Every single New Year’s Eve since we’ve been together, my husband and I have marked the point of midnight by fucking. We start fucking in the last few minutes of the one year, fuck all through the top of the hour and finish off in the new year.
Wherever we are, we do this. At home, at someone else’s house (in private), at someone else’s house (with an audience) or like this New Year, when we were at an event. A New Year Ball at our village hall. The first year we went to this event, we were planning on going home, but left it too late. So, in desperation, we went round the back of the village hall to find somewhere quiet for a quick sneaky fuck. What we found were a couple of other couples clearly intent on doing the same thing, and already making a start. It wasn’t long before my dress was round my waist and his cock was in my cunt. I was expecting to warm him up, but the prospect of an outside fuck, then getting to watch others fuck as well, made him perfectly hard enough.
I remember on that instance, it was quite warm and so quite a long fuck. This year, it was much colder. My nipples were rock hard as soon as we left the warmth of the village hall. My cunt’s microclimate was keeping it warm, but my ass cheeks soon went cold as soon as they were bared and a cold wind blew over them.
My dress, well that is amazing. It is a full length figure hugging silver shimmery dress. It has a deep, but narrow V plunge (so no bra possible, but the dress is shaped to hold the tits up anyway) and splits from my feet to my waist on each side (important for the fucking). Underneath, I wore white stockings and suspenders. I finished it off with silver shoes and a silver fascinator in my hair.
I would never have tried the dress on, as I would assume it would show every lump and bump, but it didn’t. But it did show the shape of my freezing cold rock hard nipples and my metal suspender clips, both things I was happy to display.
All through the evening, my husband was whispering total filth into my ear. His words, combined with a few tit touches and ass brushes got me in the mood and got my cunt moist in anticipation, and the big old village clock ticking its way towards my impending outside fuck just added to the atmosphere.
With seven minutes to go, he took my hand and took me outside, lining me up with the others out there for a fuck. I groped at his trousered cock, but he didn’t really need that, so I just undid his fly and pulled his cock out, then taking my position bending over, leaning on a fence post. He pulled my dress up to my waist, the splits from waist to floor being critical here, and he just finger fucked my cunt a couple of times whilst he ascertained my cunt was slick enough, then he just lined me up with his cock and then just pushed his rock hard cock in.
Despite being so cold, it felt so good, and the breeze over my ass soon made it even colder. His rhythm was steady, with firm slams in (my arms taking the strain and recovering my body to position each time). My ass cheeks got cold quickly, so every minute or so, I got him to pull out, spank each cheek as hard as he could a couple of times, and then plough back in and carry on fucking. It did warm my ass each time, and some of the other men saw and did the same to warm their own woman’s ass.
It wasn’t practical for him to grab my tits in this dress, which would have been handy, as it might have warmed my nipples up. There was no warmth in this dress, and even though it was only a couple of minutes, my nipples were so hard, and by the time it reached midnight, they were so large and so painful. But there was no relief and my cunt was happy, so I carried on. He had been slowly building my orgasm since before midnight, but was going quickly and accelerating now. I was so close, so in to the fuck that I completely forgot my surroundings, forgot the audience, forgot the exposure. And a woman crying out next to me as she came was what finished me off too, me adding to the cries, my cunt clamping down on his cock. He gave me another couple of valiant strokes, before pulling mostly out, so his glans was just inside my cunt, and it was there he came. Copious amounts of cum that had built up in the last nine hours, and all of it deposited just inside my cunt.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted cum to be sliding out of my cunt, and getting me messy. With no panties to protect me, there was no way this was going to be anything other than a disaster zone under my dress, a position he loved putting me in. And I knew how to handle it, just try to ignore it, and if I drip cum on the floor, it isn’t my fault. He wouldn’t let me clean up anyway, so with nipples so hard and painful, with cum already sliding out of my cunt all over my crotch and stockings, I went back inside.
I felt so slutty, so horny, so sexy that despite just being fucked, I wanted more. And my secret messiness just ramped up my slutty feelings even more. We’ve done this a lot, and it still feels so filthy, so slutty, and I absolutely love it.
People started drifting off quite quickly after midnight, but my husband made us stay later than that, made my messy cunt the focus of my attention for a good 45 minutes.
The walk home is only about five minutes, but my nipples, which had very slightly defrosted inside the village hall, were back rock hard and painful again, almost feeling like they were about to explode. I was almost crying when I got in, they were so painful.
He took me into the kitchen, removed the dress, and then bent me over the worktop, lubed up my ass and ploughed in, holding my hips to give him a strong anal penetration. As my nipples slowly started to defrost without touching anything, my tits were wildly swinging from his powerful strokes. It felt more submission sodomy than something I was about to cum from, and indeed, I felt him growing and ultimately start to throb.
But again, he pulled nearly all the way out, spurting into my asshole with only his glans inside my pucker. And then, without letting me cum again, he stood back and admired his handywork, admired the mess he’d created round my cunt, on my stockings and then as a little cum slid back out of my asshole.
I felt like a complete slut with so much cum already slid out of me and glistening in the light. Once he had inspected my cunt and ass over and over, he went and got the camera to document just how messy I was. For some reason, he really loved it. I’ve become used to it over the years, so I enjoy it immensely too.
Once his camera work was done, he took me upstairs to bed, restrained me by wrists over my head and by ankles to the foot of the bed, and then kissing me, he told me to sleep, him wanting me to start the new year as a cummy mess, and only then did he start sucking on my still cold nipples, the warmth of another human warming them up in a way nothing else would.
His mouth soothed them, and there was no twisting or nibbling, just gentle warming sucks and tongue flicks. Oh, it felt so good for them not to be in pain.
And then I did sleep, until I was awoken with him manoeuvring me into position for my morning sodomy session, having unlocked me. He hadn’t cleaned me up at all, just ploughing into my lubed ass for nearly an hour, before cumming, you guessed it, just inside my asshole. More cum to slide out.
Once he had finished (and I hadn’t cum, obviously), he rolled me back over again and re-restrained me, leaving me to sleep again, but with a fresh dose of cum to slide out of my ass.
Once I awoke again, Anna was there, there to clean me up, with her tongue. My husband had insisted every single drop of cum was to go down Anna’s or my throat (transferred via cum kiss), and if she made me cum, so be it. I knew she’d try. The twist I wasn’t expecting was that he insisted on masturbating Anna’s beautiful moist cunt all the time she was licking, and he would make her cum too, obviously.
Was a great slutty start to the New Year! Setting the tone. Setting the pace.