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JUST A CHRISTMAS PARTY, i hate it when a story is posted twice but i missed the tile
Just a Christmas Party 1/3 By Scorpio00155
I suppose after 15 years of marriage you could say we were in a sort of sexual rut, a happy rut, but a rut nevertheless. Janice and I married young, she was 18 and I was 19, both of us went to the marriage bed as innocent virgins with no practical experience or knowledge to guide our first amorous fumblings. Sex became a joy in our lives, once we had the hang of the mechanics of the act, however, it was five years before we realised that there were other ways of doing it than in the missionary position and that discovery was a fortuitous one. Not being social animals we tended to hire videos to watch at home and on this occasion a porn video had been put in the case for Blazing Saddles, it was a surprise to find ourselves watching hard core sex action and an eye opener. After that we sort of explored sex by borrowing books from the library and hiring porn films, it certainly broadened our horizons and added excitement to our lives. We tried all the positions that were physically possible, oral and anal sex, experimented with bondage and SM, we even tried exhibitionism and outdoor sex.
Over the years things we had tried became part of our regular routine with some of the more 'unusual' things being done on special occasions. Fantasy games were also part of our sex life, once we found out about them, but they were more of the Slave Girl and master type of game until just after our fifteenth anniversary we had never thought about other people in our fantasies. Goodness knows why, but one evening after we had watched a gang-bang style porn video and were fucking in bed Janice asked the question.
"Do you ever fantasise about me being fucked by another man or men like that girl in the film?"
Of course my answer was 'No', but her question did start me thinking about it and as I slowly moved in and out of her I looked down at Janice. My wife is not Miss World, but she is beautiful in my eyes, her slender 5' tall body, small breasts and impish blue eyes gave her a little teen girl look despite her actually years. Her blonde shoulder length hair bounced as we moved together.
"Have you ever had that fantasy?" I asked softly.
"Not until now." She breathed up at me. "Would it excite you to see another man fucking me Paul?"
In my mind I remember picturing my lovely 34 year old wife being fucked by another man and my cock got harder at the thought.
"Yes!" I gasped out as I began to pound into pussy heavily.
That night we hit a new peak of rapture and after that the fantasy of Janice being fucked by men other than myself became a regular part of our lovemaking. As we fucked she would describe what her fantasy lover would do to her, how he would touch her and how he felt, but it was all fantasy, neither of us truly desired such a thing in reality.
Strangely when I asked Janice if the fantasy of me fucking another woman turned her on the way I got turned on by thinking of her with another man her answer was a decisive and very positive 'No'. She seemed to become seriously upset at the mere suggestion of me with another woman and that was the one and only time the question was ever raised between us, though I did sporadically think about it in the silence of my own mind while I was fucking Janice, though not very often.
So there you had our sex lives, exciting, but not audacious, which was pretty much the description of our lives. We worked, went to the occasional family gathering and the even more occasional party, everything regular and routine. That was until Janice's younger sister Ann invited us to a Christmas party being held at the home of her latest boyfriend. Ann was the black sheep of my wife's family, a true party animal, never without a boyfriend and no virgin from the age of 14, or so Janice told me. We had little contact with Ann so it was a surprise to receive the invitation, in fact Janice was tempted to turn it down at first, but her sister eventually persuaded her to agree to go since it was 'Just a Christmas Party'.
On the night of the party Janice dressed up in a black evening gown that she had bought and never worn outside the house thinking it a bit too daring. The dress was short , coming to just above her knees and since I thought her legs one of her best features I liked the idea of her showing them off. It clung tightly to her slender figure highlighting her curves, the neckline was deep and plunging and although she did not have large breasts the dress clung tightly to them, which emphasised them, that and the thin shoulder straps meant she could not wear a bra with it. Which was another point in the dresses favour in my opinion. With her hair loose around her shoulders and light make-up she looked young and oh so desirable.
"I'd love to Paul," Janice laughed when I suggested we skip the party and stay home to fool around. "but we promised Ann we would go. We needn't stay long though."
So we called a taxi and went to the party fully intending to leave it after an hour or so.
Ken's home turned out to be a three bedroom detached house which we learnt he shared with two other guys. Ann greeted us at the door, she was very much like Janice in looks only more filled out and not wearing as well as my darling wife. She ushered us in, showed us where to put our coats then led us to the living room which was large and spacious, the lighting had been dimmed I supposed to set an intimate party mood. Pointing me in the direction of the bar Ann drew Janice aside and while I was bringing the drinks back I saw them in close conversation. As I rejoined them Ann gave me a grin and an airy wave then flitted off to mingle with the other guests, Janice watched her go with an annoyed look on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked handing Janice her drink.
"God knows how I let her talk me into it," she frowned as she took a sip of her drink. "but I've agreed that we'll stay to the end of the party to help clean up."
I sighed both aloud and mentally as our plans of leaving early to spend the night fucking went out the window. Looking around the I saw Ann laughing with a couple of men and the thought of strangling her flitted across my mind. In all there seemed to be ten other couples there, including Ann and Ken, all of them were strangers to us and I was not looking forward to a long night of socialising with people I didn't know. Music was playing fairly loudly and a few couples were hopping about to the racy strains, neither Janice or myself really enjoyed fast dancing so we drifted off into a corner to while away the time.
