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Christmas

By: allofmeca



I awoke happily to see my faithful straddling me naked and presenting me with her bountiful breasts held out to me in the early morning hours of Christmas morning.

I looked up at her happy smiling face and pulled her face to mine and kissed her tenderly, and then again very deep and passionately. I then whispered to her, "You are so good to me my princess!"

She smiled back at me as I began to fondle her beautiful breasts in my hands. She leaned into me as I felt her body in my hands. I began to roll her nipples in my fingers firmly and she leaned back with her back arched pulling away from me as I held her nipples in my fingers. With her pulling away the pain deliciously crept through her chest and deep inside her causing immense pleasure. Her moans were soft and sensual as I pulled and twisted at her tantalizing nipples. 

I pulled her nipples a bit harder and pulled her again to my lips at which point I thrust out my tongue rigidly and she eagerly sucked it as if it were my hard aching cock. She slid her lips up and down the length of my tongue passionately, which aroused me greatly. She is a very obedient and passionate pet and I love her dearly for her mind, her body, her obedience and her passion. 

With her straddling me naked I could feel her excitement building as her pussy became more and more wet as my cock hardened between her full pouty pussy lips. Her hips also began to rock ever so slightly as she and I played in the early morning light.

I stopped playing with her nipples in my fingers and I grabbed her breasts tightly pressing them together, causing her breasts to tighten and just outward tightly within her skin. Her moans gave way to gasps as I bite down on her areola with my tongue flicking quickly across her erect nipples.

Gently she curls her arms around my head holding me tightly to her breasts as I ravish them with pleasure and pain. Her passion increases as I can feel her nectar flowing over my rock hard cock. I can feel her drips of liquid excitement flowing over me in streams of hot wet pleasure, and I smile knowing I am pleasing her under my control.

I then pull her face to mine and I kiss her lips again and a second time deeply and more passionate than before. I whisper to her, "Do you want me inside you my dear sweet pet?"

She responds, "Yes Sir! I do want to feel you inside me if that is allowable?" and smiles back.

"No." Is my response. I smile mischievously back at her. "I want you to suck my toes Princess...enjoy them fully!"

She immediately responds by indulging in her favorite fetish of toe play. Sucking each and every toe gently and passionately playing with them with her tongue and lips. Her wetness is very apparent as she is still straddling me but facing away from me. 

I grab her right foot and begin to gently bite and drag my teeth along the length of her big toe. Her body quivers at my touch and she more eagerly sucks and nibbles at my toes. 

As I suck her big toe slowly and seductively I begin to slap her ass firmly. She lets out a sudden loud gasp as she feels the burning sting of my loving hand against her nice round ass cheeks. She arches her back a little to offer me more exposure to her sweet sexy ass. 

Her pussy drips more than before as she enjoys my multi area stimulation. I know her inner fire is well stoked but I want to push her further. 

I pull out some rope and gently bind her arms behind her back giving me full exposure and ability to do as I please with her and the vulnerability of her in that position drives her wild sexually. I adore her willingness to please me, and her trust in the control she has freelygiven me. I trust and respect her and am the keeper of that control and her provider of pleasure and love.

With her bound she straightens her back and sits up for me to gaze at her deliciously aroused body. Her nipples are firm and aching for my attention and her pussy drips down her thighs in anxious ecstasy.

I stand behind her pressing my hard cock against her captive hands as I embrace her from behind with my arms wrapped around her body. One hand across her breasts as I fondle one at a time and the other rubbing her pussy lips firmly without touching her sensitive clit. 

She shivers again with excitement as I squeeze her pussy tightly in my hand and my other hand pulls at her sensitive nipples once again. I can feel her hands gripping my cock firmly and I pull away from her grip as I tell her she must wait till I say its ok for her to touch me...my fun with her has just begun.

I open the bedside night table drawer and pull our two clothes pins and place one on each nipple.... she moans in pleasure as the pain shoots straight through her making her even more wet than before. Her Moans grow to purely lustful cries of pent up sexual energy screaming within her to be released...but I haven't given her permission to release it yet. Obediently she awaits my command to cum for me, but yet I still don't give it.

With the clothespins on her nipples still, I spank her sexy ass hard just the way I know she likes it. Her ass becomes hot to the touch and I leave my hand resting on her ass cheek after every swat so she can feel the heat and tenderness of my spanking.

She begins to moan, "Please Sir may I cum now?" 

"Patience my pet...soon...but not yet my dear!"

I begin to rub her sensitive crimson ass with my hand caressing her pain and I can tell I am nearly reaching her limits of both her patience and pain. 

I release her nipples from the tight clothes pin jaws and her nipples turn a deep pink or nearly purple colour as I suck them in my mouth eagerly. I hold her nipple up to her mouth and tell her to enjoy her nipple. She does as I ask eagerly and I can see her enjoying it very deeply. I tell her to bite down on her breast and hold it up in her teeth as long as she can as I kneel down and taste her sweet soaked pussy lips. I slip my tongue between them filling my mouth with her flavor. I love her taste and her scent, and I lick her deeply again once more filling my mouth with her sweetness. 

With her nectar still on my tongue I tell her to release her breast from her mouth and I kiss her deeply sharing the sweetness of our play as our tongues writhe together in complete excited passion.

Her pent up orgasmic energy is welling up so wildly inside her now I can see it in her eyes...I quickly pull my mouth away from hers and turn her around and bend her slightly over the edge of the bed as I begin to lick her pussy and ass rim which she gasps in desperation as her orgasm is so very close as she tries so hard to hold it back. 

I quickly thrust deeply inside her wanting pussy so hard and so fast that my balls slap her clit which causes her pussy to clench around me tightly so as to hold back her impending orgasm. 

I hold still for a moment with my cock fully enveloped in her luxuriously soft wet pussy. I then tell her..."Cum for me baby.... I want you to let go and cum hard and cum well for me my dear sweet pet!" 

I thrust wildly inside her making her shriek in complete ecstasy. The world around her disappears as she becomes completely wrapped up in the moment screaming at the top of her lungs as her body convulses in waves of orgasmic pleasure. Wave after wave of fiery pleasure floods through her sexy body with every thrust of my cock.

As her orgasm subsides I unbind her arms and spoon her lovingly sharing warmth beneath the blankets of the bed and I kiss her neck sweetly assuring her she is my one and only princess and pet that I love so dearly, as she reaches around and whispers..."I'm not done yet kind Sir!"

She slips down under the covers with her feet at the pillows beside my head and she begins to hungrily suck my cock. I moan at the softness of her mouth and the eagerness of her hunger. She swallows me whole with every bob of her head with her lips stopping only at the base of my balls. She gives such sweet head she is absolutely heavenly. My body soon stiffens as I sense my orgasm reaching its fullness. My cock is so hard it feels like steel in her lips and swells to its absolute peak girth. With a twitch or two my cock unloads deep in her throat and she swallows it down as if she needed my hot white cum to survive.

She then curls up in my arms again and whispers, "Merry Christmas Baby!" 

Christmas



Christmas Day 1985, when I was 18, we were visiting my uncles house. Just before lunch I was asked to go get my 24 year old cousin, who was probably up in his bedroom playing on his computer.

Without thinking I just walked in to find him lying on his bed masturbating. I told him he had to stop what he was doing and come down for dinner right away. He said OK but afterwards I had to help him finish what I had interrupted. Well, I'd never seen a real cock before, so I said OK.

As it was Christmas, I was allowed some wine with my meal. After lunch when our parents were talking and getting pissed we both went back to his bedroom. I was feeling a little tipsy because of the wine.

It started off as a case I'll show you mine if you show me yours. He got his cock out first, which looked quite big although it wasn't hard. I took my jeans and knickers off and sat opposite him - he got very hard very quick when he saw my hairless cunt. I told him I didn't realise cocks could get that large, he told me that they could get even bigger but at over 8" most men would be proud.

It was big to look at, but when I grasped it in my hand and my fingers couldn't meet round the shaft, it seemed even bigger. I squat between his legs and he showed me how to hold and stroke his cock as he laid back, first with one hand then using both. While I was tossing him off he asked me to move so he could see my pussy. I got up on the bed next to him and lay with my head close to his prick and my fanny close to his head.

By then I was beginning to get damp. He asked me if I'd ever played with myself and had an orgasm. I told him I'd rubbed myself a few times but never cum. So then he started slowly touching me, pulling my lips apart and running his finger up and down my slit. He was spreading my pussy juices up and down and then slowly teasing my clit.

When he'd got me really wet, he slid his finger into me and started moving in and out, then he used two fingers and by then I was forgetting to play with his cock, just holding it tight in my hand. He told me to kiss and lick it and he would do the same for me.

I started to kiss and lick his cock like he asked while he kept slowly thrusting his fingers into me. Then he stopped and grasped my ass and pulled me round to put his head between my legs and start licking me.

It felt so good, I was licking and kissing and stroking his cock, when he stopped and asked me to suck him all the way in. His cock was big and I didn't think I could manage. The head was already glistening from the pre-cum, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sank it over his hard shaft. 

He was already close to cumming and it only took a few nods of my head and he shot his load into my mouth. It tasted hot and salty but somehow good. His hands clenched tight round my buttocks and he pulled my cunt tight onto his mouth and pushed his tongue into my cunt as he tried to push his cock to the back of my throat. By this time I was so close to cumming for the first time myself I held my breath and let him push.

As I got closer and closer to cumming I needed to take a breath so moved my head back and gasped for breath as my first orgasm hit me. My legs tightened round my cousins head really tight, but he kept on licking and the orgasm just kept on going as I moaned, his large cock pressed tight against my cheek.

As I relaxed my legs, he pulled my head up to his and kissed my hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth - my first real kiss. The thought passed through my mind that I had sucked cock and swallowed cum, before I had ever kissed a man. As we kissed, one of his hands reached under my t-shirt and started to caress my tits and play with my nipples. The other hand moved down between my legs, I spread my legs and arched my ass up to push against his fingers.

He stopped kissing me and lifted my t-shirt and moved his head down to suck on my small tits. My hand reached down and I started to stroke his still hard cock. He groaned and asked if I had enjoyed my first orgasm and if it gave me an appetite for more.

I started rubbing his cock faster and grinding my hips against his fingers that had stopped moving, and said "yes, yes please, another orgasm". He said do I want a proper one this time, with his cock not his fingers and tongue - he said its much better that way. 

The thought of his large cock going into my small tight cunt was a bit scary, but I said yes, if it was better than my first orgasm then that's what I wanted. He told me that it might hurt to start with but the pleasure would be well worth the pain. By then I was at the point of begging, I would do anything to cum again.

