New-Years Eve Party - Sex Stories

New-Years Eve Party

... splayed snatch was visible to anyone walking behind her, as high as her skirt rode. I smiled as I thought of what a total exhibitionist whore she had turned into; here I was, in our friends' dining room visible to anyone who would look up at us from the party, sucking on her tit and finger-fucking her. "Oh," she moaned, as her thighs started quivering, indicating the onset of a new orgasm. "That poor guy," she said, nodding towards the ninja and the big toga-wearer outside the window. "Should I have fucked him, too?" I jerked, nearly popping again. My wife has never cursed around me, not even during sex. "Well?" she asked. I could feel her quivering more now, so I added another finger. She gasped at the new intrusion, surely feeling stretched now with nearly my whole hand inside her. "I don't know if I'm up for it after you get done with me; I'm getting sore." I didn't answer, instead reaching for her other tit and popping it out into the open. She started trembling more. "Hmm," she breathed in my ear, "I've already sucked one guy off, and I let another fuck my pussy. Maybe I should let him take my ass." All my motion stopped. Not only had I never butt-fucked my wife, but she had never entertained the idea. This cock-whore across my lap whined and started moving her hips, trying to get my hands moving again, eager to cum. So she wants to get fucked in the ass, huh? Okay, let's see, I thought. I pulled my hand out of her cunt, split my fingers into twos and pressed them back ...

... into her; two in her pussy and two in her asshole. My slut stiffened at this unexpected intrusion, gasping in discomfort and pulling her tit away from my mouth. She rose up off the window sill, grabbed both of her tits and jerked wildly as a massive orgasm crashed over her. I held on to her, guiding her to my seat as I stood, blocking the view of her from the party below. "Hey, is Jen okay?" my best friend Erik called from the living room. "Yeah, she just tripped," I yelled back, quickly pulling up her top to cover her exposed tits. She was sprawled on the chair, legs spread and holding her crotch as her orgasm wound down. "She's not used to these heels." I thought about straightening her up more, but hell, she started this. If she doesn't care who sees her goodies, then that's her choice. I moved away from her, going down to the party, letting her recover on her own. Holding my drink, I joined in the conversation with the group. I looked up at the clock, surprised that it was nearly midnight. One half hour to go until the new year. Soon I noticed my wife come down the stairs, careful to keep her skirt from uncovering her bald slit. It was quite the evolution, being that we were lower than her, and had a good shot up her skirt as she descended from the dining room. She joined us, looking fresh and newly-made-up. She must have used the time to touch up her cosmetics, because she looked great. Thinking of what she did earlier tonight to those guys started to get me hard again. ...