Middle Class Mums Pt. 04

Middle Class Mums Part 4. The Christmas party.

As the year moved on, Dave's place of work followed the seasonal pattern and became busier and busier.

New guests arrived daily and their needs took priority over his normal work schedule.

He was finding himself working extra hours to cope with the workload, which was fine as the overtime always came in handy.

What it also meant was his free time had been reduced and his weekly liaison with Kelly which began a few months ago, had to be put on hold until time allowed for it to recommence.

Although Kelly understood this was a temporary thing, the text messages became more frequent and were often accompanied by pictures of her in various states of undress.

Although Dave enjoyed them, because they were sent to him while he was at work, he had to delete them immediately for obvious reasons.

Christmas was soon approaching, and the obligatory round of works drinks, social gatherings and party invites were being received via post, email or text.

Dave declined most apart from the works team Christmas meal, and one other.

This was an invite that was received by text from Alice.

'Come to my Christmas party, my house, Saturday at 8pm. BYOB. RSVP. A. Ps, nibbles will be provided'.

Dave thought that this was an invitation just for himself and he was quite excited to see her again, although maybe not stay the whole night like before.

Was her husband away again and Alice wanted to get her 'turkey basted', so to speak, however, that thought was soon put out of his mind.

'Did you get an invite just now?' John asked Dave. 'Alice has sent one to all the quiz team and she said she'd send you one too as you're a honorary member'.

Dave felt crestfallen.

He hoped in a way that this was an invitation just for himself.

'Yes, I got it. I guess I'll see you there then?' He said to John.

'Yes, should be fun. I love Christmas. John said excitedly.

'I could tell' Dave said, remarking at Johns jumper which depicted a Christmas elf, a Rudolph whose nose lit up on the front and a Santa which covered the back of his jumper.

'Yo fucking Ho' Dave thought to himself.

That Sunday, Dave found himself walking around the Waitrose alcohol section wondering what drink to take to such an occasion.

'Do I take some general plonk?' He thought to himself, 'or something a bit nicer?'.

He decided on a bottle of Cava for general consumption, as it was Christmas after all, but he also decided he'd purchase a small bottle of brandy which he'd decant into a hip flask when he got home. 'Something for me to enjoy', he thought.

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'Jeezus fucking Christ' Dave said to himself as he got out of the taxi that had just delivered him to Alice's house.

Dave hated Christmas with a passion having spent most of his working life in retail, so it was a miracle he'd even agreed to attend.

To him, it was fake, false and tacky.. exactly what he now viewed in front of him.

Alice's front lawn and house looked like a neon version of Santas' grotto.

There were lit up snowmen, reindeers and elves along with an enormous Christmas tree complete with fairy lights.

The eaves of the house had brightly lit white icicles hanging from them and every window was festooned with decorations.

'I'm going to fucking hate this', he said to himself as he rang the doorbell.

Alice opened the door with a glass of wine in one hand and said in a loud cheery voice, 'hey you! Happy Christmas. Come on in'.

She led him through to the living room and he immediately had flashbacks to the evening a few months back.

The room now looked completely different with its Christmas winter plumage.

A smaller Christmas tree in the corner, decorative pieces on the shelves, Christmas cards everywhere.

A family of five, with all their friends, family, work colleagues and school friends, plus neighbours, would generate an enormous amount of cards received.

There were so many, to accommodate them all, they were hanging from string lines across the walls.

Every available shelf space had a tray or a plate of various snacks, crisps, dips and partly drained glasses of drinks.

The room was also full of people.

He noticed Phil and Alan from the quiz team, both standing awkwardly in each other's presence and not mingling with anyone. Social butterflies they were not.

John and his wife were also in a corner, but were talking to another couple whom they seemed to know.

The sliding door that separates the kitchen and living room opened and Kelly walked through followed by a man Dave assumed was her husband.

She made eye contact with Dave, but shook her head ever so slightly as if to say, 'Not now. you don't know me'.

Alice grabbed Dave's arm and said, 'follow me into the kitchen. Leave your bottle there, and I'll introduce you to some people as we go through'.

'Cool, fine. Lead on' Dave replied as he left the Cava on a table which held almost as many bottles as your local off licence.

Alice did the guided tour of the house to keep up the premise that Dave had not been there before.

'Here's the kitchen, the toilet is upstairs, 3rd door on the right and if you want to put your coat up there, use the little bedroom next to it'.

As she led Dave through, Alice introduced him to her husband.

'You ok mate?' Said her husband in a suitably cheery voice for such an occasion.