He told me to lay back and relax. This time he knelt between my legs, he told me to raise my knees, then leant forwards holding his big cock in his hand he guided towards my sopping wet pussy. First he slowly teased me, moving his cock up and down my slit, half pushing at the hole and then sliding up to tease around my clit. As I got even wetter and started to push my groin onto his cock, he slowly started to push into me. I felt stretched as the knob head sunk into me, it felt so good, then he pushed further and that's when the pain started. Again, he told me to relax, this bit was going to hurt, but afterwards comes the pleasure.

I did my best to relax, but with such a large tool in such a small, tight hole it wasn't easy, and it hurt. He lay forward on top of me and I grasped his buttocks tight and my fingernails sunk in as he pushed harder into me. Then all of a sudden there was a tearing pain and he sunk all the way in, ramming really hard. I bit into his shoulder to stifle the scream. I felt stretched apart by his cock. He whispered that was the hard bit, now just lay back and enjoy.

I didn't think I could. As he slowly slipped in and out of me the pain was almost unbearable, then he slowly started to pick up speed. Just a little at a time and he told me to move against him, slowly rock my hips as he went in and out. That's when the pleasure started to overcome the pain. Very soon, the pain was forgotten as I gyrated against his cock, I smiled at him and told him it felt so good and to please go a little faster. I reached up and grabbed his head and kissed him, this time my tongue deep into his mouth. I was close to cumming now, and he was right, my cunt felt stretched wide and it felt even better than before.

My legs went up and around his waist as he banged hard into me, close to cumming now I sucked his tongue into my mouth. As I came I bit hard onto his tongue, anything to stop the scream of pleasure sounding out. He kept on fucking me as the waves of pleasure continued, just as the orgasm started to end and my body was relaxing, another one started. He kept on until I had had four more orgasms and my cunt was feeling sore.

My turn now he whispered in my ear. He lifted his weight off me and went back to kneeling in front of me, his big cock still deep in my twitching pussy. Then he lifted my legs till they were around his neck and then he started fucking me again. His hands tight round my ass, pulling me deeper onto his cock, he banged hard and fast. Then I could feel him tense up, two more strokes and he pulled out. He pushed my legs off his shoulders and raised himself and leant over me as he shot his load all over my tummy and over my t-shirt. Stroke it please one last time he begged and I grasped his twitching knob and stroked as the last gobs of cum dribbled out onto me.

He collapsed beside me and said that was good, the best he'd ever had. Then he started playing with the now cooling cum in my belly button. He got a bit on the end of his finger and raised it to my mouth. Looking him straight in the eyes I took the finger in my hand and slowly sucked the finger into my mouth. Then I did the same for him, he smiled and sucked the cum off my finger. Then I slowly took his hand and dipped his fingers into the cum and sucked two then three of his fingers, slowly bobbing my head up and down while looking deep into his eyes.

We'd better clean up he said, soon time for tea, and then he bent down and licked the rest of his cum of my tummy. I put my knickers and jeans back on as he got dressed. Then he looked at me and said that we would both have some explaining to do - I frowned and first he showed me the blood stained sheet on his bed and then pointed out the damp patching running up the front of my t-shirt where he had shot his load. I told him that I had a pullover downstairs if he could get that for me and I would change his bed for him. When he came back I pulled my t-shirt off and he had another grope and kiss of my tits before I put my pullover on and told him to hide the t-shirt.

Over the next 2 years, we regularly fucked each other, until he emigrated to Canada and got married. I saw him again last Christmas and reminded him of that Christmas Day 20 yrs ago. He admitted that he had fancied me for a long time before that day and that when I walked in on him masturbating he was fantasising about me. He said it was a dream come true when I didn't walk out in disgust and agreed to go back with him now that I was of legal age. He also told me that he had kept that soiled t-shirt for several years and would regularly get it out and masturbate and think about my tight little cunt and he was really disappointed when he lost it. I asked him if he wanted another one to replace it, which made him smile and he said yes. It wouldn't have been quite the same if it wasn't spunk stained too, so I think you can guess what also happened.



Christmas



The haze I was in was still over me, shades of reality seeping in between the mixture of sleep and alcohol. I was on a sofa, the layout of the room familiar enough for me. I could feel a pleasure on my cock, a woman forcing her way down the shaft with her mouth and hands. The messy slurping sounds enticed me. I must be dreaming, my wife's flight was snowed in from a last minute business trip. 

My eyes open up, trying to adjust to the dark room I reach down but the body my groggy hands fumble against is not one I know. I grudgingly try to pull away from the pleasure of feeling. 

"Don't, I don't remember the last time I had a cock in my mouth."

I jerk back hard against reality but her grip is tight against my throbbing slick cock. Her mouth dives back down onto me, almost taking me hole this time. My body freezes and I moan out quietly. 

"I know this is a bit weird. Me being your mother, but you're already enjoying me. The sin has already taken place, and you can't deny your lust now, can you? No one has to know."

There was always this awkward energy between us. I always tried to be respectful but she tended to make dirty comments to me, just for a reaction. She loved to see me nervous, and stumble over my words. As guilty as I currently felt, that quickly melted away with every stroke of her hand, flick of her tongue, low slurp she made. 

She used her hand and mouth skillfully, there was no turning back. I was going to fuck her while everyone else slept. My mind was made for me. She got up, I could only see the full shape of her body as she laid next to me. I got up and spread her legs. I didn't bother with any added foreplay. 

"I want to be fucked, use me. Call me the vile names that are in that head of yours. I don't want tenderness, I miss the way a young man fucks.."

I pressed my head against the opening then shoved my thick cock all the way inside. A deep gasp slipped past her lips. She gripped onto my body tight as she went rigid. I stopped to let her get used to me. 

"Fuck me!" she demanded in a forceful whisper. 

I pulled back and started drilling her. She clung tighter. I fucked her as quietly as possible while still abusing her pussy. The way men fuck whores, I had no Idea of she would get off or not. I was taken over by lust and the sounds she kept making in my ear. 

"Oh my god yes, use me. Shove that cock inside of me, son."

The last word seemed to trigger something erotic inside me. Some twisted lust in a dark part of me fueled me to fuck her even harder. 

"Fuck, Oh yeah there you go. I want you to cum inside of me."

I grunted, almost losing it then. I whispered to her how much of a slut she was. Demeaning her was thrilling. For so long I had to treat her respectfully. No matter if she deserved it or not. I told her how bad I've wanted to fuck her for years. How much of a whore I she was in fantasies. How I would masturbate to scenes of her. How I would sneak peeks down her shirt then would hide my obvious erection. 

I covered her mouth and fucked her harder than I had ever fucked my wife. She was idling to be the piece of flesh for me to use as I saw fit. My mother was my whore. There was no ounce of love or care. She was a whore demanding to be treated as such. I looked down at her twisted face, her hands clawing at the cushion of the couch and I exploded. 

I came hard and buried my face in her chest forcing back the urge to grunt out loudly as the peak hit me. Everything paused, the wave finally crashing and flowing past me. 

"Thank you, it's been too long since I've been made to feel sexy. Honestly the best Christmas gift I've had in years."

And with that we went our separate ways, she shuffled up the stairs in her robe and I laid in my sex drifting back to sleep.



Christmas Adventure



Missy had been planning a special surprise for Jay for several weeks now. Her grand plan was now about to take effect. She had been highly interested in Jay’s co-worker Dan for some time now. She had masturbated to mental images of her husband Jay fucking her from behind while she sucked Dan off and had him cum on her face. She really wanted to fuck Dan, to feel a new cock ram inside her. Jay was the only man she had ever had sex with, and she naturally wondered about what a different tool felt like. She had no reservations at all about giving another man a blow job, but pure fucking was still a little hard to think about seriously doing. She and Jay were never quite sure about how to handle that.

She had decided that she wanted to give Jay a special thrill for Christmas. The mere thought of her plan put butterflies in her stomach. The wanted to make a special videotape for a Christmas present and she needed Dan to make it happen. 

As was his regular routine, Jay left Saturday morning to run some errands and buy some lumber for a project. When he left, Missy was standing by the door in her robe waving goodbye. But she was very busy after that. She had told Dan early in the week to stop by Saturday morning to help Jay move a couch. But of course she would tell Dan she had forgotten all about that. 

She changed into a pair of spandex shorts and an old ribbed tank top. The top barely concealed her 38C tits, and the cool, winter weather made her nipples stick out against the shirt. The spandex shorts showed off every curve of her ass. She took the camcorder out of the case it was in by the closet and positioned it behind some plants in the corner of the room. It would probably go unnoticed to anyone not looking hard for it.

Dan arrived promptly at 9:30, right as Jay was getting to the lumber yard 50 miles away. Dan walked up to the door and rang the bell. Missy cracked open the door and looked out in a very well-faked mood of surprise.

“Dan, what are you doing here?”

“Well, isn’t today when I’m supposed to help Jay with the couch?”

Missy replied with mock realization, “Oh yeah, I completely forgot. Shit, he left 30 minutes ago. I hate for you to waste a trip, you want to help me move it real quick?”

Dan said, “Why not, I’m already here.”

Missy’s heart was beating mile a minute as she opened the door, partly from the thrill of how skimpily she was dressed and partly from what she intended to do. Dan entered and nearly broke his neck from the double take looking at Missy’s large chest pushing out at the shirt. He looked away quickly but knew he’s been caught. He made his way to the living room and took up a spot at one end of the couch. Magazines were strewn on the floor at each end of the couch. Missy feigned embarrassment at the mess and moved to pick them up. Standing right next to Dan she bent over at the waist and picked up the magazines. She brushed her hip against his hand to test him. He flinched slightly, but didn’t move too much. After moving the magazines at the other end she grabbed one end of the couch and she Dan scooted it out against the opposite wall…..by the plants. Missy intentionally leaned over the couch repeatedly to push against the end and scoot it down a few inches, but the motion was really effective in making her big boobs swing back and forth while Dan looked down her shirt. She raised up to wipe the sweat off her brow and looked at Dan. It took a second for his glance to reach up to her face. 

She looked over at where the couch had been sitting and gave another well-faked surprise gasp. A nice leather bound photo album laid on the floor. It was the album Jay kept some of his favorite artistic nude photos of Missy. However, she had replaced many of the artistic shots with explicit sexual pictures. Dan made a curious move towards the album, the picture on the front of a topless Missy by the beach getting his attention. She did a great job of acting like she wasn’t sure if he should look or not, but she really wanted him to look.

Dan sat on the couch and opened the album. The first couple of pictures really had artistic merit, but those weren’t the ones she wanted him to see. The first two showed her against a black background in a sheer robe. But the third picture showed her flat on her back with an oversized pink dildo sticking out of her wet cunt. The dildo was covered in her own juices right up to the fake balls a full 8 inches down. The wet trail showed that she had, in fact, impaled the whole thing inside her. Dan got very quiet as Missy sat down beside him.

