The Big Swing: New Year's Surprise

“Hey, you two, mind if we join in the celebration?” I turned to find Rich and Michael with his million watt smile standing to either side of me. I looked into Andrea’s eyes and saw just a hint of apprehension. But I also saw a little smile form on her wet lips. “Andrea, would you like to show your appreciation to your dance partners with a little New Year’s Eve kiss?” I asked gently.

After a few second’s hesitation, she said, “Sure why not. Rich leaned in first and Andrea’s hand came up to touch the side of his face as their lips met. For a brief moment, it was soft, and very tame close-mouthed kiss. “Oh, come on woman, kiss the man. He’s worked hard for you all night.” She glanced at me then shrugged. This time taking Rich’s face in both her hands, she kissed him hard, their mouths opening and sliding over each other’s lips. When they broke, Andrea was breathing heavier. “That’s more like it,” I said. “Michael, step up, my man.”

Andrea draped her arms over Michael’s shoulders and covered his cherry red lips with hers. I watched with rapt attention and a strange flutter in my gut as she drew his tongue out of his mouth, chewing and sucking on it like it was a small cock. Once again, a strange thought emerged into my head. For a bunch of freewheeling young single men, these guys seem to be hovering awfully close to us old married folks this evening.

I looked over and saw Karla and Andy locked in a very hot tongue wrestling session as James stood with his arms across both of their shoulders. Rich and eye alternated our glances at my wife sucking face with Michael and Karla chewing on Andy’s tongue.

“Wow,” Rich said.

“Yeah, wow,” I said.

I felt a light touch on my shoulder and turned to face a startlingly beautiful young woman with raven black hair, black eye shadow and liner, and blood red lips. I love Goth chicks. She stood about 5’7” with a very slender and athletic body. Her long bangs hung down over one eye until she flipped it back with a toss of her head. “Happy New Year,” she said without even a hint of a smile. Before I could say a word, she reached up behind my neck and pulled my mouth down onto hers. Her mouth tasted faintly of cigarettes and tequila. She mashed her mouth onto mine, her darting tongue stirring around in my mouth. I inhaled her faintly musky and sweet scent.

“Oh, yummy!” I heard my wife’s voice in my ear.

The dark little vixen broke our kiss and looked at me with the deepest and darkest green eyes I’ve ever seen. Her hand was still around my neck, but then she slid it forward along my cheek. I felt her thumb touch my parted lips as she wiped the smudge of lipstick off with her thumb. She then turned to Andrea and pulled her face into her own, planting a quick, but slightly rough kiss squarely on my wife’s lips. “Later,” she said, and disappeared into the crowd.

Andrea and I both stared at the little Goth-shaped blob of empty air in front of us, then looked at each other, saying in unison, “Wow.”

My wife then pulled me into her and we kissed again, hotly, roughly, passionately. She broke the oral contact and whispered into my ear. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got something planned for you.”

Here it is, I thought.

“Yeah, well I’ve got something planned for you, too, m’Lady.”

“Oh really?” she said. “And what would that be, my good Knight?”

“You’ll just have to follow me and find out, won’t you?”

“Well, then, lead on, you impertinent knave,” she said.

We made our way to the elevators in the lobby and pressed the number for our floor. The doors were sliding closed just as a hand slid into the narrow gap. The doors opened and there stood Rich and Michael. “Hey, it’s you guys! Going up already?”

“Yeah, we’re taking our little party up to our room for a while. Need a lift?”

“Why yes, thanks. We’re meeting some other friends upstairs later ourselves. The night is still young, holding lots of adventures yet.” He said this to me, but was looking sideways at Andrea. I looked at Andrea and she was looking at me with a big smile on her face.

Hmmmm. Okay, this was starting to move a bit beyond coincidence. I searched her eyes for any hint of what might be going on, but only saw her searching my eyes with her own. I just wished she’d come out and make the move. The suspense here was killing me. Maybe she was getting cold feet. Maybe she didn’t know how to play it next, without giving the surprise away. I decide to take a gamble.

“Hey, we’ve got some beer in our room. You guys want a little nightcap before moving along.”

“Yes,” Andrea said after a moments hesitation, “let’s have one more with our new friends.”

Rich and Michael exchanged glances and then turned back to Andrea. “Sure, let’s do it.”

Once in our room, a large two room suite with a spacious sitting area, Michael turned on the television to a cable music station playing soft rock numbers. Good mood music. I broke out some beers and passed them around.

