New Years Surprisebymisterstan©
My wife Laura and I were planning on a quiet New Years Eve. No parties, just dinner with our best friends Krista and Mark. It turned out to be even quieter than we suspected. Laura came down with flu-like symptoms, and though she gutted it out through dinner, at 10:30pm she took some Nyquil and went to bed. In the meantime, Mark was a mess. He'd just come back from a business trip on the West Coast on the red eye, then foolishly gone off to watch football with some buddies earlier in the day instead of napping, and he drank several glasses of wine during dinner. Shortly after Laura left to go to sleep, Mark sat down on the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and passed out cold.
That left Krista and me. I was really better friends with Mark than Krista, but had known the two of them for so long (over 10 years) that we were all very close. So instead of calling it an evening and each spending midnight alone, Krista and I decided to go into the family room, turn on Dick Clark and wait for the New Year.
Our family room is a big, high-ceilinged addition on the back of the house, with floor-to-ceiling windows. It's lovely in the summer, but in the winter (especially on cold, blustery nights like this one was) it can get quite chilly. I started a fire in the fireplace, but pretty soon Krista and I crawled under a blanket together just to keep warm while watching TV.
We were gabbing and finished off the wine. Midnight came quickly. I turned to Krista.
"Happy New Year!" I exclaimed.
"Same to you," she replied. "Too bad we have no one to kiss," she said with a grin as she nodded in the general direction of our sleeping spouses.
I looked at her and she at me. It was an awkward little moment. She'd said it as a joke, but it hung in the air between us.
"Why not?" I said, leaning in to give her a little peck on the cheek. Unfortunately, she was thinking the same thing, and as we moved towards each other my lips brushed hers. It was oddly electric. Her lips were soft, wet, and very receptive. She must have felt the same way because for a moment, we just examined each other, our faces inches apart. She gave me another quick kiss, which seemed to confirm there was something going on. Now it was my turn to kiss her, each smooch a little longer, sexier. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat.
She grasped me and hugged me close. With her mouth to my ear she whispered, "Oh God, did you feel that?"
"Uh huh," I grunted.
"We shouldn't do this," she replied softly.
She pulled back and again we just gazed at each other. And then suddenly, as if responding to an unseen stimulus, we both leaned forward and pressed our lips together. This wasn't a continuation of the slow, probing kisses from before. Instead, we were suddenly locked in a passionate embrace, the kisses coming fast and furious, hot and wet. Her tongue flicked my lips, and soon it was an open-mouthed embrace, our tongues wrestling passionately. I couldn't believe what was happening. We'd always been just friends, and we'd always known each other as part of couple, but obviously there was some pent-up attraction that had suddenly broken loose. Not that I wasn't aware that Krista was pretty -- she's a classy-looking brunette, tall and slim, but with a very womanly shape, and a pretty face highlighted by big, green eyes -- but I guess I wasn't aware of quite how tempted I was by her.
Krista slid into my lap, making it easier for us to kiss. Her breathing was deep and rapid, and she was squirming around sensuously. My dick rapidly stiffened as her body rubbed against mine.
She sat up quickly, and promptly reached for my crotch. She rubbed my now rock-hard member through my pants.
"Did I do this?" she asked, feigning innocence.
I merely grunted my assent.
She expertly opened my zipper and snaked her hand into my boxers. Her palm was cool and dry, and it felt delicious as she slowly stroked my cock.
I decided to return the favor. I slid my hand up under her dress, my fingers caressing her stocking-clad inner thigh as I moved higher and higher. She spread her long, lean legs slightly, inviting me in. I felt the tops of her thigh-highs, and then her soft warm skin. I traced slow circles across her silky flesh. Finally, I brushed my fingers against her French-cut, lace panties -- apparently she had planned to give Mark a treat that night -- and then followed the narrowing fabric down between her legs. As I ran my fingers along her crotch, I sensed her damp heat at first. Further probing found that her panties were soaking. She and I both gasped at my discovery.
Krista started stroking my cock faster, her hand making squishing sounds as the precum lubricated the head. I pulled aside the moist fabric of her underwear, and slid my fingers along her slit. Her pussy was wet and swollen. I pressed a finger inside her, making her gasp and shudder.
"Oh God, I need you in me," she hissed as she quickly withdrew her hand from my pants. Without another word, she unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them open. Then she kicked a leg over me and straddled my lap, pumping her hips as she did. She reached down between us and grabbed my cock. I could feel the heat of her snatch, and then suddenly my glans was inside her. She lifted herself up for a moment, and then slowly impaled herself completely on my member. Her pussy was amazingly tight and hot.
