It Started With Mistletoe
written by:
Jake Marlow

(Author's Note: My story "It Started With a Joke" precedes this story and while it's not essential, I recommend you read it before reading this story.)

I was relieved when Marie came over the next morning and acted normally, although I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe I thought she would grab my husband and drag him up to the bedroom for a morning quickie, even though I'd taken care of that myself before we were even out of bed that morning. Kurt and I both were still pretty fired up by what had happened the night before with Marie and Brett.

So no, Marie did not make a move on Kurt, but greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug, just as always. She did the same with me, and actually didn't mention anything about the night we all shared, not that there was much time. I'd fed everyone waffles for breakfast and her son, Michael was in playing with our two children, and they were all bouncing off the walls. Her only nod to what happened last night was when she thanked me for giving Michael breakfast.

"I would have been over sooner, but Brett and I took the chance to sleep in. We were pretty worn out after last night," she said with a knowing smile.

"That's okay, we love having Michael here," I replied, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks. By the cold light of day, it was kind of hard to believe everything we'd done.

"We'll all have to get together again soon."

"Count on it," Kurt said. "We had a good time last night too."

My husband saw Marie out, then joined me in the kitchen, where I was at the sink rinsing dishes. His arms slipped around my waist and he nuzzled me from behind, burying his face in my hair before kissing my neck, which always gives me the shivers. It didn't matter that we'd just made love that morning, there are just certain things that always get me going. I was also still flushed from Marie's little comment, something Kurt did not let pass.

"It's so cute, how easily you blush," he grinned.

"I'm think I'm justified this time," I replied, trying to focus on the dishes and ignore Kurt's creeping hands. The kids were just in the other room. What was he thinking?

"I guess so, but you weren't too embarrassed last night, as I recall." His hand slowly made its way up inside my baggy old sweatshirt. He reached the modest swell of my breast and teased it through the tight tank top I wore under the sweatshirt. My breasts are small and perky, and I don't usually feel the need to wear a bra around the house.

"Kurt, the kids are just in the next room," I complained, nudging his hand away, but not before he had my nipple engorged and tingling.

"They are totally engrossed in the TV. Besides, I'll hear them coming a mile away."

"You're terrible. Behave yourself. I'd think you were well satisfied after last night and this morning."

"Actually, I've never wanted you more," he said, nudging my auburn hair aside so he could kiss my neck again. I had it twisted up and out of the way, but as usual, half of it was falling out of the crude knot I'd made with a rubber band. I closed my eyes for a moment and just enjoyed his soft lips on my neck and the masculine feel of his stubbly cheek. "And I didn't say I was embarrassed by what I -- what we -- did, but that doesn't mean I'm not embarrassed to talk about it. It was pretty insane, wasn't it?"

"It was, but in a good way, right? I mean, you're not having any regrets, are you?" This time, his hand pushed inside my sweatpants and panties and his fingers slid over my shaved pussy. The heel of his hand pressed above my clit while he squeezed my mound and for a second I went weak in the knees. I swear that man is always horny. I am sure that I looked the furthest thing from sexy in my baggy Sunday morning sweats, but here he was, all over me. It was so tempting to give in and let him keep playing, but then I would have been the one jumping him, and that wouldn't do with the kids so close. He was going to have to wait until later.

"No. No regrets," I said, nudging him back so I could twist away from his grasp. "We're all adults and we all knew what we were doing." My smile now matched his. "And it was a lot of fun. I don't know that I ever would have looked for that, but I'm glad it happened."

"And if Brett and Marie want to get together again?" Kurt reached for me and I kissed him before escaping again.

"I don't know. We'll play it by ear, but like I said last night, I don't want this to become a regular thing."

+++

We did get together with Brett and Marie several times over the next couple of months and -- thank goodness -- it wasn't weird at all. Everything went back to normal, just like old times. We made dinner together while all our kids played and then played some board games or watched a video. When we were alone with Brett and Marie, without the kids running around, there were no hijinks and we didn't discuss being with each other's spouses, though it seemed like there was this unspoken understanding that the door wasn't completely closed on their hijinks.

I was a virgin in this area, so to speak, so I had no idea what the protocol for hooking up with another couple was, or if Brett and Marie had any experience with hooking up with another couple either. Kurt had said that he and Brett had not discussed what happened that night, sleeping with each other's wives. I certainly was not going to be the one to bring it up, so it stayed a buried part of our recent past, perhaps best left forgotten, except that Kurt and I couldn't.

A couple times, we teased each other in bed about being with the other couple. One night, after we'd gotten together for a post-Thanksgiving dinner, Kurt brought it up while we were making love. He asked if I'd have liked to have Brett pull me away, maybe into the laundry room for a quickie. I admitted it would be exciting, and teased Kurt that he just wanted Marie to drop to her knees and give him a quick blowjob while they were in the kitchen. It was all harmless fun, but it kept that night on our minds and truthfully, I wouldn't have minded if something happened again. But I would never be the one to bring it up, or even admit it without quite a bit of torture. God, that really would turn me fire engine red.

The highpoint of the holiday season for us is a party thrown every year by our friends Noelle and Jim. We have been getting together for years, and it's virtually guaranteed that something wild will happen before the end of the night. Many of us have children now, and we don't get together as much as we'd like these days, so the Christmas party is a chance for us all to get out and cut loose. Kurt's parents were taking the kids, so we knew we would have all night to have fun. It wasn't uncommon for us to have a little too much fun, and end up spending the night in the guest room.

The weather didn't look promising heading into the weekend before Christmas, when the party was scheduled. Noelle and Jim moved up to the far northern suburbs a few years ago and the call was for more snow where they lived. I was on Kurt all day about getting an early start. He kept looking out the window and pointing out that it looked fine and that I was just being paranoid. At noon, there was only a light coating on the street and sidewalks. But by four, the snow picked up and was sticking and accumulating. Kurt was out with his buddies, and I texted him to get home, but he still took his time. By the time he got back, it was dark and I didn't think things were looking too good.

"I was just out. The roads are fine. We have four-wheel-drive, Eve. It's no big deal," he insisted.

"You'd better be right," I replied. I was going to be very disappointed if we missed the party this year. As I began to get ready, I texted Noelle and asked how things were looking up their way. When I didn't get a response right away, I put my phone aside and continued with my preparations.

I was just about ready when I checked my phone. Noelle had texted back, saying that they already had several inches and the snow was still coming down hard. I called her and a quick conversation confirmed it was practically a blizzard up there. The party wasn't cancelled, because some people were already there, but Noelle said she didn't know if driving up there was the best idea. I said I'd talk it over with Kurt and we'd get up there if he could.

Kurt was more than willing to make the attempt, but as I looked out at the snow in our neighborhood and thought about how much worse it would be as we headed north, I made the call to stay home. As much as I loved going to Noelle's party every year, it just wasn't worth braving the terrible roads. I was angry with him for getting home so late, but he said it was on me because he was willing to chance it. So there we were, all dressed up with nowhere to go.

"You know, we are invited to Brett and Marie's," Kurt pointed out.

Our friends across the cu-de-sac had invited us to their party, but we had to decline because of our prior commitment. "We already told them no. Wouldn't it be impolite to just show up now?" I wondered.

"Marie's not going to care. You know that. They'll be happy to see us."

