We set up two different play dates over the Internet a while back. One story, a hard swap (I think it is), has already been posted. This story is a bit different. We were all in the same room and started messing around just before the ball dropped for the east coast. I say it that way because I'm not used to being in that time zone on NYE but we'd driven, again, to meet this couple just on the other side of the dividing line.

This couple apparently gambles a lot and had a really nice suite comped to them for the night. After roaming around the casino we ended up back in the suite about 9:00. Alcohol started flowing even more than it had downstairs. The champagne that was supposed to be for midnight was opened not long after we got back upstairs. Matt and Sandy (their actual names because they don't care if they're used!) also became really chill after some gummies and some "mushroom pills" they said they bought in some state where they're legal. I don't think they ever said which one, but they seemed to work for them. My husband and I didn't accept their offer of them to us. We just aren't familiar enough with them. But we did help them work their gummy supply.

The conversations were relaxed. Really relaxed. But also straight to the point. There was no discussion about rules or boundaries, just preferences. That was probably a mistake, but not one that ended up causing any problems this time. The only thing that seemed to really be important to Nick and Sandy is that we were swapped, and the men inside each others' wives, when the ball dropped.

Sandy had gone to the little kitchenette area to get another set of those pills. I guess you have to take them more often than other things to keep up the effect. I don't know. But she was in the middle of a sentence as she walked back over into the main area of the suite and, without losing her train of thought or stumbling on any words, she knelt down in front of me! She just kept talking about how they get rooms at the hotel and other perks because of how often they're there. It occurred to me later that they probably didn't travel near as much to get to the casino as we did if they're there that often.

But I didn't think of that at the time because Sandy started pushing my skirt up. It was easier than you'd think it'd be even though I was sitting on the couch. When she discovered that my sheers covered up what she was after she just made a faux-frustrated face and reached up under my skirt to find the top of them. My heels were already off by that point and I brought my legs back together just enough to make it easier for me to take some weight off. Sandy just kept talking while she was able to work my hose down and then completely off.

Matt didn't bat an eye. Neither did my husband. To them, it was like none of this was even happening. Sandy finished up whatever she was talking about just in time for me to put my now bare ass on the edge of the couch. She started kissing my inner thighs, only pulling away to say something else to the rest of us whenever a thought hit her. The husbands kept talking about some football game between Idaho and Pennsylvania, or two teams from there. I forget. I was able to keep talking about what I thought were good plays or funny commercials because Sandy never put her mouth on anything other than my upper and inner thighs. Thinking back, I bet my skirt was in the way even with being lifted and bunched up around my hips.

What did eventually distract me was when Sandy stopped kissing and licking legs, looked back at her husband, and then started groping my tits over my clothes. She already had a handful when she turned back around and looked me straight in the eyes for a moment. She let go of me and crawled up just enough to kiss me. Matt just kept talking about the fucking football game!

Without asking, I peeled Sandy's shirt up over her head. I eventually worked her bra off of her too. She was the first show skin. I don't think anyone got a very good view of my mound because of my skirt and Sandy's head and hair. She is a brunette, though I suspect it was dyed that way, and her hair is pretty thick. I say it was shoulder length. My husband says it was shorter. The pictures they share online only show Sandy with much longer hair that she must have recently cut off because my husband and I agree it was nowhere near as long as it is in the pictures.

If Sandy has lots of hair, what she doesn't have is a large chest. I promise I'm not trying to body shame, but I was surprised at how small her tits are. They are there, but not as big as you'd think they'd be by looking at her. And it is pretty clear by looking at her that she isn't well endowed.

But I was, and still am, jealous of the rest of her tight body. She has abs, but not the kind that says someone puts a lot of effort into having them. They were that sexy kind of natural that comes with being slim like she is. Her ass was only a bit more than a crack in the back, but you could tell that she actually does put some effort into making it what it is. A solid little bubble butt with the perfect shape. Her thighs gave away that she does some work on that area in the gym. They weren't huge, but did seem a little firm and full for her frame. I don't want to go on and on about it, but her body was just the right mix of athletic, slim, and full all at once.

