New Year's Eve (Part 1)
story by HongKongFooey
Ten years ago I got the opportunity to work in England. My wife and I jumped at the chance. We’d always wanted to go there; getting the chance to live there seemed like winning the lottery .
Despite a reputation to the contrary, the English are very friendly and it wasn’t long before I got to know a couple of the guys I worked with, going out for beers after work, attending soccer games and things like that. Leena and I were invited to several parties, all of which were fairly drunken affairs.
One of these parties was a New Year’s bash, put on by my team lead, Ronnie. We’d been to his house a couple of times before, once for dinner and once to watch an FA cup final soccer match. Ronnie was always free with the drinks and on each occasion we’d had to get a cab home. His wife Emma liked a drink too, usually passing out by the end of the night. I’d always though Emma was hot; short, (about 5 feet) with blonde hair and that nice English accent.
This time several other couples from work and a couple of Ronnie’s and Emma’s friends were invited and the evening promised to be good. Leena wore her new black dress she’d bought for the party season. I got an instant hardon as I saw her walk down the stairs, freshly made up with her hair up from her neck. Completing her outfit with sheer black pantyhose and heels, she knew the effect she was having on me.
I couldn’t resist it; I walked up to her and pulled her close, placing my hands on her ass and pulling her into my hard cock. I could feel her dress slide across her pantyhosed ass and used my fingers to pull it up. My suspicions were confirmed. Sheer-to-waist black hose with no panties, guaranteed to drive me crazy. I kissed her, all the while massaging her backside, feeling the softness of the hose as I pushed my cock into her belly.
“My, aren’t you frisky tonight!” she said. “Down boy!”
“You know what an outfit like this does to me,” I said.
“You’ll just have to wait until we get home,” she replied.
I pulled her even closer and nuzzled her neck, knowing that she liked this.
“Mmmmmm…” she murmured. “I guess I could be persuaded.”
I kept kissing her neck, gradually moving my hands to the front of her skirt, lifting it up. I cupped her pussy with my right hand, pulled away slightly and moved my middle finger in small circles on her clit. I could feel her beginning to get wet.
She moved her hand to the front of my pants and pulled down the zip. My belt and pants button were next. She reached inside my underpants and pulled out my cock. I gasped.
We moved to the couch where I pushed her down, lying her on her back. I moved down to her crotch and made a hole in her pantyhose. I began to lick her clit, small movements of my tongue at first, then bigger, occasionally placing the flat of my tongue on her clit, enveloping it. She began to moan softly, then louder as I pushed first one finger, then two, into her cunt. I continued to lick her, simultaneously fucking her with my fingers until she shook in orgasm, her juices flowing into my mouth as she came.
Breathing heavily, she raised her head and pulled me up so I was lying on top of her, my cock at the entrance to her cunt. I began to push in but she pulled away.
“Uh-huh. You’ll have to wait until tonight for that,” she said. She scooted down until she knelt on the floor and I sat on the couch with my legs apart. She moved between them and started playing with my cock. I looked in her eyes as she stared up at me, slowly moving her mouth over my cock. She took the head, then half of the shaft in, all the while staring into my eyes. This drives me wild; the site of my wife, dressed to kill, face made up, looking beautiful with my ugly cock in her mouth, wantonly sucking me. It almost made me come right there. I grasped her head in my hands and moved her face up and down on my penis. I pushed her head down slightly more each time until eventually her nose was buried in my pubic hair on each downward thrust. I looked down to see her pantyhosed legs kneeling on the carpet in front of me and reached over to pull her skirt up a bit more so I could see her ass. I knew I couldn’t last long like this, fucking her face this deep, looking at her gorgeous legs. At one point one of her heels slipped off, letting me see her nylon-clad foot and toes and that was enough. I blew my load deep into her throat, holding her head in my crotch until well after my last contraction. She gagged a little but held the position like a pro. When I released her, she sucked hard as she moved her mouth off of my cock, causing me to jump when finally I popped out. Her little joke.
“That felt like a pint of cum,” she said. “I hope you saved some for when we get home tonight. I want my New Year’s present.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” I replied. “You know how seeing you in hose and heels gets me going.”
“Oh shit!” she said. “These are my last pair and you’ve torn them. We’ll have to stop by a store so I can buy another pair.”
“Why don’t you just keep those ones on?” I asked. “Our little secret.”
“No way. I need new ones,” she insisted.
I tried for a while to get her to keep on the hose she had but she would have none of it. We left soon afterward for Ronnie’s house and stopped by a local Sainsbury’s just long enough for Leena to run in and buy a new pair of pantyhose, or tights as they call them in England. I did get a further treat watching her change into them on the drive to the party but didn’t get any more action.
