- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 1
- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 2
- Christmas adventures made by my wife – 3
I watched the two on the dance floor in their diva dresses. They were incredibly hot to watch and I couldn’t get the thought of Sarah and Abigail in a nasty lesbian twosome out of my head. I would never cheat on Sarah, but the thought of watching those two in lesbian passion had my cock stiff again. A couple of songs in, Sarah waved me onto the dance floor and I joined the girls for a dancing threesome.
Throughout the next few numbers, both groped me in subtle ways, although neither so naughty it could be taken as anything more than dance floor rules. Either way, it kept me hard as a rock and once a slow song played, I pulled Sarah close for some alone time. We danced in silence for the first half of the song, before Sarah finally asked, “So are you happy to see me or is that a gun in your pants?”
I smiled, “The weapon is loaded and ready to go off.”
“Well,” she considered, “we better find a place to disarm that weapon.” She grabbed my hand and led me out of the room and paused, looking for a place for us to be alone.
I saw some stairs and pointed. She quickly dragged me up the stairs to a secluded dark area. As soon as we reached the top, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and began sucking. She was clearly drunker than I thought as she bobbed back and forth on my cock with reckless abandon. I moaned after a couple of minutes, “If you don’t stop, I am going to come.”
She didn’t stop and I soon shot a load of cum down her throat. She continued the fast paced assault until every drop was spent before standing back up and shoving her tongue down my throat. The kiss was passionate and hot and I could taste the lingering aftertaste of my cum. Once she broke the kiss, she said, “Same place, one hour.”
“S-s-sure,” I stammered as she walked away and back down the stairs. I looked at my watch. That had taken four minutes. Apparently, I had just given a whole new meaning to the word quickie.
The next hour was a couple of drinks, a couple of dances and a lot of listening to generic bullshit from Sarah’ colleagues. Finally from the dance floor, an even drunker Sarah gave me a look and I politely excused myself. A couple of minutes later we were indeed at the same place, but this time she lifted up her dress, to reveal she was commando, and demanded, “Shove that big snake of yours in me, baby.”
I pulled out the generously labeled snake and easily slid it inside her sopping wet pussy. Like her an hour ago, I pumped my snake in and out of her hard and fast; like me an hour ago, she was incredibly horny and breathing heavily after only a couple of strokes.
I kept up the rapid drilling and she, like me an hour ago, came in only a couple of minutes. I kept pumping in and out as she held onto the wall for dear life as her orgasm shuddered through her. I was about to quit, thinking we had a limited time and I had got my wife off, when she demanded, “Keep fucking me, baby. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want to walk around with your juice deep inside me while I am on the dance floor.”
Hearing such a slutty declaration, I doubled my efforts to shoot a second load in my wife, this time in her pussy. Having already come just an hour ago, it took more time, but was helped by my wife’s continual naughtiness. “Yeah baby, cum in your slut. Fill my cunt with your hot juice,” and later “you would like that wouldn’t you, baby? Knowing your cum is leaking down my legs while I am on the dance floor.”
I indeed loved the thought and soon filled my wife’s pussy, her cunt, with my cum. As I flooded her pussy, my wife purred, “Oh yeah, baby, that feels so good. Fill me completely.”
Once done, I pulled out and she dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock, a mixture of my juice and her juice. A minute later, she stood back up, kissed me one last time and disappeared back down the stairs.
I leaned on a wall for a minute to catch my breath, before returning to the party. I grabbed another drink and watched my wife shaking her thing on the dance floor. I imagined my cum leaking out of her pussy while she danced. The thought had my well-pleasured cock on the rise again.
A couple of hours later a very drunk Sarah and I headed home. I was ready for one more go, but I knew from experience that Sarah had passed from the stage of being drunk enough to be extra horny to so drunk she had no sexual drive left. I helped her into her bed and we both crashed knowing we had a three hour drive to do tomorrow.
11. THE ELEVENTH DAY OF SEXMAS…Saturday December 24th, 2011
The alarm went off at 9 a.m. which was way too early after our late night, but we hadn’t packed or even wrapped our presents for my family.
Three hours later, we were fed, showered and packed. Sarah, finally completely out of her stupor, said, “So, I got you one present early.”
“You did?” I asked.
“Well,” she smiled, “it is for both of us, but I thought it would make for a fun drive.”
Reeeeeeeally,” I teased, curious. She handed me a remote control. “Is this a universal remote that turns on anything?”
“Well, not anything, but definitely someone,” she teased, her smile dripping with sexual sweetness.
“What?” I responded, confused.
“Turn it on,” she suggested.
I did and my beautiful wife gave a quick flinch. “Ooooooooh,” I said, catching on.
She moaned ever-so-softly, “It is a vibrating egg. You have the power to tease and please me as you wish.”
“Wow,” I said, dazed.
“Wow, indeed,” she repeated. “By the way, there are five speeds; you have it on low right now.” She kissed me and said, “Now let’s get on the road.”
“Of course, my lady,” I replied.
I teased my wife with the toy. On and off, on and off, but never going past speed two, during the first hour of the drive. Her face was flushed and I could tell she was beginning to get frustrated with the constant teasing. Once we reached the first town, she leaned forward and said, “Let’s go find a place to play.”
Instead of agreeing, I shook my head and said, quoting my little horny minx, “All good things come to those who wait, baby.”
