The closest they came to not cumming was the year they did it in the snow. As the time approached, he couldn’t stay hard, even though they were sixty-nining side-by-side so neither’s naked ass was getting frozen. His mouth had her at the edge, but his dick was not showing proper appreciation for her orals skills. In desperation, he flipped and rotated onto his back, pulling her on top and using his fingers to stuff his semi-hard cock into her pussy. The searing heat of her flesh and the needy look on her face above him inspired a surge of inflating blood just in time. As the clock reached zero, his thrusts and his fingers on her clit launched them both into the new year.
It was a tradition since the first New Year’s Eve that Brad and Janet spent together. So in love, they decided not to go out but stayed home and fucked all night, at one point, timing their climaxes to the stroke of midnight.
This year, his new boss Frank insisted they attend his New Year’s Eve party. Janet knew Brad’s promotion could depend on it and sadly resigned herself to ending their streak. He told her not to give up hope and suggested she wear a short skirt to the party. Despite the season, he talked her into leg makeup instead of stockings, so only panties would have to be rearranged.
When they reached the mansion and saw the large number of guests, it seemed like they might get a chance to slip away at the critical moment. As they mingled, they scouted possible locations.
Once the dancing started, many eyes watched the two of them, mostly Janet. Her long athletic legs moved with precision, and occasional twirls revealed her thong panties as well as most of her firm ass cheeks. During a slow dance, the couple ground against each other.
“Would you be willing to dance with Ed?” Brad asked, nodding toward his co-worker. “His wife asked me to ask you.”
Janet noticed the very pregnant woman sitting next to the well-built guy.
“She said they both love to dance, but she’s really not up to it,” Brad continued.
“Don’t leave me with him at midnight,” Janet teased, catching Ed watching her. “I might just cum without you!”
When the music stopped, Brad led her to him. “She’s wearing me out, Ed,” he said, handing him her hand. “Can you take over for a few dances?”
Ed jumped to his feet smiling; his wife winked at Brad in appreciation.
Brad began to have second thoughts when the music took a Latin turn. Ed was quite the tango dancer and Janet, aided by the alcohol and party atmosphere, put on a show.
Suppressing his jealousy and enjoying the envy of the male guests, he took the free moments to formulate a plan. After a steamy lambada, he retrieved Janet to the thanks and admiration of the parents-to-be.
“I’m so hot,” she panted as Brad handed her a cup of cold punch. Her eyes told him it wasn’t just the exertion. She glanced down to see the bulge that his black pants could hardly disguise.