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24/10/2009
Hi, this is Dan, again. Been kinda busy around here, so I haven’t had much time to write. However, this is a story that follows the “New Year’s Party” story.
Vicky and I finally made it to 2009. Vicky had her 29th birthday on New Year’s Day and we started swapping on a pretty regular basis with Cindy and Tom, who live across the road from us. Most Friday evenings Vicky and I went out to D.C.’s, the bar near us. We’d have dinner and a few drinks and later on Tom and Cindy would arrive. Tom likes to play pool and so does Vicky, so they became regular 8-ball partners in D.C.’s poolroom. When she went out, Vicky usually wore either a short skirt or really short, tight shorts, even in the winter. Since she never wore underwear, her pool shots were a joy to behold, and every week all the guys in D.C.’s poolroom were beholding.
While they were playing pool, Cindy and I would sit at a table in the main room at D.C.’s and talk, drink, and play with each other. We tried to be somewhat discrete, but I’m pretty sure that at one time or another most of the regulars at D.C.’s saw my hand up Cindy’s dress or her hand inside my zipper. In any case, we didn’t really care. Everyone saw the four of us pairing off with the other’s spouse on a regular basis and knew what was going on. I’m sure some of them were envious.
Vicky and Tom were actually good pool players, so they won most of their games and therefore played most of the night, taking on challenger after challenger. They also won lots of drinks and occasionally some cash. They’d finally win and drink enough drinks that they were seriously trashed and some other team would beat them. Then, they’d either come into the bar and join Cindy and I or just leave together and go to Tom and Cindy’s house. In any case, I’d always spend Friday night at home with Cindy and Vicky would spend the night at Tom’s house. Sometime before noon on Saturday, the two girls would walk across the road and return to their own house and spouse.
Once or twice during the week, Cindy would show up at our house late at night and Vicky would go over to spend the night with Tom. Often Cindy would arrive while Vicky and I were fucking and would let herself in (by now, we’d exchanged house keys with each other) and wait. When we finally stopped making noise, she’d come into the bedroom and crawl into bed beside me. Shortly after that, Vicky would leave and go to Tom’s. Both of us would get fucked at least twice those nights – once by our spouse and once by our neighbor. This went on for about a month and made January about the most exciting and erotic time of my life.
Tom was planning a big Super Bowl party. He was being pretty secretive about it. Even Cindy didn’t know what he was planning or who he was inviting. She just knew he had arranged for lots food trays from a local market and had already stocked up on a bunch of beer, wine, and liquor. It sounded like a great time and Vicky and I had both arranged to take Monday off work so we could be there. Of course, I fully expected Vicky to spend the night with Tom and me with Cindy, but Vicky and I would arrive as a couple and we always liked going out together.
The first indication that there was any problem with our near-utopian life was around the end of the month, on one of those week nights when Cindy came over late. She crawled into bed beside me as usual and we started kissing and playing with each other. She seemed a little off that night, but I just put it down to her being tired. After Vicky left to go across the road to Tom’s, Cindy started crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking I had said or done something to upset her.
“Tom’s going to leave me,” she choked about between sobs. “He’s in love with Vicky.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard. “How do you know that?” I asked, thinking that maybe Cindy was just getting insecure because her husband was fucking my wife.
“He told me,” she answered. “Tonight after dinner, he told me that he has always been in love with Vicky and now that he ‘had her’ he wanted me to leave and Vicky to move in.”
I was taken back by this. I knew Vicky enjoyed fucking Tom. But for a couple of years she’s enjoyed fucking other men and had never fallen in love with them. But, whenever you let your wife spend time with another man, there’s always that possibility and I have to admit that some doubt started to creep up inside of me. Still, I didn’t want to believe it, so I just didn’t.
“Cindy, I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding somewhere. Maybe Tom was drunk or just fantasizing. I just don’t believe he and Vicky are having a love affair – sex, yes, but not love.” I tried to be convincing, to both her and me. I’m not sure I succeeded in either case.
“I don’t think there’s any misunderstanding, Dan,” she said. “Have you noticed anything different about Vicky?”
“No,” I replied, “she’s just like she’s always been. I know she likes fucking Tom, but when she comes back home the next day, she’s always still turned on and immediate crawls into bed with me. What’s happening in bed with you and Tom?”
“Nothing,” she cried. “Absolutely nothing. We haven’t had sex since he started sleeping with her on New Year’s Eve. He’s totally enthralled by her and wants nothing to do with me.”
I thought about that for a moment. “I’ll talk to Vicky when she gets home in the morning,” I promised. “Let’s see what her side of the story is before we jump to any conclusions.”
“Ok,” said Cindy. “I’ll wait ‘till you talk to Vicky.” She hesitated, then said, “I’m tired and upset. Would you mind much if we just cuddled tonight?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t mind.” Then I pulled her in close to me, kissed her lightly on the lips, and laid silently until she drifted off to sleep. I didn’t fall asleep for quite a while. Thoughts kept swirling around in my mind. Could Vicky be lying to me? Could she be hiding her real feelings for Tom? She had never done that before, and while I definitely had plenty of doubts in my mind, I finally fell asleep, convinced that she wasn’t lying to me now, either.
