Neighbors: New Years Eve

Author's Note: the following fictional story involves a married woman deciding to share her husbands with her friends, which includes bondage and pegging. So, if you don't like that sort of story, skip it. Thanks!

Prologue

: I have a tradition of meeting friends out for lunch on New Year's Eve, and this year, I was joined by old friend Jewel and newly met neighbor Leslie. We talked about the past year; the standout event was Jewel losing thirty pounds on her diet, and we congratulated her on her progress.

Jewel: "I'm still striving for another thirty, or at least twenty. I haven't had a date all year. It's like guys are intimidated by a little extra cushion. But soon, they'll be begging to sample my curves."

We laughed, and Leslie confessed that she'd also be alone tonight. Her wife Missy was working - her job kept her working nights and most party-oriented holidays. She told Jewel, "Well, it looks like you're the only one who won't be ringing in the New Year with a dildo for a date."

I chuckled: "I'll trade you, Jewel. At least a dildo would give me an orgasm. Stan's idea of a hot New Year's Eve is for us to drink a glass of champagne, watch porn for ten minutes to get me in 'the mood,' and then enjoy five whole minutes of missionary before he rolls over and falls asleep.

Jewel rolled her eyes. "Wow, how romantic married life is."

Leslie smirked: "Well, if you're both interested and willing, we could make things more exciting. I have a plan that might help Jewel out, too."

Jewel was grinning: "I'm all ears. Anything has to be better than sitting home alone".

After that, I went over to Leslie's and picked up a few things for later in the evening, including a porn movie that didn't sound too dreadfully dull and a few items I kept out of sight.

Stan and I settled in for the evening, watched a bit of the porn flick before it got too repetitive, and downed a few glasses of bubbly. I wore a sexy kimono he had bought me for Christmas, occasionally offering glimpses of my lacy black panties, which I wore when I was at least open to the suggestion of being in 'the mood.'

Stan wore his usual robe and briefs, utterly unaware of anything afoot.

We kissed when the clock struck midnight and migrated to the bedroom. Stan stretched out, ready for the usual five-minute rodeo. But tonight, I had other plans. I straddled him, swiftly securing each wrist to a bedpost with a handcuff. His brow furrowed in surprise. "Relax," I murmured, securing a blindfold around his eyes. "You'll see soon enough... or perhaps you won't." A slow, mischievous smile spread across my lips, but he couldn't appreciate it with the blindfold on.

I pumped up the volume on the stereo, drowning out any noise as Leslie and Jewel slipped into the room. Silently, we all stripped down. Jewel tugged at Stan's briefs, freeing his partial erection. She circled the tip with her tongue, then took him deep, sucking until he was fully erect. She trailed kisses down to his balls, taking them into her mouth.

I positioned Stan's head on a pillow and straddled his face, lowering my twat onto his mouth. He eagerly lapped at me while Jewel continued to pleasure him. Once I was dripping wet, I moved aside, and Leslie took my spot, grinding against his tongue.

Jewel slid a pillow under Stan's ass and climbed on top, slowly taking every inch of him inside her. Her body was comfortably plump in all the right places, and her large, pale breasts were creamy globes accentuated by enormous light pink areola. They were like two full moons, heavy and ripe, with dart-like nipples. She began to rock back and forth, her hands exploring his chest, teasing his nipples, taking control. Then, with a steady rhythm, she began to rock back and forth, her hands exploring his chest, caressing and teasing his nipples as if reversing their usual roles--she, the conqueror; he, the conquered. His face registered confusion but primarily delight.

I secured the strap-on I'd borrowed from Leslie--Missy's, and I was pretty confident she'd used it on me last Halloween. It was double-ended, with a smaller shaft that went inside of me and a larger one for the guest of honor, and it had a remote for controlling the strength of the vibrations. Wearing it felt exhilarating as if I were holding a new kind of power. I admired my figure in the mirror, long legs, taunt ass, full breasts, puffy nipples jutting out, and neatly trimmed crotch, with a seven-inch purple cock sticking out that didn't quite fit in but felt damn good. I couldn't wait to surprise Stan once Jewel was done with him.

Jewel continued her leisurely pace, sliding up until Stan was almost free, then gliding back down to his balls, her arousal dripping down her thighs. Stan usually liked to switch to missionary or speed things up when I was on top, but tonight he wasn't calling the shots. We were in charge. He groaned, wanting more and wanting it faster, but Jewel maintained her steady pace, determined to savor every second of this.

