***A married couple finds a hot way to spice up their sex life on New Year’s Eve***
One of the seven hot stories from the newly released “Happy New Year – A New Year’s Eve Porn Anthology”
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by Erika Fox
Jill Mullen sat in silence as the standing passengers in front of her swayed with the motion of the train. She hated Friday commutes because everybody was trying to get home at the same time to start their weekends.
She knew from experience by the time she got to her stop, she’d be the only one left on the train. When the last passenger walked off at the stop before hers, she always glanced around to see if there were any interesting things left behind. She always found something interesting, and today was no exception.
As the train started again, she stood and walked up toward the front of the car. Something lying in one of the seats caught her eye. It was a magazine, and the ad on the back is what caught her by surprise. Everything around Christmas and New Year’s was printed in the colors of the season, and this ad was no exception. The letters were bright green on a red and white spiraled background that made the letters look like a flashing neon sign.
RING IN THE NEW YEAR WITH A BANG AND JOIN US FOR THE ANNUAL FIRST COME PARTY!
Jill sat down next to the seat with the magazine and stared at the ad for a moment before picking up the magazine. She turned it over and read the title, “Swingers Connection.” She thumbed through it and saw a bunch of personal ads of singles and couples apparently looking for others to hook up with for swinging. She felt her cheeks redden as she read one of the ads.
“SWF and boyfriend looking for other couples to share in our exploration of our bodies. Must be young, sexy, beautiful and experienced swingers, and not be afraid to have every part of your bodies explored. No newbies please.”
There was a photo of the SWF and her boyfriend beside the ad. The girl’s hand was around his hard cock, and his hand was buried between her legs. There was a voice mailbox number to call to leave a message.
There were pages full of these ads, with a few articles on the swinging lifestyle, but the ad on the back cover is what she was interested in the most. She started to read the fine print in the ad.
“For this year’s New Year’s party, we’ll be trying something new. We’ve booked a private ballroom, and we’ll be serving a gourmet meal with some hot entertainment to get things going throughout the night. For this party, only couples will be allowed, so if you’re a single be sure to hook up with someone for this event!”
Jill kept reading and was getting more intrigued with every word, not to mention aroused.
“Each couple will have their own table and dedicated wait staff, and the event will be emceed by our very own Swing Master and Mistress, the two editors of Swingers Connection. You’ll enjoy the entertainment and will be welcomed to be part of it if you’re so inclined. We’re sure the final event of the evening will leave everyone breathless!”
The ad went on to list a website where more details could be found and where you could register for the party. It was pricey, though, at $750 per couple. She rolled the magazine up and slipped it into her bag. She needed to think about whether to show it to Woody or not, but the images in the ads and the thoughts about what the entertainment might be made the butterflies in her belly flutter.
Woody had gone to bed by the time she got home, and she had spent the better part of an hour re-reading the ad for the New Year’s party and checking out more of the personal ads inside. She was getting turned on by the pictures and the descriptions of what these people wanted to do with other couples and groups of couples. She’d heard of swinging before, and she’d fantasized about it when she was a younger woman. But raising twins hadn’t left much time for anything other than good old fashioned, pedestrian, married sex, worked in when the girls were at a friend’s house or were sound asleep in the wee hours of the night.
Their girls were born when she was only nineteen, and her parents had forced Woody to marry her. She was a virgin when they had sex for the first time, and Woody thought some extra lube would lessen the pain when he popped her cherry. The only problem was he used petroleum jelly as lube. He came inside her, and when he pulled out, he saw the condom was melted and his cum was oozing out of her. She jumped in the shower in a panic and tried to rinse it all from inside her, but it was too late. She had a friend buy a pregnancy test kit a few days later, and that confirmed it. Knocked-up and nineteen. Her parents demanded Woody marry her, and he did. The twins were grown now and away at college and she and Woody were young empty-nesters.
And now she had this magazine in her hands, and was thinking about showing it to Woody in the morning. He had tried on so many occasions since the girls left for school to get her to loosen up and have more fun when they made love, but old habits are hard to break sometimes. All the stifled moans of ecstasy, the face-in-the-pillow-we-can’t-let-the-girls-hear our orgasms, her hand over Woody’s mouth to silence his groans as he emptied his seed in her so many times over the years. Maybe finding this magazine was fate telling her to loosen up, to enjoy her sexuality. She still had a great figure, and though Woody’s six-pack abs were smoother, he still had a sexy body.
She yawned, and decided she was going to show him tomorrow. If nothing else, it would tell him she was trying to get more adventurous, even if he didn’t want to go. After all, $750 is a lot of money. She rolled up the magazine and put it back in her bag and went to bed.
Jill awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and burnt toast. She got out of bed, stretched, put on her robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Woody was sipping coffee and finishing his toast when she walked in and kissed him on the cheek.
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said. “What time did you get home last night?”
“It was about nine, I guess,” Jill said as she grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. “Lots of people, probably because of the holidays.”
“I didn’t hear you come to bed,” Woody said. He licked the butter and jam from his fingers. Jill sat down with him and poured some cream in her coffee.
“I stayed up after I got back. I was a little tense, I guess.” Woody looked at her and smiled. His eyes always made her melt. They were the sweetest shade of light brown, like milk chocolate. He stared into her eyes for a moment, and he broke his gaze to take her all in. Jill fluffed at her hair, knowing she must look a mess. Woody grabbed one of her hands, and held it in his.
“I always love the way you look in the morning, Jilly,” he said. “You’re gorgeous. God, I’m a lucky man!” He lifted her hand to his mouth and peppered it with soft kisses.
“I’m a mess, Woody,” she said. “But thank you for saying I’m gorgeous.”
“I mean it, honey. But I can tell there’s something on your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you just poured salt in your coffee.” Jill looked at the salt shaker in her hand, and laughed out loud.
“Shit,” she said. Woody laughed with her.
“What’s on your mind babe,” he said. He picked up her mug and dumped it in the sink and rinsed it out. “Wanna try this again?” He poured her mug full. Jill watched him as he poured the coffee and walked back to the table.
