8 comments/ 76278 views/ 23 favorites Early Christmas Party Ch. 01 By: MrMsScrewloose This is mainly true, somewhat embellished but precipitated by real events in our past. All this happened during that happy time of free love, in the days after The Pill freed women (and couples) from fear of pregnancy, and before AIDS and other STDs made everyone fear sex without wearing hazmat suits. We were not quite married when this happened. We were not quite engaged, even. We were living together and got married the next year. I learned about these events shortly after they happened. I will try to relate to you what she told me about her activities. I remember what she said quite keenly because it was so erotic at the time. We had played with others, a threesome here and there, but she had not cut loose with reckless passion as she did in this incident. I was fairly astonished by this tale, and thrilled and delighted, too. Who doesn't want to hear about his woman -- his honey, now his wife -- so burning with lust that she fucks with real abandon, takes all comers! Here's what happened, as she told me about it. I had to go out to the Coast the week before Christmas. Oh, rats. We were going to have a couple parties, host one and go to another. The place was already decorated and the food and wine already bought. She had started to prepare a fancy dinner for us, a private evening for just us before the party on the weekend, and was very disappointed when I left that morning. Yes, she would still have the party, maybe somewhat reduced in size, and hated that I would not be there. I was gone for almost a week. When I got back, and we were in bed cuddling, she told me about her adventures. I will try to capture most of this as she told me. The dialog isn't accurate, but the sense is there. She doesn't want to write it down herself, embarrassed or lazy or both. You should know that we had a slightly open relationship at the time, not a completely open one. There were several occasions when the two of us became three by adding another man to please her, and rarely one of us played with or even went to bed with someone else, usually when we were apart for a while on business trips, family visits, or whatever. We were entirely hetero, just a little loose around the edges, played around a lot, screwed around a little. So I was not the least upset, or even much surprised, when she told me that she had had a little fun while I was away. I was very turned on by it. It always excited me to hear how she got excited with men, how she got so sexually involved and got carried away and went further than she intended. She has told me about a lot of her prior sexual adventures before we met. That was a fun tradition we had in bed the first few years. This is one of her wild contemporary experiences that I didn't witness. I always wanted to know how she got felt up, or fingered, or fucked. What a wonderful thing, to know that your woman can be so consumed with lust that she just does what feels good! We guys are always accused of thinking with our little heads. I loved knowing that she would sometimes do the same, think with her little man in the boat. "If it moves, fondle it!" was the watchword of the time. How much fun she had this time made me crazy horny when she told me, and still does. This is more or less as she told it to me. I tried not to interrupt her too often. We were in bed, cuddling, feeling each other, playing, even screwing, while all this was being related. You'll see. --------------------- (Her story) When you got called away like that, in the middle of the day, and for the whole weekend we had planned, I was really bummed. I had started to prepare a fancy, romantic dinner for us. Fancy French, candles, champagne, the whole bit. It wouldn't keep, and I wasn't going to eat it alone, so I asked Jonathan from the office to join me. So he came over after work and we had dinner, amid the apartment covered with Christmas decorations, with the candles, the white wine first, the red wine with the beef, lots of wine. We got up to dance, both a little plastered but able to hold each other up. As we passed through the archway to the living room, he noticed the mistletoe on the arch and kissed me. It was nice. I was pissed at you for being away and feeling sorry for myself, so I kissed him back. And we kissed again, really kissed this time. So we danced and kissed some more and I opened up a dessert wine, too. I was leaning against the wall of the archway drinking my wine, and he kissed me again. Only this time, his hand came up from my waist to my breast. I was a little shocked, I'm sure I gasped and flinched, but I didn't really want to