He continued, 'Happy Christmas. You're the guy that helped out when my boy come off his bike aren't you?' Her husband said in a happy and slightly inebriated voice.

The guy was a man mountain. Tall, muscular as you'd expect a body builder to look with a shaven head.

'I am he' replied Dave, taking comfort that this colossus was unaware of the activities his wife and Dave enjoyed in this very household.

'Can't thank you enough, mate', the husband slurred. 'Let me know if there's anything I can do for you. I owe you one'.

'No, honestly, you don't. But thank you'. Dave felt extremely awkward and wanted to get away.

Alice sensed this and dragged him away to meet some other guests.

'This is Anita', a small, slim blonde lady in her 50's held her hand out to be shook.

'This is Helen'. A lady in her late 40's with a similar hippy vibe to Alice.

'Hi, how ya doin'?', she greeted Dave with a wide smile and a slight American accent.

The last lady to be introduced stood towering above them all. 'And this is Billie, we call her Big Bird for obvious reasons'. Billie stood around 6ft in flat shoes, but tonight she was even taller as she wore heels.

As he looked at her, he noticed that she was what would be described as 'plump'. She was a happy person and confident in herself.

She wore clothing that showed her shape as well as cleavage to its full. Billie lent in and kissed Dave's cheek. 'Nice to meet you, I've heard all bout you', she said with a smile and rubbed Dave's back as she spoke.

'There are others, but I'll introduce you as I see them' continued Alice.

'Oi, what about me?'. A loud cockney voice came from behind the group of ladies that Dave was being introduced to.

'And this, is my mum. Elaine. I'm sorry.' Alice said, somewhat embarrassed.

'Sorry for what?' Dave asked.

'You'll see' replied Alice with a chuckle.

'Cheeky cow' laughed Elaine.

Elaine was in her 70's but had kept herself youthful looking through keep fit and various dance classes.

She stood around 5' 5" tall, had short blonde hair and wore a smart cream blouse and black trousers. For her age, she looked amazing and Dave noticed her large chest filling out the blouse. He imagined how she must've looked when she was younger. 'Probably had to fight the men off', he thought to himself.

'Mum, behave, Alice said to Elaine.

'What? Can't I have a little fun?' Elaine replied to Alice on mock chastisement.

Elaine stood in front of Dave and said in a loud voice, 'it's ok, I can probably outdrink any of these women here, but I can definitely out fuck any of them', and with that, she let out loud a throaty laugh and took a swig from her champagne flute.

All the women around her whooped and cheered at her statement.

'Don't mind her' Alice said to Dave. 'I did warn you'.

'You certainly did' laughed Dave.

Alice certainly took after her mum in her direct approach.

The party was busy, lots of people chatting, the obligatory cheesy Christmas pop tunes you hear every year wishing 'it could be Christmas every day'.

'Pure hell if that was the case' Dave thought to himself.

Dave spent most of the evening chatting to people he'd recognised from his brief involvement with the quiz team, but once he'd got past the pleasantries, the conversation petered out and he moved onto the next person.

He was finding the evening boring and tiresome. He'd even made his mind up to give it another 30 minutes and go home.

Taking a sip from his wine glass, he noticed Kelly watching him from the other side of the room.

There were many people standing between them and the music had now been turned up, so any conversation would be impossible to be had.

Dave held his hand up to wave at Kelly.

She returned the gesture but then turned her head to see which direction her husband was facing.

Seeing he was facing away from her and trying to hold an impossible conversation with the man next to him, Kelly held up her hand with all five fingers splayed apart.

She then mouthed the following words slowly, 'meet you upstairs in five minutes'.

She emphasised the message by pointing to her watch, the five fingers on her splayed hand and gestured her index finger in an upwards motion.

Dave thought he understood and gave a thumbs up in return.

'What did she want?' He thought to himself. 'Can't be much, her husband's here'.

Dave waited for the agreed five minutes then slipped out of the main room and made his way upstairs to meet Kelly.

'Just the man'. A man in his seventies stopped Dave from going any further.

He introduced himself a Brian. 'I'm Elaine's husband and Alice's step dad. I need to talk with you about a serious matter'.

'Oh?' said Dave thinking he was about to be publicly challenged regarding Brians step daughter, but why would he know? Unless Alice had told him, of course.

'Really sorry Brian, but I need the loo. Can we talk when I come back down?'

'I'll be waiting for you', Brian replied in a stern voice.

'Can I get out without anyone noticing? I'll just grab my coat and go'. Dave thought to himself in a panicked mind. This seemed like the best course of action as he didn't think he'd want to be 'outed' at such a public event, especially as the man mountain was in close proximity.

