A few weeks had gone by since the incident at Ethan’s birthday party, and things had been, as far as I know, relatively quiet. I had thrown myself back into work, and Ari had continued handling mom duties.
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The week of her 39th birthday, I was out of town for work, but we agreed to have a small gathering at the end of the week to celebrate. She told that she wanted to make the arrangements this year, and I decided to let her.
Before I left that Sunday, I had given her her present – a gold rope that would hang around her waist and connect to her navel piercing and some diamond earrings that cost more than I’m comfortable admitting here. It was kind of a reconciliation present as well.
I flew back in that Friday afternoon and drove home. She had the party set up for that night – catering, drinks, kids having a sleepover elsewhere. All of her friends were scheduled to be there.
When I walked in the door, I saw her. Stunning as ever. She had tanned that week. Her dark hair was down. Glitter around her icy blue eyes. Her lips looked wet with light pink lipgloss. She had on a half-shirt and leggings – the gold rope I gave her shaking when she walked.
Guests started arriving around six, we had pre-dinner cocktails, then ate. Afterwards more drinking as she opened presents from everyone else. It was a relatively tame event, outside of Ari drinking way more than usual.
As the night wore on, our couples friends started saying their goodbyes. However, several men stayed behind. Some I knew, others I didn’t. Which was odd.
I asked Ari what the deal was. She kissed me on the cheek, spun away from me, and said that she just wanted to blow off some steam. She downed a shot as she walked.
Someone had turned on the house’s sound system, and dance music started to play. I watched her go up to one guy I recognized – Derrick – and take his hand. They danced for a while, nothing too insane.
As the song went on, their bodies seemed to become intertwined. His hands sliding up her half shirt, hers on his hips. She flipped a quick glance at me, took his face in her hands, and kissed him. Deep. Everyone could see her lips wrapping around his tongue.
The entire mood changed. One guy got up and “cut in”, his hands moving all over her ass. She kissed him, feeling his bulge beneath his jeans. She pulled back, playing with the zipper on his 1/4 zip.
Then another guy. Did the same. Then another. The cycle repeating until she had made out with six different guys, all right in front of me.
Then she motioned me over to her. She took my hand and climbed up onto our coffee table. “Take my bottoms off,” she slurred. As I pulled them down, she lifted her top off. Her tits bouncing as she stepped out of her leggings.
She was completely naked now, a small brown landing strip ending just above her freshly waxed pussy. “Don’t worry, honey,” whispered as leaned down into my ear. “You can play this time.”
She shot upright and put her hands above her head. “OKAY, NEW RULES!” she yelled out. “Everyone gets two minutes to go down on me. Whoever makes me cum gets to fuck me tonight!”
A cheer went up from everyone as she’d laid down on her back and ass on the table. Guys sat down on the ground around her – myself included. The first guy grabbed her legs and spun her around. “Time me,” he said as he leaned until her.
She grabbed his head and ground his face against her pussy, moaning loudly as he devoured her. Sweat started beading on her forehead and upper lip. She licked it off just as the timer ended.
The next guy spun her into place and went in. He lifted her tan ass up so he could go deeper, his tongue darting in and out. Again she moaned and hyperventilated. Again the timer stopped.
Each guy took a turn with basically the same results. The guy right next to me was next. So I had a ringside seat to his efforts.
He grabbed Ari’s hips and pulled her into his face. She groaned and writhed under his firm grip. His fingers slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I heard her breathing increase pace, and I knew he was going to win.
Ari suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me. “This is why you went last,” she grunted through labored breaths just before she came loudly all over his face.
Before she could even catch her breath, the man who made her cum had stood up, pulling his pants down, and pushed inside of her right on the table in front of everyone.
Without missing a beat, Ari wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her hips against him, matching him thrust for thrust. I sat mesmerized, watching his cock disappearing into my wife, the gold rope I gave her bouncing with each thrust.
Her moans echoes through our vaulted ceilings as everyone watched my wife being fucked like a complete whore. Some took their cocks out and stroked their cocks. Some tossed back drinks like this was something they saw every day.
The man fucking her buried his face in your neck and started sucking a hickey into her neck as he pounded her harder. Ari wrapped her arms behind his head and begged him to cum inside of her.
This caused him to fuck her harder, her feral screams drowning out his slaps against her pussy as they came together.
He pulled out of her limp body, and I watched their combined juices gush out of her and onto the table where our children color and eat snacks.
As he stood up and did up his pants, another guy moved in between her legs and pulled her down. She reached up and guided his throbbing cock into her pussy.
And the cycle repeated all night…
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