The Last Fuc of the Year

It was December 31st night.

We were an hour away from midnight, before the start of the new year. Karen and I had tucked the kids in bed, fixed some drinks, and chilled in the living room, waiting to see the ball drop in Times Square on the T.V. screen. This was our ritual before we married several years ago, and we love to keep it going. Our kids were still toddlers, but we decided that come next year, we wouldn't mind having them stay up late with us and make it a family thing.

The fun stopped when our doorbell suddenly rang. Neither of us was expecting company that evening--most of our neighbours had travelled to spend the holiday season elsewhere or were tucked in their homes like us, away from the cold winter outside. Karen and I shared a look that said: I wonder who it could be at this hour?

The doorbell rang again as if to remind us this wasn't a dream. I got up and went to see who it was.

A black man stood on our porch, huddled in a thick winter jacket with a hood over his face. He lowered the hood and stepped further into the light for me to recognise who it was. Yes, I knew who he was, but it was a bad time for him to show up at our home like this.

"Good evening, sir," I humbly addressed the man known as Master Idris, a Black Dom who had seduced my wife weeks ago and promptly converted us into his sex slaves.

"What's up, white boy," he said while stumping his Timberland boots on my porch rug. "It's cold out here, white boy. I'm gonna have to come inside, and I'm gonna want your wife, too."

I invited him inside, if anything, to prevent any lurking neighbour from observing who might be visiting my home at this hour. Master Idris had visited our abode multiple times, most preferably when the kids were out, to spend as much quality time with Karen, and sometimes with me. This was a very unexpected visit, and I told him so after shutting the door. Karen hugged him and assisted him out of his jacket. She seemed to sense what had brought him over and wasn't fazed by his sudden visit. But still, I couldn't help protesting.

"Master Idris, you should have called first," I said. "This is very unexpected."

"That's why I'm here, white boi." He grabbed my glass of wine where I had left it on the table, took a sip, and smacked his lips. "Very tasty," he remarked and then turned to me. "I need to get my nuts-sac emptied before the New Year arrives, white boi. I figured you wouldn't be happy with me showing up like this, but this can't be helped. I've got to have your bitch's pussy now."

"But for fuck's sake, my kids are asleep," I grumbled. "What happens if they hear?"

"I'll try to be quiet," he said, gesturing for Karen to come to his arms. "At least we're gonna try to be quiet," he laughed.

"Come on, Master Idris..."

Karen then stepped in and hushed me. "That's enough, hon," she said. "We are here to please Master Idris, as he's here to please us, too. Come on, Master, let's go upstairs."

"But Karen, we're going to miss the ball drop--"

"We'll be done before that happens, hon. Do us a favour and listen for the kids in case they suddenly awake."

Karen took Idris's hand and led him up the stairs; I watched them slip from view and stood in the living room, flummoxed by whatever action to take next. I looked around the living room, lost and confused about what to do or think of what was occurring upstairs in my bedroom. I sat down, drank my wine, and pretended to be interested in what was happening on the T.V. screen. That was hard because my thoughts kept returning to what Idris was doing to my wife upstairs. I looked at my watch. 11:27 p.m. It would be midnight before you knew it, and Karen would then have missed watching the ball drop in Times Square.

What should I do?

I waited until 11: 35 p.m., t drained my glass, and went to see what was happening upstairs.

I stopped to check peep in my children's bedroom, ensuring they were snugly asleep under their thick blankets. Satisfied, I quietly shut the door before going down the corridor to the main bedroom. I quietly eased the door handle and the door inched open, glad they hadn't locked the door.

I eased it further to peep inside.

They were actively fucking, like I expected. Karen was on the bed with her tits resting on a pillow while Idris stood by the bed, fucking her. They looked up when they saw me standing in the doorway, not knowing if I was coming inside or not. I opted to stand out in the corridor and eased the door shut. I kept my ear to the door, listening to their aggressive sex noise while praying none of my kids would suddenly open their door. I looked at my watch and saw the time blatantly inching towards the quarter mark.

I peeped inside again.

Idris was lying on the bed with Karen balanced on top of him, working her butt on his cock. I licked my lips as I continued to observe the way she grounded her butt, listened to her stifled moans as he responsively drilled her cunt. She looked so gorgeous the way she straddled him, resting both hands on his shoulders, her face animated with lust while her tits bounced helplessly. The sex was becoming too pervasive for them to stop.

The urge got to me then, and I entered the room, shut the door, turned the lock, and went to join them. I rested on the bed; my eyes focused on Master Idris's muscled pipe dripping with cum juice as my wife continued sliding on his prick. His cock fell out of her at one point. I was there to grab and suck it clean before fixing it into Karen's swollen vagina. Her vagina looked so beautiful as she was getting fucked.

Karen lowered her thighs on the bed and rode Idris properly; her cries were growing louder, as I knew she was digging into climaxing on him. Idris smacked her butt repeatedly and began thrusting his cock harder. Neither seemed to care about whether their noise woke the kids; I didn't either.

Idris climaxed inside my wife. I pulled his cock out of her pussy and consumed his load of semen, still oozing out of his penis hole. Finished, I then attacked Karen's pussy and cleaned every trace of Idris's cum out of her vagina. Karen rolled off her lover, and then I hurried out of my pyjamas and got to fuck her. I grunted like a wounded animal and came inside her in less than a minute. I waited until I was satisfied before pulling out of her and then licked her pussy clean again.

We missed the sight of the ball dropping on Times Square. We were into the New Year by the time I finished.