10 comments/ 38095 views/ 2 favorites We Wish You a Lusty Christmas By: LustyLovers What in the world had she gotten herself into? Becky had warned her that this was going to be a "special" Christmas party, but Leslie Chandler didn't really know what to expect. From the sudden sexual tension in the room, she was afraid she knew where things might be heading. She wasn't sure if she should stay seated or run. When she'd received her invitation via email a couple of weeks ago she'd kind of blew it off, thinking there was no way she'd be able to attend. Her online friends lived a little over a hundred miles away outside a small "blink and you'll miss it" town. Leslie was very nervous about going that far away on her own, especially since she'd never met her friends face to face, or even knew what they looked like. She sent an email stating that she wasn't sure about attending. Bob had emailed her back telling her that some of the guests would be staying the night and that she was certainly invited to do the same. They hoped Leslie would make it. She'd met Bob & Becky online three years earlier when she'd discovered a website for Erotic Stories and Audio's. One of the authors, a couple named "LustyLovers" had written some stuff that just blew her mind away. She'd sent them a feedback telling them how much she liked their story. They'd replied back and an online friendship had begun. But still, how well could you really trust someone you'd never actually met? She'd started going to the website because it fortified her sensual side; she had no idea she'd meet and make friends. She wasn't an author herself, just an avid fan of erotica. Over the past three years she'd gotten to know the couple as well as she could, emailing each other back and forth. And maybe, just maybe even a little better by listening to their sexy audio recordings. They were hot, and always had her looking forward to a date with her vibrator. Leslie had never known anyone like them; their sexual freedom of expression with each other was amazing. They could say anything, do anything with, and for, each other, there really seemed to be no boundaries. How totally wonderful would it be, to find someone to have that kind of open relationship with? It had taken Leslie a full week to make up her mind to go to the party. What made it really tempting was her curiosity in finding out what the couple behind the sexy stories and audios looked like. Plus, to sweeten the pot, Becky had told her that only people from the story site were invited, most of them were authors. She'd also hinted that a few were some of Leslie's favorites. How could she not go? She'd left a message for the couple that she would be there, and would take them up on the offer to stay the night. Sunny skies and a cool crisp winter day had accompanied her on the almost two hour long drive across Georgia's rural back roads. There hadn't been a lot of traffic, so it had turned out to be a lot nicer trip than she'd imagined it would be. Following Bob's precise directions she'd made it to their house right on time. Pulling up the long gravel drive Leslie had to admit to herself that living out in the country like this must be really nice. She hadn't seen another house for at least two miles. The peacefulness she'd felt for the past hour had definitely been a change from the big city hustle and bustle she had to live with everyday. The house had turned out to be a nice sized two story red brick with a large unfenced yard decorated for the season. There were already numerous cars parked off the side of the driveway on a strip of concrete, leaving the lane free. Leslie had parked beside a large white SUV. She could hear music and laughter coming from the inside of the house. She hated first meetings. Stepping out into the yard the nerves in her stomach clinched and she hoped she wasn't making a big mistake. It was starting to get dusky, and the air was cooling down. She'd chosen an elfish costume that looked like Peter Pan's tinkerbell, ponytail and all. The exception being that her hair was a natural auburn, and her eyes a beautiful violet-hued blue. Taking a deep breath she had walked up to the door and knocked. Now, two and a half hours later, all the guests were situated on big fluffy beanbags arranged back in a semi circle around a massive big screened television. Bob and Becky stood in the middle of the room between them and the TV, holding hands and looking very, very naughty. Something was definitely up. Becky had told her that this would be a Christmas party she'd never forget and something told Leslie that this was the never forget part. She hoped she was up for it, and she prayed she hadn't gotten herself into a situation she would later regret. * * * * * Becky squeezed Bob's hand gently then turned to look at him; he winked at her and smiled. She was so excited she was actually trembling. He looked so good in his scant sexy Santa outfit that she wanted to lean over, rip off the red velvet draped across his beautiful strong chest, and attack his nipples. She was a chest and balls girl; a nice strong chest made her weak in the knees, and a beautiful set of balls hanging from a nice hard cock made her mouth water and her tongue long to start bestowing upon them nice warm silky strokes. Fortunately for her, Bob had both. A lot of men didn't realize that the set of balls you had made the difference between an acceptable cock, and a "get your ass over here and let me suck the shit out of you" cock. They had been planning this party for months. It was a wild idea that Bob had cooked up, and Becky thought it was great. They'd been wanting to meet some of these people for years. Feeling a kinship with them, their friends liked sex, accepted it, and seven out of the eight they'd invited even wrote about it in hot. sensuous detail. This had been a bold and daring decision on their parts; it could backfire and lose them friends, or go as planned and be one hell of a good time. There was an ulterior motive as well. LustyLovers were match making. Knowing what the other was thinking, Becky looked at Leslie who was sitting tensely looking up at her. Their friend looked beautiful and sexy in the sea blue elfin costume she'd chosen. Bob looked at Ross Herrington, dressed as the Ghost of Christmas past in a large black cowl. His intense blue eyes watched Bob and Becky from behind a skeleton half mask. Bob nodded to him slightly, it was time. * * * * * Ross had been privy to these particular plans for almost two weeks. He considered Bob & Becky to be two of his best friends. They had taken turns visiting each other a couple times annually since meeting on-line three years ago. Some people you just hit it off with, and they had since their first meeting out on the forum boards. He'd asked for a critique of some of his work and they'd been the only ones who he felt had shown any honesty at all. They'd ended up trading their stories off to each other to be looked over for any flaws that biased eyes might not see. It was a good arrangement, and it had helped improve his writing style so much that a publishing house had picked him up; his first book was due out around Christmas. It was an erotic thriller that he'd been working on diligently for the past year. It looked as if his professional life was finally getting into order. Now it was time to work on his personal life. That was where this party would come in, he hoped. Ross loved watching the sexy married couple interact. They had what most people only dreamed about, and what he most definitely wanted. True love, devotion mingled with respect, commitment, and the perfect love life. Their sexuality was open, and shockingly honest, and he couldn't wait to see them together. He'd read their stories and even listened to them making love through their audio postings, all that was left was actually seeing. Ross was a voyeur and freely admitted it. He spent hours on web cam sites watching people interact with themselves and others. He didn't consider himself a pervert, as he strongly believed that sexuality was a beautiful thing. "If God didn't want us to watch he wouldn't have given us eyes" was Ross's perspective. Tonight Ross hoped he'd meet the woman of his dreams. Becky insisted that another online friend that they had was perfect for him. She'd figured her out, or so she said. Bob insisted that Becky had a second sense about things like this. She could read people like books, and had figured out that Leslie Chandler was a closet exhibitionist who dreamed of breaking free, even if she herself hadn't realized it yet. When asked what she looked like, Becky had shook her head, smiled and said, who cares, it's what's inside that really counts. Ross hadn't been so sure he really believed that, but it hadn't mattered anyway, Leslie was a beauty. Not beautiful in the runway model sense, but definitely an eye catcher. Getting to the party first, Ross had been waiting and watching every guest as they arrived. When a small breasted, lithe, elf, although she looked more like a fairy to him, walked in introducing herself as Leslie he'd caught Bob's eye and winked. He liked what he saw. Reddish colored hair had always stoked his cock to full attention, and he loved the athletic type. She looked scared and kind of helpless, and he found that he liked that about her too. Trying not to stare, he'd wandered around for the past couple of hours making small talk, getting to know the other authors. It was fun finally seeing some of the people behind the stories he read through almost daily. He had yet to approach Leslie though, because she had spent almost all of her time with Becky. He wasn't sure if she was just nervous, or if Becky was keeping her from the three other men who had been sliding her interested glances. Finally Bob led every one into the living room and the show was getting ready to start. Ross was already fully aroused knowing what was coming. He smiled slightly at Bob's nod. "Okay everyone; it's time to liven this party up a little. Bob and I have come up with a special Christmas game that we hope everyone here will participate in." Leslie watched Becky turn and gently