“To new and exciting adventures,” Rich toasted.

“Hear, hear,” I offered heartily.

Michael was softly swaying to the music as he sipped his beer, and gazed at Andrea, who was fiddling with her hair in the mirror on the wall above the bar. I sat heavily on the sofa, splaying my legs out in front of me. Rich took the chair to my left. He also seemed to be captivated by my wife’s beauty.

A soft chirp sounded and Rich pulled a small cell phone from his jacket pocket. “Hey,” he said. “Yeah, we’re with our new friends. Yeah. Yeah. That’s them. We’ve moved the party into their room.” He put the phone against his chest and asked, “Brian, this is another good buddy of ours we were supposed to hook up with tonight. Can you spare another beer?”

“Sure,” I said. “The more the merrier.”

He spoke back into the phone, “Yeah, come on up,” then he said our room number into the phone and beeped the phone off.

Michael said, “Was that Alex?”

“Yeah,” Rich said. Turning to me he said, “You’ll like Alex.”

Satisfied with her makeup Andrea turned to face all three of us, grinning broadly. “So, now what should we do?”

“Dance with me,” Michael said, setting his and her beers on the bar and taking Andrea by the hand.

“I’d love to, Michael. Hey Rich, you and my husband feel free to dance with each other, too.”

Rich and I both chuckled, as we watched Michael pull my wife into his arms for a slow song. Was something happening here? A thundering herd of butterflies took flight in my stomach.

Rich stood up and said, “Sorry, old pal, but I only like dancing with ladies.” With that, he walked slowly over to Michael and Andrea and pressed his body against her back. She turned and smiled at his handsome face over her creamy white shoulder.

She then looked at me and our eyes locked. “Is this okay, Brian? You seem to enjoy watching me dance with these men?”

I gulped down a mouthful of beer to give my racing thoughts a chance to settle down. This was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. My emotions warred with each other as a struggled with just how to phrase my answer. This had to be her play and while I wanted to give her as much room to maneuver, I was more than a little apprehensive.

When I finally found my voice, I said, “Darling, it’s your dance. I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Dancing is good,” she said. She held my gaze for a moment longer then turned back to Rich, who turned her body to face him. Michael didn’t seem to mind as he pressed his slender body against her backside just as Rich had done. Andrea draped her arms over Rich’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. Michael’s hands were now low on Andrea’s hips as they swayed back and forth in a sultry rhythm. I know my wife well and I could tell by her movements and body language that she was in a high state of arousal. I sensed an edge of fear there, too, but she was getting hot, I knew. Michael was looking down at where the front of his crotch was rubbing against my wife’s ass, his lips parted in obvious arousal, as well. I could tell that some invisible line was about to be crossed.

Rich then said, “Dancing is good. But what about kissing. I really like the way you kissed me tonight, Andrea.”

Michael said, “Oh yes, me too.”

Andrea let out a bark of a laugh, then looked and saw the serious look on their faces. “Well, I don’t know gentlemen. That you’re going to have to take up with my husband sitting over there. I’m just here for the show.” The show? She turned and locked eyes with me, searching, questioning. I knew she was looking for a sign from me. Something to let her know that her little surprise was having the desired effect on me. It appeared that she was going to need solid affirmation that it was okay to cross that invisible line.

I took another sip of beer and said to Rich and Michael with a lot more confidence than I truly felt inside, “I think the kidding around is pretty much over with, don’t you gentlemen? I think my wife is going to need a lot more attention than just dancing and kissing.”

Andrea’s head snapped around to face me, “Brian! My God, what are you saying?” She was playing this so well. Acting all shocked and startled, was a brilliant touch. One of the most erotic elements of my writings had been the initial resistance followed by reluctant acceptance, then full submission and pleasure. It only served to heighten my arousal to see her act so shocked.

“That’s right, love. I want to see these two studs ravage your body. Do what you will to her, guys.”

“Brian, you can’t possibly –“ but that was all she got out as Rich pulled her against him with his strong arms, pinning her arms between her chest and his. He then covered her protesting mouth with his and kissed her deeply and roughly. She continued to mumble protests into his hungry mouth. When he broke the kiss, she stammered, “Oh, no, Brian, I can’t, you wouldn’t let them do this to me, would you?”

