22 comments/ 135668 views/ 7 favorites Business Opportunity By: stormyknight I was recently reminded of an incident nearly twenty years ago. It was in the days of the 80's craze known as "home parties". Not that kind of party, but the business opportunities that many people, mostly young married women, became involved in. You might recall, the "be a mom and be your own boss" kind of business. I was busy climbing the ladder in my own career, and much of my wife's time was spent on our three small children. My wife, Susan, was a stay at home mom. It was a noble cause in its day, and still is in my opinion. I didn't object to women having a career, but if the husband was already providing for the home, another full time career took away from the family foundation, and by the painful lessons learned though our family and friends, it could really cause problems at home. Consider this, it was the 80's and we were fine with this understanding. It worked for us. Back to the story. Susan was beautiful and vivacious. Both in a sexy and way and with a non-sexual charisma. People just liked her. I was fine with that and it was never exploited. She became involved in a national cosmetics and personal care line, which encouraged growth through home party presentations and sponsoring other representatives. We knew it wouldn't make millions, but it was fun and she earned some extra money. But more, it did wonders for her attitude and self image. Let's face it, being at home all day alone with three small kids was not conducive to encouraging meaningful conversation and personal growth. Susan attended a party at the home of a personal friend Joanne, and was excited about the possibility of pursuing the opportunity. I encouraged her to go ahead with it and she did, with her usual gusto. I was glad to see that it was something she really enjoyed. As I might have expected, her sponsorship grew to a group of five other young housewives. They held regular meetings and discussed the products as well as promoting sales parties at the homes of other young women, their families and friends. Within a year, Susan had gained quite a reputation as a leader within the company regionally. By years end, we had discussed the possibility of entertaining the other representatives at our home with a New Years Eve dinner and pre-party. The guests would all come over for an early dinner and business celebration, and then go to their respective new years celebrations for the midnight revelry. Susan talked to her reps, and was pleased to learn that all five women, and their husbands or significant others, were planning to attend. On many occasions, since Susan was the sponsor, the various meetings were held at our home. I had the chance to meet and get to know the women informally. But unfortunately, I was the only male in the house, and had never met their husbands. This would be the perfect opportunity for all of us to get acquainted on a social level. Came the special day: Susan's parents lived nearby and jumped at the chance to watch the kids for the night of our gathering. We had the entire afternoon to ourselves to prepare for our guests. Susan, one never to be outdone, wanted this to be a special occasion. She arranged for a local caterer to provide the meal for the evening. By mid-day, the fine china was out, silver was polished and all of the top shelf service pieces were on display. Table arrangements were ordered from the local florist, including a massive centerpiece. Wine, of all varieties, and champagne were in abundance. Once the house was fully prepared, we headed to our room at about 5pm to get ready for our guests. I met Susan in the shower, steam already beginning to form on the mirror as I entered the bathroom. Her plush robe was laying across the vanity chair. The smell of scented body wash was hanging heavy in the steam. I entered the shower and slid up against the back of her foamy body. Her eyes were closed, and her head was full of shampoo. "Oh no, not yet," she purred, eyes still closed, "my husband is downstairs and could be up at any time." "I just saw his car leave," I played along. "I'm sure we have enough time for a quickie before he gets back," and slid my hardening penis farther against the crack of her soapy butt. My hands slid around to cup and caress her full breasts as she leaned up against my body. I pulled the shower nozzle free from the holder and rinsed off the soap. Then, still positioned behind, raised my hands over her shoulders, pulled her forward exposing her swelling pussy. Her hand reached around to stoke my cock which was engorged, ready and willing. She easily slid the tip into her already wet pussy, just letting it rest there for a moment. I took the invitation gladly and as if we had the same idea all along, began to push deeper. Her moans and the gentle swaying of her hips encouraged me to continue our pre-dinner delight. I grabbed her hips and pushed deeper, continuing the motion, slapping my thighs against her hips with a steady rhythm. Even in the steamy shower, I could feel the sweat running off my face and body. Susan began to talk dirty again, continuing the fantasy of the mystery man entering her private shower, then taking her unexpectedly and deliciously. She