“Woody, honey,” she started. “I have something I want to show you, but you have to promise me something first.”
“Okay,” he said, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. “What do I have to promise?”
“That you won’t think I’m a nutcase or a pervert or something,” she said.
“Seriously?” he said. The look on her face told him the answer. “Okay, I promise.”
Jill reached under the table and grabbed the rolled-up Swinger’s Connection magazine from her purse and then held it in her lap. Woody leaned over to see what she had, and she plopped it open on the table between them. The ad on the back cover stared them both in the face.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“I found it on the train last night. Somebody left it, and I found it.”
Woody glanced at the ad, and saw the words “NEW YEAR” and “PARTY” and gave Jill the oddest look she’d seen on his face in a very long while. “This is all about a New Year’s party?”
“Look closer, baby,” she said, sliding it closer to him. “And look inside.”
Jill watched the expression on her husband’s face change from confusion to understanding as he flipped through the pages. He looked up at her in surprise.
“What, you want to start swinging? Holy shit!”
“No, not swinging, I thought maybe going to that New Year’s party might be something fun for us to do.”
“So I’m not enough for you?” Woody asked. Jill could usually tell if he was serious, but not this time.
“That’s not it, honey,” Jill answered. “You’re everything to me. It’s just that…”
“…that you want to step out a little.” He always knew her thoughts before she did.
Woody looked at her, and then at the ad, and then back at her. “Seven hundred fifty bucks is a shitload of money, Jill.”
“Yeah, but when was the last time we did anything just for us?” she asked. “It’s always been about the girls, and we’re alone here and I don’t want to come home anymore and just eat dinner and fall asleep watching reality TV.” Tears welled in her eyes and she got up to look out the window and compose herself. Why am I getting so emotional about this party?
She took a sip of coffee and felt Woody’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer to him. He kissed the nape of her neck and held his lips there as he spoke.
“I was shocked, baby, that’s all,” he said. “I mean, it’s not every day a man’s wife comes home with a swinger’s magazine and asks if he’d like to go to a swinging party.”
She loved the feel of his lips on her neck and his warm breath sent shivers down her body. That always made her horny, and she felt a familiar tickle deep in her belly. She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Woody lifted her chin and wiped the tears away with his fingers and kissed her, and the only reality she knew right then was she wanted him. They made love for the first time in their house in a room other than their bedroom, with the morning sun streaming through the kitchen window.
They both sat in the middle of the kitchen floor totally naked, and Woody was browsing the website for Swinger’s Connection. Jill watched as he found the link to the New Year’s Eve party. The page had the same information as the ad did, and there was a sign-in form with a PayPal link to pay the registration fee.
“Well, what do you think?” Woody asked. “Do or not do?” Yoda was his favorite philosopher, and Jill love-slapped his arm because of it.
“Do,” she said.
“Do,” he said. He filled out the form and submitted their payment, and a page opened with more details about what the dress code was, what time to arrive, everything except where to arrive. At the bottom of the page there was a stern warning.
“You will be receiving and email shortly telling you the location of the event. You are sworn to secrecy and must not divulge the location to anyone. If the hotel we are using finds out how we plan to use their ballroom, the event will surely be cancelled and you will lose your $750.”
“I guess they’re serious, but it makes sense,” Woody said. “I guess it wouldn’t be good for the other hotel guests to know there was a swinger’s orgy going on in their ballroom!” A few moments later they received the email, and they were surprised to find the location was a five-star resort not far from where they lived.
With New Year’s Eve less than a week away, they had to get moving on the arrangements. They went shopping, and Jill bought a hot little black dress with an open back, thigh high black stockings with red lace at the top and a pair of black stiletto heels. Woody opted for the traditional black tuxedo with a flat-front white shirt and a red bow tie. They were all dressed up, and they definitely had a place to go.
They arrived at the resort promptly at 6 and the valet helped Jill out of the car as Woody walked around and gave him the keys. They walked into the lobby and asked the concierge where the Bristol Room was. He smiled and directed them to a hallway.
“Second set of double-doors on the left,” he said. “There’s a check-in table set up right outside.” The smiled, thanked him and walked toward the ballroom. Jill held Woody’s arm as they made their way.
“I’m so nervous, Woods,” Jill said. “My stomach is flip-flopping, and my knees have a funny feeling in them.”
“I know what you mean,” he replied. “But it’s not too late to turn back, if you don’t want to do this.”
“No way,” she said, pulling herself closer so she could whisper something in his ear. “It’s making me wet, too.”
Woody looked at his wife, and her smile was different. It was sexy, and her eyes were smoldering. He smiled and winked at her. He knew what she meant, because the thought of what they were about to do was making him hard.
“May I see your invitation please?” the stunning young lady at the door asked. Woody reached inside his jacket and pulled out the card they had received in the mail.
“Here you go,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. …” she paused as her bright red and green fingernails flipped through a pile of index cards. “…ah, here it is. Mullen. Yes, you’ll be seated at table 21, and as you’re new with us, you’ll be seated with one of our more…seasoned…couples, the Millers. They volunteer to help our new visitors get familiar with the particulars of our parties, so you can ask them anything you want.”
She handed them two small name tents with their names and table number. The attendant opened the door for them and they walked inside.
The ballroom was spectacular. At the center of the room was a huge round stage with four sets of stairs. In the center of the stage was a huge round bed with a pile of gold, red and green pillows stacked neat in a pyramid. Bottles of champagne chilled in buckets at the top of each stairway, one on each side. There were four large signs posted in each corner reading ‘MF’, ‘MM’, ‘FF’ and ‘AG.’ Under each sign was a table with two large wicker baskets and a plastic container between them.
A spacious, circular dance floor surrounded the stage and there were some couples dancing to the music of the live jazz quartet playing near the entrance. There was a single row of tables arranged outside the dance floor. The ring of tables was surrounded by what looked like mattresses covered with more of the gold, green and red pillows.
