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Beyond New Yearâs Eve
This is the sequel to my earlier story New Years Eve, about two
married couples, all Seattle Police Officers, who one drunken night engage in
a wife swapping encounter. It picks up the very next morning.
The next morning I was very hung over. Ive had worse mornings
after in my life, but not too many. I was awakened to the sound of little
Alex, Michelle and Marks younger child, crying for her mother. Before I
even opened my eyes I knew I was in bad shape. My head throbbed rhythmically
with the beating of my heart, my mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and my
stomach felt as if a can of Drano had been poured down it.
Mommy! I heard the insistent cry from the direction of our younger
daughters room. It wasnt one of mine, I knew. After a moments thought I
remembered that Mark and Michelles kids were staying with us. That thought
brought with it a vague sense of embarrassment and shame that seemed related
to something that had happened last night. What had I done?
Oh Jesus. A voice moaned beside me. It wasnt Stephanie.
I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light in the room and turned my
head to the left. Beside me was Michelle, her hair tattered, her bleary red
eyes looking at me. Only her head stuck out from beneath the covers.
Oh my God. I mumbled, remembering what had happened last night and
early this morning. We had started in the living room and had eventually
ended up here, in my bed. We had fucked, sucked and enjoyed each other until
probably close to 2:00 AM while Stephanie and Mark had presumably been doing
the same in our guest bedroom. I could taste her vaginal juices on my lips
even now. I had vivid recollections of her cramming her tongue as far up my
ass as she could physically make it go. I remembered frantically searching
through the master bathroom for some form of lubricant, finally finding some
baby oil, so I could fuck her up the ass. I remembered coming in her ass
while shed screamed out her encouragement in the most guttural language
imaginable. What had we done?
I could see many of the same thoughts going through my best friends
wife at the same moment I was thinking them. This is uh
. She said softly.
Kind of an awkward moment, isnt it?
Yeah. I agreed. How much do you remember?
Everything. She sighed. You?
Well. She shrugged, embarrassed. What can you do?
I shrugged back.
I guess the four of us are gonna have to sit down and have a little
talk. She opined.
Yep. I agreed.
Mommy!! Came little Alexs voice once again. It seemed near tears
Id better go get her. Michelle told me. She started to get up
and stopped as she noted I was still looking at her. She blushed. Would
you mind uh
looking the other way while I get up?
Sure. I said, understanding.
Within fifteen minutes we were all up and dressed and all obviously
feeling like shit for more than one reason. We could barely look at each
other, could barely talk to each other. What had we done to our friendship?
To our marriages? Could we recover from this?
We fed the kids breakfast, all of us nearly puking over the smell of
eggs frying. Once their hunger was taken care of and they went off to play
with each other, we sat down at the dining room table, the flashpoint for
last nights sordid festivities, and discussed the matter. Wed been very
close friends for a very long time and after an awkward beginning, the
discussion moved along nicely. We agreed not to let what had happened affect
either our friendship or our marriage. We agreed to never, never, never,
discuss what had happened either with each other or with other people (you
couldnt begin to imagine what we would have endured had our colleagues at
Seattle PD gotten hold of this story). Most of all we agreed never to let it
happen again. We gave our solemn oaths.
We did okay with most of the promises. We didnt let it affect our
marriages or our friendship and we never discussed it at all. Steph and I
carried on with our routine sex-life, as did Michelle and Mark. We continued
to get together anytime the four of us all shared a mutual day off. At first
the get-togethers were sedate, without much drinking going on. We all seemed
nervous about consuming alcohol since it had been the catalyst for the New
Years Eve encounter.
But gradually things returned to normal. We began drinking more at
the get-togethers. Our standard raunchy talk picked back up (although we
were careful not to mention the events of THAT night). And then, I suppose
it was inevitable, one drunken night, after the kids were in bed, we ended up
playing a game of strip poker. Michelle and I lost and, as a penalty, we
were required to screw each other on the dining room table. Once again I
retired with her to my bedroom that night while Steph and Mark took up
residence in the guestroom.
The next morning we had another discussion. This one had more honesty
attached to it. We all admitted that we LIKED the spouse-swapping activities
as a means of variety. We agreed that, as long as all parties were in
agreement, that we would continue to do them on the nights of get-togethers.