I didn't know all that until a little later though. After she could tell I was getting a little hot from what she was doing, she started kissing down to my chest and between pecks at the top of my cleavage said, "I'll trade <smack> you places <smack> whenever you're ready <smack>." Without a word, Matt stands up and takes the two steps over to me and starts doing the exact same thing to my chest after Sandy stands up and is out of his way.

I look over at my husband, who has been seated next to me on the couch the whole time, and he is expressionless. This was one of the most sedately hot experiences I'd had in a while. I looked at him long enough to see him notice that Sandy had held out her hand to him. When he took it, she led him over to one of the seats and straddled him while she was topless but with him still fully clothed.

I'm forever going to hate the Fiesta Bowl. The casual conversation had barely been interrupted while everyone, but me, was moving around and it was still mostly about that game. I don't hate football. I even kind of like it, but I couldn't believe that they guys wouldn't stop talking about it, at least not for more than a couple of seconds here and there, even after they'd paired off with the other's wife.

Sandy must have worked quick. By the time I looked back over at her and my husband, they were in process of moving to the floor and he was shirtless. He made himself pantless before laying down flat on his back on the floor. Sandy started sucking his already hard dick. That made him blink and, after a couple of seconds, take a long deep breath. Now things were moving?

No. I guess there are a lot of fucking football games on today too? It wasn't enough to talk about the one that was on. Now the men needed to talk about what WOULD be on. Sandy keeps track of football more than I do. Two different times she pulled way from my husband's dick to say something about it that I didn't understand, but our husbands did.

Matt had had to pull himself away to say things too. By this point, he had been kissing my stomach, having gotten me down to just my bra and my bunched up skirt. He found his way down to my inner and upper thighs, just like his wife had. But he didn't dive into me either. I was started to get very frustrated but tried not to show it.

Sandy had removed her panties while still, mostly, keeping my husband in her mouth! Her lips came of his cock for a split second as she worked to get them all the way off her feet. I had a moment of distraction from my impatience because of somewhat impressive feat! Her skirt was also still on. It was thinner than mine and she had more room to move. Once she got it up to almost around her waist, she straddled and lowered herself onto my husband's waiting cock.

Bitch didn't even bat an eye (I use that word because it became a joke between us as the night went on). I've seen the effect my husband's cock has on women when he firsts enters them. I've felt it myself SO many times. He has a nice dick. But Sandy acted like she hadn't just sat it, or even sat on any dick at all. With her mouth no longer filled, she had chimed in a couple of times and her tone of voice and expressions didn't change at all as she sat down on well above average penis.

I figured out why a few minutes later. Matt stood up and took off his jeans. I immediately noticed that he fills out his underwear nicely. I was already eager to get started, and seeing the contour of his dick, with his head trying desperately to push up and through the pressure of his waistband, just made it worse. The two or three little wet spots I could see let me know that no matter how much he was nonchalantly talking about sports, he was probably as excited as I was.

And that I knew my husband had to be! Sandy had been getting the looks downstairs. Both at the bars and when we were walking around the table games and slot machines, Sandy was clearly seen as the hotter one of us. I'm glad my husband was the one getting to fuck her and not those leering guys downstairs. I don't think Sandy minded them looking. Given what we were doing, the impression I'd gotten about her personality, and the almost smug reactions when it was obvious she was being checked out, it was clear she liked being seen and knew how to make it happen. I probably don't need to mention how sexy her legs are again, but there is a reason she wore a skirt and no panty hose or leggings.