An usher approached them and asked for their name tents and then led them to Table 21. It looked to Jill like the Millers had arrived because there were half-full flutes of champagne at two of the places.
“Perhaps you’d like some champagne to start your evening?” the usher asked. They both nodded and the usher held up his white-gloved hand and waved. “Your waiter and waitress will be with you in a moment.”
Woody pulled out a chair for Jill, and he held it for her as she sat. As Woody took his seat, their waiter and waitress arrived. The young man was about twenty, tall and wide-shouldered with close cropped blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore tight fitting black slacks with a white tuxedo shirt and green bow tie, with a satin cummerbund.
The young lady was about the same age. Her loose curled natural red hair was past shoulder length, and her eyes were a stunning shade of green. She wore a mid-thigh length fluted black satin skirt and a white tuxedo blouse with the same bow tie. Black seamed thigh-high stockings covered her shapely legs, showing enough to reveal the garters than held them up. A pair of black high heels rounded out her uniform. Each carried a flute of champagne.
“My name is Richard,” the young man said as he handed the flute to Jill.
“And my name is Vivian,” the young lady said. Woody took the champagne from her.
“If there’s anything you need,” Richard said, “please don’t hesitate to ask us. We will be taking care of you and the Millers exclusively tonight, and our goal is to give you an unforgettable evening.
“We have an hour before the first course will be served for you,” Vivian added. “So if you’d like to dance, or just sit and enjoy your champagne, it’s all up to you.” Woody and Jill looked at each other and both said “Okay” in unison.
“You’ll probably want to introduce yourself to the Millers, too,” Richard added. “That’s them by the FF staircase.” Richard pointed toward the set of stairs pointing toward the corner with the FF sign.
“Excuse us,” Vivian said. “We’ll be back in a little while.” They both walked away. Woody stared at Vivian’s athletic body and admired her ass as it swayed. Jill marveled at Richard’s wide shoulders tapering to a slim waist, all supported by an obviously strong ass and legs.
“You must be the Mullens!”
Jill and Woody were jolted from their ogling by a deep, booming voice.
“I’m Oren Miller, and this is my wife Alexa,” the man said, extending his hand to Woody.
“Woody Mullen, yes,” he said, standing and grasping Oren’s hand and shaking it. “My wife, Jill.” Woody held his hand palm-up toward Jill. Oren held his hand out to Jill, and he took her hand like he was holding a piece of fine china. He kissed the top of her hand.
Oren Miller was average height with salt and pepper hair, bushy black eyebrows and narrow-set charcoal eyes. When he smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened and gave away his fiftyish age. He wore a black tuxedo, as everyone was required, but his shirt was bright green satin, and his bow tie was white.
Alexa’s dark auburn hair framed her young face, and her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, highlighted with the same shade of eye shadow and black eye liner. She had what Woody called bedroom eyes. Her skin was tanned and firm, and her dress hugged every curve of her body. A trophy wife for sure. Her dress was the same color and fabric as Oren’s shirt. The neckline plunged down to her navel, held together by three thin white satin bands right below her breasts. The short hem was ruffled with white lace, and she wore white sheer stockings. Her satin high heels matched the color of her dress.
“You two look amazing, don’t they dear?” Oren asked as he stared into Jill’s eyes and she felt like he was undressing her.
“So sexy, baby,” Alexa answered. She put her hands on Jill’s shoulders and leaned in and pecked a light kiss on each cheek. She repeated her kisses on Woody’s cheeks.
“Let’s sit down and chat before the evening starts,” Oren suggested by helping Alexa take her seat. Woody and Oren sat down at the same time.
Oren and Alexa began by explaining the room to them. The room was divided by the four signs, and only were important toward the end of the evening. He explained ‘MF’ was for heterosexual couples and groups, ‘FF’ was for lesbian couples, ‘MM’ was for gay male couples and ‘AG’ stood for ‘Anything Goes.’ Alexa piped in this was her favorite area of the room because nothing was taboo.
She explained as the evening went on, there would be entertainment on the stage for them to enjoy, and their waiter and waitress would be part of their own personal entertainment at their table.
Oren explained the emcees for the evening would dictate the events of the night, and each of them would be allowed to visit any or all of the four areas before deciding where they wanted to finish the evening and bring in the New Year.
“Do either of you have any questions?” Alexa asked.
“I do,” Jill said. “What are the baskets on the tables in the corners?”
“Ah, yes,” Oren answered. “I forgot to mention that, thank you. One basket is filled with condoms and the other has individual packets of lubricants of any kind you might like.”
Jill elbowed Woody in the ribs for fun, reminding him of their misfortune with petroleum jelly so many years ago.
“Hey,” he protested. “I was young and stupid, what can I say?” Jill told them the story of how their twins were conceived. They all laughed, even Woody, and the Millers assured them there were no petroleum based lubes there.
“And the box in the middle has every type of sex toy you might need or want to use,” Alexa added. “Vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, strap-ons, handcuffs, you name it. It’s probably there!”
Oren and Woody talked sports and Jill and Alexa talked fashion as the two couples got to know each other better. Vivian and Richard brought a dish of fresh strawberries and refilled their champagne, and Woody and Jill began to relax in this new experience.
“Alexa, I have to ask you,” Jill said, and she cleared her throat. “What is going to happen tonight?” The champagne and berries were sweet and tangy and her lips were tingling.
“Honestly, Jill, we don’t really know exactly.”
“You see,” Oren piped in, “Every party is different. We never know what our illustrious emcees have planned.”
“It’s all part of the excitement,” Alexa said. “Knowing, but not knowing.” Her mouth turned up in a sultry smile, she winked at Jill, and pursed her crimson lips in a kiss aimed toward Woody. “You know?”
There was an awkward moment, and then Oren leaned over and kissed his wife. Woody and Jill watched as their kiss heated up. Alexa’s tongue traced Oren’s lips, and he responded in kind. They took turns sucking each other’s tongues into their mouths, and then finished with their lips locked together in a deep kiss. Jill reached under the table and took Woody’s hand and squeezed it hard. They looked at each other, wondering if they were supposed to follow suit. Oren sensed their confusion and broke off his kiss.
