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the following story.  Although the story has some truth, the
majority has been embellished to fit the theme of this site.  Enjoy
but play safe.


New Year's Eve 1997
by Ilav R. Moore

   What a New Year's Eve it was!  As we finished our day of skiing
around 10PM, everything seemed to be as it should.  The kids were
asking what's next, fighting with each other, or explaining how the
ski resort had not met their expectations.  My wife, on the other
hand,  was not complaining about a thing, just showing her normal
complacency about life in general.  Only if she would learn to at
least occasionally ask for more and indulge herself in life's many
wonderous pursuits.  And for me, certainly there was nothing out of
the ordinary to complain about, nothing that the average father and
husband does not confront daily.  Heck, we were on a short getaway
ski vacation in a fine resort lodge, away from our mundane
work-chore routine.

   It was now 10:30 PM and our normal, and the nation's according to
a recent survey, time for sex.  Of course, tonite was a little
different; we were sharing a room with our two daughters. Needless
to say, I had to put all romantic ideas on hold for the moment.
Things would be better later perhaps in bed under the darkness of
the room or even in the shower through which the kids would not be
able to hear our passionate love making.  Then, out of the clear
blue, my wife suggested we give the kids some money to go to an
arcade, adding they could return at one.

   I was really surprised.  You see, my wife had been not only
brought up conservatively but continued the practice by being fairly
strict with the upbringing of our children.  However, it was after
all New Year's Eve.  How can they celebrate midnight at normal 10:30
bedtime?

   After giving the kids some money, they began bickering as to the
best way they could spend their new found fortune and even where to
spend it.  Meanwhile, my wife went off to the bathroom to take a
shower.  When she emerged, the kids had already departed.  They
chose to go to the arcade after a short argument about the bowling
alley as a better choice.  She emerged as she does normally, wrapped
up in a towel around her body and one piled on top of her head.
Coming out of the shower naked is not exciting to me; it is a simple
act that follows the daily routine.  I like unplanned nudity,
unexpected flashing, and spontaneous sex.  Maybe I should say I
would love those things given the opportunity.  Anyway, as if she
were reading my mind, she demurely suggested we might want to bring
in the New Year's in one of the lounges on the fourth floor.  I was
wondering if she were only being coy.  However, I love teasing and
already began to stiffen!

   At this point, I thought I really noticed something different.
She was smiling a little more than usual. Great, we had played a
little in the past (going to a bar with no panties or bra - but no
one knew except us)  and she wanted to play tonight!  I quickly took
my shower and noticed that she was almost finished dressing for the
quick evening, it was already after 11.  Whoa.  What is this? She
had a sheer white spaghetti strapped blouse on that did absolutely
nothing to hide her silver- dollared sized aureoles, her legs
covered  in black hose, and her gold and black skirt was not a mini
but certainly alluring.  With all the steps in this resort, there
would be many opportunities to get to the burning question: Was she
wearing panties? I was wondering what she had underneath. I love
thigh-highs.  I hoped she was not wearing pantyhose.  She even had
on extra make up.  I hoped that she would "accidentally" flash her
beautiful legs and pussy tonight!

  To go through the hotel, she did put on a jacket that kept her
otherwise near-naked breasts modestly covered.  After deciding on
the lounge, we went in.  We began to dance and celebrate
immediately.  There were many couples who were more than close,
playing touchy-feely on the dance floor,  so I thought to myself
what do I have to lose, especially since she seemed to have inspired
the entire mood.  So, I got her a gin and tonic and a rum and coke
for myself.  We drank and we danced.  We set our drinks down on a
nearby table as we danced.  Then I held her close and felt her soft
ass.  Darn, she was wearing panties.  Also, she would not remove her
coat.  The evening's excitement seemed to be turning into another
routine night out.  Hell, everyone is naked under their clothes.
She does not seem to understand that she is hiding her beauty. At
about one, we decided to leave.  However, definitely
uncharacteristically of her, I was still wondering why she let me
openly play with her ass?  Hmmm.  What is she up to?

