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08/10/2009
Hi, Dan here, again.
After last year’s five day Thanksgiving weekend (see “Thanksgiving”), Vicky seemed more subdued throughout the Christmas season. We still went out on weekends, but usually to D.C.’s with our friends. Vicky still wore short skirts, semi-sheer blouses, no panties, and no bra when we went out, but she didn’t seem interested in picking up strange men to fuck. With the semi-sheer and cropped blouses she wore, everyone could see the chains running between her piercings. Some even commented on them. Vicky just told them she decided on a “new look”.
Being subdued isn’t her normal personality, but it was Christmastime. And as unbelievable as it seems, Vicky could be a normal, conservative woman during Christmas. She even bakes: cookies, cakes, and especially pies. She seems to be a different woman during most of December, compared to the wild, erotic, sexy woman she is the rest of the year.
Now don’t get me wrong. She still had her moments. On the Friday before Christmas, she was playing pool at D.C.’s in a short denim skirt and no panties. Needless to say, guys were lined up to watch her take her shots…while they took theirs. She loves to show off her shaved pussy and that night wasn’t an exception. When we got home, she was horny as hell. She told me to get into bed and “get it hard, husband”, while she went into the bathroom to get ready. When she came out, she had replaced the rings in her pierced nipples with little silver bells. Once she was wet, which was almost immediately, she climbed on top of me, shoving my hard cock (hey, I do what my wife tells me to do!) completely up into her pussy. Then she started riding me like a bull at a rodeo. And those damned bells rang like sleigh bells. If she wasn’t such a good fuck, I might have started laughing. But I was so engrossed in her fucking me that I laid there on my back, arching my body as high into the air as I could, while she rocked back and forth on my cock, ringing away. By the time I came it sounded like a Christmas cantata in our bedroom. Yes, I am a lucky man!
But most of the holiday period was, for Vicky, rather unremarkable. She even told me that Joey from the city called once, but she let it go to voice mail and did not call him back. However, I could tell Vicky was excited about the New Year’s Eve costume party Tom and Cindy invited us to. First, if you remember, New Year’s Day is Vicky’s birthday. This was to be her 29th birthday, so she saw the New Year’s Eve party as part New Year’s celebration and a lot Vicky celebration.
Cindy had called everyone to confirm that they were coming to the party and to let us know that she really wanted this to be a “sex-themed” costume party. She wanted the costumes to be either extremely sexy or to be a costume about sex, such as a hooker or pimp.
Vicky and I talked about what we were going to dress up as. I decided to be a BDSM dominant torturer, like the character “Machine” in Nicolas Cage’s movie, “8mm”. I’d cover my head and the top half of my face with a black mask. I’d leave my torso bare (had to spend some time at the gym, just to be sure I could pull that off without completely embarrassing myself) and wear tight black spandex pants. I’d finish off my outfit with black motorcycle boots and a small “cat-o-nine-tails” whip, both of which I already own (don’t ask).
Vicky was being rather mysterious about her outfit. She’d just smile and say, “Call me ‘Queen of the Nile’’. I knew that meant Cleopatra, but she’d never give me any details of what her costume would look like. All she’d say was, “Everyone will notice.” That excited me and scared me at the same time.
Vicky and I traditionally exchange personal gifts on Christmas Eve. Besides normal things like sweaters, ties, and monogrammed silk handkerchiefs, Vicky also bought me a gold penis ring and a gift certificate from a body piercing parlor in town. I’d have to think about that last one for a while.
I gave her a new gold necklace and a diamond tennis bracelet. She used to have one, but before she met me, she and an old boyfriend got into a fight and it was broken and half of it was lost. She always missed that diamond bracelet, so I bought her a new one, with a Hell of a lot more diamonds, of course.
I also bought her a couple of very short, very tight leather skirts, one black and one red that she’d never be able to wear to her mother’s on Christmas Day. And I took that old broken tennis bracelet to a jeweler and had it finished off with locking hooks on both ends. I gave it to her to wear on the ring pierced just above her clit. The diamonds would now hang down over her pussy, giving her, so I told her, the only diamond studded pussy in the neighborhood. She loved it.
Christmas itself was a quiet family affair at her mother’s house. Her brother and his wife and their kids were there. Vicky wore a conservative red Christmas-y dress that almost reached the top of her knees. However, being Vicky, she still didn’t wear panties or a bra. We had a traditional dinner (turkey, ham, dressing, yams, etc.) and traded gifts with family members, finally going home late in the evening. We were both tired after our day with family and went to bed early.
For the next week, Vicky was shopping for her New Year’s Eve costume, bringing home various small bags and secreting them away in her jewelry armoire, which locked. It was obvious she was not going to let me see this costume until the night of the party. I waited, not very patiently, and wondered what original, unusual, and sexy costume my wife was planning.
Early New Year’s Eve, I was banned to the living room with all the accoutrements for my costume. Vicky literally locked herself in the bedroom for nearly two hours getting ready. Finally she called out, “Are you ready for the ‘Queen of the Nile’?” I told her I was and stood up as she unlocked the door.
She stepped into the living room and I was totally caught off guard. Vicky had outdone herself again. She stood in front of me with her hair dyed black and pulled up on top of her head. She had a large gold tiara in her hair. Gold sparkles were sprinkled throughout her now dark hair. Her eyes were similar to what she wore that night over Thanksgiving weekend, only gold in color. She had sparkling gold eye shadow and gold eye brow liner. Around her eyes, she had dark gold body paint that extended her eyes to a point all the way back to her hairline near the front of her ears, and large black eyelashes. Gold sparkles were sparsely sprinkled across her face and chin. Her lipstick was a shiny gold color that looked like gold leaf gilding.