He rushed upstairs towards the bedroom where the coats were put, but in his haste he'd forgotten about Kelly.

'I didn't think you were coming' she said to him in a whisper.

'I nearly didn't. Got accosted by Brian. He's waiting for me when I get downstairs. He thinks I'm up here for a piss'.

Kelly chuckled, 'you'll be fine. I know Brian. He's a nice guy'.

'He didn't come across that way'.

Kelly interrupted him, 'sssshhhhh. Kiss me'.

Dave leaned in to kiss Kelly, 'not here on the landing silly, in here'.

She led him through a door and into a bedroom that was decorated for a young child.

Posters of the latest computer game character and a superhero bed spread.

'I've really hated not seeing you these last few weeks', said Kelly. 'I'm also going away for Christmas week and new year to Italy, ski-ing', she added.

'Nice, lucky you'. Dave said somewhat sarcastically.

'No, it's not nice', Kelly snapped. 'It's at least another two weeks before you fuck me again'.

'Yea, I know, but as they say about absence?'. Dave tried to make light of the situation.

'Fuck off, I need your cock right now'. Kelly said in a demanding tone.

'We can't, not here. Too risky. Your husband's downstairs. Won't he wonder where you are?' Dave tried to explain.

But Kelly had already thought it through. 'Nope, I'll just say I'm mingling with the girls. He's boring the pants off that poor bloke about the types of snow, cheap deals for the chalet and all that jazz'.

Kelly dropped to her knees and undid Dave's flies and pulled out his soft cock and placed it fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft and as he was still relatively soft, she managed to stick her tongue out and lick the front of his balls through the zipper.

Dave's eyes closed and whispered, 'You're fucking crazy woman'.

'I'm fucking horny, that's what' Kelly replied.

With her tongue, she had covered his shaft in a good coating of saliva and began to work his cock into full rigidity.

'I need your cum, I've missed it so much' groaned Kelly, and as she said these words, she pushed Dave backwards into the single bed.

'We can't fuck here. It's wrong on so many levels'. Dave pleaded.

'You're right', replied Kelly, 'but I'm still going to get your cum', and she plunged her mouth over his full extent.

'Ooh fuck', Dave moaned as her head bobbed up and down in mechanical regularity, changing the angle of her head on each downward motion, causing Dave to groan as his sensitive knob was touching a different part of Kelly's mouth with each movement.

Kelly pulled her head away trailing two lines of saliva from his cock head and panting desperately, 'Give me your spunk. Flood my throat', and resumed her oral duties.

When she was out of breath, she pulled away and let her hand take over the duties of massaging Dave's stiff cock. Rapid hand movements up and down the full length of Dave's manhood.

His balls were juggling wildly in his boxers as she attacked his shaft.

Breath regained, Kelly licked any precum that her hand movements had created, and savoured it on her tongue before swallowing. 'Fuck, that's nice', she said in triumph.

Dave held out a hand and pulled Kelly's hair out of her face as he enjoyed the view of her sucking his cock, and was soon using the handful of hair to regulate the depth and angle he was entering into her mouth.

Dave had now gained full control of proceedings. He had forgotten his immediate location and how wrong it felt initially to being lost in the moment and wanted to give pleasure to himself as well as the slut on her knees demanding his cum. She initiated it, after all.

Dave's tempo had increased and was now thrusting his cock deep into Kelly's throat, causing her to make the 'glucking' noise you hear so often on porn films.

Over the past few months, Dave had heard this noise often from Kelly as she was particularly keen on having her throat used before Dave fucked her in whichever position he preferred at the time.

He was fully aware that such noises would be heard on the landing by anyone who passed by on their way to the bathroom, so he was determined to empty his spunk filled balls as soon as possible, but this time, it would have to be swallowed by Kelly without spilling a drop.

'Are you ready?' He asked Kelly as he could feel his juices bubbling up and ready to explode in her eager mouth.

But before she could answer, the bedroom door opened and the silhouette of a woman stood in the doorway.

'Oh shit, sorry, sorry' said the silhouette and made a hasty retreat.

It was Billie, and Dave could only imagine what her view was as she stood in the doorway.

The room was in darkness, so the only light was coming through the door and around Billie as she opened it.

Her view must have been something like: Dave laid back on a child's bed, Kelly on her knees between his thighs, her hair being gripped tightly in a top knot, Kelly's hands gripping the duvet cover either side of Dave's thighs and his cock entering her throat like some kind of fuck machine determined to destroy her throat but repair it with a coating of his own lubricant.

That, and the disgusting sex noise Kelly was making was a shock for Billie.