remove his hand. I wanted a man's hands on me that night, so I didn't object, just enjoyed the sensation as he fondled me. When he pinched my nipple, the sensation went straight down to my panties. I moaned my pleasure as we kissed. You know how it makes me jump when you play with my nipples like that. I guess I was a little hornier than I thought. We finished our wines, moved to the sofa, and started making out seriously. I didn't want to stop. I was wishing that you were there with me, but you weren't. Love the one you're with, right? ("Did he instigate it, or did you? Did you go further with him?") Yes, I went further. We went a lot further. He sort of seduced me, but I admit I was very willing. I was eager, even. I wanted to play. This was fun. Relax, I'll tell you. (We were lying in bed, so I started to fondle her breast seriously to go along with the story.) We kissed with growing passion, held each other tight and ran our hands all over each other. He unbuttoned my dress -- I still had on my clothes from work -- and got into my bra. I felt his back and his butt and eventually worked around to his crotch to feel his hardness. He felt up my leg, up under my dress, way up, cupped my pussy. I opened my legs to let him know he was welcome there. I was hot by that time, I pushed my pussy up into his hand, he pressed harder into me. Even through my pantyhose and panties I could feel his fingers separating my lips and pressing into me. He ran his hand up to my waist and got inside the pantyhose. Oh, god, he's going to get into me. His fingers are hot on my belly. He moves down inside my bikinis. I can feel him tickling my fur. His fingers slide between my lips, I jump when he scrapes my clit. It feels wet, he slides up and down, and oh, he pushes his finger into me! Go in, go in! Come into my cunt! I'm hot and wet and waiting! Come in! He pushed in and out, in and out, scraping my red hot clit, a jolt to my womb, with each stroke. And I came. I came hard. My pelvis reached for his hand. My muscles grabbed onto his fingers and pulled them into me, once, twice, more, again, again. . . . ("You came on his fingers? Still dressed? You were that horny? My horny honey!" She only uses the c-word when she is very turned on. She was dripping that night, apparently, and she was beginning to drip some more while talking about it.) Yes, sweetie, I guess I was hornier than I thought. I'm sorry, are you upset? I really wanted it. I thought you'd like it that I was such a horny bitch. I thought you'd be turned on. Oh, I see you are. And so there I was with a new, unfamiliar guy playing my body. And we . . . well, we didn't stop there. He started to take my pantyhose off and I helped him, with my hand and lifting my hips off the couch. My panties came off, too. And then his pants, both of us unbuckling, unfastening, pushing off, and then he was between my legs. My skirt just fell loose around my waist when I raised my knees. I saw his erection pointing straight out from his crotch, aiming right at my face. I pointed at it in mock horror and said as a joke, "Don't you point that thing at me! -- unless you really mean it!" I looked in his eyes and smiled. He understood. "Oh, I do mean it, I want to point it at you," he hissed. "I want to point it *in* you." "Ooh, yesssss!" I took it in my right hand and pulled it to me. I opened my lips with the other hand, I could feel how wet I was, I knew it would slide into me easily. I pulled the head till it touched the inside of my pussy. I let go as he pushed in, pushed his cock into me. Oh, god, that felt good. I wanted a cock in me! I really wanted to be fucked, and I was. I put my arms and legs around him and pulled him as far into me as he could go. I held him tight for a minute, getting used to the sensation, a new man on me and a new cock in me. Then I pushed my hips up and down on his shaft and he started to pump away. Fucking in and out of me. It was good, and strange, and wonderful, a new cock in my hot cunt! I was hot as a pistol. With my eyes closed, I could smell a new smell of a man on top of me, and I could feel a different cock plunging into my body. I was climbing and climbing. But he came before I could come again. It was okay, I enjoyed every second of it. I felt him pumping his juice into my honey pot again and again. God, I love that feeling, of you shooting into me. Of a man shooting into me, any man, any hot, hungry male. I love to feel that deep in my belly. Mmmmm. ("Oh, god, honey, he came in you? You let him come in your pussy?") Yes, of course I did, sweetie. He came in me, he came in your girlfriend's cunt. I took him deep into my body -- she! -- she took him deep into