The next morning, Cindy left early to go home. She kissed me goodbye, but she still wasn’t in any mood to have sex. Since she had left so early, it was almost an hour before Vicky walked in the door. I was sitting in the living room watching the morning news on TV.
“Did you and Cindy have a fight?” Vicky asked, smiling. “I heard her banging around in the kitchen even before Tom and I had our morning fuck!”
I looked at her and smiled, “No, we didn’t have a fight. Come sit down. We need to talk.”
The smile on her face vanished. She sat on the sofa and curled up next to me. She kissed me, hard, and then said, seriously, “Husband, we don’t have a problem do we?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You’ll have to tell me. Cindy told me that last night Tom told her he was in love with you and wanted her to leave so you could move in.”
Vicky sat up and stared at me. “Dan, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I love you. Only you. Yes, I like fucking Tom, but I have NO desire to live with him. You have to believe me. This has been a fun time, but if this is causing us problems, it ends now. Please, Dan, believe me. I don’t love Tom. I only love you.”
I looked at her and the pain on her face convinced me. Whatever Tom had said to Cindy, it wasn’t the result of any affair with Vicky. I’m sure the relief showed on my face. I pulled her back close to me and kissed her, long and hard. Then I pulled back and looked at her again.
“Sweetie, have you had any indication that Tom is in love with you?” I asked.
She started to shake her head, then stopped. “Oh my God,” she said. “Several times while we were having sex he’s said things like, ‘I love you’, but I always thought he was just saying stuff during sex. He also would kiss me when I arrived or when I left and say he loved me, but again, I say that to friends all the time. I didn’t think that he meant he actually LOVED me!”
I kissed her again. “Did you ever tell him you loved him?”
I thought she was going to cry. “Oh, God, Baby. I said it, but I never meant it like that. I swear. He’s a friend. Obviously a close friend. I mean, I fuck him. So I told him I loved him, but I meant as a friend, nothing else. Oh, God. He’s taken it all wrong.”
Then she did start to cry. Just a little. Tears started to rolled down her cheeks. I kissed them away. “He’s obsessed with you. He thinks he’s in love with you. He wants to believe you’re in love with him. He’s taken everything you’ve said and turned it into his own fantasy. It’s not your fault.”
“So, what do we do? We can’t go to the party on Sunday. Not if he thinks I’m in love with him.”
“Well,” I said slowly, “we could go. I understand he’s planning to have a lot of people there. There are bound to be some unattached guys. You could attach yourself to one and brush Tom off. If you think you can do it.”
“What are you going to do,” she asked, thinking about my suggestion.
“I’ll stay with Cindy. He wants her out and I don’t want him taking it out on her when he realizes you’re not interested in him. I’ll bring her over here after the game. If you don’t leave with the guy you pick, you come over, too. Tom will end up spending his big night alone. Maybe after that, he’ll appreciate Cindy more.”
“Okay,” she said, hesitantly, “but I need to ask you for an honest answer, too.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Is there anything going on between you and Cindy that I should know about?” she asked me.
“Yes, actually, there is,” I said seriously. I waited for a moment, then said, “I’ve been fucking her for about a month now.”
Vicky burst out laughing. “You son-of-a-bitch. You had me scared with that serious look on your face.”
I pulled her towards me, kissing her and unsnapping her jeans. I pulled them off her, exposing her shaved, wet pussy. She had just come from a night with Tom and she still smelled of sex with him. That turned me on. It always turned me on knowing she had just fucked some other guy. I practically ripped her blouse off her, letting her 34C tits bounce free. Then I dragged her onto the floor in front of the sofa, and shoved my cock into her pussy.
Sex had never felt this good before. I liked fucking Cindy, but I loved Vicky. And when we were both on the same page about our life, like now, sex with her was nothing less than awesome. I fucked her hard, banging my groin against her so hard her ass bounced on the floor. I put my mouth on her pierced nipples and sucked hard, pulling with my head so her tits stretched out from her chest. I’m sure it hurt, but she just wrapped her legs around my ass and kept flexing her thighs, pulling me into her harder and harder.
I bit her nipple. She said, “Ow,” once, then said, “harder, bite me harder.” So I did. I bit until I drew blood. Just a drop or two, but enough to make her scream, “Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuck me…”, until she came. I felt her body spasm, then my cock let loose, filling her pussy with my hot, sticky, white fluid. I kept jamming my cock into her until I emptied all I had into that warm, soft pussy. Then we laid there, holding each other. I licked off the couple of drops of blood on her left nipple. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me, saying, “I love you. Not as a friend. As the love of my life. As the only man I will ever love. Please, Baby, please don’t ever forget that.” Then we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I called Cindy on her cell the day after Vicky and I had our talk. I explained Vicky’s take on Tom’s “I’m in love with Vicky” story. I told her we’d be coming to the Super Bowl party and I’d be with her and wanted her to come home afterwards, so she wouldn’t alone with him. I didn’t tell her what Vicky planned to do, but I did ask her not to do or say anything that would hint to Tom what Vicky’s real feelings were. She agreed and said she’d see us at the party.
Sunday came, and it was time for the Super Bowl party. Vicky wasn’t exactly sure what she would do, since it would depend who was at the party. But she assured me that before the game was over Tom would get the message that she wasn’t in love with him. She also said she wasn’t going to continue to fuck Tom and we’d have to decide later what to do about Cindy. Neither of us wanted to abandon her just because her husband was an ass.
