Monday, December 18, 2017

Xmas Party Blowjob

We arrived home from the Xmas party on Saturday at about 2am, Sunday morning.  It should have been a lot sooner considering we'd left the party at 11.30pm, but my wife bless her had in typical fashion suggested two other couples share our Uber so we could drop them off on the way. This pissed me off because I knew exactly what was going to happen, and it did.

Our route home was going to take us through the city, and as soon as we got there someone suggested we stop at a hip little cocktail bar for 'just one drink'. My wife thought that was a great idea of course, so we stopped. As if it hadn't been planned all along, even though I knew it had. If we had six paragraphs spare I'd tell you which of her friends was responsible (who I dislike because she's a needy damaged demanding Princess) but I know you want the sex bits so let's jump to that.

At 12.30am we'd all finished our round of drinks (you know, those 'cocktails' that are essentially a huge ice cube only slightly smaller than the glass itself, to which they pour over a shot of whiskey/gin/bourbon/vodka and then add a 'twist' of something and charge you double what they charge for a traditional drink) so I suggested we call it a night and get another Uber. They were all quite drunk so there was no point in staying and I was quite keen to go home and fuck my wife.

The latter part I kept to myself, but maybe I should have mentioned it because I was outvoted and another round was ordered. At 1.30am it really was time to go home. but not before I had to endure the others all asking each other what my wife was doing up at the bar, and 'was she paying?', and oh no we can't let her pay, we must all get up and pay our share and we will, except we won't, we'll just keep sitting here talking about how we mustn't let her pay - until she actually does. At which point we'll finally get up and say 'oh, you didn't pay for all of us did you?' and 'oh, you're so naughty paying for all of us, you didn't have to do that, I was just getting up to pay myself.'

That's one of the lesser joys of being rich. All your 'friends' just assume you can/will pick up the tab, and they'll sit on their wallets until you do. (Our real friends don't, the ones who knew us before my wife hit the jackpot - they always split the bill). My wife paid for the two Ubers too. One to the bar, and the other from the bar to our house - which involved various detours to drop off the other four of course. But I digress...

This BabyDoll negligee best approximates my wife's party dress.
Obviously it wasn't as see through as this, and it had a lower hemline.
By 2am we were finally home and I was in a squirly mood. I'd been wanting to have sex with her since five o'clock that afternoon. That was when my wife first put on the dress she had bought specifically for the party but now thought was see through. "You can see through both the dress and the slip underneath it, can't you?" she wailed, "I can't wear this!"

I looked at her and lied. "No, you can't see through it - it's fine. Yes, the dress is very sheer, but the slip stops anyone from seeing anything" I reassured her, even though the slip (sewn into the sheer cocktail dress) did in fact hide nothing. "You look very sexy, and besides, no-one will stare at your crotch because it would be too obvious they're perving."

That was a complete lie, I knew plenty of guys at the party who would not only stare but debate amongst themselves how much of my wife they could see.

Which didn't bother me in the slightest.

I'd already seen the dress when my wife first tried it on in the shop. I knew exactly how revealing it was, and I'd urged to her buy it over the other option specifically for that reason. Not that I told her that. What I did tell her was that it was very sheer, very short, but very very sexy. I said she should buy it and wear it now, while she still could, while she still had the body for it. And honestly, even though she's over fifty she did carry it off beautifully. There aren't many women her age who could.

So as I gazed at her in our bedroom and clearly saw the dark outline of her nipples underneath her dress, which was so sheer you couldn't wear a bra without ruining the line of the dress, I said nothing. And then there was the triangle of what may or not be her pussy below (honestly, you couldn't tell for sure - but your imagination did fill in the blanks) to which I also said nothing. Instead I told her she looked fantastic and you couldn't see anything. Besides it would be dark at the party and no-one would look, I assured her. She wasn't fully convinced so she swapped her 'nude' panties for a spaghetti thong, and decided that was better - not realizing that it meant her rear end was now clearly bare assed - and off we went. With a jacket under her arm 'just in case'.

And so it was that at 2am I was determined to get my wife to do what I had first thought of before we'd left the house that evening. I wanted her on her knees, in that outfit, and sucking my cock.