   On the way back, we needed to take the elevator to the eighth
floor.  In the elevator, she complained about being warm, and
decided to take off her jacket.  Ah, is she now willing to begin the
fun? Another couple got in on the next floor and she did nothing to
hide her beautiful breasts while talking to me.  Her breathing
became somewhat labored as her chest moved exaggeratedly in and out.
The guy's eyes almost popped out of his head, and my wife's nipples
began to stiffen in response to his obvious attention.  Did I
mention she is of 100% Italian decent.  Her nipples are chocolate
brown and simply radiate right through her sheer blouse! After they
got off, I drilled her by saying  that she actually enjoyed that,
one of my fantasy's for some time. She did not hesitate to her
acquiescence.  My cock grew another inch and was straining at my new
slacks.  I asked her if we could play a little more before returning
to the room and she smiled and gave my stiff cock a momentary
squeeze.  She knew her new behavior was making my dick harder than
ever before. Ah, a slut finally coming out of the closet.

   We went all the way up to the destined 10th floor and then pushed
the first floor button.  On the way down, I reached up her dress and
pulled down her panties part way.  They were just about showing as
the elevator door opened again.  She became nervous but excited as
she wondered whether her panties could be seen.  She could not move
with her panties almost around her knees. However, nothing could be
seen and as soon as we were alone again, she quickly removed her
panties all the way.  One leg became stuck on her shoe. Just before
the door opened again, she freed her panties and stuffed them into
her jacket pocket, which she was holding in her left arm. Two young
guys (22-24) got on and were whispering as they were looking at her.
I put my arm around my normally complacent housewife and kissed her
and rubbed my left hand across her ass checks.  I pushed my fingers
into the crack of her ass to intentionally display the fact that
her panties were either ultra thin or "not" at all.  I also
manipulated her jacket so that the pocket was clearly open for their
inspection.  The lacy frills were ever so slightly protruding from
her pocket the best I could tell by feel. After they got off, I took
a quick look and noticed that her panties were indeed clearly
visible in her pocket.  They must have left thinking this was one
hot mom!

   When we were alone, I searched under her skirt for her pussy.
She was really opening up to me, pushing and inviting my advances
right in the elevator, definitely a new sexual frontier for us. To
my delight, my finger sunk extremely easy into to her very wet and
well-lubricated hole.  She was unfire.  Her pussy was going to cinge
my fingers! We got out and then decided to return to the tenth floor
where there was a nice view of the resort and a little aclove for
some impromptu and quasi privacy.  From the alcove to our left were
four elevator doors and a lounge/waiting area with couches.  It was
empty when we arrived.

   We ducked into the aclove, just out of sight with the elevators,
and I began to finger fuck her in earnest as she gazed out over the
resort.  We were quite well hidden from outside although we stood in
front of a floor to ceiling window.  She wantonly lifted a leg up on
the edge of the sill and spread her sopping pussy as it gaped open
for all of those who may have chanced upon the beautiful sight.  She
had never done anything like this before. Then, we heard the
elevator open and, after the time required to reach the alcove
transpired, the two guys who were whispering before on the elevator
passed us by quickly.  They spotted and recognized us but continued
on their way.  We eventually heard their door open and close.  Once
again it was quiet, except for the squishing sounds coming from her
sopping wet pussy surrounding my drenched fingers.

   I continued to finger fuck her and she became hotter.  I
whispered that I bet she would have liked to show those guys her
pussy.  Unlike before, she did not deny it or tell me to stop
talking that way.  In fact, one time she stopped making love to me
when I had said that.  This time, however, she  unzipped me and
fished inside my pants and underwear to my very hard cock.  We heard
a door open and let things fall to stay decent.  Hey, I was horny
beyond description, but I had no desire to spend the evening in the
Cross Bar Hotel. It was the two guys, with another roommate.  They
perched themselves across from us on a couch, but not directly
across, and appeared to be indifferent to our presence.  I suspected
they were just hiding their real intentions. As they sat, drank, and
chatted on the couch, I began to fondle my wife again.  They began
to steal glances at her at every opportunity.  I was trying to show
them as much as I could.

