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Archive-name: Affairs/xmtongue.txt
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Archive-title: Christmas Party Tongue Fest
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She's looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde;
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leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she's got the whole
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package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn't notice my
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eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn't give for an hour
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alone with this one...
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Well, at least if I'm stuck at a perennially boring Christmas
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party, I can scope some yummy women. On the sly, of course. The
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wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I
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smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I'm
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paying some attention to the conversation. "Can I get you
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something to drink, honey?" I inquire. "Why yes, an eggnog would
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be nice." And I saunter off. Now where'd that blonde go? No
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matter, I'll catch up with her again.
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At the bar, I pour an eggnog and give the bar a once over. I'm
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impressed; they've got everything. I decide to make myself an iced
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tea. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, some sour mix and a
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dash of coke. Voilà! And a huge slice of lemon. Hoo hah! This'll
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set me straight.
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"Wow, that looks like quite a drink." A sensual voice behind me
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turned my knees to mush. "It's my favorite, I replied, turning. A
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rather plain brunette owned that incredible voice. We chatted for
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a few seconds before I returned to my wife's side with the eggnog.
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"Thanks, babe. What are you drinking?" "Iced tea." She groaned
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knowingly, "I should have known!" Smiles all around. I sip my
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drink. Yum. It's a stiff one, alright. Tant mieux!
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I can already feel it, and I'm barely half done. Thank God our
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hosts had some large glasses. There's blondie. Christ, she looks
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hot. She's got me talking to myself now. I disengage from my
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wife's arm and start to mingle.
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I make eye contact with Miss Luscious again, and hold it much
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longer than I should have. Sparks are flying, and I'm getting high
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from the drink. Empty already? C'est dommage. Thank you, sir, may
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I have another? I'm back at the bar, making another drink. I see
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something close out of the corner of my eye and turn my head. The
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blonde has appeared at my side. "Hi," she said warmly. "I'm
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Clarissa, Bob and Carol's niece." "Hi, Clarissa, I'm Mark." We
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shake hands, prim and proper, but in my mind's eye I see us
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together in far more intimate ways. My ears start to burn and my
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face is hot and I know I'm blushing. She is so beautiful.
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"What kind of drink is that?" she asks. "It's an iced tea.
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They're very powerful." "Oh really? I prefer champagne." "Can I
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get you one?" "Sure, thanks." I pour some Moët into a fine crystal
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champagne glass and give it to Clarissa. She touches my hand
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delicately as I give her the glass. A shiver runs up my spine. She
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sensuously sips at the effervescent nectar. I glance over at my
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wife and see she's engaged in an animated conversation. "Come with
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me," I whisper hoarsely.
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We walk into the other room, then down the hallway. A quiet,
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deserted room awaits. I flick on the light, check the hallway to
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make sure we haven't been seen and close the door behind us. One
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look at her and I know she is completely unsurprised by all of
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this. I put my drink down and put a hand on her hip, looking
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deeply into her vibrant blue eyes. I move forward to kiss her and
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she closes her eyes. Our embrace is instant and unrehearsed; our
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kiss is incredibly hot. Firm lips give way to an eager tongue,
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which darts into my mouth and dances with my own. She smells of an
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obscenely priced perfume. We kiss for a solid minute, after which
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she is breathless. The beast within has taken over; I am filled
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with unbridled animal lust.
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"We don't have much time," I say and I kiss her again. She puts
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her champagne glass down on the table. A large, comfortable
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leather sofa invites. "You're incredibly beautiful," I say between
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torrid kisses. In seconds we're on the couch, getting more
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comfortable. I pull her strapless red satin dress down so I may
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attack her breasts. Her nipples are pink and firm, perched high on
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her jutting breasts. I cup them in my hands and feel their warm
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fullness and firmness. Massaging them gently while I french her, I
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am filled with passion. I kiss my way over to an ear and nibble
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gently. I kiss her ear hotly, running my tongue about the lobe and
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along the side. She shivers with delight. I nibble her neck, now,
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and hear her breath begin to deepen.