Luckily for me my wife had almost the same idea.

On the last leg of our Uber ride home, when we were alone in the back seat, my wife had sat close to me and placed her hand on my leg. Which I moved to my crotch, letting her know I was hard. This intrigued her greatly, because she started rubbing it and making it harder. I had an actual tentpole in my pants, it was sticking up and everything, and my wife made no attempt the 'straighten me out'.

In fact she tried to make it worse. She started gripping my cock and rubbing her hand up and down like she was giving me a hand job. Which she was, of sorts, I suppose. Then, as we got closer to our home, she leaned over and whispered into my ear "I'm gonna have to suck that when we get home" This just made my cock even harder again, and it was getting quite painful now, straining against the fabric of my pants.

And so it was that when we got home and went to our bedroom I sat on the small wooden step ladder in our walk-in wardrobe and told her to get down on her knees and suck my cock. "What?" she said, as if my instructions had not been clear. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock" I repeated, "you said you would and I've been looking forward to it all night - since even before we left for the party, if you must know."

To reiterate the point I stood up, dropped my pants, and sat down again. My stiff cock jutted out, erect and proud. She looked at it, then at me, and then dropped to her knees. Kneeling at my feet she attempted to lift the dress up and over her head but I told her 'Hell No!' and instructed her to leave it on. She didn't argue and instead simply lent forward and suckled my cock.

I say suckled because that's exactly how she did it. She was very gentle and almost reverent, like she was taking Holy Communion. My cock was already rock hard and very keen to fuck her mouth, but I resisted the urge. Gripping the seat of the step ladder I arched my back and spread my legs a little wider. She shuffled in closer and started sucking me harder and faster, fondlng my balls for good measure. It felt really good and I told her so,

It wasn't long before I really wanted to fuck her face, but instead I just gently placed my hands on the back of her head and let her bob up and down on my dick. It was almost as good - but not quite. As I sensed my lust rising beyond my control (meaning I wanted to grab her hair with both hands and really fuck her mouth) I stopped myself and told her I was ready to cum now.  "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, gently "in your mouth, your pussy, or on your tits?"

Looking at it from this angle the hemline was definitely about
halfway between the bottom of her butt and the back of her knee.
Or maybe a little higher. It was short and flirty, but with no open back.
She didn't reply. Instead she stood up, lifted her dress up and off over her head, and then placed it neatly to one side. When she was done she lay down on the carpet, flat on the floor. Her legs spread slightly as her ankles touched the sides of the step ladder I was still sitting on.  I looked down at her as she lay splayed before me. Somehow, some where, she had lost her thong and was now flat on her back completely naked. Her hands were flopped by her side and she said softly "Come on my tits"

I'd never seen my wife so submissive but considering how drunk we both were I figured she had lain down just to stop the room from spinning. I was not similarly affected so I started wanking my cock in earnest, tugging it hard and fast because I was hot, horny, and desperate to cum. My wife remained flat on the floor but after staring at me jacking my cock she began rubbing her cunt and squeezing her tits. Her hands alternated between the two and the rotations became quite random. One minute she had her left hand on her pussy and the right on one of her boobs. Then she swapped over and stroked her wet slit with her right hand and grabbed her left nipple with her left hand. And then she had both hands on her pussy or both hands on her breasts.

She was moaning and squirming a little but I suspected although she was getting close she wasn't going to cum that way. She was too drunk. I hopped down off my step ladder and dove down between her legs. My tongue lashed her pussy and with a few quick strokes I could tell that she was very wet. Wet enough for my cock. I lay down and tried to enter her but she resisted, so I stopped. Without a word she rolled over, got up on all fours, and 'dog walked' around the corner.

I'll admit I was confused now and she seemed to be gone for ages, but it probably wasn't. She returned, still walking on all fours, with a tube of KY jelly. She may be drunk but she knew 'safety first!'

She lay back down in the exact position she'd left, squirted out a generous amount of KY, and then lubed up her pussy. She then squirted a little more onto her fingertips and held those up to me. I shuffled forward, between her legs, and she reached down and lubed up my cock. When she thought I had enough she stopped, and started fingering her clit and labia. She gave her pussy a good rubbing and then I remembered it was my turn.

