Christmas adventures made by my wife – 1

“I don’t think so,” I reflected, “all five are very fuckable.”

“Indeed they are,” Abigail laughed. “Well ladies next stop is Malibu’s and,” she added, looking at me, “no boys allowed.”

Feeling my balls bubbling, I stiffened my legs and got ready to come from my wife’s hand, while four of her friends sat around the same table, oblivious. I shrugged, “No biggie, I have things I need to do.”

Abigail smiled, “Good, because we are getting your wife shitfaced tonight.”

“Go ahead,” I said, barely holding in a moan, as I began to shoot my cum underneath the table. Sarah kept pumping my cock until my public, yet secret, orgasm subsided. Once done, she let go of my cock and subtly, put her hand to her mouth and retrieved the cum that had landed on her hand. It was so fucking hot, I wanted to fuck her right here, right then. I also knew right then, right there that no matter how great my famous five were, my real number one was right beside me.

The conversation continued for a few minutes and after awkwardly getting my cock back in my pants, I texted a buddy and made plans to meet at the pub. Making sure to make it clear I was the man in our relationship, I pulled her in for a passionate kiss in front of her friends before saying, “Have fun tonight sexy, I am going to meet Pete and have a few drinks.”

She leaned in and whispered, “Sorry about tonight, I had a naughty plan for you, but it will have to wait.”

I gave her a wink that implied it was fine and said my goodbyes. I headed out and ended up not getting home until 2:30 and was shocked to see she still wasn’t home. I crashed on the bed, still fully dressed, and instantly hit full slumber.

4. THE FOURTH DAY OF SEXMAS…Saturday December 17th, 2011

When I finally opened my eyes, a hangover clearly at work, I rolled over and saw my lovely bride still asleep. I quietly got out of bed and made her and me my hangover cure: a fruit smoothie and oatmeal…the real kind, none of that microwavable crap. I also made some coffee just in case. Once it was made, I put it on a tray and went upstairs.

Sarah was awake, but not moving. I said, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead.”

She turned to the clock, “Is it really afternoon already?”

“Yep,” I replied, reaching the bed. “Sit up! I got the cure for your hangover blues.”

“I can’t believe how late we went,” she mumbled, still not fully awake.

I put the tray on her lap and asked, “What time did you get home?”

“It was after four,” she answered through a yawn.

“Wow, that is like 5 hours past your bedtime,” I joked, although it was the truth. Sarah is not a night owl, but more of a get up and go type of woman…the opposite of me.

“So true,” she sighed, before taking a long sip of the shake. “Thank you, I so needed this.”

“No problem, I can’t even count the times you have helped me recover from my own self-inflicted death sentence.”

“Seventy-three,” she quipped.

“Hardy-har-har,” I replied. “So I was thinking we could hit a movie this evening, what do you think?”

“No decisions until I eat and make sure I am not already dead and am just in some cruel limbo place between earth and heaven,” she moaned.

We ate in silence and once done, slowly re-joined civilization. Showered up, Sarah was more herself. She said, “Well, I don’t feel perfect, but I am good enough to continue with my plan.”

“Plan?” I asked.

“Of course, today is day four of the 12 days of Sexmas,” she winked.

“How could I forget,” I mocked.

“Indeed, how could you,” she retorted, her wit as quick as mine.

“So what is on the agenda today? An orgy with your teacher friends?”

“Hmm, you would like that, wouldn’t you,” she teased, grabbing her purse.

“Well, not with all of them, but a couple I could handle,” I responded, acting like the stud I wasn’t.

“Let me guess, Abigail would be one?” she hypothesized correctly.

“Well, if she begged, it would be hard to turn her down,” I joked.

“That I agree with,” she replied, throwing me for a loop with implied lesbian innuendo before instructing, “Let’s go, stud boy.”

“Where?” I asked, not really in the mood to be gallivanting.

“That is for me to know and you to find out,” she answered, flicking me on the nose.

I reluctantly followed her, although I have to admit I was slightly curious. We drove, chatting about trivial work stuff and making plans for getting me to the airport Tuesday morning, before arriving at the worst place on earth for a man, especially a man with a hangover, the mall! I groaned, “Really, Sarah, you can’t be serious.”

“Of course, I am, but don’t you worry your pretty little, head my dear, I guarantee you will enjoy it,” she promised.

“Unless it includes a blowjob, I doubt you will be able to keep that promise,” I quipped, the glass clearly half empty at the moment.

She ignored my negativity and hopped out of the car. I quickly followed her and we made our way through the throngs of people searching for Christmas presents. Being the good husband I was, I already had her presents and they were amazing. I assumed Sarah had mine already too, as she was known for her militant “Christmas shopping must be done by the end of Thanksgiving weekend” regimen.

We walked through the entire mall before finally reaching our apparent destination, a store called Satin & Sin.

My wife smiled mischievously, “Still hate me?”

“Well, that depends on why we are going into Satin & Sin.”

“Follow me, babe,” she said, reaching for my hand and pulling me inside.

I was like a fat kid in a candy store. This was wall to wall thin lingerie, naughty costumes and silk stockings. I couldn’t even begin to know which way to turn. Sarah smiling said, “So tonight is role play fun.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, unsure what she meant.

“You can choose any costume you want me to try on here and I will. Then you can pick three to buy, one that I will wear tonight when we role play.”

“Role play? Anything?” I questioned.

“Anything your little heart and cock desires,” she teased. She sauntered, wiggling her ass perfectly, and reaching for a nurse’s outfit. “Want me to take your temperature?”

I countered, “I know my blood is boiling.”

She laughed and disappeared behind a curtain. As she changed, I perused the costumes, choosing a few for my beautiful wife to try on. She peeked from behind the curtain, “I need some white thigh highs, baby.”

I went over to the stockings area and grabbed a pair of white thigh highs with seams down the back. I gave them to her, excited to see her in the whole nurse’s ensemble. A minute later, she called, “You ready?”

“More than ready,” I flirted.

She revealed herself and I gasped. She looked radiant, naughty and absolutely fuckable. “Cat got your tongue?”

“No, but you do,” I replied. “You look so hot I want to see you here.”