continued the ruse and apologized for her lack of self-restraint in the presence of this stranger ( me ). As she continued the fantasy narrative, I could hear her voice falter, knowing full well that she was about to come. Her broken sentences were punctuated by nearly breathless moans of delight as I continued the pounding from behind in silence, letting her words fuel the passion of this fantasy. I let go and poured myself into her as she clenched the shower curtain with her right hand, coming completely and unashamed. We stood there for a moment, taking in the fullness of the moment. Still inside her, I could feel my cum leaking out and running down my balls. The comfort of our closeness and the after glow of our sex was soooo good that neither of us spoke for a time. Suddenly, I sensed Susan's discomfort, and waited for her to speak, unsure of the nature of this unexpected change. "Dave," she said hesitantly, "did that bother you? I mean the part of the other guy. Did I take it too far?" She stopped waiting for my reply. "No," I said, "I knew it was fantasy, but you were really getting into it. Pretty graphic, which is more than we usually do. I mean, sure we've played the game in bed before. But it was always us in the end, never anyone else. We've been faithful, and I've never thought for a moment that you would be with anyone else before, so it's never bothered me. Not even this time. Should I worry?" I asked playfully trying to lighten the moment. Susan hesitated, then gathered her thoughts before responding, something that troubled me a little. "No. You don't need to worry. But I have to admit, that was very convincing. I was even convinced myself." she offered a nervous laugh, and added "But the strange thing was, even though I knew my mystery man was really you, it felt different. Nasty. It almost scared me, like some phantom in our shower. But oh god, it was soooo good." I shared her thoughts of the moment, although the thought of her being with another man was something I had never entertained. I passed it off as an unexpected fantasy in the heat of the moment. We finished washing and Susan turned off the water. She spun around and wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing her wet nakedness against me. "You are my man!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "Those women better keep their hands off my handsome hunk of a husband tonight. I've seen how they watch you when they come over for meetings." I hugged her back, held her close, kissing her softly. I took the plush towel and dried her, admiring her beautiful body. "Twenty eight years old, and she gives me a hard-on every time I see her," I thought to myself. Susan dried me off in return, pausing only to caress my still half erect penis playfully. Afterward, I left her in the bathroom to finish with her hair and make-up. Then, moved to the bedroom to get dressed. Susan has this habit of laying out my clothes to coordinate with what she is planning to wear on special occasions. Sure, I can dress myself properly, but have found this to be an endearing quality. I discovered my dark blue silk suit and a perfectly pressed, lightly starched white shirt and tie displayed. Along side, a pair of soft black silk boxers. There was more. Susan did not have her clothes laid out, but purposely laid her new Victoria Secret undergarments in clear view besides my clothing, if for no other reason than to stir up my thoughts for the rest of the evening. Not necessary, I was already stirred up. Her bra was front fastening, lace cupped and strapless. The matching panties, as much as was there, was French cut black lace. Sheer black stockings were draped over the nearby bed footboard. "What else?" my imagination questioned, leading me on another fantasy of possible attire for the evening. Susan finished her preparations in the bathroom just as I finished getting dressed, and then entered the bedroom, wearing only her robe. It was untied and opened slightly with each graceful step. She walked over to me with an appraising eye, straightened my tie as she always does, which I knew was already perfectly tied and straight. She held her hand under my chin and pulled my face close to hers, kissing me softly on the lips, but only enough as to not disturb her make-up. "See you later, handsome," she cooed as I left allowing her to dress and put on the finishing touches. It was only an hour before our guests were to arrive. I went downstairs to make myself a drink and heard the doorbell announcing the arrival of our caterer. On the way to the door, I looked out the window and saw the two vans were parked outside. "This should be some evening," I said to no one in anticipation as I opened the front door. The caterer, Megan, a smartly dressed woman in her mid 40's, accompanied by three young assistants, two young women and a young man all dressed in the expected white, entered. After the initial introductions, Megan surveyed the kitchen, dining and living room to assess the best possible food preparation and service areas. The four moved like a well rehearsed dance, delivering and displaying trays of prepared foods, and taking the remaining items into the kitchen where the final preparations would take place just before