We agreed that only at the get-togethers would such activities take place.
>From then on we were happier people. We stuck to the rules and I got to screw
Michelle once a month or so while my wife got to screw Mark. Our marriage
became, if anything, a little stronger from this; we now shared a deep, black
secret that we kept from the rest of the world. For ten months this went on.
And then things changed once again.
Marks father lived in Northern Montana. Each year during hunting
season Mark and I usually traveled there to do a little deer and elk hunting
with Marks old man. It was a tradition Id come to enjoy immensely even if
we were unsuccessful in our hunts. This year however, Steph and I had taken
out a second mortgage on our house in order to put in a redwood deck, a hot
tub, upgrade our landscaping, and pay off some credit card debts that we had.
Out of state hunting tags in Montana are outrageously expensive. That,
coupled with the lost time that Steph would have to take off work in order to
cover my childcare obligations would have put a little too much of a ding in
our suddenly shaky financial picture. With almost painful regret, I had to
decline the hunting trip for the first time in five years. Mark commiserated
with me but of course didnt hesitate to go off by himself anyway. He left
the third of October, planning to be gone for three weeks.
Since Michelle and Stephanie worked the same shift out of the same
station, I was incorporated as a babysitter for Mark and Michelles two
children during their working hours. I didnt mind. I loved their two kids
like they were my own and my own two children loved having them come over
every day. The only drawback was, that since Michelle and Steph worked swing
shift, which ran from 2:00 PM to Midnight, that Michelles kids would have to
be put to bed at our house, woken up when Michelle got there, and then driven
across the city to Michelles house at one in the morning. She put up with
this for only two days before it was decided that she would simply stay the
night in our guest bedroom during workdays in order to ease the burden of
transfer. It made for a slightly chaotic atmosphere in our suburban house
during the two womens workweek but it was tolerable.
Steph and Michelle worked Tuesday through Friday. On Friday night,
at about 11:30 PM, while all four kids were asleep in their respective
bedrooms, I was awakened from a sound sleep by the telephone that sat beside
my bed. Blearily, without opening my eyes, I groped for it, finally locating
it by feel. I put it to my ear.
Yeah? I said crossly.
What are you so pissy about? I heard my wife say in a cheerful voice.
I creaked my eyes open and looked at the clock. You woke me up. I
told her, no humor in my voice. Whats up?
You grump. She accused lightly, then said, Michelle and I are gonna
go over to The Chambers for a few drinks. Just wanted to make sure you knew.
The Chambers is a cop bar located a few blocks from the station where
they worked. Cool. I answered, not caring about anything but getting back
to sleep. I had to be to work the next morning at 6:00. Just remember you
got kid duty tomorrow.
I remember. She told me. Love you.
I muttered a love you back and then slammed the phone back down.
Within a minute I was sound asleep once again.
The sound of our automatic garage door opening woke me up sometime
later. I opened my eyes a crack and glanced over at the alarm clock on my
nightstand. 1:58 it read. Theyd stayed a little longer than two drinks
worth at The Chambers I thought fleetingly before closing my eyes once again.
Before I could drift off, however, I noticed that my bladder was
uncomfortably full. I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and walked to the
master bathroom to take a leak.
As I was standing at the toilet, dressed only in my birthday suit,
filling the toilet, the bedroom door slammed open. I glanced over and saw
Michelle come staggering in, making a beeline for the toilet I was currently
using. So intent on her target was she, that she didnt even notice me
standing there until she was well inside the room. When she did see me, her
eyes widened in frustration.
Shit. She barked. You would have to be using it right now.
I wasnt terribly concerned with the fact that I was standing naked
before her. After all, shed seen me naked more than once. Once youve had
someones tongue stuck up your ass, its hard to be modest about mere nudity
before them. Why dont you use the other one? I asked.
Stephs using it. She said, fidgeting around. I could smell the
odor of alcohol wafting off of her in waves. She dove in there right from
the garage. She had to pee worse than me I guess. Would you hurry up?