But the real surprise was her body. First, from her upper neck down to her feet, she was covered in dark gold body paint. Flecks of gold sparkles were lightly scattered over her whole body. She now had new gold chains between her nipples and from each nipple down to the ring in her navel. Each nipple was covered by a bright gold star that snapped into her nipple ring. Two new long chains ran up from her nipples over her shoulders and down her back to a large two inch gold ring just above her ass crack. Another chain dropped from her navel ring to a large gold ring hanging just above her clit. Between the ring above her clit and the ring above her ass crack, a series of 5 small chains ran under her crotch, loosely covering her shaved, golden pussy…sort of. The costume was completed with bright gold “slave sandals” with thin straps that wrapped around her lower leg all the way up to her knees and bright gold toe nail polish.
Vicky stretched her arms out to the side and did a slow 360 degree turn to model her costume for me. It was breathtaking. My wife was going to the party “dressed” as Cleopatra, without one piece of clothing on. Only the gold stars and the five small chains hanging loosely beneath her crotch kept her from being truly naked – but no one at the party would know the difference. She was right. Everyone would notice her. And they’d remember the New Year’s Eve when Vicky showed up at the party in the nude. I couldn’t wait to watch their reaction. My cock was hard and quite visible through my black spandex leotards…I mean, stretch pants.
She had a small gold satchel with a strap that she wrapped around her left wrist. This was to be her purse for the night and contained small amounts of all her makeup so she could touch herself up throughout the night. It was cold out that night, but since we only had to walk across the road to Tom and Cindy’s house, neither of us wore a coat. I got chilly on the short walk, and I knew Vicky must be freezing. I couldn’t see if she had goose bumps in the darkened street, but I thought she must have.
We walked up to the front door. The party started at nine and it was already quarter to ten. There was a sign on the door to come on it and go downstairs to the basement “family room”. I decided to go down first. At the bottom of the stairs, Vicky stayed back a few steps while I walked into the basement to “announce” her arrival.
As I stepped off the stairs, Cindy, dressed as a dominatrix, came up to me first, giving me a long, wet kiss, with lots of tongue. She’d been drinking for a while now. She recognized me and asked where Vicky was. I asked her if I could make an announcement to everyone at the party. She looked at me strangely, but then loudly shouted, “Quiet everyone. Please quiet down. Dan has an announcement to make.”
All conversation stopped and everyone looked towards me. I stepped away from the stairs, pulled up my best Charlton Heston voice and announced loudly, “Lords and ladies, gentlemen and slaves, pimps, madams, and ladies of the night, I announce the arrival of the royal guest, Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile.” With that, Vicky stepped off the stairs and onto the basement floor, facing everyone at the party.
The silence that Cindy had ordered remained. There were a couple of audible gasps, then Tom, the ultimate gentleman, dressed as the Marquis de Sade, stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Vicky, kissed her hand and said, “Your Majesty, my Queen, I welcome you to my humble abode.”
With that, all Hell broke loose. There were cheers, whistles, and applause. Vicky was glowing – both figuratively and literally in her gold paint. More men came forward to kneel down in front of her. Of course, I realized that as they knelt they could likely see her pussy between the chains covering her crotch, but what the Hell. Women walked up and kissed her on the cheek, almost every one of them saying something like, “God, I wish I had the courage to dress like that.” Vicky had made her entrance – and no one there would ever forget it. But, of course, the party was just starting.
The couple of hours between the time we arrived and midnight passed quickly as we all danced, drank, and basically strutted our stuff. While Vicky and I danced together a few times, her dance card was full, as each guy there wanted to hold her essentially naked body on the dance floor. While they rubbed up against my wife, I was rubbing up against their wives and girlfriends. More than one woman I danced with ask me to hit her with my small whip, to which I gleefully complied, albeit rather lightly. Since I didn’t know who might actually like a little pain and who was just being playful, my lashes were just hard enough to provide a light sting across their asses. It was a fun and sensual evening.
Meanwhile, Vicky was getting all the attention she could hope for. As the evening went on, Cindy kept turning off lights, letting the basement room get darker and darker. By midnight, the only light came from the TV and about a half dozen small floating candles scattered across the room. As the last few seconds of 2008 came to an end, Vicky found her way back to me. We all watched the ball drop in Times Square and let out with a cheer at exactly midnight. Cindy had passed out small noise makers and poppers and the basement became a loud echo chamber for all the noise. The stereo started play Auld Lang Syne and the TV was turned off, making the room even darker. Vicky gave me a long, hard kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my throat, while sliding her left hand inside my spandex pants. Needless to say, I got hard quick. Then she removed her hand, leaving me standing there with my cock pushing outward against the spandex as she moved on to kiss everyone else at the party, saying, “I’ll be back, baby.”
Several women came up to kiss me. Since the room was so dark and we had now been drinking heavily for 2 or 3 hours, there was little inhibition left. I know as we kissed, most of the women could feel my hard cock and several of them dropped their hand down to my crouch and rubbed me. At least two of them put their hands inside my pants and stroked my cock. The night was becoming one big blur. One by one my friends’ wives and girlfriends would kiss me, rub my cock a few times, and then move on as another woman took her place. After 15 or 20 times, one of them reached into my pants and gave me a couple of strokes. It was too much. I exploded, cumming on her hand and in my black pants. I couldn’t tell who it was, since she had on a mask and “hooker” costume, but I let my face slide down her neck and into her bosom. She let one of the straps drop off her shoulder and I started sucking her tit. Hey, it was the least I could do for the girl who got my rocks off!