I didn't take much convincing. I was ready to go out and have a good time. The last thing I wanted to do was just hang out and watch a movie, even if my hubby was a good snuggle partner. "Okay," I agreed. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook. I still think we could have gotten up to Noelle's if we left earlier."

"Did you want to leave at noon for a party at seven?" Kurt asked with that cocky grin that's charmed me from the day we met. He pulled me into his arms and I stiffened, but let him kiss me. I knew that after a couple drinks, I would chill out and let him off the hook anyway. And he knew it, too.

"Don't be a smartass." I kissed him once more and punched him in the arm.

The snow was really coming down hard when we left and made our way across the cul-de-sac. My knee-high black boots crunched in the snow as we walked on the couple of inches that had fallen since the last time a plow came through. The boots added a couple of inches to my height, boosting me to five-foot-eight, but they had a squared heel, so it wasn't too treacherous walking through the snow, but I still clung to Kurt's arm. I shivered in my thin black coat as we stood on the freshly-salted steps and waited after ringing the doorbell.

"I didn't think we'd see you guys. This is great!" Brett announced. He held the storm door open and we squeezed past him inside. "What happened to your plans?"

"The weather happened," I replied. "By the time we were ready to leave, the roads out in the ‘burbs were too bad. You don't mind us coming over, do you?"

"Of course not. And Marie will be thrilled. Let me take your coats."

"Don't mind her. She's in kind of a sour mood because I was out later than I thought I would be, so we were running late," Kurt said.

"We'll just have to cheer you up then," Brett said with a wink as he took my coat and scarf.

"I'll settle for getting warm for now," I replied.

"Go on back to the kitchen, Marie's back there and she's got some warm, spiked cider. I'll be right back," Brett called over his shoulder as he carried out coats upstairs.

The house was crowded and we said hello to people we recognized as we made our way back to the kitchen. We knew some of the couples from barbeques Brett and Marie had thrown, but we seemed to be the only people from the neighborhood. Marie was, indeed, in the steamy kitchen, mulling a pot of warm cider on the stove and preparing other snacks. Her childhood friend, Denise, was helping. Marie's face lit up when she saw us and she dropped what she was doing to come over.

"Look what the cat dragged in," she said, hugging Kurt and kissing his cheek before doing the same to me. She looked me over and pronounced, "Don't you look cute? Are you Santa's naughty elf?"

"I don't know about that," I replied, feeling the heat prickling my cheeks.

Marie took a mug from the table and pushed it into my hands. It was warm and steam rose from the amber liquid, tickling my nose. "Have a few of these and we'll see how naughty you get," she laughed.

I'll admit it. I can be a Christmas dork. I always dress festively for the Christmas party, and this year wasn't an exception. Besides my boots, I wore dark green tights and a cute, short, dark-green corduroy mini skirt I found at Banana Republic. On top was a red, ruffled button-up silk blouse, with a green sweater that had very subtle holly patterns in it. I finished the look with a little Santa hat. Kurt told me I looked adorable earlier, which meant I hit the target. I was going for cute and fun, without crossing over into silly. Many of Marie's other guests were wearing festive outfits as well, so I fit right in. She herself was in a very tight, scoop-necked green velvet top and a short, loose black skirt, an outfit that, it seemed, Kurt couldn't get enough of. The way he was staring at the sexy, curvy redhead, I thought he forgot I was standing next to him. There was a time when I would have envied the way Marie filled out that top, with oodles of milky cleavage, but now I appreciate how perky and perfect my small breasts are.

"This is awesome," I said, sipping at the hot, spiked cider. The warmth spread through my body immediately and I sipped some more.

"Be careful," Brett said from behind me. "My dear wife makes it strong. Come here, I didn't get to properly welcome you guys." He and Kurt briefly embraced, with much manly backslapping, and then he hugged and kissed me. "You look really good tonight, Eve," he whispered in my ear when he embraced. "I love your outfit."

"Thanks," I said, kissing him quickly on the lips. He was all smiles and jolly, and I wondered how much cider he'd had so far.

"So what happened to your other party?" Marie asked, handing Kurt a glass mug, then returning to preparing things. Denise took a tray of puff pastry hors d'oeuvres out into the living room.

"The weather kept us here," I said, sipping more of the tart cider. I could tell already that it packed a kick and that I was going to have to be careful with this stuff. "We hope you don't mind that we crashed."

"No, it's great. We were actually disappointed when you said you couldn't come. We were really looking forward to partying with you guys," Marie said.

"And quite a few people didn't show up because of the weather, so the more the merrier, I say," Brett said.

"How many people did you plan on cramming into this place?" Kurt asked.

"I'd say six couples cancelled," Marie said.

They lived in a townhouse much like ours, except for the remodel we'd done to the kitchen. The front door opened right onto a medium-sized living room, which led back to a dining room and then the kitchen, all in a line. Stairs by the front door led to the second floor bedrooms and stairs beneath those, on the side of the dining room, led to the basement garage. Brett had turned their basement into a "man cave," while ours was a den littered with the kids' toys.

"There'd be no room to move with that many people," I said. The house was crowded with everyone who did show up. A few people danced in a space that was cleared in the living room. The couch and love seat had been pushed back against the walls.

Marie smiled. "It's nice to get close on a cold winter's night like this."

"Hey man, why don't you come downstairs. You've got to try this new craft brew I just got," Brett said to Kurt. They left us girls alone in the kitchen.

"So what can I do to help?" I asked.

"Nothing. I am just finishing up in here anyway. You know most of the people here, right?" Marie asked.

"Some people look familiar."

"Well, let me introduce you around."

Marie took my arm and steered me out of the kitchen. In her spiked heels, we were almost the same height. Her flaming red hair was pulled back and held in a ponytail by green bow and her lipstick was a deep red. I, on the other hand, was only wearing a little blush and light lipstick. I could understand why she commanded my husband's attention. She looked hot. And Kurt wasn't the only one to notice. As we moved around the party, several of the men there stole glances when they thought their wives or dates weren't looking.

Once I was properly introduced, Marie insisted we dance to "Jingle Bell Rock." I downed my cider and joined her in the little dancing space. It was all women up there, and we had a great time acting silly and moving around. A couple women I didn't really know seemed to be a little too into dancing with each other, doing a little bump and grind, but then I saw them smile over at a tall, handsome guy leaning against the wall, who I assume was one of their husbands. After a couple songs, I begged for a break and went to refill my mug.

As I was coming out of the kitchen, I noticed two people on the loveseat making out and I smiled. The blonde was almost in the lap of a beefy guy with a goatee and thinning hair. Now that Kurt and I are in our early thirties, we don't go to many parties where people just start making out anymore, but that wasn't why the couple caught my eye. It was because I was pretty sure they weren't a couple. When Marie introduced me to Sue, the blonde, she introduced a different guy as her husband! As they kissed, his hands roamed, and I wondered just what was going on. Marie always said their parties got wild, but I guess I had no idea. Not that I didn't trust my husband, but it did make me wonder where he'd disappeared to.

"Hey, you're Eve, right?" I turned to find a good-looking guy about my height with brown hair. He was slender and looked to be in his early twenties. He had sort of a teen heartthrob look, not quite my type. I prefer my guys more on the manly side.

"I am. Brad, right?"

"Good guess," he grinned. He had perfect teeth. "How do you know Marie?"