the meal. Within forty minutes our house was transfigured from a normal dwelling to a gala atmosphere. Susan stayed upstairs, and I was still interested in what she was planning to wear. Susan called from the top of the stairs for Megan. I heard her voice from the dining room, but my view was obscured as Megan headed toward the stairs to speak with Susan. Megan returned a moment later, followed by Susan who looked absolutely stunning. Susan's honey blonde hair was piled high, with ringlets at the temples. She was wearing a sleek, black velvet knee length dinner dress that bared her shoulders. A glittering necklace fell into a plunging neckline, which barely concealed the bra I had admired only an hour before. Black leather spiked heels finished off the dress She stopped only five feet away and twirled allowing me to fully inspect what I already knew I would be admiring for the rest of the evening. Work stopped in the kitchen as the caterer and her helpers couldn't resist a long stare. Susan resumed the conversation with Megan, who went about explaining the various foods, their order of service and Susan's preference for serving pieces. The dining table was set with a china service for twelve, silverware and crystal wine glasses. Champagne flutes were set out on another table, with champagne already chilling on ice nearby. Dinner was magnificent. Susan sat at the head of the table, and I on her left. Bob and Pamela were seated across from me, on Susan's right. The other eight guests was situated at pre-arranged locations at the table, All dressed appropriately for the occasion. Pamela was Susan's outstanding performer. I thought she looked "outstanding" tonight as well, wearing the gold satin haltered gown. It looked as if it had been poured over her huge breasts, dripping off the shapely hips. Susan was equally admiring Bob. He was wearing a simple dark charcoal grey suit, white shirt and black silk tie. I met Pamela several months ago, and already knew that she was very attractive. And, knew that she liked to tease, but nothing more. It was too bad, because I would have liked to take her up on a tease to see how far it would go, but not expecting it to go too far. Still it would be fun. I had never met Bob before, nor had Susan. But quite honestly, I now understand why Susan couldn't take her eyes off him. Bob had to be at least 6'3" with, broad square shoulders, dark hair and deep dark eyes. He was only 24, but already had gained quite a reputation as a real estate agent. His soft, but smooth personality could easily charm the pants off Susan, which was becoming my concern as she hung on his every word. Our shower fantasy was coming back to haunt me as I watched Bob and Susan continue their conversation throughout dinner. "Could she really be interested in another man, " I wondered. The seed had been planted earlier, but it just didn't seem that she would really be interested in pursuing it. It was evident that Pamela, as attractive as she was, had been witness to Bob's charming persuasion of other women in her presence on one too many occasions. Pamela, it seemed, was trying hard to deal with this in her own way. She enjoying conversation with me and the rest of the guests, and enjoying generous portions of the nearby bottles of wine and eventually champagne with dessert. Pamela was feeling pretty tipsy by the end of dinner. We had our dessert, and afterward, Pamela left down the hall with Susan. Susan re-appeared a few minutes later and discretely let me know that Pamela was lying down to see if she could pull it together after all the drinking. Susan told me that she had offered for them to spend the night since we would be home alone with out the kids. Plus, Pamela and Bob lived the farthest away, and driving after midnight was not a good idea tonight. "Well," I thought, "there goes our exciting evening." But, little did I know what was in store for us. A light snow was beginning to fall as the other guests made their departure at about 11. Hugs, kisses and well-wishes were offered by all in anticipation of the coming New Year. The other couples had plans for the midnight revelry at a variety of location around town. Bob, Susan and I made a hasty retreat for the house, laughing as the snow began to fall in earnest. We had all been standing just beyond the covered porch without coats as we said our farewell to the other guests, and in the short amount of time outside, snow coated our hair and shoulders. Just beyond the doorway and inside the warmth and protection of our entry, we stopped to brush off the snow. Susan looked angelic, with snowflakes adorning her hair, and glistening droplets of water that had once been crystals on her bare shoulders, were now melted with the heat of her skin. Susan reached up to brush the snow off my shoulders, then turned to do likewise for Bob. For some unexpected reason, there was a tingle in the air, an obvious presence of "chemistry" between the three of us. Susan suggested that we take of our coats and let them dry in the entry. Bob wanted to check on Pamela, and Susan led him away to the guest bedroom upstairs. I felt this would be a good time to add another log on the fire in the den, and pour some brandy for us. I busied myself