Soon she moved away without covering up her tit. Even in the very dim light, I started to notice that several of the women were now topless or nearly topless, with tits hanging out everywhere. I was wondering what Vicky was up to when she walked up behind me, pushing her nipples into my back. I turned around and saw that she had removed her stars, letting her hard pierced nipples stick out. I slid my fingers over one of the nipples to pinch it a little and realized it was soaking wet. Obviously guys had been sucking on her nipples, too. She gave me another hard kiss, then whispered in my ear, “See you tomorrow morning, husband. I’ve had an offer I can’t refuse.”
I smiled and kissed her again. Then she moved off into the crowd. I didn’t know who made her the offer, but since all of our friends were here, I supposed it was one of them she had been looking forward to fucking.
I moved on around the room, kissing women, sucking the occasional proffered nipple and enjoying myself. I guess this went on for 30 minutes to an hour before I noticed the room starting to thin out. People were starting to leave, especially those who had children and were paying a babysitter. Soon only about 10 or 12 people were left in the basement. As I looked around, I realized that Vicky was not one of them. I wondered if she left with someone…or even one of the couples…or if she was elsewhere in the house fucking some guy’s brains out.
I went to get a beer from the cooler and it was empty. I figured Tom and Cindy probably had more in the refrigerator, so I went up the stairs to the kitchen. A few candles provided all the illumination upstairs, too, until I opened the fridge. Sure enough, the icebox was packed with beer. I grabbed one, closed the door, and turned around. Cindy was standing behind me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me. Her mouth was hot, passionate and full of tongue. She whispered, “Come here,” and led me by the hand out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the back of the house. She opened a door to their spare bedroom and pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. She pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me as she did. “Fuck me,” was all she said. Hell, it was all she had to say.
I pulled the top of her corset down, exposing her white round breasts. I started sucking on her nipples as I roughly pushed her leather corset and black thong down her legs. She had removed her high heel boots sometime before she walked into the kitchen, so I pulled everything off her legs and over her feet. By the time I got that accomplished, she had pulled my black pants down to my boots. Then she sat up, pulled my boots off one at a time and slid my pants off me. Lastly, she pulled my mask up over my face and off my head. We were now both naked. She bent over and started sucking my cock. I pulled her legs around until I could get my tongue in her cunt. We both started licking and sucking as fast as we could. I felt her come two or three times and then I exploded into her mouth. She sucked up all of my cum, then turned around and laid beside me, face to face.
As my breathing came back to normal, I started to feel cold and she pulled up a blanket that was folded on the bottom of the bed. We held each other lightly and silently for several minutes. Finally Cindy said, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.”
“So why didn’t you let me know?” I asked.
“I was afraid you’d reject me. I wasn’t sure if you’d fuck another woman besides Vicky,” she said.
I smiled. “You knew Vicky was fucking other guys.”
“Yes,” she replied, “but I didn’t know if it was just one-sided or not.”
“No,” I said, “it wasn’t just one-sided, although Vicky got a lot more offers than I did.”
She smiled as she said, “Well, Vicky showed every guy in the state what she had. No wonder she got so many offers.”
We lay quietly for a while. I may have dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, Cindy was still beside me and I was horny again. I started to suckle her nipples and she started to stroke my cock. I rubbed her clit and slid several fingers inside of her until she was wet and I was hard. Then I moved on top of her and pushed my cock gently inside her. That was the last gentle thing we did. I started fucking her as fast and hard as I could. I kept it up until I thought my heart would explode. I had to stop to catch my breath, but as soon as I did, Cindy rolled us over and got on top. She started riding my cock, rocking back and forth while screaming my name. Once or twice it came out “Tom”, not “Dan”, but I didn’t care. I would have let her recite the Gettysburg Address if it kept her slamming her cunt against me. Finally, I came. She rolled off me immediately and started sucking my cock, swallowing all the cum I could pump out. I finally ran out of juice and she licked me clean and then slid her body up beside me and pulled up the blanket.
When I woke up, just a little morning light was coming through the drawn curtains. Cindy was still asleep beside me. We were curled up in the “spoon” position. I carefully moved off the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Besides taking a piss, I used some mouthwash I found to get rid of the taste – and I assume the bad breath – of all the alcohol I drank last night. When I went back to the bedroom, Cindy looked up and said “My turn.” Then she walked out to the bathroom, too.
She came back and by the taste of her kiss, she also rinsed her mouth. We slowly started to play with each other, as the sun came up, shining more light into the room. I could see her pale white skin as I kissed the back of her neck. I moved my lips to her ear lobe, licking gently as she started grinding her soft round ass against my groin.
Soon we were both breathing harder and she rolled over to face me. A thought went through my mind. “I wonder where Vicky is this morning.” I guess I said it out loud, because Cindy laughed.
“Didn’t I tell you last night?” she asked. I shook my head.
“She’s in our bedroom with Tom,” she explained. “I’m sorry, I thought I told you. Shortly after midnight, Tom told me he was going to bed. I asked him if he was going alone. Just then Vicky walked up, naked as a jaybird, and said, ‘No, he’s going with me.’ I smiled and let them go. I knew Tom lusted after Vicky for a while. Jesus, ALL the guys in the area lusted after her. She’d play pool half naked. Everyone in the poolroom could see her pussy. And, she really is hot, if I do say so myself. So, I decided to let Tom have his fun…and I’d have mine. When I saw you go upstairs last night, I decided it was time to get you into bed. I hope you liked it as much as I did.”
“Oh, I liked it just fine,” I laughed. “But you sound like it’s the last time. I was kinda’ hoping this was just the first time.”
She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me long and hard, and said, “Oh, this IS just the first time. There will be lots more, trust me.”