I may have been with Kurt for almost thirteen years, but I still know when I'm being hit on. Apparently, my wedding ring didn't put Brad off. "My husband, Kurt, and I are neighbors," I replied.

"Cool. Do you mind?" Did I mind what? I was confused, until he motioned and I realized that I was standing right under a sprig of mistletoe that was hung in the arch between the living room and dining room. I didn't know what to say and he took my silence as approval.

Brad leaned in and just caught my lips before I turned and let him kiss me on the cheek. I was beginning to think that our night with Brett and Marie was just the tip of an iceberg, and that there was a lot we didn't know about our long time friends.

"Hey, I see you found some of the mistletoe," Marie said, joining us. She put her arm around Brad's waist and they kissed. It was no friendly, how are you? kiss, but a full on, open mouthed, I'm REALLY happy to see you kiss. I was shocked and blushed just from standing so close to the kissing couple. Marie saw the look on my face and laughed. "Oh, don't look so shocked. I've known Brad forever."

"Yeah, I've been crushing on Marie since she flashed me at the neighborhood pool back in the day," Brad laughed.

"I think it was the first set of real boobs the boy had ever seen."

After Brad moved on, Marie leaned over and kissed me softly, gently on the lips. It was nice, but I was self-conscious about it in the middle of the party. She giggled and pulled me out from under the mistletoe.

"Is there something we should know about this party?" I asked, half-serious.

"Oh God, it's nothing as crazy as that," Marie said, realizing what I was thinking. "This isn't a swinger's party," she whispered.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply..." I said, suddenly embarrassed.

"It's okay. After that night we had, and with the kissing, I can see where you could get the wrong idea. Brett and I are not swingers. That night was just as out-of-the-ordinary for us as it was for you guys. It was great, but not something we do, normally."

"No, we don't either. It was great, but we'd never done that before."

"We really liked it too," Marie smiled. "Anyway, the party's not like that. This all started as a joke at one of our parties a couple years ago. Denise insisted that if you got caught under the mistletoe you were up for grabs for a kiss. So it became like a game, with the guys trying to catch all the girls under the mistletoe, whether it was their wives or girlfriends or not. Actually, the guys mostly seemed to try and get someone else's wife under the mistletoe. At the beginning, it was just a peck, or maybe someone grabbing a butt in good fun, but as people started drinking more, the grabbing got more frequent and the kissing more serious."

"I see," I said. I could understand. I'd been to more than one party where things got out of hand. When I was younger and we used to drink in the woods, it wasn't too uncommon for me to have a few beers, smoke a joint, and end up going off for a quick snog against a tree with one of my guy friends. It didn't mean anything. It was just kids having fun. I guess Marie's friends were still kids at heart.

"So anyway, now it's sort of turned into a free-for-all, but no one pushes it too far. It's just fun to cut loose sometimes. You know what I mean." I got the meaning behind her look. Yes, we certainly cut loose that night we were together. "So, if you don't want to be kissed, be careful where you stand."

"Or sit," I said with a laugh. Now I saw mistletoe hanging above the loveseat where the makeshift couples had been fooling around. They were just sitting together now and a guy, Sue's husband, I think, was standing and talking to them.

I looked around at the ceiling and found quite a few sprigs of mistletoe hanging throughout the house. I don't consider myself a prude by any stretch, but I wasn't sure how I felt about random guys coming over to kiss me. I was going to have to be careful about where I hung out. It was the perfect time to go find my husband.

The basement man cave was less crowded than upstairs, but there were still about half a dozen guys down there, including Brett and Kurt, and a couple women. Two of the guys sat in the deep, comfy black leather recliners at the far end, which were strategically placed at a V in front of the 50-inch flat screen that hung on the wall. Forming the other side of the V was a deep leather couch that used to be in the living room, before Marie redecorated. A thick, curvy Latina sat between two guys on the couch and took turns kissing each of them. I looked up and wasn't surprised to see mistletoe hanging above her.

"Hey, Eve," Brett said.

"Hey, guys." I had to duck under the mistletoe that hung under the low clearance at the bottom of the step. Before I could escape, Kurt came over and kissed me, tasting of beer. I held him tight and enthusiastically returned that kiss, teasing his tongue with mine while he grabbed my butt. The kiss raised my temperature, and for a second I thought about dragging him into one of the upstairs bedrooms, or maybe even the little powder room down here in the basement. It had been a long time since we snuck away for a quickie at a party and I knew Brett wouldn't mind.

"I guess you heard about the mistletoe," I said.

"I filled him in," Brett replied for Kurt, as he stepped in his place. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me just like my husband had. Unlike with Brad, I returned Brett's kiss, putting my arms around his neck and pressing against him when he grabbed my butt. It was a hot little cinch, and now I thought about dragging Brett into that powder room. The cider has warmed me up, I thought naughtily.

"So how many kisses have you had?" Kurt asked, once I made it past the human roadblock and came down into the basement.

We all went over and stood by the small bar in the corner. I thought we looked quite the nice threesome in the mirror on the wall, as I stood between the two very different men. Kurt, is dark haired and just a couple inches over my height. His hair was very short and he wore a close-cropped beard. My husband is compact and strong, with a wonderful smile. Brett, on the other hand, is a little over six feet, and keeps his sandy hair shaggy. He's a big, rangy Irishman through and through, with a broad chest and the worn hands of a man who uses them for a living. Both guys were about my age, while Marie was the baby of the group, a few years younger in her late twenties.

"You're not jealous are you?" I kidded with my husband

"As long as no one is too frisky." He looked me over, and said with a laugh, "All your clothes look in place."

"Actually, I'm trying to be careful where I stand. I'm not looking to be randomly manhandled."

"But you don't mind if I do it, right?" Kurt asked, putting his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek.

"I kind of enjoy that," I giggled.

"Or me?" Brett asked, coming to my other side and brushing my auburn hair to the side to kiss my neck. He found that special spot and I trembled. Kurt must have felt it, but he didn't say anything.

"No," I sighed, with an arm around both of them. "You're my guys."

"Who's the cute elf?" Asked a rich voice from behind us. I glanced in the mirror to see an ebony mountain of a man standing behind me. I must have had my back to him in the basement the entire time, because I surely would have noticed him before.

"Kurt, Eve, this is Andre. He does the framing on most of my projects. He's a master with the wood," Brett joked.

"Don't listen to him. He knows nothing about my wood." It's great to meet you guys," Andre said, chuckling with a deep rumble and shaking both our hands. If Brett's hand was strong, Andre's was like granite. He was so broad, there was no seeing around him and so tall he barely cleared the ceiling. His dark skin was flawless and he was classically handsome. He was the type of man who could charm a woman out of her panties with just a look.

Andre's chuckle was a deep rumble.

"Hey, I'm just a poor Irishman, I wouldn't even try to measure up," Brett said.

"So is Brett a cheap boss?" Kurt asked.

"Coming to the party is my Christmas bonus, if that tells you anything."

"But if you eat your weight, I'll be bankrupt by the end of the night. Why don't you take advantage of the other perks, instead," Brett said, nodding the mistletoe that hung over the bar.

Andre's smile was wide, flashing perfect white teeth. "Where's Cheryl?"

