Stacie and I married on New Years Eve so that we'd always have a party on our anniversary. We were high school sweethearts that grew together from young to old. We did everything together and many of them for the first time.
This New Years we had planned to stay at a local hotel, which traditionally hosted a bunch of parties, in order to celebrate our sixth year anniversary. Stacie always liked a party; I guess you could call her a regular party-girl.
We arrived at the hotel early for check in. I got dressed in a tux and she in a smashing, classy, sexy outfit. She wore a blue, midriff sequined blouse, which exposed a ton of cleavage. Blue folds of fabric revealed her thin necklaced neck, her firm sternum and the edges of her breast, stopping only at her nipples. She wore skin-tight, black slacks and silver platform, high-heeled shoes. She was sheer sex and elegance all in one tight package. My mind leapt in and out of reality imagining her dancing near naked throughout the New Year; our bodies writhing on the dance floor making love with the music.
The limousine arrived shortly thereafter and so the fun began. The night began with us passing a joint around the back of the limo. I removed Stacie's pants, moved her blue g-string to the side and began licking her pussy,. Smoke filled the passenger compartment as my tongue flickered a thousand times over her clit. I probed her cunt with two of my fingers and played with her asshole occasionally.
The limo stopped at a stoplight by a crowded park. Pedestrians crossed the streets in herds. People were everywhere. It was amazing to watch the people looking directly at the limo on the other side of the dark tinted windows as they passed by. Stacie watched the people as they stared. The rhythm of her crotch against my face increased. Just before we pulled off, I noticed Stacie, hit the lower window button. The window disappeared into the deluxe limousine's interior and the passer-bys gazes turned from curiosity, to amazement as they watched me munch on my naked wife's cooch. She buckled with pleasure coating my face with her final moments of excitement as we sped off.
My dick pulsed with anticipation. And, I shivered from the cold air of the open window. We raised the window and turned up the heat -- literally. I didn't have to wait long until Stacie had engulfed my package. Taking my dick deep into her mouth allowing it to invade her pretty face. My dick seeped pre-cum. She sucked the fluid as it emerged she only paused to stick her tongue in my asshole.
I groaned as I battled with the idea of cumming
now
for immediate gratification or
postponing
and feeling the oral pleasure for a bit longer.
Stacie pulled my dick from her throat to ask me a question. A string of saliva strung out about three inches as she pulled back before it broke and lay against her chin.
"What is your New Years Wish?"
Stacie asked in her soft raspy voice, then immediately returned to my dick?
I looked at her in amazement before answering. Her beautiful blond hair hung in her face, some of it was now matted to her moistened, make-up mussed face.
I said, "Stick your tongue in my ass again and I'll tell you."
Stacie's tongue slid into my asshole at least an inch or two. She began sliding it in and out as I answered her somewhat baited question. Stacie knew that I had a thing for watching girls get gang-banged. And, my own wife was no exception. Although she had never been with another man in my presence, she knew I wanted to watch her fuck so bad, it was crazy.
Many times in bed, I would ask her about past sexual experiences. I would have her take me through memory lane step-by-step having her detail every sexual experience she had in her life. I heard tales of blowjobs and ravage fuckings. She told me how every man that she had been with had came in her pussy. This was enough to bring me to many an orgasm.
But, these detailed stories were never enough; I wanted to see this slut in action for myself.
"I want to watch you get fucking crazy tonight. I want to see you fuck the shit out of me and somebody else."
She held my dick in her hand and jerked me of as she flickered her tongue in and out my ass. The talk excited her and her rhythm picked up the tempo.
"Slow down or I'll cum," I warned.
All motions ceased. She slowly pulled her tongue from my ass. She sat back in the seat across from me, which was separated by a conference table. She pulled a bottle from the bar dropped a few pieces of ice into it and commenced to pour herself a very old scotch on the rocks. She sat her drink down into a cup-holder and pulled her blouse off. Her braless nipples were standing to attention as she began fondling herself.
There she sat, the most beautiful women I know in all her glory, totally naked except for the golden, jeweled belly-chain around her waist. She tweaked her firm nipples, rubbing a piece of ice over them as she plunged three fingers into her moistened hole with her right hand. It turned her on to know I wanted to watch her fuck.
"So what are the rules?" She asked, with her eyes closed and her hips grinding the now soaked leather interior.