   I wanted to show her off. At first, she pushed my hand away.  She
said she would like me to expose myself to see how brave I am.  This
was unfolding perfectly.  She could blame me for going to far! I
told her to reach in my pants and pull my cock out.  She laughed and
said I would chicken out.  She reached in and pulled out my cock.  I
slowly turned so that if the guys looked over, they would be able to
see her hand moving back and forth across what could only be a rigid
pole of some sort!  I almost came on the spot. I then whispered that
the young men knew she was hot and ready, blatantly stroking my cock
only 10 feet away from some young horny gentlemen.  I slowly raised
her skirt while rubbing her leg.  Finally, my hand was once again on
her pussy. Slowly I began to rub her slit until she leaned forward
and my finger disappeared.  Her skirt was hiding what I was doing,
but the guys did not have to guess.  She was arching heatedly toward
the window and slightly moanig and cooing.  Their conversation grew
silent, demonstrating their diligent attention.  In the reflection
in the window, her pussy gaped wide open to their view.  In spite of
our obvious display, they kept their distance.  These guys needed
more encouragement, so I developed a quick plan. I told her, let's
ride the elevator again.  She was going to taste being a slut tonite
one way or the other!

   As I suspected, the three guys followed us mesmerized onto the
elevator.  We were all the way in the back, with the three of them
in front of us.  I had my back to the wall and my wife's back toward
them. I continued to kiss her and lift her skirt.  I raised the back
of her skirt all the way above her ass, pushing her into one of the
guys.  It was at this time one of the guys had enough nerve to say
that "it" was beautiful.  Since we kept kissing, they understood our
approval.  Next, she jumped as she felt another hand on her ass.
Since both of my hands were at her sides holding up her skirt, she
knew she was being touched by a stranger for the first time.  Yes,
my baby was getting well-deserved attention. She began to kiss me
harder.  The elevator stopped and more people got on.  They were
pretty drunk from all the celebrating and really took no notice of
who was on the elevator.  As the elevator began to move again, one
of the three reached behind himself toward my wife.  I raised her
skirt again to give him access.  He began to rub her pussy lips and
I put my hands on her breasts.  She permitted him to finger her slit
even in front of a larger audience.  Since the people who had just
got on were drunk, they ignored the obvious slurpy sounds of fingers
going in and out of a cunt rapidly. The elevator emptied and we were
alone again, with the three guys.

   They and my wife had become bolder.  One guy, now facing her
back,  was fingering her and another was reaching under her sheer
blouse.  I felt his hand inch its way up between our chests. I felt
it manipulate and cirlce her breasts and nipples. I pulled my cock
out and wrapped my wife's small hand around it.  Another guy pulled
his cock out and it was a monster, already dripping precum.  The
moment of truth came.  I whispered in her ear to touch it, to suck
it. I boldly pushed my wife down and she took his cock into her
mouth as she looked up into my eyes lovingly.  She removed his cock
for a moment to say, "this is what you want.  Guess what.  I want
it, too." Even though the elevator stopped on the 2nd floor, she
stayed on her knees with his fat cock in her mouth.  We quickly
pushed 10 again. We went back to the tenth floor and held the
elevator on that floor.  One guy played lookout as she continued to
suck the one guy off.  I thought I was in heaven.  I loved seeing my
wife's lips wrapped around this stranger's cock.  I loved how she
was loving his big juicy prick. I put my cock by her mouth and she
alternated.  Occasionlly, we touched cocks as she tried to lick and
suck both of them at the same time.  Her mouth was incredibly
stretched.  The third guy could not be left out, so he waved his
cock in her face.  I had never imagined her acting so slutty.  She
kissed, licked and sucked one cock after the other.  We were
unmercifully enjoying rubbing our cocks on her face.  The actions
overcame any residual modesty as she finally stood up. I knew what
she wanted.