her body and sucked the life out of him, pulled his juice deep into her pussy. Mmmmm. (I was going crazy listening to her. This was real adult fucking she was describing. I had been fondling her breasts and her pussy, and now got much more serious. I slid my finger into her and twirled it around her sensitive parts. "He came in here? You took his cum here inside your goodies? Made this even creamier than it is now? Is that it?" I asked.) Oh, yes, he fucked me, he fucked your girlfriend, put his hard dick into your girlfriend's juicy cunt and shot into her. And there's more. We moved to the bedroom. In here. Right where we are now. On our bed. I moved in here with his cum dripping down my leg, smearing on my thighs as I walked. I took my dress and bra off so he could see all of me, cupped my pussy, pushed a finger in to get some of that juice, rubbed it on my nipple and licked it off my finger as sexily as I could. My thighs were shiny with his sperm all over them. He liked what he saw. You would have liked it, too, watching me do that, cum run down my leg, watching me pluck it out and rub it on my tits, suck my cummy finger like a little dick. I wanted more of it, too. His sweater and shirt were off in a shot. We climbed under the covers to stay warm. Then we started to make love seriously. I could feel all of him, skin to skin. Our naked bodies intertwined, we kissed, hard, his leg between mine, mine between his. He reached for my sex, and I reached for his. He was hard again, and I was still blazing hot. No question that he could just slide in easily this time, I was so lubricated and still dripping his come from the first time. And he did, he slid into me again, and I felt his hardness deep inside me, filling my slippery cunt with his hot rod. And he pushed into me and I pushed back, and we pumped slowly like that for minutes, I don't know how long. Then I felt him get even larger and harder and he moved more urgently, and I knew he was going to come again. I clamped my legs around him hard to pull him in, I hissed in his ear, "Come in me! Come! Come! Fuck me hard!" And he did. And he came again. He lay on me, exhausted, I think he fell asleep for a couple minutes. He shrank and fell out of my vagina. I oozed and leaked cum, I could feel it running down my ass, I dripped all over the sheets. I hadn't come again, and I was still crazy horny. I got up, went to the bathroom, peed, dripped out a lot, cleaned up the area, and went back to bed. "You didn't come, did you?" he asked. He moved on top of me again, we kissed, he slid down between my legs, started kissing my breasts, then farther down, he kissed and tongued my navel, my belly. He got all the way down to my crotch. He pushed my thighs way back to my breasts so he could get at my sex with his mouth. I grabbed behind my knees and I held my own legs up and open for him. He started gently to kiss the area, then opened up my labia to kiss my inner lips, lick my vagina, lick my clit. Oh, god, he licked my clit so well, he sucked it, wiped it with his tongue, pulled it with his lips. He pushed fingers into me, too, and twirled them around while nibbling my button. In a couple minutes, I came, screaming. If the neighbors were home, they surely heard. And if they know you were away, then they know that I was coming with someone else. I was drunk and horny and lonely and hot, I didn't care. (I was pushing my fingers hard into her while she was telling me this. She was almost moaning the story, the sentences not completely coherent. I pinched her nub with my thumb and forefinger, and she was getting hot, maybe not so hot as that night with Jonathan eating her box, but hot enough to tell me all.) He was hard again, from putting his face in my cunt, from eating me, from hearing me scream my pleasure, whatever. I rolled him onto his back, crawled on top of him, spread my legs around his hips. "Now *I* will fuck *you*, boy!" I sat up, moved my pussy above his hard dick, and settled down onto it. Oh, that's such a wonderful feeling, being able to control how far and fast a hot rod comes into me. I went down a little, up a little, down some more, half a dozen times, teasing him before he was all the way into me. Finally I sat down on his cock, hard, pushed it all the way into me, as far as it would go. I could feel it way up in my belly, god, I love that. Then I moved around and around, stirring it inside. I like to move around more than up and down, the combination gets me wild hot, you know this, my clit scraping on the guy's pubic hair and pumping his rod in and out. My love button and my fuck-tube cooperated, and I came again, a little. He did, too, a little. It was the