Our New years Eve
written by:
bOB

New Years Eve

It was a black tie black affair New Years Eve.

It had been literally years since we'd gone out like this together. Between work, the kids, and mowing the lawn and every other activity that consumed almost every waking moment, there was little time for just us. We finally moved this past summer slightly closer to home. A few weeks before New Year's Paula's parents called and said they'd be coming down for New Years Eve. They even volunteered to watch the kids if we wanted to go out.

At first we hemmed and hawed and procrastinated about what we would do when my company offered up free tickets to a black tie affair down town at the Embassy Hotel. The only catch was that we had to pay for our own room for the night. It seemed like a pretty good deal from my perspective.

Paula and I went down and checked in that after noon.

"This is going to be fun," she said as we walked through the hotel.

Our room was a two-room suite with a king bed, a couch and a little living room. It was pretty damn nice. I took a shower while Paula got dressed. I was getting anxious so she told me to wait for her down at the bar. I ran into some of the guys from my office and we had a few drinks while I waited for my wife.

Scott and Mike were both going stag to the night. Scott's wife couldn't come and Mike was recently divorced. We sat together critiquing the women as they came in. "Nice, nice. Average, average, yuck, owww... Average... very nice." That was in response to the nice looking blond that was walking right towards me.

"Very, very nice," I said to my self as I recognized my wife. She had on a sparkling, long black halter dress that showed her shoulders and had a slit up to her mid thigh.

The string of pearls I'd given her the day I proposed were draped around her neck. Her brown hair was tied in a tight bun on her head with small pearl studs in her ears. Hi heeled black shoes covered her feet and a small gold chain was draped around one ankle. The back of the dress was open almost to her tight little ass. I had to admit it was making me hard just looking at her. I was very impressed, and I think my two co-workers were too.

"Hello handsome," she said. "Buy me a drink."

I was smiling from ear to ear. "You look fantastic," I told her

"Why thank you. I thought you might like it."

That was an under statement.

She sipped her drink and continued, "Its been so long since we've been away for the weekend." I offered her my arm and we walked off to the ballroom. I was pretty sure that more than one guy caught a second glimpse as she walked by.

There were hundreds of people in the huge room. We had a table with some other couples and joined them for dinner. Dinner was filled with the idle chat that people who know each other but really don't know each other engaged in social intercourse. The band was pretty good. It ought to be, considering what the company had paid for the tickets.

Paula and I danced like a couple of college kids. I was having a blast. They switched to a slower song and she hung her head on my shoulder and I could smell the faint hint of her perfume. My hands rested on her hips and I slowly slid them down to her rear. I could feel the silky fabric slide over her ass and looked down at her. She had a slight smirk on her face.

"No panties," she whispered as I felt myself getting hard again. She kissed me gently on the lips and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied.

We sat back down and I noticed that a bit of the crowd had slipped away. Paula said, "Who is that waving at you?" It was Mike sitting by himself about two tables over.

"He's one of the guys I work with. You know, the one whose wife left him last year. He goes to the gym with me."

Mike waved again. Paula added, "That's too bad. He looks lonely tonight."

"Go dance with him," I said.

"What? It's not my night to take care of charity cases."

"Oh go ahead. He doesn't bite."

"No way, besides I couldn't just walk over there and ask him to dance. What kind of woman would he think I was?"

"Jeesses," I muttered. I looked over at Mike and waved to him to come join us. At first he gave a friendly no thanks wave but I waved again. He picked up his drink and walked over to our table.

"Paula, this is Mike. Mike, Paula, my wife."

Mike sat down and we started talking. I goaded him about being there alone and that seemed to bother Paula.

"Leave him alone you big lout," she said.

"Its ok" Mike said in my defense. "It comes with the territory."

The band started up again and Paula looked at me with that lets dance look. "I'm tired I moaned. You are wearing me out. Maybe Mike wants to dance."

"No, that's ok," he said.