tug her hand loose from her smiling Santa. Their eyes met and she reached over and casually licked a nipple before turning back to face everyone. "I doubt anyone will be surprised to hear that it's going to be done LustyLovers style," She continued. Around the room the various garbed quests chuckled and leaned forward, eager to see what their mischievous host would say next. "Bob and I got the idea from playing truth or dare. As most of you in this room already know, we play that online a lot." Becky grinned wickedly as she finished that statement, reached over and caressed the bulge that had formed in Bob's red velvet shorts. They'd had a very interesting audio done at one of their play sessions that had sparked a lot of interest and speculation about how far they really went. Her smile said it all. Looking around, Leslie wasn't all that surprised to see excited expectation on almost everyone's faces. It seemed that this was what they had been looking forward to. She even felt her own blood pressure rising. When she accepted the invitation Leslie knew deep down that there was no way the sexily notorious LustyLovers would have just any old party. Not going to happen, they were too sexually inclined to not let it all hang out, and they loved and enjoyed each other a lot. Several times a day or more she figured. Bob reached down keeping Becky's hand tight against him, placing his fingers over hers. Just looking at the couple was an experience; you could see the mutual love and desire they shared. She snuggled back closer to him as she continued speaking. "Christmas is one of my favorite holidays. I love the parties and gaiety, the lights, music, sex under the Christmas tree." She winked and smiled as she said it. "But Truth or Dare isn't a Christmas type game, so we've changed it to accommodate the occasion. Our game is called "Naughty or Nice" She laughed low in her throat before going on. "The object of the game is to pick either Nice, which will get you one of those gorgeously wrapped gifts you see under my beautiful tree in the corner. Or, you choose Naughty and at that time you will adjourn to our guest room where you will give all of us a present by doing exactly what Bob and I tell you to do." There were a few gasps, but mostly just excited whispers and small laughs as everyone shifted around on their beanbags in lusty glee knowing the fun was getting ready to begin. Gesturing to Bob with her free hand he took the hint and left off where she'd stopped. "Okay here's the deal". Walking over to the television set Bob turned it on. A bedroom with a big four poster bed came into view. "Here's the guest room, everyone will be able to see and hear everything that happens in there. In addition, whoever is in that bedroom can also hear us out here, very loud and clear. I want to make it very precise to everyone that if you pick "Naughty" you will be asked to do some very sexually explicit things for us. Oh, and did we mention that WE are going to pick pairs?" He grinned like the devil himself as he said it. "As you can see, we very carefully selected out guest list tonight. Four horny males, and four very sexy females. Anybody got any questions?" "Yeah," said a very busty blond dressed in a red and white striped body suit and leotard. "Are you two playing Naughty or Nice too? Or are you just going to moderate?" "Now Wanda," purred Becky. "Do you think that I'm really going to let you guys have all the fun?" She pouted for a second before cupping her breasts and squeezing them. "These ladies would never forgive me." Everyone laughed. "Does that mean that one of us "four horny males" get a go at you Becky?" That was said by a tall slender man dressed up as a present, wearing nothing but a big silver bow tied around his neck and silver skinz boxers. Coming up behind her, Bob replaced her hands with his, and grinned good naturedly. "Sorry Joe, you know the rules, no one touches these babies but me." It was common knowledge that LustyLovers, for all their sexual gallivanting, were committed totally to each other. They didn't sleep around, cyber or otherwise, with anyone but themselves. Joe looked disappointed. "Well hell, I had to try." "Ummm, Becky, what if a lady was to be, you know um, not trying to ruin the mood or anything but ah... that time of the month is calling." That was Lady Cleopatra. She was notorious for her BDSM writings, and was just known as Cleo. She'd dressed not surprisingly as her name sake. It was supposed to be a Christmas theme but no one really minded. "Cleo honey, you and I both know that hole ain't the only one!" Cleo threw back her head and laughed loudly at Becky's saucy comeback. "Baby, with a gorgeous mouth like that on my dick, who'd need a pussy anyway?" Looking to the naughty Grinch beside her Cleo perused him up and down. He grinned at her, leering, but with a definite twinkle in his eye. She smiled. "Alan your very lucky I didn't bring my asp with me tonight." Leslie was feeling a little better now, the mood was so casual, comfortable even for what they were all planning on doing. She felt pulled, compelled to break out of this persona she'd created for herself, she'd always been "the good girl." A virgin till she was twenty-four, she'd had the total of two lovers now at the age of twenty eight. The website she shared with all these people was the only place she felt comfortable in. She enjoyed the forums, and loved the stories, masturbated endlessly to some of the better ones. She hadn't made love with anyone for over two years. It was hard always trying to live up to everyone else's expectations of what she should be. On the website she was just Eve's Apple, a girl who loved to read Erotica. No one expected her to be the good one, the perfect one. Sometimes her life was just a daunting task being the daughter of a famous politician. She was relieved that no one here tonight had recognized her. And she certainly would never tell. "How about we pick our own partner?" Nora, a slightly overweight reindeer looked to be the youngest in the group. She had her shiny black hair up in pigtails and looked sixteen, although she was really twenty three. She was ogling Ross, who reached over and pulled her pigtail. She giggled; they were friends out on the forum, but had met for the first time face to face this evening. He thought she was cute, but she wasn't really his type. He did like her writing though. They were deep and dark, erotic horror; which was his second love after thrillers. "Nope, sorry Nora, I've already got your partner picked out." Nora fake pouted and sat back. "Are we allowed to touch ourselves or our selected partners while we're watching our gifts?" Bob looked thoughtful for a second as he considered the question asked by Dragonsbreath. No one knew his real name, he just told everyone to call him Drac. He was dressed up like a Christmas tree wearing a green sweat suit with little ornaments dangling everywhere. "What do you think babe?" Becky shook her head no. "Nah... Let's make them wait till it's their turn. That might be to distracting for some of us." She looked right at Ross who smiled charmingly and shrugged. After waiting a few minutes to see if anyone else would speak up Becky took center stage again. "Well then... Since we would never ask a guest to do anything we aren't willing to do. Bob and I will go first. And of course we'll pick Naughty. Ross? Would you be so kind as to direct us?" The sexual tension quadrupled in the room. Ross stood up. He was excited; in the planning of this the question had never come up as to what he would direct them to do. It was his choice, Becky and Bob wanted the surprise factor. It put an extra edge to it. "So. Do I start now or wait till you get to the room?" Bob laughed. He knew Ross was a very intense sexual being. This was going to fun. He answered him. "We'd like the actual action to take place in the bedroom, but you know we're game for pretty much anything." "Good," said Ross his eyes showing a steely excitement. "Becky I've been waiting a long time to see you naked. You've teased me with that sultry voice a hundred times, that sexy growl you do before you cum, that's a real ball buster. Bob, I want you to undress Becky. With only your teeth, no hands allowed. And from this moment on, until I'm done with you, you can't speak. Not words anyway, sounds are fine. I don't want to miss Becky's growl live". You could have heard a pin drop in the room, it seemed everyone held a collective breath as Becky smiled at Bob, turned around and wiggled her very shapely hips at him. It was a very feminine movement. The mini red velvet sexy Mrs. Santa dress she wore had a single zipper that went to mid back. It was a very simply designed one piece costume. White fur lined itself around the sleeveless arm holes and hem. Bending down, Bob nudged aside the straight silky chocolate- colored hair that hung almost hip length. It was his pride and joy; he loved her hair, and sometimes he would wrap it around his cock and jerk off with it. But right now it was being difficult. It took several tries to get enough of it aside to get to the zipper. He could hear Becky giggling. He grinned himself, he couldn't help it; his bubbly wife was contagious. Finally he was able to get to the silvery gray tab, lifting the stubborn little rascal he it got up with his tongue, clamped his front teeth gently around it and carefully began pulling it down. Becky bent over slightly at the waist as he slowly zipped it lower and lower. When Bob finally had the zipper as low as it would go he straightened up and walked back in front of his impatient mate. He recognized the signs already; she was biting on her lower lip, rubbing her fingers together. She was melting from the inside out right now; he'd bet millions that her pussy was already dripping wet. We Wish You a Lusty Christmas This had been a fantasy of theirs for quite some time. Making love in front of a crowd had been number one on their "to do" list. Being directed by someone else was pretty high up there too; so this was a two for one deal. The neckline of the soft carmine dress gaped open showing a tantalizing