The next couple of hours were boring, it was clear to us that the rest of the partygoers were good friends and their lively chatter competed with the noise of the fast music. Not that we were ignored, people came and joined us in our corner to chat and joke, somehow our glasses always seemed to be topped up even though I never went to the bar and by eleven we were both very slightly drunk. The drinks added to the feeling of frustration we both felt from having our plans dashed, but after a while we sort of gave a mental shrug and started kissing and doing a little light petting in the dimness of our private little corner. I guess we were just drunk enough to be more daring than usual because a few times when people joined us to chat I would secretly stroke my wife's buttocks quite firmly and rather than being annoyed she would give me an impish grin each time this happened.
"Someone's feeling fruity." Janice commented to me with a broad grin after the latest of those situations.
"I had the feeling you were." I grinned back.
"Not me!" she laughed. "Well, yes me too, but you are being more than a little daring. I'm sure Ken saw what you were doing to me."
We laughed and went back to our kissing and cuddling only stopping when Ken and Ann rejoined us a few minutes later.
"Not dancing?" Ken asked as he handed us full glasses.
"They don't like fast stuff." Ann answered before we could respond.
"Is that all?" Ken laughed. "We'll have to do something about that. I can't have my guests standing around bored. If I go change the music will you dance?"
"Sure." Janice answered after a glance at me.
Grinning Ken went off, a few moments later the tempo of the music changed to slow and smoochy. Ken returned to collect Ann and looked at Janice.
"No excuse not to dance now." He said as he escorted Ann away.
"I suppose there isn't." Janice commented to his departing back.
She looked at me and grinned wryly, I grinned back and led her out into the room to join the other couples who were now dancing close together. Janice cuddled up to me and as we drifted around to the slow music I took the opportunity to stroke her back and bum with a few discreet squeezes of her boobs for fun. Laughing Janice snuggled even closer, looked up and pursed her lips, I quickly accepted her invitation to kiss her luscious lips. Time passed and both of us grew more than a little aroused, my cock was rising gradually which Janice quickly noticed and responded to by rubbing her lower body on my hardness. Some time later we took a break both to grab a drink and to calm down a little.
"This is almost fun." I commented as we sipped at our drinks.
"Pity I can't do what I really want to do," Janice said with a devilish chuckle. "and that's rip your clothes off and fuck you!"
I was all for that and was about to suggest we slip away quietly when we were joined by Ken and Ann.
"Mind if I steal Janice for a dance." Ken asked even as he was taking Janice's hand to lead her away.
Before I could reply they were gone, I watched as Ken took my wife in his arms and danced slowly around, I had to hide a grin at the distance Janice was keeping between them. Ann glanced at the two of them then looked at me with a raised eyebrow, reluctantly I took the hint and took her into the centre of the room where she moved tight to me even as I put my arms around her waist. As I danced with my sister-in-law I could see Janice and Ken drifting around the room, the gap between them had closed to the point that their bodies were rubbing against each other as they moved, much as Ann's body was rubbing and pressing against mine as we danced. When the song ended I saw Janice move away from Ken and head back to our little corner with Ken following along behind her, I wanted to join her but Ann snuggled against me tightly as I made a move to part us. Mentally sighing I carried on dancing with Ann while half watching Janice and Ken chatting, somewhere along the way Ken had grabbed a bottle of vodka and was constantly filling her glass as they talked.
At long last the record ended, moving away from Ann I made my way back to my wife, seeing me coming Ken raised his glass as though in toast, passed the vodka bottle to me and took Ann away to dance. Filling my glass I offered the bottle to Janice, though I could see that she was starting to get really drunk, much to my surprise she let me fill her glass. We drank quickly with the intention of getting back to dancing together, but barely had her glass emptied than one of the other men came over and asked her to dance leaving me standing there on my own.
Idly I glanced around the room before letting my eyes follow the sensuous movements of my wife's body as she danced close to her new partner. As I watched her pressing against her partner I found myself strangely thinking of our fantasy of her having sex with another man, my cock grew a little harder at the thought and to distract myself I looked around the room again. There were five couples dancing, including Janice and her partner, which should have left another five couples standing around the room, but I could only see three couples and two men on their own. At first I guessed the other women were in the bathroom, but then I noticed one of the women kiss her partner and head to the room where the coats were, a few seconds later she came out with her coat on and headed towards the front door.
"Odd." I muttered to myself as my eyes drifted back to Janice.
My eyebrows raised as I noticed that her partners hands had slipped from her waist to the top of her shapely buttocks. My cock gave a twitch at the thought that this guy was perhaps going to try to cop a quick feel, but then they parted as the record ended. Taking a step into the room to join Janice for a dance I suddenly paused when one of the men on their own intercepted her journey towards where I stood, a moment later she was in his arms dancing. Moving back into our corner I poured myself another drink and let my eyes follow Janice and her partner as they danced. Right from the outset their bodies had been touching and as they moved around I saw the guy sliding his hands around her slim waist to the small of her back, I could see him gently pulling Janice tighter to him, but she didn't seem put out by this. A few moments later his hands slid down onto the upper curve of her buttocks, again Janice seemed comfortable with what was happening so I contented myself to simply watch and sip at my drink. The guys hands gradually slid lower until they were almost cupping Janice's bottom, as I watched his movements our fantasy drifted in and out of my thoughts.
"Hey Ken," Ann's voice distracted me from watching Janice. "you forgot to put up the mistletoe!"
"I'll soon fix that." Ken's voice replied from somewhere near the kitchen as the record drew to an end.
As I turned my attention back to my wife I saw Ken go into the kitchen then come back out with a handful of mistletoe sprigs. In the few seconds my eyes had been away from her Janice had gained a new dance partner, this man was not slow in sliding his hands around her waist and down to her bum and as they danced I watched him slowly rubbing her buttocks. Strangely I didn't feel jealous, though I did feel a little put out that I was not getting the chance to dance with Janice.