Maybe I was a little alcohol impaired too.

I mounted her and started thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy. Placing all the weight on my arms I rose up high and started moving so it was just my dick slicing in and out of her wet hole. The root of my cock rubbed against her clit. She was moaning her appreciation but for me the position was unsustainable. I dropped back down on my knees and lifted her legs up and around my forearms. I pumped my cock in and out her pussy and she flopped beneath my like a rag doll. She was completely passive but the panting and the vein pulsing on her neck gave her away. She was loving it.

I was enjoying it too but I was nowhere near coming, even though I desperately wanted to. Alcohol fatigue had kicked in, and even though I wasn't suffering from 'brewers droop' I just couldn't quite get there. "Let's go to bed" I said, having tired of the carpeted floor. The bed was indeed softer, and I lay my wife down on it. On her stomach. As soon as I pulled her legs apart my wife knew what was coming next. She reached down and started fingering her clit as I sidled up behind her.

Her ass looked magnificent, and even better when I placed my hand on one round butt cheek and pulled it up - exposing her sex to me. My other hand was on my cock, which I was now fisting. My wife reached back with one hand and pulled up the other cheek, revealing her asshole, as she continued to frig her clit. She looked so hot and wanton in the darkness and I regretted having turned the dimmer switch down so low. I wanted to see more of her.

My wife hadn't said a word, and she looked so passive lying there. If it wasn't for her busy fingers working her pussy faster and faster I might not have known she was into it. I broke the silence by telling her I was ready to cum now, and I pulled her butt cheek wider. She matched me with her hand,  grabbing the other butt cheek and pulling that one up too. Her whole ass was open wide to me now. "I'm gonna cum now" I grunted, "in your hole... your.dirty.hole..."

With the last comment I thrust forward, jamming my cock between her legs and came. I didn't push far enough to enter her, just enough to get my head in her warm ass crack. She arched her back and moaned as I flooded her with my seed, making a hot sticky mess back there as I filled her ass crack. I didn't thrust, I just pulsed, my ejaculate spurting forth of it's own accord. It felt good but the orgasm was fleeting, I was so tired. I rolled over and passed out.

When I woke up in the morning I found my wife in exactly the same spot as last night, my cum now dry between her ass cheeks. I knew she would be mad when she woke up so I crept out and snuck downstairs, ultimately passing out on the sofa again.

Damn those drinks with the giant ice cubes...!


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This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday
Click the link for shorter stories than this one! (Which could have been much longer had I not ditched the entire bit about the Xmas party, which served alcohol by the barrel and everyone got very very drunk)

12 comments:

  1. That was a fun little after party adventure. I would like to think she wouldn't be mad.
    -CimmerianSentiment

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    1. No, she didn't mention it (the dried cum on her buttcrack) when she finally got up. She was a little hungover!

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  2. That was a bit of a hot session - see what an amazing wife you have ;-)

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  3. I could feel your (totally justified) annoyance at the after party drinks AND your need to fuck her face. Wish you could have but the end result seemed pretty damn delightful to me. :)

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    1. Yeah, we got there in the end. I’m not sure if I conveyed it well enough in the story, but my wife was quite ‘sleepy drunk’ by the time we got home. She was very quiet and compliant, both of which are rare for her. In hindsight I guess I could have taken more advantage of that (submission) but at the time my own thinking was quite linear as well.
      The problem with facefucking is that it can get quite wild and if someone is alcohol impaired then you run the risk of them throwing up!

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  4. It may have seemed put off at first with the unsolicited stop but thankfully it all ended quite happily.

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    1. I hate to be the 'glass half empty' guy but I still would have preferred if we'd got home a little earlier and a little more sober. But all's well that ends well I guess!

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  5. It was a hot story! Sometimes my OH doesn't get to see the nice underwear I wore all night if he gets drunker than me & is snoring by the time I get to bed!

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    1. Your hubby is missing out big time!

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  6. Finally managed to get to reading this story as promised. It would have been great to read it last night before I got into some rubbing of my own, but it was such a hot read I'm happily sitting in bed enjoying the twitch instead, thanks Nero!

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