Leslie's fingers circled her clit as Stan's tongue was deep inside her folds, rubbing her g-spot. She came with a cry, her juices smearing his face. After she had finished with Stan, she moved towards me and guided my strap-on to her slit. She lay back, and I climbed atop, sliding the dildo inside. She gasped, gripping my ass to pull me closer. As we rocked, the base of the toy rubbed against my clit, but the real thrill was the dominance I felt.

I watched as her pussy lips parted, welcoming the thrusts of my silicon shaft. I'd always been curious about how fucking felt from the guy's point of view, and now I understood to it felt to make love to a woman; her soft breasts filling my hands, nipples rolling between my fingers, her breath catching with each of my thrusts. It was exhilarating, drawing out those lustful sounds with every push of my mighty cock. No wonder men were always so horny.

Jewel rode Stan with joy and wanton abandon, determined to seize every ounce of sexual delight denied her for the past year. Their breaths mingled, ragged and heavy, as they both neared the precipice of ecstasy. She rolled his nipples between her fingers, applying a sudden, intense pressure that sent him writhing beneath her, buckling like a bronco - a bronco on the edge of climax.

He cried out, hips thrusting upward as far as his restraints allowed, body arching in a desperate attempt to finalize the intense sensation. Jewel slammed down on his pole, driving him to an explosive orgasm, his face a mix of pleasure and pain. She continued to rock, wringing out every last drop of satisfaction, until with a final, languid roll of her hips, she dismounted, her body humming with contentment.

I'd been fucking Leslie steadily, my eyes on Jewel's show, when Leslie handed me some lube. It was time for the grand finale: pegging my husband. He'd taken my anal virginity last Halloween; it was time for him to be on the other end of the stick.

Though my strap-on glistened with Leslie's arousal, more lubrication wouldn't hurt. I lifted his legs and secured Stan's ankles to his wrists, using straps and pillows to elevate his hips, exposing his ass. He was too spent from his climax to resist.

As I poured lube onto my thumb and his entrance, he attempted to squirm away, but his bindings limited his escape. Leslie cleaned his dick and groin with a cool, wet cloth while I circled his ass with my thumb, deliberately slow, keeping him in suspense. I wanted him to wonder if I'd follow through since he'd clearly guessed my intent.

Leslie fastened a substantial strap-on around her hips--a silicone replica of a realistic yet giant penis, complete with veins and bulges, only more generous in both length and girth. She sauntered to where Jewel lay on her back, legs spread wide in invitation. Kneeling between Jewel's thighs, Leslie rubbed it along the slick folds of her twat before slowly pushing inside.

The sight of Leslie was nothing short of mesmerizing. Just like I marveled at myself in the mirror when I first put on my strap-on, I was awed by how her pale hips and breasts contrasted starkly with the thick jet-black shaft jutting out from her body. She moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing a soft moan from Jewel. The room echoed with the juicy sounds of their fucking.

Stan, no doubt hearing every noisy stroke like the beat of a drum, must have wondered who was pleasuring whom and what the hell was poking at his asshole. I continued my circular caress of it, gently pressing inward until he tensed. I took my time, allowing him to grow accustomed to the initial pain, to relax and loosen and surrender his tight ass to me. With every push of my digit down his chute, I ventured a little deeper, my thumb slick with lube as I coaxed his body to open for me.

I poured more lube onto his crack and asshole, watching as it dripped down, glistening. I stroked my own shaft, coating it thoroughly, the liquid warming. I moved up near his ear so he could hear the sound of me lubing my shaft, as well as that of Leslie and Jewel nearby, building my anticipation and his anxiety with every stroke. I wanted him ready and eager for what would come - knowing he must yield to the inevitable and it was best to relax entirely and get it over with. His body began to surrender, my thumb fully penetrating his hole, his breath hitching in a mix of nervousness and desire as I prepared him--and myself--for a new kind of intimacy.

Without a word of warning, I withdrew my thumb and swiftly positioned myself over him, pressing the tip of my strap-on against his entrance. He gasped sharply as I pushed in just the head, his body tensing at the sudden intrusion. I continued to apply steady pressure, his tight muscles gradually yielding as I sank deeper, inch by inch, until about half my strap-on was inside his ass.