stirring the fire and added a log. Then, poured three glasses of VSOP brandy. "What's taking them so long?" I wondered. "I hope Pamela is okay," I thought, beginning to recall the number of glasses of wine she had during dinner. I settled into the recliner and with a certain level of relief, heard footsteps on the stairway. I offered Bob a glass of brandy as he entered the den. He made himself comfortable in the nearby overstuffed chair and explained that although Pamela wasn't feeling too well, she would be okay after a good night's sleep. Bob accepted our earlier offer to spend the night, and added that he and Susan helped Pamela undress to be more comfortable, and got her situated in bed. Bob also explained that Susan wanted to change into something more comfortable as well, and would be down soon. This left an opportunity for Bob and I to get more acquainted, just the two of us. I could see why Susan was attracted to him. He was very pleasant and easy to talk to. We enjoyed the brandy, talked and had a cigar while waiting for Susan to return. After what must have been twenty minutes, I heard the soft padding of bare feet on the stairs and knew that Susan was approaching. The den lights were lowered and the glow and flicker of the fire danced on the ceiling and walls. Susan entered wearing white satin pajamas. The top button up the front, and the loose pants were held with a small tie. I could tell that she had removed the bra, and saw her natural shape dance under the modest satin covering. The satin fabric was not sheer, but it was thin enough to show the slight rise of her small nipples. Susan sat between Bob and I in the matching overstuffed chair, lifted her brandy in a toast, then held the rim to her lips, allowing only a small sip. Bob and I both held our glasses in toast, but did not drink. Instead we watched Susan enjoy her first taste. She held the glass to her lips closed her eyes and offered a sensuous moan, one that often follows the first fiery sip of a good brandy. She held it to her lips until after the first sip was making its way down her throat. I looked at Bob who was still admiring Susan. She opened her eyes, looked first toward Bob, then to me. "Heavenly," she said before settling back into the chair with her glass cradled in both hands on her lap. I looked at Bob again, and could see his eyes traveling down from Susan's face, admiring her from head to toe then back, looking her in the eye. Susan's face looked flush and her nipples suddenly stood out prominently, obviously tenting the satin. Fortunately, Susan began the conversation again, talking about how pleased she was with the success of evening, and recalling conversations with the other guests, and their plans for the New Year. "I can't think of any place I would rather be at this moment," Bob said, raising his glass again to empty the last of the brandy. Then added, "It's too bad Pamela is sleeping through this. She'll regret it tomorrow. I sure she would enjoy it very much." "Dave, speaking of New Years, it's a twenty til twelve" Susan said with urgency. "Go change like we had planned . We can get the champagne and glasses , and bring in the New Year in style." 'I'm afraid I've spoiled your plans for the evening," Bob apologized. "It's evident that you have the house to yourself and could really bring in the New Year right, except for the unexpected houseguests." "Nonsense!" I replied. "After all, it's just us. I can still change into something more comfortable, and I'm sure to have something you can wear. After all we would feel a little overdressed in loungewear, and you in a suit. Come on, I'll get something for you and you can change in the guestroom. That will give you a chance to check on Pamela again. Who knows, maybe she might feel up to a short midnight celebration." I saw Susan's eyes light up at the suggestion. It was innocent enough, and hopefully we all could spend some time, instead of just the three of us. I felt comfortable but there was still that sexual energy in the air for some unexplained reason. Business Opportunity We all went upstairs to the mater bedroom. Bob stood at the door, while I got a robe for him. Bob retreated to the guestroom to change. I undress and slipped into comfortable lounging pajamas as Susan selected a robe for Pamela, just in case she was up to it. We all knew that she would eventually be able to get out of bed. Hopefully for a while at midnight, but certainly by morning. As I was changing, Susan left ahead of me to take the robe to Pamela. I finished and met her in the kitchen, where she was gathering the champagne and glasses. Bob and Pamela were nowhere to be seen. It was evident that something stirred up Susan, who was still blushing and more than a little flustered. She explained that she had walked in on Bob and Pamela, which sounded innocent enough, until she said that they were naked and Susan was giving, or at least trying to give Bob head. Susan regained her senses and said " Bob was standing next to the bed fully naked, and Pamela's gown that she borrowed from me was pulled down around her waist. Her boobs were out there in full view. Too bad you weren't' there, " she kidded, and continued, "Don't kid me mister. I saw how you were looking at her