New Year's Eve

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You remind me who my ass belongs to with our spouses nearby.
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I wouldn't have come to this party if I knew you would be here.

It's New Year's Eve at Evie's house. There are too many people here for me, but I'm trying not to let it show. The liquor helps. I'm sitting on the kitchen counter, like I always do here, my legs wrapped around Evie's waist, locked at the ankles above my sneakers, and my hand is slung over her shoulder. She's rocking us side to side and we are singing entirely too loud. Evie laughs and kisses my cheek as I take another gulp of punch.

My husband is smiling and snapping pictures of us. We are having fun for the first time in a long time. I like him tonight. Sometimes we don't always like each other, but tonight we've been laughing like the old days, and the smile in his eyes is making my heart flutter.

Why did you have to end up here tonight?

We'd been so careful, you and I. How did we somehow miss this convergence? All of our conversations, our carefully crafted dance to remain unknown, separate, with no connections. Too many people here. Friends of friends. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Evie and I are kissing. Our numb-ish faces pressed together, lipsticks mixing. Her hands are running up my thighs and under my dress, kneading at my skin. Her thumb skims against my panties and I squeal, half-heartedly trying to squeeze my legs shut with her still trapped between my knees. Evie's boyfriend slides past us to grab another beer from the fridge. "You gettin' good shots of this?" he asks my husband.

A blast of cold air sweeps in. Evie swivels around in my legs to look toward the door as her boyfriend squeezes through the guests to great the new late arrivals.

And there you are. Helping her off with her coat like a gentleman. She's excitedly greeted by a group of women from Evie's work. She's the invitee, she's the friend of a friend of a friend.

She's your wife.

You haven't seen me yet. Dizzy. I'm dizzy. I hug my arms around Evie, burying my face in her hair to breathe in her scent. Coconut shampoo. She smells like beauty and summer and calmness.

She runs her hands over mine, feeling me stiffen. "You okay?"

"Yeah, there's just a lot of people here."

My husband comes to me, rubbing my back. I hide in this comfort sandwich, watching you, holding my breath. My heart thumps hard and fast against Evie's back. It's so loud in my ears I'm sure others can hear it. Suddenly, your eyes finally meet mine and everything drains out of me. A look of surprise visits your face for just a moment before your mouth curls into a grin.

"Hon, do you need to go puke? Babe?" He sounds so distant. My husband.

I look away from you and breathe. The music and noise of the crowd slither their way back into my brain. I pull myself off of Evie, hopping down from the counter.

I can hear her laughing over the noise. Your wife. She's behind the living room wall now, but I know what she's doing. She's happy to be here. She's not the type to hide in a kitchen corner all night. She's already making new friends and moving like water from person to person, easy and light. She'll make them smile, she'll make everyone's night a little more fun and tomorrow she'll have a dozen new friends all linking up on social media. All the connections we missed.

She's prettier than I thought she'd be. Softer. I bet she smells like essential oils and never yells at the kids.

What the fuck are you doing with me?

"Holly?" They're looking at me, Evie and my husband.

My husband. I can't look at him.

"I'm okay. There's just too many people here. I need to be alone for a little bit." They both think they get it. This isn't anything new to them, my anxiety, I need my space and they'll let me have it. I inelegantly stumble through the people toward the french doors to the outside.

I am almost through the sunroom before I realize with horror that you've somehow both made it there already. Your arm is draped around her shoulders as she chats with a friend of mine. I cringe. You're grinning again.

My friend notices me and pulls me over. "Holly! Hey! I was just telling these two about you, your kids are almost the same ages, like, within weeks." I know this already. And I know that you have done this on purpose, placed yourself here so I'd have to talk to her, your wife. You knew I'd be headed for an exit. You are taking advantage of your golden opportunity to torture me.

My hands are balled into nervous fists. "You look so familiar!" she says, with a glittering, genuine smile that covers her entire face, spilling into the edges of her eyes. I wonder if you've shown her a picture of me. Or one of the videos. Told her it was porn. 'Can you believe what some people will do?'

She's looking me over, expecting a conversation. Why? Why are you making me talk to her?