"Oh baby," she moaned, "I haven't had a cock this big since college." Not that I am that big, although women have told me that I am thicker than average.
"I thought you were with Mark all through college," I replied in surprise.
"I was," she replied with a wicked grin.
Any thought I might have had of pursuing this topic faded away as she started fucking my cock in earnest, pumping her hips up and down briskly. I unbuttoned the top of her dress, and slid my hands inside. She moaned as my hands caressed her rib cage, my hands reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra. I moved my hands back to her front and massaged her stomach before sliding them under her bra.
Her breasts were bigger than I'd realized, perfect c-cups. I lifted them and pressed them together. Her nipples particularly caught my attention, grape- sized, erect nubs, just begging for attention. I buried my face in her chest and starting sucking on her nipples, alternating between the two, rolling whichever was not in my mouth between my thumb and forefinger.
Her moans got louder, and she started to bounced up and down like a woman possessed. She pressed her hand between her legs and frigged her clit as she rode my cock with abandon.
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus," she hissed suddenly, her pussy spasming wildly as she came.
She recovered quickly and gave me a long, very sloppy kiss. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, and starting licking my ear lobes as she continued to pump her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her hot box.
My heavy breathing must have tipped her off that I was nearing my own climax.
"Let me know when you're close," she cooed in my ear.
A moment later I replied: "I'm close."
"I'm not on the pill. You'll have to cum in my mouth," she said lewdly.
She paused for a moment to let that sink in, and then she quickly lifted herself off me and slide down between my legs. I barely had time to process what was happening before she took my slimy prick deep into her mouth. As her hand cupped my balls, I suddenly exploded, firing what seemed like a torrent of jism into her mouth.
Krista swallowed my spunk like a pro, not missing a drop. After my cock stopped spewing, she continued to lick and suck it, cleaning the shaft and dabbing away stray drops of cum with her tongue.
"Oh God, that was amazing," I gasped.
"I'm not done with you yet," she replied, punctuating her statement by swallowing my cock into her mouth and swishing her tongue over its entire length. Not surprisingly, I barely softened, and after just a few minutes of Krista's vigorous attention, I was back in launch position.
Krista removed her panties -- she'd just pulled them aside when she first mounted me -- and climbed back onto the sofa and laid back into the corner. She bunched her dress around her waist, and spread her legs invitingly. I got down on my knees on the floor between her thighs. She grasped my member and rubbed it up and down her drenched slit, pressing the head inside her. I took it from there and shoved my prick deep into her steaming hole.
"Oh baby," she gasped, as she lifted her right leg and placed it over my shoulder.
I clutched her thigh and started fucking her hard, slamming into her over and over. Apparently that was the right way to proceed because Krista started moaning and sighing in a way that let me know she was having a good time. By the light of the TV, I had a great view of her amazing body, from my prick churning into her tight cunt up to her big tits jiggling with each thrust.
Krista was in quite a state, gasping and groaning, her head rolling back and forth in passion. She looked so sexy like that, especially when several strands of hair came to rest across her face, making her look particularly wild.
As I settled into a rhythm, Krista starting pumping her hips, meeting my thrusts actively. Again, she reached down between her legs. This time she alternated between rubbing her clit, and sliding her fingers along my shaft on each out-stroke. Her other hand went to her breasts, and I nearly lost it when she started playing with her own nipples. I managed to hold on, and we went on like that for a long time, each of us relishing this perfectly carnal moment.
Finally, though, Krista broke the spell, cumming hard and abruptly. I started to speed up, but just as I was about reach my own climax, she slid her hand between us and prevented me from thrusting deep inside her. I continued to pump my cockhead past her swollen pussy lips, but I was soon back under control.
When Krista sensed that the crisis had passed, she looked up at me, her big green eyes flashing mischievously.
"You took advantage of me," she accused.
"No, you took advantage of me," I replied.
"You're right. I'm a slut."
"No you're not," I answered, not sure where this was going.
"Yes I am," she insisted. "I'm a bad girl... a bad wife."
"Uh huh," I grunted, non-committally, wishing I could get the rest of my dick back back into her pussy.
"I should be punished," she said earnestly.
I still didn't know where this was going, but suddenly I was interested in finding out.
"You think so? What kind on punishment did you have in mind?"
She narrowed her eyes, as if thinking hard. "Well, I was bad by your cock, and I should be punished by it."
I had no idea what she meant. "Huh?"