But here we were, those legs draped over my husband on the floor. Me? I know had a big dick in my face. It wasn't long before I had it in my mouth. That didn't interrupt the conversation much because I hadn't been saying anything anyway. But at least with a man in my mouth, my frustration went away enough so that I could occasionally say something when I stopped sucking Matt to take a breath. Eventually, after I felt Matt get REALLY hard in my mouth, he sat down next me on couch. He put his arm around me and his body language hinted that he wanted me to grab his cock. So I did. I slowly jacked him off for a couple of minutes before he finally twisted in his seat so that he could start rubbing and fingering me.

That put me back to needing it. Bad. But the other three just kept up the casual conversation. I can't even remember what it was now, but at least it wasn't about football anymore. But I couldn't take it and started to help Matt help me with my left hand, while still trying to keep rhythm stroking him with my right one. At some point I completely took over rubbing myself. Matt got the hint and had stopped touching me. I had to have my good hand, so I stopped jacking Matt off and used it to pretty furiously rub my clit. I got lost in the feeling and didn't stop until I started cumming, remembering at the last second to be quiet and not make a scene about it.

Once I was done, I noticed that all eyes had turned to me. The other three had obviously just watch me get myself off. When they realized I was coming down from my peak, they went back to what they were doing, but not before Sandy glanced at Matt and smiled a little smile at him. I'd seen her make the same face in the reflection of the big windows earlier, when she'd turned to look at Matt when he was still over in the other chair. I think she felt like she was, or they were, in control of things, so to speak. But the random conversations just kept going even after I was done.

They were still at it when I got back from the bathroom. The talking I mean. Like nothing else was going on. But Sandy was still slowly riding my husband on the floor while she conversed. Matt was doing the same as he held his own cock in his hand. Nobody even mentioned that I'd had an orgasm. No playful remarks about being first or doing it early. No taunts about how I hadn't been able to wait. No questions about how good it felt or comments about how good it looked like it felt.

I decided to sit in one of the chairs, instead of next to Matt on the couch, and watch Sandy fuck my husband. I don't know what point I was trying to make, but I was trying to make one so that things would heat up. As usual, I'm the horniest one in the fucking room and everyone else doesn't seem to care!

Sandy's thigh muscles were coming in handy, but I think even she need to change things up a bit for some rest. Instead of the slow up and down cowgirl, she became a grinding cowgirl. All women know this maneuver. Get your clit between a man's pubic bone and your own, put as much weight down him as need, and rock your hips back and forth. This went on for a few minutes, then...finally!

"Oh, damn. Fuck," Sandy said very quickly and just above a whisper. My husband was going a bit too deep and it was uncomfortable for her. Her "nothing bothers me" demeanor gave way for a moment. But that's all I was looking for.

I knelt down between my husband's legs, behind Sandy. My trip to the bathroom was the point where everyone had finally gotten rid of all their clothes, me included. I reached around each side of Sandy and grabbed her tits, being surprised again at their lack of size. A couple of times, she raised her arms above her head, and this really made them flatten out. But her holding her thick brunette hair up like she did was so hot!

I could tell my husband was about to cum but was trying to hide it. I know him! I asked him, "You're feeling good aren't you?"

They way his "yes" barely made it out of his mouth cause Matt to come back to life. He didn't want my husband to cum. Not because he was jealous or that it would have been inside his wife. Nope. He said he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get hard again by midnight and fuck his wife during the countdown. That seemed really important to Matt and Sandy, but especially Matt. It brought my husband out of the moment. Me too, a little. Sandy hopped right off and said she could "wait."

SHE could wait. She had been getting close.

She didn't have to wait long. After another break for drink refills and Matt and Sandy's pills, we went out of our way to get set up to be able to see the TV and everyone fucking each other at the same time. There was symmetry to it. Sandy and I both leaned over one end of the couch, with the other's husband behind us. Matt and I had to look to our right to see the TV, my husband and Sandy to their left. Matt got the bright idea of trying to cum when the countdown hit zero. He suddenly blurted out that's what he wanted to do when the clock showed 40-something seconds left.