glimpse of sweet braless cleavage. Being careful not to catch any skin, Bob nuzzled in under her chin, caught the neckline of the costume and growling playfully, shook his head back and forth pulling the fabric out as far as he could. It was enough to cause the dress to slip forward down over her shoulders. Letting go he dropped to his knees and not caring in the least about the fur around the hem bit it and yanked. The dress slithered easily down pooling at her toes, she totally naked now since she wasn't wearing any panties. Bob rose to his feet, turned to face his now cheering audience and bowed gallantly. Eight pair of eyes were avidly eating Becky up. He could see why. Every time he saw her naked no matter what either he or she was doing, he got a nice rigid hard-on. The one he had now was killing him. Ross stared. Bob was one hell of a lucky man. Becky stood before everyone smiling, not in the least self conscious. Hell, with a body like that she didn't need to be. She constantly joked that she had never exercised a day in her life. He didn't believe it. A curvy slim waist ran into softly flaring hips, her legs were not overly long, but they were shaped beautifully. Ross could picture them wrapped around his waist, it made him shudder with sudden want. She had high, firm "C" sized breasts, and medium sized brownish pink nipples. Between her legs the lips of her completely shaven sex glistened in the light, reflecting back to everyone in the room how totally turned on she was. Ross had the sudden urge to grab her sweet ass and plunge himself straight to the hilt. His dick was twitching inside his costume begging to be released into the warm sexually charged air. It knocked against the black cotton fabric, but he wasn't answering that door right now. Looking over his shoulder at Leslie he couldn't help but compare the two. She had by far the prettier face. Becky's was pretty, oval shaped with doe soft teasing brown eyes, kind of like a Sandra Bullock. Leslie's was more classic; something along the lines of Nicole Kidman. He sighed; it was all a matter of taste. If Leslie's "B" cups had nice sized pinkish tips he'd deem himself a lucky man indeed. He'd always thought more than a mouthful was a waste. The applauding had died down and everyone was looking at him expectantly. Ross winked at Becky. "Okay Bob. The ladies here are dying to see what you're packing. Let's not keep them waiting any longer." That's all Bob needed to hear. Reaching up he unsnapped the button of the sheath going across his lightly furred chest letting it go straight to the floor. Becky had joked that he looked more like a Christmas Tarzan in his modernized outfit than a Santa. Reaching down he pulled off his loincloth-wannabe Santee shorts, sighing in relief as his aching throbbing cock bounced back nicely to wave hello at the girls who were all straining to see it. He was of average width and length, and like his partner in lust was completely shaven, balls and all. Becky constantly told him how beautiful his cock was, and how suck-able. She called it "perfect blowjob material." The ladies in the room approved, they looked their fill. Standing just shy of six feet he had a wide strong chest, large capable hands, and thighs to die for. His short black hair was parted down the middle, combed back complimenting the planes of his face. His green eyes sparkled like emeralds reflecting off glass. Above a full masculine lip a thick mustache traveled across and down to meet with the goatee that covered the lower part of his chin. Leslie had never pictured Bob looking like this. He was an attractive man. You could tell by his quick smile and wit that he was a people person, and had quite a reserve of humor stored behind those gorgeous green orbs of his. Right now he was horny, and it radiated off of him touching every female in the group. She looked over at the man in the mask. His name was Ross, when Becky had told her his pen name for the website she'd almost fainted. Next to LustyLovers he was her next favorite author. He wrote the most erotic thrillers, his characters just sizzled off the pages making her sweat and squirm until finally she'd give into the urge to place her electric vibe on her clit as she finished the story. She'd tried emailing him numerous times, and left him tons of feedback, but he had never responded to her. She'd been sneaking covert peeks at him all evening. She really, really hoped he turned out to be her partner. She loved the dark mysterious type and he was exactly that. His blue eyes were so deeply colored that you just wanted to keep looking at them forever. "Well everyone, this is the famous LustyLovers. What do you think? Should we make them live up to their name?" Clapping and catcalls circled around the room to Ross's request. He folded his arms in front of him and shaking his head, smiled at his friends. Damn they looked good together. "Okay you two. I'm going to make this short and sweet. Bob I want you to fuck Becky good and hard in her ass. I'm not going to direct you as you do it, I'm going to give your orders to you right now. You are to go to the guest room, lean her over the end of the bed where we can have the best view, and your going to fuck the living daylights out of your wife. There's to be no kissing, no foreplay, no talking, she can't touch you. Becky, your job is to see how fast you can make him cum, if you can do it within three minutes, I'll write a special story dedicated to you and place it on the site. Bob you have to hold off for as long as possible, if you can't last three minutes I get Becky in a room alone, naked, and she has to masturbate for me." Bob frowned, not liking the sound of that, but then looking at Ross more closely he noticed the small twitch at the corner of his mouth that gave him away. He was bluffing, putting on a show for their guests. Becky had caught the twitch too and understood; everyone else had their backs to Ross and thought he was serious. She smiled coyly at Bob as if to say your dick doesn't have a chance. Everyone else in the room sat in suspended silence, loving this little byplay, eager to see who'd prevail. Turning around the couple headed out of the room, turned down a hallway and disappeared around a corner. All eyes went straight to the television. Ross returned to his beanbag, sat down and settled back to enjoy what he knew was going to one hell of a show. * * * * * Once they were out of sight of the living room and around a corner, Becky grabbed her lovers cock dropped quickly to her knees and slipped him into her mouth. She knew she only had a couple seconds, but it was something she always insisted on doing before letting him make love to her. Bob didn't mind at all, he was addicted to it. The feel of her mouth on his cock always drove him to the brink of madness. It was a fact that in the five years they had been married, not a single day had passed by without her loving lips doing homage to his ever grateful cock. Gently withdrawing from her mouth he pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly. "I love you baby." He whispered. "Turn around sweetheart I want to get you ready for me. I'm not hurting you in there." She turned her back to him, and spread her legs, leaning forward she braced her hands on the wall in front of her; Bob bent his knees, aimed, and slipped his cock straight home into her sopping wet cunt. They both groaned. As fast as he'd slid in he pulled out again. "Okay honey breath deep." Bob was a master at anal sex. He'd never hurt his soul-mate and wasn't starting now. Not for anybody. Becky felt him gently but firmly probe the entrance to her tightly clenched ass, she pushed down loosening her sphincter and made a concentrated effort to relax. He slid in slowly, easily; her juices coating his erection were more than enough lubrication. It was a little painful at first; but that quickly dissipated. They both loved anal, Becky's ass was so sensitive that she often found herself tripping into one orgasm after the other. "You Okay?" "Oh yeah," she moaned back. He pulled back carefully while rotating his hips, stretching her. He knew that when they walked into that room that it was going to be no holds barred and he wanted his lover ready. He spent a full twenty seconds circling his hips, going up and down on the balls of his feet, until he felt her relax completely then clench him. He smiled to himself. She was ready. With a groan of protest from her he pulled out. "Let's go baby." She practically ran ahead of him down the hall and burst into the bedroom. He was laughing as he followed her in. Becky went straight to the foot of the bed and bent over it, sticking her ass straight up towards the video camera. It was mounted up high on the wall pointing down. Bob followed, and taking his wife by the hips he moved her carefully to the side a little more making sure he wasn't blocking any camera angles. He wanted everyone to get a good view of his rod burrowing deep. Spitting into his palm Bob lubed himself again, caressed Becky's butt cheeks for a second, parted her, then eased himself right in. She clenched him immediately letting him know she was more than ready for a riding. He chuckled; she was antsy, like a live squirrel on a hot wire. Knowing she had an audience was revving her up. God his cock felt so good. She wanted to tell him so but they weren't allowed to speak. That's okay, she'd show him. With his next stroke in she pushed back hard almost knocking him off balance. Leaning forward more she helped his progress back then slammed into reverse again causing him to grunt and his balls to slap her cunt. She liked it! He took the hint, and grabbing onto her hips started pounding into her more than willing ass. With every downward stroke his balls striking her leaking pussy sent vibrations into her clit teasing it, making the little nub pulse inside its protective sheath. Feeling the onslaught of impending climax shocked the hell out of Bob, he never came this fast. Becky's clenching and letting go antics inside her ass were milking him as sure as any farmer milked a cow. He hissed, willing his cock to behave and pulled