Vicky wore what was essentially a cheerleader’s outfit. Living in the Northeast, she was a Steelers’ fan, at least for this one game. She had a cropped, semi-sheer black spaghetti strap “jersey” with gold trim and the number “7” in gold and black. The shirt stopped just below her tits, showing off her flat belly and the small shiny Steelers’ logo she was wearing in her pierced navel. She also had a short, black, pleated skirt with gold trim. The front of the skirt rode VERY low on her, exposing much of those two creases where her legs and body met. The back showed a good bit of ass crack before covering most of the rest of her ass, leaving just a little of the bottoms of her ass cheeks showing when she stood. From waist to bottom seam the whole skirt was only about 6 inches long. While sitting it didn’t really cover anything, since the back rode up so high she was sitting bare-assed on any seat she sat on.
We walked across the road to Tom and Cindy’s house. Cars and pickup trucks were parked up and down the street on both sides of the road. Obviously, Tom had invited quite a crowd to the party. We knocked and Cindy opened the door. She looked stressed, but had to giggle at Vicky’s outfit. “You don’t know how big a hit you’re going to be here,” she told Vicky.
We looked into the living room. It was crowded. Extra folding chairs had been set up and there were guys sitting everywhere, even on the floor. And that’s what they were – guys – about 25 or so guys. Cindy had me by the arm and whispered, “Vicky and I are the only women here. Everyone else he invited are guys. I’m not sure what he’s up to.”
We walked on in and everyone turned to see who arrived. When they saw Vicky there was a loud cheer. Most, actually I suspect all, of these guys were Steelers’ fans and seeing Vicky in her short, nearly-naked, gold and black cheerleader costume got them started. Tom kissed Vicky and got her her first of many margaritas. Soon I had a beer and chuckled to myself. Vicky had been worried there might not be any unattached guys here. Every guy here was unattached, at least for today. Her biggest problem now would be making up her mind as to which one she wanted to fuck.
The game started and everybody there was rooting for the Steelers. Vicky was moving from seat to seat, talking to guys, sitting bare-ass on their laps, occasionally letting them get glimpses of her pussy under her short skirt. By halftime, the consensus was that the game was over, the Steelers had won, and it was time to get seriously drunk – after watching the Boss, of course.
Vicky had already had numerous margaritas and was pretty smashed, just like all the guys. Tom was definitely a little put off, as Vicky hadn’t really even said much to him since kissing him hello when she first walked in. He was drinking heavily and watching her flit from lap to lap, grinding her bare ass into other guys’ crotches while they rubbed their hands across her belly and the lower edge of her tits. Obviously, this wasn’t the Sunday afternoon he was expecting.
The second half started, but hardly anyone was paying attention. By now, the guys were doing tequila shooters and Vicky was drinking right along with them. Someone suggested they do body shots and Vicky was game. She pulled her top off, exposing her tits with their nipple rings to everyone. Another cheer went up. Someone cleared off the coffee table in front of the sofa and Vicky laid on it. A whipped cream can appeared; a ring of whipped cream was sprayed around the Steelers’ logo in her navel and filled with tequila. One of the guys licked her chest between her boobs and put salt on it. He gave her a slice of lime to hold in her teeth, then licked the salt off her chest, sucked the tequila from her navel, and grabbed the lime from her mouth with his. A cheer went up and another guy stepped up.
This routine went on for a while. One guy would spray a ring of whipped cream around her navel, put a slice of lime in her mouth, and lick her chest, covering in with salt. Then, lick the salt, suck her navel, and finish up by sucking the lime from her mouth. It didn’t take long for the sucking of the lime to become a long, erotic kiss. And soon after that, guys started licking her tits and sprinkling salt on them, licking and sucking her nipples before sucking up the tequila and wrestling the lime away from her.
Vicky was letting them do what they wanted. She loved this kind of attention. However, Tom was off to the side, frowning, watching these guys “molest” the “woman he loved.” He was not a happy camper and did not participate in the body shots.
I didn’t either, but that was because I was sitting on a bar stool near the back of the living room with Cindy leaning up against me. We were both watching the action on the coffee table and I had my hand up her blouse, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Watching Vicky turned us both on and I was enjoying playing with Cindy while watching my wife being licked and suckled by two dozen guys.
Eventually, as everyone, including Vicky, consumed more and more tequila, things were bound to get out of control. One of the guys came up, licked both of Vicky’s tits, and spread salt on them. He put a lime slice in her mouth and pickup up the can of whipped cream. Suddenly he grabbed Vicky’s short skirt and pulled it down her legs and off of her. Now she was laying on the coffee table, naked except for her socks and shoes, and laughing at the cheering and attention she was getting.
The guy with the tequila and whipped cream sprayed a circle of whipped cream on the small pierced ring just above her clit and filled it with tequila. Then he removed his shirt, sucked the salt off her tits, and started licking up the tequila. Of course, as soon as he licked at the ring of whipped cream, the tequila started running down her crotch and he slid his head down between her legs, licking at her pussy and sucking up the tequila. Then he jumped up to get the lime from her mouth, pinching and pulling her nipples with his fingers as he kissed her.