"No really, its alright," I told him, "go ahead."

He looked at her and asked, "Would you like to dance?"

There was a short hesitation. I'd forgotten to mention that Mike was black, very black. He sort of looked like Wesley Snipes. Paula glanced over at me one more time and then.

"I'd be delighted," she said and stood up and followed him to the floor. I had to admit that he moved pretty well on his feet. He was actually a very good dancer. They danced several quick numbers and then the band switched to a slow one. I was waiting for them to come back when he held out his hand.

She hesitated for a second then took it. He put his large black hand on the small of her naked white back and held her other hand with his. I could almost sense her slightly trembling. I also couldn't help but think that he couldn't help but feel every bit of her body through the thinness of the dress she was wearing.

Hell, it only took me a minute to realize that she had no panties. I was wondering if he'd get hard at the thought of her naked whit body like I was now looking at them. Could she feel him if he did? Of course she could. The dance finished and they hesitated for a second, a second too long, before they broke and headed back for the table.

There was a bulge in his trousers. Can't say that I've checked out many other guys' packages before but I really couldn't tell in the dim light by the table. Paula sat back down and took a big sip of her drink.

"I've got to go freshen up," she said and excused herself.

"You are a lucky guy," Mike said as he poured himself another drink and offered me some.

"I am indeed," I replied.

He excused himself to go get another bottle. Paula came back and sat back down.

"Well, he's quite a dancer," I said.

"He's ok," she said. She wasn't looking at me. Then she looked up and smiled, "Ok, he's a very good dancer."

"So dance again if you want. We have no place to go."

Mike came back and asked her if she could handle one more. This time she didn't hesitate at all and off they went. They danced for another thirty minutes, fast songs, slow songs, moving together like they'd been doing it for years. People looked and grinned as they walked by, the sophisticated woman dancing with the distinguished black gentleman.

Finally it was getting really late. Mike said his goodbyes, thanked Paula for making it a most enjoyable evening and went off to the bar with one of the other left over stragglers. She came over and sat on my lap and bent down and gave me one hell of a kiss. "Are you ready to call it a night?"

"Indeed I am. Lets go."

I took her hand and we went to the lobby. The elevator took forever and she put her arms around me and nuzzled my neck. The doors opened and we slipped inside. We were the only ones in the elevator and had few floors to ride. I spun her around and pined her against the wall as I kissed her. My hand slid up the slit in her dress, past the top of the black thigh high stockings she had on. She let out a stifled moan as my hand cupped her ass cheek. I quickly slid a finger around to her front and slid it between her legs.

She moaned a little louder this time as I slid my finger ever so gently along the slit between her legs and parted her lips. She was incredibly wet and there was no resistance at all. She was practically humping my fingers. The door opened and I jerked my hand away like some kid caught in the candy jar, or some kid caught looking at his dad's playboy. She gave a little whimper as if she was very disappointed.

I took her hand and led her down the hall to our room. I was fumbling with the damn plastic key card as she ran her hands all over my back.

"Hurry up or I'll have to do you in the hall" she jokingly snapped. "I need to feel you in me."

"Damn card."

"Someone's had too much to drink." It was Mike; he'd just got off the elevator and was walking past us to his room.

Fuck you I thought to myself. I'm going to get what you can only dream about. There, the card was in. The door was opening. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Paula grabbed the doorframe and I stopped dead. She pulled me back to the door and stuck her head out and yelled.

"Mike, come here a minute."

My heart leapt and my mouth suddenly was very dry. What the hell was she doing? Mike came back to the door and I felt this pit in my stomach. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"Come in," and she closed the door.

Mike looked at me like, "What the fuck?"

I looked back as if to say, "Don't ask me."

She pulled off my jacket and led me over to the couch. "Sit down, and don't move."

I sat.