“You like that picture?” she asked.

He could only nod his approval.

“How do you like this one?

She flipped the page to another photo that showed her dressed in a black dominatrix outfit, squatting over the same red dildo. The look on her face showed she was obviously having an orgasm. Dan shifted in his seat to compensate for the shrinking amount of room in his pants. She pressed on.

“Well, if you like that, you’re gonna love this!”

The next photo showed her laying on her back with a long trail of cum running down her tits. 

She heard a slight noise from Dan that was part moan, part gasp. She put a hand on Dan’s thigh and whispered in his ear.

“You like this?”

He nodded.

“You want to do this to me?”

He looked at her, then at her chest, then at her face. Another nod.

She stood up in front of him and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her big tits……

Two months later it was Christmas. Jay and Missy loved the holiday season and their love for each other showed. They got each other the usual Christmas presents: clothes, tools, and stuff for the house. Jay had gotten her some special expensive red lingerie, and Missy had a special present for him already in the VCR. 

She said, “Oh, I have one more special gift for you.”

“Cool, I like special gifts”

She pulled off her robe. Totally naked she knelt down between his legs and pulled his cock out of the fly of his boxers. He looked confused, but was catching on, or so he thought. She wrapped her hand around his limp cock and started to pull on it. At the same time she hit the play button on the VCR remote. The big screen filled with the image of Missy standing up in front of his co-worker Dan and pulling her shirt off. Jay’s massive shock was quickly replaced with passion as he watched his wife slide her shorts down over her hips and let Dan look at her nude. Dan’s shock showed his appreciation. She stood him up and knelt down in front of him, much the way she was kneeling in front of Jay now. Missy was feeling Jay’s cock grow in her hand as he watched the tape.

On the screen Jay watched his wife unbutton Dan’s pants and unzip the fly. In one fluid motion she pulled his pants and all down to his thighs. His cock sprang up, pointing at her face. While not as long as Jay’s, it was every bit as thick as her pink dildo. The big balls promised to give her a satisfying load when she got him off. She fit the big mushroom head in her mouth, but not without some effort to work her tongue around it. The fingers of her right hand squeezed his big nuts while her left hand rubbed her own hard clit. 

While the video played, Missy began sucking the cock of her husband. Just like when she made the tape, she could taste the salty pre-cum from the overly turned-on man she was servicing. Jay was writhing in his seat trying to keep control while Dan was trying to do the same on video. On the tape, Dan was enjoying a wonderful blow job and ball licking when he decided he wanted more. Missy remembered well the torn feeling she had when Dan bent her over the couch. She wasn’t sure she was ready to have sex with anyone other than her husband, but the rare opportunity to have a new, thick cock in her won out. 

Jay watched his wife tentatively lean over the couch and offer her ass up to Dan. She was tentative, but she wasn’t fighting it. Jay watched her eyes pop open as the new cock tried to make its way inside her. Jay could see the large head finally get all the way in as Dan buried it to the hilt. Missy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the nerve endings in her cunt were rubbed like they hadn’t been before. Jay could tell Dan was close to cumming and was going to make it the best he could. He grabbed Missy’s ass and started pounding his thick tool in and out. His large nuts hit her clit with every stroke. Missy orgasmed immediately ash she always did when getting rammed from behind. The orgasm caused her to clinch up, which only made her pussy even tighter. That sensation was too much for Dan, and both knew he was ready to cum. Missy instinctively wanted to feel his load inside her, but she knew she shouldn’t press her luck; she had already done more than she’d intended. She also remembered that this was ultimately for Jay, and she knew what he liked to see.

Jay watched her take Dan’s near spasming cock out from inside her and squeeze it while she knelt in front of him. She released her grip on his dick and gave two long strokes before opening her mouth to give him a target. The first blast squirted right on her tongue, and she felt the second shot hit her cheek inside her mouth. She closed her mouth around his cock and let the rest of the cum empty in her mouth. After squeezing every last drop out, she glanced at the camera with one eye and spit the cum out, letting it drip sown her chin. 

Jay’s dick nearly ached from how hard the movie made him. Missy had been sucking him for nearly five minutes now and he felt like he couldn’t wait one more second to fuck her. He hopped of the couch and pushed her into the same position she took Dan on the tape. Only this would be different. Jay roughly grabbed her ass and pounded his long cock in and out. Missy was screaming and cumming from the hard fuck. Her butt and the backs of her thighs were starting to sting from the slapping of skin. Missy once again clinched up in orgasm causing her cunt to tighten. Jay grunted loudly and slammed in deep as his cum spurted out inside her. Shot after shot made her slick pussy even slicker, and it started to run out before he even pulled out. 

Both were spent, there hearts slowly getting back to a regular pace. Jay was nearly about to faint from the frantic sex. It was the most intense they’d ever had. Could his wife be full of any more surprises?

Possibly, because he just happened to notice the camcorder behind the plants again……



Christmas Alone



I would like to say two things before you read this little story. First, I'd like to thank my editor, Erik Thread, for going beyond what is expected of an editor. He guided me and helped me to make this story better.

Second, because a number of readers have commented upon it, I'd like to warn you about the second paragraph. It is a vivid but true description of a death from a type of skin cancer caused by the sun. When I was little, I lost a beloved uncle to Melanoma. I'm afraid I've become rabid about suntans ever since. 

I think it adds to the story, but others think the story is better without it.

We were only married 28 years, not even a blink of the cosmic eye. Our wedding did seem like yesterday, until she died last July. Each day of the last six months has seemed an eternity plus a month of Sundays. I know Ginny's with the Lord. As the old expression goes, St. Peter had to let her in, because we both did our time in hell. 

Melanoma, caused by sun tanning when everyone thought it was healthy, killed her, but not before I had to watch her beautiful face eaten away. The last time I was able to watch her dressings changed, her cheek was gone. I saw her molars and her naked jawbone. But mine hell endures. 

When she died, my soul was sundered. So intertwined were we, that the 'me' I was, doesn't exist anymore. I know that life continued, I ate, slept, I went to work, watched TV, I even went to my beloved Texas home football games down in Austin. But if I didn't have the ticket stubs, I would swear I hadn't even watched them on TV.

I know I visited with friends and that family came to see me. But for the last six months, I retreated into a deep place where light has never been. If only, if only suicide wasn't a mortal sin--but like that old 60s song Last Kiss. 

"She's gone to heaven so I got to be good

So I can see my baby when I leave this world." 

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and I don't know how I'm going to make it through tomorrow. I've just returned from our midnight candlelight service at church. As we sang endless Christmas carols, something shattered. When my little candle was lit, it illuminated the dark cave of my life. 

I was singing one of Ginny's favorites, and when I couldn't hear Ginny's powerful, but always off-key, voice, my voice became husky. I lost the tune while the tears I'd never shed rolled down my cheeks. I saw our friends from the Sunday School class Ginny and I had attended faithfully for the last twenty-five years. I saw our two children, one on either side of me. Each of their spouses sitting beyond their set of my darling grandchildren. I saw everything except my other half. 

My daughter was sitting on my left, my son on my right. Kristin, ever a "daddy's girl" saw me crying first. Reaching behind me she poked her younger brother, and in a stage whisper urged, "We have to get Daddy home, now!"

I was too overcome to protest, but the last thing I wanted was to go back to my empty house. Somehow, the two families hustled me out of the pew and through the church's back door before Silent Night, always the last song, was started. 

I had driven my car to our little neighborhood church, but my son drove me home. Everyone else followed in the other two cars. For the first time I was aware of all the decorated houses with their lawn ornaments. A vain attempt to match the majesty of billions of stars on this clear, cold, moonless night.

When we got to my house, I was shocked. It was decked out in all its Christmas finery. How had I hung those lights? I'd always needed Ginny's help to do them. Where had I found the crèche that Ginny's mother had as a little girl? All the lights on the tree were blinking. I must have spent hours finding burned out bulbs, when had I found the time, or the energy? 

I know I'd done it, but the doing was vague, distant. All our married life, my one job was to hang the lights, outside and on the tree. Could I have done all this? I know Ginny had left a detailed list of careful instructions of what I was to do, but getting the house to look as it always did when Ginny decorated, was a fragmented memory, like one from early childhood. The kind where you're never sure if you remember the incident or are remembering an earlier memory, a memory of a memory.

My son supported me with his normal vigor as we walked through the leaded glass front doors into our living room. "The tree is perfect Dad, just the way Mom always decorated it. We all want to stay, but Mom gave us strict orders not to come over until after we celebrated our own family trees in the morning. She said she wanted you to open her gift alone. Kristin and John will bring breakfast for you, Jessie and I will bring the fixings for dinner."

"Dad, are you going to be okay? Mom insisted that we take you to the candlelight service like always, and that we leave you alone tonight, but if you want..."

Reality sucks. I wished I could retreat back into my cocoon, but my bubble had dissolved and I knew I couldn't live there anymore. I interrupted him, "No, I'm going to be fine. I just miss your mother ..." I struggled not to break down. "More than I can say, but I need some time to absorb all this. Don't come too early in the morning. I'll probably stay up a while and sleep in."

He gave me a firm hug and left without another word. I looked around the house. I hadn't been able to remove a single thing of Ginny's, except the medical stuff we needed at the end. If she were to walk in right now, everything would be like she wanted it. 

I sat in my recliner, and I looked over at her empty chair. I pictured her there laughing at the absurdity of a TV show. I could smell the Sand and Sable perfume she loved. A grin almost cracked my face. The kids always called it Sand of the Stable and it was her annual gift from both of them as they grew up. A distant part of me noted it was the first time I'd thought of Ginny and didn't want to cry. Oh precious Lord, I miss her so, she made life fun! 

I don't want to sound metaphysical, I don't believe in ghosts, but at that instant, I felt a warmth flush my chest. As if my lungs had been bathed in warm water. If it had continued much longer I might have worried about a heart attack, but it lasted only a few seconds and it was gone. I will always believe that it was Ginny's spirit saying she loved me too. It left me at peace. It also left me resolved and terribly fatigued. I was motivated to begin the process of disposing of her things; it had been too long, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to savor memories and cherish what we had built together.

When I finally went to bed, I must have been asleep before my head hit the pillow and awoke feeling more rested than I could remember being in years. Donning my ratty old robe, I practiced my one culinary art, the only thing I'd been allowed by Ginny to do in HER kitchen. I prepared a mug of Prince of Wales tea. To achieve my masterwork I use two heaping teaspoons of Sugar Raw, a brand of turbinado sugar, and three of half & half. Folks have made fun of my persnicketiness in making tea, but every one always asks for it instead of coffee. One of my private joys had been to fix tea for Ginny every morning for the last fifteen years. I always used a little yellow teapot; it was the perfect size for two cups. This morning, for the first time since she died, I didn't use it. It should have felt odd, but it didn't.