We arrived at Ronnie’s house half an hour later. The party was in full swing, with the music loud and the drinks flowing freely. As was our custom, Leena and I split up to socialize. I spent a lot of time with Ronnie and didn’t see Leena for quite a while, other than the odd glimpse of her talking with one of Ronnie’s friends and his wife.
After a while, Ronnie announced that it was nearly twelve o’ clock, and turned on the TV to wait for Big Ben to chime. Leena slid up to me, grabbing my ass as she did so. I was surprised to find her quite drunk. Although I’ve seen her get drunk a few times, it was usually at home. At parties like this she was usually responsible, often getting tipsy but not falling-down-drunk; a few more drinks in her tonight and she’d need to be carried home. The thought of it made me horny again. We’ve had some of our dirtiest sex when we were drunk, inhibitions washed away by the alcoholic tide.
Big Ben struck twelve and I enjoyed a really hot kiss from Leena. Her hands moved all over my body. She obviously was too drunk to care what anyone might think. I decided that I needed to “make my excuses and leave”, as the British tabloids so coyly put it, to take advantage of the situation.
I steered Leena into the hall and went to find Ronnie to tell him we were leaving. I was a bit apprehensive, since the party was still roaring but decided I’d play the Americans-can’t-hold-their-drink card. Fortunately, Ronnie was pretty drunk himself and didn’t mind. He cheerfully said goodbye and told me to say goodbye to Emma on my way out. I’d seen Emma go upstairs to the bathroom as I left Leena to find him, so I made my way upstairs.
Emma was just leaving the bathroom as I reached the top of the stairs. She teetered her way toward me on a nice pair of heels, obviously further along than her husband. In fact, she looked about as drunk as Leena. I couldn’t help admiring her tan colored nylons as she walked towards me.
“Oh, you’re leaving?” she pouted after I said goodbye.
“Yes,” I said. “Leena’s pretty drunk and we’re both a bit tired.”
“Oh, I’ll bet she is!” snickered Emma.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You didn’t see her? Eric plied her with drink all night long and gave her a bit of exercise too, I don’t doubt.”
“Eric? Who’s Eric?”
“One of Ronnie’s friends,” she slurred. “Came with a friend of his, that blonde girl. I don’t know her name. He’s a bit of a player, our Eric is.”
I was stunned. Leena had never done anything like this before.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes.” She was all mock-serious now. “But don’t you go holding it against her. It was just a bit of fun. Anyway, how about my goodbye kiss?”
The shock of what she’d said about Leena had made me numb. I leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. The next thing I knew she’d grabbed me and planted her mouth over mine. I felt her tongue force its way into my mouth, felt her hands go straight to my cock. She pulled down my zipper, fished me out and started giving me a hand job on the landing. I couldn’t resist it. I pulled up her skirt to see if she had on pantyhose or stockings, returning her kiss. Pantyhose. I ran my hand across her ass, and got yet another surprise. No panties on this girl either.
“Oooh. Naughty boy,” she said. She pulled me to a bedroom, fumbling at my belt as she did so. I was getting worked up. The thought of a fucking a pantyhosed woman other than my wife was so hot. I felt almost justified, given Emma’s report of Leena’s slutty behavior. I fell on top of her on the bed. She reached up to her waist to pull down her nylons, still kissing me. I stopped her.
“No,” I said. I reached down and tore a hole in them at the crotch.
“Kinky!” she said. “I wonder if your little fucking slut of a wife has a hole in her tights or whether she took them off before fucking Eric? Perhaps she just sucked him off. I’d check for cum stains on her when you get home.”
Her words made me angry. I reared back, glaring at her.
“What’s the matter dear?” she goaded. “All the lead left your pencil?”
I turned her around roughly, so she was face down on the bed. Her skirt had moved down to cover her ass so I pulled it up again, bunching it at her waist.
“Ah! You’ve got some spunk after all!” she said.
I said nothing. I pushed my pants and underpants to my ankles. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this hard. I pulled her blouse up over her arms, forcing them up above her head. I looked down at her tan pantyhosed ass and couldn’t resist it. I plunged my cock into her cunt. She wailed, face pressed into the bed, hands gripping the edge of it, knuckles white. I pulled out completely then placed the tip of my cock at her anus.
“What? No! Not there. I don’t…” she said but it was too late. She grunted as I pushed my rock hard cock up her ass.