She led Mike over to the king bed and told him, "Don't move." Then she reached up and pulled the pins from her hair and let her shoulder length locks fall free. Mike looked at me again but I could offer no help. Paula continued, "This has always been my husband's fantasy; I think he deserves to have it."

Mike still looked totally lost. She reached up behind her neck and unsnapped the halter-top of the dress. I watched the top fall forward, her small breasts free, her nipples very hard. She slid the sheath over her hips and the wisp of material we had called a dress lay at her feet. She was standing in front of him wearing her thigh high stockings, heels, and the pearls. I'm not sure I could have stood up if I wanted to.

She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. My heart was racing. If I'd been a few years older I'd probably have had a heart attack. Her hands went to his belt and tugged at the leather strap releasing it. I could see the reflection of the ten-year anniversary band on her finger as she unzipped his pants.

Mike obviously knew what was coming next as he stood there with his eyes transfixed on my pretty white wife kneeling in front of him. His pants slid down to his ankles and his cock sprung free. He wasn't hung like a horse or anything, but he was obviously, very, very aroused. I don't think he could have gotten any harder and I could see the veins sticking out from where I was sitting. It was very black and the head was round like a small plum.

Paula looked over her shoulder at me, flipped her hair off to the side so I could see her face and turned back to the side. Her tongue slid out and began to slowly lick him. Mike let out a low guttural moan as she teased him and played with him. I wondered how long it had been since he'd had any. She kissed him straight on the head and pulled back slowly, a thin line of precum spinning a thread between them. His hand went back behind her head and entwined in her hair.

She put his hand back on his hips and told him, "Leave them where they are or I'm done."

You wouldn't have had to tell me twice. She opened her mouth and I slowly watched him disappeared between her lips. Her head slid back and forth in his lap and I knew he was really enjoying it. What I'd never expected was how much I was enjoying it. I could feel myself leaking on the inside of my pants as I watched my wife give the best blowjob of her life to someone else. A black someone else.

Suddenly Mike stuttered, "S-shit!" And Paula jerked her head back. A much thicker strand of white linked her tongue to his cock. The thread broke and lay on her chin. She licked the gob off the end of his cock, then her finger scooped up the remnants on her chin and licked her fingers clean.

"You almost lost it all there," she said as she stood up. "I have other plans." She slid her hand across his chest and slid his jacket down and let it fall to the floor. His tie followed and his shirt was right behind. Well, I thought to my self. This isn't going to end with a simple blowjob.

Mike was now naked in front of Paula. He was hanging at half-mast.

"It may be his fantasy but there is no reason we can't enjoy it," she said as she pushed him back on the bed. Now he was starting to stiffen back up as he realized what was next. I swallowed hard as she kicked off her shoes and slid up him with one thigh on each side of his waist. From my angle I could see the tip of his cock inches from her opening, the hair around her just ever so slightly visible.

"Do I need a condom?" Mike asked.

Shit, my heart leapt again. I'd been fixed after our third kid. We didn't have to use birth control. As she rotated her head slowly in a circle she just barely whispered. "No, it should be ok."

"SHOULD BE OK! I thought to my self "SHOULD BE..."

Then it was too late. Slowly she parted her legs wider and wider, sliding herself lower and lower, the tip of him coming closer and closer until her head shot back like she'd been shocked when his black head slid between her soaking lips and disappeared, inside her. She stopped for a moment, then she slid her ass slowly forward and back running the head of his cock back and forth against her opening.

Then without warning she pushed her thighs as wide apart as she could get them and he slid all the way down his cock. The room was deathly silent for a minute. You could probably hear my heart beating. I could hear Paula's short deep breaths as she adjusted to the first cock other than mine in many, many years.

Mike's hands slid around to hold her ass as she began to ride faster and faster. On each thrust she would raise herself up so that just the tip stayed inside and then she'd ride it back down. His hands alternated between her breasts and her ass. I was entranced by the contrast of their skin. His strong black hands against her smooth white skin. I was being made a cuckold and I was enjoying it. No, I did love it.

