- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 1
- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 2
- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 3
A few seconds later, I felt her lips return to my cock and moaned involuntarily when I felt the intense contrast between her warm lips and the cold liquid still in her mouth. She swirled the wine around my cockhead, bringing a new sensation to her arsenal of cocksucking skills. The feeling was amazing, but the contrast simmered the boiling in my balls. I was transfixed in a state of temporary euphoria, a sensation so hot, yet at the same time unable to reach the level of orgasm I was now dying to unleash.
The amazing whirlwind teasing continued until the appetizers arrived. The waitress said, her smile so knowing I was uncontrollably embarrassed, “I will be back in a couple of minutes to take your and your wife’s order, sir.”
As soon as the waitress disappeared from view, my wife took my cock out of her mouth and crawled from underneath the table, leaving me erect as a flagpole and desperate to cum. Ignoring what she had just done, she announced, “I am famished” and dipped a tortilla chip into some nacho cheese.
I stared at her bewildered. “Are you really quitting now?”
She smiled, repeating a mantra I would learn would be an underlying theme of the 12 days, “All good things come to those who wait.”
I went to pull up my pants, but she grabbed my hand. “No, no, no, I want it open and ready, baby.”
I looked at her perplexed, “What has gotten into you?”
“Not you,” she joked, “plus this is just the beginning, baby.”
The next forty-five minutes were excruciating, as we chatted about life, Christmas plans and agreed on a formal New Year’s Eve gathering with her friends, never once discussing the issue at hand…my still stiff erection. Every once and a while throughout dinner, Sarah would reach for my cock to make sure it was still stiff.
Once we were both done with our main course, Sarah smiled, “I think it is time for dessert.”
Oblivious to her sexual implication, I replied, “How could you eat another bite?”
“Oh, I definitely saved room for this,” she flirted, and slithered back under the table. This time she devoured my cock whole, bobbing up and down like a desperate slut craving cum. It took all my willpower to not moan out loud.
The waitress returned and no longer able to hide her knowledge commented, “I see your wife has already started dessert.”
I let out a moan and uncontrollably, in full view of the pretty waitress, came into my wife’s mouth. Sarah kept bobbing on my cock until every last drop of cum had been swallowed. The waitress watched intently and finally asked, “Would you care for any dessert, sir?”
Attempting to be suave, I answered, “I think I might, but what I want is not on the menu.”
The waitress blushed, thinking I meant her, but I meant my beautiful wife. The waitress left and Sarah crawled back up from under the table. “Hmmm, was that the best dessert ever?”
I smiled back, “I think I could use some dessert too.”
I pulled my pants back up as my wife responded, “You don’t have to, baby. This is all about you.”
I shook my head no. “Baby, it is all about us.” I slid under the table, parted her legs open and dove in. The feeling of doing something so naughty and potentially getting caught was like being high, exhilarating and yet numbing. Unlike Sarah though, my goal wasn’t to tease, it was to please.
Licking pussy was something I was very good at, and Sarah had a major weakness when her clit was pressured. I also knew that extended clit play would have her scream so loud that the whole restaurant would know exactly what was happening to her. So I had to be careful. I alternated between sucking her clit in my mouth and long wide licks down her wet pussy lips.
I could hear her soft moans and suddenly heard her say, “Yes, just the bill, pleeeease.”
The waitress chuckled and replied, “I’ll give you a few minutes first, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” she moaned. After only a couple of minutes, maybe three, I knew she was close and I tapped on her clit with my tongue, hard sweet tongue spanks, that had her legs tighten and her juices flow out of her and onto my waiting mouth. I savored her juice until she let go of my head and I quickly climbed back onto my seat.
“Hmmmm, this restaurant has the best dessert. I may have to get some for take-out,” I smirked, my usual wit on display.
She chuckled, “I think you should dine out more often.”
“Agreed,” I replied, just as the waitress returned with the check.
I grabbed the bill and saw that it was signed, Samantha and her phone number was on it with a heart. She smiled, “You two are incredibly hot together. If you are ever looking for a third wheel for playtime, give me a call.” She winked at both of us and sauntered off, looking back once to see if we were watching her go…we both were.
Sarah grabbed the bill, “We can talk about that offer some other time, and you need to get back to work.”
Looking at my watch I almost shit; two hours had passed. “Oh crap, time flies when you are having fun.”
“It sure does,” she smiled back, kissing me on the cheek. “I got the check; get your ass back to work.”
I kissed her back and added, “Tip her well.”
She smiled, throwing me for a loop, “Who says I haven’t already tipped her well?”
“What?” I asked, confused by her implication.
“Go,” she smiled, pulling me up from my chair.
“This is not done,” I said, adamantly.
“I never said it was,” she smiled.
My cock rising, I rushed out of work, before it was too late. At the door, I turned around and saw that Sarah was talking to Samantha. A million naughty conversations spun around my head, fantasies I had never seriously considered.
Sarah and I had done a lot of fun and kinky things, but we had never even remotely considered adding a third member to our relationship. I was not sure I wanted to, quite frankly. There was no way I could share her with another man, but the thought of watching her with another woman, especially someone as hot as Samantha, was very, very appealing.
My cock now at full mast in my pants, I slipped out the door before any other naughty ideas crossed my mind. I got to work, and slowly let go of my fantasies and focused on my current problem…this fucking presentation.
THE SECOND DAY OF SEXMAS…Thursday December 15th, 2011
The next morning I was awakened by warmth wrapped around my cock. I opened my groggy eyes, not having got home till after midnight, to see movement under the blanket. I let out a moan as my wife woke me up the best way possible…with a blowjob. This happened once in a while, but never got old. It also helped, since I really wasn’t a morning person usually…until I had my first cup of coffee.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet pleasure of my wife’s mouth. She used the whole arsenal in her cock sucking agenda: teasing the mushroom head, licking my entire cock with long sweet strokes, sucking my balls into her mouth, deep-throating me and using her amazing saliva trick (I can’t explain it, but she somehow creates enough fluids to bathe my cock). The variety is purposely used, to make it last longer.
There have been times she was pleasuring my cock with her mouth for over an hour. This time it was just over fifteen minutes when I felt the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. My legs stiffened like they always do and a few seconds later I filled my beautiful bride’s mouth with my seed. Like always, she swallowed every drop and continued her constant rhythm until I was completely drained.
She crawled up, kissing my chest until she finally reached my face and we were eye to eye. “Morning lover-boy.”