The next time I encountered Mrs X was at their house on the eve of the Millenium. Rachel and I were now married, both working in London, me in investment banking and Rachel for a startup tech business when that was still an alien phrase to most people.
Mr & Mrs X had invited us all to a 'Millenium ball' their local hunt was holding which provided the perfect opportunity for a catch up with the old school gang and Chloe. Thankfully Rachel and I had not got caught up in all the worry about systems failing to work after midnight on the 31st of December 1999, so we were able to head off to Tiny's parent's house just after lunch making it there by mid-afternoon.
Mr & Mrs X greeted us warmly before showing us to the room we would be staying in, something far grander than the digs I had that glorious summer, the centrepiece being a four-poster bed. Mrs X winked conspiratorially as they showed us the room, stressing to Rachel that she'd left her a few ladies things in the drawer if she needed them.
Mrs X gave us both a hug suggesting we meet downstairs in a couple of hours for drinks before heading off to the venue, giving us time to get in our finery. Apparently, we were the only couple from the school gang staying in their house, the others staying at Tiny's instead. There'd obviously been some planning behind the scenes, a fact that left me intrigued and a little hopeful.
Rachel and I had obviously discussed our last liaison with Mrs X on the drive up, all of it very fondly remembered, and Rachel was as hopeful as I that something would happen. She said she still got wet at the thought of when Mrs X had first tongued her pussy and when she had eaten a pussy for the first time, one that also happened to be dripping with my cum. We'd never pursued any threesomes since and, honestly, were unlikely to unless it was with Mrs X. We didn't want to get involved in any 'scenes' and with Mrs X it felt safe and unlikely to become anything beyond a bit of fun.
Once we were alone in the room Rachel sprung on me like a cat, pushing me on to the four-poster bed where we were soon naked and exploring each other's bodies. Rachel was in the process of giving me a lovely blowjob when she hopped off the bed.
"I'm sorry darling but I'm intrigued to find out what 'ladies things' Mrs X has left us. There was something about the way she said it." Rachel started sorting through the drawer, declaring after a while, "she's been very thoughtful. We've got a padel and a riding crop, for my arse or hers I guess, silk ropes, lube, blindfolds, a vibrator, some uniforms, a butt plug and a strap on." Rachel brandished each item as she called them out.
"You can forget any ideas you might have about fucking my arse darling," I told her.
"Spoil sport. I do like the idea of being tied to a four poster and fucked. Would you oblige Tom?"
"Of course I will."
Rachel was soon spread out on the bed, face down and with a pillow shoved under her stomach so her bum and pussy were available to me. I love nothing more than eating Rachel out from behind as tonguing both her holes seems to make her even wetter than usual. I think the act of being restrained turns her on and it definitely excites me. I moved from eating Rachel to pushing my cock in to her mouth whilst I caressed her bum, slapping it occasionally with my palm. I thought how nice it would be if Mrs X walked through the door, a thought that made me throb inside Rachel's throat, but that didn't seem to be on the cards as I started fucking Rachel's pussy hard, driving her towards a climax with my own seeming to be a long way away.
"Oh my God, it must be the angle Tom, but your cock is driving me crazy." Rachel moaned as I fucked her.
She raised her bum a little and I felt her fingers reach underneath to diddle her clit as she started thrashing about, clearly racing towards a climatic finish.
When that climax arrived, it was big, but I didn't cum at the same time for once. I thought I'd be cheeky, literally, and moved to lick Rachel's arsehole in readiness to fuck it but I was met with a hand resisting my endeavours.
"I'm sorry darling, I'm just too sensitive at the moment. I'll pay you back later, I promise, but we should be getting ready now."
Trying to get dressed in black tie is not easy with blue balls and a semi hard prick but that's where I found myself, constantly being presented with temptation as Rachel dressed up in an amazing lingerie set and, just before the ball gown went on, she cruelly asked me to push the butt plug in to her.
With only 10 minutes to go before we were due downstairs this was the ultimate tease, a situation that made me wonder if they'd deliberately conspired to make me as frustrated and backed up as possible. Whatever the truth was Rachel, at the least, was going to be on the receiving end of a spanking and a good hard ass fucking later.
I'll skip most of the details of drinks downstairs and then the meal, bringing us to the end of the evening where I was slow dancing with Rachel. I had remained sober as, by the time it became apparent that the taxi was letting us down, I had only managed a sip of beer where the ladies and Mr X had made a good dint into some champers. Again, more frustrations that needed to be vented later.
"What are you thinking Tom? You feel hard." Rachel half whispered as we danced.
"I'm thinking how I'm going to fuck you into the new millennium later, whilst I spank your delicious behind with the paddle Mrs X left us."
"That's nice darling. Any thoughts on how you might make Mrs X lick your cum out of there too?"
"Stop it, Rachel. I doubt that will happen, she seems to be having quite the talking to with Mr X."
On the way home Mrs X and Rachel sat in the back and appeared to be having a giggly girlie chat, most of which I couldn't make out as Mr X was talking loudly at me, slurring away as he related some story to me, much of it wafting over me as it was incoherent bollocks.
"You'll have to have a snifter when we get home Tom what with having to drive. I've got this very rare malt I think the turn of the millennium warrants." That piqued my interest slightly, but I'd still rather whisk Rachel to bed.
"I think you've had quite enough to drink darling," was Mrs X's interjection.
"Balderdash. I've got the constitution of a bull." Was his reply.
The mood was frosty when we got back with Mr X dragging me in to his study for a drink whilst Mrs X baulked at him that he could sleep in his own room if he was going to drink even more. She later handed me a cup of cocoa as she briefly entered the study to say Rachel and her were off to sleep. The scotch was delicious, as was the cocoa, but Mr X had definitely reached his limit as I soon found myself supporting him to his bedroom.
"Bloody bitch has shut her door, Tom. That's our rule, bedroom door open means I'm allowed in, if it's shut, I'm confined to my barracks."
He shook my hand as I delivered him to his door. I watched as he rolled on to his bed fully clothed and almost immediately started snoring. I was quite forlorn when I walked towards our room as I doubted Rachel would have stayed awake for another hour or so which meant I'd missed my opportunity for fun.
This was confirmed as I entered the room which was pitch black. I quickly undressed, cleaned my teeth in the en-suite and moved towards the bed.
The giggling happened as I tried to enter my side of the bed to find Mrs X, naked, I realised as my eyes had adjusted to the light, with Rachel fingering her gently.
