My wife, Vicki, and I have been married three years now and we have a great relationship. We both have good jobs, a good home, and we trust and understand each other completely. But you learn something new everyday...
We moved into the neighborhood just over two years ago, as my company offered a large promotion, but it meant a transfer to go with it. Vicki was all for it as we had not gotten a place yet to truly call our own, and this was the perfect opportunity.
Since we moved in we've met other acquaintances, two couples in particular. We have become very good friends with these couples, to the point that the six of us spend most of our social time in each others company (most of the time the guys get together and/or the girls get together). Us guys will get together for golf, football Sundays, or poker night; the girls will go out shopping or a night on the town. We've also gotten together many times for parties or backyard barbeques and such.
I especially enjoy the times that we can get together as couples. Why? Because all three women are gorgeous! OK, I truly enjoy and value everyone's friendship, but being able to look at and flirt with these women are a definite added bonus. Don't misunderstand me though, I would not cheat on my wife, but c'mon, every red-blooded guy has that 'other women' fantasy, right?
Let me back up a little. Vicki is a beautiful woman; Blonde shoulder length hair, deep green eyes, and a killer body. She stands 5'4", 115 lbs and a nice D cup chest. Trust me, my sex life is not disappointing. We've talked about our fantasies, and discovered that we each fancy the idea of our own threesome with two persons of the opposite sex, but we also agreed to leave them as just fantasies so as to not jeopardize our relationship.
Mike and Lexi is one of those other couples. Lexi is a tall (5'10") brunette with wavy hair that hangs to the middle of her back. Though her tits are smaller, she has a great ass, but I think it's her dark brown eyes and full, red lips that I find myself fantasizing about wrapped around my...
Oh, sorry, back to the story. Jim and Melissa is the other couple. Melissa is a tanned athletic blonde with deep blue mesmerizing eyes. She's always wearing tight fitting clothing that shows off her assets, proving that her hot little body is as hot as her looks. Oh, how many times I've dreamed of having her lying naked underneath me...
Anyway, Vicki had gone shopping with the girls. You know, that 'Day after Thanksgiving' madhouse event that all women go nuts over? She came home from her day, exhausted. I made us some dinner, then later she brought it up. She and the girls had an idea. Why not the six of us get together for a Christmas party? Even though I thought it was a good idea, I was informed of the details before we could even discuss it. Turns out that the girls decided on it and had it somewhat planned before any of their guys had a say in it.
Who was I to argue?
The party was planned for New Year's Eve at Jim and Melissa's place. Vicki and I spent Christmas Day and the day after at her folks, but Vicki spent many hours at Jim and Melissa's in the couple weeks leading up to the party. This was, in my observation, to be a bigger event than a simple evening get-together.
The day of the party arrived. All day long Vicki had been acting kind of weird; I could tell she was up to something, something out of the ordinary. She would give me 'glances'-just quick little looks to see if I was paying attention to what she was doing. She was also especially playful; she, on many occasions throughout the day, would come up to me and kiss me deeply, aggressively, and rub my dick through my pants, then quickly pull away and walk away when I tried to get my hands 'busy'. This is not uncommon, really, but she did it more frequently and more aggressively than usual. And the fact that she'd be denying me sex for the past week made me somewhat wonder what she was up to. She even prepared herself for the party in a different room than me. Although it wasn't formal dress of any kind, she did pretty herself up extra special; more than needed for just the jeans and sweater that she was in.
The party was to start at 7:00pm. We arrived at Jim and Melissa's at right on time. Jim led us in the front door; Melissa was nowhere to be seen. Jim took our coats and gifts, then led us directly to the dinner table as dinner was just about ready. Mike and Lexi were already seated at the table. Lexi, as well as Melissa (she appeared as she served dinner), were looking extra beautiful tonight, just as Vicki was...
We all enjoyed our dinner and shared some small talk. When we were all finished everyone helped in clearing the table, then Melissa announced that it's time to start the party and escorted everyone to the basement.
From being in their home many times before we knew that their full size finished basement was more of a recreation room than anything else. As I went down the steps I could tell that something extra special was set up down here. I entered the room and was amazed at how it was decorated. The stairs entered the basement in the center, but against a wall. On the left side of the room a dance floor had been assembled, equipped with streamers of silver, that hanging mirrored ball, and many lowly-lit lights. There is a small spare bedroom just off the corner in this end of the room. The right side was more conservative, decorated of a more romantic, subtle Christmas theme. Two couches put to an 'L' shape, facing a small decorated tree, and a few scattered decorations on the walls.
Holiday music was quietly playing throughout the room (they had a sound system installed in the walls). There was a small wet bar tucked partially under the stairs.
The girls took their respective partners and led them immediately to the dance floor. It was all slow-dancing music playing as Vicki put her arms around me and pressed herself into me. We danced to a couple of songs, and then Vicki looked up. "We're under mistletoe" she whispered. I looked up too, and sure enough, there it was. There were no more words spoken at that moment, I just looked deeply into her eyes then kissed her--it began softly, but quickly became much more aggressive. I could feel her squeezing me, pressing her breasts into me, trying to merge her body into mine.
But it all ended too quickly. We were interrupted by Melissa. "Sorry to interrupt, but may I cut in?" she asked. Vicki and I looked at each other, briefly, and then she winked at me.