With that she reached down and slid my cock into her pussy. We laid on our side fucking each other. I put my left hand on her ass and kept pulling her into me. I also rubbed the bottom edge of her pussy with one of my fingers, getting her and my finger very wet. Then I slowly slipped my wet finger up her asshole, giving her plenty of time to object. She didn’t. I was shoving my cock into her pussy and my finger into her ass. I could feel my cock with my finger. I slid a second finger into her ass. Now I could actually massage my cock through the thin skin that separated her ass from her pussy. I used two fingers to run up and down my cock, jerking off, until I came. It was awesome.
Cindy continued to kiss me until my dick softened and slid out of her. Then she said, “God, I loved that. You can do that anytime you want.”
“Do you like anal sex,” I asked. After all, it wasn’t Vicky’s favorite.
“You can fuck me in the ass anytime you want,” she answered. “I love having my ass played with. In fact, I really like shoving things up my ass. I once shoved a wine bottle up my ass, but I was young, and very drunk, and I’ve never been able to do it again. But I love having my ass filled up.”
I decided that I was going to like fucking Cindy very much. I was thinking about what I could do to her ass as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up later in the morning and Cindy wasn’t in bed beside me. As I lay there quietly, I began to smell bacon frying and coffee perking. I got out of bed and walked naked down the hall to the kitchen. Cindy was standing in front of the stove, also naked, except for a frilly little apron she had on, I assume, to keep the bacon grease from splattering on her bare skin.
“Well, you’re like every other man in the world. Smell a little breakfast and you’re wide awake,” she laughed.
I walked over and kissed her. She poured me a cup of coffee. “Go into the living room, if you like. Tom and Vicky are watching the Rose Parade”, she said.
“But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked,” I replied.
“So are they, silly. Go! Let me finish breakfast.” she said. I smiled and walked into the living room.
Vicky and Tom were laying together on the sofa. Both were naked, save Vicky’s gold rings and the chains between her nipples, naval, and clit. The long chains down her back and the large rings were gone. So were the five small chains that covered her pussy. It was now bare and exposed. Tom was behind Vicky and had an arm draped over her waist, slowly rubbing her pussy. He didn’t stop on my account, but just looked up and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Vicky smiled at me and said, “Hi husband. Have a good night?”
I laughed, “Yes, my night was just fine. How was yours?”
“Awesome,” she replied. Tom leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. As he did, he slipped his finger into her pussy. Vicky arched her back, forcing her crotch towards his hand. She closed her eyes as Tom kissed her. Tom ran his finger in and out of her pussy several times, then slid another finger into her pussy. Vicky started groan and breath heavily. Tom added a third finger, pushing them deep into Vicky’s wet pussy. She wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling his face tight against hers. As she did, she shifted her body so she was flat on her back on the sofa. Tom draped one of his legs over Vicky’s legs and pushed four fingers into her.
While I was watching Vicky get finger fucked, and I was sure shortly to be fist fucked, Cindy walked up behind me and put her arms around me. She had removed the apron and was totally naked. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it as we both watched Tom push his whole hand into Vicky’s pussy. Vicky spread her legs as far apart as she could on the sofa and Tom responded by pumping his fist in and out of her pussy. Cindy moved in front of me, got down on her knees and started to lick my cock and suck on its head. I reached down and put both my hands on the back of Cindy’s head, shoving her head into my crotch and shoving my cock far down her throat, while watching her husband jamming his fist into my wife’s cunt.
After a couple of minutes, it was more than I could take. I desperately wanted to fuck Cindy. I pulled her up to her feet and told her, “I want to fuck you – I want to fuck you in front of them.”
She smiled, took my hands, and led me over to the sofa. She must have taken me literally, as she slowly slid down to the floor in directly front of the sofa and pulled me down on top of her. As she spread her legs, lifting one of them up on top of Tom’s legs on the sofa, I jammed my hard, hot cock into her pussy. As I started fucking her, I felt Vicky’s hand on the back of my head, slowing rubbing me as I fucked our neighbor. I glanced up and saw her watching me, smiling. Her other hand was in Tom’s crotch, rubbing his cock. I also saw that Tom was using his free hand to rub the inside of Cindy’s leg – the one on top of his. I didn’t care. I fucked away, as hard as I could. Finally Cindy called my name as she came. That was all it took. I unloaded into her pussy, taking four or five strokes to empty my cum into her. I heard Vicky come right after her and Tom right after Vicky. All four of us laid there, out of breath, out of energy, and out of cum.
In a few minutes, I got off Cindy and helped her to her feet. Tom and Vicky got up, too. Vicky kissed Tom and told him she really had to get home. That was my cue to walk back to the bedroom with Cindy and get my boots and black spandex pants. I didn’t have much else to wear for the short walk across the road to our house. I went back out to the living room and Vicky had put on her sandals and was holding her small gold bag. That was pretty much all she had, too. Her long chains were draped over her arm. Cindy and Tom walked naked onto their front porch to kiss us goodbye. Then we walked across the road, for everyone to see. The Hell with them!
Vicky and I went into the house and straight to the bedroom. After a few minutes warming up from the cold walk across the road, we started fucking each other like we had never fucked before. Somewhere in the middle of all this I remembered to wish Vicky a happy birthday. That made us both start laughing like maniacs. Then we went back to fucking. I’m not sure I ever did cum – after an hour or so, I just ran out of steam. We both fell asleep until the next morning.
This was just the start of our sexual adventures with Cindy and Tom. Swapping became a regular weekend activity for several months. Some weekday evenings Cindy came over alone and Vicky would go over to their house and spend the night with Tom. Sometimes the four of us went out together; sometimes we went out with the other’s spouse. It was a fun, exciting start to the New Year. And it was only to get more interesting as this year went on. But more on that later.