I never eat breakfast. I know, a terrible habit, but I never have more than my tea. I carried my cup into the living room, sat in my chair, and looked at the presents piled under the tree. There was a large heavy box in garish paper that clashed with all the other presents for my kids and their kids. It had arrived yesterday morning via Federal Express overnight service. 

There was a card on it in Ginny's distinctive handwriting that said, "To my loving husband." I wasn't surprised that I had a Christmas gift from Ginny six months after she'd died. Ginny was one of those people who did their Christmas shopping early, like at the after-Christmas sales. I was a little surprised that she'd ordered something to be delivered Christmas Eve, but my major surprise was how anxious I was to open it.

I think its arrival yesterday was what caused the first crack in my shield, but my reaction at the time was anger that she was sending me something while I would never be able to buy anything for her again. Now I was excited by her last demonstration of her love for me.

A tingle of fear crept into my excitement. What if this was something Ginny had ordered before she got sick, something that she'd intended both of us to enjoy. Ginny gave me a ton of gifts like that over our twenty-eight years of marriage. For example, one birthday she gave me a cruise for two to Alaska. I'd been stationed up there in my time in the Navy and hated the place. For years I'd told Ginny I wanted a Mediterranean cruise to see all the historical sites of the Roman Empire, Roman history is a hobby of mine. So, her gift to Me was an Alaskan trip that Ginny had dreamed of and hadn't thought we could afford.

Of course she bought my Roman History cruise as my birthday gift to Her a few months later. I enjoyed both cruises, very romantic. That had been two years ago, and if this were something like that, I didn't know if I could stand it.

When I opened it, my false teeth fell out. Well, they would have if I had false teeth. She'd given me an inflatable sex doll. It was the most obscene thing I'd ever seen. I was shocked and I didn't know what to do. The kids knew she'd sent me something, but how could I let them see this--this Thing!

I loved our sex life, but it was very conservative. We did do IT in public once, if you count daybreak behind a sand dune on a deserted beach. If I'd made a list of the ten thousand most likely gifts from Ginny, an inflatable sex doll still wouldn't be on it!

Tucked down in a corner was another card. It had my name printed on it and the notation, "Personal from the manufacturer."

Hoping for some sort of explanation, I opened it with trepidation. Inside was a handwritten note in beautiful calligraphy. The body read:

"Our company advertises these inflatable dolls as gag gifts, so we receive some very odd requests. Many of those we wouldn't honor even if we thought it would be legal to do so. When we received your wife's request, it was so unusual that I thought I'd better check it out. I visited with your wife many times after that first call. I am proud that she considered me a friend. I never met a more inspiring woman. I want you to know that I mourned her passing, I even considered flying in for her funeral. I did send a donation to your church in her name. You should receive the card after New Years Day.

"I also wanted to share, that typical of her, I received an email two days ago reminding me of the shipping date and the instructions. It was only when I was personally preparing this doll for you that I began to worry that you might not get her real messages. I haven't read them, they remain sealed in the envelopes she sent me. However, you won't find them unless you inflate the doll and explore. Your wife had a wonderful sense of humor, and it is my prayer as you inflate her gift to you, that you can laugh about the packaging as much as she did when she planned it for you."

Ginny had a wicked sense of humor, and she always delighted in poking holes in what she called my "pompous tendencies." It's hard to explain just how I felt as I used our canister vacuum cleaner to inflate the sex doll. I almost laughed aloud when it began to take shape. If the wrapping paper was garish, what word could I use for how hideously lurid that doll was? It was a caricature of a parody of a doll. The only thing lifelike was its size. 

Ginny, knew me, but I also knew Ginny. I knew where her message would be, but I also know she'd leave me some pithy comments in the other two orifices. I spent a full ninety seconds trying to decide the sequence she planed for me to follow. After triple guessing myself, I checked the doll's bottom, retrieved Ginny's note, opened it and laughed aloud for the first time in since Ginny died. The message, in her handwriting, said:

"In your dreams, my dear husband. Why did I know that the first place you'd check was the place you've never been?" 

I moved to the other lower opening and retrieved her second handwritten note.

"This place is what the message is about, not where I want it delivered from. Now stop thinking with your precious little head, use your big head and let's talk."

I smiled at the heart of my special lady. I checked the doll's mouth and got my last message from my wife.

"My darling, I hope you are smiling. I am as I write this. Somehow, I think I'm there with you now, but I don't have to be there to see the expression on your face when you opened my next-to-the-last gift to you. I know you, sweetheart, you've been hiding in your Ol' Bear cave, chasing off everyone who might want to help you. Pulling back from those who love you. 

"Well, my darling, it's Christmas morning and it's been long enough. Our kids need you, and our grandkids deserve to know the man I love. I also know that those family jewels I loved are turning a bit blue. I can't bear the thought that for the rest of your life you'll be reduced to using the equivalent of this doll, I've named her Suzy Slut by the way--or what did you call it, Rosy Palm? I can't bear that your love might atrophy to those pale imitations.

"I've spent a lot of time thinking about this, dearest lover, and you're too young to spend the rest of your life as a widower. I looked to see if you might find the next love of your life among the people we know, and I don't think you will. There are some wonderful women, but I don't think you can get past our shared history to completely give yourself to them. That's what I want, I want you to give yourself to your next wife as completely as you gave yourself to me. I don't want you to hold any part back. I believe Jesus when he said that heaven won't be like earth and there isn't marriage there. That means you need to give your body and your heart to your new love. Where I am now, I promise I don't need it. Nothing will ever replace what we had, and you will never have a love like ours. We raised a family and we grew up together. No one else can do that with you. But that was then, and this is now. I want you to create a new, and I pray, an even better love.

"I won't be there to grow old with you and I can't stand the thought of you growing old alone and bitter. So, as my last gift to you, I'm giving you a dating service. I checked out several and even looked at the sort of responses you can expect. I picked the best and paid the fees. I've filled out the personality profile for you. After all, I know you better than you know yourself, I'm less modest too. I've talked to both our kids and they support what I'm doing. The studies all say that the better the marriage the shorter the time before you re-marry. We had the best marriage in history. So you've mourned me long enough! New Years Day is a time of new beginnings, and I want you to send answers to at least five women who have responded to your profile, on New Years Day... you can miss those bowl games, because I know that our Longhorns will be in the BCS Championship this year. Dearest Husband, I know you don't want to do this, but I want you to know that one of the things that is making my leaving you easier is knowing that I found a good way for you to live on. I know you won't spoil my peace. 

Live and love fully, heart of my heart, with my blessing. 

Your Ginny.

"Oh, PS, there were a couple ladies I emailed that I really liked who said they were going to wait for you. There was one that seemed perfect to me. If she did, and you marry her, you'll know that I couldn't have picked better myself. Now get that doll out of sight before the kids get here, I don't think we want to share our sex life with them--We don't want them to get jealous!" 



Christmas Amongst Friends



As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy. - VH 

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Karen, Gina and I were all watching Dana and waiting for her to mention Thanksgiving. We had beaten around the bush long enough and now the suspense was just killing us. She could see very well that we were merely picking at our food and only making small talk, while the four of us sat inside the Olive Garden for lunch this past Sunday; yet she made no effort to clue us in on how the dinner went. She just waited until all three of us had folded our arms and refused to talk about anything else.

"Fine. You're just dying to embarrass me right here in public, aren't you?" she asked; staring into her wine glass.

"You know it, Girl!" Gina said without missing a beat. The three of us leaned closer and waited for Dana to continue. She looked as if she were about to die of embarrassment.

"It couldn't have been that bad," I said.

"Julie ... you have no idea." Dana squirmed in her seat and looked away as the young male waiter refilled our ice teas or wine in turn. He smiled at each of us, finding it difficult to focus all of his attention on any one of us older women it seemed. Dana waited until he was out of earshot before continuing; resituating her glasses on the bridge of her nose and leaning forward. 

"It was so awkward. I didn't think it would be, after everything we have done, but it was. The four of us just sat there, trying to talk about everything except what we really wanted to until the night was over and then everyone finally went home." (The four of them being: Dana, her husband Philip and their daughter and son, Amanda and Justin).

"Oh, you mean sitting here like we have been for the past forty minutes, eh?" Karen piped in. I slapped Karen on the arm playfully and returned my attention to Dana.

"So what happened?" Gina asked.

"Nothing happened," Dana responded in a huff. "Phil's parents were there and my brothers and their wives, and screaming babies and barking dogs, and everything else." She took a sip of her wine and focused her eyes on the last breadstick before continuing. "But Amanda just kept looking at me and her father and grinning; while that boy didn't take his eyes off of me the entire time."

"You mean that 'boy' wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he really likes the idea of spending Christmas with you this year, Hon?" Karen said with a smirk.

"He isn't spending it with me! It could be any one of us!" she hissed. But Dana wasn't truly upset about it, for almost as soon as she finished saying it we all saw her cheeks starting to flush while holding back a sly grin. "He looked like he wanted to eat me alive!"

All of us giggled; a sound not very uncommon for a group of best friends of nearly thirty years and all fast approaching fifty.

"We talked about this before," I said. "We can always tell them it just isn't a good idea, you know."

I felt Gina kick my leg from beside me and I glared at her.

"It's too late now, Girls. The biggest problem isn't that we're including them. It's that I'm afraid that Phil and I might like it way too much," she said very softly.

The rest of us all smiled at that, knowing exactly what she was saying. Since we and our husbands had agreed this past spring to invite Amanda and Justin -- as well as Karen's son and daughter, Christopher and Brittany -- I don't think any of the eight of us had thought of much else. We needed some young blood thrown in to stir things up a bit. And not one of the "kids" being older than twenty-five was just too perfect.

But, I suppose I should explain before I go any further. 

I have been friends with the "Girls" since we attended State college over twenty-five years ago. In that time, we always kept in touch and never moved more than an hour away from each other even after we married and started raising families. As women tend to do, we talked about everything under the sun. Hence, when more than one of us started feeling that our sex life was at a standstill -- too vanilla is how Gina had put it back then -- we came up with idea of "Christmas amongst Friends."

I won't go into the specifics of how this decision was made because to be honest, it took a couple of years. And we only have been putting it into practice for three years now; this will be the fourth. We just all simply came to that point in our lives -- and marriages -- where we were ready for something new and different. We had enough trust and love in our husbands and each other, that we could actually feel safe in undertaking something of this nature. And the fact that our husbands not only like each other but consider themselves friends as well, only solidified our decision.

Essentially, the four of us couples no longer exchange gifts for Christmas. Now, we exchange spouses instead. 

