Holiday party cheer never seems dull. Even those boring afternoon coffee and finger sandwich gatherings at work will eventually bring out the entertainer in somebody and "the life of the party" is born. Now mix in alcohol and dim the lights, well now the fun begins.
My wife Maria looked amazing in her little black dress. Her smooth silky tanned calves tightened as she strutted toward the front door arriving a little late for the neighborhood Christmas party. We were on time until, the sight of her sexy nude Latin body bent over the bathroom counter made the tedious act of putting on make-up seem too erotic to pass up. After a brief romp standing in front of the mirror, we quickly got dressed and left for the Palmer's house. Which brings us back to the front door of our neighbor's home; Maria's red toes peeking out of black strap heels as she steps up to ring the doorbell.
As I said before, holiday parties never seem dull, but sometimes it takes awhile to get things interesting. Jon Palmer and his wife Laurie were your basic middle class couple with two kids, a dog and a mortgage. In fact, our entire neighborhood was fairly average and plain. Most of the men carried a belly that showed their love of "couch sports" and many of the wives had the look of conservative PTA mothers. Beside my beautiful wife, there were only two other sexy MILFs in attendance; Karen and Samantha.
Karen, as you know from part one, is our next door neighbor and married to Alex; Samantha is her sister visiting from Arizona. Between the three, all the other husband's eyes bounced. Karen, a short brunette with a perfect hourglass body snuggly wrapped in red; and her sister, a taller version of Karen dressed casually in a denim mini skirt and a lacy, see-through white blouse barely containing her plump D's; and lastly, my raven-haired wife whose tight body was covered by a thin black silk dress hugging her luscious curves and revealing the absence of a bra when she moved. Among the cheese dip, the sparkling white wine, the homemade candy and the eggnog, these three ladies were the tastiest dishes that everybody wanted to nibble.
It seems that each time I looked up, someone had their arms around and lips on one of the three. Innocent as it all seemed at first, as the night progressed, the men did indeed get a bit bolder even with their own wives looking on. Alex and I took the backseat and watched and laughed at the partier's desperate attempts to push the holiday boundaries. The girl's ate it all up knowing the effect they seem to have on these men and constantly looked over and gave us smug smiles as they each spent time with the other dozen or so couples.
About an hour or so later, I snuck up behind my wife as she poured herself another glass of bubbly. Disguising my voice and sliding over her ass.
"Hey sexy, wanna see my misseltoe?"
"Sure, just don't let my husband see us."
She fired back quickly and turned to me.
"Oh, it is you. I am so surprised. Oh my gosh."
With a sarcastic grin and a quick kiss, she turned back to finish her pour. I nuzzled her from behind and let my hand slide down her leg, under her dress and up her front thigh.
"Love all that attention from all the neighborhood daddies?"
My fingers slipped under her thong and across her shaven lips. They were slick and warm, dripping with wetness.
"Yes, I guess you are."
"Jealous?"
"Honey, you are my wife, I love you and I love watching you. It is sexy as hell to see you work this room, knowing that I will be eating your juicy pussy at midnight."
I withdrew my fingers from her snatch and licked her juice off. Maria smiled.
