New Year's Eve (Part 2)
story by HongKongFooey
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 cunt.”
I left with Leena, guiding her to our car.
Leena swayed slightly as we walked to the car. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, the sound muted in the damp air. I could hear the party going on behind us.
I got to the car and opened the passenger door for her. I hadn’t said a word since
I’d taken her away from Eric. She flopped into her seat and I slammed the door.
I walked round to the driver’s side, opened the door and got in.
“What’s the matter with you?” Leena asked as I fumbled with the keys.
“Isn’t it obvious? What were you doing with Eric?”
“Nothing!” Leena protested. “We were just talking!”
“You looked pretty fucking friendly to me. Do you have a sore leg or something? That why he was rubbing it?”
Leena said nothing for a while and then, “Jason… Look…”
“Look, just fucking shut up will you?”
She did just that, keeping quiet until we pulled into our driveway. I seethed inside, unsure of myself. I hated the thought of my wife with another man but was strangely turned on by it. I kept thinking about his hand rubbing her leg, moving slowly up her skirt to feel her pantyhosed pussy. I thought of her kissing him, rubbing his cock slowly then faster as they both got worked up. Leena interrupted my thoughts.
“Jason, I’m really sorry. I… I just couldn’t help myself. It was the drink and the party and…”
“You don’t have any excuse,” I said. “You can’t say anything that can justify it. What did you two get up to? What did you do?”
“Oh Jason, c’mon. I don’t want to….”
“But I fucking do!” I roared. “I want to hear!”
She flinched in her seat and stared at me. Tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Not here. Let’s go inside,” she said.
I got out of the car and followed her into the house. Although upset, the effects of the alcohol were still apparent on her; she fumbled with her keys, dropping them before getting the door open.
We sat down on the couch, the same couch on which we’d fooled around only a few hours earlier. Leena was silent, looking at her feet. Despite how pissed off I was, I couldn’t help ogling her black nylon-clad legs, admiring them as they tapered down to her heels.
I couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“Well?” I asked.
I didn’t think she was going to answer. I was about to reach over and shake her
when she said “When we split up at the party I went to talk to Emily and her husband.
We chatted for a bit when Ronnie came by with Eric and his friend Julia. I thought
they were married at first but Eric didn’t waste any time before telling us that
they were just friends. Emily and her husband, Rob I think his name is, moved
on to talk to another couple I don’t know. That left Eric, Julia and me together.
We talked for a long time about lots of different stuff, the usual kind of thing
you talk about at parties. After a while, Eric started making little sexual jokes,
pretty innocent at first but getting more risqué the longer we talked. Julia spotted
someone she works with and went to talk to her, leaving Eric and me together.
“We talked for a bit longer and Eric got me to try a couple of different drinks.
One of them was a long vodka, which I liked a lot. I didn’t realize how strong
they are and threw them back quickly. He suggested we go outside for a breath
of air and I agreed.
“Once outside, we started chatting again. He complimented me on my outfit, telling
me my legs looked sexy. He outright asked if I was wearing anything under my dress.
I just laughed him off but enjoyed the attention. We talked for a bit longer then
he told me that I had a run in my hose and squatted down to point it out. Of course
there was no run; he just wanted to rub his hand on my leg. I stood there, looking
down at him running his hands up and down my calf. They moved further up under
my skirt until he was rubbing my ass. I swear Jason I was going to stop him but
he moved his other hand up to cup my pussy. I could feel his finger probe at me
through my nylons, pushing its way into me. I couldn’t help myself from getting
wet at his touch, it felt so good.
“I felt him breathing into my ear. He pushed me behind that little shed in the
back yard, up against the neighbor’s fence. In my ear he told me to take out his
cock. I reached down and unzipped him, taking his cock in my hand. As I started
to play with him, I felt him pull my dress up to my waist. He kissed me and I
kissed him back. He started to moan as I played with his cock. Then he pulled
back suddenly, placed his hands quickly onto my shoulders and pushed me down.
I didn’t want to tear my pantyhose so I squatted, rather than knelt like he wanted.
He took his cock in his hand and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked him hard. Oh
Jason, I liked it. I liked it”
She began to sob again. I grabbed her by the shoulders and said raggedly, “Then what happened?”
“He held my head in his hands and pushed his cock down my throat. I nearly gagged but kept sucking him. He started calling me a “fucking slut”, pumping his cock into my face.”
“And what did you do?” I asked.
“I couldn’t resist it. I reached around and pushed my finger up his ass. That
set him off. He started fucking my mouth harder than ever. He loved that finger
up his backside. I began to wiggle it around. It was too much for him. He pumped
his load down my throat. I swallowed it all.
“When he was done I stood up and looked him in the face. He grinned at me and
buckled his pants. As we walked out from behind the shed he slapped my ass and
said that we should get another drink. We went back inside and I left him in the
kitchen. I talked to Emma for a while then saw that couple from along the street.
I spoke to them for a bit and then Eric came by. I asked him where Julia had gone
and he said that she wasn’t feeling well and had left. I didn’t want to talk to
him any more but he took me by the elbow and walked me to the back door again.