She didn't explain. Instead, she wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it completely from her pussy. I sort of whined as my dick lost contact with her warm wetness. She stroked my cock a couple of times, and then rubbed the head up and down her slit. Then, to my shock, she slid the head down past her cunt and brought it to rest against her little puckered anus.
"Are you sure?" I asked, sort of shocked at what she was apparently suggesting.
"Do it," she replied eagerly.
I pressed forward, at first meeting with resistance, but then suddenly the head slipped past her sphincter. She gasped and sort of bit her lip.
"You alright?" I asked, concerned.
She nodded. "Don't stop," she ordered through clenched teeth.
I pressed another couple of inches of cock into her tight hole, as she beat the sofa cushions with her open palms.
"Ugh, you're so big," she whimpered.
I gave her one more thrust, and finally I was buried balls deep into her ass. She let out a pained gurgle.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, concerned.
"No!" she hissed, her eyes wild. She swallowed deeply. "No, I've been a bad girl. Punish me with your cock. Fuck my ass."
I was torn between my desire to be a friend, and talk through whatever demons seemed to be suddenly tearing at her, and my desire as a lover to take advantaged of what she was offering me. In the end it was an easy choice. Seeing her spread out before me, my cock wedged into her tight ass was just too erotic to pass up.
I pulled out a little and then pressed back in. "Oh yes," she moaned. As I slowly pumped her can, her anus relaxed a bit and I stopped worrying about harming her too grievously.
"Harder. Fuck me harder," she said after a few moments.
I picked up the pace a little, her face twisting into a pained grimace. But when I slowed down again, she snapped at me.
"I said harder! Fuck my ass harder," she ordered.
I assumed she knew what she wanted so I proceeded to screw her more roughly.
"Ugh! Oww! Yes! Ugh! You're tearing me apart," she cried out. "Fuck me hard! Make it hurt. Punish my ass with your cock."
I lifted her other leg onto my shoulder, giving me even better access to her butt. I reamed her tight little hole over and over.
She was grunting and gasping, with spittle flying from her mouth, and a thick layer of sweat on her brow. And she she kept asking for more.
"Ugh! Yes! Make it hurt. Make my ass hurt. Harder. Harder!"
I grabbed her ankles and pinned them around her ears, giving me unfettered access to her ass and pussy. With her folded in two, I climbed on top of her, and started plunging my cock into her ass from above. I seemed to have found the magic spot, because Krista starting going crazy. She started shaking almost like she was having a seizure. Her eyes were wild.
"Oh, fuck yes! Oh, you fucking bastard! Oh, it hurts so good! Oh God, you're tearing me apart!"
All of that was too much for me to take. I felt my balls swell up, and suddenly I was firing gob after gob of hot cum in Krista's battered butthole. Her ass was twitching rapidly, milking every drop of cum from my spend cock. I eased out of her, and flopped back onto the couch, completely drained.
Next to me, Krista continued to writhe slowly. She started playing with herself, two fingers plunging in and out of her twat and her thumb pressing down on her clit. I watched as she quickly brought herself off, her sultry moans filling the room. This last orgasm was apparently finally enough because after cumming, she just layed back, her hand on her chest, breathing heavily.
I heard it first.
"Someone's coming," I hissed.
Krista quickly pulled her dress down, and managed to fix the top button of her dress. I pulled up my slacks and tucked in my shirt, but were we both still a mess.
"Krista, baby, I'm beat. Do you mind if we go home?" Mark said as he walked into the family room, a sleepy look on his face.
"No, sure, that'd be fine," she replied, still sounding a little out of breath to me.
"Happy New Year," he said to me, reaching out to shake my hand. I gave him a firm handshake, with the same hand that had recently fingered his wife's snatch and fondled her tits. He didn't seem to notice anything, however.
Krista got her stuff together, and the two made a quick exit. She flashed me a naughty smile on the way out, but otherwise was amazingly poised, as if nothing had happened.
After they'd left, I cleaned up the family room. I put out the fire, folded the blanket, and put the now-empty wine bottle in the recycling bin. Luckily, I did one last sweep before going to bed because it was only then that I noticed Krista's sexy lacy panties resting on the floor right by the coffee table. We'd been lucky that Mark hadn't spotted them by the light of the fire and TV, but Laura definitely would have in broad daylight the next day.
Krista and I never talked about that evening again, although there always something extra between us afterwards. I also got a special kick whenever a story came up about how devoted Mark and Krista were to each other. I knew that at least on two occasions -- with her big-dicked lover in college and again with me -- Krista had let loose her inner slut. Considering that raunchy bit of anal she initiated, I sort of wondered if that wasn't just the tip of the iceberg as far as she was concerned.