It was past the point of no return for both Dave and Kelly.

For Dave, as he was at the point of cumming, which he did. Pumping his usual enormous loads of cum deep into Kelly's throat, and for Kelly as their 'secret' was now out of the bag.

Kelly looked at Dave in sheer panic and terror and was desperate to get away.

Dave held onto Kelly's hair until his load had completely transferred into her throat and she'd swallowed his seed.

Once he released her, Kelly stood up, held her hand to her mouth and rushed out of the room and into the bathroom along the landing.

'How do I play this?' Dave thought to himself.

'Will Billie have rushed and told everyone? Ok, they don't seem to have many secrets, but was getting a blowjob in Alice's son's room too much?

Will I be caught by Brian who will probably kill me if he hears about this?

Will Alice, her husband or Kelly's husband string him up?'

None of the scenarios played well in his mind and he began to panic.

'Why? Why? Why?' He kept repeating to himself.

Dave stood, made himself presentable and slowly opened the bedroom door. The coast was clear.

'No angry villagers with pitchforks. Good' he mumbled and made his way back downstairs into the noisy living room.

Elaine appeared from nowhere and tucked her arm through Dave's and lent in to say something in his ear. 'Where you been? Bri wants a word with you'.

'I know, he caught me earlier but I had to go to the loo. What's it about?' Asked Dave.

'Oh, I'd rather he spoke to you about it. It's better man to man'.

She let go of his arm, kissed his cheek, wished him a 'happy Christmas', then disappeared into the crowd.

The thirty minutes that Dave had given himself was up and he was determined to get out before anything happened.

He spotted Alice and was in the process of saying goodbye when Billie stood in front of him and said,

'Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm sorry I disturbed you. I was almost tempted to join in but I didn't know how you'd both react. I don't think Kelly would be happy sharing though. It looked a lot of fun'.

Dave stood there stunned as Billie walked away into the crowd.

'You ok mate?'. It was John.

'Yea, I'm.. fine', Dave replied in a confused voice, not quite knowing what just happened.

John continued, 'Cool, looks like there's an opening'

'Eh? What?' Dave said still confused. Did John just see or hear what Billie said and was urging Dave to pursue her and take up her offer?

'The quiz team'. John added. Seems Alan is stopping quizzing with us in the new year. Spot for you if you want it?'

'Ah.. yea, yea', Dave's brain just kicked into gear.

'Yea, that'll be cool, thanks. Look, I think I'm going to go home. Too much excitement for one to handle'. Dave turned to get his coat when Brian appeared out of nowhere.

Brian blocked Dave's path and announced, 'I've been looking for you. I need to talk to you, but not in here. Come out into the back garden, will you?'.

To get to the garden they had to negotiate a number of people who were in the hallway and as always in parties, in the kitchen.

The back garden was, as far as Dave could tell, consisted of a long, narrow lawn with well established trees at the far end, and edged by large bushes of some variety or other.

This garden was for a family and low maintenance in its nature. The area that Brian and Dave now stood on, was a raised decking area with stairs down to the lawn.

It was complete with a wooden table and chairs, ideal for those family meals during milder weather and a tall patio heater which was creating warmth for those needing a breather from the party indoors.

It had also been used as a smokers area for the party goers, as there was a large ashtray with stubbed out cigarettes in it as well as a couple of discarded vapes and empty drinks glasses.

'Not too high if Brian tried to throw me off', Dave thought.

'Sit, young man'. Brian instructed to Dave, which made him laugh to himself as there were only 8 years difference between them both, but Brian's demeanour was that of a parent.

'Now' Brian began, 'I need to talk with you about something that I couldn't discuss in public. It wouldn't be right'.

Even more confused, Dave replied with a king and slow 'okay?'.

'My wife, Alice's mother, you may have noticed she's a vibrant woman. Full of life and loves to be the centre of attention'.

'Yes, Alice kind of warned me about her', Dave replied, more relaxed.

Brian continued, 'Well, over the past few years, her 'appetite', shall we say, has maintained itself, whereas I cannot maintain the level of delivery I used to be able to'.

'I'm not sure what youre saying? I guess we're not talking about food, are we?' Replied Dave.

Brian continued, 'No, sorry. I'm not making myself clear am I? My wife and I used to enjoy each other regularly. We had a healthy sexual appetite. We still do, but unfortunately, even with additional help and my additional heart condition, I leave her wanting. So, we decided a few years ago that we, or rather, she, would take a friend, with benefits'.

'Ok?' Said Dave, feeling a little bit unsure if he should be congratulating Brian or commiserating him.

