beautiful to watch the glistening lips occasionally reflect the dance floor lights. Everyone that wanted to, knew she was wet. Her hips pushed back onto Art's cock and her cunt upward to meet her fingertips. She offered her cunt more and more as the soft female fingers caressed her wet lips. The man whispered something to his partner and she moved a bit out of the way so his fingers could do some work. He entered her, first a few knuckles then followed quickly by a few fingers. He pounded into her all his fingers almost fisting into her welcoming cunt. Kym turned her neck impossibly back and locked her lips on Art as he lifted her legs onto the man's shoulders so he could keep pounding her cunt. She squirmed her hips in the air and then surrendered to the first orgasm: She screamed into Arts mouth. Her body convulsed and his fingers retracted from her cunt. They were almost chased out of her by the stream of female ejaculate the pushed out and she squirted over his woman who took pleasure in washing her face with it. Hypatia and I watched entranced as my wife and her husband played with others in front of us. I looked at her and my lust was now uncontrollable. The moans of pleasure from the dance floor and the fact I occasionally recognized my wife's moans drove my blood to boil. I took Hypatia from the chair, I placed her on the table, and pulled back her skirt. I pared her pussy and buried my face on it. Her lips parted from the parting of her legs. Her round ass terminated in a perfect crease above her thighs as I plunged my tongue into her lips. The wetness coated my taste buds and my mind raced with recognition. My wife had cum all over her cunt earlier. "Familiar taste?" Hypatia asked. "Indeed!" I smiled as my tongue traced her lips from the anus to the tip of her hooded clit. I caressed inner lips, and outer lips till her scent told me she was fully aroused. I plunged deep into her and found the ridged upper softness that if caressed right will force her to squirt. I worked her lips and her clit and with intent worked her rosebud with my fingers. Her body on display on the table gave her the exhibitionist pleasure she wanted on top of her sexual arousal. She moved against my pushing, her anus pushed out hoping to be penetrated; but her clit was more eager. I worked it softly, till I could feel her plea for roughness and then I sucked it into my mouth. I bit it gently, but caressed it harshly with my tongue, till her fingers intertwined in my hair and she pushed up into my mouth, letting her orgasm flow into my mouth. She kept her cunt pressed and I kept working her clit, but I removed my fingers to give her room to erupt. As her squirt filled my mouth I felt a man's hands grip my hair and move me out of the way; but onto my wife's lips as he took the next squirt on his face till he too put his mouth of her cunt. I shared my mouthful of squirt with my wife who tasted first of another man, then of another woman, and finally faintly of Hypatia's cunt. Her mouth opened, her tongue caressed the liquid in our mouth and her fingers caressed the back of my head eagerly. Kym took the cum that was left in my mouth and stole it for herself and swallowed it in small portions so she could enjoy it more. I pulled Kym onto the table next to Hypatia and plowed deep into her cunt, she opened her legs wide and accepted the impatient pounding she was getting. She understood that if I had been able to control it, to lower the intensity, I would have used her very long later tonight. But, she knew what the image of her being eaten had done to me and she was surrendering herself to be marked and claimed by me; the same way Art was repossessing his woman. I pounded hard into her and I noticed in the blur of passion how she and Hypatia were kissing and fully embracing each other. I noticed that I was pounding her hard but also hearing a second slap. I also noticed that the table was in rhythm with my fucking motions, as I plowed into Kym. I started to see the darkness that comes just before you realize your orgasm in fully loaded. I braced on the table and felt the tingling explode from the base of my cock, to the top of my head, and then bounce back to my fully clenched cock – I did not want to give her the first wave. I struggled against my own body and hers. I struggled against the image of Kym and Patty tongue fucking each other as Art and I pounded into them. I tried, and finally, knowing I had succeeded, I released my cum into her perfect wet cunt, and a guttural primal scream erupted from me as orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave washed over me. A Happy New Year A moment later I hear what first appears to be an echo, but then I realized Art was dumping his entire load into Hypatia. As I looked down to see her body and my wife's I realize their hips were touching and that both women were in each other's passion; but most fun was to note that Art was deep in Hypatia' s ass and she was opening her own ass as much as she could to show everyone including us two. - - - # - - - The music stopped and our own orgasmic pants settled into the normal post coital breathing. The DJ tapped the microphone and complimented all for a wonderful start to the night's events, and started to count backwards from ten. As he approached the end of the countdown all sang Auld Lang Syne. As we sang Kym, Hypatia, Art and I knew that these acquaintances