On Christmas morning we all privately open the little holiday envelope that we receive the night before at an elaborate Christmas Eve dinner. In this envelope is the name of a local pricey hotel -- four different hotels so that no one will run into another couple -- and a key to one of its honeymoon suites. We then say goodbye for the next 36 hours to our Everyday Loves, and race down to the hotel, not having a clue as to who will be waiting for us on the other side of that door.

After our time spent with our "Christmas present" -- of which at least some must be recorded, to prove that we actually participated -- we head back home and do not mention a word of it to anyone until the following week. Then on New Year's Eve, while everyone else is out bringing in the New Year, the four of us couples get together at one of our homes and watch the videos. We laugh and get embarrassed and we tease and of course, we get extremely aroused by everything we see.

And then after that, we don't mention it again. Except to your Everyday Love, you are not permitted to say a word to anyone else about it ever again.

I cannot even begin to describe the rush of pure adrenaline you feel from the moment you get that little envelope in your hand and feel the keycard sliding back in forth inside. It could be any one of my best girlfriend's husbands; or even more electrifying, one of my best girlfriends themselves! I get wet just writing this down and explaining it for you.

That first year, I must say, was one of the most exhilarating experiences in my life! The eight of us ate dinner at Karen and Spencer's house; none of us acting all that much different than any other year when we all got together. That is, until the table was cleared and everyone was sitting in the family room watching the fire and sipping our drinks. It got very quiet all of a sudden and everyone was just looking at each other. 

My husband Doug had his arm around me on the couch, pressing his fingers into my breast secretively, while I had my shoes off and my feet tucked under me as I snuggled into him. The others were in similar romantic poses, with Gina and Gary on the floor by the Christmas tree, lying in a very suggestive spoon position with him behind her stroking her long hair. Dana was on the loveseat with her tiny feet in Phil's lap while he gently massaged them and tried to make a point of not getting too excited -- as we all knew how laid back he was, except for when it came to feet. And Spencer was sitting on the floor right to the side of my husband and me, with his wife Karen sitting behind him on the couch, rubbing his shoulders and neck or kissing the top of his head from time to time.

"Well. I don't know about everyone else, but I'm ready for my present. And like, now!" Gina said, looking at no one in particular. Although I did see her reach back and touch her husband's smoothly shaved head immediately after.

We all laughed nervously and someone shouted over the din, "Way to get things moving, G!"

Karen got up and went back to their home office, returning a few moments later with a small box which she took over to the sofa table. She proceeded to lay out eight identical green envelopes with little red bows on them. All of us girls had examined them when we had arrived; all of us staring at them as if they were too taboo to even be in the same room with. Karen and I had gone and checked in at the four motels in advance and returned with the two sets of keys. And then we placed the keys and a hotel lobby card into each envelope and sealed them before the others arrived, making certain that no distinguishing marks could be seen.

So now, the way this would be done is to have each husband get up first and pick an envelope that he would give to his wife as her gift. I took my envelope from Doug and was surprised to see my hand shaking as I returned it to my lap. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, smiling and winking before settling down in his seat again. Now it was the wives' turn to return the favor. So the four of us went over to the table (Gina actually crawled on all fours in those tight slacks of hers, causing all of our husbands to stare) and grabbed the last of the envelopes before returning them to our men.

Gary just looked me in the eyes the whole time and then leaned on one side to stuff the envelope in his back pocket without even glancing at it. I hurried over to my purse by the door and slid mine into the zipper, all safe and sound while others hid their's away in similar fashion.

Well, after that, the evening was just a dud. None of us could concentrate and after finding ourselves staring off into space and just sipping our drinks for the longest time, we all decided to just head home.

Gary and I couldn't help it. We fucked like rabbits almost the moment we got in the door. It was fast and furious and noisier than I'd remembered us being in months. We took turns whispering the names of our friends in each other's ears as we moved beneath the sheets, laughing softly and sighing as we pictured not our Everyday Love but instead someone entirely new. I came when he whispered, "Spence is going to make you come all over his big cock," right in my ear. He had saved him for last, knowing me so well.

And after I realized he was watching me eagerly through my entire little shameful display, I tossed back at him, "Fucking Gina's tight little ass from behind now!" He tensed up and came so fast it was funny. He immediately apologized and looked down at me for reassurance. And I just smiled back at the face I'd loved for twenty-five years and squeezed him tight inside me. "Just don't forget about my hot little pussy, when you're in Gina's tight little ass...Husband."

Making love helped, because I don't know that I would have been able to sleep at all that night. And the next morning both of us seemed very subdued as we prepared for our little rendezvous. There was a lot of touching but not much talking as we took our showers in turn and then got dressed. We needed the reassurance that both of us were going to be OK with this no matter what.

"Please, don't be too disappointed, Sweetie," my husband said as he watched me spritzing my bare chest and neck with my favorite perfume this time, not his. 

I looked at him in the mirror, understanding perfectly. I did have a secret thing for Spencer for quite some time and he had always been overly flirtatious with me over the years, long before this little Christmas thing had ever been dreamed of.

"There is very little that would disappoint me right now, I think. How about you?" I saw the look in his eyes go distant as he stared off into space with a smile. "I take that back. I think you should be the one worrying about not being disappointed!"

"Me?" he asked.

"Yes, you. I bet Dana and Karen are going through this exact same thing right now too. Gina and that little ass of hers last night. What a display that was!"

"Who says Gina is top of my list? She isn't the only one with a great ass, you know." He smacked my bottom, in only my French cut laced panties that I'd bought special for that day.

"Yes, Dear. You keep telling yourself that why don't you." 

It took me much longer to get dressed than it did Gary, of course. He came back into the master bathroom probably ten times to just talk about things that didn't need to be talked about at all at the moment.

"Gary... Honey. You don't have to wait for me. For all we know, your present is already there wondering where you are."

The look on his face was priceless, as if he hadn't even thought of that. 

"Well, I didn't want to just run off and leave you know... What if your car doesn't start or you slip going down the hill or something? I'd kill myself!"

I walked over and pushed back a loose strand of his hair on the side, the spot where it was turning a sexier gray each and every day.

"You go on now. I'll see you tomorrow, Love." He bent to kiss me on the lips but I turned my face and let him have my cheek instead. "Save it for Gina," I laughed.

There is no point in describing my clothes or the weather or the fact that my heart was pounding to the point of nauseam the closer I got to the Hilton, my ultimate destination. The lobby was deserted, with only one bored attendant behind the desk who didn't even look up as I made my way to the elevator. Stepping off on the 12th floor, I fingered the key-card that I had been gripping so hard that it was forging a crease in my fist.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

The room was still dark. I breathed a sigh of relief and went inside. It was a marvelous suite, with a tub that could easily fit six people; with two large shower heads angling toward the center from either side. There was mini bar and a king sized bed; a small sofa as well. I placed my purse on the sofa and then went back to hang up my coat and waited for my "present" to arrive. 

It was going on 10:00 and I had been there for about ten minutes before I started to get antsy. I wondered what the other girls were doing. Wondering how they looked and what my present would want to see. On a whim, I hurried into the bathroom with the sexy long gown that I had bought and frantically changed into it before fixing my hair and face one last time and then heading back to the lounge chair in the corner. From this point, I could not see the door, which in fact would only heighten my senses when I did hear my present arrive.

It was scarcely five minutes later when I heard the door open gently, and then the loudest bump as something knocked hard against the wall. My heart was already pounding, but hearing a noise like that made me sit bolt upright and try to peer around the corner.

And that is what Gina's husband Gary, saw as he made his way to the center of the room and smiled at me from ear to ear. I burst out laughing I was so nervous, feeling my cheeks flush suddenly. 

"I can't believe it's you!" I said, turning away from him and grinning. 

"Yea, don't we both win the jackpot!" he said; his eyes sparkling.

Gary looked at me in that long silk gown, with a slit almost to my left hip, showing off what my husband said were the best set of legs he'd ever seen. And he made no effort to hide his pleasure in seeing me sitting there just like that, perched on the edge of the chair with my breasts barely confined and my left leg naked to the hip. There was certainly no look of disappointment in those eyes.

"Wow, Jules ... you look fantastic!"

I smiled nervously and just looked up at him standing there ten feet away from me. He was the only one that ever called me "Jules" and though it had been just a tease before that day, it suddenly made me feel that much more endeared to him. For his part, he looked like something out of a movie. And I mean a James Bond movie. 

I had tried to dislike him years ago, partly because he was so good-looking and he was younger than the rest of us by seven or eight years. He was very athletic, and while none of us thought he was necessarily vain, he cared about the way he looked more than the rest of our husbands and so that didn't set well all the time. But then Gina was the same way. She was definitely the sexiest of the group, always going to the gym and eating healthy. It made us all positively sick! So it was no surprise that she had waited until 32 to marry a man only 25 at the time. None of us thought it would work, but then there they were thirteen years later and just as in love as the rest of us. 

He was dressed in a black tuxedo of all things, with a crisp white shirt and his bowtie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. His black shoes were impeccably shined. As I mentioned before, his head was shaved, but somehow that just made his dark brown eyes even that much more prominent. He was very sexy, despite what I wanted to say about him. The thought that he was mine until we checked out the next morning made me tingle in very important spots.

He held out his hand as he came over to me, so I reached up nervously, still shying away as he looked down at my cleavage and made me turn before him. My ears burned and my pulse raced when he leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek, holding his lips there for a good three or four moments and inhaling my scent.

"Beautiful," he whispered in my ear, before standing straight and just holding my hands in his.

"Now, let's see you do that little turn now too," I said. I was trying to sound bold, but it came out very weak mind you, almost pleading.

Gary smiled again and then slipped his jacket off, laying it neatly on one of the chairs and then slowly turned around in front of me. He had a very, very nice ass.

"Yum," I whispered.

He looked down at me and winked before taking my hand again.

"Well, Jules, you have any ideas of what we should do first?"

I thought for a moment, wondering if I should just be so bold as to say what I wanted. I decide, yes. "Well, it's kind of early for all that, but if you insist!" I laughed, sitting on the bed and then laying back with my arms stretched above my head seductively and legs kicking out in front of me. I loved the expression on his face as he looked down at me just laying there for him, while he pulled off his bow tie and tossed it to the chair to his left.

He bent down and without taking his eyes away from mine; he lifted my left leg and brought my foot all the way to the center of his chest where he started rubbing it gently but firmly. My leg was completely bare and had he glanced down he would certainly have seen the crotch of my panties clearly visible and possibly even wet, but he was a gentleman and instead just watched my face as he continued rubbing my foot.

"I have a better idea," he said, letting my foot fall gently to the floor.

"A better idea than what?" I asked, smiling with uncertainty.

