The year was quickly approaching its end. Allison and I, but mostly Allison, had been through quite a whirlwind experience over the past 12 months. She sewed her wild oats where they needed sewing and I entertained my own personal harvesting as well. I fulfilled fantasies through her by the stories she told me and in some cases by my own personal witnessing. She got to venture out and escape on a sexual hiatus. We both grew immensely from our experiences over the year and it brought us even closer than we were before. As I dressed in my Lucky Jeans and buttoned-down shirt, I thought about how the next year would follow; it was only hours away. I was smiling to myself when Allison came out of her closet in her "skinny jeans" and boots. I made fun of that outfit regularly because it was a trend all the girls were following, but honestly, my wife pulled it off well. She pulled her glitzy glittery blouse over her head, shimmied it side to side to fit it correctly and asked, "what are you all smiley about?"
"Nothing really," I said. "Just thinking back on the year."
Smiling too, she said, "quite a ride."
I laughed so hard I almost slipped off the edge of the bed. "Quite a ride, huh?"
"In a manner of speaking," she countered, and then laughed so hard she cried.
"Come on, jockey. Let's get going. The year's wasting away."
We busted out the door and into chilly Eve, looking forward to drinking and enjoying the company of our friends. Fifteen minutes later found us pulling into an overly expensive parking lot in an under-developed part of town. The "Old City" was the affectionate name of our destination. I hated being there in the middle of what Knoxville considers the slum and surrounded by drunks and bums and thugs. We quickly got off the street and into the club.
As much as I hated being there, Allison and her girlfriends loved it. The music was loud, the bass pounded, and the drinks flowed. I knew that it wouldn't be long before she and her girls were in the middle of the dance floor, owning it. Allison sent me to the bar, and off she went. I ordered her a vodka tonic, two limes. Her favorite. I surveyed the scene and found her exactly where I knew she would be. I decided not to chance the waste of a good drink and carried it along with my beer back to the table we had sequestered in the back corner of the club. A few booty songs later and she showed back up at the table, sweaty and out of breath.
"This for me?" she asked reaching for the drink.
"You know it," I responded.
"I hate it you won't come out there and dance with me," she teased.
"Not big into the 'drop it, drop it low' groove. Besides, I like to watch; you know that. Go. Have fun."
"I will" was her response as she turned and headed back to the dance floor. Her ass looked really good as she made her way in and out of the crowd. I couldn't care less about the dinner and drinks and dancing. I couldn't wait to get her back home. That's what I was looking forward to. Guaranteed sex.
The night continued like this for the next couple of hours. The girls came to the table when they were thirsty, ordered drinks, increased their levels of intoxication, and quickly returned to the grinding on the floor. In the middle of all that, we ordered and "killed" appetizers, drank shots, and gossiped about anyone and everyone who wasn't with us. Hell, we might have even gossiped some about the ones that were with us. We were having fun. The night started to take its interesting turn when all the girls came back to the table at once, giggling. I had just sat back down with a fresh beer when Allison sat next to me. The girls seemed to be hovering.
"Where's Jason?" Robin asked about her husband.
"Bathroom."
"What about JT?" asked Alli Jo.
"Right here, baby," he responded slipping up behind his wife.
"When Jason gets back, we have a game we want to play!" exclaimed my wife to everyone. "It'll be fun, but everyone has to play."
"What'd I miss?" Jason asked as he slipped into the booth beside Robin.
"Just listen...all of you. Allison, go ahead. Explain to the boys."
"Well, everyone knows that you are supposed to kiss your wife at midnight on New Years. That's well and good and we want to kiss you guys too, but we wanted to put a 'twist' on the kiss." We were all in anticipation. She continued, "We have five slips of paper here and each one of them have one of our names on them. You're each going to draw one of the slips of paper. Whoever's name you get, you have to kiss them at midnight too."
I don't know about the rest of the guys because I was looking at my wife, but I think my jaw might have hit the floor. Allison is adventurous; the previous year proves that, but I never figured she and her girls would come up with something like this, even though I was completely in favor of it.
"We're girly girls," she added. "We've all talked to each other about how you kiss us, the things you do for us, uh-hum, the things you do TO us! We thought it would be fun to see for ourselves. So??? Start drawing names." She held out her hands; they held each small slip of paper right in front of our noses. I was waiting for them to bust out laughing and tell us we were dumbasses to think they were serious. We might have all thought the same thing because no one stepped forward to take a slip.
Allison turned towards JT and held her open hands in front of him.
"Here, you start.
JT reached towards Allison's hands and quickly she closed them. She turned towards all the guys. Here it was, the big release. The "HA HA" on all our semi-erections.
"One thing though," Allison said. "If you get your wife, you have to put her back. You're going to kiss her anyway. You have to pick someone besides her."
Turning back to JT, Allison opened her hands again. Smiling and a little knocked off his senses, JT reached into Allison's hands and pulled away with a small slip of paper. He opened it and grinned at the rest of us.
"Is it Alli Jo?" asked Carissa.
"No."
"OK, good. Don't tell us and don't tell anyone else either. Wait until midnight and then find who you are supposed to kiss."
Allison made her way around the table, holding her hands open in front of each one of us guys. I chose fourth. When Jason chose fifth, it was a miracle that no one chose their own wife. We all seemed kind of nervous around each other all of a sudden. The girls quickly slipped away from us and towards the dance floor again. They left us guys in an unbearable quiet, each of us wondering who would be kissing our wives at midnight. It was awkward, to say the least and we had fifteen more minutes of it in front of us. Finally, JT broke the silence with a joke about the seriousness of the girls. We all laughed it off and quickly found ourselves back in silence again. The minutes ticked away...s-l-o-w-l-y.