“You don’t need to do exactly what we do tonight,” he said. “If you feel like kissing, go right ahead. When the party officially starts, we’ll have to do what the emcees tell us.” He nodded at them, smiled and went back to devouring his wife’s mouth.
Woody and Jill looked around the room. There were two couples at each table. Some had four women, some four men, and some like their table. At the next table, Jill saw a handsome man put a strawberry in his mouth and feed it to another gorgeous man sitting next to him. She watched as they nibbled the fruit and then kissed as it disappeared between them. On the other side of the room was a table of four women. Two of them were giggling as they watched the other two, whose faces were buried in each other’s necks and were kissing and licking each other with abandon.
Jill squeezed Woody’s hand harder. They exchanged a look, and then kissed. It was soft, sensual and tentative at first, and then Jill swirled her tongue into Woody’s mouth. Woody responded in kind, and their tongues played back and forth, tasting each other. When they pulled apart, they saw Oren and Alexa cheek-to-cheek, watching them with great interest.
“Jill?” Alexa asked. “Sometimes the best way to get comfortable with whether you’ll enjoy swinging is to start small. Would you mind if I kissed your husband?” She smiled and licked her lips, and her question hung in the air for a moment. Woody squeezed Jill’s hand again.
“Well,” Jill began. “I guess that’s one way to find out how I’m going to feel.” She looked into Woody’s eyes, and the look on his face was an odd mixture of curiosity, fear and lust all rolled into one. Jill didn’t realize it but she had the same look on her face.
“Kiss her, Woody,” Jill said. “It’s OK. I want to see if I’m going to be able to go through with this, watching you with another woman.” Woody’s mouth went dry as Alexa stood and slid her chair next to Woody, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to put her lips on Woody’s. She traced her tongue around Woody’s lips, as she’d done to her husband earlier. She made sure she held Woody’s head so Jill could see what was happening. Her tongue darted in and out of Woody’s opened lips, and he enjoyed the feeling of a strange woman’s tongue seeking his, and finding it. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled their mouths hard together and she began to kiss Woody like Jill had never kissed him.
Jill looked at her husband’s mouth being devoured by Alexa’s expert tongue and lips, and she felt a twinge between her legs and butterflies in her stomach. She watched as if she was seeing a movie, and she realized the sight before her was more than okay. She was getting turned on watching her husband with another woman.
“She’s a good kisser,” Oren said. “I think they’re enjoying themselves, don’t you?” He took Jill’s hand in his and put his other hand on top. “Woody, would you mind if I kissed Jill?”
Woody managed a muffled ‘uh-huh’ as he looked at Jill and gave her a slight nod. Oren moved next to Jill and put his arm around her and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. His cologne was spicy and sweet and his lips were warm and soft, and Jill turned her head and their lips met. Their kiss was soft at first. Oren was seducing her with his lips and tongue, and when he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of Jill’s lips, she flicked his tongue with hers. Every touch of his tongue inside her mouth made her insides flutter, and made her feel the sweet, familiar itch deep inside.
Jill looked over at Woody and watched him responding to Alexa’s sultry mouth, feeling Oren’s lips and tongue ministering to her own mouth. Woody opened his eyes and saw Jill watching him. He was mesmerized by the feeling of this gorgeous woman’s kiss, and he felt his own familiar growing twinge as he watched Jill’s tongue dance with Oren’s. Vivian and Richard arrived at the table and interrupted the two couples.
“I see you’ve started breaking them in, Mr. Miller,” Richard said. All four of them stopped and looked at Richard and Vivian and offered sheepish smiles all around. “It’s perfectly all right, as long as it doesn’t go past the kiss!”
“Yes, Richard,” Oren answered. “We were making sure our friends here were comfortable watching their mate be intimate with another, before the night begins.”
“An excellent idea,” Vivian said. “In a few minutes the lights will dim and we’ll bring the first course. From this point on, it’s important any intimate contact be only according to the emcees’ direction.”
Vivian and Richard held hands and gave a slight bow and excused themselves and Jill noticed the other tables’ wait staff were in perfect unison as they walked to the outer edge of the room and toward the kitchen doors. True to their word, the lights dimmed in the ballroom, and the set of stage lights were brought up to illuminate the stage in the center of the room.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a loud, deep voice came from the PA speakers. “Welcome to the First Come New Year’s Eve party!” A single spotlight shone one a couple walking hand in hand down one of the four paths leading to the staircases at the stage. The man speaking was dressed in a traditional black tuxedo, and the woman was wearing a full-length sequined red gown sparkling in the spotlight.
“We hope you’ve been enjoying the evening so far,” the woman said. “And we know it’s only going to get better as the evening undresses.”
“Don’t you mean unfolds, dear?” She slapped his arm in jest, and then mocked a laugh together.
“No, I mean un-DRESS!” she said, and the room exploded in pulsing techno dance music and swirling multi-colored lights. The waiters and waitresses strutted down the four aisles and broke off to go to their assigned tables. Each had a tray in hand, and once they arrived they placed the trays on the tables and they started dancing and grinding against each other.
Richard and Vivian strutted hand-in-hand around their table. They both tore off their shirts, the bow ties still around their necks. Richard’s chest and abs were smooth and chiseled, and when he stopped next to Alexa she put her open hand on his chest and explored his bare torso. Vivian wore a see-through white lace and satin bustier with half-cups, and she stopped next to Oren. He put his hand on her belly, and then let the palm of his hand make circles over each of her exposed nipples. They were the longest nipples Woody had ever seen.
“Our first course is an appetizer of Oysters Rockefeller, served with a side of tongue,” the man announced over the throbbing music. Vivian picked up an oyster and stood behind Woody. She put her hand around his head and put the shell to his lips, and then bent down to his ear.
