Our New Friends
This party was a little different than the others. Usually they involve just our
friends or some people from the office. But this time our hosts were only casual
acquaintances, so we only knew a few of their guests. Many of them were quite a
bit younger than we were, but that was fine with me because the younger women
were a lot more interesting than the usual cast of characters, and I think my
wife felt the same way (about the men, of course). The party had been going for
an hour or so, and I had volunteered to be the bartender. Cosmopolitans, one of
my specialties, were the most popular choice, especially among the women - and
particularly of my wife.
She was having a great time, and was making an effort to meet as many people as
possible. In fact, she was spending a lot of time with a group of 3 couples to
which I had not yet been introduced. The group included a hot little blonde in a
really short skirt and come fuck-me high heels, and her husband, a tall, young
looking guy with an ample head of jet black hair. Actually, she seemed to be
giving most of her attention to him, and it looked like he was returning the
favor.
After serving drinks for another 45 minutes, I needed to take a break to use the
bathroom. The downstairs guest bathroom was being used, so I went upstairs. It
was a little quieter there, away from the crowd and the loud music, and when I
entered one of the bedrooms, I heard a faint sound coming from back. I walked in
the direction of low voices that appeared to be coming from a sitting room off
the side of the master bedroom.
It was dark upstairs, and I didn't turn on the lights; I wanted to sneak up and
eaves-drop on what I figured would be an interesting conversation. I quietly
walked along the wall and stopped near the closet door. Carefully, I leaned over
to peek through door which was partially cracked open.
Although it was dark, the windows let in some light from the full moon, so I
could see the outlines of two people. I held perfectly still and held my breath.
Then a man said "I was watching you tonight, and I saw you watching me." A
woman's voice said "But we don't have time. Someone might find us here."
I recognized the voice; it was my wife. I looked into the room again, and I
could see the man's hand was on her shirt, rubbing her breast. She was wearing a
small black tank-top that night, without a bra. Her nipples poked through and
drew attention to her tight, round breasts. He was rubbing them, and my wife was
enjoying it.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I had to admit it turned me on. I
could barely resist pulling my own cock out while I watched my wife with this
stranger. I couldn't quite tell, but it looked like the man she was with was the
tall, dark-haired guy she had been talking to at the party. Peering closer, not
only was she not resisting, it looked like her hand was rubbing him in return.
I heard her say "no, I can't. What if someone finds us?" The man said "Don't
worry, I know what you want." Suddenly and quietly she got down on her knees and
started to unbuckle his belt. That took only a few seconds, and she proceeded to
unzip his trousers. His hands were in her hair, softly rubbing her head when she
reached in and pulled out his cock. She was slightly startled by its size,
almost 8 inches long and very thick. It was so big, in fact, that it wasn't
entirely rigid when she put her small hands around it. She put one hand on top
of the other, and began to pump it slowly while her tongue tasted his pre-cum on
the tip. Up and down she moved her hands, like she was operating a machine.
Then she said to him in a dark, dirty voice I had never heard her use, "I want
you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you." He positioned himself to the
edges her red lips, and she opened her mouth to engulf as much of him as
possible. She sucked the head of his cock first, but he couldn't resist the urge
to push it down her throat. He put his hand behind her head and fucked her face,
pumping it like he was fucking her cunt. She choked at first, but then adjusted
her breathing to smoothly accommodate his long cock.
One of her hands reached inside his pants, and the other was stroking his cock
into her mouth. My wife likes to hold a man's balls in her hand, and I was sure
that that was what she was doing. He put one hand on the back of her head, and
held her in place. He didn't say anything, and of course she couldn't, but they
were in total agreement on what they wanted. He wanted, needed to release his
balls into her, and she wanted him to do it.
In a few seconds, his rhythm settled in, and his backed began to arch a little.
Suddenly she stopped pumping him, and coughed a little as his cum spurted into
her throat and bubbled out onto her lips. She reached up to make sure not of his
jism spilled on her blouse, and caught a wad of the hot, sticky liquid in her
hand. When was done fucking her mouth, he pulled out and held his own cock in
front of my wife's face like a smoking gun. She leaned back, and looked at his
cock with an odd smile. Then she smeared the cum she had caught in her hand onto
her lips and tongue and finished her meal.
By this time, my cock was hard, throbbing, and in need of a release as soon as
possible. I moved away from the door without making any noise, and went back
downstairs. The guest bathroom was finally available, so I went in and locked
the door behind me. Obviously, my first instinct was to beat off and relieve the
pressure. But then I thought of my wife; after servicing the tall dude with the
big cock, she was undoubtedly going to need to be fucked hard, and I was just
the guy to do it. And then another idea occurred to me: The hot blonde in the
mini-skirt.