"He has to be careful. His girlfriend is the jealous type," Brett said. "Not that she has any reason to be. Did you see that blonde upstairs in the tight, white dress? That's Cheryl. And she's upstairs, dude. You're in the clear."

I remembered seeing her. She was taller than me and had a cascade of hair that fell to her waist. The snug, angora dress hugged every curve of her body, which looked like it belonged in a centerfold. If he was with her, I'm sure Andre wouldn't find kissing me any big thrill, although he was so hot, I was willing to make an exception to my rule about kissing strangers tonight.

Andre turned to Kurt. "You cool, man?"

"Yeah, Eve's under the mistletoe and those are the rules. I think I'm going to find Cheryl, actually."

"Let me know what you think of her tongue ring, man," Andre chuckled.

I should have been annoyed that the guys just offered me up, but seeing how hunky he was, I was okay with it. I was surprised when Kurt actually did make for the stairs to look for Cheryl. Andre leaned down and kissed me. His big, pillowy lips were soft and, while it wasn't quite a friendly kiss, it wasn't much more. I took it to the next level, pulling him down to me and heating up the kiss while I massaged his shaved head. It felt like I disappeared in his arms and he actually lifted me off the ground. Those big hands covered my butt and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. When he chased it back, I hungrily sucked on this thick tongue. I don't know how long it was before he put me down again, but I could have stayed in that lip-lock all night. I was wobbly on my knees and leaned back against the bar when Andre put me down. Both he and Brett grinned at me stupidly, so I can only imagine the look on my face.

"You'd better be careful, man. Eve looks like she's in love," Brett kidded.

"She's not the only one," Andre chuckled. "You should have come around a lot earlier, Eve."

"Thanks," I replied, wiping my lips on the back of my hand and then feeling the heat from my forehead. "But I don't think your girlfriend would have appreciated seeing that."

"Actually, it's worth it, because later she works overtime to prove she's the only woman I should be looking at."

"Now I see your evil plan," I laughed. "I might have to find my husband to soothe his battered ego."

"Naw, Cheryl loves attention. Last year, I swear that girl stood under the mistletoe all night long."

"Yeah, if you think this year's dress is wild, you should have seen her last year," Brett said.

"I thought my man here was going to try and sneak away with her," Andre said to Brett.

"I might have tried if I didn't think Marie would have killed me."

"Well, I'd better go find her before she comes looking for me," Andre said. If I find Kurt, I'll steer him back your way. Nice to meet you, Eve." He kissed my cheek and went upstairs.

"You look like you could use a drink," Brett said, slipping behind the bar. He took a pint glass from below and pulled the tap, drawing a perfect pint.

I gratefully took the beer and drained almost half of it. He was right. I needed that. "I guess I need to learn not to underestimate you guys. Your parties are pretty crazy."

"Ah, this one isn't quite so nuts. A couple of the wilder people aren't even here. If my friend Jerry had shown up, all bets would be off. We'd be down here doing shots, and that's where the real fun starts. Are you having a good time?"

"Yeah, I'm glad we came. Your friends are fun. And I really needed this. I've been crazy running around doing the Christmas shopping and getting the house ready for the holidays."

"What did you get Kurt?"

"I don't know that I can trust you," I laughed.

"He told me what he got you."

"Oh really? Tell me."

"Nope. I promised."

"Come here," I said.

I leaned across the bar, grabbed his sweater and pulled him into a kiss. I was quite warm and getting horny after everything that had happened, so I was not shy about really going for it. I gave him the kiss I usually laid on Kurt when I really wanted something from him. I let him go and he fell back with a huge grin.

"Wow! That almost worked," he laughed. "But you're going to have to do more than that to get me to talk."

Looking in the mirror, I saw that the rest of the basement had cleared out for the moment. I came around the bar and pressed against Brett, fingering the patterns in his heavy, white hand-knit sweater. "Marie and I had a little chat upstairs. She said you guys had as much fun as we did, last time."

"Yeah, Kurt and I had a chance to talk, too."

Later, I asked Kurt what was said between the guys. Kurt said they sort of sniffed around each other to make sure at least neither of them was angry or jealous, and then they agreed on how cool our night together was. They also agreed that they were cool if something happened again, as long as Marie and I went along with it. Kurt confessed that he even told Brett there was a chance something could happen after the party. My husband was half-right. I didn't quite wait until after to get crazy.

I met his lips with mine and we shared a long, passionate kiss. It wasn't hurried and fervid like the earlier ones, but slow and languid, building in its intensity. His hands on my butt raised my skirt, and I didn't stop him, although I did wish I wasn't wearing tights. I ran my fingers through his hair, mussing it, while he pulled at my Santa hat, making the little bell on the end jingle, not realizing a hair clip held it in place. He was kneading my butt and my hand was on his bulge when we heard someone coming down the steps. He parted quickly and in a flash of naughtiness, I dropped down below the bar.

"Hey, Russ. If you're looking for Terri, she went back upstairs," Brett said, trying to get rid of whoever had come down. I could see him from my vantage point.

"Yeah, I saw her. I just wanted another beer," Russ said.

"Let me get that for you."

While Brett took his friend's glass and drew another pint, I settled in and reached under his sweater and unsnapped his jeans. I pulled his jeans down and in his surprise, he spilled, dripping some beer onto my shoulder where it soaked into my sweater. I stroked his handsome shaft and it grew in my hand, until my slender fingers just wrapped around it. I lightly kissed his balls and flicked them with my tongue, glad that he groomed himself down there, just as my husband does. The more I kissed and licked Brett's balls, the more trouble he had speaking. I could tell he was trying to get rid of this guy, but his friend decided he wanted to have a chat, which meant I could have some fun. I started sucking his thick cock, and Brett really started stammering.

"Is something wrong?" Russ asked when Brett choked on his words.

"No, no. I'm good. Just...swallowed wrong," Brett replied, clearing his throat. He tried sipping his beer, but he even had trouble doing that when I really got moving. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard and I saw him sneak a glance down at me. I winked back and just held his head between my lips and sucked and licked. I swear Brett looked dizzy. I would have laughed, if my mouth hadn't been full.

"What's that noise?" Russ asked.

"What noise?" Brett replied nervously.

"It sounds like something's jingling back there."

Shit! I realized the bell on my Santa hat was making noise. I quickly grabbed it, just before Brett tried covering it. I liked teasing Brett, but I would have been mortified if I'd been caught doing this.

"I'm headed back up," Russ finally said.

"I'll be right up there in a few," Brett said.

As soon as Russ was gone, Brett turned his full attention to me. He held the back of my head as I bobbed on his cock, then he closed his eyes as he moaned. I sucked faster and started playing with his balls.

"Shit, Evie, you're crazy. All he had to do was lean over a little bit and he would have seen you. Ohhh, that's good..."

I smiled around him and was glad he was enjoying himself. That hint of danger had really gotten me wet, and I wanted to do more than suck Brett. The risk of getting caught was something that had always thrilled me. When I was younger, even after Kurt and I were first married, I used to have sex in crazy places all the time. Movie theaters, clubs, cars, of course, and even on the beach. The key, usually, was to wear a short skirt and try to be subtle. Somewhere along the line, Kurt and I had just quit doing those things, but tonight I was enjoying myself.

"Uhhnn...Evvviieee...I'm almost there," he warned.