“Let it slide in your mouth, Woody,” she whispered and tipped the shell up. “Please enjoy my tongue while you savor the taste.” Just as the slick, buttery oyster slid in his mouth she swirled her tongue around his earlobe and purred. He looked across to Jill, who was getting the same treatment from Richard.
The feeling of Richard’s lips and tongue on Jill’s ear made her whole body tingle. She squeezed her thighs together as the salty, buttery taste of the oyster filled her mouth. She looked over at Woody. His eyes were shut and Vivian was bathing his neck with her tongue. She glanced over at Oren and Alexa and saw them holding each other’s face while their tongues danced. The two waiters then took two more oysters and fed Oren and Alexa in the same way.
They were each fed five oysters, and each time the tongues of their servants became more aggressive on the necks of their guests. They finished by each eating an oyster themselves, and they drizzled the butter and juices down their bare skin. They proceeded to clean each other with their tongues, licking and sucking each other’s nipples and swirling their tongues together in a deep kiss.
Richard held Vivian in his arms and they turned toward the Millers and the Mullens, and then strutted their way back toward the kitchen.
“What a wonderful first course,” Oren said. He leaned toward his wife and kissed her hard. Woody and Jill followed suit with a passionate kiss, breaking it off to hold each other.
“Woody, I’m so fucking turned on,” Jill whispered in his ear. “I loved watching that hot redhead licking and kissing you.” She put her hand between his legs and felt how hard Vivian had made him.
“I think you can feel how horny I am, babe,” he whispered back.
While they held each other, they looked around the room and saw table after table with couples kissing, licking, and groping one another. Woody saw a table full of gorgeous blonde women were paired off and were devouring each other’s mouths. In the other direction, Jill watched a table of four men. A fit, bald black man was trailing his tongue up and down the neck of a handsome white man, and his blue eyes met Jill’s and he smiled and darted his tongue out to lick the ear of his lover.
“Look around, Woody,” she said. “Everybody’s licking somebody.” Woody answered by lowering his mouth to Jill’s ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and his hot breath in her ear made her shiver and squirm.
“It’s fuckin’ hot,” he whispered. “Make me hot with your tongue.” Jill dropped her head and she licked and sucked at Woody’s neck while he kept up his attack on her neck. They were squirming and moaning, and they could hear a similar chorus of oohs and moans rising when the music stopped as quickly as it had started and the room went completely black.
They heard a new song start, and Jill recognized it immediately. It was Ravel’s Bolero, one of the longest and most passionate pieces of classical music ever written. The lights came up on the center stage, but stayed darkened in the rest of the room. The emcees were standing on the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the woman in the sparkling red dress said. “We hope you enjoyed the appetizer!” The room erupted in applause.
“Your main course is being served,” the man said, “and we hope you enjoy the entertainment here on the center stage as you enjoy the delicious Braised Duck Breast in Truffle Cream Sauce.”
The lights in the room came up and the wait staff make their way out of the kitchen holding a plate in each hand. Each of the girls was completely naked except for a green or red g-string and their stockings and garter belts. Each of the men wore one of the new one-sided thongs the same color as their partner’s g-string.
They brought the plates to their tables without saying a word and then they all made their way to the stage and sat side by side on the edge of the round bed. The food smelled amazing, and the two couples put their napkins in their laps and began to eat. Oren was the first to taste the duck with the truffle sauce, and the loud ‘mmmm’ that came from his mouth signaled his approval.
Woody and Jill looked at each other as they put a forkful in their mouths, and they were blown away by the flavor, too. It was rich, decadent and delicious, and they both rolled their eyes with their own moans of culinary satisfaction.
Oren and Alexa and Woody and Jill didn’t say much as they enjoyed their meal because moments after they started, the lights in the room dimmed again. A mirrored ball descended from the center of the stage, washing the room with swirling multi-colored lights. The servers had all gathered on stage and were seated around the outside of the bed and held each other around the waist.
“Please enjoy watching as your wait staff has an opportunity to show you how glad they are to have you all here tonight,” the female emcee announced. “Staff, let the entertainment…” She paused. “Begin!”
With her word, they turned toward a partner next to them and began to swirl their tongues together. Woody and Jill watched as the couples–some male with male, some female with female, some male with female–became gradually more intense with their mouths and tongues. Hands and fingers found their way to nipples and breasts as the group’s arousal began to be obvious. The men’s cocks were getting hard, and they stood to remove the tiny thongs they were wearing. When they sat back down, they turned their attention to their partner on the other side, and the kissing continued.
Woody and Jill watched the stage with amazement. The staff had all made their way onto the bed and were writing and moaning as they touched and kissed and licked and rubbed.
“It’s hard to eat and watch them at the same time, isn’t it?” Oren asked. His deep voice jolted Woody and Jill out of their trance. “I promise, things will get more intense, and soon. I’d recommend you finish up your duck.”
“Oh, Oren, stop being such a clock watcher,” Alexa said. “Let them enjoy the show. We’ve got time before the clock strikes midnight.” Jill and Woody looked at them, and then back at the stage, and then down at their main course.
“Yeah, eat, you’re right,” Woody said. His mouth was agape as he watched the orgy unfolding on stage. Jill picked up her fork and took a mouthful of the tender duck breast, and her other hand found its way to Woody’s cock. When he felt her hand on his cock, he turned to her and was so taken by the sight of her eyes dripping with lust he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. She squeezed his hardness and they both moaned into each other’s mouths.
Woody slid his hand up Jill’s thigh and felt her legs part. She wanted his hand on her pussy, to feel his fingers pull aside her panties and to feel herself gush with the wetness soaking her as he put his fingers inside her.
“Whoa, there,” Oren said as he saw the newbies getting ahead of things. “No groping and touching by the guests until the emcee says so!” He wagged a playful finger at Woody and Jill, and they broke off their kissing and fondling like two teens getting caught playing together. Their faces were flushed.
“Um, well,” Woody stammered. “Yeah, I guess all this stimulation is new for us.”
“Don’t worry,” Alexa said. “Things will go quicker now I think.”