Ken crossed my cone of vision, paused, stuck a sprig of mistletoe to the ceiling with some tape then moved on. Glancing up I saw mistletoe sprouting at half a dozen points around the ceiling and he hadn't finished putting it up. Thinking that this was a bit like overkill I went back to watching Janice and her partner just in time to see the guy give her bottom a squeeze. Janice leant back and said something to him to which he shrugged and grinned, though I noted his hands didn't move away from her.
Just then the record ended, I saw Janice make a quick move out of the room and guessing she was heading for the toilet I followed her out.
The toilet door was closed when I got there, but it opened a few moments later as Janice stepped out.
"Hi honey." I grinned at her. "You okay?"
"Hi honey yourself." She replied leaning up to kiss me. "Yes, I'm fine. A little drunk and light-headed, but fine."
Well I had to kiss her back and one thing led to another, before long we were kissing heavily and doing some serious petting. By the time we came up for air my cock was almost fully hard and Janice had that gleam in her eye that meant 'fuck me'.
"Go to the loo," she grinned at me. "then we can go back downstairs and dance."
"I was wondering when I was going to get to dance with you." I grinned as I headed into the toilet.
"I do suddenly seem to be a popular dancing partner." Janice chuckled through the door as I struggled to get my hard member to point at the toilet bowl.
"You seem to be enjoying the attention." I called back to her still struggling to pee.
"It's just some harmless flirting, but I'd rather it was you doing it." She replied.
"There you are." Came Ann's voice. "I thought you and Paul had snuck away."
"I said we'd stay to help out at the end didn't I." Janice said sounding a little annoyed at her sister.
"Yes you did." Ann laughed. "Anyway, come on downstairs and join the fun."
"In a minute," Janice answered. "I'm just waiting for Paul."
"Paul's a big boy, I'm sure he can find his own way back to the living room." Ann said. "Come on."
It took me another few minutes to finally pee, by the time I got back downstairs Janice had just finished another drink and was being taken into the arms of yet another of the men there. Sighing I went to make my way towards what had been our intimate corner, I had barely taken a step when Ann was in front of me, she looked up at the ceiling and grinned. Looking up I saw a sprig of mistletoe, looking down I gave her a little smile then had to catch my balance as Ann threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I heard a few chuckles as she drew out the kiss and then it was over, grinning at her I shook my head and turned to look at the centre of the room. There were only three couples dancing now, including Janice, when I looked around the room I saw seven guys lounging around chatting and joking with no sign of their partners. Ann stood with her arm around my waist as I looked back towards Janice and wondered where the other women had gone.
Janice was dancing tightly pressed to her partner, his hands were on her buttocks gently squeezing and kneading them which made me think of our fantasy again.
A short while later Janice and her partner drifted under one of the many sprigs of mistletoe Ken had stuck up on the ceiling, there were so many sprigs on the ceiling above the centre of the room that it was almost impossible to miss them. Her partner looked up then grinned down at Janice, I saw her look up then shake her head while smiling, a moment later the man was kissing her. My cock went hard once again as I watched this guy kissing my wife while squeezing her buttocks, he drew the kiss out for quite some time then parted their lips just as the song that was playing ended. He moved away from her and Janice took a quick step away from under the mistletoe glancing up to make sure she wasn't under another sprig before looking around for me. Just as she spotted me another of the guys joined her and asked her to dance, Janice made some reply then looked my way, the guy looked my way too then said something that looked like 'I'm sure he won't mind'.
Reluctantly Janice turned to the guy and let him take her in his arms, I barely noticed Ann moving away from me as I watched the guys hands move straight to my wife's buttocks. The pair drifted around for a few seconds with his hands already kneading Janice's buttocks, then the inevitable happened they moved under another sprig of mistletoe. Once again I watched as another man kissed my wife firmly, as the moments passed and the kiss went on my cock grew harder. Someone handed me a drink which I drank in one gulp without taking my eyes off what was happening at the centre of the room. When at last their lips parted Janice looked a little flushed and breathless, but she seemed to calm down as they continued dancing until the end of the record. Instead of a new partner the man drew her over to a couple of other guys, she was handed a drink, a very large one which she drank in big gulps while the guys chatted to her and each other. I decided to join them so that I could get a dance with Janice, but I'd forgotten that damned mistletoe.
I was half way to where Janice was standing when one of the other women stepped in front of me with a grin on her face. Glancing up I gave a mental sigh, looking down at the woman I leant forward to give her a quick peck then move on my way, but she was having none of that.
With a little jump this woman threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, and I mean kissed me! Her lips pressed against mine with almost bruising pressure, her tongue flicking across my lips sensuously while her body rubbed against me, dimly I was aware of a record starting and by the time the woman finished kissing me the record was half over.
Breathing heavily I stepped away from her and the mistletoe then looked over to where Janice had been, she wasn't there so I looked towards the centre of the room to see her kissing with yet another man under some mistletoe. I had no idea how long the man had been kissing Janice, but his hands were busy pressing on her buttocks then sliding up and down her back. The record ended and another guy immediately moved in to take Janice in his arms before she could move away from the mistletoe, he didn't even draw her attention to the green sprig above them, he just leant in and kissed her intimately.
Feeling light headed, puzzled and horny I leant against the wall and watched as this man made no effort to pretend to dance with Janice, throughout the whole record he kissed her while fondling her back and buttocks. Knowing the particular song that was playing I moved towards Janice well before the tune ended, carefully glancing up at the ceiling to make sure I didn't stray under some mistletoe. Just for a change my timing was spot on, the record ended just as I got to them, the guy moved back and I quickly wrapped Janice in my arms, thanking my lucky stars that the tune that started to play was a really long one.