I could tell by his moans and the way he trembled, but I appreciated his warning anyway. I grabbed some napkins from the shelf beneath the bar and took his slick shaft in my hand, stroking it quickly. While I really enjoy giving head, swallowing has just never been my thing.

"Uhhnn...uhhnnn...Eeeevvvveee..." Brett steadied himself on the bar as his cum jetted into the air. I caught it in the napkin as best I could, but a shot still blasted across my cheek. After I finished him off, I took another napkin and cleaned the warm goo from my face. "Oh, shit, Evie. Thanks for that."

"No problem," I smiled, pulling my skirt straight as I stood again.

Brett kissed me, and his hands were everywhere. He cupped my breast under my sweater, but mostly got a handful of my loose blouse and the lightly-padded black bra beneath it. I'd worn some of my nicer underwear tonight to feel sexy, but I don't have much that's so outrageous. Kurt's one of those guys who prefer whatever comes off the fastest. Brett peeled off my sweater and I threw it onto the bar while he worked on the front of my blouse. He got it half unbuttoned and leaned forward to kiss my smooth, ivory skin. I heard the music and the people upstairs and knew we could get caught at any second. I knew we had to stop, but I just didn't want to.

"Hey," I said, when he sat me up on the bar. He kissed that spot on my neck and I held him to me, rubbing those strong, broad shoulders and ruffling his hair. Brett pulled the skinny bra straps from my shoulders beneath my blouse and easily exposed my breasts. My pointy nipples were like little, rouged pebbles and I trembled when his lips brushed against them. His tongue flicked and I moaned more loudly, biting my lip. Reading my reaction, Brett grew more aggressive, kissing and sucking, even nipping with his teeth, but he stayed gentle, which I appreciated. A little goes a long way with me. He also pushed his hand up my skirt. He had to feel how damp my tights and panties were. Even though his touch was muffled, it was amazing, and I pushed at his hand. His thumb centered over my clit and even through those layers it made me cry out when he pressed. God, why did I wear so many layers?!?

"Kiss me," I demanded when his attention to my breasts made the feelings just too intense. We kissed and he rubbed between my legs. I think we were both frustrated by his lack of access.

"Hold on one second," he said, ducking under the bar. I moment later he had a little paring knife in his hand.

"What do you think you're going to do with that? I'm not that kinky," I warned.

"Just trust me," he grinned.

It took a lot of trust, but I tried to relax and held my skirt back so I could see what he was doing. Brett pulled my tights taut between my thighs and with one quick, expert snick of the knife, he sliced my tights open, leaving a wide gap, but left my panties intact. Those tights were expensive, but at the moment I didn't care. Brett's knife work was pretty impressive and seeing how good he was with his hands just made me hotter.

"Impressive precision," I lauded.

"I am a man of many skills."

Brett held my thighs apart and planted a hard kiss right on my panties. He pressed hard enough to make me throb and I wished he had cut my panties away. My tights gapped wide with my legs open and I pulled my panties to the side to give him the access he wanted and I needed. His tongue swiped out at my pussy and I swooned, ignoring the party sounds coming from the top of the stairs. It was so insane to be doing this, and so wonderful! His tongue slithered between my lips and touched my tender spots. He dipped deeply and then swept upward and I shook as my moans grew in volume. I let go of my panties and leaned back with both hands on the bar, twitching my hips at him. Brett kept my panties out of his way, spread my lips and redoubled his efforts, criss-crossing his tongue over my clit hood before going right for the hard little nub itself.

The mirror behind the wall provided the perfect view of our debauchery. I'm not used to seeing myself in that state, and the look on my face was strained, like I was in the midst of a tough workout. My mouth just hung open while I yelped and gasped and whimpered as he drove me to a fast climax. My jaw snapped open and closed while I shook uncontrollably, clicking one of my boot heels on the edge of the bar. Brett kept licking and sucking down there, drinking deeply of my juices.

It was all becoming too intense and I was about to stop him away when we heard a footfall on the top step. I panicked and pushed Brett away, knocking him against the back wall. I hopped off the bar and hastily buttoned my blouse with my back to the room. In the mirror, I saw Marie turn the corner just as I was smoothing my skirt down over my thighs.

"You two look awfully guilty," Marie said with a knowing smile.

"Really? I was, uh, just back here looking for a napkin," I replied, coming out from behind the bar.

"I don't think that's the only thing you found. Your blouse isn't buttoned right."

My cheeks burned bright red as I unbuttoned my blouse again so I could fix the problem.

"Here, let me help."

Marie steered me over under the mistletoe hanging over the bar and took over unbuttoning my blouse, with an eye on Brett. She opened my blouse all the way down to my skirt and then slid a hand under it to fix a twisted bra strap. It was hard not to laugh at Brett's slack-jawed expression and I forgot all about my embarrassment at almost getting caught with my skirt up. Instead, I brushed a stray lock of Marie's fiery hair aside and kissed her while she re-buttoned blouse. Her lip gloss tasted sweet when I ran my tongue over her full, soft lips. Her tongue met mine and her hands moved to my hips. I held the back of her neck and we really went at it, mouths open, tongue's wrestling and when we were finished I know Brett wasn't the only one with his pulse racing.

"There, it's fixed," Marie said, looking at my blouse. "You're presentable now."

"Thanks. I think I'd better find my husband before he gets himself in trouble."

I left Marie downstairs to take care of Brett and went back up to the party, which was still in full swing. I detoured for more of that wonderful warm cider, then found Kurt in the living room. He was dancing under a mistletoe spot with Andre's girlfriend, Cheryl, and they kissed while she moved her body against his. The white knit dress clung to her like a fuzzy, second skin and I know my husband was having a very good time dancing with the blonde. I looked up to make sure I wasn't under any mistletoe and waited until I caught Kurt's eye. When I did, he looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I just smiled and went upstairs, hoping he would follow. I really felt the heavily spiked cider and kept a hand on the wall while I ascended. A couple people waited for the bathroom and I squeezed past them and headed back to the guest bedroom, leaving the door ajar and the lights off.

"Eve..." Kurt whispered when he entered the room.

He reached for the light switch, but I blocked his hand and pushed the door closed behind him. His words were cut off when I kissed him and dragged him toward the double bed, which was covered with coats. Kurt pulled at my clothes and I pushed him backward, so he fell onto the bed. Pushing his legs apart, I moved between them and unbuckled his belt. A quick yank and his dark slacks and boxer briefs were down around his ankles. He couldn't kick his pants off with his shoes on, but he didn't need to for what I had in mind. God, I was horny and I could only think of was screwing my husband. It was just like in the old days when we would sneak off and have a quick one.

"Were you having fun with that blonde?" I asked, straddling him.

"No more than you did with Andre. It looked like you wanted him to drag you up here," he laughed, pulling my skirt up.

"I wanted someone to drag me off, anyway. Are you jealous?"

"No, I trust you. We can get crazy, but I know you're not going to go too far. Brett and I had a little talk, by the way."

"I know, he told me," I said, grasping his cock. Kurt was iron hard after his fun with Cheryl. I was glad he didn't need any help, because I didn't want to wait. "You guys didn't think you should check with us before giving each other clearance to fool around?"

"By the way Marie shoved her hand down my pants in the kitchen, so I figured you girls had a chat too." He touched between my legs and said, "Hmm, someone's been up to no good." He pulled my panties to the side.