completely out of her, backing up to lean against the wall panting, out of camera view. Surprised to say the least Becky looked over her shoulder, their eyes meeting. She knew the look, could see his dick twitching; his hands were clenched at his sides. She smiled wickedly, it hadn't been three minutes. Slapping her own ass she shook an admonishing finger at him then crooked it, silently calling him back to her. His eyes burned in warning, but he was smiling. Finally he shrugged as if to say, "okay you win", and walking back over to her grabbed his cock and slowly inserted it back home. Groaning in unison, he gave her what she wanted in only a few strokes. "Fuck!" he moaned in defeat, pulling out of her just as the first string of cum jettisoned out, landing on the small of her back. He rode out the climax rubbing the head of his dick in the crack of Becky's heart shaped ass, spreading his cum everywhere. While everything had been completely quiet as they fucked, the sound of feline whooping and energetic clapping could be heard coming from the sound system he'd ran from the living room. Then Ross's rich amused baritone swirled around them. "Well Becky, looks like you owe me." Feeling sassy Becky wiggled her ass and said "Maybe someday." She stuck her tongue out at the camera, turned and hugged Bob hard. "Not a chance," she whispered in his ear. Taking his hand she waved at the blinking red light and they walked out of the room. Once in the hallway Bob turned pinning her to wall. "We don't go back until you cum." Becky moaned low in her throat. Thank God! She was still throbbing, unfulfilled. Reaching down Bob's fingers went unerring to her clit. Bull's-eye! His mouth came down on hers, his bossy lips and silky tongue taking her over completely. The erotic fucking motions of his kiss and fingers moved in unison. Becky didn't even try to fight it, she melted into the wall smearing what was left of his cum on her well used butt into the floral wallpaper, not giving a damn, and enjoyed the feelings radiating inside and out of her. Bringing her arms up and around his neck she clung, feeling the build, anticipating it. When the waves hit she moaned, thrashed against his fingers, and crested smoothly, rolling along with it. When the mewing and writhing stopped, so did Bob. He softly kissed Becky's bottom lip and looked into languid brown pools of contentment. "Meow," she purred. Making him laugh. "Love you." "Me too." He replied. * * * * * In the living room Ross and the others waited. That had been fast, but it had raised everyone to a high level of excitement and they were ready to keep going. Ross knew the house, they were taking longer to get back than they should. He figured they were tying up loose ends. When they walked into the room a few minutes later he knew he'd been right. Becky was practically glowing, she had the look of a well satisfied woman. Everyone clapped and a couple people made a few raucous comments but it quieted down fast. "Everyone ready to play? Bob shouted. "Yeah!" "Okay then, I'll pick first." Looking around Bob's eyes fell on Nora. "I chose you Nora." She squealed, jumping to her feet. Her costume reminded Bob of a pair of footie pajama's in style except they were brown and sported socked hoofs at the feet and hands, she'd painted her nose red to emulate Rudolph and had a reindeer horn barrette on top of her head. She was a cute little thing, black hair, blue eyes and a few freckles on a short just this side of plump body. "Honey?" he looked at Becky. Walking over to Joe she tapped him on the head. "You!" He stood up, Becky couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the obvious huge erection he was sporting. She had to admit that those skinz boxers were sexier than hell, she made a mental note to get Bob some. Joe was tall and thin with a very hairy chest running down in a line across his stomach and further south past the silver waistline. She wouldn't call him handsome, just maybe kind of normal with nice even features, light brown hair slightly receding and brown eyes, but that bulge in his skin tight boxers looked mighty interesting. He was a nice looking present indeed. She knew lots of woman who'd love to unwrap him. The pair looked each other over, and Nora kept glancing wistfully at Ross. As if from some hidden signal the hosts asked at the same time. "Naughty or Nice?" Nora shrugged nervously. "Naughty... I think." Watching her closely Joe sighed almost wistfully before replying. "I think I'd better go Nice." "Okay," said Bob. "I just want to remind you that both have to say Naughty before you can be. Sooooo... Nice it is." Walking over to the massive Christmas Tree twinkling in the corner, Bob retrieved one large box gaily wrapped in green and red shiny paper and ribbons. He handed it to Nora but addressed them both. "Open it." Joe gestured at Nora to go ahead and do the deed. She ripped and tore at the package until there wasn't a scrap of paper left on it. What emerged was a white lidded gift box. Lifting the lid carefully she peeked inside, then giggled. Everyone in the room watched carefully as she pulled out a pair of bullet vibrators, one was gold and one was silver, each about four inches long with a black power twist switch on the end. There was also a red sheet of stationary folded in half. She handed it to Joe who opened it up and started reading aloud. "If each of you picked Nice, then this paper is null and void, you may both sit back down, sharing the gift. If one of you said Naughty then that person holds the power over the other and must give them one order that they have to obey." Joe threw back his head and guffawed, he'd only picked nice because it was obvious that Nora was lusting after cowl guy over there. This might be a little fun after all. Nora stood looking indecisive. "So I have to tell him something to do?" she affirmed. "Oh Yeah.." purred Becky. She looked at Joe and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him. "But he can't do it with anyone else in the room." That didn't seem to bother Joe in the least as he looked at Nora expectantly. "Ummm... Well..." Nora met his eyes, they seemed to be challenging her. They had a sexy twinkle in them that made her regret her lack of enthusiasm moments before. She looked around, all eyes were on her, it seemed as if everyone held their breath. She shrugged her shoulders, looked over at Ross wistfully one last time, and in one sharp movement unzipped her "reindeer" costume down to her bellybutton. Pulling her arms free of the confining brown fabric she let the top half of her costume fall, her large braless breasts swaying and drawing every eye in the room. Nora felt a little nervous but she pulled her shoulders back proudly, and then plopped down unceremoniously onto her beanbag leaning back. Joe ate her alive with his eyes, he adored large tits. She had huge pinkish nipples aroused and enticing as hell. He wanted to dive in and suckle till the cows came home, but kept his pose and waited to see what she had in mind. "I want you to take your dick out of your pants and jack-off all over my tits. Is that okay Becky?" She looked over at her hosts; both were smiling ear to ear. "Absolutely" they said in unison. Laughing they looked at each other. Joe, who was fully aroused didn't waste any time. Slipping his thumbs into his silver briefs he carefully pulled them down being especially careful in getting the skin tight material off from around his fully aroused member. They fell around his ankles where he casually stepped out of them. The ladies in the room clapped and whistled their appreciation. Joe's prick was premium sized, large and extremely thick, proudly thrusting up waiting for some attention. Slipping to his knees in front of Nora, Joe wrapped his right hand around himself and began slowly pumping. Being playful, Nora wiggled her shoulders causing her breasts to jiggle. Joe moaned and picked up his pace just a touch. Feeling her power over him Nora let the beanbag support her weight and cupping her breasts juggled them up and down. "Oh Fuck," Joe moaned entranced. He'd been waiting for this party for a month and was more than ready to let go and enjoy himself. He'd wanted more... but hey, he'd wait and see what the night ahead brought. He spent the next couple of minutes slowly increasing his speed. Nora had progressed to pinching her nipples, her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed, she was not playful now, she was aroused and showing it. Out of the corner of his eye Joe caught sight of Becky, she'd moved beside them and was reaching for something just out of his line of vision. It flashed in the soft lighting as she retrieved it and he suddenly realized it was the silver vibe. She leaned over and ran the tip across Nora's lips causing her to open her eyes. "Here honey, use it." Becky's voice was low and intensely sexy. Nora took the vibe, turned it on and looking straight up and into Joe's avid gaze licked the tip of it. His whole body trembled and his cock twitched, reminding his balls they had a job to do. Going for her zipper that had inched down to her belly button Nora unzipped it the last little bit it would go, Joe could see a glimpse of lacey red peeking out. The way Nora was laying the top half of her suit was lying under her and effectively trapping her, she couldn't get her suit down anymore without repositioning herself. His partner in this lusty game didn't seem inclined to do that as she slipped her humming toy down and almost out of sight under the scrape of red he was now fixated on. Shapely hips bucked up as the vibe made contact, catching him slightly by surprise. We Wish You a Lusty Christmas "OH!" All the air left Nora's lungs, the cool contours of her Christmas gift pulsating on her very hot and sensitive clit left her gasping. It felt good; she could smell her arousal and wondered if anyone else could. She focused on the man kneeling between her legs; his hand was practically flying over his enormous cock now. Becky had backed away. A quick glance in that direction got her a sexy wink from Bob. He had his wife in his arms her back pressed to his stomach and was casually caressing her flat tummy with the palms of his hands. She was smiling dreamily. A moan from Joe brought her attention back to him completely. The thin and now oddly handsome face was intense, his eyes drilling holes in the tan material covering her quivering cunt. His breathing was becoming almost labored, while his hips thrust in tandem with his frantic stroking. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was on the verge of cumming. That triggered an answering call from Nora's own libido; she wasn't going to be left behind in this race for pleasure. Throwing back her head she gave up the ghost and let the tingling take her. She'd always been a fast cummer, and the antics of the evening had already had her primed and ready. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah," she moaned as the silver toy on her clit did its job and sent her over the edge. Her ass came off the beanbag and she did a quivering jig as her climax claimed her. That was enough for Joe. He felt his own ball of red hot bliss erupt, the euphoric spasms started several seconds before the first wet spurt shot from the head of his cock. He turned quickly not wanting to interrupt Nora's waning orgasm, missing her, hitting the beanbag instead. He grunted hard with each toe curling jerk of his cock. He continued stroking, coaxing his warm issue from his balls in long sticky streams. He'd been told by numerous partners that he came in abundance, he contributed that to the extra large size of his now throbbing balls. Joe and Nora both finally stilled. Everyone else in the room shifted uneasily, stimulated beyond measure by all the sexual byplay. "Whew!" Wanda fanned herself. "That was hot!" "No shit," groaned Alan. "My dick's so hard it could put a hole in the wall right now." "Really?" Purred Wanda looking around Drac at the feisty Grinch who was looking down ruefully at his passion tented front. "You could borrow my hole if you want. Why mess up a perfectly good wall?" Alan growled as he leaned forward, looking toward the red and white striped wanton grinning at him impishly. "Careful there sweets, have I happened to mention candy canes are my favorite Christmas time treat? I can lick them for hours." "Nummy," she teased back. "I've been known to suck a few peppermint sticks myself." Her eyes dared him. "Well.' Bob cut in. "It looks like we might have our next couple. What do you think sweetheart?" Becky turned slightly in his arms smiling up at him, they'd already decided to pair these two up, so it fell in with their plans perfectly. "I think you're exactly right. Why don't we give Nora and Joe a few minutes to get comfy while we figure out what to do with these two horny toads." Everyone laughed. Becky was especially happy to notice that Leslie seemed to have settled down a little, she was sneaking glances at Ross who was surreptitiously doing the same. They were definitely sizing each other up. Things couldn't be going better. As if he knew what she was thinking, Ross turned his head towards her, his eyes practically blazed out from behind his death mask. She caught the twitch of a smile that crossed his lips and returned it. The costume he'd chosen really gave him a sort of mystic air, and he carried it off beautifully. Even though she loved Bob with all her being Becky couldn't wait to see Ross naked, he was one hell of a handsome devil. A girl would have to be dead not to appreciate what God had graced their friend with. Her hubby knew that just because she might find Ross attractive it didn't mean she wanted to fuck him. Bob alone held sole title to her heart and passion. "Should we get that special item for these two?" Bob's voice was husky, as his breath feathered over her ear. Becky giggled. She nodded in the affirmative, grabbed the hand now running small circles over her hip and walked with him over to the Christmas tree. The narrow rectangular box winked up at them ricocheting the myriad lights off it's shiny red wrapping paper onto the naked skin of their bodies as Bob bent down and picked it up. His cock was at full mast, and Becky couldn't help but give it a fast squeeze as he handed her the package. "We saw that!" Alan called from across the room. "Well if I'm busted I might as well get my moneys worth." Becky chirped, once again taking him in her hand. She led her soul-mate back to their friends pulling him along carefully by his hard-on. Joe and Nora had managed to get into their clothes, and each was on their perspective beanbags looking satiated and well satisfied. "Okay you two, what's it going to be? Naughty or Nice?" Bob asked. "Naughty!" They said in unison, both getting to their feet. They eyed each other in mutual lust. Alan was of medium height and build, trim but muscled, with a head full of wavy, sandy blond curls that had been tinted green to go with his Grinch persona. He'd had a mask on when he'd first arrived but it had been abandoned less than an hour after he'd walked in the door. His eyes were a dark gray and seemed to always be smiling. Wanda was his blond counterpart, her hair a shade or two lighter, going down in gentle waves to her shoulders, they stood eye to eye, hers a brilliant blue. Her breasts were prominent, her waist tiny, flaring out into wide generous hips. The red and white striped body suit and leotard she sported hugged her like a glove encompassing a perfectly toned body. "Who wants to do the honors?" Becky asked, holding out the gift to the couple. "She can." Alan replied promptly. Clapping her hands in front of her like a little girl, Wanda stepped forward and took the present carefully. Taking her time, she slowly divested the package of its gaily wrapped outer skin to display another white box about twelve inches in length, and perhaps an inch and a half wide. Cautiously she lifted off the lid, peeked inside and let out a peel of laughter. Alan looked over her shoulder and joined her. "Oh this is too much!" she sputtered between giggles. Lifting out the cause of their mirth she pointed the foot long pole of peppermint at her hosts. "There is no way you could have known I'd come dressed like this!" "We had no clue." Becky said smiling. "But we did get a huge kick out of it when you walked in." The others in the room chuckled as they were let in on the joke. "I can only image what you might want us to do with that." Behind Wanda, Alan eyed the curvy red and white backside speculatively. Whirling around Wanda caught him in the act. "Hold on there Grinchy boy. That might not be meant for me at all!! He smiled widely. "Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see!" "That you surely will." Bob interjected. "Okay, you saw where we came out of earlier, go there, turn left and go straight down that hall. The bedroom is the third door to the left. Are you both sure you're okay with this?" Both gave quick nods and headed out of the living room, turning left into a small corridor that branched off in two directions. Turning left once again they both stopped and faced each other. "Oh my God, finally, finally we're alone." Alan's voice was heartfelt. He swooped Wanda into his arms and looked into her tear filled blue eyes. Immediately her arms looped around his neck and their lips met in their first kiss. They moaned in unison. This moment was two years in the making. Unbeknownst to anyone they had been carrying on a cyber affair. For months they'd clung to telephones deep into the wee hours of the morning whispering sweet nothings, burning up the wires with hot passionate demands of wants and desires. No one in their writing circle had any idea the affair was taking place, and that's how they wanted it. When they'd both been invited to this party they'd saw it as a sign that it was time to finally put an end to the distance between them and take the last step. A face to face meeting. Alan had literally been begging Wanda to let him come to her, but she'd just gotten out of a messy divorce and was terrified of commitment. She also had two small children at home and was afraid of the complications Alan might bring her way. Her ex-husband was still bitterly angry and she knew he'd cause trouble. The party had been a godsend. Alan lived one hour north of Atlanta, Wanda lived near Jacksonville, Florida. Bob and Becky lived south of Macon, Georgia, almost dead center between the other two. It was almost a four hour drive for both Alan and Wanda and neutral territory. It was the perfect opportunity for Wanda to leave the kids to stay the night with her sister in the afternoon, get to the party on time, then head back home in the morning for afternoon church services. They'd been hard pressed not to show their feelings for each other when Wanda had shown up and walked in Bob and Becky's front door. Alan thought he'd pass out since he was so elated. The two hours they'd spent mingling had been nerve racking. When they'd found out couples were being chosen they had looked at each other in silent communication. They were here to be with each other, not anyone else. Wanda felt it was a sign from God when Bob had picked up on their deliberate flirting and paired them. Now here they were. The kiss was desperate, yet filled with longing, love and downright lust. Alan didn't know who was trembling more, him or Wanda. Her scent wrapped around him, the heat of her skin consumed him, just to be able to taste her lips was nirvana. He broke away from her clinging lips and nuzzled into her neck. "Wanda... God, there's just no words. I can't believe we're finally together." "I know." she whispered back. "Do you think they know about us?" "Not a chance, it was just blind luck, darling. It's our destiny to be together." Drawing in a deep breath Wanda gently stepped out of his embrace. "Then let's go be together, before they send a search party after us." Alan agreed silently, but still feeling reluctant to part completely from her he clasped her fingers surprised to find the massive peppermint stick still tightly held on to. Peering into rooms as they traversed by them they slowly came to the third door down, it was open in welcome, with a soft light beckoning them inside from a small