"Having fun?" I whispered into her ear as we drifted around, our bodies rubbing together.
"I am now." She sighed softly. "God I feel plastered Paul."
"You know what you're doing though?" I asked wondering if she was too drunk to know.
"I'm not quite that drunk. Not yet anyway." She replied, then asked seriously. "Do you want me to stop Paul?"
"I guess not," I chuckled. "besides you seem to be enjoying it. It's sort of like our fantasy."
"Well I can tell that your cock doesn't mind." Janice laughed pressing her lower body on my stiffness. "And yes, it is sort of fun. I guess it is sort of like our fantasy, which sort of makes it even more fun.
I do wish this party would end soon though, I really want you Paul.
Are you sure you are okay with me flirting?"
"I'm comfortable with whatever you are comfortable with." I replied.
"Oops." Janice giggled looking up at the ceiling.
I didn't need to look up to know that there was a sprig of mistletoe above us. With a grin I leant down and kissed her while sliding my hands onto her bottom, the pressure of my squeezes and strokes were a lot heavier than the other men had used. Janice made a little moan of excitement into my mouth as our tongues fenced, her body grinding against mine, even through our clothes I could feel her nipples digging into me as the music slowly wound to an end. When the record finally ended we reluctantly parted, both of us were breathing heavily with excitement, Janice's face was flushed and glancing down I saw her nipples pushing out the material of her dress. As I stepped back one of the others took my place with Janice, grabbing a drink I went back to watching the couples dancing, not surprisingly by the time I had turned my attention back to Janice she was being kissed and stroked by her current partner. Sipping my drink I watched as the man really went to town squeezing and rubbing my wife's buttocks and back, she was rubbing her body against him and it dawned on me that this guy was getting the benefit of my having excited her so much. There was no pretence at dancing and when the record ended another man immediately moved in on Janice.
Over the next hour I watched as each of the ten men present took it in turns to kiss and fondle Janice's back from her neck down to her thighs with only two very short breaks when they plied her with drinks. There was no doubt about it, Janice was drunk, but not quite falling down drunk, though there was an occasional stagger in her movements. During that time I did kiss and fondle each of the two other women that had stayed at the party, but on the whole my attention was focused on Janice. Then I decided it was time for me to dance with my wife, using the same technique as before I managed to be right at her side when a song ended. Janice turned to me, pressed up against me and raised her head to be kissed, I'm not actually sure she even realised it was me kissing her at first.
"You okay?" I asked softly a little while later as we came up for air.
"Mmmm," Janice hummed in reply. "I'm okay. You still okay with me flirting like this?"
"I'm fine with what's happening so far." I replied while thinking that things had gone a little past simple flirting.
Leaning down I kissed her again, open mouthed and full tongue to which she responded enthusiastically in kind. As our bodies ground against each other I let my hands roam up and down her back, cupping her buttocks with one hand I slid the other up her side. Unable to resist the temptation I let my hand slide round her ribs onto her boob, Janice moaned as I squeezed her small boob then tweaked her aroused nipple. We stayed like this until the song finally came to an end, with great reluctance I moved away from Janice who stood there with her eyes closed breathing heavily in obvious arousal. Ken cut in when I was about to start dancing with Janice again, moving away from the centre of the room I watched Ken stroking Janice's back then reaching down to cup her bottom in his hands. A moment later I saw one of his hands follow the route my own hand had taken up her side until it came to rest on her boob, he began to squeeze her boob gently, but when Janice made no objection his actions became firmer. I watched as Ken tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger then covered her boob with his hand and massaged it.
The song came to an end, Ken moved away and his place was taken by one of the others who didn't even bother stroking Janice's back first, one hand went down to cup her bottom and began kneading it while the other hand went straight to her boob. It was exciting to me to watch as one after the other all the men present took their turn to play with Janice's buttock and boob, I lost all track of time as I watched my wife being toyed with. Briefly I wondered if Janice might get so turned on that things would go further than she intended, but it was a mere fleeting thought that faded when Ken took Janice in his arms again.
This time Ken moved both his hands up to my wife's boobs as he kissed her solidly, there was no gently stroking first either, as soon as his hands were in place he began to squeeze her small globes almost roughly, from time to time tweaking and tugging at her nipples. For Janice this was a great turn-on, she loved me to treat her boobs harshly, while pulling her nipples almost from her body would drive her arousal right off the scale. Only now it was another mans' hands that were giving her the treatment she loved so much, not surprisingly Janice really began to grind against Ken, her lower body thrusting against his almost as though she were fucking him. Encouraged by her response Ken's action became even firmer and Janice responded even more fervently.
The tune ended and one of the others moved in to take Ken's place, I saw him say something to the other guy just as he was leaning forward to kiss Janice. I can't be sure, but it looked as though Ken was telling his friend that Janice went crazy when you mashed her tits.
Whatever it was he had said the man was acting on it, his hands were almost crushing my wife's boobs and when he turned his attention to her nipples I saw him pulling and twisting them through the material of her dress. Ken must have spread the word to the others, because as each man took his turn with Janice they would mash and crush her boobs roughly then tug and twist her nipples equally as hard. Throughout all this Janice's movements grew more fevered, she would thrust and grind against each of her partners so hard that one or two of them staggered a little before regaining their balance.
