Part Three
Christmas Party
That night with Marcus really jumped our sex life to a new height, though it might have been even better if I wasn't jerking off so much. I spent lots of time with the video tapes, editing them in a variety of ways on my computer. Many times when we made love I was unable to get it up, so I spent lots of time between her thighs, eating Aila to orgasm after orgasm. She always loved this, making constant comments about all the cum I was eating out of her, and teasing me whenever I couldn't get it up with "calling Marcus so he can fuck me the way I need it!" Overall, making the fantasy come real worked out really well for us, and neither of us felt the need to repeat it right away. We both agreed that an occasional "reality show" was enough to augment our fantasies.
As it turned out, however, reality intruded a bit sooner than I had thought it would. Mark and Tamara were having a Christmas party at their house for the construction company he worked for. Even though it was primarily a company function, Tamara insisted on inviting us, saying she was sure we'd have a good time. I wasn't sure I wanted to be at a party where I knew nobody, but since it was a couple of weeks before the holiday and didn't conflict with anything, I couldn't talk Aila out of it. She wanted to go, and that was that.
The night of the party Aila dressed up in a slinky, low-cut red dress that I thought was too sexy for a Christmas party, but she told me most of the guys had young girlfriends and wives, and she was sure they were going to be taking the opportunity to dress up as well. She was right; when we arrived, I quickly saw that she was right. Though there were several more men then women, the women who were there were obviously happy to get a chance to show off a bit. There were a couple of very beautiful women, but most were fairly average yet looked pretty damn good at least for the evening. My wife knew several of the people from hanging around Tamara, so she easily mingled. I stayed at the edges of the various groups, trying not to look to ill at ease.
I ended up enjoying myself though, because eventually I ended up talking to the owner of the company and his wife. Bud and May were a bit older, maybe in their early fifties but very fit, so they didn't have much in common with the rest of the people at the party. We got comfortable in a hurry; in fact, I think May went out of her way to make sure the two of them kept me occupied while the party swirled around us. We discussed everything from building permits to politics, making the time fly by. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and I hadn't seen my wife for most of it. Excusing myself, I told them I needed to see what Aila was up to. May smiled at my husbandly concern, saying "I think your wife is more than able to take care of herself", which Bud agreed with, but I didn't feel right not checking in. They let me go, saying how nice it was "to finally meet Aila's husband."
I circled through the house twice, and checked outside in the backyard, but no Aila. I was starting to worry when a young lady I didn't know came up to me, asking "Are you looking for Aila?" "Yes". "She's back in the master bedroom with Tamara. They told me to sent you back there." She gave me a little push in the right direction. "Thanks." "Oh, my pleasure."
When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped, stunned. There was my wife and Tamara sitting on the bed, both clad in nothing but red stockings, red heels, and red baby doll nighties with white trim. They smiled at my surprise. "You'd better close the door, honey. You don't want everyone else to see what you're getting this Christmas." My wife waited for me to swing the door closed behind me. "I promise, this will be your best present ever." It was sure looking that way.
Tamara stood up and walked me over to a chair. "Aila's told me all about your story-telling time together. It sounds so hot! We decided to make it come truth this Christmas." She undid my pants, and dropped them down to my ankles, looking me in the eye the whole time. "Come on out, Mark."
My heart sank. I thought I was actually going to be in a threesome with my wife and another woman for my present, but now as I watched Mark walk out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but red silk Speedo-type shorts, I realized they planned on living out some of the stories Aila had made up for me the past several months. I liked the idea of my wife making love to another guy, but two women for me would have been even better, and I was disappointed that instead my wife was planning on making love to another guy right in front of me. His skin looked as if it had been oiled and the bulge in the shorts looked as though his cock was already getting hard. "Hey, buddy boy, Merry Christmas. Heard any good stories about me lately?" Obviously, Aila had told them about our sex life.
Tamara moved away from me over to the other side of the room, where a camcorder was sitting. As she picked it up, Mark moved onto the bed with my wife and began kissing her. She opened up to him right away, letting his hand explore her body as there tongues intertwined. He kissed his way down her body, pushed the panties to the right, and began to rub his tongue up and down her slit. My wife laid back, writhing, as he ate her out. Her hands grabbed his hair and pushed down on him, begging him not to stop. I began to play with myself; it was damn hot looking. I heard Tamara giggling as she filmed me, but I didn't care. I kept stroking as Mark brought Aila to her first orgasm of the evening.
Mark rolled over onto his back after Aila recovered. "Payback time, slut." I thought my wife might resent the word, but apparently didn't because with his help she pulled down his shorts, exposing his cock for the first time. "Quite a bit bigger than you're used to at home, huh?" He looked over at me as he spoke, smirking as he watched me slowly stroking my dick, (I didn't want to cum too fast).
"God, yes! It's much bigger!" (Thanks, dear). "Let me taste it." And she did. First she licked it's length for awhile, then as it continued to grow, she began to take the head in her mouth while stroking it's length. At first she could manage just a couple of inches because of how thick it was, but as she got used to it, my wife was able to work her way down so that only a couple of inches were exposed. I was amazed; she was well passed what I had.
After sucking him for over ten minutes, my wife began to climb on top of him. "I've got to feel that inside of me. I've told Terry so many stories about it, I've got to show him the real thing. Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Mark." She straddled his groin, grabbed his cock, and slowly slid down onto it. Since it was only the second time my wife had taken anything near this size, she took it slow. I was sure that she wouldn't be able to take it all in, but as I continued pleasuring myself, I watched in amazement as she worked her way further down his cock each stroke. In less than two minutes, she had it completely buried in her, and was slamming down on it with full force. "Fuck, I'm so full! I love it! Don't ever stop, Mark." My wife was screaming now, not caring that the house was full of other people. "Shit, AHHH!" She was clearly cumming again, maybe over and over again. I had never seen her like this. My fist was flying up and down in rhythm to her ride.
After maybe ten minutes, Aila collapsed on top of Mark, almost sobbing with pleasure. She looked completely done, but Mark sure wasn't. He pushed her off of him and positioned her on all fours, facing me. Then he got behind her and began to reinsert his cock. The look on my wife's face as she felt it enter her will never leave me. It was as if she had discovered a new world, and it was just dawning on her what she had been missing in the old one. He started a slow, circular motion with his hips, teasing her, getting her all warmed up again. She began to moan. "God, yessss! Ohhhhh! That's it!"
Suddenly, Mark stopped moving. Aila looked back to see what was wrong. "If you want be to keep fucking you, baby, then you have to do what I say."