I hate you for this. My face burns and I can feel the sweat forming at my hairline. I don't even know what I'm saying back. Words just come out of my mouth as my eyes flit to the door. I hear myself telling her I need to get some air.

"Let me get the door for you," you say, smiling. As I walk past you, toward false freedom, I feel your warm hand on my ass. Frigid air stabs into my lungs as I sharply draw in a breath. The door closes behind me. Who saw that? Did she see that?

The cold envelopes me, attaching itself to my sweat, cooling me down, taming the panic. Snow drifts down lightly, catching in my hair. It's just starting to coat the grass and my shoes leave prints behind me as I walk around the side of the house and lean my back against the siding, gripping my fingers around the edge, trying to hold myself there.

I can feel my life shifting.

Footsteps crunch the frozen ground and I don't even have to look up to know it's you. My cheeks are a strange mixture of the heat of embarrassment and rage cooled by my chilled, guilt ridden tears.

You're in front of me. I stare at our feet. My stupid, worn chucks looking hopefully at your shiny black dress shoes.

"Holly."

You've told me before you hate this. That I should look at you when you're talking. That I should have more confidence. Your hands are on my face, turning it up toward you, but I keep my eyes down.

"Holly," you say louder. My body jumps and I begin to sob. You whisper a drawn out "shhhhhh" and kiss my forehead, then my cheeks. You reach my lips and my body relaxes, fingers loosening their grip, surrendering.

"It's okay. Baby, you're okay," you assure me as you break our kiss to draw in a breath. Your body presses up against mine, warm and comfortable.

"No," I find myself whispering. "Your wife is here. My husband... I don't like this." It's not true, but the presence of so many people on the other side of the wall makes me feel like I should at least feign some moral objection. In my head, I've been on my knees since the minute you walked through the door.

Your hand slips up my dress, pushing my panties to the side, gently running a freezing cold thumb into my soft, slick folds.

"You know better than to lie to me," you say, amusement lingering in your voice as it becomes apparent exactly how much I like this. Heat bursts through my swollen clit as your thumb drags back and forth across the taught, engorged skin. You dip back further and then bring my silky cream to my mouth, glossing my lips and making them glisten in the Christmas lights before kissing me again.

"We have to be quick," you whisper in my ear. "Down."

I sink to my knees without hesitation, the skin on my legs stinging as I settle into the frozen, spikey grass. Your hand caresses my cheek as I unzip your pants, finally staring solidly into your eyes so I can watch your reaction as my mouth meets the head of your cock. I squeeze your root as hard as I can while my tongue slips softly around you. I love this, the way you sigh, the way your hand almost unconsciously curls tightly around my hair, tugging me just a little to direct the bobbing of my head.

From around the corner, I can hear the door open. "Hey Holly, five minute warning to the countdown. You coming in?"

I have kissed him every New Year's eve for 13 years.

As I begin to pull off of you, you suddenly grab the back of my neck with both hands and force yourself deep into my throat, ramming me quickly, stealing my breath and making my eyes water. I am surprised by how quick and violent you are. The depth of your thrusts makes your cock slick with spit and slippery phlegm. I am suffocating and gagging at once. Just as I am about to start pushing away, you release me. I cough and sputter, breath blooming from my mouth like smoke plumes from a dragon as I heave air in and out. My lips and cheeks are smeared with spit and tears, glowing red from the cold.

"Answer him. What do you want to do?"

I once again look into your eyes. In a shaky voice, I yell back, "I want to stay out here. Kiss Evie for me! I love you!"

The door shuts and you pull me to my feet. "That's my good girl. Now, I want you to turn around."

I lean my upper body against the house and curve my back sharply to stick my ass out, wondering what will be next, expecting the sting of smacks.

Instead, you kneel behind me, pushing my panties to the side. Your hand grasp my plump cheeks and pull them apart; my asshole flexes shut as it is slapped with cold. Your tongue immediately follows, warm and soothing, slathering your spit around, relaxing me. Then your fingers are in my cunt, roughly pulling sloppy fluid back to the pucker, easing in a couple fingers to open me up. Every wet part of me is screaming against the cold, strange boarders against the heat my body is producing.