bedside table. "There you are." Becky's voice came from a pair of speakers high up on the wall in front of them. They both stared at the speakers and the camera ensconced between them with fascination. Becky's delighted giggle floated down to them. "You'll forget about the camera soon enough." She promised. "Alan, Wanda sure is a nice handful of woman, isn't she? Bob asked. "Yes she is." He replied, with his heart shining in his eyes. "Well," Bob continued. "You look like you're more than man enough to control the situation. So we've decided to let you do what you want with her and the candy cane too of course." "That's right." Becky's voice took over. "Wanda you belong to him for the next fifteen minutes. Whatever he says' goes. Alan, right behind both of you beside the lamp there, is an alarm clock, would you be so kind as to set it for fifteen minutes please? The idea is to give you that much time exactly, when the alarm goes off you have to stop what you are doing immediately and come straight back here." "And just in case either of you want them; there are condoms inside that bedside drawer. Just help yourself. " That came from Bob; Wanda swore she could actually hear the smile in his warm tones. Both of them just stood there for a second neither really knowing where to start. Ross's sexy baritone spilled from the speakers, it was full of soft humor. "Don't mind us; we'll just be the proverbial flies on the wall." That made a suddenly very nervous Alan laugh and turn towards the bed stand. He fiddled with the clock for a minute, and then turned back towards Wanda, her hands were at her sides, and he could see the tremors in her fingers. He walked towards her at once and enveloped her in a bear hug; he put his lips to her ear and whispered. "Just say the word and we walk out of here." Wanda shook her head no and hugged him tighter. "No, I want you, I want this. I'm just suddenly very afraid that I'll disappoint you." Alan groaned and began placing desperate little kisses on her cheeks, her brow, her forehead, her chin, and her lips. His warm breath caressed her tongue as he growled into her mouth. "God Baby, there's no way; no way in hell you could ever do that." Running his palms down her arms he found her hands; he took the almost forgotten peppermint stick from her unresisting fingers and tossed it backwards onto the bed. At this point, cameras, speakers, people, everything but this vibrant beautiful woman was blocked out of his consciousness. His mouth latched onto hers and his hands took over with a mind of their own, touching, caressing, this sweet warm body that he'd been waiting what seemed like an eternity to possess. Minutes passed in a whirl of passion long denied. They were like two lovers on an extended acid trip. Wanda's last barrier crashed and she felt herself fall headfirst into Alan's madness. Her hands dueled with his for new territory to wander, she went mindless and it felt marvelous. In what was left of her senses she heard a rip and realized with a kind of disjointed shock that she'd torn his Grinch outfit away from his back. Alan stepped away and looked at her, he was breathing like he'd run a marathon, and he had a bead of blood on his lip where her frenzied love bites and kisses had nicked him. Looking over his shoulder he could see the big tear in his costume from the neckline down toward his ass. Wanda looked back at him with wild eyes, there seemed to be almost a dare in them. His own pupils narrowed with an almost feral gleam. He stepped towards her, grabbed the front of her bodysuit and pulled savagely ripping it right down the front. * * * * * In the living room everyone had gathered in close around the big screen television. No one could quite believe what they were seeing. Wanda and Alan had turned into wild animals right before their eyes. When Alan ripped apart Wanda's top Becky looked over at Bob and mouthed a silent "Wow". They watched transfixed as the two lovers tore every single thread from each others bodies. Bob looked back at his wife with his eyebrow raised in a silent question. They were both wondering the same thing. How the hell had they missed this? It was evident that there was some kind of sexual history here. They both watched in surprised wonder as Alan suddenly picked Wanda up and practically threw her on the bed before coming down on top of her, going straight into a torrid kiss, which started with her mouth but quickly moved down across her breasts and further south. * * * * * Her taste was incredible. Hot, exotic, and undeniably female. The sexy wanton was flat on her back in the middle of the bed getting her pussy eaten out by a madman. But she had no complaints. Wanda vaguely remembered getting herself and Alan naked. All that seemed like ages ago. Time was a paradox in a hazy cum laden fantasy. She'd lost track of how many orgasms she'd already had. Alan was a man on a mission, he loved having his face stuffed in a hot juicy pussy and he wasn't sure he wanted to surrender it. Lying on his stomach between her shaking thighs he held her down tightly. With each flat stroke of his tongue across her swollen clit his feisty lover's hips bucked and tried to twist away from him. He wasn't having any of it. The need to have her squeal again overtook him. One more time, then he'd bury his cock so deep inside her delectable hole she'd choke on it. Never had he felt this completely out of control. The need to chase every other lover before him out of her memory, kept him hostage in its intensity. He'd marked his territory and claimed his prize and he'd be damned if he'd ever let her go again. As her sensitive bud quivered and seemed to actually harden under his unrelenting strokes, Wanda began mewing loudly in the back of her throat. Alan felt her climax crest and held on for dear life as her whole body rolled like a wave starting at her shoulders and working down. He got a surprise as her juices gushed out of her, her accumulated feminine cum overflowing from her tight channel was soaking his chin. That was a first! The male exhilaration went straight to his head like an expensive wine. He felt drunk in his power to please the women he realized he was incurably in love with. If he would have been a lion he would have sat up and roared. Instead he got up on his knees, grappled with her hips to get a good hold and unceremoniously pulled her down and impaled her with his throbbing shaft in one fell swoop. Alan couldn't decide if he was in Heaven or Hell. One side of him was in complete bliss feeling her tight walls close around him and squeeze like a boa constrictor with its prey. The other was on fire being scorched to cinders by the primal lust he felt radiating between them. Wanda's legs wrapped around his hips pulling him close, and her hands came up to clasp his shoulders in a super tight grip as she arched up to meet each of his bone jarring thrusts. Her eyes were open glued to his as they focused on each other. "You feel so fucking good baby." he managed in what sounded like a tortured whisper. "You do too." Was all Wanda was capable of articulating as she was speared over and over again by her lover's ardent forays into her more than willing cavern. They see-sawed back and forth until they were both covered in sweat, the pace remained the same neither slowing nor quickening. The smell of raw sex permeated the room drifting out into the hall. Ross stood in the doorway watching the pair; he'd drifted away without being noticed, drawn to this mating like a moth to a flame. Under his black cowl his cock was harder than granite. He wanted to cum, wanted to release the tight hold he had over himself and let the magma in his balls erupt until its white heat escaped, cooling the ardor in his boiling blood. But he wouldn't allow it, wanted to save it for that enticing elf back in the living room. He lived for this type of passion. Searched for it repeatedly in his real life, and wrote about it constantly in the sizzling hot love scenes he was so known for. Voyeurism was a daily part of his existence; he could sooner quit breathing then stop watching. It was useless to fight the pull; he'd given up that ghost years ago and just accepted himself for who he was. On the bed the feverish lovemaking was coming to a head. Both participants were moaning now, almost in unison. Wanda could feel the tension coiling low in her belly, could see the strain of holding back on Alan's tightened features above her. She desperately wanted him to find fulfillment with her. Fireworks exploded in her brain as her first internal, not clitoral, orgasm blew her rapturous soul to bits. She clenched down hard, and bowed her back; her legs dropped like lead, allowing her heels to dig into the mattress. No sound passed her lips, her brain was temporarily shut down and no messages could be sent out. Alan had no such problem, he bellowed as his seed was literally sucked out of his ravaged cock by the voracious grip Wanda had on him. And it was a greedy little pussy she had too. He felt as if his organ was in the clutch of a massive velvety fist, which wouldn't stop squeezing. We Wish You a Lusty Christmas "Fuck! Oh Fuck!" Jerking, shuddering away the last vestiges of his pleasure, gravity had its way with him, and Alan collapsed. * * * * * "You think he's still alive?" Joe's musing comment seemed to bring everyone out of the sensual hypnotic trance they'd been caught up in. It had been a full three minutes since that amazing tableau had played out. 'Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.' The phrase popped into Becky's head from nowhere causing her to giggle. The couple on the bed hadn't moved an inch. From what they could tell Wanda's eyes were closed, Alan lay half on, and half off her luscious form. Out of the shadows walked Ross, he was looking directly at the camera with his finger across his lips signifying silence. He looked scary as hell in his death mask. Bending over the couple he studied them for a few seconds before walking carefully around the bed and picking up the clock. He pushed a button, set it back down, and headed out of camera range to the back corner of the