After last year’s five day Thanksgiving weekend (see “Thanksgiving”), Vicky seemed more subdued throughout the Christmas season. We still went out on weekends, but usually to D.C.’s with our friends. Vicky still wore short skirts, semi-sheer blouses, no panties, and no bra when we went out, but she didn’t seem interested in picking up strange men to fuck. With the semi-sheer and cropped blouses she wore, everyone could see the chains running between her piercings. Some even commented on them. Vicky just told them she decided on a “new look”.
Being subdued isn’t her normal personality, but it was Christmastime. And as unbelievable as it seems, Vicky could be a normal, conservative woman during Christmas. She even bakes: cookies, cakes, and especially pies. She seems to be a different woman during most of December, compared to the wild, erotic, sexy woman she is the rest of the year.
Now don’t get me wrong. She still had her moments. On the Friday before Christmas, she was playing pool at D.C.’s in a short denim skirt and no panties. Needless to say, guys were lined up to watch her take her shots…while they took theirs. She loves to show off her shaved pussy and that night wasn’t an exception. When we got home, she was horny as hell. She told me to get into bed and “get it hard, husband”, while she went into the bathroom to get ready. When she came out, she had replaced the rings in her pierced nipples with little silver bells. Once she was wet, which was almost immediately, she climbed on top of me, shoving my hard cock (hey, I do what my wife tells me to do!) completely up into her pussy. Then she started riding me like a bull at a rodeo. And those damned bells rang like sleigh bells. If she wasn’t such a good fuck, I might have started laughing. But I was so engrossed in her fucking me that I laid there on my back, arching my body as high into the air as I could, while she rocked back and forth on my cock, ringing away. By the time I came it sounded like a Christmas cantata in our bedroom. Yes, I am a lucky man!
But most of the holiday period was, for Vicky, rather unremarkable. She even told me that Joey from the city called once, but she let it go to voice mail and did not call him back. However, I could tell Vicky was excited about the New Year’s Eve costume party Tom and Cindy invited us to. First, if you remember, New Year’s Day is Vicky’s birthday. This was to be her 29th birthday, so she saw the New Year’s Eve party as part New Year’s celebration and a lot Vicky celebration.
Cindy had called everyone to confirm that they were coming to the party and to let us know that she really wanted this to be a “sex-themed” costume party. She wanted the costumes to be either extremely sexy or to be a costume about sex, such as a hooker or pimp.
Vicky and I talked about what we were going to dress up as. I decided to be a BDSM dominant torturer, like the character “Machine” in Nicolas Cage’s movie, “8mm”. I’d cover my head and the top half of my face with a black mask. I’d leave my torso bare (had to spend some time at the gym, just to be sure I could pull that off without completely embarrassing myself) and wear tight black spandex pants. I’d finish off my outfit with black motorcycle boots and a small “cat-o-nine-tails” whip, both of which I already own (don’t ask).
Vicky was being rather mysterious about her outfit. She’d just smile and say, “Call me ‘Queen of the Nile’’. I knew that meant Cleopatra, but she’d never give me any details of what her costume would look like. All she’d say was, “Everyone will notice.” That excited me and scared me at the same time.
Vicky and I traditionally exchange personal gifts on Christmas Eve. Besides normal things like sweaters, ties, and monogrammed silk handkerchiefs, Vicky also bought me a gold penis ring and a gift certificate from a body piercing parlor in town. I’d have to think about that last one for a while.
I gave her a new gold necklace and a diamond tennis bracelet. She used to have one, but before she met me, she and an old boyfriend got into a fight and it was broken and half of it was lost. She always missed that diamond bracelet, so I bought her a new one, with a Hell of a lot more diamonds, of course.
I also bought her a couple of very short, very tight leather skirts, one black and one red that she’d never be able to wear to her mother’s on Christmas Day. And I took that old broken tennis bracelet to a jeweler and had it finished off with locking hooks on both ends. I gave it to her to wear on the ring pierced just above her clit. The diamonds would now hang down over her pussy, giving her, so I told her, the only diamond studded pussy in the neighborhood. She loved it.
Christmas itself was a quiet family affair at her mother’s house. Her brother and his wife and their kids were there. Vicky wore a conservative red Christmas-y dress that almost reached the top of her knees. However, being Vicky, she still didn’t wear panties or a bra. We had a traditional dinner (turkey, ham, dressing, yams, etc.) and traded gifts with family members, finally going home late in the evening. We were both tired after our day with family and went to bed early.
For the next week, Vicky was shopping for her New Year’s Eve costume, bringing home various small bags and secreting them away in her jewelry armoire, which locked. It was obvious she was not going to let me see this costume until the night of the party. I waited, not very patiently, and wondered what original, unusual, and sexy costume my wife was planning.
Early New Year’s Eve, I was banned to the living room with all the accoutrements for my costume. Vicky literally locked herself in the bedroom for nearly two hours getting ready. Finally she called out, “Are you ready for the ‘Queen of the Nile’?” I told her I was and stood up as she unlocked the door.
She stepped into the living room and I was totally caught off guard. Vicky had outdone herself again. She stood in front of me with her hair dyed black and pulled up on top of her head. She had a large gold tiara in her hair. Gold sparkles were sprinkled throughout her now dark hair. Her eyes were similar to what she wore that night over Thanksgiving weekend, only gold in color. She had sparkling gold eye shadow and gold eye brow liner. Around her eyes, she had dark gold body paint that extended her eyes to a point all the way back to her hairline near the front of her ears, and large black eyelashes. Gold sparkles were sparsely sprinkled across her face and chin. Her lipstick was a shiny gold color that looked like gold leaf gilding.