Leaning there against the wall sipping at drinks and watching the action around my wife I got the impression that the others had either forgotten I was there or didn't give a damn that I was. In the back of my drunk and excited mind there was a momentary spark of concern as to where all this was leading, but as visions of our shared fantasy floated across my mind those concerns melted away. Between the drink and my arousal I felt mesmerised into immobility, I know I was aware that what was happening to Janice was now a co-ordinated effort between all the men present, that they were getting her so drunk and excited that she would eventually do whatever they wanted. It was also clear that Ken had the leading role, it was he that took things up a level each time he took his turn with Janice, the others then followed his example for that particular round of action. Despite this awareness I couldn't seem to find the volition to do any more than stand and watch events unfold.
The tune Janice was being kissed and mauled to ended, as her tenth partner began to move away Ken was at Janice's side with a full tumbler of what I guessed to be vodka in his hand. For a moment she just stood there with her eyes closed, swaying slightly and breathing heavily seemingly lost in an aroused dream state. Then her eyes opened, she saw Ken, saw the drink in his hand, taking the drink Janice gulped it down quickly and handed the empty glass back to Ken who passed it over to one of the other men before taking Janice in his arms. Within a couple of seconds he was crushing her boobs and teasing her nipples heavily to which Janice responded with almost frantic thrusts of her body against his. In a break from the pattern Ken parted their lips and looked down at Janice's face while still mauling her boobs, even from where I was leaning I heard the moan that escaped my wife's lips as her head leant back. I could see that her eyes were flickering open and closed, her lips were parted slightly as she took short sharp breaths, gasping each time Ken tugged or twisted her nipples. Ken looked over at the others who were now all gathered in one group, he grinned at them then turned his attention back to Janice who stood there accepting his actions at her breasts.
Leaning down Ken kissed Janice again, she accepted his kiss hungrily and then staggered a little as Ken began to move them from the spot she had been almost glued to for so long. Gradually I noticed that Ken was slowly guiding Janice in my direction, then I realised that right beside where I was leaning a three seater sofa had been pushed back against the wall to clear the centre of the room for dancing. Clearly it was towards this that Ken was guiding Janice, my cock twitched at the thought of what was happening. Then Ken stopped their movements a few feet in front of the sofa and a mere five feet from where I was watching avidly, at that very moment the tune ended and another of the men took Ken's place. One after the other the guys in the room took their turn with Janice, each of them leaning back to look down at my wife's aroused face while still toying with her boobs. Each time her lips were parted from her partner's Janice would moan, her head would lean back and now I was able to see that not only were her eyelids flickering her eyes were moving excitedly from side to side. One of her partners offered her another large tumbler of drink which Janice downed as though she had been dying of thirst, she was still swallowing the last of the drink when her partner began molesting her boobs.
Then Ken was with Janice again, the tune that started playing as he leant down to kiss her while his hands went to her boobs was Ravel's Bolero! Ken would have over fifteen minutes with Janice and my cock jerked within the confines of my clothes at the thought of what he may try doing in that time. At first he contented himself with carrying on as before, kissing her hard, squeezing her boobs crushingly and mauling her nipples. After a few minutes of this Ken parted their lips, Janice moaned louder than any time before as her head almost flopped back, her pretty blue eyes flickering dazedly while her breath came in short pants and gasps. When Ken grinned down at Janice I knew as well as he did that she had reached a stage that she didn't care who was doing what to her, his hands moved from her boobs to her hips and with a gentle pressure he turned her around so that her back was to him. Janice offered no resistance as he turned her, now I could see her face fully I noted that it was flushed with arousal and although she was looking right at me her eyes seemed unfocused. Once she was turned Ken put his hands back to her boobs and now I see the play of intense pleasure on her face as he groped her heavily, between pants and gasps Janice began to hum almost continuously with the pleasure his actions instilled in her.
Leaning down Ken flicked his tongue over one of Janice's ears, nibbled the lobe for a few moments then started to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulders. Janice writhed against him, pushing her bottom hard to his groin while pushing her boobs even tighter to his hands as he kissed her shoulders, first one side then the other, her arms hung loose at her sides, but her hands clenched and unclenched. Ken kissed her right shoulder again, as he did so one of his hands moved from her boob to slide up her chest to her shoulder, my mouth went dry as he gently pushed the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder. Still squeezing her left breast and kissing her right shoulder he slowly pushed the strap down her upper arm until it would go no further.
Reaching down he took her elbow in his hand and gently pulled it up so that her arm passed through the loop of the strap, although she did nothing to aid him Janice offered no resistance as pulled her arm out of the strap then laid it back at her side. His hand went back to her boob and his lips turned their attention to her left shoulder, releasing her left boob he slid his hand to her shoulder and repeated the process that removed her left strap. Once again his hand went back to my wife's boob where he spent a few minutes crushing and tugging at her small mounds and hard nipples.
Then one of his hands was moving again, slowly it stroked down the front of Janice's body until it came to rest over her groin. With a sharp tug that made Janice gasp loudly Ken pulled her lower body tightly to his, then his fingers started to rub over and around her mound, at first delicately then with ever increasing pressure until Janice was squirming and moaning in his grasp. Still stroking her pussy Ken moved his other hand, I saw it slide around her body to her back then I drew in a sharp breath as her dress began to go loose. A moment later the material slithered down her body until it lay crumpled over Ken's wrist, moving his hand Ken let the material fall even further giving it encouragement when it caught at her hips, soon it lay in a heap around my wife's feet. Throughout this Janice offered no protest or resistance and I could see Ken grinning broadly as he gazed over her shoulder at her now naked boobs; her small silky black panties, self-grip stockings and high heels were all that now covered her. Once again Ken took possession of her unfettered boobs, his fingers reddening her skin as he crushed them in his hands, when he turned his attention to her nipples I thought he was trying to tear them from her body. Yet this was what Janice loved and her moans rose to louder groans as he alternately crushed her boobs and tugged at her nipples.