Gary winked and then walked back over by the door. He emerged a moment later with the items that had obviously made all that ruckus when coming in. It was a folded up table and a large duffel bag.

"Is that what I think it is?" I sat up and looked at him unfolding the table in the roomiest part of the room, halfway between the large tub and the bed I was sitting upon.

"I'm not a professional or anything, but I've been learning for quite some time now." He looked back at me and smiled devilishly. "Been told I'm very good too, by the way."

I watched him curiously for the next few minutes as he laid a sheet over the table and then started retrieving small bottles of oil from the bag.

"Hmm, let's see..." he said holding up a bottle and looking over his shoulder at me. "Kukui nut?" I frowned and he quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Soothing Heat?" I smiled and raised my brows, but he just looked me up and down from head to toe before shaking his head again. He then rummaged through the bag a few moments and then I heard him sigh. "Patchouli Lime. You look like a Patchouli Lime to me."




Christmas Amongst Friends



"I do?" I asked with a laugh.

"Most definitely."

"But I kind of liked the sound of the heat one."

Gary turned toward me and held my hands while pulling me to my feet. "Don't worry about that. I have my own heat, Jules." I shivered when I heard him say that and turned away before he could see me turn a beet red. Instead of putting me on the table though, Gary led me over to the bathroom and gently pushed me inside. "We won't be in need of any clothes for this massage, Jules. But put a towel on if you're shy." 

He smiled and then closed the door in front of me, leaving me to my thoughts. My nervousness was quickly turning to excitement as I removed the thin straps to my gown and let it fall to the floor around my feet. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a forty-five year old woman that did not look too bad, except that little extra on my hips and thighs and tummy and... Oh never mind. 

I wanted this whole experience. I had been dreaming about it since we had come up with the idea a year before. He obviously wanted me as well, or he wouldn't be doing this now.

What the hell, I said to myself. And I walked right out of the bathroom just like that. 

Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone, but he faltered and his eyes widened when he saw me climb onto the massage table and lie down on my stomach before facing him. 

"Why don't you make that two hours instead," he said. He hung up the phone, clearly having placed an order with room service, and then came back over to where I lay while rolling up his sleeves. My God, even his forearms were sexy.

I turned my head and closed my eyes so that anything he did would be a complete and utter surprise. For his part, Gina's husband was silent as he prepared his hands with the sweet scent of patchouli with a hint of lime and then suddenly pressed his fingers against my back. 

He heard me inhale sharply and tense my muscles in surprise.

"Easy, Jules. This'll make it all better," he said in a throaty voice. 

I lost track of time as his fingers worked and pushed and kneaded the knots in my back. I hadn't even known they were there! He worked his way upward first, to my neck and shoulders, avoiding touching me in anyway that actually would have been perceived as sexual at all. I fought to remember the two times in my life I had spent the afternoon at a spa and received massages. Those were both women, very good at what they did mind you, but nothing compared to the strength and sensual touch that Gina's husband had.

I groaned, almost in pain when I felt his fingers pressing hard into the small of my back, pushing against the muscles there and forcing them to mend to his will. He stopped at my panties a few minutes later, having pressed as far down my spine as he could without actually touching the lacey things. I secretly imagined that he would rip my panties off and go to work kneading my soft, pliant ass, but was not all that disappointed when I felt his hands on my thighs instead.

I felt oil being drizzled down one leg and then the other, yet it also seemed his hands never left my skin for even a moment. They pushed against my right calf firmly; twisting in different directions and causing me to gasp in surprise. I received that treatment all up and down both legs, in both directions until at last I felt his strong hands taking my foot between then and rubbing firmly.

I could have fallen asleep had it not been that I was keenly aware of why I was there in that hotel room and whom I was with. When I felt the oil hit my back and his hands instantly upon me again, I felt myself losing it entirely. Gary repeated that long process again, no doubt spending another twenty minutes massaging my now useless muscles from head to toe. For a moment, just a moment mind you, I thought I felt his lips pressed against the sole of one foot as he massaged me, but when I opened my eyes and looked back at him awkwardly, he was simply smiling back at me warmly.

Gary pressed his hand softly on my back again and I felt his lips against my ear. "Let's turn over now. That side's all done, Jules."

I swallowed hard and turned over without even a protest, keeping my eyes closed as I lay my head back against the soft rest. I knew that Gary was able to see my bare breasts now and that thought alone made me squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. My pussy throbbed as I opened my eyes and saw Gina's husband just about to drizzle more oil on my body, this time over my soft midriff instead. He was trying not to look at my breasts, as if savoring the moment and teasing himself until the time was forced upon him. But he had a very seductive smile as he placed his hands on my stomach and started rubbing me all over again.

It was tormenting. I found myself arching my chest up at him whenever he moved close, but he always somehow avoided touching me there outright. I made a point of looking into his face whenever he came close enough and saw that same knowing smile the whole time. He knew very well what he was doing to me. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

He retreated suddenly to my legs and feet and continued the process there; kneading and twisting and pushing against my skin. I glanced down my body to see him looking into my eyes across not only my breasts but also my mound and it made me short of breath. 

This time when Gary moved back to my stomach again, he reached for the waist of my panties and slowly rolled them down my hips. I lifted for him, more than ready to reveal the rest of myself to his gaze. But then instead of massaging my pussy or sliding his fingers inside me he simply went back to the same maddening way of rubbing me everywhere but where I craved most.

He came back and stood beside me as he massaged my stomach and sides again, running his hands perilously close to my breasts which were just aching to be touched.

"Gary..." I finally whispered, not able to take much more.

He smiled down at me and hovered his hands over my breasts for a moment, as with some mystical magnetism he encouraged me to arch toward him. Then at last, I felt just the tips of his fingers drawing large circles all around my naked flesh there. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his fingers traced around the outside shape of my breasts and then, slowly, ever so slowly, the pattern began to shrink. It seemed to take forever for his fingers to reach the sensitive skin that surrounded my tight nipples. And when they finally did, he used only his palms to gently flatten them against my flesh. Gradually, his fingers on both hands enclosed around my nipples until at last, he had them captured between a finger and thumb firmly.

He squeezed. It was so sudden and I had been waiting so long for that moment that I came. My hand flew between my legs as I clamped my thighs tight and my body seemed to break into a million pieces.

Gary's lips were suddenly on top of mine; his mouth working slowly but forcefully over my own. I reached behind his head and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, surprised almost by the feel of his smooth shaven scalp. The realization that this was not my husband but Gina's husband made me insane for him.

But he only let me kiss for a minute at most. Gary pried his lips away from mine, causing me to whimper as I opened my eyes and saw him move to the end of the massage table and stand between my feet. I wantonly lifted one foot and placed it on the table, showing him how wet and ready I was for whatever he had planned.

And then, just like that, he was upon me.

Gary had sunk his face down between my legs and lifted them into the air so quickly that I was still catching my breath when the tip of his tongue first made contact with my moist flesh. I suddenly felt as if I were losing balance on that table and so I gripped the sides with both hands and lifted my face to look down at him.

It was different. So delightfully different after so many years with my husband. The sight of Gary's smooth head moving slowly between my legs and seeing those brown eyes looking into mine ... it was mind numbing! With shaking hands I reached down and placed them on his head, amazed at how warm and soft his skin was there. I was so used to pulling on Doug's hair when he did this that I felt suddenly lost, confused, delirious even. 

Gina's husband had me crying out in ardent surprise within just minutes of when he'd begun; so worked up he had me after that heavenly massage. I came and I came, and then I came some more; all the while holding on to Gary's ears or pushing on the top of his head to get that tongue of his deeper inside me.

He allowed me to recover my senses just enough so that when I felt him kissing my thighs and smiling up at me, I had enough sense to smile back and start breathing again! Without saying a word, Gary stood up straight and then just watched me while he undressed.

Seeing the last of his clothes fall to the floor I suddenly felt like a man in a hardware store. I didn't know where to look or what to go after first! Gary was hard and he was big. Not quite as big as my husband mind you, but very gorgeous. And unlike my husband who was also carrying a few extra pounds that year, Gary was fit. All I can say is ... Yum!

He gently helped me off the table, holding me up steady as my muscles felt so stunned from the treatment over the last hour or so. And then, he led me over to the bed. 

With one swift motion, still keeping one arm around me to hold me up, he reached down and threw the covers down enough for us to climb in. There was no more waiting, no more hesitation, no more teasing after that moment. My friend's husband was inside me moments after I'd spread my legs and felt him climb on top of me.

Oh my God, it was incredible! I can hardly describe the feelings coursing through my body as Gary made love to me, barely giving me time to get used to him on top of me before he set a gentle and steady pace. In and out, back and forth he sliced his way between my swollen lips and made me cry out in sweet surprise. We stared into each other's eyes at first, both of us fully aware that we were making love to someone other than our spouse for the first time in many, many years.

I pulled his head down and kissed him then, unable to tolerate that intense stare a moment longer. And Gary responded by thrusting into me at a more vigorous pace. Another small orgasm exploded through me again, surprising me with its brief intensity. But he didn't stop. He just kept working himself in and out, using his length in such a way that he felt so much bigger than he was.

When I felt his mouth on the side of my neck, marking me, I gasped and arched against him. I knew that Doug would surely see that spot tomorrow and the thought both frightened and excited me like no other! I came again; my pussy oozing its warmth around Gina's husband.

During the midst of crying out and climaxing, I felt Gary's teeth suddenly scraping over my nipple. I pulled him hard against me, shoving my breast into his mouth as I ground my hips against him. He sucked and chewed for a few moments and then went to my other one instead. My eyelids fluttered and I felt myself growing delirious from the constant pleasure overwhelming my senses. 

It felt suddenly like the world had turned upside down, but when I focused on what had happened, I found that my legs had simply been thrown over Gary's shoulders, allowing him to take long deep strides inside my pussy. He felt huge in this position; reaching the depths of my hot flesh. He made love to me like that for the longest time; at times almost bending my body in two as he leaned forward to cover my mouth with his. We kissed and moaned as he pushed his entire weight against me; attempting to reach as far as he could inside me. And then he would pull away, gasping and looking down at me with such intense passion in his eyes. I reached up and ran my hands over his face and his shaved scalp, shuddering at this man that was bringing me to the brink yet again. I lowered my eyes and saw his muscles in his flat stomach and well defined chest flexing and tensing with every thrust. And then lower still, in that bent-double position, I could clearly see the cock that belonged to Gina disappearing between my legs over and over again.

Gary changed positions as his need was at last overtaking him; letting my right leg fall to the bed so that I could hook it around his hip, while the other he kept firmly on his shoulder and pounded into me. I heard myself moan and snaked my arms around his back, pulling him down closer and kissing him hard. My left leg was still in the air, pressed against his shoulder, perilously close to slipping off completely. But Gary didn't seem to care. He just kept groaning and then the occasional gasp that I was incredible and beautiful and all those other things I love to hear. 