Another cheer went up. A few of the married men left quietly, not wanting to be involved in what everyone knew was going to happen. Soon every guy left had removed his shirt and was sucking her breasts and licking tequila from her pussy. Vicky was laying on the table, her arms down the side of the table to the floor and her legs spread open as her body rocked with orgasm after orgasm while every guy there sucked, licked, and played with her. The last bottle of tequila was emptied, but no one cared. Pants and underwear started coming off and guys were shoving their cocks into Vicky from every angle. At one point I saw her on her knees in front of the sofa. One guy was in front fucking her. One was in back fucking her ass. Two others were on each side and she was stroking their cocks with her hands. A fifth guy came up, pulled her head to the side, and shoved his cock down her throat. My drunk wife was now fucking five guys at once and from where I sat, she was loving every minute of it.
Where I sat was on a bar stool at the back of the living room with Cindy. No one was paying any attention to us. By now, I had Cindy completely undressed and was fucking her in the ass. She really liked being ass-fucked and she was really into it. She was holding onto a small table, while I stood behind her, shoving my cock in and out of that white, round ass. My hands were wrapped around her and I was squeezing her tits and rubbing her nipples. I started moving faster and faster into her ass, about to come, when suddenly she pulled away from me. She turned around, went down on her knees, and sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She kept sucking me until I went dry. Then I sat back on the bar stool and she leaned back against me again. We continued to watch Vicky getting gang fucked.
At some point, I guess all the alcohol got to several of the gangbang participants, including Vicky. Most of the guys were passed out on the floor. Vicky was also laying face down on the floor, out cold. But two or three guys were still functioning and they didn’t much care that Vicky was unconscious. They kept fucking her, in the ass, in the mouth, and in the cunt. I thought about stopping it, but I knew Vicky didn’t care. She had been fucked while unconscious before, so I just watched the last of the guys banging my unconscious wife.
I finally realized that Tom wasn’t in the living room. I asked Cindy if she had seen where he went. She said she hadn’t but went to find him. She was only gone a few minutes before she came back and motioned for me to follow her. She led me back to their bedroom where Tom was passed out in the bed: naked, drunk, and alone. Super Bowl Sunday didn’t turn out to be a super time for him. I almost felt sorry for him – but only almost.
We both made a quick stop in the bathroom and walked back to the living room. Several guys were still passed out on the floor, but some must have come to and left. Vicky was still passed out in the center of the living room. No one was capable of fucking her anymore. I told Cindy that I really should get her home and that I hoped she would come with me. She said she’d love to and offered to help me take Vicky home. I’m glad she did, since Vicky was truly dead weight and I would have never been able to get her across the road alone.
Cindy picked up my clothes and Vicky’s and put them into a plastic shopping bag, along with her purse. Then I took Vicky under one arm and Cindy took her under the other and we walked her back across the road to our house. All three of us were stark naked, but it was already dark and quite frankly, we were drunk and just didn’t give a damn.
I put Vicky into bed. Cindy and I climbed in beside her. We played around a little, working ourselves up to some serious sexual tension. I stopped for a moment and pulled a bottle of K-Y lubricant from the nightstand. I rubbed some on my left hand and on Cindy’s ass, rolling her onto her stomach. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her asshole, stoking in and out until her sphincter muscle relaxed. Then I added two more fingers, then a fourth. Soon I had my whole hand in her ass. I was pulling my hand out, to the base of my thumb, then shoving it back in until my whole wrist was inside her. She was pushing back, helping my hand slide in and out of her ass.
She turned her face towards me. “Farther,” she said. “Shove your hand up farther.” I pushed my hand farther into her with each stroke, until half my lower arm was sliding up into her ass on each push. I had to turn my wrist to the left with each stroke, so my arm would follow her colon. I couldn’t believe it when she said, “More, please, push your whole arm up into me.”
I pushed harder, twisting my arm around inside her. Soon I had my whole lower arm, up to my elbow, inside her. I knew the colon was only about 4 or 5 feet long. I figured I was about halfway up inside of her. I had never been this far inside a person before. It excited me and worried me at the same time. But as I pushed up into her, my cock got harder and longer than I believe it ever has. It was rubbing against the back of her leg. I pressed my cock against her. I knew I was going to cum. I couldn’t hold it. Suddenly the cum just burst out of the end of my cock. It sprayed up the back of Cindy’s leg. I must have turned slightly and the second burst shot through the air and onto Vicky’s face. The third burst was smaller and then I was drained, with just the remnants of my fluid running out of the tip and down the side of my cock. Cindy had come at the same time, but I’m ashamed to say that I hardly noticed. I slowly pulled my arm out of her. I hardly had any strength left.
I crawled up between Cindy and Vicky. I pulled Vicky’s head onto my shoulder. Cindy laid her head on my other shoulder. Before long I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, Cindy and Vicky’s heads were still on my shoulders. I looked at both these beautiful women who were so different but yet were both such a large part of my life. One blond, one brunette. One tattooed and pierced, one with smooth white skin. One a slut and exhibitionist, one lonely and withdrawn. So different, but both here with me.
Tom had rejected Cindy. I didn’t know if he’d ever come to his senses and ask her to come back or even if she would go back to him if he did. Vicky was still my loving, and loved, wife. She could expose herself in public, fuck other men, or even get gangbanged by two dozen guys at a drunken party. But she still loved me and I still loved her. I wondered where this would all lead.
