A Perfect Year
With thanks to Andrew Lloyd Webber, Don Black, and Christopher Hampton.
It's New Year's Eve and hopes are high
Dance one year in, kiss one goodbye
Another chance, another start
So many dreams to tease the heart
We don't need a crowded ballroom everything we need is here
And face to face we will embrace
The perfect year.
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Our coming perfect year (one among many since I met my husband Kent) began in Hawai’i as the natives write it; Honolulu to be precise. And it was four of us fucking in the new year; the dance was the oldest of them all. Our spirits were high as we fell asleep stinking, sore, exhausted and satisfied; high on post-climactic endorphins.
Kent and I have spent four weeks in Hawaii courtesy of wealthy friends who spend the holidays in St. Barts and lent us their luxury condo on Waikiki Beach. Our Aussie stud Daniel who recently became our third joined us for the last nine days that he could take off work; he arrived on Christmas eve. The fourth was what Daniel calls a “rando” and is a waiter we met at Christmas eve dinner; a studly bruiser of a young Scot named Harris who served us even better naked in our bed.
Kent and I awoke early into New Year’s day to the pleasantly stale stench of men; several rounds of man-on-man sex the night before, four men’s sweat, and many loads of cum blown by each. Indeed it was a great start to any day and particularly to bring in 2025.
Harris our thick-accented waiter dwarfed even my very tall husband and our tall third; at an admitted six foot eight he seemed taller still and had broad shoulders and huge slab pecs, tree-trunk thighs, arms the thickness of my legs, and a veritable pelt of soft but wiry ginger hair. We each fucked Harris; his nearly thirty years had given him considerable practice and he maximized loads of stamina. He’d also fucked Daniel and me each within an inch of our lives; an enthusiastically robust manic fuck for each of us. All of the memories of the night before flooded into my waking consciousness along with the heavy atmosphere of male debauchery which lingered in the miasma. I inhaled deeply again and smiled.
Harris was asleep half on me with my arm wrapped around him and his stubbly face heavy on my left pec. Daniel was wrapped around Kent who was wrapped around the waiter. Kent grimaced playfully and gestured to his complicated extraction route as I disengaged gently and stood by the side of the bed. I laughed quietly; grateful for these to be the problems we have in our life. I stretched my taut body; my morning hard-on swung in arcs and Kent made obscene gestures with his tongue.
I left my husband to extricate himself from the masculine entanglement in our bed and headed into the sumptuous master bathroom. My dick was hard as a pipe but it was a pee hard-on; quickly it was becoming critical. As I got to the toilet I stood and let about a gallon flow out of me. Kent arrived and wrapped his muscular hairy arms around me from behind and pressed his own hard-on into my crack. “Is it the toilet or me that your heat-seeking missile is targeting?”
Kent kissed my neck in the place that turns me to mush; I had a firm hold on my deflating boner and felt that softening reverse. “I love how we enjoy Daniel and have enjoyed that Scottish hulk of beef; but my dick craves some alone time with my husband too,” he growled into the back of my ear as he slid his hard-on in the crack of my rear.
The already-slimy state of my hole after last night’s vigorous use by our guest the Scot was now twice as gooey by the time my stream petered out. I bent and pulled Kent with me as he didn’t let go and I braced my hands on the tank and pushed my hole onto him. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck that’s the best,” I moaned. “Always the best,” I moaned as I situated myself onto his nearly-nine inches of thick veiny man-flesh.
“God yes!” Kent growled and began to pump me with his over-sized sex-pole.
Soooooo deep and so perfect to fill and stretch my most intimate channel to its limit.
The commode closet at our friends’ condo where we were staying had a pocket door. Balancing with my right hand on the tank I felt around with my left until I got the pull and managed to get the door closed about the time the force of my husband’s thrusts had me grunting loud with each slam of his bush into my butt-crack. I couldn’t help it; I never could. The way Kent fucks with brutal force but also with hip gyrations that accentuate the stimulation all through my pleasure tract make it impossible to not get lost in the sensations; his sucking and biting on my neck was just kerosene on the already raging blaze.
I was rock hard and aching; my balls were buzzing with arousal and painfully in need of release. Kent knows what I need; and he knows how to blow my mind giving it to me.
With a change in thrust angle and an increase in leverage with his hands moved to a tight grip on my shoulders he was VERY focused and on-target. His thrusts alternately knocked, rubbed, and nuzzled my prostate until it took his strong grip on my shoulders, mine on the toilet tank, and firmly planting my feet to keep myself from toppling as he drilled me like only he knows how to do.