I let the last of my piss dribble out and then shook myself off. I
flushed the toilet and stepped away from it. Michelle unbuckled the fanny
pack she wore and tossed it to me. Can you stash this for me? She asked,
unbuttoning her pants and dropping them right before my eyes, treating me to
the now familiar view of her hairy blonde bush. She slammed the seat of the
toilet down and plopped herself onto it. She had barely settled in before
the sound of pee gushing into the toilet reached my ears. Ahhhh. She
I took her fanny pack, which was heavy with the weight of her off-duty
gun and carried it into the bedroom, setting it up high on our television
stand, well out of the reach of inquisitive children. As I turned around from
this action I found myself facing my wife, who also smelled strongly of
alcohol. She had a drunken smile on her face and with her right hand she
reached out and grabbed my dick, which was still flapping in the breeze.
Hey baby. She said, caressing me. Glad youre up. I need some of
I have to get up for work in three hours. I told her, though I was
stiffening at her touch anyway.
Wrong. She said, starting to jack me now. You have to get up for
work now. I want some dick baby.
Oh God. Said Michelle from the bathroom doorway. I thought I was
gonna burst. Dont ever let me leave a bar without peeing first Stephie.
She stopped, looking at where my wifes hand was and the state of my cock.
Oops, Im sorry, guess Im interrupting.
Its okay. Steph giggled. Its not like you havent seen it before
I raised my eyebrows a little at this. By unspoken consent we never
discussed our get-together activities with each other except when they were
actually occurring. Steph had just violated this unwritten rule. Probably
because she was drunk.
Well yeah. Michelle stammered, somewhat embarrassed. Well, Id
better be hitting the rack. She gazed almost longingly at my cock in Stephs
hand as she started for the door.
Its too bad Marks not here. Steph told her, letting go of me and
unsnapping her own fanny pack. Youve got to be at least as horny as I am.
Michelle gave her a sour look. Sure. She said. Rub it in. You
go ahead and get yourself some dick. Ill just borrow a cucumber or
something out of the fridge.
You dont have to do that. I offered. My dicks big enough for
two. And its not cold either.
I had just been joking, the same raunchy humor we typically displayed.
But Michelle paused, eyeing my dick once again. I dont think Stephie wants
to share tonight. She said regretfully.
Steph tossed her fanny pack up high next to Michelles. She looked at
the two of us while she reached for the hem of her sweater. She shrugged. I
dont mind. She said. But I get his cock in me first. You can sit on his
face while I fuck him if you want.
Really? Michelle and I asked in unison, unsure if she was joking or
She pulled her sweater off, revealing her bra-clad tits. Though she
was feigning disinterest in what she was offering, I could see that she was
definitely aroused at her suggestions. Her chest was flushed and covered with
goose bumps; ironclad evidence of extreme horniness I knew. Why not? She
asked, reaching around for her bra clasp. Im always willing to help out a
friend in need.
What about Mark? Michelle asked, now displaying arousal signs of her
own. Her voice, though protesting, lacked conviction. I not sure hed like
the three of us getting it on while hes away.
Well, I said, adding my two cents. I guess its his tough luck for
going hunting while the rest of us stay home.
Besides, Steph said, removing her bra and dropping it to the floor.
Her nipples were standing out proudly. We can repay him once hes back. You
dont mind, do you? She asked me.
No. I said quickly, willing to agree to pretty much anything at this
point. They were talking about a three-way. Every mans dream. I wanted in.
I find you make a good point. Michelle said, reaching for the hem of
her own sweater.
Steph kicked off her shoes and socks and then dropped her pants and
panties to the floor. My wife is very petite, standing about 5-5 and
weighing in at a hundred and twelve pounds. She keeps herself in good shape,
running twenty miles a week and, like always, I enjoyed gazing upon her naked
form which was marred only by the stretch marks on her abdomen from
childbirth. She pushed me back to the edge of the bed, forcing me to sit
while she kneeled down on the carpet and took my cock into her mouth. Steph
is an accomplished cocksucker, one of the few women in the world it seems
that actually likes to do it. She bobbed softly up and down on me, using
strokes and techniques she knew I liked.
As she did this I watched Michelle undress. Her sweater and bra were
already on the floor, revealing her large tits. Her nipples, nearly twice the
size of Stephs, were also standing erect with arousal. Michelle is a big
woman, though proportioned nicely. She stands nearly six feet tall and though
the potential for fatness is undoubtedly in her, she keeps on top of it with
the same twenty miles per week running schedule. Though not as accomplished a
cock sucker as Steph, she had a near-obsession with being fucked in the ass;
something that Steph and I never did after one failed attempt early in our
marriage. She dropped her pants and panties and walked naked over to me.