Oh, yeah -- the Steelers won…we never saw that exciting finish. Maybe next year.
Vicky and I finally made it to 2009. Vicky had her 29th birthday on New Year’s Day and we started swapping on a pretty regular basis with Cindy and Tom, who live across the road from us. Most Friday evenings Vicky and I went out to D.C.’s, the bar near us. We’d have dinner and a few drinks and later on Tom and Cindy would arrive. Tom likes to play pool and so does Vicky, so they became regular 8-ball partners in D.C.’s poolroom. When she went out, Vicky usually wore either a short skirt or really short, tight shorts, even in the winter. Since she never wore underwear, her pool shots were a joy to behold, and every week all the guys in D.C.’s poolroom were beholding.
While they were playing pool, Cindy and I would sit at a table in the main room at D.C.’s and talk, drink, and play with each other. We tried to be somewhat discrete, but I’m pretty sure that at one time or another most of the regulars at D.C.’s saw my hand up Cindy’s dress or her hand inside my zipper. In any case, we didn’t really care. Everyone saw the four of us pairing off with the other’s spouse on a regular basis and knew what was going on. I’m sure some of them were envious.
Vicky and Tom were actually good pool players, so they won most of their games and therefore played most of the night, taking on challenger after challenger. They also won lots of drinks and occasionally some cash. They’d finally win and drink enough drinks that they were seriously trashed and some other team would beat them. Then, they’d either come into the bar and join Cindy and I or just leave together and go to Tom and Cindy’s house. In any case, I’d always spend Friday night at home with Cindy and Vicky would spend the night at Tom’s house. Sometime before noon on Saturday, the two girls would walk across the road and return to their own house and spouse.
Once or twice during the week, Cindy would show up at our house late at night and Vicky would go over to spend the night with Tom. Often Cindy would arrive while Vicky and I were fucking and would let herself in (by now, we’d exchanged house keys with each other) and wait. When we finally stopped making noise, she’d come into the bedroom and crawl into bed beside me. Shortly after that, Vicky would leave and go to Tom’s. Both of us would get fucked at least twice those nights – once by our spouse and once by our neighbor. This went on for about a month and made January about the most exciting and erotic time of my life.
Tom was planning a big Super Bowl party. He was being pretty secretive about it. Even Cindy didn’t know what he was planning or who he was inviting. She just knew he had arranged for lots food trays from a local market and had already stocked up on a bunch of beer, wine, and liquor. It sounded like a great time and Vicky and I had both arranged to take Monday off work so we could be there. Of course, I fully expected Vicky to spend the night with Tom and me with Cindy, but Vicky and I would arrive as a couple and we always liked going out together.
The first indication that there was any problem with our near-utopian life was around the end of the month, on one of those week nights when Cindy came over late. She crawled into bed beside me as usual and we started kissing and playing with each other. She seemed a little off that night, but I just put it down to her being tired. After Vicky left to go across the road to Tom’s, Cindy started crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking I had said or done something to upset her.
“Tom’s going to leave me,” she choked about between sobs. “He’s in love with Vicky.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard. “How do you know that?” I asked, thinking that maybe Cindy was just getting insecure because her husband was fucking my wife.
“He told me,” she answered. “Tonight after dinner, he told me that he has always been in love with Vicky and now that he ‘had her’ he wanted me to leave and Vicky to move in.”
I was taken back by this. I knew Vicky enjoyed fucking Tom. But for a couple of years she’s enjoyed fucking other men and had never fallen in love with them. But, whenever you let your wife spend time with another man, there’s always that possibility and I have to admit that some doubt started to creep up inside of me. Still, I didn’t want to believe it, so I just didn’t.
“Cindy, I’m sure there’s some misunderstanding somewhere. Maybe Tom was drunk or just fantasizing. I just don’t believe he and Vicky are having a love affair – sex, yes, but not love.” I tried to be convincing, to both her and me. I’m not sure I succeeded in either case.
“I don’t think there’s any misunderstanding, Dan,” she said. “Have you noticed anything different about Vicky?”
“No,” I replied, “she’s just like she’s always been. I know she likes fucking Tom, but when she comes back home the next day, she’s always still turned on and immediate crawls into bed with me. What’s happening in bed with you and Tom?”
“Nothing,” she cried. “Absolutely nothing. We haven’t had sex since he started sleeping with her on New Year’s Eve. He’s totally enthralled by her and wants nothing to do with me.”
I thought about that for a moment. “I’ll talk to Vicky when she gets home in the morning,” I promised. “Let’s see what her side of the story is before we jump to any conclusions.”
“Ok,” said Cindy. “I’ll wait ‘till you talk to Vicky.” She hesitated, then said, “I’m tired and upset. Would you mind much if we just cuddled tonight?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t mind.” Then I pulled her in close to me, kissed her lightly on the lips, and laid silently until she drifted off to sleep. I didn’t fall asleep for quite a while. Thoughts kept swirling around in my mind. Could Vicky be lying to me? Could she be hiding her real feelings for Tom? She had never done that before, and while I definitely had plenty of doubts in my mind, I finally fell asleep, convinced that she wasn’t lying to me now, either.
The next morning, Cindy left early to go home. She kissed me goodbye, but she still wasn’t in any mood to have sex. Since she had left so early, it was almost an hour before Vicky walked in the door. I was sitting in the living room watching the morning news on TV.
