It was that time of the year when the world celebrated the end of one year and heralded the beginning of a new one. I was putting the final touches on the food in preparation for the night in the kitchen while she was getting ready for the evening. This was going to be a different night than any that either of us had ever experienced. We only invited one guest, but that in itself was nothing special. What was special was what we had planned for the night.
We'd met him a few months ago, and he was coming to spend the last evening of the year with us. Truth be told, we never met him in the flesh but spent a lot of time texting and video-calling each other. We met him on one of those dating sites and felt a connection from day one. We both liked him and agreed he was the one if it was ever going to happen. I thought, he should be here soon, and he did not disappoint as I heard a car pulling up on the gravel driveway and saw headlights flashing through the curtains of the window.
Not long after, I heard his knock on the door, so I let him in. We chatted in the kitchen for a while before taking the plates into the living room, where we had set up for the night. He was an average-looking guy, about my physical size but half my age. My wife was a couple of years younger than me, still in her prime, a gorgeous woman in my eyes. Like old mates, we sat in the armchairs talking sports and politics while we sipped on our wines. In the background, the fire was roaring and crackling in the furnace when we heard her heels on the parquet. We looked towards the door just as she walked through it.
My jaw dropped for she was stunning, and Billy was just as speechless by her sight as I was. I had never seen the dress she was wearing. A beautiful, shimmering, silver evening dress that came down to her mid-thigh. It reminded me of the dresses women wore in clubs during the Charleston era. Nor had I seen the extremely high black stilettos she had on her feet, accentuating her shapely legs. She walked to him as he stood up in admiration of her.
"You... are... so... beautiful," he stuttered briefly.
"Thank you," she said, and she softly kissed him on his lips.
She walked to me and kissed me on my lips too, lingering for a while, then sat down on the sofa and patted it next to her.
"Come sit next to me, Billy," she said.
As he did, I took a glass, filled it with wine and handed it to her. We chatted, drank and nibbled on the finger food we had prepared earlier for the evening. The conversation was light, with nothing to indicate what had been planned for the night. We heard my phone ringing. I excused myself and went to the kitchen to fetch it. I turned the alarm off that I had set earlier and told them I had to take the call pocking my head through the door. This was the signal for her, telling her I was fine to go ahead with our plan. I waited in the kitchen for almost ten minutes. I was nervous, and my heart raced wondering if everything was going according to plan.
I quietly returned to the living room and was not disappointed. I sat down in the armchair, silently watching the two of them. Her arms were around his neck, and their lips melted into each other as they passionately kissed. I noticed his hand softly caressing her stocking-covered thigh, his fingertips touching the buckles of her suspenders. Her skirt was pushed up high enough to expose her stocking top and the creamy white skin of her thigh.
I felt a stir in my groin and a twitch of my cock in my pants. Watching the two of them turned me on. I sat back, sipped on my wine and watched them making out. This was the moment that culminated in years, even decades of fantasies we had had. It took us a very long time to get to this point in our lives but now we were ready to break all boundaries and make our fantasies come true. Most couples never broke the barrier, but we were on our way to doing so. She eventually broke the kiss and smiled at me, her arms still around his neck and his hand on her thigh.
"I did not hear you coming back, Babe," she said.
"I did not want to interrupt you, the sight of you was so erotic."
"So, you liked watching us making out?"
"Yes, I did."
"Good, because I have plans for more to come," she said as she reached for her glass and took a sip of her wine.
"I think we are going to have a great night," I said.
"What do you think, Billy?" she asked.
"I think so, too," he said.
"Do you still want me now that you have seen me in the flesh, felt my lips in yours, and our tongues explored each other?"
"Oh, yes, I do. I want you more now than I've ever wanted you."
"Doesn't it bother you I am almost twice your age?"
"No, not at all. You are a hot sexy Milf."
"Milf?"
I knew what he meant, and I was a bit surprised she did not know or acted like she did not know what it meant. We had never used the term in our conversations, at least I could not recall it.
"Mother I'd like to fuck," he said.
"What? Is that what you want me to be?"
"No, no... it means a sexually attractive woman who either has children or is in her middle age."
"Which thought turns you on, Billy?"
"I am attracted to sexually attractive women in their middle ages."
"Right answer, Billy," she said.
I listened to their exchange with fascination then watched her putting her glass on the table and facing him as she straddled him. Her dress rode up high on her thighs, and her arms were around his neck as their lips met again in a passionate kiss. His hands were on her naked bum cheeks squeezing them. I was so turned on, if I had not known before, I knew then I loved to watch her in another man's arms, it was so erotic so hot. I had never imagined it could be this exciting. I had the urge to whip my cock out and stroke it, but instead, I just sipped on my wine watching them.
His hand moved up on her back stroking the back of her neck, his fingers in her hair kissing her with passion. She broke the kiss and turned her head to look at me. I was smiling, I was grinning, I was excited.
"You are a hot, sexy Milf. You really turn me on," I said.
"Yes, I want to turn you on, come here, you cuck," she replied.
"Cuck?" now it was my time to be surprised.
"Yes, by the end of the year you will have a well fucked hotwife..., a Milf," she said.
I put my glass down and sat next to them. She leant over and kissed my lips, her tongue sliding between my lips and dancing with my tongue. Breaking the kiss, she sat up straight on his thighs. I put my hand on her stocking-covered leg feeling the clasp of her suspender. It felt heavenly.
"I want to be fucked by the two of you, want to come on your cocks," she said straight out.
"Anything you wish for," he said.
"Anything you want, Baby," I said.
"Good, that is what I want to hear," she replied and kissed him softly.
The kiss turned into a tongue duel, his hands on her bum cheeks groping them again. I got up and knelt on the floor behind her, my hands on her thighs caressing them, my lips touching the back of her neck. I heard her moan in their kiss. I kissed, sucked, and licked her soft skin where she loved it the most, the back of her neck. Her moans told me she loved the attention. I kissed my way to her ear.
"We will fuck you, sexy slut, like you never have been before," I whispered.
I pulled away from her, finding the zip of her dress, I unzipped it then taking the hemline of the dress I pulled it up, over her hips and her boobs. She broke their kiss and let me take it off her, pulling it over her head. I noticed she had no bra or panties on. He looked at her naked tits, her hard nipples and leant in to kiss one then the other. Her head flipped back as he sucked her nipples. I kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck while my hands were on her thighs where her stockings ended, and her skin started. I heard her soft moans of pleasure.
"Suck his cock," I whispered into her ear the moment my finger touched her clit.