tonight across the table." "Busted," I thought. Now I was curious to know more about what she saw, and encouraged her to continue, "Well, what else." Susan continued with a detailed account, "Pamela was still in the bed, resting on one arm, grasping and groping at Bobs dick and ass. It was clear that she was too drunk still but was certainly making an effort. Bob kept telling her to knock it off, but I don't even think she knew where she was. All of the sudden, Bob seemed to know that I was there and turned towards me. I couldn't move, or even speak. I just held out the robe and he took it with his sheepish grin on his face. He didn't even bother to cover himself. Dave, I'm' sorry, but that man has a gorgeous body. I mean 'all' of his body. I haven't seen another man since we've been married, and this was certainly not planned. But, oh my god, I am so turned on..." "Easy girl," I laughed, and took her in my arms. I could feel her heart beating through the satin top. It was only then that I realized that I was beginning to harden at her description of the encounter with Pamela and Bob. We kissed and cuddled playfully for a minute, then heard footsteps on the stairs again. "Only one," I whispered to Susan. We straightened our pajamas and headed for the den. Bob was already seated and shaking his head as we entered. "I'm sorry about that," he said somewhat embarrassed about the event. "She doesn't drink very often and really did a number on herself tonight. In the past, she gets a little too passionate, when the booze takes over. Hey, I don't mind, but her intentions and her body don't run on the same level, if you know what I mean. For me, it's frustrating as hell. She went out like a light just after you left. Sorry if I embarrassed you," Bob offered. "Well, I guess it's just us. Would you like for me to go upstairs? I would understand, being New Years and all. You've been so kind already." "Bob, you're a good sport and we appreciate that," Susan replied, adding " Hey, we're new friends and I can't think of a better way to bring in the new year than with a new friend." Susan had four glasses out anticipating that Pamela just might come through. I opened the champagne and poured three glasses, as we stood together only a moment before the clock struck Twelve. "Happy New Year!" I announced, and was met with the reply and our clinking of glasses. Susan turned and offered herself to me pressing her body fully against mine. I could feel the softness and contour of her warm body through the thin satin fabric. "Happy New Year Lover," she whispered in my ear. Then to my surprise, she turned towards Bob, opened her arms and was met with the same embrace. "Happy New Year Bob," she said, and kissed him fully on the lips. Bob returned the kiss as they held their embrace a little longer than anticipated. "Whoa," Bob exclaimed, "that was one hell of a way to start the year" he said. I believed him since I could see his cock staring to rise and tent his robe. Bob sat down, I believe hoping that nobody else notice, but it was too late. "Oh my," was the only whispered exclamation from Susan as she watched his every motion before seating herself. "I think I'll stir up the fire a little," I said, adding without thinking "I do believe we are all stirred enough up already." There was a brief silence, the Bob added candidly, "sorry, you have no idea what happened just before I came down here." "That's okay Bob," Susan added as a way of explaining her interruption upstairs. "I told Dave about my barging in on the two of you upstairs. I am the one that should be embarrassed. I don't know why I kissed you like that, but I don't regret it. It just seemed like the thing to do. I just don't go around acting on impulse like that. Don't know what got into me." "Well, can't say that I can complain," Dave said lightening the conversation added with a devilish snicker, "if it's any comfort to you, nothing got into you." That broke the ice. We all burst out laughing until we nearly cried. Susan just kept getting redder and shaking her head as we laughed, not believing what was just said. Susan blurted out, "Bob, you would be in big trouble if I wasn't married," then covered her mouth, full aware that it was the alcohol talking. "It's okay" Bob said, trying to keep the peace in the home of his hosts, which wasn't very hard recognizing our current state of altered happiness. Out of the blue he said "I've been faithful to Pamela, not that I haven't had opportunities. My office is full of lovely and willing, even sometimes very assertive women. "That's a tough job" I replied, adding "are they looking to fill any positions?" Susan elbowed me saying, "I know of a couple of positions you might like mister, if you could have your way with those willing women. Dream on buddy," then sat in my lap to give a big hug. As she stood to move to her chair, I saw that the top two buttons had become undone with all of her turning, exposing a lovely view of her breasts. I wondered if she would notice. But more, I wondered if Bob would notice. It took a moment, but then I say his eyes drawn to the exposed flesh and his smile softened when it was clear that he too was enjoying the view. Bob's chair was nearest the fire. "Let's see" I