third time for me in a couple hours. I collapsed on him. He pulled the covers up to keep me warm. We both fell asleep for a few minutes, he was still inside me. When he shrank and fell out, I felt more cum dripping out of me, it tickled and woke me up. Many Kleenex later, we were both more or less cleaned up. I chased him out so his car wouldn't be here all night for the neighbors to see. Before he left, I asked him if he would come back tomorrow night to help me with the party preparations. You were still going to be away. And, well, maybe we could have some more fun, too. ("And did he?") Oh, yes. You bet. That's another story. I'll tell you tomorrow. (And that was it for that day. We went at each other like fiends, the images of that tale bouncing around in our heads; she remembering that new man in her pussy, I visualizing his fingers and member sliding into her, her opening up her legs and her labia for him. Makes me crazy to this day.) Early Christmas Party Ch. 02 This is mainly true, somewhat embellished but precipitated by real events in our past. All this happened during that happy time of free love, in the days after The Pill freed women (and couples) from fear of pregnancy, and before AIDS and other STDs made everyone fear sex without wearing hazmat suits. We spent most of the next day in bed. Got up for breakfast and then back under the covers. I implored her to tell me what else happened, and this is what she told me. We stayed warm by cuddling and turning on and playing and screwing and napping, all day. This story came out in pieces over a few hours. I remember it as she told me. How could I forget such a turn-on? ------------- (Her story) He told me he had drinks planned with friends, but would come over later. When he showed up, he had two friends with him. A little surprise. I had expected just him, so I had dressed appropriately. By appropriate I mean sexier than I would ever dress in the office, deliberately to show off my attributes: tight sweater, short skirt, expensive silky pantyhose, perfume, fancy underwear, the whole bit. Yes, I had been expecting to go to bed with him again that night. These two guys were in town for Christmas seeing their parents. They were the "drinks after work" that he had scheduled. No problem, we stretched the food a little, and there was plenty of wine since you had stocked up for the party. The decorations and prep went much more quickly with extra hands. After they noticed the mistletoe on the arch to the kitchen, we all tried it out. Pretty innocent at first, just nice little kisses. And then the joints came out! Christmas joints, big ones, that the boys had brought from California. After the first one, candles replaced all the lights. Just seemed the right mood. Jonathan and I sat on the sofa; the boys sat in the chair and on the floor. I keep calling them "boys." That's wrong. They're older than we are, they're his age, friends from college. Their names? Well, to preserve anonymity in case we ever run into them again, I'll shouldn't say. Let me call them Able and Baker. They were both pretty cute, dressed nicely in jackets and ties. So, Able sat on the floor, Baker in the chair. Yeah, I was a little concerned about my short skirt with two guys sitting opposite me staring at my legs, but not much. Much wine, good grass, many laughs. We were all buzzed after the second joint went around. Or was it the third? Jonathan got another bottle of wine and brought the mistletoe back with him. He held it over my head, leaned over and kissed me. Deeply this time, a long time, with lots of tongue. Ooh, I liked that. And I'm sure it showed. Able and Baker both came over to kiss me in turn. They expected the same intense French kiss that Jonathan got. And they got it, we were all feeling happy and friendly from the grass and all. Then Jonathan kissed me again, long and deeply. Only this time his hand came down from my shoulder to cover my breast. Whoa! Openly touching me like that? They can see that! Wait a minute! Did he tell these guys over their drinks earlier that we had been intimate? I took his wrist and tried to move it down. "What are you doing? They can see." I whispered to him. He whispered back, "It's okay, babe, we're just having a little fun here." He squeezed my breast again. "Let's put on a little show for the boys." I wasn't interested in showing off, but it felt good, and I didn't exactly resist. In for a penny, in for a pound. He pulled me to him, and kneaded my breast hard, and played with my nipple poking out. Now the boys really did expect the same. While Jonathan got more wine, Able split the mistletoe into pieces and taped them up above all the arches. You