She threw one leg over him and flipped herself over so that she was on the bed on all fours facing me, her hair hanging down over her face. Her ass raised and her legs spread open.

"I want to feel you from behind," she begged.

Mike rolled over and used one hand to guide his cock back into her warm receptive insides. The other played with her hair as he began to fuck her harder and harder. She looked up at me, her face turning red, perspiration giving a damp sheen to her body. I knew she was close. She looked at me again and smiled as she began to cum.

Her back arched, then sank, her hands gripped the bed cover as tight as she could. "Oh, yeah," escaped her lips as she twitched again and again.

Mike didn't let up and she gasped for breath. He stopped and flipped her around back on to her back, her head at the top of the bed. He kneeled between her legs, his balls hanging down between his legs as he lowered himself once more into her. She moaned as she had never moaned for me as he slid deep inside her. She raised her nylon covered thighs up to her chest, taking him as deep as she could.

His black cock disappeared in her over and over. Each time it withdrew I could see it slathered in her juices. She was wiggling her ass under him, grinding her clit against him. I knew she was enjoying having his balls pounding against the crack of her ass. Her back arched and she began to come again, reaching up and grabbing his head, pulling their lips together, kissing deeply as she came on his cock.

Mike broke the kiss and pulled her hands above her head, their fingers intertwined, black in white, as if to keep her from getting away. I don't believe she wanted to be anywhere else. He had to be close. His back began to tense and his face became very intense. His balls tightened close to his body and every muscle in his lean muscular black body tensed for a brief second before they suddenly relaxed.

I knew he was shooting his cum deep into my wife and if it was anything like when I've held back so long, it was shooting hard. Paula quietly moaned as he pulsed again and again. I could see white fluid oozing out around him as he filled her more than she could hold. I certainly did hope she was right about her time of the month because if she was wrong there were billions of little guys swimming inside her now. I imaged his fertile black sperm triumphantly moving up her tubes seeking to make my cuckoldry complete.

They rested in each other's arms; each breathing hard as they slowly recovered their energy. Mike finally rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed. Paula's heels were nestled up next to her ass and her thighs lay open. It was quite a sight. His cum was slowly draining down the crack of her ass and making a sizeable puddle on the bed. Her pubic hair was matted and wet. Her chest slowly raising and lowering with each breathe.

Mike looked at me then quickly slid on his pants, grabbed his jacket and shoes and quietly left. Paula sat up supporting herself on her elbows as she looked over at me. I stood up hoping she wouldn't see the stain on my own pants where I'd come at least twice just sitting there on the couch. I moved to the foot of the bed between her legs and gently kissed her knees. Then I began to kiss the inside of her thighs.

"Please don't do that, I'm a mess," she pleaded.

"It's my fantasy, you said so at the beginning." With that I lowered myself down between her legs. I could smell their coupling only inches from my face. I don't think I'll ever forget that scent. She continued to ooze him from deep inside her. My tongue traced the edge of her thigh and when I made contact with her lips, she whimpered a small moan. I traced my tongue down to the bottom of her opening and tasted their juices.

He tasted a little different than I expected. I'd tasted myself down there before, but this was different. His cum was muskier, thicker, but then again, he hadn't been fixed, his cum was alive.

I began to lick her faster and harder. Her hands slid down and held her lips open wider. She spread her legs open. She began to tense once more. As he exploded her muscles squeezed even more of him out on to my tongue. I swallowed and licked. She collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, spent.

I kneeled up and wiped the residue on my sMikeve, kicked off my clothes and slid in where someone else had been only minutes before. She held softly as I slid inside. She felt wet, and very loose. I couldn't last more than a few strokes as I filled her with what I had left. She leaned over, kissed me, and put her head on my chest. She was asMikep in a matter of seconds.

As I lay there contemplating the whole night I realized that I was indeed the luckiest guy in the world.

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