I know that it wasn't simply him being that good. It was more the taboo nature of what I was doing with my friend's husband with her permission; and this man being so different yet so giving in bed, just like my own husband. He had no problem at all just ripping my orgasms right out of me it seemed. And the longer he lasted, the more I came.

I was absolutely useless by the time he was finished. He at last flattened his body against me and released my leg; his cock jerking and pumping deep inside me, triggering yet another climax for me. I let my arms and legs flop on the bed loosely, too exhausted to even move. He kissed me then and whispered things that made me almost believe him. But then our bodies slowed to a crawl and finally I simply felt him inside me, hard and throbbing, and I fought to look up into his eyes.

"Jules," he groaned softly in my ear, his heart pounding against my chest. "That was everything I dreamed it would be."

I smiled weakly, too worn out to even talk. I kissed him instead and squeezed him tight inside me, letting him know I felt the same. I felt his lips at my ear again, nibbling there suggestively.

"Merry Christmas, Jules. And thank you for my present..."

I laughed at this. Him, thanking me like that. And I kissed him again. And amidst that kiss I found myself thinking of the weeks that had led up to that moment, and how this had indeed been everything I'd dreamed it to be. Spencer or not! 

As I thought of what my husband might be doing at that very moment and wanting to see him enjoy himself like his wife just had, a realization came to me.

"Shit!" I groaned and looked up at Gary with heavy eyes. "We forgot to tape ourselves!"

Gary just smiled and pressed his lips against my nose. "No we didn't. That was just a warm up, Jules. Just a warm up."

****

I hate to admit it, but this Christmas amongst Friends really ends up feeling more like a honeymoon than Christmas! We made love too many times to count and I came probably ten times more than that. We took two long showers together and a bath where we sat across from each other and discussed in great detail what our spouses might be doing - and with whom. We called room service a half dozen times, and we just enjoyed sharing moments between friends and now lovers that only the two of us could every truly understand.

And when we parted the next morning, there was no shame in what we had done; no guilt and no worries about hurt loved ones waiting outside. It was everything we'd dreamed it could be.

Doug was already there when I walked in the door and the two of us just hugged in the doorway for the longest time. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again; to smell him, to be so safe, so secure, just knowing I was "home." He did notice my mark, and then being the husband I knew so well, he lifted his shirt to show me the ones on his chest as well. And so for the next few minutes we shared as much as we dared to tell and showed us much as we were ready to reveal.

And that night, despite that I was sore and exhausted and satisfied beyond compare, I made love to my husband. No friends names, no thoughts of Gary and the hours before. Just me and my Everyday Love.

The next morning before breakfast I asked if he had been disappointed, or had his dream come true. Doug looked at me for a moment and then I saw that sly grin that I'd become so accustomed to over the years.

"You got Gina, didn't you? You dog, you!" I laughed.

"I never said that," he smiled back.

"You don't need to. I can see that look on your face. You haven't looked like that since... I can't remember!"

"If we are going by that, then I take it you got your big cock from Spence too..."

"I am not telling!" I giggled, slapping his hand away from my ass as I stood at the stove. I spun around and looked at him with crossed arms, still holding the spatula. "Just one thing, Darling Husband of mine ... Was it as tight as you thought it would be?"

Doug just laughed and refused to answer at first, but seeing that I was not backing down, and ready to burn our eggs he relented. To a point.

"Actually, it might have been tighter."

"Oh you, pig!" I said, laughing and throwing the roll of paper towels at his head.

That is how the week went. We laughed and we teased. And we went back to our lives, back to work, back to every day ups and downs. But at night ... Oh my! We had the most passionate sex I could remember in years! I am sure both of us were having flashbacks to Christmas Day, and would make little comments to get the other one going for a few minutes at a time. But mostly it was just us reconnecting on a level we never could have, had we not experienced what we had amongst friends.

For New Year's Eve we met at Gina and Gary's house. When I saw them, both of them, the thought occurred to me that if Doug had in fact been with Gina, then we had essentially just swapped our spouses for a night of spectacular sex. There hadn't even been the need for this elaborate "present" thing at all. Both of them greeted me and Doug just like normal when we came through the door and made no sign to the others that we were the ones they had spent Christmas with. It was actually rather fun, everyone sitting around having drinks and eating snacks while keeping our little secrets from each other until the night ran down.

It got to the point though, when the looks that everyone was exchanging all told the same thing. We were anxious to get the real party started. Leave it to Gina to break the ice again and get things moving.

"So who here hasn't been having mind blowing sex for the past six days?"

Everyone burst out laughing as we all looked at our spouses and then the others. Apparently, the effect from that last weekend was not unique to Doug and me.

"I say we go get those tapes and get down to business!" she added. 

She didn't even wait for us to agree, she was already heading to the cabinet in the corner and pulling out a tape. The fact that she only pulled out one and handed it to Gary told me that the tape my husband had been keeping was certainly the two of them now. (All of us had been instructed to bring a cheap camcorder on that day, but only one in the "couple" was required to make a tape once we got to the room.)

The others retrieved their tapes -- Doug demurely retrieving his tape from my purse by the front door -- and then we all made our way downstairs to the media room. We were more cramped here; four of us crowding onto the couch and the other two couples sitting on large pillows on the floor.

"Who's going first?" Karen asked. No one spoke up, yet everyone tried their best not to look in any way anxious or excited.

"Well, since I don't have our tape, Gary can go first!" Gina said. She reached for her husband's tape, much to my horror, and I squeezed Doug's hand like a vice. 




Christmas Amongst Friends



I felt him looking at me, but I am sure he simply thought it was me getting excited about what we were about to watch.

"Now, remember, no one get bent out of shape over this. If any of us do, I think it would be best to just turn the tape off and never do this Christmas thing ever again," Karen said from beside me in the center of the couch. "And I really don't want that to happen, so please just take a chill all!"

There was bit of nervous laughter all around, while I tried to catch my breath. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, but having never watched Doug and I having sex on tape, I was afraid of everything I might see! I didn't even look at Gary; too afraid that he would be looking at me already and make me more embarrassed than I already was.

The tape came on abruptly and there was Gary positioning the camera, completely nude, although you could only see his bare chest at the moment. The other girls, including Gina, all groaned at seeing his abs at the side as the screen focused on the bed after a few moments. I remembered how I had been in the bathroom and out of shot at the time. It was only after I had crawled across the bed on all fours, very lewdly that he had told me it was on. This is precisely the scene that popped into view right after Gary had quickly hid himself under the sheets.

"Oh my God! Julie!" I heard my name coming from all directions and a couple of our friends cheered and whistled at my display. I sank into the couch and held my hand over my face as I turned a fire red. I felt Doug poking me in the side and trying to get me to look at him, and I reluctantly did, seeing a delighted look of surprise on his face.

"You fooled me good, Baby!" he whispered, as everyone else's attention became riveted to the screen.

I won't go into detail as you know what kind of lover Gary was to me. I will say that he quickly made me forget all about the camera being on by going down on me again, with his firm ass in clear view of the lens, much to the delight of the Girls. I tried to bury my face in Doug's chest, but he kept making comments that made me want to glance at the screen. 

God, I felt so fat. Comments were made about how sexy I was and how sexy he was, and how hot we were together; but I still felt fat. And just as I thought I could maybe get through this, as the minutes passed by, Gary had to open his big mouth and look at Doug.

"Did you know she could get into a position like that, Man?" Everyone burst out laughing as they watched my legs spread into a wide V and my hands grabbing the headboard as Gary leaned forward and fucked me with wild abandon. The look on my face was disgustingly raunchy as I grunted and moaned with every thrust. But at least so did Gary. I hadn't realized how much noise he actually made too until we watched that tape.

Needless to say, it got rather quiet as the others watched what we did over the next 30 minutes or so. There was much more we recorded of course and Gary wanted to fast-forward to the "really good parts," but thankfully Dana put a stop to it by grabbing the remote from him and tossing it to me instead while laughing. I quickly turned it off, much to the group's dismay.

Encouraged now, Karen got up and put her tape in instead. She returned to her spot between me and Spencer and leaned back into him as he wrapped an around her and watched what came onto the screen.

"Phil!" everyone called out immediately and whistled, seeing him stretched out on the bed wearing nothing but his glasses.

I bit my lip and smiled, gripping Doug's knee, as I saw how hard and big Dana's husband was. Phil just laid there with a grin as he watched Karen remove her sexy bra and panties and crawl on the bed towards him. She reached up and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand beside them and then they shared a long, deep kiss while she remained on her hands and knees in front of him. 

"God, my ass is huge!" she whimpered, and all of us immediately denied it. She was in fact very sexy and shaped much like me, only her breasts were considerably larger.

Next, we were treated to Karen giving Dana's husband one hellacious blowjob over the next fifteen minutes or so -- her ass sticking almost straight at the camera. That girl took her time bobbing and licking and chewing on his balls. I glanced at Doug and saw he was staring at the screen with lust in his eyes. He had never liked me chewing on him there as it didn't do much for him he said. But he sure liked the sight of Phil's balls being sucked into Karen's mouth!

The guys groaned in disappointment when Karen stopped her sucking and instead straddled Dana's husband; all except Phil who was just watching the screen with a shy grin on his face. At the moment, Dana and Phil were on the floor and she was sitting between her husband's legs almost right in front of Spence and Karen on the couch. I could see Dana running her hands sensually along Phil's legs as she leaned her head back against him and watched the TV.

For the next 20 minutes, we watched Karen ride Phil. She was a moaner, just like me, especially when he started grabbing her ass and bringing her down on him harder. I knew Phil was big from discussions over the years with Dana, who was actually my best friend of the group being that we were a lot alike. But I was still not expecting to see him that big, as Karen rode up and down on him frantically. It made me see him in an entirely different light, that's for sure.

On the screen, Phil moved his hands to her large breasts and brought them one at a time to his mouth, chewing on them and sucking while Karen rode that big cock of his. Karen was fidgeting beside me and she grabbed my hand after about ten minutes of this and whispered, "There I go..."

I looked at the screen and saw Karen tilt her head back and cry out that she was coming. Someone in the room clapped, but everyone else hushed them as we listened to Karen mewling atop Dana's husband. 

Phil quickly rolled them over so that she was on her back and he started fucking her hard and fast. Karen had her arms and legs wrapped around him tight, digging her fingers into his ass. I felt myself getting wet just watching, remembering being with both Gary and my husband in that very same position within the past week now.

After a few minutes, Karen was clearly whispering over and over in Phil's ear on the screen, and someone said to turn it up.

"What are you saying, Karen?" Gina asked from beside her husband. 