I lean my cheek against the chill of the wall and smile. We don't have time for a long warm up. This will hurt.

You stand behind me, stroking your cock as you gently rub the head against my tight asshole. I am trembling, a combination of the cold and anticipation. I can't relax enough, but the noise you make as you use your fingers to help push the tip past my strong rings tells me it's not a problem. You take some time to acclimate, sliding into me further with each short, slow stroke until you are buried in my belly up to your balls. I bite my lip against the noise that wants to escape me, so hard I taste a burst of salty copper blood. Your cock stretches me to the limit, lighting up my insides with fire. I am filled with you, and completely pinned.

I reach down under me to finger my pussy, but before I can get there, you grab my hand and roughly slam it against the siding with a commanding, "No."

"You lied to me. You don't get to cum tonight."

Your hand wraps around my throat, the other around my waist, and I know this gentle slowness is about to end. I am pulled close to your body as your hips start pumping, plunging yourself in and out of my ass, my tight skin sucking against yours. The muscles in my thighs quiver as I try to hold up against your thrusts, goosebumps bloom across my entire body.

Fuck me as deep and hard as you can, make me yours, I will never tell a soul.

From inside, we can hear shouts for champagne. You put both my hands against the wall to steady us and grab my hips. The countdown begins.

(10-9) Your body slams into mine over and over, your cock tearing into my ass like you properly own it.

(8-7) I abandon all efforts to remain quiet, and my voice rises to a constant moaning scream. The thought flickers across my mind, and I hope she hears. I hope your wife can hear you making me scream.

(6-5) Your breathing is ragged and I can feel your cock throbbing in me, holding back.

(4-3) You throw yourself forward against me and bite into my shoulder, growling, grunting and concentrating.

(2) I stiffen my body, trying so hard not to climax like you've told me to. As the crowd shouts "One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" your thick cum erupts slowly into my belly, bubbling up from your tight balls and into me. I am claimed.

You stand me up straight and wrap your arms around me, hugging me tight and giving me a few more slow strokes. We stand in silence, breathing into the night. You pull my face around awkwardly and kiss me. The snow sparkles around us. "I just thought you'd like a reminder of who you belong to," you say. "Happy new year. I'm glad to see you here."

You slip out of me and, without being asked, I drop again to my knees, lapping your skin, cleaning you off, catching the taste in the back of my throat. You pet my hair and smile. I can feel your cum dribbling out of my ass and slicking my panties even more.

"We should probably get back inside," you say, putting yourself right, holding your phone out in front of you with the flashlight to make sure nothing is on your pants.

I sit down on the ground, wet panties plastered to my cheeks, soothing my aching ass with the cold. I am wondering how I can get through the house and to the bathroom without anyone noticing. I am wondering what I am going to tell my husband.

I watch you crunch back over our footsteps. As you get to the corner of the house, a fear stabs through me. "Oh god, you missed midnight. Won't you be in trouble? Won't she care that you were missing?"

You turn back to me and cock your head. "I think there are some things you don't need to worry about."

I smile and nod, watching you disappear around the corner.

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blakethesnake1blakethesnake1over 4 years ago
Delve deeper!

Yes! I want to know more about these characters!

hollipoppedhollipoppedalmost 6 years agoAuthor

Unsure if a 13 year affair is really the simplest explanation here, but I like the conspiracy angle, it’s so wonderfully abusive! Maybe I should delve into these two couples deeper?

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 6 years ago

Something's not right with this story. New Year's is a time when people expect kissing to occur, so if her husband and his wife aren't suspicious of this, especially after 13 years, then the only logical conclusion is that both their spouses are also kissing other people and maybe more. The simplest explanation is that at the same time they were committing adultery their spouses were also committing adultery with each other and have been for the last 13 years. Which probably means that he and his wife planned the whole thing.

hollipoppedhollipoppedalmost 6 years agoAuthor

I didn’t intend for it to be, but if you want to think of it that way you can :)

RTR10RTR10almost 6 years ago

Sorry, Hot Dad on the Playground.

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