After the Fiesta

I left work early so I could go to the grocery shop on my way home to Buenos Aires. The rest of the afternoon was spent cooking, cleaning and preparing things for my guests because, in a moment of enthusiasm, I had suggested that I would host this year's group birthday party.

Among my little gang, there were five of us who happened to be born in January. Over the years, the -January party- had become something of a tradition; a chance to celebrate, catch up and (above all) eat a lot and drink a cocktail, or six.

As I chopped the cheese and served the olives in little bowls, I felt good, to the rhythm of the music playing on the radio; as much work as an event like this can be, it can also be a lot of fun. I continued my preparations until I heard the door open: my husband was coming home from work.

-Hi, honey, I'm sorry. I couldn't come out earlier," he said as he entered the kitchen, taking off his jacket.

-Don't worry. I think I've got it covered," I replied.

He came up behind me and his hand slipped around my side to grab a piece of red pepper from the chopping board. -Yes, I'm sure you do. And you look very pretty too," he added, tugging the apron tie at the small of my back.

I rolled my eyes over my shoulder. -Yeah, yeah, keep the 1950s housewife fantasies to a minimum, man," I laughed.

-Okay, you don't look pretty," he replied. -You're fucking hot. And I'm going to spend the whole party thinking about all the dirty, disgusting things I'm going to do to you as soon as everyone leaves.

The words produced an instant reaction: my face flushed, my heart rate accelerated, a deep ache settled in my belly and a low hum shot up between my legs.

I bucked my hips towards him again, pushing against his groin, and felt his erection pressing against me. -Careful," he said. -Or I'll do those filthy, dirty things to you right now, and you'll be naked when the guests arrive.

- Oh yeah?" I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

-Without any chopped red pepper," he added, stealing another piece and stuffing it into his mouth.

-Good point," I replied. -But we have a date later. When we're alone I'll become a famous Buenos Aires escort-.

He smiled at me. - Do we have to be totally alone," I look over my shoulder at him, taken by surprise. But when I saw the wicked gleam in his eyes, I knew exactly what he meant.

A couple of weeks ago, we had attended her office Christmas party. I'd had one too many glasses of wine, which is easy to do when you're the odd woman out. Being "The Wife" at a Christmas party can be a pretty nerve-wracking event, hence all the wine.

Later, in the taxi, I was so uninhibited that I began to whisper things about what we might do when we got home. A sudden flash of inspiration (or drunkenness) led me to suggest that it was a pity there was no one else with us, that a "third party" might be fun.

Although the idea of a threesome with another man was something I regularly fantasised about on my own, I had never mentioned it to him. I guess I assumed it would hurt his feelings, implying that he wasn't enough. He was more than enough. But still, I had dreamed more than once of one of his friends joining us for the night.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realised that I shouldn't have worried so much about offending him. I was excited. Very excited. - Like who," he said. - Someone we know?

Emboldened by his enthusiasm and wine-induced bravado, I smiled. - Maybe Mitch? 

Mitch was his college roommate and best friend. Everything my husband was, Mitch was the opposite: blond instead of brunette, stocky and muscular instead of long and lean, quiet and shy instead of the party clown.

And Mitch had appeared in a starring role in most of my threesome fantasies. - Really," he said, eyebrows raised.

-Yes. Sure. Would you like... that?

-Yes. -Maybe. I don't know. That's really... hot. Oh, shit.

When the taxi finally dropped us off at home, we almost didn't make it inside: he was on top of me before the door closed. We fucked on the hallway carpet until we were completely exhausted, we went ahead to shower together. My husband was passionate, but this was "new relationship" level fucking: intense, fast, hard. And fantastic.

It was clear that the concept of a threesome excited him as much as it had secretly excited me for months. Since that night, he had casually mentioned it a few times, teasing me, gauging my reaction. I always smiled, blushed and shrugged.

But, to be honest, the fact that it turned her on so much, and that she was obviously still thinking about it, had fuelled some serious - us plus Mitch - fantasies lately. So I knew exactly what he meant: what if someone stayed after, at the end of the party? I cut in again and felt him lean in behind me, his head next to mine.

-I want," he whispered in my ear. -I want, with you. To see him with you.

He didn't wait for an answer. He stepped back and, at a normal volume, said, "OK, tell me what I have to do. Set the table? Find candles? What's my job, ma'am? I laughed, listed a list of tasks and he left.

Less than an hour later, there was the first knock on the door. Soon after, everyone had arrived. The next few hours were chaotic. We barely managed to fit the whole group at the dining table, and we ate side by side. When I brought out the cake, we had all the birthday girls on their feet as we shouted "Happy Birthday!

Everyone cheered and clapped as we tried to blow out the candles as a group. It was great fun.

However, as the evening progressed, I couldn't help but be ultra-conscious of Mitch. I was sure it was my overactive imagination triggered by the conversation I'd had with my husband before the party, but he seemed to be being especially attentive to me. When we made eye contact, it lasted longer than it should have, and more than once I caught his eyes roaming my neck and breasts.

