wannabecUKold wrote:
Yes indeed
we want to know how you got on with your little sexpot, another man's wife. And of course what happened to Tina since then.
Thanks for your keen interest, wannabecUKold ...
After midnight nobody really cared what everyone was wearing or not wearing. It was the usual practice every year for the more conservative guests to leave after midnight, and for the more open-minded couples to stay on for a no-holds-barred New Year's party.
After dancing a couple of slow numbers, Helen and I adjourned to the bar for a drink. Tina and Rick were still on the dance floor. They were not really dancing. They were just all over each other ... kissing and fondling and caressing.
“Let's forget about them,” Helen suggested, obviously resenting my keen attention on the other couple, “Don't worry … Rick will take good care of your wife. I'm sure he's got a whole lot of goodies lined up for her. In the meantime, let's get on with each other.”
With that, Helen took my hand and led me to a large armchair in a quieter part of the hall on the other side of the dance floor. Both of us settled into the softness of the chair in each other's arms.
“This chair should be just nice for the two of us,” she mumbled with a mischievous look on her face, “Let's get acquainted before we head out for the real stuff.”
For the next hour or so, the two of us really did get properly acquainted with each other. We were like first-time lovers, feeling each other up, kissing repeatedly, talking in whispers, sharing our deepest emotions and thoughts.
As Helen and I shared our little 'secrets', I got the impression that she was not really very happy in her marital relationship. She moaned that Rick was more interested in her physical body rather than her as a person. Whenever he was nice to her, she could guess that he just needed an outlet for his lust. And he tended to use her more like a sex toy rather than a sex partner.
Somewhere along the way my finger got into Helen's wet pussy, and not long after that my pants got unzipped and I felt the tight grip of Helen's hand around my solid shaft. We remained connected like that while we continued to talk, playing with each other but not really pushing for more.
Helen wished that she could spend more intimate time with me. She grumbled that ten days bundled together at the beginning of each month for extramarital play was not enough for her. She preferred a more flexible 'if and whenever' kind of arrangement, arguing that mood and menstruation are not always in our favor.
It was almost three when Helen reminded me that she wanted more than just a finger inside her. We got out of the armchair and slowly headed for the main exit.
We were just about to get out of the hall when a tall black guy came running up to us and handed me a ruffled bundle which I immediately recognized as Tina's dress.
“She said that she won't need this,” the guy blurted out breathlessly.
“But that's all that she had,” I tried to tell him.
“Yeah, she won't need this ...” he repeated, “Got plenty of dudes to keep her warm ...” With that, he disappeared into the darkness.
“That's my brother-in-law,” Helen informed me, “Looks like he's going to have a go at your wife tonight … two big brotherly cocks for the fine lady tonight ...”
“What about the other guys?” I asked her.
“I'm not sure what exactly they have in store for her,” she replied, “But an MFM is the minimum she can expect.”