couldn't get out of the living room without going under one of them. When Jonathan came back in, Able pointed up to it. Jonathan insisted that I come over to kiss him, being the only female in the group. So I did. And then Able did. And then Baker. No matter who went anywhere, somebody passed under some damned piece of mistletoe somewhere and I had to kiss somebody. Did I mind? Not much. As I said, we were all happy and friendly and having a good time. These kisses weren't just pecks, by this time they lasted half a minute and swapped a lot of spit. Then it changed again. Baker felt me up when we were kissing, openly. He pushed me back against the wall and put both hands on my boobs. Now everyone could not help seeing. I squirmed and struggled a bit, but to be honest it felt good. I was pretty horny by that time, kissing and hugging these three men over and over. So when he felt me up openly like that, I put my arms around his neck and held him tight. He pushed his hips into mine, too. I could feel that he was hard. Wow, this was getting serious. I should have done the arithmetic then: one girl, three guys; three outies for my one innie. After that, things got serious. Able and Baker sandwiched me at one point, and I could feel that they were both hard. Baker behind me held both my boobs, Able in front of me kneaded my ass and pulled my skirt up to get at it. We moved back over to the sofa, Jonathan on one side and Baker on the other, both kissing me and playing with my breasts. Another joint came out. Able sat on the floor in front of me playing with my legs, staring up my skirt and trying to spread me open. A guy ogling at my underwear was the least of my problems, given that two other guys were mauling my boobs. Time was slowing down, and I had tunnel vision from the grass. I could feel and smell and taste intensely. My whole body had the munchies. I knew where this was going. I immersed myself in the sensations. I wanted what I wanted and I didn't want to stop until I got it. Jonathan got even more serious, running his hand up my thigh and up under my skirt. I let Able spread my legs more to make it easier for Jonathan to reach into my crotch. He reached it and cupped my mound. I was hot and wet. I'm sure he felt how red hot damp I was. Everyone was watching him play with my sex, he pushed his fingers hard into me. I pushed back hard, too, it felt wonderful to have a hand on my sex. My sweaty pantyhose and panties were all that kept him from opening my lips and getting into my vagina. So he reached up to my waist and down inside the pantyhose. Then inside my panties. Oh, jeez, it was going to be just like last night, only tonight I was expecting it, I was asking for it the way I was dressed. And I had an audience. That was it, no turning back. Right over my crotch, into the hair, he split my lips with his finger and found my clit. I screamed with pleasure. Able was kissing me and he heard and felt and inhaled my cry. I jerked my pussy up at the hand on my crotch to feel it more, and again, and again. His finger slid down from my clit to the opening of my sex hole, and then curled and pushed in! In me! In me! Oh, god, I'm being finger fucked right in front of the others. My hips jerked up again, I cried, I swooned, I wanted to be penetrated and I was! Deeper! I almost came. Maybe I did come a mini-orgasm. How could I not? One man kissing me hard and feeling my breasts and playing with my nipples, sending electric shocks down to my crotch. Another spreading my legs open, kissing my thighs and looking into my privates, watching the third man snake into my body. And the third, inside my clothes, inside my underwear, on my mound, on my bush, on my privates, inside my hole! Drilling me, his fingers inside my cunt, bathed in my hot juices, sawing into me while I push my fuck tube up onto his fingers to feel them deeper in me, fucking myself on his probing digits! I came, loudly, my cunt muscles grabbing at his fingers that were sliding deep into me. God, they all heard me, felt me, they were all over me, hands everywhere, feeling me spasm and clench and writhe under their touches. Able cleared off the coffee table. Nice warm wood, thank god. They moved me over onto the table. I was just floating. My sweater was pulled up, my bra unclasped, too. Baker did that, I guess, because Jonathan and Able were pulling off my pantyhose and panties. Part of my mind was saying No, but my body was screaming Yes! I lifted my arms and my hips to help them at both ends. My breasts and my sex were completely exposed and available to them. Baker was kissing my nipples and my mouth alternately. Jonathan pulled my hips to the edge of