Message-ID: <21970asstr$946059000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Jack of all Trades" From: "Jack of all Trades" Subject: {ASSM} {Y2K} Aieeee2K MF Rom Mast Lines: 304 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 07:40:33 CST X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 13:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, don't read it! This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other use is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder. E-mail me, I'll probably give you permission. I just want to know and control where it is posted. This story may be posted as part of a review or to free-access, non-commercial archive sites. Tell me what you liked, or didn't like. Please! E-mail address: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com Copyright 1999 by Jack of all Trades Aieeee2K This all started from reading those Y2K stories on ASS. Everyone was celebrating the dawning of the new millennium with some sort of hot sexual adventure with the exception of John A whose experience was a tad deflating. I knew I wanted to spend my evening snuggled with my wife engaging in carnal pleasures. It seemed the perfect way to welcome a new millennium. I couldn't wait to tell her of our plans when I got home from the office. I thought about all the things that I wanted to do with her on New Year's eve as I drove home. I figured we could start about 11PM since the kids would have been put to bed at 9 and two hours ought to be sufficient time for them to fall asleep and not be awakened by our activities. I would heat up some lotion and start with a thorough back and neck massage, something she loves to have done to her. I could picture myself rubbing and massaging her shoulders, working the lotion into her smooth creamy skin. Working my way down a bit lower, forcing the tension out of her back muscles, tracing her ribs with my fingers but careful to avoid her ticklish spots; then to the small of her back, rubbing and squeezing, feeling her relax to my touch. I would skip over her ass and start on her legs, kneading her hamstrings, occasionally allowing my hands to travel to her inner thighs to tease her a bit; then down to the calves. By this time I would be able to smell her arousal, a small reward for a job well done. The big reward was coming next though as I ran my hands up her legs and started on her lovely ass. I loved to work her cheeks with my fingers, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling the heat from her crack. I would work the lotion into the cleft, running my fingers lightly through the crack just brushing her anus at first. My fingers delved deeper to circle her rose, inserting just the tip of my finger and gently working it in a circular motion. After twenty or so minutes of enjoying the feel of her in my hands I would roll her over and apply my skills to her front starting with her wonderful legs and working my way up to her perfect breasts. When I get her breasts lubed up with the lotion it feels like they just pour through my hands. I would gently squeeze and tease her nipples. I could almost hear her moans as I daydreamed about this perfect night. I had to interrupt my fantasy though and adjust myself in my pants since I was now outside the school and had to pick up my son. "Man I can't wait for that little fantasy to come true," I thought to myself as I entered the school and signed my son out. Jason never has anything together when I come to pick him up. He has to be the most disorganized child in the school. His book bag is in one corner, his coat in another and he and his friends are drawing or playing a game somewhere else. Usually whatever game they are playing involves many small pieces that are invariably scattered across the table and on the floor and I have to wait for him to get himself together so we can go home. I usually talk to the after-school care supervisor while I wait but today she was discussing her New Years plans with one of her helpers. I eavesdropped while waiting for my son. "Jimmy got us tickets to the bash at the Sheraton and a room for later," I overheard. "They have prime rib, shrimp, crab and a whole bunch of other fancy food. Then we dance until the big countdown, drink champagne, then I'm dragging his butt up to the room and I figure we'll get to sleep about 4." This was accompanied by giggles from her helpers. Apparently ASS writers aren't the only ones planning on hot New Years celebrations. Jason was ready. "See you all," I called out as we went out the door. We climbed into the Jeep and I backed out of my parking spot. I looked at my son. "What happened in school today?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied. I snickered. My son is now in the fourth grade. If his responses are any indication I now know why everyone bemoans the current state of education. "You learned nothing today?" I asked. "What did you do in math?" Jason sighed. He knew I would keep pressing until I found out what he did learn that day. "We started on long division, we're still working on our solar system projects in science, and I have a new story to read for language arts." "So you did learn something," I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess," he said. I turned into our development. I reached over and grabbed his side tickling him as I drove. He squirmed and giggled. We reached the house, pulled into the garage, and parked the car. Jason beat me to the door and went inside as I pressed the button to lower the garage door. As I entered the house Jason's coat was laying in the foyer with his book bag. "Jason, your coat and book bag don't belong on the floor, hang them up!" I shouted. "Hi, dear," I said as I entered the kitchen and gave my wife a kiss. "How was your day?" "Busy, frustrating and disappointing," she said. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" my four-year old shouted as she ran to me and wrapped herself around my legs. I picked her up and gave her the bear hug she was waiting for. "The same old same old," I replied to my wife. She laughed. "Yeah." She went back to preparing dinner as I went upstairs to our bedroom to change out of my suit and into jeans. By the time I got back downstairs the kids had the TV on and were watching Nickelodeon. I picked up a book and read until Lisa told us it was time for dinner. We ate, I did the dishes, which means I loaded the dishwasher, helped Jason with his homework, and then it was time for baths. Lisa gave Bree a bath and then Jason took care of himself. Another hour of Nickelodeon and it was time to put the children to bed. After reading their story and tucking them into bed it was finally time when the two of us could talk. "Lisa, sweetie, instead of going out this New Years why don't we stay home and celebrate together in bed? I have some wicked plans for that body of yours." "Honey, don't you ever listen to me?" she said with an exasperated sigh. "I told you last week that I had to work New Years because of the Y2K thing." Lisa is Director of Nursing in a local nursing home. As part of management they are required to be on hand New Years Eve in case any problems crop up. Nobody expects anything to go wrong but they have to be there just the same. "Oh yeah," I mumbled. Talk about your cold, wet blankets. One good old fantasy shot to hell. "Well it won't be the same as actually ringing in the New Year, but when you get home I still will have plans for you." We talked some more, watched TV, then I went upstairs to my office to check out the latest postings to ASS, while Lisa went to bed. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself as I read the great things others would be doing with their partners that I wouldn't get to do. Cripes practically everyone I knew was going to be getting some when the clock struck twelve or a short time thereafter. We would be lucky if Earth's orbit wasn't affected from all the mattress pounding that was going to be taking place. "Now that would be a neat sci-fi idea for a story," I thought to myself as I shut the computer down. Well with my plans shot out of the water I kind of moped about as the big day approached. New Years Eve found Lisa and I putting the kids to bed at 9. We went back downstairs; Lisa grabbed her purse and then gave me a big kiss. "I don't expect anything to happen, so I should be back home by one. I expect big things from you when I get here," she said as she squeezed my crotch. "Love ya." "Love you, too." Hmm, things were looking better. I went upstairs into my office and opened up the newsbrowser. I was reading stories when the phone rang at 11:45. "Hello." "Hi sweetie, been in the bedroom yet?" "No." "Well go check it out, I left you a surprise." Click. I logged off hurriedly in mid-story and went to the bedroom. There on my pillow was the remote to the TV and a note. "Sweetheart, I didn't want you to miss out on your fantasy. Since I couldn't be there I thought this would be the next best thing. Get naked, lie down, and turn on the VCR." I hurriedly stripped myself, turned down the covers and got into bed. Lisa must have sprayed the covers and pillows with her perfume. The wonderful smell surrounded me. I turned the TV on and pressed the play button on the remote. My jaw fell to my chest, as there in all her glory was my nude wife. Her skin glistened from the oil she had rubbed into her body. Her fingers wire circling her nipples, teasing them to erection. "Hi sweetie," she said. "Sorry I can't be there, but this should be pretty good." She was pulling on her nipples now. "Just a few ground rules before we start. Don't cum until I tell you, keep teasing yourself but don't you dare cum. When I tell you to call me, you better had. I want to hear you cum myself." I groaned. I was halfway there just watching her and I hadn't even touched myself yet. "Now honey there is some oil there on your nightstand. I want you to oil that cock of yours up. Get it nice and slippery." My wife was kneading her breasts now, I swear I could hear her purring. I grabbed the oil and squirted it into my palm. I got myself oiled up and let my hand slowly slide up and down my cock as I watched my wife. Her right hand left her breast and slid down her stomach to her pubic hair. She moaned softly. "Oh this feels so good baby, I wish it were your hands doing this for me." My cock jumped. My wife moans occasionally but she never talks during sex. I was certain there was no way that I would make it to the end of the tape before I came if she kept this up. Her hand trailed across her mound and lightly teased at her thighs. Her left hand alternated from tit to tit as she tugged and pulled at her nipples. She pulled her knees up and dropped them to the side, exposing her pussy to me. I could see her secretions on the lips as her finger just lightly circled them. "Oh baby, I wish this was your tongue," she moaned. Her hips were making little circles as her finger pressed a little harder and traced the lips. "Oh baby, Oh this is so good!" Her finger parted her lips and I watched mesmerized as it slowly sank into her depths. I had to remove my hand from my cock to keep myself from creaming right there. She added a second finger and I could see her rubbing her clit with her thumb as her groans and moans grew in intensity. I couldn't touch myself; just watching her was keeping me on the edge. Her left hand stretched her tit toward her mouth and her tongue snaked out to lick at the nipple. I moaned as I felt my cock lurch again. "Oh baby, I'm so hot. Are you ready to cum yet?" she asked. I felt my head nodding in agreement. "Ok baby pick up the phone and call me." I grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for Lisa's office number. "Hello, Pinewood Nursing Home, this is Lisa speaking." She giggled as I groaned a hello into the phone. "Like my surprise?" she asked. "Y-y-yes," I managed to stutter. On the TV she had added a third finger to her pussy, slowly pumping them in and out. Her groans were loud enough for Lisa to hear over the phone. "Sounds like I'm having a good time," she giggled. "Have you cum yet?" "N-n-n-no" "You want to?' "God, yes!" I gasped. "I think we are getting to that part," she giggled. On screen Lisa was moaning to beat the band, her fingers pumping faster and faster. Her thumb was flicking from side to side over her clit. Her left hand mauled at her breast. "Baby its time, I'm ready to cum for you. I'm going to count down from 10 and I want you to come with me," Lisa panted on screen. "Yep!" she laughed into my ear. "10" My hand returned to my cock and I started stroking in earnest. I held myself back. On screen Lisa's hips were pumping as her fingers made wet smacking noises going in and out of her pussy. "9" Lisa's voice in the phone echoed the screen as she counted down. I could feel my balls tightening for the impending explosion. "8" Both Lisas said it together. Her left hand left her breast and trailed down her side. I could hear Lisa giggling in the phone at my moans. "7" She pulled her feet back under her and arched her back. "6" I think I'm gonna make it but it's going to be close. I will myself to hold on. "5" Lisa's left hand snakes down and parts her cheeks. I moan as I realize what she is about to do. "4" Lisa's moans are getting louder. Her finger circles her anus. "3" I couldn't stop it now if I wanted to. Lisa's finger starts to slowly disappear into her ass. She is pumping her fingers in and out furiously as her hips rise and fall to meet them. "2" I can feel my semen start its journey as I fight to hold back for the finish. Lisa giggles into my ear as I moan my desire. "1" I can see Lisa flush on screen as her orgasm approaches. I squeeze harder trying to hold back as long as possible. Lisa's finger is buried in her ass. A voice says breathlessly in my ear "Cum for me ba..." Click. The TV goes off, the lights go out as I feel my semen spurting on my chest and stomach. "Shit!" I moan into the darkness. -- Jack of All Trades e-mail: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+