room. Everyone could hear the slight creak of a door slowly opening, a pause, and then a click as it was closed. Ross came back into view again carrying a blanket in his arms; he spread it over the exhausted lovers turned and left the room. Following Ross's lead, Bob reached over and clicked off the television, then turned off the home entertainment unit which was sitting on top. No one seemed to know just what to say or do. Ross saved the moment by walking into the room; he had two fluffy white robes across his arm. "Since I was in the vicinity I thought you two might like these." Bob accepted them both, helped Becky into hers and shrugged into his own leaving it hanging open. Nora looked around the room inquisitively. "I hope this doesn't mean the parties over. There's still two couple's here who haven't gotten to play. And I for one want to see a particular guy in here get hot and nasty." She directed her gaze straight at Ross who smiled indulgently at her as he reseated himself on the beanbag next to her. "Oh we're not done yet" drawled Becky in a sultry voice. She was looking hungrily at her hubby's hard-on peeking up out of his robe. "We'll just have to finish up right here instead of in the bedroom." "Hell yeah, that's even better." Joe sat back rubbing his second boner of the evening. Nora teased him by running her tongue over her lips suggestively. "All right you two; you've already had your turn." Bob mock scolded them with a big smile on his face. "Let's see... whose next honey?" "Well..." Becky was in an impish mood, she decided to do a little teasing of her own. Going over to stand in front of Drac she laid her hand on his shoulder. Her robe had come untied, putting him in direct eye contact with the beginning of her cleavage. He could smell the excitement radiating off her skin. The hair on the back of his neck bristled, and his male instincts kicked in, he wondered how dead Bob would make him if he were to lean in and lick that enticing valley. "I think Drac here would go perfect with..." sensing his intent, Becky winked at him then stepped back swiveling to come into eye contact with Leslie. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ross's hands clench, and smiled inwardly to herself. Men were so fun and easy to tease. On the other hand Leslie went pale white, and her bottom lip quivered before she caught it between her teeth. Becky didn't like that reaction at all, still smiling; she turned on again and tapped Cleo on the arm. "You! Cleo, you and Drac will make a perfect couple." For just a split second she thought she saw wetness appear in the corner of Cleo's cat green eyes, but she blinked and it was gone. The couple looked at each other. And for the first time that evening Becky got an inkling that something wasn't right between these two. In fact, now that she thought about it, neither one of them had been acting like she had envisioned. In all the sexual havoc going on there hadn't been time to pin anything down. But now when it was too late to do anything about it, she realized she might have boo-booed in putting these two together. Behind her Bob couldn't see what she did so he went right on with their plan. "Okay, ladies first. Cleo, what's it going to be? Naughty or Nice?" The quick glance Cleo threw towards Drac was full of sadness. But Cleo having an image to live up to drew herself up into a haughty stance and said with quite a bit of sassiness. "Well, everyone knows I have to buck the system, so I'm going to be a bad girl and pick nice." She said it with an, 'I don't give a damn air,' but Becky knew differently. Drac smiled at her coldly, and responded in kind. "Then I guess that leaves me with no other option but to choose nice right alone with you." By now everyone in the room realized there was a problem. Becky looked at Bob with a 'What do I do?' Look on her face. He thought fast. "I get it, you guys just want a present right?" he laughed and pretended like everything was normal, came and got Becky's hand and pulled her towards the tree. "Come along wench we have presents to hand out!" Feeling like shit Becky meekly let Bob pull her along after him. Cleo was a good friend. Becky thought she would love getting her claws into Drac. They were both such dynamic personalities on the boards, and seemed to mix out there so well that Becky thought they'd be fun as hell to get together. She had really been looking forward to it. As silly as it seemed, Becky felt almost betrayed. She and Cleo were tight, talked by computer and phone almost every day, if she and Drac had something going, Becky felt sure she would have told her. It was turning out that she didn't know her on-line friends at all like she thought she did. She hadn't had a clue about Alan and Wanda either. Sensing her mood Bob squeezed her hand. He promptly grabbed the two gifts that had been designated for them earlier, and plastering a big smile on his face headed back to their group of friends with Becky in tow. He presented Cleo her medium sized gift with such pomp and circumstance that he soon had most of the people in the room laughing again. Her blue snow flaked wrapping paper was quickly disposed of and Cleo stole the show when her red seven inch strap-on was revealed and she slapped Bob on the ass with it. Becky felt some what removed from it all, she watched her husband charm everyone in the room, and fell in love all over again. That happened to her all the time. Just when she thought she couldn't love him a drop more, he'd do something to melt her heart and there was room for one more drop after all. Drac was a little harder nut to crack. His green wrapped gift turned out to be a pair of padded handcuffs. He still seemed a bit perturbed, but finally had to get into the spirit of things when Bob took the handcuffs from him and went after Nora, who jumped to her feet and ran while Bob chased her around the room. When he caught her he hefted her over his shoulder, deposited her in Drac's lap and handcuffed them together. Becky just stood back and watched her sweetie do his magic. When things had settled down to a dull roar, he came back to Becky, kissed her gently on the lips and pinched her ass. She jumped in surprised and slapped him on the shoulder. "Give me my words." Becky whispered to him. "I love you." he responded. "Again?" she pleaded. "I love you." Satisfied and suddenly happy again Becky turned looking for Ross. It was time to set into motion what the main purpose of this party had been for. But he was already one step ahead of her. He had Leslie on her feet and was bowing over her hand. "It looks like Ross has beaten us to the punch." Remembering Leslie's prior reaction had Becky feeling butterflies in her stomach. "Well you two, last but definitely not the least. I guess there is only one question left to ask." Feeling her soul mate's hand on her shoulder, she reached up clasping his fingers and they said together. "Naughty or Nice?" Leslie looked at the man standing in front of her; he reached up and removed his mask, showing her his whole face for the first time that evening. He was stunningly handsome; more so then she had imagined he would be. She could only describe the smile that moved over his full lips as devilish. His eyes were artic blue, his nose was sharp, cheeks classic, if his black hair would have been long and flowing instead of short and conservatively cut, he would have fit right on the cover of some historic romance novel, maybe carrying a saber, or caped, sitting astride a black horse. His voice broke her out of the spell his dark looks had cast on her. "Do you even have to ask? Naughty of course." As it had earlier that evening, the timber of his voice rolled over Leslie's nerve endings causing her to break out in goose bumps. This man made her lust, she'd been watching him all night, hoping he'd be her partner, yet right now she was so scared she couldn't think. She'd never been good in social situations. Sitting at home in front of her keyboard flirting away was one thing. Being in a group of semi strangers was another. She wanted him; she wanted his body moving inside hers so badly that her thighs were damp with it. She dreamt about stuff like this, making love with wild abandon in front of people. Her fantasies were full of those kinds of scenarios but she'd never had the nerve to do it. God knows she wanted to, but she realized with a sinking heart, that she wouldn't be able to go through with it, no matter how much she truly wanted to. Watching the emotions coming and going like wild fire across Leslie's face warned Ross as she looked up at him, that she wasn't going to do it. But he hadn't expected her to bolt across the room as if a band of demons were after her either. Her curvy derriere was across the room and turning right going towards the front of the house before he could react. Becky looked stricken, Bob looked stunned, and everyone else just sat there. "Everybody just stay here, I'll take care of this." Ross warned as he lit out after her. Normally he would have just let a woman running away from him go. But that last look of stark hunger and want on her face burned behind his eyes, and he knew he was probably being foolish, but he felt compelled to go after her. By the time he got to the front door, he could see her heading for her car which was sitting beside his parked SUV. She looked back at the house wildly, and he realized in her haste she'd neglected to grab her keys out of the bowl that had been provided just inside the doorway. As night had set in, the temperature had dropped outside considerably; she wasn't wearing anything but that thin gauzy material, and was probably already freezing. Fishing inside the bowl he pulled out his keys and headed out the door after her. As panicked as she was, he figured she wouldn't want to come back in the house, but he wasn't going to let her leave like this either. Driving at night on these backwoods roads was risky enough given the best of conditions; he wasn't letting her go anywhere until she calmed down. Damn! Leslie was almost to her car when she remembered her keys; blinded by tears of self rage and derision she just