The attention - real or imagined - made me nervous, but it also excited me. I couldn't wait for everyone to leave so my husband and I could go to bed. But it wasn't time for that yet. There was still hostessing to do. We piled into the living room, sitting on the sofas or on the floor around the coffee table, and a round of Cards Against Humanity had us roaring.

Halfway through the game, I jumped up and announced that I was going to prepare another round of margaritas.

- Who needs one?" Hands went up all over the place and I quickly did a head count. -Okay, on it," I said, and left the room.

In the kitchen, I rinsed out the blender from the previous round and added new ingredients. I was more startled than I should have been when I heard Mitch's voice right behind me. -I didn't raise my hand, too late to get one? I laughed.

-No, I think I can get one more.

-Thank you," he said.

-No problem.

We went back to the living room. I noticed my husband watching me from across the room. He was smiling. I refused to make eye contact, because I knew that this offer to - stay behind - was no coincidence. Two by two, our guests left, until it was just Mitch, my husband, two of the birthday girls and me.

I was nervous and anxious, not knowing what was going to happen. Was I imagining the looks and the smiles? Had I overinterpreted Mitch's comments in the kitchen about staying after, just because of my husband's teasing beforehand?

I was barely following the conversation and desperately wanted my friends to leave, yet was grateful for the delay they were providing. Finally, my husband got up from his spot on the carpet, stretched out his arms and said, "Mitch, mate, I hate to ask you this late, but would you mind taking a look at that circuit breaker in the basement?

-No problem, mate. Let's check it out," Mitch replied, standing up and doing the same stretch. I noticed that his T-shirt was pulled up at the front of his belly, briefly revealing his bare skin, and the patch of dark hair on his abdomen above his belted trousers.

My stomach dropped and my mouth felt dry. All I could think about was what I could find behind my trousers, if I had the chance. As the men came down the stairs, the chatter continued among the girls. I tried to jump into the conversation here and there, but the thought of Mitch and my husband down in the basement, potentially waiting for me, kept scattering my brain.

I wanted this. The thought came to me quickly and with certainty: I wanted Mitch. I wanted my husband. At the same time. Tonight. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my panties dampening beneath my skirt. I raised my arms and yawned.

-Oh man, I'm clean," I said dreamily.

It had exactly the effect I was hoping for. The girls looked at me, noticed my yawn and agreed: it was late and probably time for bed. -Thanks for coming," I said, hugging them both in the hallway.

Once they had disappeared down the path, I closed the door, bolted it and put the chain back in place. I shouted down the basement stairs. -I'm going to start cleaning up.

I heard a vague acknowledgement from downstairs, but they did indeed seem to be discussing the problem of the electrical wiring. Mitch was grumbling about the shoddy work of the previous owners, who - from what I could hear - had taken several shortcuts on the job.

Maybe he was staying to help with the wiring? I shrugged and headed for the kitchen, trying to ignore the little jolt of disappointment I felt. -Probably for the best," I said to myself.

A threesome? With my husband and his best friend? What was I thinking? I started filling the sink with water. Finally, I heard the boys go back upstairs to the main floor and, a moment later, the door to the bathroom in the hallway clicked shut.

My husband called me from the other room. I wiped my hands on a tea towel and went back to the living room. He was sitting on the sofa. Mitch must have been at the sink. Getting ready to leave, obviously. Another blow of disappointment. But I smiled at my husband anyway.

-Come here," he said.

I went over to him and sat down beside him in obedience. He leaned over and kissed me. -It's been a great party," he said.

-Thank you. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Although there's a lot of cleaning up to do," I said, looking at the mess in the room.

-It can wait. He leaned in again, kissing me harder this time. My hand moved to his lap, and I could feel his cock hardening behind his trousers. -Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night," he said, and his mouth moved back to mine, his tongue pushing against my lips.

-Just as his hand slid up my thigh under the hem of my skirt, I heard the bathroom lock click and the door opened.

Mitch. He smiled. -Don't let me stop you," he said. For a few long seconds, the three of us paused, looking at each other, and then Mitch came to the door. -Well," he began. I plucked up my courage. It's now or never. -Don't go," I said. -I still won't.

He stopped, looked at me, his eyes darkened, his eyelids lowered.

- I was breathless and felt unable to say another word. But I managed to get two out:

-Yes. Very much so. He moved quickly to sit on the other side of me. His hand came down quickly on my other thigh, so that it all started before he could scare me into changing my mind.

Both my thighs were being caressed by a different man. It was exactly what I had imagined so many times. I felt my pussy flooding, a veritable torrent of wetness as my arousal soared.

As if sensing it, Mitch's hand slowly moved up to the edge of my panties. He pulled them aside and ran his fingertips along the lips of my pussy.

-Christ almighty," he exhaled.

My husband leaned towards me again and brought his mouth close to mine. As I closed my eyes and felt his lips on me, I was acutely aware of every movement the other way: Mitch slid off the couch, pushed the coffee table aside and knelt in front of me. His hand pushed one knee and, simultaneously, my husband's hand grasped the other, opening me wide.

Mitch leaned forward, thrusting his head between my thighs. His tongue came out hot, wet and slippery against my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, my hips bucking. His arms wrapped around the tops of my thighs and he pulled me to him. My ass hung just over the edge of the couch.