“Did you and Cindy have a fight?” Vicky asked, smiling. “I heard her banging around in the kitchen even before Tom and I had our morning fuck!”
I looked at her and smiled, “No, we didn’t have a fight. Come sit down. We need to talk.”
The smile on her face vanished. She sat on the sofa and curled up next to me. She kissed me, hard, and then said, seriously, “Husband, we don’t have a problem do we?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You’ll have to tell me. Cindy told me that last night Tom told her he was in love with you and wanted her to leave so you could move in.”
Vicky sat up and stared at me. “Dan, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I love you. Only you. Yes, I like fucking Tom, but I have NO desire to live with him. You have to believe me. This has been a fun time, but if this is causing us problems, it ends now. Please, Dan, believe me. I don’t love Tom. I only love you.”
I looked at her and the pain on her face convinced me. Whatever Tom had said to Cindy, it wasn’t the result of any affair with Vicky. I’m sure the relief showed on my face. I pulled her back close to me and kissed her, long and hard. Then I pulled back and looked at her again.
“Sweetie, have you had any indication that Tom is in love with you?” I asked.
She started to shake her head, then stopped. “Oh my God,” she said. “Several times while we were having sex he’s said things like, ‘I love you’, but I always thought he was just saying stuff during sex. He also would kiss me when I arrived or when I left and say he loved me, but again, I say that to friends all the time. I didn’t think that he meant he actually LOVED me!”
I kissed her again. “Did you ever tell him you loved him?”
I thought she was going to cry. “Oh, God, Baby. I said it, but I never meant it like that. I swear. He’s a friend. Obviously a close friend. I mean, I fuck him. So I told him I loved him, but I meant as a friend, nothing else. Oh, God. He’s taken it all wrong.”
Then she did start to cry. Just a little. Tears started to rolled down her cheeks. I kissed them away. “He’s obsessed with you. He thinks he’s in love with you. He wants to believe you’re in love with him. He’s taken everything you’ve said and turned it into his own fantasy. It’s not your fault.”
“So, what do we do? We can’t go to the party on Sunday. Not if he thinks I’m in love with him.”
“Well,” I said slowly, “we could go. I understand he’s planning to have a lot of people there. There are bound to be some unattached guys. You could attach yourself to one and brush Tom off. If you think you can do it.”
“What are you going to do,” she asked, thinking about my suggestion.
“I’ll stay with Cindy. He wants her out and I don’t want him taking it out on her when he realizes you’re not interested in him. I’ll bring her over here after the game. If you don’t leave with the guy you pick, you come over, too. Tom will end up spending his big night alone. Maybe after that, he’ll appreciate Cindy more.”
“Okay,” she said, hesitantly, “but I need to ask you for an honest answer, too.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Is there anything going on between you and Cindy that I should know about?” she asked me.
“Yes, actually, there is,” I said seriously. I waited for a moment, then said, “I’ve been fucking her for about a month now.”
Vicky burst out laughing. “You son-of-a-bitch. You had me scared with that serious look on your face.”
I pulled her towards me, kissing her and unsnapping her jeans. I pulled them off her, exposing her shaved, wet pussy. She had just come from a night with Tom and she still smelled of sex with him. That turned me on. It always turned me on knowing she had just fucked some other guy. I practically ripped her blouse off her, letting her 34C tits bounce free. Then I dragged her onto the floor in front of the sofa, and shoved my cock into her pussy.
Sex had never felt this good before. I liked fucking Cindy, but I loved Vicky. And when we were both on the same page about our life, like now, sex with her was nothing less than awesome. I fucked her hard, banging my groin against her so hard her ass bounced on the floor. I put my mouth on her pierced nipples and sucked hard, pulling with my head so her tits stretched out from her chest. I’m sure it hurt, but she just wrapped her legs around my ass and kept flexing her thighs, pulling me into her harder and harder.
I bit her nipple. She said, “Ow,” once, then said, “harder, bite me harder.” So I did. I bit until I drew blood. Just a drop or two, but enough to make her scream, “Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuck me…”, until she came. I felt her body spasm, then my cock let loose, filling her pussy with my hot, sticky, white fluid. I kept jamming my cock into her until I emptied all I had into that warm, soft pussy. Then we laid there, holding each other. I licked off the couple of drops of blood on her left nipple. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me, saying, “I love you. Not as a friend. As the love of my life. As the only man I will ever love. Please, Baby, please don’t ever forget that.” Then we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I called Cindy on her cell the day after Vicky and I had our talk. I explained Vicky’s take on Tom’s “I’m in love with Vicky” story. I told her we’d be coming to the Super Bowl party and I’d be with her and wanted her to come home afterwards, so she wouldn’t alone with him. I didn’t tell her what Vicky planned to do, but I did ask her not to do or say anything that would hint to Tom what Vicky’s real feelings were. She agreed and said she’d see us at the party.
Sunday came, and it was time for the Super Bowl party. Vicky wasn’t exactly sure what she would do, since it would depend who was at the party. But she assured me that before the game was over Tom would get the message that she wasn’t in love with him. She also said she wasn’t going to continue to fuck Tom and we’d have to decide later what to do about Cindy. Neither of us wanted to abandon her just because her husband was an ass.