the table and buried his face in my crotch, spread my labia, locked his mouth on my opening and then my clit. He licked and sucked, stuck a finger back into me. Able joined him inside me, too. Two men finger fucking me at the same time, and one of them eating my clit! I was still half dressed, but, god, I was hot, crazy, out of control. I didn't come again, but I was massively lubricated and hot to trot. Jonathan dropped his pants. I was holding onto the table over my head waiting to be fucked. Able and Baker pulled my legs up so that my knees were almost at my chest. I was completely wide open to be penetrated, my pussy must have looked like a drooling mouth waiting for a hot flesh popsicle to slide between its lips. And he did. Jonathan aimed his hard cock at my pussy, touched its head to my inner lips, then pushed slowly into me. Aaahh! That feeling when a cock first pushes into my sex! I was folded like that, my sex tube contracted, he got deep into me, pushed past my cervix, stretched the back of my cunt to its limit up in my belly. He started pumping in and out, delicious, what a delicious feeling, that hot rod sliding deep in up to its limit, pulling out a few inches, then back in, hard. Again and again. He went faster and I knew he was going to come. I pushed my hips up as far as I could to get him deepest inside me, and he came, I felt his seed shooting into me, filling the back of my pussy hole. You should have seen me! Folded in half like that, half naked, three guys holding me down, their hands and mouths all over me! My legs in the air, split wide open like that, my cunt pointed up at them, gaping, filled with cock, filled with cum, three cocks and three mouths and six hands all over me! Wild with passion, wild with raw sex, moaning and screaming fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I just wanted hot dick shoved into me! He didn't have time to soften before Able was pushing him away wanting his turn. I just stayed where I was, legs wide and folded up, box wide open, holding the table and Baker behind me. My cunt was presented to his view and his tool for his enjoyment. He showed me his cock, it was much larger than I was accustomed to. He laid it against my labia, then pushed in slowly. Slowly, my vagina, as juicy as it was, had to stretch to accommodate him. He reached the bottom and pushed in even farther than Jonathan before him. Then slowly he slid out and back in and out and in. I was going crazy. I had never felt so fucking full before. I wanted it to be in me but when it was all the way in it almost hurt and I wanted it to back out. And it did, back and forth, slowly, hard full and then less full then hard full again. He didn't fuck me more than a couple minutes, I'm not sure I could have taken more than a couple minutes, pleasure and pain and more pleasure. He groaned and pushed in hard, all the way, and squirted into me five, six, seven times, maybe more. He relaxed a minute, softened a little, pulled slowly out with a pop. I felt cum leaking out of me, even in the position I was in with my cunt pointed almost straight up. Down my ass, onto the table and rug, I didn't care. It was Baker's turn to fuck me. He was more involved. After he slid into me, he bent down to kiss me, put his cheek on mine, whispered to me, 'You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. I wish you were mine. I love feeling your body. Fucking you is so wonderful.' He kept that up for several minutes, fucking into my slippery cunt, hissing love in my ear, fucking faster and faster, and finally he came. I felt it less than the others because my pussy was stretched out and liquid and maybe a little numb from yards of cock pushed into it. When he pulled out, they let my legs down, slowly, boy my hips hurt from being folded up like that for so long and being banged into hard by these large males. I lay there for a while, I could feel the cum dripping out, down my ass. My crotch was cold where I was sweaty from the sex and warm where the hot sperm flowed down my lips and cheeks and thighs. Somebody helped me up and handed me a wine. Boy, that tasted good. I finished the glass and he handed me another. I just sat there drinking, looking at the guys, making a puddle between my legs from the three of them. Jonathan took my glass, pulled me up to hug me and wanted to dance. I put my arms around his neck and swayed with him. Cum was running out of me, my thighs were slick, completely covered, I should have been embarrassed but I didn't care. My skirt was still on, covering the honey pot, source of all those fluids. They put all that goo in me, they shouldn't be surprised when it seeps out. He danced me