One thing I know about my wife. She’s slender, but she’s amazingly athletic and strong. Rich was a well-built young man, but if my wife had wanted to fight him off, he’d have a hell of a time holding her, even with Michael’s help. Her mouth was resisting, but her body was telling me a different story. “Relax, darling. I’m okay with this. Just go with it.”

“But –“ Rich cut her off again by mashing his lips to her and probing her wet mouth with his insistent tongue. Andrea moaned and squealed, but still offered no physical resistance to either his firm clench or stabbing tongue. My cock was straining hard against my trousers.

Things began happening really fast after that. Michael knelt behind my wife and pressed his face into her dress-clad ass, inhaling her womanly aroma. Andrea groaned loudly into Rich’s mouth. While still nuzzling her ass, Michael’s hands slid down the length of Andrea’s legs, caressing the taught muscles of her thighs, the gentle curves on her calves, the delicate bone structure of her thin ankles. On the trip back up, his hands slid beneath the hem of her black gown and up the backs of her milky thighs. I saw the shapes of his hands beneath the stretchy black fabric, rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks as he munched on the crevice between them through her dress. When his hands slid back down, they were holding the waistband of Andrea’s black thong panties.

“Oh, God!” she cried out in a high wail.

When the panties reached her feet, she lifted one foot then the other as Michael freed them from the buckles of her spiked heels. He then brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. “Damn, these are soaked, man. She’s been ready for this for some time, I think.” Michael tossed the panties to me and I caught them in one hand. They were indeed sopping wet with my wife’s cunt juices. I brought them to my face and drew in that familiar heady aroma. Michael pushed the hem of her gown up and bunched it around her waist, exposing the smooth, unmarred globes of my wife’s tight white ass. “This is a thing of beauty,” he mumbled. He grasped one ass cheek in each hand, and spread them wide, stretching her soft flesh. From my vantage point, I could see her pinkish brown ass hole and moistened cunt lips. Still grasping her ass cheeks and hips, he yanked them toward his face. “Arch your back,” he commanded firmly. Andrea’s back arched slightly, offering greater exposure to her ass and pussy. Michael plunged in with his mouth and tongue, first lapping and sucking at her puckered anus, then sliding his tongue down along her moist slit, then sliding his tongue into her pink hole.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out. Rich had loosened his bear hug but Andrea continued to clutch the front of his shirt with both hands, lest she be pushed over from Michael’s rough oral attack on her ass and pussy from behind. She was panting and whimpering with her face buried in Rich’s chest. With his hands now free, Rich began massaging Andrea’s tits vigorously with both hands. She arched her back even further and spread her feet about two feet apart. Michael continued to stretch her ass cheeks apart, alternately fucking her ass hole and pussy with his long stiff tongue. “Holy, shit,” she cried out in wavering high voice.

Rich continued to massage her breast with one hand, pinching her hardened nipple through the fabric of her gown. With the other hand, he reached down and unzipped his zipper. Reaching inside, he came out with a huge stiff cock in his hand. With the other hand, he stopped groping and squeezing Andrea’s tits and grabbed a handful of her blond hair. He pushed her head downward until her face was even with his jutting member.

“Open your mouth, Andrea,” he told her. Still grasping her hair firmly in one hand, he held and stroked his cock with the other. He turned her head on its side, giving me a clear view off her face with his cock sticking out in front of it. Her eyes were wide with fear as they locked on mine. I smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her mouth was open and I held by breath, waiting for it to happen. But rather than just shoving it in her open, panting mouth, he began slapping her lips with his cock. She stuck out her tongue and strands of saliva began adhering to the shaft and tip, forming silvery mooring lines from her mouth to his cock. He continued to smack her wet mouth and tongue with his prick until it was liberally coated with her spit. He then began rubbing his wet cock all over her chin, cheeks, and lips. Her face became shiny with her own saliva and pre-cum.

Behind her, Michael continued his rough oral assault, lapping feverishly at her clit, parted pink pussy lips and ass hole. With one hand she clung to Rich’s belt, and the other she reached back to grab a handful of Michaels blond hair as his head bobbed and shook between her spread legs from behind. She pulled Michael’s face harder into her behind.

Rich had a firm fist wrapped around the base of his cock and a good handful of my wife’s golden hair. Suddenly he pushed the head of his cock into her mouth about four inches. He pulled it back out abruptly with an audible “plop.” Then back in it went. “Suck my cock, bitch. I’m going fuck your mouth.” He pulled it completely out again with another wet plopping sound.