He fucked me about as fast I thought a man could ever hope to thrust. The position I was in, and that Sandy was in too but that didn't matter to her and my husband because he wasn't hung up on jazzing at zero, led to some VERY loud clapping every time Matt's groin hit my ass. He still didn't make it. Zero came and went and he hadn't gotten off.

It was his turn to be frustrated. He hadn't gotten the timing he wanted, but he had been close. Close enough that he got into that mindset that I was in earlier. He needed to finish. He told me to lay down on my back on the floor. I did it, even though I had been enjoying watching Sandy try keep a straight face and hide how good my husband was making her feel. Her eyes were wide open in that way that makes it clear that someone is either very tired, or being slowly overwhelmed by ecstasy, but trying very hard to not let anyone see it. Of course, it was the latter.

I got my wish though. After Matt tried to practically fuck me into the floor, I got back and sat at the other end of the couch next the arm I'd just been bent over and fucked on. Sandy knew why I was there. She gave me the "you fucking bitch, I know what you're doing" look. She tried to look away, but she must have figured out that made it more obvious than anything what she was trying to hide. Instead of turning her head, she started closing her eyes. That also gave away too much and, I think, only made the feelings and sensations stronger to her. She opened her eyes back up but start looking anywhere but at me, head still, eyes all around the room. Her mouth started hanging open a little longer after each gasp she tried to hide. Soon, it stayed slightly.

Matt had finally broken down and let himself go while he had me on the floor. When he put his body weight down on me and his face next to mined, but with lips next to the ear on furthest away from my husband and his wife, he kept whispering things like, "You like this cock? You're getting some good dick now, aren't you? You like it. You like this cock fucking the shit out of you don't you?" until he came.

I tired to return the favor by being vocal now, cheering on my husband. "Fuck her. She likes it. Give it to her. Fuck her. Come on! Fuck her! FUCK HER! HARDER! She wants it, give it to her."

Sandy looked at me like she could kill me. She liked being in control and knowing what was coming and what was cumming. In that moment, that control had been taken from her. She blamed me. Or, at least she did for a moment after hearing me tell my husband to pound her pussy.

Out of nowhere, she mashed her teeth together. I could them because she didn't close her lips. They were pulled back creating that look that some women get that almost looks like pain, but isn't. Or maybe it is, but it's the good kind? Whatever it was, her mouth flew completely back open, much wider than before. Her back arched up for a split second. Then, just as quickly, arched down in the other direction as her she threw her head back. But she hadn't made sound!

She started moving her ass around, mostly pushing up and back. That threw my husband off a little and he stopped fucking her. Her eyes, which had been tightly shut for a few seconds, came open long enough for me to see the desperation in them. The loudly whispered, "WHAT? No!" as she looked back to husband, apparently wondering why he'd stopped, also gave away that this slut was enjoying herself, wanted to keep doing it, and was starting not to care if other people knew it.

She finally let out a long, loud, noise as she turned her face back my direction. I'd call it moan, but the pitch was to high. Her voice that, all night, had been just barely husky enough to be sultry and alluring, was unexpectedly quite high pitched. Like a woman out of control, really. And finally.

She tried to regain what she must think of as control. She kept looking right at me, daring me to keep encouraging my husband. So I did.

But I turned the knife a little. "You made her cum. Now it's your turn. Fuck her. Go on! FUCK HER. Fuck her until you feel as good she did." I knew that she knew that I knew what I was doing, even if she tried to play along and hide it by going back to her calm face and saying things like, "You gonna listen to your wife? Yeah. You should. You should fuck me. You should do what she says and fuck me. I know you want to. She likes it too. So fuck me." She was trying very hard to say that in as flat and collected a way as she could.

Eventually, my husband did cum. When I could tell he was close, I told him to cum on her back. He pulled out and did exactly that. I got another look that said, "You're a fucking bitch." I get the sense she felt like she'd been marked and didn't like it.

Later in the night, she tried to reassert herself. I'll explain how in a follow up.

Happy New Year, everyone!