“You bastard,” she replied, slapping me teasingly.
“Slut,” I countered, turning the speed up to three.
“I stick with bastard,” she countered back, attempting to hold in a moan.
I smiled, turning the remote up to four, “You can come anytime you want, baby.”
She sighed, “Keep driving then.”
An hour later, unable to control the buzzing in her pussy, she lifted up her skirt and said, her frustration impossible to ignore, “Damn you, Charles. I am going to come right now.”
“Go ahead, baby,” I replied and watched her begin to rub herself. I kept watching the road and checking on my masturbating wife.
She moved her hand frantically on her clit and I ordered, “Slap your clit, baby. Spank yourself.”
She obeyed without hesitation and with each gentle slap her moans increased until she let out an earth shattering scream, especially loud in the confines of a car. Her leg actually twitched as the orgasm spread through her. Instead of turning down the toy, I finally moved it to full blast. “Yoooooooou fucker,” she moaned, the toy in her pussy continuing to quake her body.
A few minutes later we were passing a town and I decided it was a good time for a bite to eat. As I pulled in, she pulled down her skirt and ordered, “Go through the drive-thru.”
“I need to take a piss,” I countered.
“Go through the fucking drive-thru,” she repeated, undoing my zipper. Pulling my cock out of my pants, she began to suck my cock as I pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru.
As I approached the order speakerphone, I asked, “What can I get you, baby?”
She quit sucking my cock, gave me her order and returned to my erect cock. Reaching the speakerphone, I ordered our food and continued to the pay window. This McDonald’s had two windows: one to pay and another to get your food. There was no way my wife was going to blow me and allow others to see…was she? When there was only one car before me to pay, I warned, “We are next, baby.” She ignored my warning and didn’t move when I began rolling forward to the till.
A nerdy looking kid with enough acne to play connect-the-dots announced my amount before realizing what he was witnessing. “That will b-b-b-e 12.65.”
“Just a second,” I replied, “my wallet is in my side pocket. I awkwardly reached for my wallet, while the whole time my wife kept my cock in her warm cocksucking mouth. The nerdy boy watched in voyeuristic glee while I struggled to retrieve my wallet. Finally able to get it, I opened it and handed him a twenty. He reluctantly looked away and put the money in the cash register. Returning my change, he avoided looking at me and watched my wife bob up and down on my cock, now with much more aggressiveness. I took my change and said, “Have a good day.”
He mumbled something incoherently as I rolled forward. Her frantic sucking was beginning to really get me going, but I didn’t want to cum until I got past the second window, so I ordered, “Baby, slow down.” She instantly obeyed. A minute later I rolled to the second window and my wife again resumed a fast-paced sucking.
A brunette, probably in her early twenties, gasped when she saw my wife in my lap bobbing up and down like a complete slut. Attempting to show my dominance, I took the food from the girl and ordered, “Slut, I told you to slow down.”
The brunette gasped a second time and turned around to grab the drinks. My wife obeyed again and when the brunette handed me our drinks I said, “You know, a good slut is hard to train,” and pulled away, leaving the brunette with her mouth dropped wide open like a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
I pulled into an open stall and said, “Now make me come, baby.” Instantly she returned to her determined accelerated cocksucking and within two minutes I was releasing a powerful stream of cum down her wanton throat.
Once she had finished cleansing my cock, she returned to her seat and opened the McDonald’s bag, as if nothing happened. She popped a fry in her mouth and teased, “Hmmm, cum and fries, delicious.”
Deciding to test her theory, I took a fry, opened her legs, lifted up her skirt and slid the fry up her still glistening pussy lips. I popped it into my mouth and agreed, “I concur.”
She exploded in laughter and I followed. We ate the rest of our fatty meals before both agreeing we needed a bathroom break. I pulled out and we hit a gas station further down the road, not wanting anyone to make the correlation between the cocksucking slut in the car and my wife. Before she got out of the car, she opened her legs one last time and pulled out the surprisingly large egg that had been inside her for a couple of hours. My wife smiled and handed me the sticky toy that was inside her. “Clean it for me, baby.”
Without hesitation, I licked the toy clean of her juices. She smiled, “You are so pussy-whipped.”
“And you are such a slut,” I countered.
She slapped my leg, taking the toy back, before responding demurely, “Your slut baby. I will always be your slut.” She kissed me quickly and got out of the car. I followed, again thinking the obvious thought, “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
That night, at my family’s, she behaved like the sweet, loving wife she is. It wasn’t until we were in bed, close to midnight, that she said, “One more day in the 12 Days of Sexmas.”
“So it is,” I said, my voice unable to hide the disappointment.
“And I have saved the best for last,” she teased, rubbing my cock.
“You have?” I asked, unable to even guess what she could possibly have left, especially at my parents’ house.
“Oh,” she teased, rubbing my cock fast through my pyjamas, “you have no fucking idea.”
I moved my hand to her pussy and she slapped it away. “Oh…all good things come to those that wait, baby.” She quit touching my cock and turned over, before adding, “Good night, baby.”
“You bitch,” I responded, realizing she was leaving me high and hard.
“And you love it,” she closed.
I closed my eyes knowing I indeed did love it…I loved everything about her. I tossed and turned for a bit wondering what my beautiful bride could possibly have in store for me tomorrow.