The orgy on stage had built to a crescendo that matched the music, and the writhing and moaning of the waiters and waitresses was intense. But none of them had come, and as the song ended they paired off and returned to the kitchen. The emcees were seated on the edge of the bed and were watching their guests dine. Woody and Jill and Oren and Alexa finished their main course without much talk. Richard and Vivian appeared and took their dishes from the table, and both were completely nude. Richard’s cock was rock hard and Vivian’s nipples were, too. All four at the table watched their staff walk back to the kitchen.
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for desert?” The emcee’s voice boomed and everyone applauded.
“And we are, too!” The woman in the red glittering gown pointed in the direction of the kitchen and then gave a thumbs-up. “Our dessert for tonight is Honey Lavender Ice Cream served with Milk Chocolate Wafers and Vanilla Tea,” she announced.
The lighting in the room turned to a deep purple, and Madonna’s “Erotic” played on the sound system. The Mullen’s and the Miller’s watched as Richard and Vivian strutted toward their table with their desserts. Richard kissed Jill and Alexa as he served them, and Vivian kissed Oren and Woody as she served them.
“We hope you’ve enjoyed our service tonight,” they said in unison. “And we’ve got one more thing for you to enjoy as you finish your desserts.”
Richard removed the centerpiece from the table and placed it on the floor under the table. He climbed on the table and lay on his back. Vivian walked to the other side of the table and climbed over Richard so they were in a sixty-nine position.
“Enjoy yourselves as we enjoy each other,” they said in unison, and then they began to pleasure each other.
Vivian took his long cock into her mouth and sucked on the tip. She swirled her tongue around and around until his hips started to rise and fall. With one smooth motion, she lowered her face all the way down, taking his whole length into her throat. She kept repeating the swirling and deep-throating and the rising and falling became bucking and thrusting.
Richard’s tongue parted Vivian’s swollen pussy lips, and pulled her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned and her hips started to roll back and forth as she felt his tongue circle her clit, then dip into her hole, and then circle the puckered rosette of her ass.
All the while they were rocking and moaning, the four at the table ate their ice cream and chocolate and sipped their tea and stared at the mutual oral sex happening in front of them. These two gorgeous people were so engrossed in each other, and their pleasure grew with each lick, each suck, each thrust and hump and finger.
Jill looked around at the other tables, and the same scene was playing out there as well. Every table had its servers on the table. Some were fucking, some were in sixty-nines, and some were facing each other and masturbating. With every second, she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and the tingling and butterflies deep in her belly grew.
“Woody, this is making me so fucking horny.”
“Me too.” Woody’s words were hoarse and dry.
“Us too,” Alexa said. She had a hand on her breast and was squeezing it as she watched Richard sucking on Vivian’s swollen clit while her head bobbed up and down on Richard’s glistening cock.
“Only a while to go, my friends,” Oren offered matter-of-factly, and then he smiled. “Twenty minutes to midnight.” He motioned to the stage, and they all saw the emcee and the woman in the red dress were completely naked as well.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said the emcee. “You are free to make your way to the area of your choice. You may remain clothed, or remove your clothes as you see fit. If you want to watch, you may watch. If you want to join in with someone or a group, please ask first. You may do anything consensual between you and whomever you’re with, but there is only one thing you absolutely may not do.”
The emcee broke out into a huge grin as he took the woman in red’s hand. “You may NOT have an orgasm before midnight!” Everyone groaned and then some nervous laughter and light applause broke out as he continued.
“What I want you all to do is to get yourselves more aroused than you’ve ever been. I want you to be so in need of orgasm that you ache. Ladies, I want your pussies to be dripping and throbbing, so close that just one little hot breath on your clit will put you over the edge.
“Men, I want your cocks so hard they hurt,” the woman in red broke in. “I want to see them twitching, dripping with pre-cum, their veins pulsing and so ready to come that the slightest touch will make you explode.”
The whole crowd erupted in applause and cheers, and then it became totally quiet for a moment. The music rose and the lights pulsed between shades of red and blue.
“You have about fifteen minutes to get yourselves ready for the first come of the New Year!” The emcee and his partner said in unison. “Begin!”
And they did. Jill and Woody watched Oren and Alexa rip their clothes off and Oren pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her deeply.
“When in Rome?” Jill said. She pulled Woody to her and sucked his tongue into her mouth as she pulled his jacket down over his arms. He shook it off while Jill ripped his shirt open and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. They were a blur of flying clothing until they were as naked as everyone else in the room.
“Let’s walk around and watch first,” Woody said. “Might as well do what the man said. Let’s get fucking horny, baby.” He took her hand and they walked through the “MF” area.
The two couples seated next to them had arranged their chairs in a close circle. The men sat across from the women, and all four of them were masturbating as they watched each other. The men stroked their cocks while the women watched and slipped their fingers into their silky wet pussies. Jill squeezed Woody’s hand tighter and he felt his mouth getting dry as he watched the four of them moaning and fucking themselves.
As they made their way to the FF area, they saw couples bucking against each other in sixty-nines, men and women giving lap dances to their partners, and two couples had arranged themselves in a circle, the women sucking cocks and the men licking and sucking on the girls’ clits.
Woody and Jill stopped and watched them for a moment. Jill felt the familiar butterflies of arousal build inside her, and she felt a drop of her wetness trickle down the inside of her thigh. She pulled Woody to her with one hand around his neck and let the other find the softness of Woody’s cock, and she kissed him hard with her tongue finding his.
“Oh fuck, Woody, this is so hot. I’m getting so turned on, are you?” She gave his cock a playful squeeze and smiled. Her eyes smoldered with lust.
“What do you think?” He pulsed his cock hard and it thickened in her hand. His hand found its way to her soaked pussy, and he thrust one finger inside her and rubbed against her most sensitive spot inside. They moaned into each other’s mouths for a moment.
“I want to see the rest of the room, and we only have ten minutes left,” Jill said, and she pulled Woody by the cock into the FF area. Some of the couples in the FF area were paired off, some were by themselves masturbating with huge rubber dildos and vibrators, and other had grouped together in a writhing mass of pussies and tongues and fingers…and moans.