Ages seemed to pass with Ken focusing his attentions on my wife's boobs, but eventually one of his hands slid down over her body onto her panty covered pussy and as he pressed his hand on her mound Janice gave a tremulous groan and shivered. To the strains of Bolero Ken began to rub his palm on her mound while his fingers pressed under her groin onto her pussy, the material of her panties stretching as he forced it into her slit. Dimly I was aware that the tune was nearing it's climatic end and so it seemed was Janice, her body writhed and ground against Ken's as he increased the pressure of his hands at both her pussy and her boobs. He seemed determined to bring Janice to a climax before the tune ended, his hand movements became faster and harder while his finger pushed the by now wet material of her panties into her pussy in a short stroked fucking motion. Janice's fast and heavy breathing became even faster and heavier as her excitement level rose, then, just as the music crescendoed into the finale she gave out a long low groan and her body began to shiver as waves of bliss hit her. With each shiver of her body Janice would give a little moan until finally Ken moved his hands to her waist to the final strains of the tune. Janice's legs were trembling so much that Ken had to hold her steady as the next man moved in to take his place, she had barely come down from her peak when another set of hands started to play with her boobs and stroke at her panty clad pussy.
One after the other each of the men took their turn with Janice, each of them playing roughly with her bare boobs, tugging and twisting at her nipples and stroking her pussy firmly through her sodden panties.
Each of them did their best to make her climax before the tune that was playing came to an end, some failed, but most succeeded. When the last of them had done with her Janice was quivering all over, her breathing came in ragged pants mingled with small moans of bliss. My cock literally ached as I anticipated Ken taking his next turn with Janice, but instead one of the women, who I seem to remember was called Carol, moved over to her side. The man with Janice grinned at the Carol as she took over supporting my wife's quivering body, her hands moving up to play with Janice's boobs for a few moments before one of them slid down to stroke at her pussy.
Agog I watched this woman playing with my wife's body, her actions were almost as rough as the men's had been and Janice responded just as she had with the other men, grinding against her partner and pushing her pussy down onto the probing fingers. At first I don't think Janice was aware that the person playing with her body was a woman, but something about the difference of the body she was grinding against finally got through, slowly she raised her head and looked over shoulder into Carol's eyes. Carol grinned at Janice as the realisation that it was a woman stroking her body sank in, then Carol was moving and turning Janice to face her. Looking deep into my wife's dazed, but shocked eyes Carol pulled Janice to her and kissed her firmly while one of her hands went to one of Janice's boobs and the other slid down to her pussy. I don't know if Janice would have objected or not, whether she was even able to clearly understand what was happening, but her reaction to the kiss and the movements of Carol's hands was an almost immediate climax. Neither Janice or I had ever thought of a woman to woman fantasy, it had always been her and other men, what I was watching now was one of the most erotic and arousing sights I had ever seen in my life. As for Janice, she just kept climaxing and climaxing while Carol continued to kiss and stroke her right up to the last strains of the music.
The other woman, who seem to recall was named Nancy, was already waiting to take over with Janice and as Carol moved aside my wife briefly opened her eyes to see that it was another woman that was about to take her in her arms. Once again I was enthralled by the sight of another woman kissing my wife, of another woman squeezing her small breasts and teasing her excited nipples, of another woman rubbing and fingering her pussy through her panties. All through this Janice was climaxing, it was as though she was locked into an orgasmic loop, I had never known her to climax so many times even though she climaxed quickly normally and her bliss was exciting me all the more.
A little before the end of the record Nancy turned my wife around again so that her back was to Nancy and for the next few minutes until the tune ended she played with Janice's body. My eyebrows nearly shot to the top of my head when Janice's sister Ann appeared at her side and for one brief moment I thought I was about to watch an incestuous lesbian act, but Ann only handed her sister a tumbler of vodka, waited for Janice to drain it then took the tumbler from her and moved away again.
It was no surprise to see Ken waiting behind Janice as she handed the tumbler to Ann, but it was a surprise to see that he was naked to the waist and minus his shoes. For the first time in God knows how long my eyes flickered away from Janice to look at the others in the room, all the men were bare to the waist, but the three other women, which included my wife's sister Ann, were totally naked. For a brief moment I drank in the sight of the only other naked women I had seen before then turned my attention back to my wife and her current partner, Ken.
As I looked back at Janice Ken's hands were just starting to squeeze her boobs, in the background the strains of Bolero were playing again, clearly Ken was planning to move things up yet another level. I don't think Janice realised at first that her bare back was now rubbing against Ken's bare chest, but as one of his hands slid down to play with her pussy through her panties I saw her eyes open slightly as though in comprehension. Then one of her hands moved behind her as though confirming what her back was telling her, as her hand stroked against his bare chest Ken grinned at this first sign of her active participation. For the next few minutes Ken played with Janice's boobs, teased her nipples and massaged her pussy while she ground against him with her hand bent behind her to rub at his bare chest and stomach. It was the first time that Janice had done more than remain passive as others moved her and was obviously something that Ken had been waiting for.
"Take off your panties Janice," Ken spoke softly near her ear at the same time moving his hand from her pussy. "and look at Paul while you do it. Let him see how much you enjoy doing what I tell you to do."