would not be forgot. We knew that the night was still young, and that we had a brand new year to explore together - - - FIN - - - A Happy New Year's Party New Year's Eve and what's that night without a party? Jerry and Cindy had invited a crowd over but in the long run, it turned out only to be nine people. Rich and Stephanie, Dave and Lydia, Marie and Bob, the lone single guy, Artie were all there and having a nice evening. There were conversations about almost everything, even politics which was squashed within seconds by everyone since Dave and Marie were on opposite sides of almost everything and no one wanted to see the night end in a civil war. As the night wore on games were played, first Pictionary, then Charades. Sprinkled throughout were sexual references and innuendos and everyone was having quite a few laughs. An example was that several porn movie titles had been put in with the other slips of paper for charades. Pictionary involved human organs on several occasions, just good clean 'dirty' fun. Even the normally prudish Lydia was chiming in now and then and laughing. It was a very relaxed group. After the games the conversation continued and someone brought up oral sex techniques. Everyone began to compare how they like to do it and have it done. The only one not really participating was Marie who felt the conversation was a little rough for her, but she was being a good sport and just smiling and nodding. It WAS getting a bit graphic and at one point Cindy said as far as she was concerned, no one could give head better than she could. Dave immediately came to Lydia's defense and made it very clear that she was the best there ever was. Dave then looked over at Steph and the two of them sort of rolled their eyes while Rich got a little bit of an elbow from Steph. He took the hint, "Hell, no one on EARTH can out do Steph and no one on EARTH can go downtown like me. I know just how to do it and no woman could ever walk away from me, I mean, they can't walk when I'm done." Artie had been just sitting quietly chuckling to himself. He got a bold idea but had a strong suspicion that no one would go along with it, but if he didn't speak up now, he'd forever regret it. "Well, we can debate this until hell freezes over or we can find out who's best at going down on the other." Everyone stopped and looked at Artie. Lydia spoke first, breaking the silence, "So, what are you proposing?" Artie laid out his idea. Each girl would blow each guy. The guys would be blindfolded so they couldn't see who it was and at the end each guy would pick his favorite. The one with the most votes would obviously win. THEN, the guys would return the favor in the same manner and be judged as well. Each person would be given just a short time so that none could get anyone off until after judging was complete so as to avoid any unfair advantages. Hands could not be used since they might make a move that would give them away. Everyone sat in stunned silence. "That is just disgusting. I hope no one is thinking of doing this," chimed in Marie. "Oh, no way you are thinking of this." Dave asked just how long Artie had been thinking of this and Artie said, "About two minutes. Seriously, this discussion inspired me." They all began to discuss the merits and detractors of doing this until Marie said, "Well, that's it, I love you guys but this kind of crosses the line. Bob, let's get going." Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. "You can take the car. I'm staying." Marie sat down but refused to participate or even watch if this was happening. It was happening. Everyone, but Marie liked the idea. Sounded like a hell of a good time and everyone stood up and stripped off their pants and underwear. Taking off the tops would take away from the main idea behind the contest it was determined. This was an oral sex matter only. It didn't take long for the boys to be erect; no embarrassment was noticed on anyone's faces. Dave suggested that it should be ladies first. Cindy, Steph and Lydia said that was very gentlemanly but asked how the boys would perform. "Dave has a bad neck. Turning his neck up might be tough for him," suggested Lydia. Dave said he'd make due. The girls sat on the edge of the sofa. There being only three of them, they all fit nicely. Lydia, then Cindy and Steph sat in a row, legs apart, blindfolds on and said, "Ok, start." The boys seemed to take forever in choosing the order they went and had to do it very quietly since the girls couldn't know. It was decided that Artie should go first since it was his idea. Artie did and he dove in with abandon. An egg timer had been retrieved from the kitchen where Marie sat brooding and would be used to mark the end of each licking. One minute had been decided as the time period. As they came to this conclusion, Bob said, "I'm just glad this is the only period we have to deal with." All chuckled at that. Artie let his tongue zip around Lydia like a dog running around on speed. Lydia squirmed a bit, pumped her hips a bit, and moaned a bit. DING! Time to move on to Cindy. Again Artie's tongue zipped and darted over the lips before him. Cindy was trying very hard not to cum and had to stifle a "STOP!" just as DING! She was saved by the bell. Stephanie was next. Artie, using the same form was non-stop, all over the beautiful paradise before him. DING! Artie was done. Bob went next. Bob leaned into Lydia