“What do you think of my pencil now, Emma?” I asked, pulling back and then pushing in again, looking down at my cock violating her. Her anus pulled back with me, then sank in again as I thrust into her.
“Uugghhh” she grunted again, her grip on the sheets doubling in strength. I continued fucking her ass, enjoying the site of her lying helpless on the bed, a little English slut with a cock up her tan nyloned ass. I fell fully on top of her and rubbed my hands up and down her legs. I knew I could not last much longer. I pulled her blouse down from her head and bent forward to kiss her. I expected resistance but received none. I saw her tear-streaked mascara, just before our mouths clamped together and once again her tongue invaded my mouth. At this point, I was fully embedded in her butt and could hold off no longer. I erupted, what felt like gallons of white hot sperm coating the walls of her abused rectum. I lay on top of her until empty, kissing her tenderly. She returned my kisses softly, whimpering as she did so. I lay like this for another five minutes, savoring my dick in her ass, enjoying what I’d just done. Eventually I pulled out and rearranged myself, ready to go and collect Leena. Emma just lay there. I saw my cum leak from her ass and stain her pantyhose and I started to get hard again.
Again I had an urge I could not resist. I moved to the other side of the bed, so that I stood over Emma’s head. I unzipped myself and lowered my shit and cum covered cock to her face. She looked up at me and saw it lowering toward her. She didn’t resist. I had dominated her; she was mine and she knew it. I placed my cock to her mouth and she sucked it in, without a word. She cleaned my cock by licking and sucking my cum and her own shit from it, completely degraded. I wasn’t long before I got hard again, seeing her like his. Here she was, my friend’s wife, completely subservient to me, sucking my cock after I had just forcibly fucked her in the ass. It was bliss.
I dropped my trousers again and removed them. I had other plans now.
“Move over,” I commanded. Without a word, she did so. I turned her around so she now lay face up and moved one leg over her head, straddling her face, facing away from her, my asshole over her mouth. I sat down slowly.
“Lick me,” I said. Again, without a word, she complied. That first velvet touch of her tongue on my butt was exquisite. She probed my rectum, gently licking around it before finally plunging her tongue up my ass. I grabbed my cock and started beating off, enjoying this further level of dominance. I looked at her nyloned legs and pussy then reached down to remove her shoes. A slight musky odor filled my nostrils, almost masked by the smell of her ass and my own cock. Her toes were beautiful; by the looks of it, she’d recently received a pedicure. As it did earlier in the evening, the sight of pantyhosed toes did it for me. I swung off Emma’s obliging tongue, straddled her again with my cock over her face. I beat off until I erupted, pointing my cock at her face. My first rope landed across her right eye, over her forehead and into her hair. My second landed across her mouth and up her nose. The rest I aimed at her chin and neck. When I’d finished, I wiped my cock on her hair, then moved it down to her mouth again for a final cleaning.
I stood up and, for the last time, rearranged myself. I looked down at her. She was a mess.
“You’re mine now, you fucking bitch,” I hissed. I was shocked at myself. This wasn’t me. I was, up until that point, almost reverent of women but something about Emma really did it for me. Her goading about Leena had put me over the edge.
Emma just whimpered.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Yes…” she said quietly.
“Now go get yourself cleaned up and get back to the party. Hope you enjoyed your goodbye kiss,” I said. I left her there, seeing her from the corner of my eye get up and go to her ensuite bathroom to wash up.
I walked downstairs, looking for Leena. Not surprisingly, she wasn’t where I’d left her. I went into the living room to see her on the couch amidst a throng of people with fucking Eric talking to her. She had her long legs crossed and her head back, giggling at something he’d said. He moved her hand to her thigh and stroked her pantyhosed leg.
I’d had enough. I strode over and stood above them, glowering down.
“C’mon Leena. Time to go home,” I said.
“Man, the party’s just getting started,” said Eric, looking up at me. His hand had melted away from her leg and he had a genuine-seeming friendly look on his face. I leaned closer to him.
“Another word from you and I’ll knock your fucking teeth in,” I breathed.
My expression told him I was serious and not to push his luck. He just watched as I steered Leena to the door, passing Ronnie in the hallway.
“Mate!” he said. “Thought you left half an hour ago.”
“Had to go to the bathroom,” I said.
“Have you seen Emma?” he asked.
“Not recently, but you better watch that fucker Eric. He’s been hanging around her like a fly around shit.”
“Cheers mate,” he said. “I’ll watch the bastard.”
I left with Leena, guiding her to our car.
Story posted by HongKongFooey
on Wednesday, February 01, 2006 @ 14:53:04 PST
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