over to the mistletoe again -- remember the mistletoe, where all this started? -- kissed me gently. He told me what a wonderful woman I was, how beautiful, how sexy, incredibly sexy, how he would have trouble keeping his hands off me in the office. He played with my ass, pulled my hips into his, pulled my skirt up to feel my bare butt. He said that we should all go into the bedroom and cuddle for a while and see what happens. I agreed. We all went into the bedroom and shed our clothes. We made stops in the bathroom to pee and clean up a little. Then we crawled under the covers, laughing and tickling. It was a little awkward for the guys, I think, they didn't want to touch each other, only me. We settled on one guy on each side of me and one between my legs sort of on top of me. The one in the middle started things going again. I was kissing everyone, and they all had their hands on my boobs, but only the one lying on top of me had access to the goodies. This was different from the living room. This was stone cold, calculating, hot sex, if that makes sense. I wanted to revel in all that flesh, have them all over me, enfold me in their arms and legs, and penetrate me deep. I wanted to fuck them all, I wanted all of them to fuck me and keep on fucking me until I just couldn't do it anymore. I wanted to be filled, with finger and tongue and dick and cock and penis and phallus and hand and elbow and anything else that would fit. I was so open and so wet and so yearning to be pumped. Stoned hot. Oh, god, it was wonderful. Jonathan got into me first in this missionary position. He ate me for a short time before he slid up to my chest and his cock slid into my cunt again. He fucked me longer than the first time, no surprise, then squirted his hot sauce into my body. Baker went next, was very gentle again, he made love to me, with little foreplay admittedly, but gently and smoothly. He didn't take long either. Able was more of a problem. By this time, my sex was hot and a little sore. Juicy as hell. It would have been impossible to get A's dick into me if I weren't already thoroughly lubricated by so many loads of cum. I wanted that big dick, I wanted to feel it inside me stretching me again. I rolled him over onto his back and climbed on. It was a little painful to push my hole down onto him. Painful but delicious. I sat down onto his cock very slowly. But eventually I got it all in. Hard as a rock. They watched me swallow it all into my body. I kept my eyes closed so I could feel it. I could feel the head of his cock way up inside my belly, halfway up to my navel. I leaned on his chest and started stirring it around, moving round and round more than up and down, frankly because it hurt to push down onto it. And my clit liked being scraped by his pubic hair and mound. Able and Baker and Jonathan all had their hands on me, holding my swaying boobs, pushing my hips around, one hand down on my butthole pushed a finger in and that was thrilling. Baker reached down in my crotch to get his fingers on my clit while I was actively fucking Able, and that -- pinching my clit and probing my butt and a big dick fucking my insides -- all of them together made me come again, wildly, I screamed and this time there was no kiss to hold my cry in so the whole neighborhood probably heard this woman being fucked within an inch of her life. I collapsed on his chest. He kept moving a while until he came, too. I was exhausted. I slept for several minutes. I woke when his dick softened and fell out and all that cum flowed out of me again. I rolled off to the side and curled up between two of them. When I woke up, I was covered but alone. My pussy was sore. My hips were sore. My knees were sore. I was a little bruised all over just from being handled and moved around and held so much. I hobbled off to the bathroom to sit and pee and drip. The place was clean! All cleaned up, as though no orgy had just taken place there! Their clothes were gone. My clothes were laid out neatly over a chair instead of dumped all over. The food and drink and plates and glasses and the mess of this little gathering were all cleaned up in the kitchen. There was a nice note on the sofa, covering the pussy juice stains. "Thank you for the wonderful evening. We all love you." Signed by all three guys. There was a separate note in the bedroom containing all their phone numbers, hint, hint. As I walked around, their cum was still oozing down my legs. I enjoyed the feeling of the slick man juice oiling my thighs as they brushed together when I walked. Lordy, I got fucked six times and eaten twice, yes, a wonderful evening. I did wonder how I would explain it to you, to my