"I had a little fun torturing Brett downstairs and he returned the favor," I laughed.

"I'm sure the fun was all his, if I know you. Ahhh...Eve..."

I sank down onto his shaft and my moan matched his. I was so ready for him. I'm not usually one of those women who need a ton of foreplay anyway, just lucky that way I guess, but I was soaked after what had happened in the basement. I leaned forward and we kissed fiercely as I started riding him with a quick rhythm. It felt so good. It was just what I needed. Kurt held my butt and pulled me down onto him. He loves my firm butt and always kneads it roughly when I'm on top like that. The bed squealed beneath us and we started to slip from the bed as the coats underneath us shifted. I had trouble keeping traction with my knees and was afraid I was going to have huge, tell-tale runners in my stockings, but Kurt planted his feet and took over, with his hands on my hips. He lifted me up and down on him and I pressed my face against his neck to quiet my low moans. Kurt moaned and gasped my name, kissing my back and getting a mouthful for hair for his trouble.

"Damn, you're sexy, woman," he moaned. "Ohhh...Evvvveeee..."

"Yesss...yessss...yesss..." I whimpered softly as my orgasm approached. I'm not a dirty talker. That's about as far as you'll hear me go. I'm just all breathy and moany when I cum, which happened right then. I grabbed fistfuls of someone's coat, silently apologized for desecrating it, and rode my husband while I came, and the pleasure swept through me like a sudden tropical storm. Kurt cried my name and came with his cock buried inside me.

"You seem to be in a much better mood now," Kurt said, with a kiss.

"The cider helped with that, among other things..."

I slid off him and fixed my clothes once again. It seemed I was spending more time with my clothes askew than otherwise. "So, about tonight, are we going to..."

"Are you up for it?" That was his cautious way of saying yes.

"I think I already have a head start," I laughed. "We'll just sort of hang around until everyone else leaves and see what happens, I guess."

"Sounds like a good plan to me. I love you."

"I love you too, babe," I said, and sealed our plans with a kiss.

While Kurt went downstairs, I waited for the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could. Luckily, there were no embarrassing marks on my tights at the knees, but they were hopelessly stretched out and pulled apart higher up. Since they were ruined anyway, I just got rid of them and pulled my boots back on. I wondered if anyone at the party besides Brett and Kurt would notice my tights were gone. I smiled, wondering what someone might think.

Due to the weather, the party broke up early and just after midnight, all of the other guests had left. Kurt and Brett caught me under the mistletoe a couple more times before the party ended, but I mostly behaved myself. I did see Marie pull my husband off downstairs for a little while, though. I was curious what they were up to, but stayed upstairs and left it to my imagination. It may seem odd, but I wasn't sure I wanted to see Kurt with Marie. I was curious, and if I could be sneaky and see them together, I would take the chance, but that wasn't the same as all four of us getting it on in the same room. I know I don't want to be watched while I am with Brett. I would just be too self-conscious to enjoy myself. I'd be too focused on what Kurt and Marie were thinking to really cut loose. I think it's just better for everyone if we go off on our own with our swapped partners. I don't know if anyone else feels the same. For all I knew, they were all dying for a big foursome in the master bedroom.

I asked Marie if she wanted any help cleaning up, but she insisted we just leave it until morning. Everyone was pretty drunk and silly, so we just left the mess be, kicked off our shoes and turned up the music. We all danced in a little group, switching off partners. Even Kurt and Brett had a go. While I was in Kurt's arms he started kissing me and it did not take long before we weren't really dancing, but just moving to the music while we made out and groped each other. After a couple minutes, he turned me to Brett and Marie and I kissed her in passing on our way into each other's husband's arms. By now, kissing and touching Brett was familiar, but still exciting, especially with Marie and Kurt right there doing the same thing. While I may not have wanted to have sex with the other couple watching, that didn't mean it wasn't exciting to fool around a little bit in front of each other. I slid my hands under Brett's sweater and t-shirt, enjoying the feel of his hard, sparsely-haired chest. I'll admit it. I really, really liked Brett's body. I'd never thought of him in sexual terms at all before that first time, but now whenever I touch him, my pulse just races. There's just something about a big, rugged man that strokes something primal in me. All that hot cider just made my arousal headier. I knew that he could tell how much I wanted him by the way I sucked on his tongue and mashed my lips to his. I was getting so hot that when he reached under my sweater, I just shrugged it from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Brett directed me back toward Kurt and Marie. For a moment, the three of us moved together and I kissed my husband and friend in turn. Both us girls were rubbing Kurt through his pants and I could feel his cock twitch as he watched us kiss. I kissed Kurt, Marie kissed my neck and I was in heaven. A little more of that and I might not have cared who was watching me.

"Why don't we take this upstairs?" Marie asked.

"That's an excellent idea," I agreed.

Hand-in-hand-in-hand-in-hand, we went up with Marie leading the way. Kurt was behind her, and I followed, leading Brett by the hand to the second floor. We all paused in the hallway, trying to figure out arrangements without speaking of it. I think Marie could sense my hesitancy about us all going into the master bedroom.

"We'll be just down the hall if you need us," she said. She gave her husband a last kiss and turned to lead mine away.

"I love you," Kurt said, giving me a last kiss before going off with my friend.

Brett turned on the bedside lamp, and when he turned back to me, I pulled his sweater right off, along with the t-shirt under it. I kissed his chest and liked the way he moaned when I licked his nipples, so I kept doing it, even lightly sucking them while I worked on his pants. He tried to get my top off, but I had his hands shaking so much that he had trouble with the little round buttons. He stepped out of his pants and I shed my blouse. He did, however, adeptly unhook my bra with a quick snap of his fingers and it joined the growing pile of clothes. My arms went around his neck and I pulled him into a kiss while he messed with the two tabbed buttons on the front of my skirt. He didn't understand why he couldn't just pull it off. I giggled at his frustrated huff and got the little zipper at the side for him. Brett lifted me and tossed me onto the bed.

I felt the oddest thing when he joined me on the bed. I was nervous again, like the first time we were together. Obviously, there was nothing to be nervous about, but I think it was different in my head because we were in a bed and not just screwing on the couch downstairs. The first time was just like a hot date where everything went right, but getting fully naked and having sex in a bed felt too familiar, too much like being with my husband. My stomach was full of butterflies when Brett reached for me and, when we kissed and he lovingly caressed my breast, I cried out. That nervousness added to the overall sense of how naughty this all was and it turned me on more than I could have expected. I didn't think I was a natural born swinger, but I did love the illicit excitement.

"You're beautiful," Brett said, between kisses. "I love your body."

"Yours is pretty hot too," I sighed, tilting my head back while he kissed my neck. He alternated, teasing both my nipples, and it was driving me crazy. I didn't need the foreplay. My pussy was drenched and I wanted him inside me immediately, but I was enjoying his strong, rough hands on my pale body. He plucked at my long, dark nipples and I shivered, my sighs turning to moans. His lips moved lower and his hand moved lower still. I grasped the pillow and turned my face into it to muffle my moans, and reached for Brett with my other hand. It was fun to run my fingers through his hair when I was used to Kurt's close-cropped cut. I released the pillow and explored Brett's hard body, fingers trailing over his shoulders and down his powerful thigh. I grasped his thick, hard shaft and caressed it, smearing the sticky pre-cum that formed on the tip.