thought, and got up to stir the fire again. And, to see what view Bob had from his location. I stirred the fire and stood, turning toward Susan to make (not so) innocent conversation, and to check the view. From where I was standing, and Bob was sitting, we could see Susan's left breast in full view, and most of her right breast as well. Susan was sitting there, completely unaware of her exposure and our mutual viewing pleasure. I'm not sure why, but it was exciting to know that another man was admiring my wife, in my presence. "Where was this headed?" I wondered recklessly, and a certain part of me wanted to really know how far we would test the limits. I recalled Susan's obvious excitement with the "other man: fantasy, but like most fantasies, they are best left as fantasy. I certainly didn't want to mess with a good relationship. Bob looked at me with a certain wariness, knowing what he was seeing, and wondering if I noticed too when I was near the fire. I looked back, confident in my decision to take an adventure with this new found friend. "She could certainly do worse," I thought, and let my own fantasy begin to develop now that all the payers were here and the momentum of the moment was gathering. Bob seemed to relax, almost understanding the direction this was headed, and the unspoken intention. Again, the sexual tension was filling the room, and both Bob and I knew why. Susan, unaware, but enjoying the attention got up to re-position in the chair, curling her legs underneath. As she did so, another button unfastened at waist level and her top opened completely for a fleeting moment "Oh my!" she said "My boobs are showing," then pulled the fabric only slightly together, but not bothering to button the top. There was a ribbon of skin showing between the fabric. "Sorry guys, but this feels so good. Between the champagne and the warmth of the fire, I could care less at this very moment." She paused realizing that we both had been admiring the view. " You two!" she chastised, "why didn't you tell me my top was opened?" She then playfully glared, "You knew all the time didn't you. Both of you.... Men!" We shrugged our shoulders without reply, grinning sheepishly like a couple of adolescent boys caught peeping. "Yeah, I have to admit, it was a beautiful view, right Bob?" His expression showed that he was now full aware that I had observed him looking. "Well... busted. Caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I suppose you could say," he confessed. But I must agree, it was a beautiful view. You are lovely to look at, Susan" he added. "Too bad it was over too soon," he stated, now emboldened by our openness. "Too bad our champagne is all gone," Susan said regretfully, changing the subject. But added wistfully "Dave, do we still have more brandy? I could use a little more fire inside me, and the night is still young, even if it is 1:30." I detected some playfulness, and Susan's willingness to pursue this 'more than a little' further. "But how far?"I wondered, "And, how far did I want it to go?" I asked myself. "We have more than half a bottle," I replied and stood to offer a pour to Susan first. As she extended her glass, her now unbuttoned top opened again. Not nearly as far as before, but enough to show a generous amount of her chest and the enticing swell of both breasts. Certainly more than she would show in public, or even within the comfort of close friends at home. I poured more for Bob then poured myself an equally generous amount of brandy, then still standing raised my glass in then customary "cheers". Bob and Susan did likewise. As Bob stood it was clear that the belt of his robe had loosened considerably, allowing the robe to open, barely concealing his mid-section. The robe was open to his waist and again from the thighs down. But Bob was standing comfortably, glass raised as we waited for Susan to stand. Susan leaned forward to rise out of the big comfortable chair. As she stood, the remaining bottom button of her top loosened allowing her top to open completely, exposing both breasts. Oblivious to her exposure, she held her glass high as we all toasted. Bob and I took a sip and both looked at Susan who was savoring the flavor of her first sip much as before. Still standing, she lowered her glass to waist height, then opened her eyes, only to see two men obviously enjoying the pleasure of her near nakedness from the waist up. Susan turned to place her glass on the table between her chair and Bobs, then turned back to us without saying a word. She allowed the satin top to slide off her shoulders. Then looking me in the eyes said "Bob, I love you. Please stop me if you don't want this to happen. I would understand. I know you know what I want right now. " She placed her hands on the sides of my face and kissed me gently as I sat back down in the recliner. I nodded approval. Susan turned towards Bob who was standing only two feet away and watching this exchange between us. Bob's face was blank, his eyes shifting back and forth between myself and Susan. "It's okay, this is something I would like to see," I said, then settled into the chair as an audience of one. Bob extended his hands to Susan's shoulders as she neared. Susan took the tie of his robe and