to-be-husband, that I let three men have sex with me. Oh, I didn't just let them, I *wanted* three men to have sex with me, I wanted three men to fuck your to-be-wife, all of them, use your girlfriend as their sex doll, put their cocks in her -- in me! -- and come in her cunt -- my cunt! your girlfriend's cunt! the cunt that will be yours as my husband! -- over and over again like that. And that I enjoyed it immensely, and loved their warm sticky semen flowing down my legs right then. I went back to bed and played with myself. Cupped my breasts, slightly sore from so much handling. Pulled my nipples. Pinched my clit. Slid three fingers into my vagina as deep as I could reach. I thought about getting one of the dinner candles to help me, but I was too tired to get up. I came twice before falling asleep for the night. In the morning, there was a wet spot on the sheets, and another one on the coffee table, and a little one on the sofa. I decided not to clean them up too much so that you could see the evidence that your honey had been thoroughly fucked, that men had used her body and come in her repeatedly. And then I would tell you about it, as I'm doing right now. -------------------------------------------------- (When she retells the story now, she is clear about how they used her and how she not just cooperated but loved it, how she swallowed them like a hungry animal. She tells me about it to turn me on for our mutual benefit. We're in bed, and she taunts me with this story of her wild night of sex, feeling and fucking and more fucking and more fucking and orgasm and screaming with pleasure. God, I love this woman.) "Yes, they all kissed your wife under the mistletoe, your not-so-innocent little wife, and then they all kissed her over on the sofa, and then they felt her up, fondled your wife's breasts, tweaked her nipples, and she minded a little but not enough, and then they ran their hands up under your wife's skirt and between her legs, and she minded more but enjoyed it too and turned on, and turned on to the idea of getting laid, of getting fucked good and hard, and of getting fucked by all three of the men. And your wife opened her legs for them so they could feel her sex, and they got inside her pants and into her slit and between her lips and into your wife's fuck hole, and they invaded her body with their fingers, and they licked her with their tongues, and she let them take her panties off, helped them uncover her sex, and let them stick their cocks into your wife's pussy, into her hot cunt, hot, dripping, wanting to be penetrated by male parts, so hot that she couldn't wait to undress, she just pulled her skirt up and opened her legs and pulled them back to her breasts to leave her cunt open for the deepest penetration possible, and they all took it, all slid their cocks into her, pushed their long cocks into your wife's body and shot their hot spunk deep into her. Early Christmas Party Ch. 02 "And they stripped all her clothes off and she invited them to have her again. Your wife spread her legs for three men on your marital bed and took them into her cunt again and again, spread wide open for them, jumped on them, sat on their upright flesh poles, lowered her cunt onto their cocks, scraped her clit on their fuck meat until she came again and took more of their fuck juice into her womb. "I let three men use my body any way they wanted, kiss me and feel me anywhere, all over, I let them use my tits and my cunt as their toy for hours, put their fingers and tongues and dicks in my fucktube all night. They used me as their sex toy for hours and hours, and I wanted it. Your wife got her brains fucked out by a co-worker and two strangers and loved it! You like that? I *loved* it! I melted for it. I'm melting remembering it. I'd do it again right now if they were here. "And that turns you on incredibly to hear about it, to hear how wanton your wife was with three men, two of them strangers at that, how she was so turned on that she abandoned all those vows and gave her sex to other men and loved it. And here on the bed sheets and the sofa are the stains where the cum of three men, six loads of it, dripped out of her puss, oozed down her thighs past her knees, and she loved the feel of the warm spunk sliming her thighs as she rubbed them together the next morning, her lips all messy, her bush matted with white goo, thighs slick and shiny, she almost hated to shower to wash it off, she wanted you to come home early and see it on her." (That's just one of the wonderful stories of our past. I can't tell you how turned on hearing this makes me, then and now, decades later. "Harder than Chinese arithmetic" for sure!)