New Year's Eve

For the past several years, my wife and I have stayed home for New Years Eve, opting for a quiet evening of watching marathons of old TV shows and ringing in the new year with a kiss as we watched the ball drop. Sometimes we don’t even make it to midnight, falling asleep even before Andy Cohen gets a buzz on. We didn’t see the ball drop this year either, but we had a much better time than our usual new year’s routine. 

I planned a romantic night for us. Our son, who just turned eighteen, was home from college but away for the weekend skiing with friends so we had the house to ourselves. I bought oysters and king crab legs and mixed us a champagne cocktail as we watched old black and white movies.  By 10:00, we finished off the bottle of champagne, and with each glass fortified with a healthy dose of gin, I had a good buzz going, but my wife was very drunk. 

We went upstairs to our bedroom and by the time I came out of the bathroom she was passed out in bed. I got in bed and slid up next to her, affectionately kissing her face and neck. She protested that she was too tired, too drunk to do anything. I stripped off my boxers and helped her out of her pajamas and panties and caressed her soft skin and supple curves.   She laid there, unresponsive to my kisses and touch. I relented, contently lying next to her with my arm draped over her and my hard cock pressed against her hip. 

I drifted off to sleep when suddenly I noticed her stirring, rolling over and rubbing her hand over my body and pressing her face against mine, passionately kissing me.  She reached down and took hold of my cock which like the rest of my body was reawakened to her surprising advances. I responded in kind, sticking my tongue deep into her mouth and pulling her closer to me. 

I gently rubbed my hand up and down her back. She used her other hand and cupped her breast and offered it to me. I eagerly accepted it, putting my lips around her nipple and gentlemen sucked it. I moved my hand between her legs which she slightly parted to give me access to her wet pussy. I slid my fingers over her slit then concentrated on her clit, rubbing her little nub up and down. She was breathing heavy and softly whimpered as I pleasured her while she stroked my hard cock. 

After a few minutes she swung her leg over my waist and climbed on top of me, pressing her mound against my stiff cock.  She lifted herself upon and grabbed the base of my shaft and guided it inside her. I laid there and let her ride me, allowing her to be in control. She pushed herself down on me, shoving my cock deep into her, clenching tight around it. She rocked back and forth slowly as my cock slid in and out of her. 

She came with a shudder, clenching her cunt around my cock. I shifted my legs so that I could pump my cock in her well lubricated pussy. She moaned loudly as her orgasm built up then she collapsed on top of me. 

She slid off me and rolled over onto her side and fell asleep.  I laid there, my cock throbbing because I hadn’t cum. I wiped her juices off my cock and sucked my fingers as I stared at her bare back. I edged myself for several minutes to that sight and the memory of our passion just moments earlier. I shot my load on myself then pulled the covers over me and fell asleep. 

I can’t think of any better way to celebrate the new year. Hopefully this will be an annual tradition.