I was so close I could his words clearly, which I was sure was his intention. For a long time I had suspected that Ken was making sure that Janice was always positioned so that I could see everything he and his friends did with her, now I was sure of it. Nor had I any doubts at all where this was leading, though I seemed to have no inclination to protest at what was happening and even if I had I was not stupid enough to do so with ten randy men around, not unless Janice wanted things to stop. But fear of their reaction if I objected was not the issue, I simply could not bring myself to act especially as I had told Janice that I was comfortable with whatever she felt comfortable with, which was more than true, I was excited by what was happening to her. Ken looked at me over Janice's shoulder and grinned triumphant in the knowledge that I hadn't the will to object to him doing as he pleased with my wife and that she was now so aroused that she couldn't have protested if she had wanted to.
As though in a trance my wife's head rose until she was looking straight into my eyes, her eyes looked glazed from lust and there was no mistaking the wild excitement they held. Her hands went to the sides of her panties as she kept on looking into my eyes and my attention was split between her eyes and the motions of her hands as she pushed her panties down over her hips. Her shaven pussy was revealed in all it's glory, then leant down a little to push the panties down her thighs. The small wisp of damp material slid down to her ankles and she straightened up again leaning back against Ken's bare chest with her eyes still looking into mine.
"Step out of your dress and panties Janice." Ken spoke softly to her.
"Then keep looking at Paul."
Janice stepped to one side and as she did so Ann came over, picked up her clothes and took them away, all the while Ken played with her boobs and nipples with his other hand. Dressed only in self-grip stockings and high heels my wife ground her lower body into Ken's groin as though encouraging him to carry on playing with her body. Her eyes were locked to mine as Ken's hand went back to her pussy, with slow deliberate motions he stroked her bare mound then ran his fingers around her outer lips. My heart was pounding in my chest as I half watched the movements of Ken's hands and half watched the sheer bliss that grew in my wife's eyes with each stroke he made at her pussy.
Then he parted her pussy lips with his thumb and little finger while two of his finger stroked over the pink flesh revealed by his action, for a minute his fingers rubbed over her clit which made her eyes half close in bliss even though she tried to keep them open to look at me as Ken had told her to.
"Open your legs." Ken ordered softly.
Janice obeyed by moving her already parted feet apart a few inches more.
"Wider." Ken said into her ear.
Once again she shuffled her feet even further apart not stopping until they were spread almost as far as she could go without losing balance.
The effect was to open her pussy fully to my gaze and Ken's hand, as her feet came to rest his hand cupped her pussy to press up so hard that she rose a little on her toes while at the same time groaning in pleasure. The lust I could see in her eyes increased as Ken started to slide his hand up and down on her slit still keeping the same pressure on her. A few minutes later Janice gave out a shuddering groan and her eyes closed despite her best efforts to keep them open, the reason for her action was two of Ken's fingers pushing up into her pussy then moving in a slow fucking motion. Gradually Ken increased the pace of his fingers thrusting into Janice and her reaction was to boil over into an orgasm, her whole body shuddering as she pushed down onto his fingers. Ken gave a low chuckle as Janice squirmed and pushed against his probing fingers, I released the breath I hadn't realised that I was holding as I watched my wife go through orgasmic bliss with this man. Dimly I became aware that the music had stopped playing, the only sounds to be heard were those my wife made as she slowly came down from her peak of pleasure only to start rising to another as Ken kept moving his fingers in her pussy.
Then Ken moved away from Janice and another of the men took his place as music started playing again, it was a game of musical chairs with Janice as the one and only chair in the game. I could only stand there staring as though mesmerised by what I was watching, my breathing laboured and my cock twitching. There was no build up from any of the other men as they took Janice in their arms, each in his turn stroked her pussy firmly, rubbed her clit briefly then pushed fingers into her and finger fucked her to climax after climax. All the while Janice tried to keep looking at me as Ken had told her to, but it was an impossible task, her eyes would close as each new wave of bliss washed over her then flicker half open to look at me dazedly. Then the last of the men was moving away from Janice, not that she was alone for more than a heartbeat, as the man moved Carol took his place, her hands sliding to boob and pussy without hesitation.
Through her carnal haze Carol somehow sensed that it was a woman handling her now and she seemed to burst into a climax which made Carol laugh as she leant over Janice's shoulder. Carol turned Janice so that they were sideways on to me and facing each other, I saw Janice look into Carol's eyes then look down at Carol's body. As her eyes rose to Carol's again Carol moved one of her hands to Janice's pussy to once more finger her, at the same time she reached up with her other hand to the back of Janice's head. With a gentle pressure Carol pulled my wife's head down towards her boobs until her lips were almost touching Carol's nipples, I nearly came in my pants when Janice opened her lips and closed her mouth over a nipple as Carol pulled her onto it. Carol hummed with pleasure as Janice began to suckle on her nipple, her fingers moving harder and faster in Janice's pussy as the pleasure Janice's mouth was giving her grew. After a while Carol had Janice pay attention to her other nipple, although my view was blocked by their bodies I knew that my wife was sucking and nibbling on the other woman's hard bud. Then Carol drew Janice's head up until they could kiss, I watched as their lips met hungrily, their boobs crushing together as Carol kept up her fingering of Janice's pussy.
The tune playing came to an end and Carol moved away from Janice so that Nancy could take her place. Once again I was treated to the lewd sight of two women together in a carnal embrace. It took barely any pressure from Nancy's hand when it guided Janice to her nipples and the groans and gasps Janice was making told us all that she was enjoying not only the movement of another woman's fingers in her pussy, but also suckling at another woman's breasts. I felt as though I couldn't breath as I watched my wife and this woman we had only met that night kissing and playing with each other's bodies, even if Janice was only acting under direction it was as an active participant. When the music stopped I thought that Ken would take over again, but I was wrong, earlier I had thought that I was about to see an incestuous lesbian act, this time it happened.