Vicky wore what was essentially a cheerleader’s outfit. Living in the Northeast, she was a Steelers’ fan, at least for this one game. She had a cropped, semi-sheer black spaghetti strap “jersey” with gold trim and the number “7” in gold and black. The shirt stopped just below her tits, showing off her flat belly and the small shiny Steelers’ logo she was wearing in her pierced navel. She also had a short, black, pleated skirt with gold trim. The front of the skirt rode VERY low on her, exposing much of those two creases where her legs and body met. The back showed a good bit of ass crack before covering most of the rest of her ass, leaving just a little of the bottoms of her ass cheeks showing when she stood. From waist to bottom seam the whole skirt was only about 6 inches long. While sitting it didn’t really cover anything, since the back rode up so high she was sitting bare-assed on any seat she sat on.
We walked across the road to Tom and Cindy’s house. Cars and pickup trucks were parked up and down the street on both sides of the road. Obviously, Tom had invited quite a crowd to the party. We knocked and Cindy opened the door. She looked stressed, but had to giggle at Vicky’s outfit. “You don’t know how big a hit you’re going to be here,” she told Vicky.
We looked into the living room. It was crowded. Extra folding chairs had been set up and there were guys sitting everywhere, even on the floor. And that’s what they were – guys – about 25 or so guys. Cindy had me by the arm and whispered, “Vicky and I are the only women here. Everyone else he invited are guys. I’m not sure what he’s up to.”
We walked on in and everyone turned to see who arrived. When they saw Vicky there was a loud cheer. Most, actually I suspect all, of these guys were Steelers’ fans and seeing Vicky in her short, nearly-naked, gold and black cheerleader costume got them started. Tom kissed Vicky and got her her first of many margaritas. Soon I had a beer and chuckled to myself. Vicky had been worried there might not be any unattached guys here. Every guy here was unattached, at least for today. Her biggest problem now would be making up her mind as to which one she wanted to fuck.
The game started and everybody there was rooting for the Steelers. Vicky was moving from seat to seat, talking to guys, sitting bare-ass on their laps, occasionally letting them get glimpses of her pussy under her short skirt. By halftime, the consensus was that the game was over, the Steelers had won, and it was time to get seriously drunk – after watching the Boss, of course.
Vicky had already had numerous margaritas and was pretty smashed, just like all the guys. Tom was definitely a little put off, as Vicky hadn’t really even said much to him since kissing him hello when she first walked in. He was drinking heavily and watching her flit from lap to lap, grinding her bare ass into other guys’ crotches while they rubbed their hands across her belly and the lower edge of her tits. Obviously, this wasn’t the Sunday afternoon he was expecting.
The second half started, but hardly anyone was paying attention. By now, the guys were doing tequila shooters and Vicky was drinking right along with them. Someone suggested they do body shots and Vicky was game. She pulled her top off, exposing her tits with their nipple rings to everyone. Another cheer went up. Someone cleared off the coffee table in front of the sofa and Vicky laid on it. A whipped cream can appeared; a ring of whipped cream was sprayed around the Steelers’ logo in her navel and filled with tequila. One of the guys licked her chest between her boobs and put salt on it. He gave her a slice of lime to hold in her teeth, then licked the salt off her chest, sucked the tequila from her navel, and grabbed the lime from her mouth with his. A cheer went up and another guy stepped up.
This routine went on for a while. One guy would spray a ring of whipped cream around her navel, put a slice of lime in her mouth, and lick her chest, covering in with salt. Then, lick the salt, suck her navel, and finish up by sucking the lime from her mouth. It didn’t take long for the sucking of the lime to become a long, erotic kiss. And soon after that, guys started licking her tits and sprinkling salt on them, licking and sucking her nipples before sucking up the tequila and wrestling the lime away from her.
Vicky was letting them do what they wanted. She loved this kind of attention. However, Tom was off to the side, frowning, watching these guys “molest” the “woman he loved.” He was not a happy camper and did not participate in the body shots.
I didn’t either, but that was because I was sitting on a bar stool near the back of the living room with Cindy leaning up against me. We were both watching the action on the coffee table and I had my hand up her blouse, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Watching Vicky turned us both on and I was enjoying playing with Cindy while watching my wife being licked and suckled by two dozen guys.
Eventually, as everyone, including Vicky, consumed more and more tequila, things were bound to get out of control. One of the guys came up, licked both of Vicky’s tits, and spread salt on them. He put a lime slice in her mouth and pickup up the can of whipped cream. Suddenly he grabbed Vicky’s short skirt and pulled it down her legs and off of her. Now she was laying on the coffee table, naked except for her socks and shoes, and laughing at the cheering and attention she was getting.
The guy with the tequila and whipped cream sprayed a circle of whipped cream on the small pierced ring just above her clit and filled it with tequila. Then he removed his shirt, sucked the salt off her tits, and started licking up the tequila. Of course, as soon as he licked at the ring of whipped cream, the tequila started running down her crotch and he slid his head down between her legs, licking at her pussy and sucking up the tequila. Then he jumped up to get the lime from her mouth, pinching and pulling her nipples with his fingers as he kissed her.