and began to French kiss her like he was kissing her mouth. His tongue went in and around as if searching for another. He did have a long tongue, something that each of the other guys knew was an unfair advantage and if Marie had been involved, instead of pouting in the kitchen, she would potentially know him right off. Bob finished off Lydia, moved to Cindy and then Steph, each time using his own personal technique. Now Rich who suddenly realized that they had never agreed to a manner of cleaning up after themselves so that the next guy would get in fresh. He couldn't protest too much though as it would give him away. "This sucks" he mouthed to the others. All of the other three held in their giggling and though they agreed in principal, it was too damn late now. They just motioned for him to get on with it. He did. All three in his own personal style which Dave, Bob and Artie noticed got a little extra rise from Steph. "Hmmm, cheating?" Dave was last. He sat on the floor staring at his wife's mound, the lips moist with the saliva of three other guys and her own wetness. He'd never shared his wife before. He was still somewhat day dreaming when Jerry nudged him, nearly pushing in straight into Lydia's pussy. Dave pulled back, turned and gave Jerry a nasty look and then, ATTACKED! He was an animal and at times it seemed to Lydia that, whoever was doing her, would push his face all the way into her vagina. Dave had never gone nuts like this so she was convinced it couldn't be him. DING! On to Cindy. Dave was a maniac. Lydia had enjoyed the crazy way the guy had devoured her but if he kept it up very long, she may find herself in pain. Cindy was thinking along the same lines when DING! On to Steph. Again Dave was going hell bent for leather. Steph found it just a tad unsettling but stimulating none the less. DING! Jerry was last. Jerry it turned out was the least talented. He just sort of lapped them like a dog drinking water. No clitoral stimulation, no sucking, no biting, nothing at all spectacular. He moved from Lydia to Cindy to Stephanie and not a one of them really could say it meant much to them. Now it was time to reverse the rolls. The guys stood in a line, erections beckoning the girls' attention, each with a blindfold on. Steph was first onto Jerry. She leaned forward and began to nip at his manhood with the tip of her tongue, flicking it back and forth, up and down and then, just before the timer announced she was done, she engulfed the head and shaft. DING! She moved onto Rich, Dave (Dave figured out who it was right away) then Artie, and finally Bob. Each guy got the exact same routine. Next was Lydia who started at the balls, tickling them with her tongue. She made her way slowly up each shaft brushing the underside with her tongue and then kissing the helmeted warrior with the tips of her lips before taking the whole head in and massaging the area of the foreskin with her lips. Cindy began her routine on the topside at the base of the shaft. She would wrap her lips around the width and slowly drag her mouth back and forth on the sides; first one side then the other, never breaking stride. Cindy WAS good, both Steph and Lydia agreed though both still were sure they'd won. When Cindy got to Artie, the poor guy had become so worked up, he just lost it and shot a wad of cum right into Cindy's shoulder as she made her way up the shaft. Artie, though technically not out since Cindy was last anyway, just shuddered and almost fell. The boys heard this and began to giggle, "That YOU Bob?" asked Jerry. "Nope, I'm still waiting. Artie, you going to be OK?" Artie mumbled something they didn't understand but stood his ground. Bob was the stoic in the group and with each stimulus, he just stood motionless. Other than a couple of "hmmms" now and then, you would think Bob was a statue. Cindy finished up and the girls advised the boys to remove their blindfolds. So, now the judging should begin. "Wait a minute," piped up Bob, "We all need to get off first, well, not Artie." He was right and it was decided that to be fair, everyone was to get him or herself off. It turned into a group masturbation session as each worked feverishly to get off, longing for the mouths that had pleasured each, but having only their own hands. All watching each other closely, enjoying the sights and sounds. Artie, though spent, was furiously rubbing himself towards a second climax as he watched each woman intently. As they began to finish, each to his/her own manner, a loud moaning, louder than any of them had managed earlier, overtook the room. All looked towards the noise and there was Marie, totally nude and rubbing herself like there was no tomorrow. Jerry, Artie and Cindy, the only woman still awaiting climax stared intently at Marie, her breasts bouncing up and down hypnotically, her ass cheeks grinding back and forth against the stool she had brought down from the kitchen, her hand rubbing her so quickly a fire could start. She rubbed, THEY rubbed. "That is so fucking HOT!" groaned Cindy. "Do it," she added, "Oh yeah, do it." Bob was overwhelmed with excitement. Not only was his wife wanking up a storm, something she never did, but she was in front of other people AND a woman was getting off on this! Bob exploded. Some of hit Cindy in the back and Cindy backed up, "You got more? Come on Bob, you can do it." Cindy was a WILD WOMAN! She turned to Bob