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I kiss my way down to her heaving breasts, and rub my face with
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them. The softness on my clean shaven face is a treat and I
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luxuriate in them. Her nipples are quite swollen now, and I long
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for a day when I can exploit them fully. But today is not that
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day. I'm under incredible pressure because of the time factor. I
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continue, undaunted. I finally take a nipple into my mouth, and
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caress it gently. I hear a throaty purr from my flaxen haired
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vixen. She likes. I work this nipple over pretty good, giving it a
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thorough tongue lashing before moving over to the other one. Can't
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have any jealousy, you know. I grasp the wet nipple between my
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forefinger and thumb and gently roll its hardness as I lick and
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suck the other. She is moaning now, and I swear I can smell her
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juices already, even though I haven't lifted her dress yet.
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I give her throbbing nipples little bites, and the shock has her
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undulating her hips. She's plenty hot now, but time is running
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out. I place a hand under her dress. She's got panty hose on, not
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stockings. The other hand joins the first as I pull her panty hose
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down to her ankles. I continue to swirl my tongue over a nipple
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as I put my hand to her pussy. She's sopping wet, hot and wide
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open. I push her dress up over her hips, and bend down to kiss her
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hot snatch. She is incredibly fragrant, but not the least bit
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repulsive. In fact her scent really turns me on, and I dive right
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in. I lick her dripping labia lovingly; first one and then the
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other, running my tongue along their length. She puts her hands on
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my head, guiding me to her clit, but I resist. I thrust my tongue
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into her love hole and she stiffens. She's getting pretty vocal
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now, and I am concerned that someone will hear her cries and
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investigate.
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Her hands become more insistent, and I finally stop. I grab each
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hand and place one on each tit. "Play with them," I order. She
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looks at me. "Play with them or I won't let you cum." That does
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it, and and starts to massage her breasts. "It feels so nasty when
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I do that," she says as I resume licking her glistening slit. I
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stop only long enough to utter, "I only hope I can someday SHOW
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you nasty..." then slurp my way to her clit. She begins to shudder
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and I know the time is now. I flutter lick her clit until she
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erupts, then suck it into a frenzy. "Holy shit she's loud," I
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think as I worry about the door opening.
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Finally, as the last spasms subside from her throbbing orgasm, I
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let up. I look into her lust filled but spent eyes and see
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appreciation. "Oh, God, I want more of where that came from," she
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begins, leering at my crotch. "Sorry, time's up," I manage, even
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though my cock is a diamond. It's sooo tough to say no to such a
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beautiful creature, but I must. She whimpers in disappointment.
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"Perhaps some other time." "Please," she pleads. "I can't. My wife
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will already be wondering where the hell I am." "Fuck her." "I
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fully intend to, when I get home," I respond, with a grin. "Merry
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Christmas, you hot luscious thing." "Merry Christmas," she
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answers, "but I want more presents." That pretty little pout makes
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me consider staying, but only for a moment. I've already risked
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my ass.
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"May I call you some time to finish this off?" "You must!"
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"Fine, give me your number." She does and then touches her pussy
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with a finger before wiping it off on the piece of paper.
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"Something for you to remember me by," she sighs. As if I could
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forget.
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I leave her to finish cleaning herself up and go to the
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bathroom. My God, I'm a mess. My face is covered with pussy juice.
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I quickly wash my face and dry it, careful not to drip onto my
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tie. Rearrange the hair, and I return to the party. "Hey, where
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have you been?" "Er, mingling in the other room." "Oh. Can you get
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me another eggnog?" "Sure."
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I slug down the rest of my iced tea, and get another egg nog.
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And what the hell- so I make another iced tea. Gotta love these
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Christmas parties.
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I see Clarissa across the room, eating it up as another guy drools
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over her. She turns to me and winks. I'll see her again.
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