But the real surprise was her body. First, from her upper neck down to her feet, she was covered in dark gold body paint. Flecks of gold sparkles were lightly scattered over her whole body. She now had new gold chains between her nipples and from each nipple down to the ring in her navel. Each nipple was covered by a bright gold star that snapped into her nipple ring. Two new long chains ran up from her nipples over her shoulders and down her back to a large two inch gold ring just above her ass crack. Another chain dropped from her navel ring to a large gold ring hanging just above her clit. Between the ring above her clit and the ring above her ass crack, a series of 5 small chains ran under her crotch, loosely covering her shaved, golden pussy…sort of. The costume was completed with bright gold “slave sandals” with thin straps that wrapped around her lower leg all the way up to her knees and bright gold toe nail polish.
Vicky stretched her arms out to the side and did a slow 360 degree turn to model her costume for me. It was breathtaking. My wife was going to the party “dressed” as Cleopatra, without one piece of clothing on. Only the gold stars and the five small chains hanging loosely beneath her crotch kept her from being truly naked – but no one at the party would know the difference. She was right. Everyone would notice her. And they’d remember the New Year’s Eve when Vicky showed up at the party in the nude. I couldn’t wait to watch their reaction. My cock was hard and quite visible through my black spandex leotards…I mean, stretch pants.
She had a small gold satchel with a strap that she wrapped around her left wrist. This was to be her purse for the night and contained small amounts of all her makeup so she could touch herself up throughout the night. It was cold out that night, but since we only had to walk across the road to Tom and Cindy’s house, neither of us wore a coat. I got chilly on the short walk, and I knew Vicky must be freezing. I couldn’t see if she had goose bumps in the darkened street, but I thought she must have.
We walked up to the front door. The party started at nine and it was already quarter to ten. There was a sign on the door to come on it and go downstairs to the basement “family room”. I decided to go down first. At the bottom of the stairs, Vicky stayed back a few steps while I walked into the basement to “announce” her arrival.
As I stepped off the stairs, Cindy, dressed as a dominatrix, came up to me first, giving me a long, wet kiss, with lots of tongue. She’d been drinking for a while now. She recognized me and asked where Vicky was. I asked her if I could make an announcement to everyone at the party. She looked at me strangely, but then loudly shouted, “Quiet everyone. Please quiet down. Dan has an announcement to make.”
All conversation stopped and everyone looked towards me. I stepped away from the stairs, pulled up my best Charlton Heston voice and announced loudly, “Lords and ladies, gentlemen and slaves, pimps, madams, and ladies of the night, I announce the arrival of the royal guest, Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile.” With that, Vicky stepped off the stairs and onto the basement floor, facing everyone at the party.
The silence that Cindy had ordered remained. There were a couple of audible gasps, then Tom, the ultimate gentleman, dressed as the Marquis de Sade, stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Vicky, kissed her hand and said, “Your Majesty, my Queen, I welcome you to my humble abode.”
With that, all Hell broke loose. There were cheers, whistles, and applause. Vicky was glowing – both figuratively and literally in her gold paint. More men came forward to kneel down in front of her. Of course, I realized that as they knelt they could likely see her pussy between the chains covering her crotch, but what the Hell. Women walked up and kissed her on the cheek, almost every one of them saying something like, “God, I wish I had the courage to dress like that.” Vicky had made her entrance – and no one there would ever forget it. But, of course, the party was just starting.
The couple of hours between the time we arrived and midnight passed quickly as we all danced, drank, and basically strutted our stuff. While Vicky and I danced together a few times, her dance card was full, as each guy there wanted to hold her essentially naked body on the dance floor. While they rubbed up against my wife, I was rubbing up against their wives and girlfriends. More than one woman I danced with ask me to hit her with my small whip, to which I gleefully complied, albeit rather lightly. Since I didn’t know who might actually like a little pain and who was just being playful, my lashes were just hard enough to provide a light sting across their asses. It was a fun and sensual evening.
Meanwhile, Vicky was getting all the attention she could hope for. As the evening went on, Cindy kept turning off lights, letting the basement room get darker and darker. By midnight, the only light came from the TV and about a half dozen small floating candles scattered across the room. As the last few seconds of 2008 came to an end, Vicky found her way back to me. We all watched the ball drop in Times Square and let out with a cheer at exactly midnight. Cindy had passed out small noise makers and poppers and the basement became a loud echo chamber for all the noise. The stereo started play Auld Lang Syne and the TV was turned off, making the room even darker. Vicky gave me a long, hard kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my throat, while sliding her left hand inside my spandex pants. Needless to say, I got hard quick. Then she removed her hand, leaving me standing there with my cock pushing outward against the spandex as she moved on to kiss everyone else at the party, saying, “I’ll be back, baby.”
Several women came up to kiss me. Since the room was so dark and we had now been drinking heavily for 2 or 3 hours, there was little inhibition left. I know as we kissed, most of the women could feel my hard cock and several of them dropped their hand down to my crouch and rubbed me. At least two of them put their hands inside my pants and stroked my cock. The night was becoming one big blur. One by one my friends’ wives and girlfriends would kiss me, rub my cock a few times, and then move on as another woman took her place. After 15 or 20 times, one of them reached into my pants and gave me a couple of strokes. It was too much. I exploded, cumming on her hand and in my black pants. I couldn’t tell who it was, since she had on a mask and “hooker” costume, but I let my face slide down her neck and into her bosom. She let one of the straps drop off her shoulder and I started sucking her tit. Hey, it was the least I could do for the girl who got my rocks off!