While Steph continued to slurp and suck on my cock, Michelle sat next
to me on the bed and put her arms around me. Our mouths came together in a
deep, tongue-slurping kiss and I felt her large, alluring body pressing
against me. With my left hand I stroked her tits, gliding softly over her
nipples. I trailed my hand downward across her abdomen, which was marred
with a set of stretch marks too, and through her thick nest of light brown
pubic hair. I dipped my fingers into her folds, finding them very wet and
warm. She sighed as I inserted two fingers and began to bang her softly.
Steph pulled herself off of my cock and stood up, continuing to jack me
softly with her hand. When Michelle and I broke our kiss, she leaned forward
and put her lips to mine, picking up where Michelle had left off. She probed
with her tongue while pushing the two of us to a horizontal position on the
bed. My fingers were still moving within Michelles drenched cunt. With my
other hand I reached out and touched Stephs smooth upper thigh. I moved
northward until I reached her nest of curly black pubic hair, which was far
less dense than Michelles was. I found that my wife was quite wet herself as
I softly began to finger-bang her too, matching rhythm with the hand inside
Michelles body. While Steph kissed my lips, Michelle put her mouth to my
neck, sucking and biting on it gently. The experience of having two mouths
working on me simultaneously while my two hands were in separate pussies is
beyond description. Like many men Id fantasized about such things before,
usually while jacking off, but even the most vivid and detailed fantasy does
not do justice to what it actually feels like. Feeling female flesh pressing
upon you from two directions can make you believe that there really is a kind
and benevolent God.
Steph broke our kiss, giving my lip a lingering suck as she pulled
back. She straightened herself up and then lifted her leg, passing it over
mine so that she was straddling me. She moved her crotch forward, forcing my
hand to break free, and then inched it up until it was against the head of my
cock. She rubbed me through her wet lips for a moment and then sank down upon
me, driving me in to the hilt with a wet squish. I sighed at the exquisite
sensation of sexual congress.
Michelle raised her head from my neck and turned to watch for a
moment as Steph began raising and lowering herself, slowly at first, upon my
throbbing cock. She smiled and then pulled herself forward until her tits
were dangling in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth,
caressing it with my tongue while fondling the other tit with my hand. After
a moment of this, she pulled herself to her knees on the bed and straddled my
chest, facing towards my face. I could feel her pussy resting on my sternum,
leaving a wet spot. Slowly she moved herself forward until her pussy was
hovering directly over my face. Her musk filled my nose as I stared at her
swollen lips and protruding clit. I put my hands to her waist and pulled her
down to me, inserting my tongue between her vaginal lips and tasting the
tangy nectar of her secretions.
As I licked and sucked Michelles pussy, eliciting grunts and groans of
approval, Steph picked up the pace of her fucking, rubbing the top of her puss
against my cock with each thrust. I knew that my wife enjoyed this position
immensely since she could rub herself to an orgasm in this manner. My hips
began to thrust back at her.
About then I happened to look upward, gazing along the length of
Michelles body. I saw that Steph was supporting herself by holding onto
Michelles shoulders and resting her chin in the hollow of her neck. My wife
had her eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face, her fingers kneading
Michelles shoulders softly. This was definitely interesting (you certainly
wouldnt catch two heterosexual guys doing such a thing) and I continued to
strain my eyes upward as I sucked Michelles clit gently and continued to
thrust in and out of Steph.
I was rewarded for the painful angle my eyes had to maintain in order
to watch. After a few moments, Stephs hands slowly glided downward in a
hesitant manner. They passed over Michelles chest and then worked their way
south until they were cupping her large tits. She began to squeeze and knead
Michelles breasts, experimentally at first and then with more passion.
Michelles breathing picked up as she looked down and saw whose hands were
caressing her. She filed no protest against this and in fact seemed to enjoy
it. Emboldened by Michelles lack of protest, Steph then began kissing and
sucking on the side of her neck. Michelle smiled sexily, throwing her head
back. After a moment of this, she turned her head to the side and their
mouths met, at first exchanging cautious, gentle kisses, but quickly
escalating to deep, tongue swirling, soul kisses. Stephs left hand trailed
downward, leaving the breast behind and a moment later I found a finger
between my mouth and Michelles clit. Steph began rubbing frantically while
I went back to running my tongue in and out of her drenched lips.