I withdrew completely, his body eagerly expelling me, only to thrust back in, steadily and deliberately, adding more lube as I went. I sank deeper, his asshole stretching, unable to further resist me. When I finally hit bottom, he began to whimper, his shaft standing at full attention, swaying with each of my movements. His erect manhood was a white flag, waving its surrender to our new sexual dynamic. I paused for a moment, allowing him to adjust, to breathe, before I began to pummel his ass to the edge of ecstasy.

"Happy New Year, honey," I cooed, flicking on the vibrator inside us, buzzing in both my pussy and his butt. I began to sink it all the way into his ass, savoring the control that surged through me. Stan squirmed against his restraints, impotently trying to escape, but his helpless struggles only fueled my sexual triumph.

For a moment, I regretted the blindfold and not being able to see his eyes to register his full facial expression. Was it fear? Excitement? Shame? Submission? Or all of the above?

Next time I'll have more mirrors, so I can clearly see his face as I fuck him. No more boring duty sex with him always on top. He would have to learn to give as good as he got.

I dialed up the vibrator's intensity and gripped his hips tightly. I closed my eyes and focused on the vibrations pulsing through my core. My thrusts grew even more urgent, short, and powerful as I pressed against him, burying every inch of the deep inside. I ground against his body; my climax was just out of reach.

I squeezed his nipples hard like Jewel had done, and he instinctively reacted by yanking his limbs to escape, but the bounds held, and he whimpered in pain as my fingernails dug in.

Finally, my hips bucked, my pussy clenching and releasing in rapid succession as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

I wished my strap-on could shoot ropes of cum like a natural penis, filling him with my hot, wet, sticky seed, and I could watch the white goo drip out his asshole and down his ass and thighs afterward. I wish he could feel the sensation of a hot load suddenly unleashed in a flood, claiming his most sensitive and vulnerable territory.

Jewel writhed in pleasure as Leslie accelerated her rhythm, pushing her over the edge for the second time that night. With a final thrust, Leslie pulled out and made her way to Stan, standing over him, her presence imposing even though he couldn't see her through the blindfold.

She lowered herself, the massive member slick with a mix of Jewel's wetness and Stan's own spunk. His mouth, previously agape, was now firmly shut, sensing something approaching. Leslie pinched his nipple, and as he yelped, she swiftly inserted the tip of the toy into his mouth. He tried to clench his jaw, but Leslie just laughed, the silicone penis unmoved by his resistance.

I teased him with a tickle, and as his body jolted in surprise, Leslie slid the tool deeper, causing him to gag slightly. I sympathized--it was a giant member, and he was clearly not eager to learn the art of cock-sucking, especially with such a sizable tool.

Jewel joined us, slicking her hands and Stan's dick with lube and then wrapping her fingers around his prick in a firm, slick grip. She began to stroke him, gliding her hand up and down his shaft. Stan was losing his battle against Leslie, the dildo inching deeper into his throat as she patiently sought momentary openings in his defenses.

I turned the vibrators up to their highest setting, and Stan's mouth began to yield. His mouth finally surrendered, allowing Leslie to thrust in and out of his mouth and throat. He eventually stopped gagging, his body going limp as the three of us worked him over, relentlessly pounding his shaft, ass, and mouth.

Finally, with a sudden release, Stan shot a rope of cum high into the air, some landing on Leslie's back, the rest all over his belly, legs, and groin. His body convulsed, spent and exhausted, as we continued to ravage him, drawing out every last ounce of his pleasure.

Sated and spent, I withdrew and removed the strap-on harness. Leslie, still eager for more, helped me untie Stan and position him over a wedge-shaped pillow, his ass elevated high in the air, hands secured near his head. We maneuvered him like a plaything, his body pliant and willing.

Jewel straddled his face, pressing her cunt against his mouth. Blindfolded, Stan couldn't see that it was the same cunt he had filled with sperm. He eagerly lapped at her, seemingly relieved it wasn't Leslie's huge dildo. His tool, still coated from his previous release, twitched weakly as I cleaned him with a cloth, now limp and exhausted.

With Stan immobile in his bonds and Jewel riding his face, Leslie and I shared a glance; it was her turn now.

Stan's content, twat-licking face vanished as he felt Leslie trace the crack of his ass with her monster-sized tool, teasing his newly deflowered asshole. While I had prepared him, Leslie's toy was significantly larger, designed more for a well-stretched vagina than Stan's tight, virgin territory. She eased the tip in just a fraction, then withdrew, dragging the thick shaft across his ass to emphasize its size.