The movement allowed him better access and he took advantage of it. His whole mouth moved over my pussy. I writhed and moaned as his tongue licked me, and I pushed into him.

I felt the front of my dress being pushed down and the familiar sensation of my husband's mouth closing over one of my nipples through my bra. His teeth gently pinched my nipple and I cried out. He pulled the front of the bra down, bunching the fabric under my breasts, and exposed me to his mouth and hands.

As he licked and sucked on my tits, Mitch was still downstairs. After a few more minutes, I felt his finger slowly slide inside me, and his tongue continued on my clit. It was too much, and I began to pant, to curse, to beg.

-Fuck, fuck, please, fuck, please, fuck, oh God, fuck, please, please, please, PLEASE," I moaned.

He complied, moving faster, harder, his mouth on my clit, a second finger joining the first, thicker and rougher inside me.

-I'm going to run. I'm going to come, I'm going to come. I exhaled in a hoarse whisper.

He gripped my thighs tighter, his arms still wrapped around them, as if he wanted to hold me in place until he had cum. Within seconds, I was cumming hard. A scream escaped me as my husband sucked harder on one breast and squeezed the other hard.

-Oh God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I said, the orgasm still shuddering through me.

Mitch straightened up, leaned over me and kissed me hard. My husband had never done this before: kiss me with the taste of my own pussy on his lips. Although I was still recovering from my orgasm, all I could think about was more.

It's as if they could read my mind. They both unzipped their trousers at the same time, yanking them down, exposing their twin erections.

Like everything else about them, they were different here too. Mitch's cock was shorter, much thicker, and completely shaved. On his knees, he was just inches from my pussy. I squirmed involuntarily, desperate for him to be inside me.

He rummaged through his discarded jeans again, found a condom in his pocket, opened the packet and put it on.

Watching him was hypnotic, and I realised I wasn't the only one who thought so: my husband's attention was riveted on the scene, his eyes darting from my naked pussy to Mitch's penis. It was clear I needn't have worried: his cock was rock hard and his breathing was rapid and ragged.

-Fuck," I heard him whisper next to me.

Mitch looked at me, his hand slowly stroking his sheathed penis, and asked with his eyes: is it okay? I nodded and brought my hands to him, one tugging on his shoulder and the other on his chest. His hard nipple tickled my palm.

-Mitch..." I said, breathless, my eyes half closed. He leaned forward and the head of his cock pushed between my pussy lips. My head fell back.

-It feels so good, oh God, it feels so good," I moaned.

The thickness of his penis was immediately evident as he pushed it in, stretching me a little more than I was used to.

All three of us watched the entry point. After a moment, my husband reached down and his fingertips connected with my clit, and began a slow rhythmic circle as Mitch slid deeper and deeper inside me.

My husband leaned into my ear, his voice husky and deep. -Fuck, baby. You're so fucking hot right now, oh my God," he said. His words brought me back to reality and I reached up to take his hard cock in my hand. I stroked it up and down with a loose grip as Mitch began a slow, steady stroking motion of his own, moving in and out of my wet pussy.

-I want your penis in my mouth," I said hurriedly to my husband.

He didn't hesitate: he got down on his knees on the couch next to me. Leaning back with my hips on the edge of the couch, his kneeling position put him at the perfect height above me. His warm, hard length slid over my lips, and my tongue ran along the head of his penis.

They were both penetrating me at almost identical speed: Mitch was fucking my pussy while my husband was fucking my mouth. The feeling was incredible, but the idea was even better. I felt like my brain was going to explode before my pussy did. As if a mental orgasm was about to occur before my body reached any kind of physical climax.

Mitch grabbed my hips, levering me up. At the same time, my husband's hand wrapped around the back of my head. With my mouth full, I could do nothing but moan. But in my head, I heard a steady stream of unspoken curses.

I could tell by their movements that they were both getting closer, and I reached down to rub my fingertips over my clit. As Mitch began to pound harder, I felt myself approaching the brink of a massive release.

The impact of my shuddering orgasm hit us both the same way. In quick succession, Mitch grunted that he was going to cum and buried himself deep inside me; my husband, panting, pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself until he cummed on my bare chest.

Another novelty: I had never done it before. Clearly, we were making new rules. Watching him do it made me feel like I was going to cum again, and I was surprised by the redoubling of my desire.

I wanted them both. Again. Right now. We were breathing hard, shaking. Mitch swayed as he slowly pulled away from me. -Oh, my God," I said.

-That was...

-Yes," said my husband, surprise in his voice.

-Mitch leaned back on his heels and smiled at me.

-That was great," he said, and I gave a short laugh. His laughter lightened the moment, and I put my hands to my face, somewhere between amused, happy and a little shy: my legs spread, my pussy still sore.

- Again," I said, smiling.

-Yes, definitely," Mitch replied. -In... five minutes.

-I think I need ten. At least," said my husband.

-All right, if I have to wait," I said, smiling.

-So, how about... double penetration? My husband's eyebrows shot up, and Mitch smiled.

-Sounds like a good plan," he said. One at a time, they both leaned forward. As they took turns kissing me, I counted down the seconds to round two.

End

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