stood out in the cold berating herself silently over and over again, she couldn't go back in that house and risk facing Becky. She just couldn't. She knew she shouldn't have come, knew she'd ruin everything. Shivering she hugged herself tightly. "I'm such a fucking coward." She said out load to herself. All the hate and self loathing she'd harbored over her lifetime were encased in that five word sentence. Strong warm arms came around her from behind and a low baritone voice whispered right into her ear. "Stop." It was Ross. Leslie didn't fight or struggle to get away. She just stood there like a statue feeling like a fool. "You're freezing out here, do you want to go back to the house, or would you rather go sit in my vehicle with the heat on so we can talk?" "I... Why would you want to talk to me? I know I embarrassed you in there." her teeth chattered, and her head spun, he was so close, so unbearably close. He made the decision for her. Letting her go he strode quickly around the white SUV she'd parked by earlier and opened the door. He apparently had never locked it, within seconds the engine roared to life, and he was back out again gently guiding her to the passenger side helping her in. She felt numb, inside and out, and it seemed she'd only blinked once and he was settling into the seat beside hers cocooning them in together. Warm air blew out of the console, it felt wonderful. With both doors shut the overhead light went off leaving them in the twinkling off and on shadows of the Christmas lights adorning the yard and house. Leslie couldn't look at him. "I feel so stupid." She muttered. Ross only knew one way to face a situation, and it was usually by taking the bull by the horns. He adjusted his bucket seat all the way back, putting himself in a half prone position. He looked over to find Leslie looking in his direction. "Come here." "Wh.. What?" she stuttered. He patted his thigh. "Come straddle my lap." The lights shone off the windshield reflecting the solemnity of his expression. He was dead serious. "I.. I don't understand." And she didn't, she just knew his words were causing a drum rally to go off in her chest. "Come here and let me show you." His voice was soft, coaxing. "I won't hurt you, we'll stay completely clothed, let me take some of your edge off, then we'll talk." "Edge off...." Her words were barely discernable. Ross watched her eyes glaze over. She had it bad. He definitely knew the feeling. He held out his hand to her palm up, trying to look as unthreatening as he could. Her eyes kept going from it to his eyes. He smiled at her. She smiled back, a little uncertainly, but with what he thought might be a new resolve. After a slight hesitation she shifted in her seat, and placed her palm in his. It took some doing, and a lot of body maneuvering but she finally got up and over the console between the bucket seats and onto his lap facing him. Up until now he thought his ride was pretty roomy, but even with the seat pushed and laid back as far as it would go it was a very tight fit. Her knees were to either side of his thighs and her hot wetness pressed straight along the ridge of his pulsating erection. Her small breasts pressed into his chest and her lips nuzzled his neck. He wrapped his arms around her loving the feel of her weight on him. The flimsy material of her outfit and the thick cotton of his cowl were all that separated their sexes. The heat coming from between her legs was scalding. It was all he could do to keep still. He lifted his hips up lightly, she moaned against the sensitive skin of his neck. Carefully she rocked against him. Ross closed his eyes and bit his lip. Oh shit, this was going to kill him. "That's it." He encouraged. "Go ahead, make yourself cum." Leslie moaned. For what seemed like hours she'd been in a high state of arousal. Watching each couple enjoy themselves had been something akin to torture, because she'd known deep down inside she'd chicken out. Even now with a willing male under her letting her control the situation she felt inhibited. She whimpered, but her hips continued to rock. Ross let his hands slide down to her hips, he caressed her reassuringly. He worried that he'd be rubbed raw. But if that were the case he wasn't feeling it. Unfortunately Leslie was, her material was lacey and wet. It was starting to irritate her sensitive areas. She stopped. "Its hurting me." She cringed at the little girl quality that had crept into her voice. This was so humiliating. She whimpered again, she couldn't help herself. She buried her nose in his neck. No matter what, she wasn't budging. She wished she could just disappear. Ross chuckled, of all the crazy situations he'd pictured himself getting into tonight, this wasn't one of them. Leslie stiffened in his arms. He rubbed her back while he gathered his thoughts together. A hot tear splashed his neck and her shoulders heaved. Oh shit. Fumbling at his side he found the door handle and yanked it open. Somehow he managed to hold onto her, slide his ass out of the seat, get them both out and standing up without either one of them knocking their heads or him falling on his ass. She clung to him, literally. Her arms were anchored around his neck, and her legs were now wrapped around his back, he stood there supporting all her weight. She sniffed and clung tighter. Ross had no choice, he couldn't stand out in the cold all night. Kicking the SUV's door shut with his foot he headed for the house. Bob and Becky watched them from the front doorway. The grim look on their friend's face as he stomped up the porch stairs said it all. Without a word Bob opened the screen door, stepped back and gestured to the main staircase as Ross continued into the house. Nodding his thanks Ross headed towards the direction Bob had indicated and went up without a hitch, keeping his hand securely in the middle of Leslies back. A few heartbeats later they heard the door close to the room Ross always stayed in while he was visiting. They were both still reeling over that when Nora and Joe wandered in, both completely nude and grinning from ear to ear. She had him by his engorged cock pulling him along. "Is it okay if we call it a night and go to my room? Joe's decided to stay instead of driving back to Macon." "Sure." Bob replied giving Joe a 'you old dog' wink. "Do you remember where your room is?" "Yup. Thanks you two, this has been fun. Come on Joe, I'm going to show you what kind of rides reindeer really like to give!" They disappeared up the stairs. Becky looked towards the hallway leading to the living room. "I'm almost afraid to go back in there." They didn't have to. Cleo came bustling into sight, Drac behind her. "Becky, Bob, Thank you so much for inviting me, but I'm going to have to go ahead and leave. I can't possibly stay the night with him here!" "But...." Becky was at a loss for words. "Don't worry. I'm not staying!" Drac was livid. He looked at his hosts, shrugged, grabbed his keys from the bowl and quietly let himself out. "Oh no you don't! You aren't leaving yet Richard!" Cleo yelled at the closed door. She turned, gave Becky a swift hug whispered a quick "I'm sorry" and went out the door behind him. Becky sighed, and snuggled into Bob's ready embrace. "Do you suppose Wanda and Alan are okay? Maybe we should go check on them." She fretted. "I'm sure they're just fine. Let's just let them sleep." Bob knew his wife was a worry wart so he'd been expecting the query. "This isn't how things were suppose to end." Her voice sounded sad. Bob laughed looking up the stairs. "Oh I don't think this evening is over by a long shot." He chuckled and shook his head side to side. "You don't?" she looked perplexed. "No, in fact I have a feeling it's just getting started." "What makes you so sure?" Becky couldn't resist delving into his robe to stroke his chest as they continued their discussion. He causally put his hand over hers and pushed it down to where his cock was waiting impatiently to be petted. "Because they're like us; sexy, horny as hell, insatiable sex addicts, who can never get enough!" She squeezed him playfully. He growled. "You keep doing that and I'm going to have to take you upstairs and teach you not to tease your husband." "Oh yeah? Well what if I do this?" Bending over at the waist she leaned down and gently kissed the head of his cock, straightened back up and grinned at him cheekily. "I'd say you're pretty much asking for it." Without a moments hesitation Bob grabbed his saucy wife by the waist hefted her up and across his left shoulder and swatted her on the ass. Turning he started up the stairwell amidst her delighted shriek. The retreating front door caught her attention. We Wish You a Lusty Christmas "What about..." her hubby's husky tones cut her off. "We'll leave it unlocked." "How'd you kn... ouch!" a second swat on her already slightly stinging butt stopped the question mid syllable. "Hush woman!" Becky giggled, Bob was incorrigible. And she loved him for it. Her pussy tingled matching the part of her anatomy that was now being gently soothed by his soft gentle caresses. The master bedroom was at the back end of the corridor. As they topped the stairs and headed past the guest room where Ross had disappeared with his clinging cargo, she heard distinctly feminine moans emanating from under the closed door. Diagonally across the hallway was Nora's room, soft light spilled from the partially open entranceway. Becky got a fast eyeful of Joe standing with his head thrown back, eyes closed, while Nora's head bobbed up and down over his massive cock. She moaned at the erotic picture they made. Bob just laughed softly; it seemed to Becky that it had an "I told you so" quality to it. As they entered their bedroom and she was unceremoniously dropped in the middle of the big king sized bed, there was certainly one thing that Becky was sure of. Their night definitely wasn't over yet! To be continued... * The party continues in: We Wish You A Lustier Christmas We'll have it finished later this week. Hopefully you'll come back and rejoin the party! We hope you enjoyed our Contribution to the "WINTER HOLIDAY STORY CONTEST 2004"