He must have recalled its girth from having to swallow it as he whispered, "Please no, don't," as his erection, swiftly, involuntarily, hardened. Leslie teased him, patiently coaxing his body to yield, whispering, "Your words say 'no,' but your body says 'yes.' Let me know if you really want me to stop, and I will." She waited a bit, and upon hearing no protests, she leaned into him, the head of her toy slipping in, an inch or two disappearing inside him.

Jewel tightened her thighs around Stan's head, her voice sharp. "Focus on licking me, or I'll have her fuck you harder," Leslie emphasized her partner's words by pushing in another two inches. Stan's lapping grew louder, more eager, and Jewel seemed satisfied.

Leslie continued her steady assault, each thrust delving further down his butt. Stan's resistance melted away, his manhood pulsing, moans escaping his mouth as Leslie claimed him. She buried the dildo to the hilt, pressing firmly against his prostate.

She held there, grinding her hips, letting the pressure build. Stan's ass wriggled, submitting to sensations he'd never known. Leslie had once told me that while men feared the stigma, the prostate was their secret pleasure spot, capable of delivering intense orgasms without any penile stimulation.

Stan was between Jewel's thighs, her hands guiding his head, her legs locked around him. She arched her back, skin flushed, nipples taut as she achieved her third climax. After it subsided, she moved off his face, offering me her spot, but I wanted to observe Stan's face as Leslie persisted in ravishing his ass.

I was captivated by the blend of submission and unwilling pleasure in his expression. His nipples were still bright red, and the jism I had caused him to unleash earlier coated his body. Leslie had him teetering on the edge, precum beading on his straining penis. His breath came in sharp gasps, his body tensing, shuddering. Leslie's manipulation of his prostate had taken complete control of his body and soul. I've never had him come three times in a session - even twice was a rarity. But I trusted Leslie to push him past his limits.

Leslie then began to fuck him in earnest, pulling the strap-on all the way out before slamming it back in, each thrust eliciting a violent gasp from Stan. Over and over, both of them panting like crazy, her face contorting in a drawn-out orgasm. Finally, his cock turned a deep shade of purple, and with a final, forceful thrust, he erupted, his seed drenching his stomach and thighs.

Leslie continued to pump in and out of him, his member twitching and spurting more with each stroke. Finally, she withdrew, slowly and deliberately wiping the giant toy across his ass cheeks, emphasizing the size of the monster rod she had taken him with.

I open a bottle of champagne, pouring glasses for Jewel, Leslie, and myself. Stan still remained bound and blindfolded, helplessly sprawled in a pool of his own jizz. "To a Happy New Year," I toasted, our glasses clinking in celebration.

Epilogue

: I met with Missy a few days later to go toy shopping at the local adult store.

Missy: "Leslie told me the story of your New Year's Eve, giving me all the graphic details while we made love. She knows I love to hear dirty talk while getting fucked."

Me (a bit embarrassed): "Thank you for loaning the strap-on; it was so much fun. I've decided to buy my own and figured you could help me pick someone out. I've done some research, so I know roughly what I want, but you'd know more from experience."

Missy (slyly): "And I could help you break it in."

Me (a lot embarrassed): "If you're willing and interested... (The enthusiastic look on her face reassured me.) I've never felt in control like that before. The way I made Leslie feel. The way Stan reacted when I entered his ass and then fucked him till he came."

Missy: "Leslie told me you might want to buy some handcuffs and ropes. Knowing most men, it's easier for them to accept a woman dominating them if they're bound. Provides an excuse for their mind and body to submit when they usually wouldn't."

Me: "That's the problem. I don't know how to bring it up to Stan what I want. When I try to, my mouth gets all dry, and I can't bring myself to say anything, and I just.... I just need him to get it, you know? I shouldn't have to ask; he should just know."

Missy laughs: "You may be overrating his mind-reading abilities. But it's a common problem, from what I hear, in hetero marriages. You're better off using nonverbal clues, but keep it pretty obvious. Men, husbands, in particular, suck at subtle hints. They just don't get the message from the context, like women do. But use non-verbal messages if you're nervous and everyone is at first - I suggest leaving something on your pillows to indicate what you want for the evening. If you're in the mood to take charge, leave the strap-on and handcuffs on your pillow, and make sure he sees them early on."