My hips lifted off the bed when he pushed two thick fingers inside me. I was filled completely and felt an orgasm coming on as he started working those fingers in and out. The deal was sealed when his thumb rubbed my clit. He fingered me faster, adding pressure with his thumb, and I was in the throes of ecstasy. I came so quickly, so easily, it was breathtaking. I shook and, for a moment, my body was taut like a copper wire. My high moans filled the bedroom and I grabbed Brett and kissed him.

Marie did not seem to have my same concerns about being heard. I'd heard her cries growing in volume while Brett and I were busy, and she couldn't be ignored when she started screaming my husband's name. "Oh God! YES! YES! GOD, Kurt! Make me CUM!" Marie screamed.

Brett broke our kiss, listened to his wife for a second, and smiled. "That's my Marie. Kurt must be doing something right."

I returned his smile. "Kurt has a few tricks up his sleeve. But don't be concerned, you have your own impressive set of skills." Wanting a demonstration of those skills, I pulled him on top of me. He fell easily between my spread legs and his hard shaft rubbed my slick, swollen lips. I reached to put him inside me, but he brushed my hand aside.

Brett flipped me over and I let out a whoop of surprise. He pulled at my hips until I rose up on my knees and he pressed into me. I pushed back and his big head split my lips. I kept going, slowly enveloping his entire cock. God, he felt good. He seemed to thicken as he went deeper and his base had me stretched wide. I swiveled my hips, adjusting to his girth, and he gripped my hips and moaned, clearly enjoying being inside me.

"Uhnn..." I cried out when Brett pulled back and shoved his length back into me. He took me with long, slow strokes that sent ripples of pleasure through me and made me want more and more. I don't want to sound slutty, but this was the screwing I'd been waiting for all night. Brett took it slow, but not gently. He rammed into me hard and his tempo grew. I shoved back at him and soon we were fucking each other hard, his balls swinging into my thighs and our flesh slapping together. He grunted with every thrust, joined by my breathy moans, and the jingle of my hat. Yes, the Santa hat was still pinned it my head and its little bell still jingled absurdly as we screwed. I should have ripped that thing off, but it was pinned to my hair and I wasn't about to stop to take it off. I was on my hands and knees and really throwing myself back at Brett.

"Uhhn...Uhnnn...Eve...love your ass...uhnnn...damn it's good..."

His compliments on my body made me glow and want to please him more. He caressed my back, then held onto one of my shoulders, pulling me back into him even harder. He hit my g-spot with every thrust, and my pussy throbbed around him. I was going to climax again soon, and very hard.

Meanwhile, Marie was screaming again, begging Kurt to fuck her harder. I really have almost no experience with porn, but discovered listening to someone so obviously having a good time was a turn-on. Maybe it was because I knew her, or it was the situation in general, but Marie's cries really had an effect on me. I was even more turned on when I heard my husband.

"Oh yeah...fuck...fuck...Maaarrriieeee...oh fuck..." Kurt cried. He was generally louder in bed than I am, but not usually like that! His moans were joined by the unmistakable sounds of him spanking Marie's butt. That was something I wouldn't have minded, but I wasn't going to ask for it.

I was close to cumming when Brett pulled out and tried to turn me over again. But hearing the others made me feel naughty, and I spun around and took him in my mouth. His eyes widened in surprise as I held his cock and sucked it hard, while staring up at him. I loved the expression on his face. It's always great to blow a guy's mind. I could taste myself on him, which is nothing to me, but I knew that always drove guys nuts. I let his cock go with a pop and cooed, "Come on."

Brett put me on my back, with my legs pressed against my chest. Yoga makes me incredibly flexible, something Kurt enjoys on a regular basis. I was spread and totally available to Brett. He fell on me and rammed his cock inside. He steadied himself with one hand on the headboard and hammered me with all his strength. Brett's power was magnificent. If he did this to Marie on a regular basis I could understand why she was always so perky. He made me cum in just a couple minutes, but he just kept going and one orgasm just flowed into two. My mouth just opened and closed while I incoherently moaned and cried out my intense pleasure. His stamina was incredible, and I wondered if it was because of the blowjob I'd given him downstairs.

"Ohhhh...God...baby...ohhhh you feel fucking good...Evvveee..." Brett grunted. I worked my muscles down there, trying to make him cum, but he seemed determined to hold out.

I reached up and pulled him down to me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, holding him to me while his hips pumped away. We were locked together now, and it felt so intimate. We kissed between moans and I held onto those big, strong shoulders. Brett moved faster and faster. From his energy and the tension in his body, I could tell he was close.

"Come on," I whispered in his ear. "Come on, baby I know you're close."

"Uhhnn, so close..." He tried to pull away, but I stopped him, keeping my body locked around his.

"It's okay, it's a good time. Ohhh..."

Given the green light, Brett made a few final, hard thrusts and I felt his cum shooting deep inside me. There's just something special about the moment you feel a man cum inside you. It's like you're really joined together, and I was glad to share it with Brett, who I deeply care about. I'm not on birth control, but Kurt and I use the rhythm method. I know my body very well[, and while last time things were iffy, I knew we were safe this time. And I was confident I wasn't going to catch anything from Brett.

"Wow," he said simply, kissing me.

"Wow is right," I smiled. The satisfied glow spread from my silly Santa hat down to my dark red painted toes. I pulled a sheet over us and finally freed myself of that Santa hat before snuggling against Brett's chest.

"Can I say how happy I am that you were snowbound tonight?" he said, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head.

"I miss my other friends, but I don't think I would have had this kind of fun at the other party."

"I was wondering if this would happen again. I'm not going to lie, the first time was amazing and I was hoping there would be a repeat."

"Really?" That made me feel good. Sometimes, when you've been with someone for so long, you start to wonder if you've still got it. I was glad Brett thought I did.

"Yeah. That first time was so out of the blue, I'm not sure I really fully appreciated it."

"I know what you mean. Just kissing someone other than Kurt was pretty weird, at first. It was a little while before I really wrapped my head around everything. And then I thought it was pretty cool that we all shared this."

"Did you think it would happen again?"

"Kurt and I discussed it. We both had a good time and thought it might be fun to play around again."

"I'm glad you guys weren't freaked out. I was afraid there would be a problem between Kurt and I because of, y'know, how it is with guys."

I had to laugh. "Are you kidding? I think he would have run right back over here. Kurt took the whole thing in stride. I don't think he needed to adjust at all. You'd be surprised how crazy he can get."

"You can be pretty crazy too. That stuff downstairs was nuts," he said.

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that. I was just surprised you took the risk, that's all."

"I have some tricks of my own. I like a little danger, I just don't really want to be caught. I don't like to be the center of attention."

"You're going to have to get used to it tonight."

"I think I can adjust," I said. I smiled and we kissed.

Kissing turned to fondling and for a while we just enjoyed ourselves, playing with each other in a way we didn't have time for before. I especially enjoyed the way I could make him tremble and lose control with just my lips and flickering tongue. It turned out his nipples were very sensitive, and I had him pleading with me for more when I toyed with them. I also took time exploring his wonderful cock and balls, touching and kissing and sucking. I know Brett wanted to tease me as well, but he was a gentleman and laid back and let me enjoy myself. I had him rock hard once again, and left him that way.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom for a second," I told him, dropping his big sweater over my body. He looked like his head was going to explode.