and began to suck him dry while still watching Marie out of the corner of her eye. Bob DID have more, not a lot more, he was pretty spent, but he surprised himself. Artie and Jerry were almost done when Cindy attacked them each. "Let me do it." She pleaded, and they did. Cindy finished both of them then crawled over to Marie and buried her face between Marie's legs finishing HER with such skill, Marie came 8 times in 3 minutes. Jerry was in shock. Cindy had NEVER acted like this. He was thrilled. Marie fell over off the stool and Cindy caught her, lowering her to the floor and holding her, running her fingers through her hair. She held her close and Marie, beginning to blush simply whispered, "Shit" and tried to catch her breath. Cindy kissed her neck and whispered back, "Pretty wild baby, pretty damn wild." Steph shifted a bit on the couch and suddenly noticed the clock. It was 1 am. "Oh, guys, Happy New Year plus 1 Hour." A collective groan acknowledged her announcement and everyone decided a series of showers might be in order. First, another drink while collecting thoughts. They toasted the New Year with a couple of bottles of Asti that Jerry had bought and just sat. The floor was a mess and Jerry said, "Cind, I think we gotta keep the kids out of here until we can get this carpet steam cleaned." Cindy was a bit too distracted to hear him or respond. She was fingering Marie who was still panting. Rich looked at Steph and grinned, "Maybe they would like it if you....." She cut him off with a look of disdain, but then softened and said, "Not tonight. Who knows, maybe at some point, but not tonight." Artie was by now sound asleep. He had chugged his second glass of Asti and the other drinks had caught up with him and now, out like a light. Bob asked Jerry, "So, this is very cool. Cindy surprised me. I mean, she's awesome but I never expected THIS?" Jerry just sat staring at his wife as she slid her lips softly over Marie's breasts. "I'm kind of in a state of disbelief myself. And shit, what about Marie? I mean, this is a HELL of a surprise!" Bob took a gulp of Asti and just stared at Marie and Cindy as well. "Yeah, I'm in shock as well. I mean, I'm happy as a pig in shit right now, but, wow. I can't wait for all this to actually sink in." Lydia had made her way over to the sleeping Artie and just sat playing with his now limp penis like it was some sort of fascinating toy and Dave smiled at Steph. "I feel like we should all be fucking right now," said Rich. Everyone looked at Rich and each essentially said they were pretty much spent. Well, Cindy didn't say anything, she was busy. Marie was distracted as well. Steph made a suggestion, any guy who could get it up, could fuck her, but it had to be doggie style. Rich was first and rammed himself home. She had barely finished the sentence when she was physically bent over the coffee table by Rich. Rich started slow but all the work his dick had just completed made the act slightly tedious and his member just a BIT sore. That didn't deter him and he began to hasten his pace until he came deep inside his beautiful, sexy wife. Steph was rubbing her clit as he finished. "Next? Anyone?" Asked Steph. Dave, who found renewed vigor was next. In he went and he just jammed himself in and began to pump furiously. Everyone watched intently, even Cindy. As she watched Dave bang Steph, she whispered to Marie, "I'll be back," and she scampered over and inserted her face under Dave's swinging testicles, her tongue extended, licking him each time they passed overhead. Her hands were grasping his ass as he pummeled Steph's sopping wet pussy. When he knew he was going to cum, he pulled out and backed up slightly giving Cindy access to his shaft and she reached up to stroke him for all he was worth with one hand. With her other hand, she inserted two fingers into Steph. In the meantime, Marie, immediately missing Cindy scurried over to bury her face in Cindy's mound. Jerry was amazed at the transformation his wife was experiencing. He got behind her and inserted his now re-hardened cock into from behind while Cindy lifted her head to suck Dave dry. Lydia snuck in behind Steph and began to lick the top of her butt crack and finger her asshole. As she did this, Bob also took a turn at Steph's womanhood. Lydia guided him in and tickled his balls as he pumped. Cindy hadn't moved from her spot and played with Bob's balls as well, occasionally sucking on Lydia's fingers. Artie snored. In no time, Bob climaxed also into Cindy's mouth. Marie had finished Cindy, Steph was exhausted and just rolled onto the floor by Cindy, her pussy aching in a good way. The guys just sat around looking at each other and then at the girls. Jerry had been unable to perform, too tired and spent. Cindy was the first to speak. "You know something. I kind of enjoyed having you all over. Maybe next year we could do it again." Artie snored himself awake. "Shit, what time is it?" Steph looked at the clock and reported that it was now 3 a.m. in the new year. "Damn, sorry I fell asleep. I'm surprised you guys aren't all cleaned up. Just too tired, eh? I know that feeling," said Artie, groggily. "Eh, you didn't miss anything. Go back to sleep," said Jerry. The chuckled leaving Artie a bit confused, but he just fell right back to sleep. They all agreed with Cindy but decided to discuss what other holidays were coming up that would require a party.