Michelle began to buck up and down upon my face almost immediately.
Their kiss broke and she began to scream out her trademark obscenities that
signified approaching orgasm. Stephs hand began to rub faster and firmer
across her clit.
Cmon baby. I heard Steph panting from above me. Come for me, come
for me. Let me feel it.
Motherfucker! Michelle yelled through clenched teeth, slamming her
pelvis violently upon my face.
Yesss! Steph encouraged, rubbing faster.
Oh you cunt! Michelle panted. You bitch! Oh God!!
She came harder than I personally had ever witnessed during my
encounters with her. Her juices literally poured over my face, drenching and
nearly drowning me.
She pulled herself off of my face and stared at Steph, who was still
bouncing atop my cock contentedly, a satisfied smile on her face.
Is that the way youre gonna play? She asked, lust in her eyes.
Yeah. Steph said, panting too. Id never seen her look so aroused
before. And you liked it you bitch. Didnt you?
I felt my own orgasm straining as I listened to the two of them talk to
each other. Even at their raunchiest, Id never heard them call each other
bitches and cunts before. They seemed to be getting off not just on the
physical aspects of what was going on, but the verbal ones as well.
Yeah. Michelle breathed. You lezzie slut. I LOVED it. How do you
With that she leaned forward, putting her face right at the union of
our two crotches. I felt her blonde hair tickling my stomach as she inserted
her mouth between my wifes legs and started sucking on her clit. Her chin
rubbed against my cock as she did this, adding to the sensation of my cock
thrusting in and out of Stephs cunt.
Steph, who was usually pretty quiet in the sack, squealed loudly as she
felt Michelle begin to suck her clit. Her thrusting became rapid and erratic
and she screamed her way through a jarring orgasm less than ten seconds later.
This was all a little too much for me. I felt tingling in my nether regions
and my own hips began to spasm erratically. Orgasm had its way with me and I
began to shoot in my wifes clenching pussy with extreme force.
When my thrusts slowed down and finally came to a stop, I opened my
eyes to see Michelle sucking my wifes left tit frantically. She pulled her
mouth away and stood up, grabbing Steph under the arms. She lifted upwards on
her, pulling her off of my wilting cock, spinning her around, and tossing her
bodily onto the bed beside me on her back. Steph, I could see, really liked
the rough treatment she was receiving. Michelle grabbed her legs and forced
them apart, staring at her drooling vagina.
Im gonna suck his come out of your pussy. She told Steph in a
commanding voice. And you want me to, dont you, you cunt?
Yes. Steph nodded, still panting.
Tell me. Michelle said. Tell me what you want me to do, you
lezzie. Tell me!
Suck my cunt! Steph ordered. Suck me off you bitch! Do it now!
As I watched in aroused amazement, Michelle leaned forward and buried
her face between my wifes spread thighs. She began lapping frantically,
slurping and sucking and rubbing her face around. Steph squealed in
pleasure, calling her a bitch or a slut every now and then. My cock, which
had wilted with post-orgasm, sprang quickly to life once again. Steph inched
backwards to the head of the bed, allowing Michelle to climb onto the bed
with her. Michelles butt was sticking up in the air, displaying her cunt and
asshole to me. I stared for a minute, watching this erotic sight and then,
feeling left out, I positioned myself behind Michelle and inserted my cock
into her pussy from behind.
Michelle moaned out her approval at this as I began to move within
her. I grabbed her ass cheeks for leverage and fucked while watching her eat
my wife, who was moaning constantly and twisting her head back and forth.
After a few minutes of this, Michelle raised her head out of Stephs
box and turned it towards me. My ass. She told me. Fuck my ass!
As she dropped her head back into Stephs crotch, I pulled my dick
out her pussy. I ran my fingers through her folds for a moment, wetting them
and then inserted two fingers into her asshole, lubing it up. Michelles
asshole was tight but it was well worn and used to having objects in it. It
only took a few seconds before it was ready for penetration. I placed the
head of my wet dick against it and slid in, feeling her grip me tightly. I
began fucking her ass, rubbing her clit at the same time with my free hand.