Soon she moved away without covering up her tit. Even in the very dim light, I started to notice that several of the women were now topless or nearly topless, with tits hanging out everywhere. I was wondering what Vicky was up to when she walked up behind me, pushing her nipples into my back. I turned around and saw that she had removed her stars, letting her hard pierced nipples stick out. I slid my fingers over one of the nipples to pinch it a little and realized it was soaking wet. Obviously guys had been sucking on her nipples, too. She gave me another hard kiss, then whispered in my ear, “See you tomorrow morning, husband. I’ve had an offer I can’t refuse.”
I smiled and kissed her again. Then she moved off into the crowd. I didn’t know who made her the offer, but since all of our friends were here, I supposed it was one of them she had been looking forward to fucking.
I moved on around the room, kissing women, sucking the occasional proffered nipple and enjoying myself. I guess this went on for 30 minutes to an hour before I noticed the room starting to thin out. People were starting to leave, especially those who had children and were paying a babysitter. Soon only about 10 or 12 people were left in the basement. As I looked around, I realized that Vicky was not one of them. I wondered if she left with someone…or even one of the couples…or if she was elsewhere in the house fucking some guy’s brains out.
I went to get a beer from the cooler and it was empty. I figured Tom and Cindy probably had more in the refrigerator, so I went up the stairs to the kitchen. A few candles provided all the illumination upstairs, too, until I opened the fridge. Sure enough, the icebox was packed with beer. I grabbed one, closed the door, and turned around. Cindy was standing behind me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me. Her mouth was hot, passionate and full of tongue. She whispered, “Come here,” and led me by the hand out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the back of the house. She opened a door to their spare bedroom and pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. She pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me as she did. “Fuck me,” was all she said. Hell, it was all she had to say.
I pulled the top of her corset down, exposing her white round breasts. I started sucking on her nipples as I roughly pushed her leather corset and black thong down her legs. She had removed her high heel boots sometime before she walked into the kitchen, so I pulled everything off her legs and over her feet. By the time I got that accomplished, she had pulled my black pants down to my boots. Then she sat up, pulled my boots off one at a time and slid my pants off me. Lastly, she pulled my mask up over my face and off my head. We were now both naked. She bent over and started sucking my cock. I pulled her legs around until I could get my tongue in her cunt. We both started licking and sucking as fast as we could. I felt her come two or three times and then I exploded into her mouth. She sucked up all of my cum, then turned around and laid beside me, face to face.
As my breathing came back to normal, I started to feel cold and she pulled up a blanket that was folded on the bottom of the bed. We held each other lightly and silently for several minutes. Finally Cindy said, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.”
“So why didn’t you let me know?” I asked.
“I was afraid you’d reject me. I wasn’t sure if you’d fuck another woman besides Vicky,” she said.
I smiled. “You knew Vicky was fucking other guys.”
“Yes,” she replied, “but I didn’t know if it was just one-sided or not.”
“No,” I said, “it wasn’t just one-sided, although Vicky got a lot more offers than I did.”
She smiled as she said, “Well, Vicky showed every guy in the state what she had. No wonder she got so many offers.”
We lay quietly for a while. I may have dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, Cindy was still beside me and I was horny again. I started to suckle her nipples and she started to stroke my cock. I rubbed her clit and slid several fingers inside of her until she was wet and I was hard. Then I moved on top of her and pushed my cock gently inside her. That was the last gentle thing we did. I started fucking her as fast and hard as I could. I kept it up until I thought my heart would explode. I had to stop to catch my breath, but as soon as I did, Cindy rolled us over and got on top. She started riding my cock, rocking back and forth while screaming my name. Once or twice it came out “Tom”, not “Dan”, but I didn’t care. I would have let her recite the Gettysburg Address if it kept her slamming her cunt against me. Finally, I came. She rolled off me immediately and started sucking my cock, swallowing all the cum I could pump out. I finally ran out of juice and she licked me clean and then slid her body up beside me and pulled up the blanket.
When I woke up, just a little morning light was coming through the drawn curtains. Cindy was still asleep beside me. We were curled up in the “spoon” position. I carefully moved off the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Besides taking a piss, I used some mouthwash I found to get rid of the taste – and I assume the bad breath – of all the alcohol I drank last night. When I went back to the bedroom, Cindy looked up and said “My turn.” Then she walked out to the bathroom, too.
She came back and by the taste of her kiss, she also rinsed her mouth. We slowly started to play with each other, as the sun came up, shining more light into the room. I could see her pale white skin as I kissed the back of her neck. I moved my lips to her ear lobe, licking gently as she started grinding her soft round ass against my groin.
Soon we were both breathing harder and she rolled over to face me. A thought went through my mind. “I wonder where Vicky is this morning.” I guess I said it out loud, because Cindy laughed.
“Didn’t I tell you last night?” she asked. I shook my head.
“She’s in our bedroom with Tom,” she explained. “I’m sorry, I thought I told you. Shortly after midnight, Tom told me he was going to bed. I asked him if he was going alone. Just then Vicky walked up, naked as a jaybird, and said, ‘No, he’s going with me.’ I smiled and let them go. I knew Tom lusted after Vicky for a while. Jesus, ALL the guys in the area lusted after her. She’d play pool half naked. Everyone in the poolroom could see her pussy. And, she really is hot, if I do say so myself. So, I decided to let Tom have his fun…and I’d have mine. When I saw you go upstairs last night, I decided it was time to get you into bed. I hope you liked it as much as I did.”
“Oh, I liked it just fine,” I laughed. “But you sound like it’s the last time. I was kinda’ hoping this was just the first time.”
She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me long and hard, and said, “Oh, this IS just the first time. There will be lots more, trust me.”