Woody had noticed the room had filled with the sounds of sexual abandon, and there was the distinct smell of sex in the room. As they walked through the section, women were reaching out and touching them, some fondling Jill’s breasts as they passed. They saw another group of women all wearing strap-ons, and were walking hand-in-hand through the maze of women pleasing each other, stopping to let them suck on their rubber cocks.
The next area was the MM area. Neither of them had ever watched men please each other and they both watched. Jill had always wanted to watch men have sex together, and she felt her butterflies turn to intense tingles as she watched a group of three men in a circle sucking each other’s cocks. They were so fit and handsome, and she watched them lick and suck their partners’ cocks as they fondled and stroked and probed their nipples and balls and assholes. Woody watched, but he didn’t feel the same arousal as Jill.
Woody looked at the clock and saw it was five minutes until midnight, and he tapped Jill on the shoulder and pointed at the clock.
“Okay, babe,” Jill said. “I can tell this isn’t for you, but I think it’s fucking hot!”
“I’m glad you like it, but it’s not my kinda thing,” Woody said. “Let’s go see the AG section and then get back to our table so we can be ready for whatever’s going to come next!”
Jill knelt down and sucked Woody’s cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She looked up into his eyes, and pulled his entire length into her throat. Woody loved seeing her deep blue eyes staring up at him, and the feeling of her warm mouth and throat spasming around his cock while she stared into his soul made his knees weak and his cock come to life again.
“That’s better, baby. Let’s see what’s happening in the Anything Goes section!” She stood and pulled him by the cock again, and they made their way into the AG area.
Neither of them had ever seen some of the things happening in front of them. One table had four men bent over it, and their heads met in the middle. They were flicking each other’s tongues, and around the outside the four men were being fucked in the ass, two of them by women wearing strap-ons and the other two by men.
Beside another table, a woman was sandwiched between two men. One had is cock in her ass and the other pounded away at her pussy. A third man was getting his cock sucked by the woman, and the guy fucking her ass was sucking on it, too.
One table had a man tied naked and face-up on the top of the table. He had a red ball strapped into his mouth, and a woman dressed in black, shiny lingerie was flogging his angry red and engorged cock with a whip. Right next to it, a woman was staked out on a table with her legs spread wide and tied with ropes. Her nipples were pinched in clothespins, and her pussy was stretched wide open with metal clamps. She had a glass chamber with a vacuum tube coming off the top, and her lover had sucked the air out so her clit was screaming red and half-way up the tube. She was moaning louder than anyone around, and her vocal arousal reminded Woody and Jill they needed to get back to their table soon.
As they made their way through the AG section and back around to their table, they saw and heard and felt the arousal growing in the room. Every hand and finger was busy giving pleasure to a hard cock or a wet pussy or a tight asshole, and to holes and fleshy folds Woody and Jill could never have imagined.
“We have three minutes to First Come! Everyone get ready!” The emcees voice boomed in the room, and there was a flurry of activity of couples finding their final place for the big finale of the night. There were more couples than Woody and Jill wanting to look around.
When they got back to their table, they found Alexa on the table with her legs spread wide. Oren was kneeling between her legs, and he was bathing her pussy with long, slow strokes. She saw Woody and Jill and motioned for them to come over to the table, and they did.
“May I?” Alexa asked, and reached out and stroked Jill’s puffy wet pussy lips. Without a word, she dipped her middle finger inside and rubbed her thumb in circles around Jill’s hard and engorged clit. “And bring your cock over here, Woody.”
She shifted on the table and sucked Woody’s cock into her mouth. Woody and Jill leaned together and their tongues met. She felt Alexa’s fingertip massaging her g-spot and her thumb was bringing her so close to coming, and Woody felt her mouth sucking on the head of his cock while her rough and wet tongue slid side to side underneath.
“One minute!” They heard the emcee but it didn’t register. Oren had risen and he was dipping the head of his huge cock between Alexa’s swollen pussy lips to get it lubricated.
“I want you to fuck my ass, Oren,” Alexa begged. She pulled her legs higher and lifted her hips from the table. Oren put a small pillow under her hips so he had the perfect angle to enter her dark hole. He pushed his cock into her pussy to get it wet, and then lubed her puckered little hole with his spit. She moaned as he pushed against her, and the head of his cock entered her tight asshole with a plop.
“The trick is to make sure you come at the moment the clock strikes midnight!” the emcee said. Jill glanced at the stage and saw the woman in red riding the emcee’s cock. They were surrounded on the huge bed by the entire staff, including Vivian and Richard, who were locked in a savage sixty-nine among the other staff couples that were in every manner of lusty abandon.
The seconds ticked away as the whole room began to hum with an increasing frenzy of moans and the most intense noises signaling the impending simultaneous orgasms of a huge group of people. Jill had bent over the table and was kissing Alexa full on the lips, and they tasted each other as their husbands’ cocks pounded them closer and closer.
“Play with your clit while I fuck your ass, Lexie,” Oren demanded, and she complied. Her fingers began a slow circle at the top of her slit, and built in speed as the rhythm of Oren’s cock in her ass sped up.
“And you too, Jill. I want all of us to come together!” Jill’s hand found its way to her clit, and it was harder and more sensitive than she had ever remembered. She was afraid to rub it too much, though, because she was so very close. She didn’t want to come before midnight.
“Fuck me, Woody! Fuck me hard, I want to come so bad!” Woody watched his cock sliding in and out of Jill’s pussy. It was glistening wet, and he felt his balls start to tighten like they always did. But this time it was different, more intense, and he felt like when he did come he would pass out. He grabble Jill’s beautiful soft, round hips and pulled her against him, burying his cock as far as it would go. He loved to fuck her from behind because her ass was so fucking gorgeous. Woody watched Oren’s cock pistoning in and out of Alexa’s ass while she finger fucked her pussy with one hand and strummed her clit with the other.
“Ten.” Alexa looked Woody in the eyes and mouthed ‘Fuck her good.’ She reached above her and held on the edge of the table.