I didn’t want to make a scene so I followed him outside. He took me behind the
shed again and then started kissing me. He was pushing himself up against me,
pushing his hardon into my belly. He turned me round, lifted my skirt and pulled
my pantyhose down to my knees. I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers,
then I felt his cock press between the cheeks of my ass. I heard another noise
and looked up in alarm. I saw Emma standing there, watching us. She said that
she’d seen the two of us leave earlier and then come back in together and wondered
where we’d gone this time. I started to talk but she told me to shut up. She walked
up to me and grabbed me by the throat. She looked at Eric for a while then she
kissed him hard. He loved it. Her hand moved to his cock and she started beating
him off. She broke the kiss and looked at me again.
The next thing I knew she started kissing me. I felt her tongue in my mouth and
then her hand down at my pussy. She pushed a finger into me and I gasped.
“She pulled away from me and said to Eric that she’d help him give me a good “seeing-to”.
She took his cock and guided it into me. He started fucking me hard, me facing
away from him toward the fence with Emma kissing him and grabbing at my tits.
Eric fucked me for a while then grunted loudly, pushing his load into me. Emma
laughed at me pulling up my nylons, flustered. I begged her not to tell you and
she said that it’d be our secret. We all went back into the party together.
That was just before Big Ben chimed. I felt so guilty that I wanted to make it up to you. I thought that if I made you horny enough we’d leave and I wouldn’t have to deal with Eric anymore. Then you left for a while and he came by and took me back into the party. I still didn’t want to make a scene so I sat with him.”
She looked me straight in the eye, raising her gaze from her feet where it had gone during her speech.
“Jason, I’m really sorry. I love you. If I could take it back now I would. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I really will.”
I looked at her, not saying anything. I had a boiling hardon and, even although I was furious at her, even although I was no better than she was, worse in fact, I desperately wanted to fuck her.
“Stand up,” I said.
“What? Jason…”
“STAND UP!” I commanded. She complied.
“Now lift up your dress.”
She lifted her dress and I had her spread her legs slightly. I saw what I was looking for. Her nylons were stained with cum that had leaked from her pussy. The sight threw me over the edge.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” I said.
I marched her behind the couch and bent her over it. I lifted her skirt again and put a hole in her black pantyhose over her ass. Leena had never let me fuck her in the ass before and my earlier encounter with Emma had given me a taste for it. I’d wanted her ass for a long time and I was damned sure I was going to get it tonight.
I pushed my cock toward her anus. She tensed, sensing what I wanted to do.
“Just take it Leena. Take what’s coming to you,” I breathed in her ear.
“Jason,” she whimpered.
I pushed my cock into her unwilling ass, feeling initial resistance. I pulled
back and pushed again, looking down at her pantyhosed backside with my rigid cock
half buried in it. I pushed again and got in to the hilt. Leena grunted with effort
as I fucked her.
I looked down at her pantyhose encased butt and legs. She still had her high heels on but was standing on tiptoe, her heels out of her shoes. I pushed into her again and felt myself boil. One last thrust was all it took to spew my load up her ass. I held the position for a while, marveling that at last I had butt-fucked Leena, still thinking about her sucking Eric and kissing Emma.
I pulled out of her and guided her back to the front of the couch. I kicked off my pants and underwear and sat down. Leena made to sit next to me but I pushed her down on her knees in front of me. I pulled my knees up, exposing my asshole. Leena just looked at me, puzzled. I’d had Emma do something else that I’d really liked. Leena was going to do the same.
“Lick my ass,” I said to her.
She just looked at me.
“Lick me!” I told her.
I watched her as she moved toward me and bent her head. I felt her tongue probe my butthole and gasped, rearing my head back to look at the ceiling. Not for long though; I wanted to see her in this position. As I looked down at her, I caught a glimpse at the mirror over the fireplace. The way it was angled was perfect for me to see her from behind, on all fours, licking my ass. Her dress had ridden up and I could see cum dribbling from her ass onto her nylons. Her shoes had come off and I could see her pantyhosed feet. I watched her for while, my cock long since hard, until I felt that I could cum again. I pulled away from her.
“Get up,” I said. “Lie on the couch.”
She did so and I had her lie face up with her head dangling backwards off the
arm. I reached over and pulled up her dress again, giving me a perfect view of
her pantyhosed pussy and feet. I squatted down, pushed my cock in her mouth and
began fucking her face. She gagged immediately, so deep was my cock in her throat.
I pulled out a bit to let her recover then plunged in again. I fucked her like
this for only a few minutes before I began to cum. I pulled out and fired my cum
over her dress and onto her nyloned pussy and upper thighs. When I was done, I
took a couple of steps backward and looked down at her, covered in cum. She got
up slowly and half smiled at me, still looking for forgiveness.
After what I’d done that night to Emma and to her, I couldn’t hold a grudge. But I would pay Emma a visit again to hold her accountable for lying to me about what happened earlier in the night.
Story posted by HongKongFooey
on Tuesday, April 04, 2006 @ 06:04:33 PDT
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