With that she reached down and slid my cock into her pussy. We laid on our side fucking each other. I put my left hand on her ass and kept pulling her into me. I also rubbed the bottom edge of her pussy with one of my fingers, getting her and my finger very wet. Then I slowly slipped my wet finger up her asshole, giving her plenty of time to object. She didn’t. I was shoving my cock into her pussy and my finger into her ass. I could feel my cock with my finger. I slid a second finger into her ass. Now I could actually massage my cock through the thin skin that separated her ass from her pussy. I used two fingers to run up and down my cock, jerking off, until I came. It was awesome.
Cindy continued to kiss me until my dick softened and slid out of her. Then she said, “God, I loved that. You can do that anytime you want.”
“Do you like anal sex,” I asked. After all, it wasn’t Vicky’s favorite.
“You can fuck me in the ass anytime you want,” she answered. “I love having my ass played with. In fact, I really like shoving things up my ass. I once shoved a wine bottle up my ass, but I was young, and very drunk, and I’ve never been able to do it again. But I love having my ass filled up.”
I decided that I was going to like fucking Cindy very much. I was thinking about what I could do to her ass as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up later in the morning and Cindy wasn’t in bed beside me. As I lay there quietly, I began to smell bacon frying and coffee perking. I got out of bed and walked naked down the hall to the kitchen. Cindy was standing in front of the stove, also naked, except for a frilly little apron she had on, I assume, to keep the bacon grease from splattering on her bare skin.
“Well, you’re like every other man in the world. Smell a little breakfast and you’re wide awake,” she laughed.
I walked over and kissed her. She poured me a cup of coffee. “Go into the living room, if you like. Tom and Vicky are watching the Rose Parade”, she said.
“But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked,” I replied.
“So are they, silly. Go! Let me finish breakfast.” she said. I smiled and walked into the living room.
Vicky and Tom were laying together on the sofa. Both were naked, save Vicky’s gold rings and the chains between her nipples, naval, and clit. The long chains down her back and the large rings were gone. So were the five small chains that covered her pussy. It was now bare and exposed. Tom was behind Vicky and had an arm draped over her waist, slowly rubbing her pussy. He didn’t stop on my account, but just looked up and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Vicky smiled at me and said, “Hi husband. Have a good night?”
I laughed, “Yes, my night was just fine. How was yours?”
“Awesome,” she replied. Tom leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. As he did, he slipped his finger into her pussy. Vicky arched her back, forcing her crotch towards his hand. She closed her eyes as Tom kissed her. Tom ran his finger in and out of her pussy several times, then slid another finger into her pussy. Vicky started groan and breath heavily. Tom added a third finger, pushing them deep into Vicky’s wet pussy. She wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling his face tight against hers. As she did, she shifted her body so she was flat on her back on the sofa. Tom draped one of his legs over Vicky’s legs and pushed four fingers into her.
While I was watching Vicky get finger fucked, and I was sure shortly to be fist fucked, Cindy walked up behind me and put her arms around me. She had removed the apron and was totally naked. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it as we both watched Tom push his whole hand into Vicky’s pussy. Vicky spread her legs as far apart as she could on the sofa and Tom responded by pumping his fist in and out of her pussy. Cindy moved in front of me, got down on her knees and started to lick my cock and suck on its head. I reached down and put both my hands on the back of Cindy’s head, shoving her head into my crotch and shoving my cock far down her throat, while watching her husband jamming his fist into my wife’s cunt.
After a couple of minutes, it was more than I could take. I desperately wanted to fuck Cindy. I pulled her up to her feet and told her, “I want to fuck you – I want to fuck you in front of them.”
She smiled, took my hands, and led me over to the sofa. She must have taken me literally, as she slowly slid down to the floor in directly front of the sofa and pulled me down on top of her. As she spread her legs, lifting one of them up on top of Tom’s legs on the sofa, I jammed my hard, hot cock into her pussy. As I started fucking her, I felt Vicky’s hand on the back of my head, slowing rubbing me as I fucked our neighbor. I glanced up and saw her watching me, smiling. Her other hand was in Tom’s crotch, rubbing his cock. I also saw that Tom was using his free hand to rub the inside of Cindy’s leg – the one on top of his. I didn’t care. I fucked away, as hard as I could. Finally Cindy called my name as she came. That was all it took. I unloaded into her pussy, taking four or five strokes to empty my cum into her. I heard Vicky come right after her and Tom right after Vicky. All four of us laid there, out of breath, out of energy, and out of cum.
In a few minutes, I got off Cindy and helped her to her feet. Tom and Vicky got up, too. Vicky kissed Tom and told him she really had to get home. That was my cue to walk back to the bedroom with Cindy and get my boots and black spandex pants. I didn’t have much else to wear for the short walk across the road to our house. I went back out to the living room and Vicky had put on her sandals and was holding her small gold bag. That was pretty much all she had, too. Her long chains were draped over her arm. Cindy and Tom walked naked onto their front porch to kiss us goodbye. Then we walked across the road, for everyone to see. The Hell with them!
Vicky and I went into the house and straight to the bedroom. After a few minutes warming up from the cold walk across the road, we started fucking each other like we had never fucked before. Somewhere in the middle of all this I remembered to wish Vicky a happy birthday. That made us both start laughing like maniacs. Then we went back to fucking. I’m not sure I ever did cum – after an hour or so, I just ran out of steam. We both fell asleep until the next morning.
This was just the start of our sexual adventures with Cindy and Tom. Swapping became a regular weekend activity for several months. Some weekday evenings Cindy came over alone and Vicky would go over to their house and spend the night with Tom. Sometimes the four of us went out together; sometimes we went out with the other’s spouse. It was a fun, exciting start to the New Year. And it was only to get more interesting as this year went on. But more on that later.
Poster:
Dan