“Nine.” Oren’s thrusting into Alexa’s ass was making the table rock, and he looked down to see Jill’s tongue flicking Alexa’s nipple. Woody looked up from watching his slippery cock in Jill’s wet cunt and saw Vivian and Richard holding hands next to their table. Vivian moved so that she was behind Woody, and she reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Richard stroked his cock inches away from Jill’s and Alexa’s faces.
“Eight.” Alexa turned her head and looked at the table next to theirs. There were four women sitting around the edge of the table, leaning back against each other so they could lick and nibble on each other’s necks. She could see the wide shoulders of one of the men, muscular and glistening in the pulsing light. His strong ass contracting and thrusting as he pumped his cock into his partner’s cunt. Her face was contorted in pure bliss, her mouth open, a pixie-haired blonde sucking and licking her neck and her heels dug into her man’s ass as he pummeled her.
“Seven.” Woody looked at a table in the distance and he saw a man on all fours on a tabletop, facing him. Another man was behind him, and with every thrust of his cock into his partner’s ass the table rocked and both men’s eyes opened wider. He felt Vivian’s finger circling his asshole, and the feeling was wonderful. Jill had turned her body so she could suck Richard’s cock. She tasted his precum as her mouth devoured him.
“Six.” Jill felt Alexa’s fingers on her erect nipple, and when she pinched and rolled it between her fingers she gasped. Across the room she saw two gorgeous women sitting facing each other in chairs. Another woman was on the floor with her legs spread facing Jill. Each of the seated women had one of the woman’s feet buried in their pussies, and the woman on the floor was pumping the biggest dildo she had ever seen in and out of her pussy. Her other hand held a large vibrating massager against her clit.
“Five.” The groans and moans built to a fever pitch, and Woody and Jill felt their orgasms building. Richard pulled his cock from Jill’s mouth, and Vivian joined him beside the table. Richard grabbed her by the hair and bent her over. He spread her ass and pushed his huge hard cock against the entrance to her asshole, and she looked at the other couples at the table and grinned with lust as she pushed back hard against Richard. His cock was buried in her ass, and they began fucking with an intensity that surprised even Oren and Alexa.
“Four.” Oren had slowed his pace, but the look on his face said he was going to shoot a hot load of cum into his wife’s ass. Woody and Jill’s pleasure rose and kept rising, and Richard and Vivian were like two rutting animals.
“Three.” Jill propped herself up on her hands and looked back over her shoulder at Woody and he felt his cock start to twitch and throb harder. Her mouth was twisting in pure pleasure, her eyes begging him to make her come.
“Two.” There were soft screams building from every corner of the room, and Alexa’s was one of them as she begged Oren to fuck her ass harder. Vivian shouted ‘fuck…my…ass’ with every thrust of Richard’s cock.
“One.” The room pulsed with energy and the smell of sex was strong and thick and delicious, and Woody and Jill and Oren and Alexa and Richard and Vivian joined the chorus of orgasmic bliss that had been building to this very second.
“First Come now everyonnnnnggggghhhhhh!” The emcee shouted as his orgasm hit and he shot his cum deep inside his lover. She pulled herself up to him and they shared the microphone, broadcasting their voices in unison. “Happy New Year, dear friends!” He continued fucking her, and the sounds of wave after wave of her shivering moans pierced the room as she came.
Woody thrust deep in Jill’s pussy, and he felt it pulse around him like it always did when she came. She was looking back at him as his cum spewed into her wet pussy, and she came hard against his cock. Her legs buckled as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm rocked her body, and Woody collapsed on top of her as he kept thrusting his still-hard cock into her slippery cunt.
With one deep groan from deep inside his chest, Oren spilled his cum in Alexa’s ass as she bucked against his cock while her fingers abused her engorged clit. She was screaming, a string of fucks and ohs and screams of blissful gibberish spouted from her lips as she rode her orgasm with her husband’s cock in her ass.
Both couples watched as Richard pulled his cock out of Vivian’s tight hole and she turned and knelt in front of him just in time to take rope after rope of his cum into her waiting mouth. She sucked him dry and then stood up, and she grabbed Richard’s head and pulled his mouth to hers. Cum dribbled from the edge of her mouth as she shared Richard’s own seed with him, and they licked each other clean.
The room was a swirling mass of orgasm after orgasm. Showers of cum shot from cocks into pussies, into mouths, into asses and onto each other. Tongues and mouths and pussies and cocks were throbbing and dripping and pulsing and tasting, and the sounds coming from the room were like a hundred porn movies playing at full volume all at once.
Woody held Jill as he lay against her back, his cock softening. Jill felt a mixture of their cum drip down her thighs and her head rested on Alexa’s breasts. Oren had taken his cock from Alexa’s ass and pushed it into her pussy. She was still coming, and she squealed with his cock deep in her pussy. Jill kept sucking on Alexa’s nipple, and Alexa kept circling her clit furiously as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.
“Happy New Year again, my sexy friends!” The emcee stood on the stage and put both hands in the air. A smattering of applause came from the crowd, mixed with the continuing sounds of orgasms from both men and women.
“We hope you’ve had a wonderful time tonight! We’ll be serving champagne and snacks soon, but feel free to continue as your desire leads you!”
Alexa’s orgasms slowed and Oren pulled her up and held her in his arms as she wrapped her legs around him. Jill stood and turned to hold Woody, and they kissed and hugged.
“Alexa and I are so glad to have been your mentors tonight, you two,” Oren said between breaths. “You fit in well, and we hope you had fun. Perhaps you’ll try swapping partners next time, if you think you’re ready for that.”
“Well, this is a New Year’s party I’ll never forget,” Woody replied, his face against Jill’s neck. She pulled back and looked deep into his eyes.
“It’s not over yet, baby,” Jill said. She walked over and knelt down behind Alexa and licked between her cheeks to taste the mixture of her’s and Oren’s cum. “There’s so much more we need to try, and I want to start here.” And she did.
*** The End ***