   These guys not wanting to spoil an already great thing waited for
the next move. I broke the ice by turning her around and slipping my
cock into her.  She moaned an audible "yes." As she was bent over
and getting it from behind, she continued to alternate on the two
cocks in front of her. One guy was really excited and off he went.
My little slut wife took all his cum he could give her. She gulped
as greedily as I had ever seen her do.  She momentarily turned
around and kissed me, pushing some of the proof of her wantoness
into my mouth.  The act aroused me even more. He replaced the
lookout and the other guy quickly had his cock out.  He entered my
wife as she alternated on me and the other guy's cocks. All of a
sudden, he returned and said someone was coming.  It was a couple
who was hanging all over each other but we straightened up, even
though my wife was not cooperating.  What could I do?  I left my
wife sandwiched between the three.  I could easily see my wife's
skirt was down in the front but raised in the back, sandwiched
between  the guys.  She did not hesitate to press back into his cock
between her legs and smiled at me, mouthing the words: I love you.
The three guys simply surrounded her the best they could. She began
to slowly fuck, bending more forward wanting deeper penetration.
The guy of the couple was facing the back of the elevator as he
hugged his date. My wife let out a little whimper as one of the guys
reached behind and rubbed her clit.  My wife then lifted her skirt
to expose her pussy embedded with the stranger's penis.  He stared
at her cunt filled with a huge thick cock meat. The guy whispered
something to his girl, and the gal gave us a
I-can't-believe-this-slut look as the guy was grinning.  She
probably was jealous that she would have only one cock tonight!
Nothing is too good for my wife. My wife's hand snaked around the
other two guys and wandered up and down their bodies, including over
two distinctive buldges.  She looked the woman in the eyes as she
literally clasped her fingers around the two cocks and began to jack
them off thru their trousers. The couple had seen enough and got
off.

   We decided to return to our haven on the tenth floor.  They dared
my wife to remove her blouse and wear only the jacket and skirt.
She did just that.  Before we got out of the elevator, my wife
surprised me even more.  She removed her skirt and wore only her
jacket, thigh-highs and shoes. Damn, she looked like a slut in heat
and I lover her for it.  Her thigh-highs ended well below her
jacket.  You could see her cunt from the front and the bottom of her
ass cheeks from behind.  The contrast of white skin between the
black garmets was overwhelmingly erotic.      Since it was already
quite late, we did not expect to see any kids.  As we walked down
the hallway, she brazenly held onto a cock on each side of her and
asked if they liked what they saw.  They wanted to go to their room
and fuck her but she wanted to play more daringly first.  I always
knew she was a closet exhibitionist and here was my confirmation.
We walked a couple off floors and an occasional staircase for the
next few minutes.  Even though I led the way, everyone who passed us
had to have seen her exposed pussy and beautiful tits. We had to
stop at the end of some floors as she would insist on bending over
and sucking one or the other for a moment, squatting down displaying
her nakedness.  When others passed by, she would simply go between
us.  When we finally got to their room, she handed me her coat.  She
said the only way she would do anyone, including me, was to do it
right in the hallway, and the guys had to be completely naked.
Although nervous, the blood-engorged cocks rules over common sense;
There were four sets of bals to empty. The guys went into their room
to get undressed.  One by one they came out and fucked her against
the wall.  I stroked myself as I finally got to see my little quiet
housewife indulge her sexual desires to the max.  It was a big
thrill to see one cock leave her, with sperm running from her
swollen pussy, strings of cum in her pubic hair, right in the open
hallway.  She took the last guy by his hand and moved toward the end
of the hallway.  He was too horny to think.  She let him fuck her
right in front of the surveillance camera.  I knew it was time to
go. After each one fucked her, she told them my husband says thank
you.  She grabbed her skirt and blouse and walked to our room via
the staircase.  If anyone had stepped into the staircase, they would
have seen her naked, except for thigh-highs and shoes,  with cum
running down her legs. As horny and excited as I was, this part had
my heart pounding like never before.

   Finally, we reached our room. We quietly reentered it not wanting
to wake the kids.  I checked on the kids and then I dove under the
covers.  She asked me and hoped that I was OK with what happened.  I
kissed her and whispered to her, "actions speak louder than words."
Then, I slowly lowered my head under the covers and began to eat
her cum-filled pussy to many beautiful orgasms.  My aching balls
could not hold back anymore and came while eating her.  Then, with
my erection never really subsiding, I finally began a nice and slow
fuck, adding my own cum to her sweet little honey pot.  I never knew
my wife could be so daring.  I could not be happier with the fact
that she finally got more cock than I could ever give her myself.

   The kids asked us in the morning why we were so tired.  We were
planning to hit the slopes by 9AM. Their mother responded by saying
that we met three lonely single men who were "up" late at night and
felt sorry for them.  So, we socialized with them.  "What did you
guys do," my children asked.  "Oh, nothing.  We only rode on the
elevator and played in the halls!" She said that while squeezing my
growing prick under the blanket. Happy New Year!
   
