This party should be in the Guinness Book – under boring, Brian thought as he slouched
against the wall and stifled a yawn. It was shortly past midnight and he hoped his wife
would surface soon so they could escape the annual New Year`s Eve get together at his
boss`s house, held in the mistaken belief that sharing cheese balls and cheap wine
promotes camaraderie. As he discreetly surveyed the crowd for drunken marketeers or other
pariahs heading his way, Brian spotted his friend Bill enfolding a gorgeous young woman
named Laura in a distant corner. Brian, now 38, and Bill, two years older, were software
wizards and had been cronies for twelve years.
Bill was rarely without a pretty girl or two – or, more accurately, pretty girls rarely
escaped Bill`s notice and company for long; Bill`s home was a thousand miles away from
their project site, and every month or so he visited his wife and family for a week.
Between times, he and Brian usually had dinner together once or twice a week, often double
dating before Brian`s marriage, so Brian knew many of Bill`s girls. Since Brian`s
marriage nearly four years earlier, the dinners continued, but now Brian`s date was always
the same woman. Fortunately, his wife loved to hear Bill and Brian trade mock insults,
for both were unusually gifted at wit and repartee.
Laura looks extraordinarily delicious tonight, as usual – good enough to eat, Brian
thought. He had noticed her and Bill dancing wildly earlier, an activity that Brian
spurned; now, under one of the ubiquitous sprigs of mistletoe hung for the party, their
tête-à-tête in a distant corner finished with a kiss. It started as
the usual restrained smooch common to holiday celebrations, but the alluring girl squirmed
against Bill, thrusting her generous breasts and firm thighs vigorously into his wiry
body, while his hands slid down to cup and squeeze the young redhead`s voluptuous ass
passionately, in a sort of Apache dance. The potent but unrecognized – or perhaps furtive
– chemistry between them was betrayed by their inflamed faces and clutching bodies. Brian
felt his own face flush instantly; his breath came in rapid gulps and his cock sprang to
full attention, straining ferociously against his trousers. This is so bizarre! he
thought. Nothing I`ve ever seen before gave me a hard-on this ferocious, instantly! I`m
afraid to move, if my cock brushes my pants, I’ll cum like Old Faithful.
Brian’s eyes clouded briefly as shadowy, lustful vignettes flashed through his mind:
Laura yanking her skirt above her writhing hips and Bill tearing off the girl`s dainty
panties ... Laura, completely naked, astride his pal’s chest, her dribbling cunt juices
matting his coarse hair while Bill squeezes her full, hard-tipped breasts ... Laura
spreading her supple thighs and clutching Bill`s hair, tugging his face ever deeper into
her soggy muff ... the stripped girl on her knees as in worship, her milky breasts
flaunting turgid pink nipples as she sucks the thick shaft of Bill’s rigid cock fully into
her hungry mouth ... Laura straining to spread her legs ever wider, as she urges Bill to
plunge his swollen dick ever deeper into her sopping pussy ... Not only Brian was ablaze
with such fantasies!
Brian wrenched his mind from the licentious quagmire threatening to engulf it, afraid
that in another instant his straining groin muscles would surrender, and a flood of semen
would jet from his aching balls. He hazily glimpsed Laura slither slowly from Bill`s
embrace and walk hastily upstairs; he guessed chagrin at the spectacle she had made of
herself fueled her flight, then quickly sank back into his Dionysian reverie. Seeing this
facet of Laura – a girl completely devoured by carnality, wallowing in lust – was
astonishing, and he was thrilled to see her laid so bare.
His prurient reaction was as incredible to him as it was overpowering, not at all what
Brian would have predicted. He had watched Bill and Laura dance together many times,
frenzied gyrations to tempestuous music, and never before had that provoked anything but
mild amusement; it had been merely a duet he could not put a name to. But tonight what he
felt was intense distress at its abrupt termination, an exorbitant desire to see cock and
cunt fused by insatiate appetites. A spectacle without a climax, he thought, is
intolerable. “If just a little fondling does that to her, I have to see the two of them
fucking – it will be thermonuclear!” Brian realized. “Blistering hot fusion!”
He suddenly realized that even when a man is fucking a woman, he can have no accurate
idea of the depth of her wantonness, the degree of licentiousness that rules her at those
times; only an onlooker can see it, because her lover’s eyes are blinded by the
pandemonium of his own lust. It has something to do with Heisenberg uncertainty, he
thought distractedly, something like you can`t measure the heat while you`re fanning the
blaze. That canny insight was a momentous epiphany, one that would alter his life
completely and forever. “I will be that spectator,” Brian pledged silently.
“This is the traditional time to change the course of your life – New Year`s resolutions
and all that,” Brian mused as he contemplated the situation. “And from here on I`m taking
an uncharted path, a road less traveled. The proper name for their dance is the beast
with two backs, Brian thought, and very soon I shall call that tune!”
Disbelief, jealousy, despair, rage – to feel any or all of these would not have surprised
him – instead, watching his old friend and his young wife paw one another`s bodies had
brought his blood to a lusty boil! By next New Year`s Eve, he vowed, I`ll see my buddy`s
prick plunge into my wife`s twat, the Big Bang of all time!
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