'It works well for us, as I get to see Elaine enjoy herself with someone she has an attachment with, the guy always enjoys Elaine and.. it's obvious what Elaine gets from the arrangement'

'So, why are you telling me all of this?' Dave had an idea where this was going, but had to make sure.

'Well, our last lad was a younger man, in his late 20's. Very fit, always hard and could last for hours, but unfortunately he moved away during the summer. We've met a load of potential replacements since then, but most are either not what they claim to be, have rubbish personalities that Elaine didn't connect with or they're only interested in in a one night stand'.

'Yes, I can imagine it's difficult to find the right kind of person', agreed Dave.

'Now, my daughter knows of our situation. She has also told us that you maybe a perfect fit for what we're looking for. Elaine took a shine to you earlier straight away, but if you were interested, maybe we could meet for a social first? Maybe a coffee somewhere? Now, I don't expect an answer now, which is why I wanted to talk with you alone, give you time to mull it over. But, would this kind of arrangement interest you?'

Dave's cock did the talking for him before he even had anytime to go over the pro's and cons and began to swell in his boxers. 'I'm interested', he blurted out. 'Maybe a bit over keen?' He thought to himself.

'Well, that was easy', Brian said. 'Stay here, and I'll go get Elaine.' Brian stood and went back through the kitchen door to find his wife.

Dave reached over to the patio heater and turned it up a notch, as he was already outside for longer than he was expecting and was only wearing a short sleeve shirt. It also looked like it will be for a bit longer before he went back inside.

The back door opened, and instead of Brian and Elaine coming out of the house, Billie appeared and came and sat next to Dave.

'It's a bit much in there isn't it?' Dave said to her as she sat down next to him.

The dress she wore had a plunging neck line that showed the edges of Billies ample breasts and the change of temperature from indoors to outside made Billies nipples harden immediately.

Dave could not help notice that Billie did not wear a bra as both nipples were pierced with a bar.

'Yes, I need a breather for a moment' replied Billie. 'Bbrrrr, It's a bit nipply out here' she added as she looked down at her chest as if to emphasise her hardness.

The orange glow of the heater casting a shadow on her fabric.

Both of them laughed as Billie turned her face towards the heater with her eyes closed.

'Not quite a Mediterranean beach, is it?' Dave quipped.

Billie sighed, 'No, unfortunately. I'd have these girls out, that's for sure' and she placed both hands under her breasts, lifted them and let them drop.

'I think.. I think I'd like to see that?' Dave replied, staring at her bouncing globes.

'Would you?' Billie asked with a smile in her voice. 'Well, I'll keep that in mind. I also meant what I said earlier'.

'About?' Dave asked.

'About me being jealous and a man knowing how to treat me'.

Just then, the door opened and Elaine exited the kitchen followed by Brian.

Billie got up, stroked Dave's shoulder and went back inside.

'Not disturbing anything are we?' Elaine asked Dave as she sat next to him.

'No, no. Just discussing about being somewhere warmer on a beach'.

'Well', Elaine said, 'I've got somewhere warmer. In my bed'. She lent towards him, placed a hand on his crotch and squeezed his cock through his jeans.

He was already semi hard from what Brian had said and watching Billies tits'. 'Oooh, that's a good sign' said Elaine who then placed her lips on Dave's for a gentle kiss.

'What you think, love?' Brian asked Elaine.

Elaine broke from the kiss, 'I'm happy if you are'.

'Who me?' Dave asked

'Yea, and Brian' she added.

Both men agreed they were and Elaine had another squeeze, leant in for another kiss, but this time had a large smile on her face.

'Good. We don't like playing at home, we prefer booking a hotel room for a couple of nights, if that's ok?'.

'I don't think I can be away for that long' Dave said, almost disappointed that the new liaison would be over before it began.

'That's fine, I'm sure we can entertain ourselves somehow', Elaine added with a mischievous laugh, and as she looked at Brian she gave him a knowing wink.

He looked at her and laughed into his drink.

'I love a private joke' Dave thought to himself.

'I'm looking forward to getting you inside me very soon' Elaine looked back at Dave squeezed her tits together and added, 'Alice tells me you're a heavy cummer? That's great, I love these glazed'.

Elaine suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, 'I'm fucking cold and I want to dance. You cumming Dave? And yes, I did mean it that way'.

Dave just sat aghast at what Elaine just said.

'It's alright, we both know about you, which is why we're having this conversation now'.

Then she whispered, 'Alice tells us all, and don't worry, we won't say a word'.

And with that, Elaine was gone, back to the warmth of the indoors and to the party.