My moans and pleas were incoherent; my senses were overwhelmed with pre-ecstasy and in pursuit of the full state. My chute was clenching involuntarily and milking him primally; his seed was what the full state of my being at that moment craved. And just as he fucked me over the edge and I wailed, “OH FUCK YEAH! FILL ME WITH YOUR LOAD STUD!” two things happened.
First I clenched around him so tight that he grunted in frustration for the extra effort it took to maintain the force and cadence of this thrusts. I felt him thicken and harden in response; the former stretching me in the familiar way that for a moment seems it might damage my tight tunnel of love muscles. “Fuck babe I’m gonna! Gonna fill you full of me and knock you up!” I’m not a particular devoté of m-preg kink but in the throes of bottoming a top telling you he’s going to knock you up is the ultimate in stimulation; at least until his ejaculations start. If it’s the man you love magnify that ultimate to galactic proportions; I NEEDed every drop of his seed IN me.
Second and right before Kent growled his intent into the echoing toilet space the door slid back swiftly and two men’s voices of vastly different pitches expressed their appreciation. “Oy mate! I told ya they’d be banging like the hot fuckers in heat they are!” was our Daniel’s Aussie drawl. “Aye that’s the way to bang that fine ass!” was our guest Harris’s rumbling Scottish brogue.
And it wasn’t a moment later that Kent cried out, “I know you want it,” and that caused my body to erupt in anticipation. My hole was already clenching as he pulled back and releasing on his return to allow him to slam back into me; completely reflexive as my body fought to hold him inside me and then opened to allow him entry again.
“I FUCKIN’ WANT IT!” I cried at a fever pitch of desire that echoed in the small room just as my body went rigid and he brutally slammed my fuse and ignited the torrent. I splattered cum in an arc that hit the wall over the toilet and wall behind it like my body was expelling my guts. “Nggggyyyyyyhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa!” I groaned as that first shot exploded and my body went from seizing to convulsing as shot after shot followed.
And my husband’s tense groans as he expelled his seed and painted my guts rang out rhythmically as I felt his lead-like dick pulse and throb inside me. He finally flopped down onto my back and again wrapped his arms around my sweating body; he gasped for air behind my ear and his sweat ran onto my neck and dropped from his hair.
I realized that I was dripping too; one of my forceful shots had been in time with having hung my head slackly and hit me square in the face with my own jizz. I risked one of my hand grips to clasp his hands on my sternum and to hold him tight as he said breathily, “I’m … yours. I have been … always will be Al.”
If I hadn’t just cum like a twenty-year-old college student jacking to his jock roommate’s filthy jock-strap I’d have blown another wad; his words and his body molded to me were that powerful.
“Aye you’re two hot dahs yees are!” Harris complimented us and clapped slowly.
Daniel laughed and told him, “How’s that to shag in the new year?”
Harris growled, “Ahhhdin’ to the shenanigans of last night I’d say a right good start!”
Kent and I managed to get ourselves standing upright though I held him tight to me and didn’t allow him to pull free of me. “Come here Daniel,” I said and held an arm out.
He came to us while Harris stood hard and flushed watching us; his big hand idly stroked his thick stubby dick. Kent and I each used an arm and embraced Daniel and we all three kissed deeply for an indeterminate time. Then when he was panting and weak and we were holding him as he tottered in our arms we told him we love him; he shivered and sighed.
Harris softly exhaled and rumbled, “Tis a bonnie sight your threesome!”
To him I said, “As our guest you get first choice for breakfast.” He looked surprised and I clarified the menu. “My filled hole. Kent’s slimy dick and sac. Kent’s sweaty hole. My spent dick and sweating hairy sac. Or of course our boy here.”
Harris’s face had brightened but looked like he’d just been given far too many delicacies from which to choose. “Ahm ah gettin’ fucked for the dessert?” he finally asked.
Daniel laughed with joy. “Oh you so right are mate! I know my dads won’t be letting you leave us until you’ve tapped-out.”
Kent said as he finally pulled his dick free of my hole, “Either you suck my husband’s ass clean or one of us will. That’s the delicacy right there.” He slapped my butt-cheek which caused me to involuntarily squelch out a fluidy fart of cum.
“My husband like all chefs prizes his work,” I told Harris with a laugh as he dropped to his knees and aggressively got his face in my crack. “Oh well that’s settled then,” I said with a laugh that turned to a moan.
His big tongue was inside me easily and made me shiver with delight as he scraped my fucked-raw insides and painfully stretched hole and slurped and growled with appreciation. “FUCK!” I cried as waves of pleasure resurged inside me.
Kent laughed and grabbed my face again and roughly kissed me and Daniel both.
“Good thing we have nowhere to be,” he said. “We’re going to be celebrating the new year all day today with more sex than a room full of frat boys at a circuit party!
Happy new year to us!