Another cheer went up. A few of the married men left quietly, not wanting to be involved in what everyone knew was going to happen. Soon every guy left had removed his shirt and was sucking her breasts and licking tequila from her pussy. Vicky was laying on the table, her arms down the side of the table to the floor and her legs spread open as her body rocked with orgasm after orgasm while every guy there sucked, licked, and played with her. The last bottle of tequila was emptied, but no one cared. Pants and underwear started coming off and guys were shoving their cocks into Vicky from every angle. At one point I saw her on her knees in front of the sofa. One guy was in front fucking her. One was in back fucking her ass. Two others were on each side and she was stroking their cocks with her hands. A fifth guy came up, pulled her head to the side, and shoved his cock down her throat. My drunk wife was now fucking five guys at once and from where I sat, she was loving every minute of it.
Where I sat was on a bar stool at the back of the living room with Cindy. No one was paying any attention to us. By now, I had Cindy completely undressed and was fucking her in the ass. She really liked being ass-fucked and she was really into it. She was holding onto a small table, while I stood behind her, shoving my cock in and out of that white, round ass. My hands were wrapped around her and I was squeezing her tits and rubbing her nipples. I started moving faster and faster into her ass, about to come, when suddenly she pulled away from me. She turned around, went down on her knees, and sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She kept sucking me until I went dry. Then I sat back on the bar stool and she leaned back against me again. We continued to watch Vicky getting gang fucked.
At some point, I guess all the alcohol got to several of the gangbang participants, including Vicky. Most of the guys were passed out on the floor. Vicky was also laying face down on the floor, out cold. But two or three guys were still functioning and they didn’t much care that Vicky was unconscious. They kept fucking her, in the ass, in the mouth, and in the cunt. I thought about stopping it, but I knew Vicky didn’t care. She had been fucked while unconscious before, so I just watched the last of the guys banging my unconscious wife.
I finally realized that Tom wasn’t in the living room. I asked Cindy if she had seen where he went. She said she hadn’t but went to find him. She was only gone a few minutes before she came back and motioned for me to follow her. She led me back to their bedroom where Tom was passed out in the bed: naked, drunk, and alone. Super Bowl Sunday didn’t turn out to be a super time for him. I almost felt sorry for him – but only almost.
We both made a quick stop in the bathroom and walked back to the living room. Several guys were still passed out on the floor, but some must have come to and left. Vicky was still passed out in the center of the living room. No one was capable of fucking her anymore. I told Cindy that I really should get her home and that I hoped she would come with me. She said she’d love to and offered to help me take Vicky home. I’m glad she did, since Vicky was truly dead weight and I would have never been able to get her across the road alone.
Cindy picked up my clothes and Vicky’s and put them into a plastic shopping bag, along with her purse. Then I took Vicky under one arm and Cindy took her under the other and we walked her back across the road to our house. All three of us were stark naked, but it was already dark and quite frankly, we were drunk and just didn’t give a damn.
I put Vicky into bed. Cindy and I climbed in beside her. We played around a little, working ourselves up to some serious sexual tension. I stopped for a moment and pulled a bottle of K-Y lubricant from the nightstand. I rubbed some on my left hand and on Cindy’s ass, rolling her onto her stomach. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her asshole, stoking in and out until her sphincter muscle relaxed. Then I added two more fingers, then a fourth. Soon I had my whole hand in her ass. I was pulling my hand out, to the base of my thumb, then shoving it back in until my whole wrist was inside her. She was pushing back, helping my hand slide in and out of her ass.
She turned her face towards me. “Farther,” she said. “Shove your hand up farther.” I pushed my hand farther into her with each stroke, until half my lower arm was sliding up into her ass on each push. I had to turn my wrist to the left with each stroke, so my arm would follow her colon. I couldn’t believe it when she said, “More, please, push your whole arm up into me.”
I pushed harder, twisting my arm around inside her. Soon I had my whole lower arm, up to my elbow, inside her. I knew the colon was only about 4 or 5 feet long. I figured I was about halfway up inside of her. I had never been this far inside a person before. It excited me and worried me at the same time. But as I pushed up into her, my cock got harder and longer than I believe it ever has. It was rubbing against the back of her leg. I pressed my cock against her. I knew I was going to cum. I couldn’t hold it. Suddenly the cum just burst out of the end of my cock. It sprayed up the back of Cindy’s leg. I must have turned slightly and the second burst shot through the air and onto Vicky’s face. The third burst was smaller and then I was drained, with just the remnants of my fluid running out of the tip and down the side of my cock. Cindy had come at the same time, but I’m ashamed to say that I hardly noticed. I slowly pulled my arm out of her. I hardly had any strength left.
I crawled up between Cindy and Vicky. I pulled Vicky’s head onto my shoulder. Cindy laid her head on my other shoulder. Before long I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, Cindy and Vicky’s heads were still on my shoulders. I looked at both these beautiful women who were so different but yet were both such a large part of my life. One blond, one brunette. One tattooed and pierced, one with smooth white skin. One a slut and exhibitionist, one lonely and withdrawn. So different, but both here with me.
Tom had rejected Cindy. I didn’t know if he’d ever come to his senses and ask her to come back or even if she would go back to him if he did. Vicky was still my loving, and loved, wife. She could expose herself in public, fuck other men, or even get gangbanged by two dozen guys at a drunken party. But she still loved me and I still loved her. I wondered where this would all lead.
Oh, yeah -- the Steelers won…we never saw that exciting finish. Maybe next year.
Poster:
Dan