"What do you mean?" I asked; rubbing my cock.
"You know. Can I swallow his jiz? Can he fuck me in the ass?"
Her questions where too much; they were delivered with a delightful.
"Go on." I said devilishly.
"Can I do his friends too?"
She erupted again contorting her face as another orgasm rushed through her filthy veins. The corners of her lips turned up and she began laughing. I passed her the joint and she took a few more tokes, she then took a sip of the drink she poured previously.
"You 're sure you don't mind me being your little cum slut?"
She moved to the table in front of me sitting on it – spreading her legs. She looked down at her cunt and spread it open with both hands. Her gaping pussy allowed me to see inside her.
"You don't mind me filling my love-hole with a bunch of dick while you watch?"
She pulled a digital camera from her purse and began taking crotch shots of herself as she slid whole ice cubes into her pussy. She loved being nasty and knew I loved it to.
"I don't mind a bit." I responded as I jerked my cock.
Stacie pulled two champagne glasses from the bar filling one with champagne and handing it to me. She got on her knees in front of me putting her face by my balls. She put the glass near my dick.
"Let's have a toast to seal your New Year's Wish."
I told her, "But, you don't have any champagne?"
She responded while partially sucking my throbbing dick, "Tonight, I'll drink cum for my New Year's Toast at midnight"
My dick escaped to the back of her throat. Her face bounced up and down until a long overdue orgasm began. She withdrew my dick from her mouth and drained every drop of my cum into her champagne glass.
She raised her glass up to propose a toast.
"To tonight, may my champagne glass be running over when I bring in the New Year."
My glass met hers with a clank. We then drank to the electrifying evening ahead. She licked her lips after finishing her glass.
We went to dinner at a nice restaurant. We were seated in a relatively secluded area amongst some large floral arrangement which lent a tropical tone to the classy ambience. Out of the large window next to us, we could see our stretch limo, parked on the street, waiting on our return. Our waiter was a young man, who couldn't take his eyes off of my wife's tits.
"It's OK Waldo."
Stacie said suddenly as the waiter stared directly down her shirt.
"I, I, I'm so sorry."
He blushed when he realized that she knew he was looking at her exposed cleavage.
"But, my name's …"
"SHhhh." Stacie returned, positioning a long finger over her pursed lips.
"You look like a Waldo to me."
He agreed to become Waldo for the rest of our evening.
The meal was excellent. Stacie was messy with her food on purpose. She would dribble bits of her meal onto her cleavage and call Waldo over to wipe it from her.
I thought the poor boy would explode as he ran the clean white cloth over the edges of my wife's revealed breast.
Stacie excused herself and went to the restroom. Waldo disappeared into the kitchen. When Stacie returned, she had an evil grin adorning her face. She didn't even sit down.
She picked up her purse and asked, "are you ready?"
"Yeah." A little taken aback by the abrupt exit. "I guess.." I looked at her curiously.
We started out the door, and I noticed Waldo standing by the limo.
Stacie turned to me with that same devilish grin and said, "You don't mind some company for a while do you?"
We slid into the limo, the door closed behind us. Waldo sat opposite of us across from the conference table. Stacie laughed taunting him about staring at her breast.
He replied, "Well, I couldn't help it."
He paused as he fidgeted in the seat, but continued.
"But you're so beautiful and you were displaying your package."
Stacie laughed, looking at her cleavage.
"That's not the whole package."
She reached down and pulled the blouse over her head fully exposing her naked torso. This is the whole package.
Waldo nearly passed out – as did I.
Stacie pulled a joint from her purse and lit up.
"Do you smoke pot?"
She asked as she tried to hold in smoke while talking. She passed the joint to me and I took a huge toke.
He replied, "Yes."
"Well get over here silly," She said forthright, patting a spot on the leather seat next to her with her hand, motioning for him to sit beside her.
"We're not going to crawl all over this limousine to pass you a joint." She continued as she toked the weed.
Waldo moved next to my wife and she passed him the joint. She slouched down into her seat and began fondling her breast. He watched her intently as she massaged her firm naked breast.
"So?!"
Stacie asked looking at Waldo.
"What?" He replied. Reaching over Stacie, passing me the joint.
"What do you think about the whole package?"
"Wow!"