loosed it more allowing the robe to open. His cock was already beginning to rise, and quickly rose to full erection as she ran her fingertips along the full length. Bob's hands trailed down her shoulders and onto the sides of her breasts, continuing to the curves of her hips where they came to rest. Bob pulled her close and her hands slid around his waist, and onto the curve of his tight butt. Susan's back was to me and I could see Bob glance my way seeking approval to proceed. I took another sip of my brandy and nodded in approval. Bob loosened the tie to Susan's satin bottoms, and used his hands to slide them over her hips. I felt myself fully harden when her naked and very familiar ass came into view. However, the circumstances were far from familiar. Susan, now completely naked, lowered herself to her knees and again surrounded Bobs cock with her slender fingers, one hand above the other covering the full length of his shaft. Susan loosened her hair allowing it to fall over her hands and Bob's cock. I saw her lean forward licking only the head of his cock, then lower her lips over the moistened head. Bob's eye were closed, as she removed one hand, taking more of him into her mouth. She stroked the lower portion of his shaft with the other hand, holding her mouth over more than one half of his cock. She rose leaving a glisten trail of saliva, then again took him again, this time farther. The action was repeated over and over, the tempo quickening, until she pulled away "I have to have you inside me!" she exclaimed. Susan turned to face me with an lusty animal look in her eyes, and placed her hands on the arm of my chair. Her ass was exposed to Bob, much like it had been to me earlier in the shower. "Do it!" she commanded, and closed her eyes as Bob filled her with one easy push. Susan moaned, clearly in momentary discomfort, since Bob was clearly much larger than she was accustomed to. I could tell that she was so wet from the sound they made as his hips slapped savagely against her ass. Susan opened her eyes, only inches away from my face, looked straight into my eyes and mouthed, "I love you baby. Thank you." At that very moment Bob erupted into her, grabbing her hips firmly with both hands, straining and pressing himself even harder against her. Susan gasped, closed her eyes and collapsed forward pressing her face into my chest. Short gasps signaled her orgasm, while Bob's own orgasm subsided. I held one arm around her shoulder and cradled her head against my chest with the other until her breathing recovered. Bob sat down in the chair next to us, not even bothering to put on his robe. He looked at me as if to make sure this really was okay, and I looked his direction, nodding briefly, before returning my attention to Susan. Susan, still naked, and Bobs' cum dripping from her pussy, climbed into my lap, nestling her head into my neck. The feeling at that moment was almost surreal, recognizing that my wife had just has sex with another man right in front of me. No anger, no guilt, all of us fully aware of what had just happened. "Are you guys okay?" Bob inquired sincerely, and waited patently for a reply. I'm not sure what kind of a reply he was expecting since this had happened so quickly. I think Susan was waiting for my reply, to confirm my approval of the event. "Yeah, I'm okay, " I said. "That was so sexy. We've never done anything like this before, but everything just seemed so right." Susan spoke next without hesitation said, "You are so hot! Pamela is one lucky woman, and so am I . But I have the best husband in the world, and would never think of leaving him for a moment, not even for you. I don't think this would ever happen again, or at least it is something that could not be planned. If the moment was right, something unexpected," she added with a twinkle in her eye, " I might be open to possibilities." Bob wrapped the robe around his shoulders, but left it open a making only a mild effort to cover himself. "Pamela," he sighed, "she can't ever know, or at least not unless the timing is right." We all agreed, and each of us wondered when and how the time would be right in our own dirty little minds. The three of us stood and hugged together, sealing our solemn oath, with no concern of the shared naked flesh. Susan kissed Bob on the cheek, I will never forget this. Thank you," she said, then still quite naked and unashamed, turned to embrace us both again. "Happy New Year," she giggled before breaking the embrace. We all headed upstairs, Bob leaving to snuggle with his still blissfully drunk and unaware Pamela. "We have some unfinished business mister," Susan said , still naked as we entered our bedroom. She closed the door and stopped the turn and press herself against me. One by one, she unbuttoned my top, then lowered herself in front of my now thirty minute old erection. Oh yes," I responded as she took the head of my cock into her mouth,. "Some unfinished business indeed. This will be one unforgettable New Year." "Maybe, maybe not. You never know what might happen next year, do you?" Susan teased, before resuming her sucking. Well, nearly twenty years, and many memorable New Years Eves have passed with Susan. And, little did I know what pleasures my future held.