New Year's Essay
"Oh, dear Vanya, I'm walking through Paris
And I hear something, and I see something"
We have a small company, four couples, eight people. Although, until the middle of last year, there were three couples, but I, to my own detriment, brought a friend and his wife. So, we decided to celebrate the New Year at the newcomers' place. They agreed, and then everything went on as usual. We assigned who would buy what and cook.
The gathering for the celebration was set for eight in the evening on December 31, 2012. Everyone gathered. The ladies busied themselves with the table, and we with the main men's work: discussing sports news and those terrorist attacks in Volgograd.
Then we were called to the table, and the main event began.
We drank, ate, chatted, everyone with everyone. In short, by 11:00 PM we were ready to shout "hurrah" for any reason, and the supply of alcoholic beverages was half empty.And then, as always, at the wrong time, or perhaps at the right time, it happened. I don't know. The hostess, Lena, either didn't snack well or didn't eat at all before the feast, but she got carried away. If it were just verbal diarrhea, but it was a genuine family scene. The conversations at the table died down; now she was the "queen of the ball." The guys gradually started moving to the stairwell, as if to smoke; the girls tried to reason with the raging fury. But no, they picked the wrong one! Even the absence of her husband, whom I sent to join the guys, didn't bring relief. On the girls' faces, I read condemnation and indignation. After all, these were my protégés!
In short, I got an ultimatum. Either I get her in order, or... I didn't even want to think about the "or." So, I kicked everyone out, like in O. Henry: "Into the garden, everyone into the garden." (Erotic stories) I took Lena to the kitchen and tried to resolve the issue through peaceful negotiations. But after five minutes, I concluded: it's no use! And then I called her a stuffed fool, ruining everyone's holiday! That's when it all started! She lunged at me, clearly aiming for the non-surgical removal of my eyes, intending to gouge them out of their sockets with her nails. Luckily, I'm a big guy and managed to subdue her without consequences. But the situation was deadlocked. I was holding her, and she was screaming like crazy.
The first thing that came to my mind: "She's behaving like a child, and such children usually get spanked on the butt!" Keep in mind that since eight in the evening, I had been paying my dues to Bacchus and couldn't think clearly. In short, I sit on a stool, lay her over my knees, lift the hem of her dress, and pull her lace panties down to her knees. And then I start working on her buttocks with my palm. She squirmed and screamed but couldn't break free. This continued until she started bawling. I accidentally brushed against her genitals and realized she was aroused and wet. And only after that did I let her go, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately. Strangely enough, she responded. Then, sniffling and sobbing, she pulled up her panties, straightened her hem, and ran to the bedroom. When I went in there, she was lying facing the wall and sobbing. I went out to the landing, lit a cigarette, and said everything was fine. There were 15 minutes left until the New Year.
I was awakened by an intense gaze, practically drilling a hole through me. Opening my eyes and still not understanding where I was, I saw her standing in just her panties in the doorway, staring intently at me. I looked around; my wife was snoring, curled up in a ball beside me, and snoring was coming from the bedroom where Vadim (Lena's husband) was. I quietly got up and approached her. She was trembling. So, I hugged her and kissed her again. She pounced on me like a wolf on a sheep. Without a word, I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, where, pulling down her panties and bending her over, I took her in every available place. She only moaned through clenched teeth, thrusting back like a real slut. Maybe she was one; I wasn't interested in that at the moment. My cock was standing at attention, and the head was practically smoking with desire. With a hangover, I couldn't cum for a long time. And she had to finish everything with her mouth. Then, after washing up, we parted, and upon waking, we didn't mention what had happened.
PS. For some reason, they never partied in our company again...
Moloch 2014, for Sexytales.org