“Yes, yes,” Andrea gasped, “fuck my mouth. Give it to me, you fucking bastard. Lick my pussy, Michael. Fuck my holes with your tongue. You want me, then take you fucking assholes.”

Rich moaned and shoved his cock back into my wife’s mouth. “That’s right, baby, swallow my dick.” He then let go of his cock and grabbed a second handful of her hair, holding her head steady as he began a rhythmic pumping into my wife’s mouth. He was now fucking her mouth like a pussy. With each stroke, more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Occasionally, Andrea had slid my cock all the way down her throat until my balls were pressing into her chin and her nose was buried in my pubes, but I’d never before fucked her mouth and throat as steadily and vigorously as Rich was doing right now. Every fourth or fifth thrust into her groaning mouth, he’d pull all the way out and let her gulp down a few precious breaths of air. Then he would push her face down harshly onto his jutting cock for more fucking. Her saliva was now running in rivulets down his shaft, coating his balls, and dripping from his sack to the floor in long strands. The wet slurping and gurgling coming from my wife’s mouth and throat was giving me chills. “God I love this mouth, guys. She’s got a hot little mouth.”

Michael stood and unbuckled his trousers without a word. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. I rubbed my swollen cock through my own trousers. I was incredibly aroused as the scene before me. Michael’s cock jutted out in front of him. I was ashamedly relieved to notice that neither Rich’s nor Michael’s cock was nearly as long or as thick as my own. There was nothing inadequate about either one, but the competitive Inner Child in me was thankful that my bulging package was still number one in the room. Michael moved up behind Andrea and placed one hand on her smooth and white lower back. With the other hand, he guided the tip of his cock up and down my wife’s spit-soaked ass crack, and juicy slit. He rubbed the entire length of his shaft along her swollen clit, causing her to whimper and moan, her legs shuddering at the intense sensation that it must have shot through her. My wife’s clit gets very sensitive and engorged when she’s highly aroused. Finally, he pushed the tip in between her hot pink labia and shoved his cock all the way inside her with one thrust. Then began a thorough pounding to my wife’s pussy. Michaels balls were slapping into her swollen clit. About that time, Rich had pulled her mouth off his cock to let her breathe.

“Oh! Fuck! Unh, unh, unh! Oooohhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiit!” she cried out, between panting breaths. “Fuck me, Michael, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeee! Brian! Oh, Brian, he’s got his cock inside me. He’s fucking my pussy, Brian! Oooohhhh!!”

Michael turned and said to me, “Shit, man, this is one tight pussy. Do you like watching me fuck your wife’s tight cunt, Brian? Check this out.” With that he reached down and grabbed Andrea’s left leg on the back of her inner thigh just above the knee. He pulled it up, spreading my wife’s legs apart, the one closest to me high in the air, the other one still locked at the knee standing on the floor. From where I was on the couch, this gave me a full on frontal view of Michael’s cock sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt, his ball sack swinging and slapping against her plump pussy and protruding clit. Her blond pubes were trimmed very closely above her cunt, and the mounds of flesh adjacent to her pussy lips were smooth. With each outward thrust of Michael’s cock, her dark pink inner pussy lips pushed out, then back in on the inward thrust. Seeing my wife’s pussy being hammered from this viewpoint was incredibly arousing. Rivulets of her juices were now beginning to run down her inner thigh. She’s always been very wet when about to cum really hard, sometimes squirting a stream of semi-thick clear liquid into the air upon climax. I knew that tonight she was going to be gushing.

Rich said, as he resumed pushing his cock deep into my wife’s throat, “Brian, are you watching me fuck your wife’s face? I’m about to blow a huge load of cum into her mouth. Wanna watch me cum all over her pretty face, Brian?” I could only nod. “Good, because I’m going to blow pretty soon. Are you ready, Andrea? Are you ready to take my load in your mouth?”

“Mmmm-hmmm, mmmmm-hmmmm” she mumbled her assent.

There was a knock at the door. I forgot about Alex! I looked at Rich with what must have been a panicked look on my face. “Open the door, Brian. It’s cool. Like you said, the more the merrier.”

I got up and moved to the door, painfully aware at the tent on the front of my trousers. I opened the door, which still successfully blocked the view of my wife being pussy and mouth fucked by two virile young men. No use shocking Alex immediately with such an intense seen. There in the hallway stood the mysterious and sexy Goth chick that had knocked Andrea and me for a loop at midnight on the dance floor.