Honestly, I wanted to clean up before we went forward. Brett wasn't aware of the quickie Kurt and I shared, and I wasn't comfortable letting him go down there without cleaning up first. It just didn't seem fair. I fetched a clean washcloth from the linen closet and freshened up.

When I slipped back into the hallway, I was distracted by the sounds coming from the guest bedroom. The door was only halfway closed and I heard Marie softly murmuring to Kurt. "Baby," she groaned. "God, I love that." Curiosity got the better of me and I crept up to the door for a peek. Marie was on her back in the middle of the bed and Kurt was on his knees, with his face buried between her legs. I almost laughed, because he looked so silly with his ass in the air. It looked like Marie's eyes were closed and her head tossed from side to side. She held Kurt's head in place with both hands as he went down on her as she cooed her encouragement.

"God...right there...right there...yeah...yeah...ohhhh...OHHHH...KURRRTTTT!" she cried.

I ducked back around the door, afraid I was going to be caught, but stood by the door and listened for a few moments more. The way Marie was wailing, it sounded like she was coming again. I heard them shift on the bed, and then what I was sure were sucking sounds. I chanced another look and saw my husband on his back and Marie on top in the "69" position. Kurt and I almost never did that. Her fiery hair cascaded forward, hiding most of her face, but I could see her big breasts hanging down, brushing his legs, and her head bobbed rapidly as she sucked him.

"Ohhhh...God, Marie, that's fucking good..." Kurt moaned, breaking away from licking my friend.

I pulled back again and tried to catch my breath. I won't lie. A twinge of jealousy gripped my gut as I watched my husband and good friend together. Marie seems like a sexual dynamo and it brought back some old insecurities about whether I'm sexy enough. But I was far more turned on than jealous. It was really exciting watching the two of them together, especially since they didn't know I was doing it. I was lightly stroking my pussy without really realizing it and I padded back down the hallway to have Brett take care of my growing need.

I pushed the bedroom door closed behind me and pulled the sweater over my head. Jumping on the bed, I almost landed on top of Brett and started ravishing him straightaway. We kissed and he flipped me off of him, onto my back.

"What took so long?"

"Can't a girl take her time?"

He held my arms over my head, pinning them to the bed with his hands on my wrists. His leg pressed between my thighs and I rubbed myself against it, smearing my wetness all over him. I struggled, but also enjoyed the play-wrestling. It was like fighting against a brick wall, and I liked his show of strength. But he had to let me go to move lower. Hands on my thighs, he splayed them wide and feasted on me. His probing tongue hit all the right spots, and he slurped away at my copious juices and drove me crazy. I pulled his hands up to my breasts and he pinched and rolled my nipples with his thumbs. I arched my back off the bed, so close to cumming.

I tugged on Brett's hair, pulling him up on top of me. I kissed him hard, and then rolled us and sat astride him. His cock stood up like an iron bar. I rose up and sank down on it. He held my hands to help steady me and I worked my magic with my hips and muscles down below. I'm not a braggart, but I have incredible control down there and blow men's minds what I can do to them while hardly seeming to move. Kurt loves it when I do it, and I usually make him cum very quickly. Last time I was with Brett, he was quite a fan, too.

"Evie...shit...you don't know how much I've thought about this...since...the last...time...ohhhh"

My hips just barely rotated. My motions were like a slow motion belly dance. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his cock. It was big and I felt every inch acutely. I loved the way he spread me open, and that made it all the better to squeeze and work his shaft. I felt so intimately joined to him, like energy was flowing down from me, into his body. He twitched inside me and his cock felt so hot.

"Ohhhh...ohhh God...Evvieee...don't...don't...stop...ohhhh..."

Brett's hands roamed by body, bringing his heat with them. I was so attuned to him that every touch felt amazing, so good that it was almost too much to bear. He teased my nipples so that I jumped and cried out. His fingers pressed into my mouth and I sucked them hard. He rubbed my clit and it was all I could do to hold it together. I knew I had him close and I had to hold out.

"Eeee...Eeeee...Eeeevvvv...ieeee..." Brett shouted.

My moans reached a fever pitch as well, and we both came. He jetted up into me, returning the energy I'd given him. My pussy gripped him and twitched as I trembled on top of him. I fell into his waiting arms, exhausted, and he held me tightly. Down the hallway, Marie was wailing again, and I smiled, hoping she and Kurt were having as good a time as I was.

+++

Brett and I fell asleep together and it was weird to wake up in a strange bed, in the arms of another man. Through the curtains, dawn was just breaking. Brett was dead to the world and I was able to ease out of bed and dress without waking him. I carried my boots, knowing the heels would click on the hardwood in the hallway. In the guest bedroom, Kurt and Marie were wrapped around each other in bed. I shook Kurt's shoulder, trying to wake him. I wanted us to do our walk of shame before too many of the neighbors would be awake. I doubted any of them would guess what we were really up to, but I also didn't want them thinking we were too drunk to walk home last night.

"Whaa..." Kurt mumbled.

"Eve, is that you?" Marie asked, sleepily.

"Yeah, go back to sleep. I'm just trying to drag Kurt out of bed so we can go home."

"It's chilly out there. Come in bed with us where it's warm," Marie said, tugging at my sleeve.

"No, really. We should go," I resisted.

"Marie's right. Come here, where it's warm," Kurt said, and started pulling on me too.

I dropped my boots and despite my efforts, I was pulled into bed between them. Kurt turned my head so we could kiss. I'm not a fan of morning-breath kisses, but we were all in the same boat, and it was pleasurable to be kissing my husband while their hands gently touched me and plucked at my clothing. Still, I was not going to be pulled into an early-morning threesome and resisted their efforts to undress me, not that they needed to. I was braless under my thin blouse, and Marie's touch easily made my nipples rigid and tingling. She turned me back to face her for a sultry kiss. I really liked the feeling of her soft, full lips. It was a nice contrast from what I was used to. Her tongue flicked at mine and I pushed my fingers into her thick, flaming curls. Kurt's hand was under my skirt and he rubbed me through my panties. The tingling was all over my body now, and I found my willpower faltering. Despite my efforts, Marie had my blouse unbuttoned and she caressed my bare breasts. I returned the favor, pinching her thicker, strawberry-colored nipples.

"Come on, guys. We have to stop. It's not fair to Brett," I complained.

"I can go get him," Marie offered.

"No. Let's just take a rain check on this." I made a real effort and pulled away from there. Standing at the foot of the bed, I buttoned my blouse and said, "Let's go."

Reluctantly, Kurt kissed Marie and got out of bed to get dressed.

"Thanks for the party...and everything else," I said, giving Marie a quick kiss.

I held Kurt's hand and snuggled into his side against the biting morning wind as we crossed the cul-de-sac. "That was some night, eh?" he said. "I'm ready to spend the day in bed."

"Sounds like a wonderful idea. We can pick up the kids this evening. But before bed, we're going to take a long, hot shower and you're going to finish what you got going this morning."

Kurt laughed. "I knew you didn't really want to get up."

"I never said I wasn't enjoying myself. I just wanted to get home and get you all to myself. We'll be seeing those guys again soon. There's plenty of time to have fun with them later."

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