Stephanie shortly began to buck and moan her way through a screaming
orgasm as Michelle ate her. When her thrusting stopped, Michelle grabbed her
thigh and pulled on it.
Roll over! She told Steph. I wanna eat your ass out.
What? Steph, somewhat shocked, asked.
Im gonna eat your ass you cunt! She said, pulling on her leg
again. Roll over!
Steph obediently rolled onto her stomach. While I continued to slam
in and out of her rectum, Michelle spread my wifes butt cheeks apart, baring
her puckered anus. She moved her face forward and buried it in the valley.
My wife moaned in surprise at the sensation. I knew what she was feeling.
When it came to ass eating, Michelle KNEW what she was doing. She had
actually made me come before just by doing that.
I continued to ass-fuck her and rub her clit until she squeaked through
another orgasm. She ass-sucked and rubbed Stephs clit until she had another
orgasm. She then turned her head and looked at me.
Shes ready for you. She told me, probing two fingers in and out of
my wifes ass. Come and ass-fuck this lezzie slut.
No. Steph protested. Itll hurt. Weve tried it before.
Its okay baby. Michelle said, her voice soft and soothing now.
Just relax yourself when he goes in and itll feel great. Dont clench down.
Youll love it.
Steph offered no more protests and Michelle grabbed my cock and pulled
me forward. She put the head against my wifes slippery asshole and rubbed it
up and down. She whispered encouragement to Steph the whole time. Finally,
when she thought she was ready, she pulled gently on my butt cheeks, moving me
inch by inch into my wife's ass.
Ohhhh God. Steph groaned. It hurts! Get it out!
Shhhhhh. Michelle soothed, leaning forward and kissing her ear.
Its okay. Just relax yourself. Dont clench. Let your body get used to
I had pulled myself out the moment Steph had said it hurt. I had no
desire to cause my wife pain. But when Michelle, still planting kisses on
Stephs face and neck, gestured for me to try again, I leaned forward once
more. This time I moved slower, allowing her body to get used to the
intrusion. Her ass was incredibly tight. Almost painfully so. Michelles,
by contrast, was flabby in comparison. Inch by inch I sank down until the
entire length of my cock was buried within her. I stayed there, not moving.
Hows that feel baby? Michelle asked her.
Uhhhhhhggg. Steph replied.
You ready for him to start fucking?
Yeahhhhhh. She breathed.
Michelle nodded at me and slowly I began to move in and out of her. It
only took a moment before she was moaning in pleasure and thrusting back at
me. As Michelle had taught me, I reached under with my hand and began rubbing
her clit while I ass fucked her. She really dug this.
Once we were well involved in the anal sex, Michelle got up and moved
to the front of the bed. She inserted herself between the headboard and
Stephs head, spreading her legs obscenely. She grabbed Steph harshly by the
hair and pulled her face down.
Eat me you lezzie cunt! She commanded. And youd better do it
Steph enthusiastically slurped and sucked away at Michelles pussy
while I thrust in and out of her rectum. It didnt take long before we were
all panting and sweating our way through our respective orgasms. Steph came
first, actually screaming in the manner of Michelle. Michelle was next,
screaming out her trademark obscenities while my wife sucked the come out of
her. I was last, spewing a load deep within my wifes bowels.
To my amazement, Michelle actually came around behind Steph after I
was done and began sucking on her ass once again, slurping my come out of
there. I wasnt disgusted by this and Steph didnt seem to be either but I
vowed not to kiss her anymore until she brushed her teeth.
Finally we all fell to an exhausted heap in the bed. The two women
curled up on either side of me and shortly afterward we were all asleep.
The alarm clock woke me up at 5:00 AM. I had to go to work. I was
bone-tired and my body was sore as I extricated myself from between the two
women and headed for the shower. When I was dressed and ready for work, the
two of them were still sound asleep, though they now had their arms around
each other, their bare tits pressing together.
I found myself springing another hard-on as I witnessed this and
briefly considered calling in sick before my better judgement kicked in. As I
left the house that morning I reflected that another discussion was in order
once Mark came home from Montana.
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