Ann quickly took her sister in her arms and kissed her fiercely, her actions so quick that Janice didn't realise who it was, I think she must have thought Carol had taken over again as she and Ann were of a similar build. My cock throbbed as I watched Ann push her fingers into Janice and begin the motions of fucking her, at the same time Ann teased one of her sister's nipples. Janice quickly rose towards climax under this attention and just as she started to show the first signs of cumming Ann parted their lips and drew Janice's head down to her boobs. Without hesitation Janice began to suck and nibble on the nipple she had been guided to, still unaware that it was her younger sister she had been kissing, that it was her sister's nipple she was sucking and it was her sister's fingers thrusting in and out of her hot pussy. My heart was in my throat as I watched the two women together, vaguely I was aware that the music had stopped again, but there was no sign of anyone coming to take Ann's place with Janice.
Minutes passed during which Ann moved her sister's mouth from one nipple to the other and back while her fingers drove Janice to orgasm.
Then Ann moved her hand from her sister's pussy, pulling Janice upright Ann put her hands to the sides of her face and waited for Janice's eyes to open. Long moments passed before Janice eventually opened her eyes to find herself looking into her sister's eyes, it took a moment for the realisation that it was Ann sank in through her aroused senses, Janice's eyes opened wide in shock and her body stiffened.
Smiling Ann leant forward and kissed Janice on the lips, her hands held her sister's face in place as she tried to pull away slightly.
Janice held herself tense as her sister drew out the kiss, but gradually she began to return it, the tension seeping from her body as her excitement took over one more and as Janice started to respond more enthusiastically Ann dropped her hands to her sister's body. One hand stopped at her boobs while the other slid down to her pussy, as Ann started to squeeze Janice's boob and fuck her pussy with her fingers Janice gave a loud groan into her sister's mouth. Parting their lips Ann looked into her sister's eyes then looked down at her own breasts, Janice hesitated for a moment then leant down to suck one of Ann's nipples into her mouth. Ann sighed with pleasure as Janice moved her mouth from nipple to nipple without any guidance. After a few minutes of this Janice was on the verge of a climax and Ann was showing signs of extreme arousal, then Ann looked over to where the others were standing watching.
"Ken?" She said in a questioning tone.
My eyes followed the direction she was looking in time to see Ken grin and nod his head, he said something to Carol who was beside him. She grinned and nodded in reply and as my eyes moved back to the scene of my wife and her sister Carol moved to join them. Ann had a look of joy on her face as Carol moved behind Janice, Ann's hands moved from her sister's body to be replaced by Carol's hands while I stared and wondered what Ann's unspoken question to Ken had been. Carol pulled Janice upright and tight to her, Janice opened her eyes in surprise then groaned as Ann leant forward to kiss her hard, the way their mouths locked together I just knew that their tongues were clashing in each other's mouths. After a few moments Janice shuddered into yet another climax, as her knees threatened to buckle under her with the force of her passion Carol dropped slowly to her knees kissing her way down Janice's back as she did so. Then Carol put her hands on Janice's waist and applied a gentle downward pressure that had Janice sinking to her knees as well, Carol reached down and pushed my wife's knees apart, Janice let her legs part under Carol's guidance until she was halfway to doing the splits. Meanwhile Ann was standing over her sister watching her friend snuggle into her back, reach round to Janice's boobs with one hand and thrust the fingers of the other into Janice's pussy, Ann's pussy was mere inches away from her sister's face.
"Oh God." Janice groaned as Carol's forceful thrust of her fingers crushed her pussy lips.
As Janice climaxed again Ann took her head in her hands, she tilted Janice's face up so that she could look down into her eyes, then she tilted her head down so that she was looking at Ann's pussy. She held her sister's face in front of her pussy for a long heartbeat then tilted it up to look at her face again, Ann looked down her body, looked into her sister's eyes then nodded. There was no mistaking the unspoken command Ann was giving Janice and after only a brief hesitation Janice did what her sister wanted, she leant forward to lick at Ann's pussy. Ann gave a little moan of pleasure as her sister licked along her slit, the look on Ann's face was one of sheer joy and exultation at her sister's capitulation to her will. While Ann licked ever more eagerly at her sister's pussy Carol fingered her pussy with greater force, at the same time she twisted one of Janice's nipples cruelly hard. Janice groaned into her sister's pussy, her tongue thrusting into it as her lips pressed into her flesh, within a few seconds Janice was groaning even louder as Carol's firm actions drove her to climax. Moments later Ann was shivering, her voice echoing her sister's as she too climaxed. The three of them held that tableau for a couple of long heart stopping minutes then Ann stepped away from her sister, seeing this Carol moved her hands from Janice's body, stood up and walked back to join the rest of the group. For a few seconds Janice just knelt there panting and gasping, her head hanging forward as her body calmed slightly, then she looked up at her sister. Ann's smile down at Janice was almost a triumphant leer, then Ann moved away to reveal Ken standing behind her.
Janice looked up at Ken then rose slowly to her feet, he remained still with a little knowing smile on his face until Janice took the couple of steps needed to press her body to his and tilt her face up to be kissed. Ken laughed as he leant down to kiss Janice, his hands moving to her body to play with her boobs and pussy with heavy handed movements that drove her back up the levels of bliss yet again. Then he parted their lips and looked Janice in the eyes, his hands moving up her body to come to rest on her shoulders.
"Open my trousers and take out my prick." He said softly.
Continued in parts 2 & 3