"Yea, that's a lot of talking, Girlfriend," I teased, squeezing Karen's hand.

Beside me, Karen ignored our inquiries with a sly grin and casually reached out her bare foot with dark painted toes, to stroke Phil's leg which was right in front of her.

"Yea, Phil, what was I saying?"

We looked at Phil, who just kept watching and grinning, sharing only a momentary glance at the woman that had been his present on Christmas Day. Sudden frantic movements on the screen brought us all back to that instead; and just in time to see Phil pull out of Karen's pussy and stand up between her legs. Karen sat up in the bed immediately, looking up at Phil with lust crazed her eyes. She grabbed his balls and started massaging them as he stood over her stroking the end of his cock. 

"That's right! Do it! Come all over me!" She hissed. We all heard it clearly that time.

"Holy shit!" Doug whispered beside me.

All of us let out a collective gasp as we watched Phil groan and unload his spewing cock all over Karen's breasts and neck and tummy. She just leaned back and tilted her head to watch him with a huge satisfied grin, as shot after shot of hot white cum landed on her skin. You couldn't see the look on his face from that angle, but I am sure it was as lust-filled as Karen's looking up at him. Especially when she took her hand and rubbed it all over her breasts - spreading his warm cum everywhere. She then proceeded to suck her "present" clean.

"I had no idea you were such a little Hoe!" Gina laughed, as Karen got up and took the tape out with a smug grin. Karen winked at Phil and then sat down between me and her husband without saying even a word.

We were all rather quiet for a moment as we shared looks with each other and of course our spouses. Spence was the first to move, getting up from the couch and taking his tape over to the TV.

"And speaking of 'Hoe's'," he said with a smile.

"Hey! I'll remember that!" Gina said.

I did hear what they had just said, but it didn't register until the tape turned on and I saw Gina in the center of a huge shower. My husband had deceived me as well! I looked at Doug and slapped his leg.

"You Dog!" I said under my breath. He just shrugged and pointed to the screen for us to enjoy the show while it lasted. 

We watched Spencer and Gina in the shower, her long hair tied back in a pony tail and her thin athletic body pressed against him as they washed each other very thoroughly.

"You two just had to be different, didn't you?" Dana said. But Gina just stuck out her tongue and laughed.

It was very, very erotic watching the two of them in that water. Gina was always more tanned than the rest of us, and Spence while not as athletic as Gary, was still in awesome shape for a man who had just turned forty six at the time. And then of course what he carried between his legs was no disappointment either! 

I finally got to confirm what both Karen and my husband had both told me about him over the years. Frankly, I thought that Phil was just as nice, and Doug was not that far behind. But Gina obviously was loving every second of it. She hadn't taken her little hands from around his shaft from the moment he stepped in there with her.

It was a huge snail shower that they were in, with a bench on one side. They must have set the camera up on a chair right at the entrance of the shower. I couldn't help but get excited as I watched Karen's husband get down on his knees in front of Gina and go down on her as she propped one foot on that long bench. She held his head there with one hand and braced against the wall with her other; and all the while steam and hot water was all around them.

Gina had this devilish open mouthed grin as she looked down and watched Spence eating her pussy and chewing on her clit. And as I glanced over at her on the floor to our left, she was biting her thumb and squeezing Gary's crotch while she watched the screen. They looked at each other and shared a quick sloppy kiss; and she just wrinkled her nose and grinned at me when she saw me looking at them.

On the screen, Spence had clearly made her come, as she was going weak in the knees with her eyes closed tight. Spencer stood up and Gina sank to her knees in front of him. With a drunken expression she moved her face under the tip of his hard dangling cock and started sucking without using any hands at all. A little expert she was, apparently.

We watched as she proceeded to take Karen's husband all the way to the back of her throat, taking the time once there to show all of us that this was a simple task for her. She even took him out of her mouth and then blew a kiss at the camera once before going back to work on him. We all playfully chastised her for that, but also secretly wished we had thought of it as well, I think. 

Gina had Spencer leaning against the wall with both hands while humping his hips against her face as she devoured every inch of him. Her hands she kept on his thighs or ass, or even held behind her back in a very submissive manner. We all assumed she was going to have him come in her mouth, but then Spence pulled her to her feet suddenly and sat down on the bench. With hands around her tiny waist, he quickly positioned her over his cock with her back facing him. Gina laughed and reached between their legs, holding him straight as she lowered herself onto his lap.

The sounds they made in that shower almost seemed like they were in the room with us, they echoed so loudly. Gina cried out and moaned and so did Spence as she lifted her ass off his crotch and slammed downward again and again. Even the sounds of their wet bodies smacking together could be heard over the noise of the shower. We watched them like that for about 20 minutes, until the picture starting getting too foggy from the steam.

But just before we could see nothing at all, we saw Gina lean back and press her back against his chest and wiggle her hips front and back furiously. She reached back and grabbed his head just as the picture went completely gray, and for the next couple of minutes we all sat in silence and listened to the sounds of Gina and Spence grunting and moaning and kissing noisily until they finally came.

"Jesus..." more than one of us said at the same time.

We sat there for a minute just listening to the sounds of the shower and their hushed voices before Spencer got up and took the tape out, leaving the room deathly silent. 

I took a few more seconds, but one by one we all turned to look at Doug and Dana, who were clearly the only ones left for this Christmas.

"Go ahead, Dear," I said. "Let's see you top that!"

Everyone laughed, except for Dana who started to turn red, just like I had in the beginning.

"Sure no one wants to take a break or get another drink or something before we begin?" Doug said, positioned to push the tape in.

"Oh just put the tape in!" we all yelled.

Doug did that and then came back to sit beside me as the screen came alive.

I watched as my husband walked away from the camera and climbed into the bed where my best friend, Dana was already lying seductively. They shared a series of long kisses, both glancing at the camera from time to time and both whispering and laughing softly in each other's ears. 

I glanced at Dana on the floor and saw Phil holding her tight, kissing the side of her face as they watched the screen. She was gripping his legs so hard her knuckles were turning white. I leaned into Doug and felt him stiff at first, but relax a little when I lifted his arm and placed it around my neck. And then I just watched the display on the screen.

They took their time, by far the most slow and sensual of the group so far. It was funny. With the other couples you could tell right from the onset who was in control, but with Doug and Dana, the line was not so clearly drawn. Before I had time to contemplate this though, Dana was climbing up beside my husband to the head of the bed, where ultimately she swung one leg over and straddled his face while looking at the wall.

I felt my panties moisten considerably as I saw my husband bring her pussy closer to his face so that he could taste her completely. I watched his cock jerking every so often; so hard and ready for whatever they planned to do next. Dana was very small, not skinny like Gina, but petite and with the same problem areas as Karen and I. But she was very, very sexy. It seemed strange watching her like that with my husband, having spent so many years sharing timeshares at the beach and meeting for the movies every other week.

She stayed astride my husband's face for the longest time, almost forcing him to make her come. When she did, she arched her back and tossed her head back as she gripped the headboard and ground her hips against his face. Doug helped her down beside him and he held her in his arms for a minute -- long enough for someone to ask if that was it. But as soon as they'd said it, Dana sat up and kissed my husband, tasting herself on his lips, before reaching over to the nightstand.

When she came back we all saw that she had a small tube in her hands. I gripped Doug's knee very hard when I watched her squeeze the tube on her hand and then very neatly place it back onto the nightstand. She then proceeded to stroke Doug's hard cock and get him nice and slick as she looked into his eyes and whispered to him softly. They laughed and kissed and after about a minute of her massaging his balls with one hand and twisting his cock with the other, she got to her hands and knees and pointed her rear right at the camera. She then reached back and slid the tip of one slender finger around the puckered center of her ass.

I had been watching her, not my husband on screen, but now I saw that he had picked up the tube again and was kneeling beside her. He put more of the stuff on his fingers and dropped the tube to the bed, before very slowly sliding his fingers one at a time inside Dana's ass. She tilted her ass for his hand willingly as he twisted his fingers inside her; she tilted so much that you could see the tips of her breasts dangling beneath her in the space between her legs. With his other hand he was sliding another two fingers inside her pussy and twisting them as well. He continued doing this until it seemed she was on the verge of coming again, and then he abruptly pulled his hands away.

I knew very well what was coming next, yet I still held my breath when I saw my husband kneel behind my best friend and slowly, very slowly slide his hard cock inside her. 

I don't think anyone in the room took their eyes off that screen as we watched the two of them making love -- not fucking -- but making love like that. Because of the angle, all we could see was Doug's ass behind her and her small legs and feet on the outside of his. 

But it was hot; I can tell you that much. Doug had his hand's gripping her waist as he slowly pushed and pulled within her ass. Dana would cry out or moan deep in her throat every time he seemed to press himself flat against her from behind. They made love like that for a long time until we saw Dana pushing herself back against him and grunting as she timed her rocking with my husband's thrusts. 

We would catch glimpses of her fingers rubbing her clit or reaching further back and grabbing at his balls which were now making a slight smacking sound against her pussy with every forward motion. The tempo just increased as the two of them met each other now even faster, both of them breathing in gasps.

"Oh God ... I'm coming!" Dana cried, but it sounded more like a harsh whisper than something said aloud.

I felt my own pussy clench suddenly, and I silently cursed as I felt the familiar sensation of a small orgasm rippling through my body. Doug knew it from the way I dug my nails into his thigh and so he squeezed me tighter against him and kissed my face as I watched the screen with heavy eyes.

I had expected my husband to come inside her when she did, but he didn't -- the pig! He made me proud and just kept sliding his hard cock inside her ass gently but persistently; a nice rhythm he had found that he was not about to give up easily. He lasted another ten minutes and in that time I counted three orgasms for Dana, although Gina insisted that it was certainly four. Dana refused to answer any questions and just hid behind her husband's arms, while looking furtively at Doug and me from time to time.

Whether it was three or four, it was too much for my Dear Husband to last a moment longer. There was yet another collective sigh when we heard Doug cursing as he slammed his hips against Dana's ass one final time and emptied himself inside her. They stayed joined like that for some time, eventually ending in her laying flat on her stomach with my husband's big cock still inside her ass. They kissed and laughed and then he slowly pulled out. After which, he hurried over to turn off the camera.

And so, that is how our first Christmas was spent amongst friends. 

The sexual tension in the room after the last video was turned off was almost unbearable. If there were any time in my life when I would have been willing to participate in an orgy then that would have been it hands down. But, we all had other things on our mind. 

After quickly destroying the tapes by yanking the film out and cutting the long ribbon with scissors (amongst laughing from us Girls and much pleading from the Guys), we all said goodnight and headed home not long after the New Year had rung in. And then, we all made love like there was no tomorrow. Or at least Doug and I did, and I assume the others did as well.