24 comments/ 124654 views/ 16 favorites A Christmas to be Remembered By: PositiveThinker "Ho, ho, ho." John and Susan have no money but give one another a Christmas to be remembered. "All I want for Christmas is a big gangbang, a big gangbang, watch a big gangbang. Gee, if I could watch you in a big gangbang, then I could wish you a Merry Christmas." "John, what are you singing in there?" "Sorry, Susan," said John with a chuckle. "I was just singing that song from my childhood, All I Want For Christmas is my Two Front Teeth." "Oh, I remember that song. It was funny and cute." "Merry Christmas, Susan," said John stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, while toweling off his naked body, after taking a hot shower. He leaned down and kissed his wife. "Merry Christmas, Honey." "Merry Christmas, John. You're up early," she said looking at the bedside clock with a yawn. Still in bed, she reclined up from a lying position to a sitting one, leaned forward, and reached beneath his towel to give his cock a playful tug. "Did I wake you?" "No, I'm just being lazy," she said with a yawning stretch. "I was hoping to sleep in this morning and cuddle, but I can feel you're wide awake, though," she said with a laugh, while watching his erection come to life in her hand. "It feels weird," he said with a pensively faraway look, as if his mind was elsewhere, "doesn't it?" "Weird? No, not at all. It doesn't feel weird to me. It feels wonderful," she said staring at his nearly erect cock in her hand, before looking up at him adoringly and giving him a loving smile. "I love the feel of your cock in my hand, feeling it grow long and hard to my touch, proof of the desire you have for me," she said giving him a few sensually seductive strokes, before leaning forward and taking him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, while looking up at him, watching him, and stroking him, before removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Would Santa like a Christmas blowjob from Mrs. Santa in celebration of the holiday? Ho, ho, ho," she said with a laugh. "No, not now," he said annoyed that she disturbed him from his thoughts, "and not that. I wasn't talking about my cock when I said it felt weird," he said taking a step away from her, as if insulted that she'd think he was talking about his cock. "Normally, about this time, we'd be downstairs opening Christmas presents, after having a big holiday breakfast. The holiday doesn't feel the same without presents." "There's more to our relationship than Christmas gifts, John, and we can still have a big holiday breakfast," she said with a bit of exasperation in her voice. "I had planned on doing that, anyway," she said rubbing the sleep from her eyes and yawning. "Besides, we've had plenty of Christmases where we bought great gifts for one another," she said giving him a warm smile of affection. "I know and I know you're right, but I'm worried. I'm worried about losing this house and not being able to pay the car payments and credit card bills. Like everyone else in this bad economy, I'm worried that I won't find a job for months. They continue to report that the recession is over, but where are the jobs? There are no jobs." "Don't worry. Jobs are always the last thing to return after a recession. You'll find work. We'll both find jobs. I'm sure of it. Instead of being depressed, we should be thankful for the time we have together. We'll celebrate Christmas after the holidays, in July even, when we have the money to splurge. For now, we have enough savings to ride it out without panicking." "I know. You're right. Only, I can't help but worry." "John, my Mom would never let us lose this house. She'd help us. My dad left her financially secure when he died. He really loved her. She was his one and only. I only wish I could have the happy marriage they had for thirty years. Besides," she said giving him a warm look, "I'm just glad to be home with you," she said stretching her body up to receive another kiss from him. Then, a serious look on her face stiffened her posture. "Only, just do me one favor. Think of it as a gift to me," she said without evidence of a smile. "What's the favor? Anything for you, my beautiful and sexy wife, the love of my life. Just name it." "I know you've been depressed lately and I know the holidays are not the best times for you but, please don't start drinking early and ruin this holiday in the way you did Thanksgiving," she said biting her lip. "You can drink, of course, but later this evening. We'll have a drink together," looking at him without speaking. "Okay?" "Okay." "Promise?" "I promise." "Thank you, John." "Anything for you, Baby," he said giving her another kiss. "And I'm sorry about ruining Thanksgiving. Apologize to your mother and your sister again for me, the next time you talk to them. I was just depressed, after having just been laid off. It won't happen again." "Yeah, well, my sister was a bit stunned when you burst in on her, while she was in the bathroom peeing and you stuck your cock in her mouth." Suddenly, the thought of Susan's sister, Diane, taking him in her mouth and blowing him, while he played with her tits and fingered her nipples, filled his mind with lust for his sister, again. Younger than Susan, she was just as pretty and just as hot. She had Susan's amazing breasts, a naturally inherited gift from their mother. Women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands of dollars for the breasts those three women had. He remembered Diane teasing him by leaning over him with her blouse unbuttoned and opened just enough for him to see down her bra and he'd always forget what he was about to say losing his thoughts in her deep cleavage. She knew he was a breast man and, while looking up at him, watching him looking down her shirt and knowing he was enjoying the view, she acted as if she didn't know her blouse was unbuttoned. She was such a cock tease and he was such a sucker for her womanly charms. The sight of her bra and cleavage and the imagined thoughts of what her tits looked like and her nipples felt like in his mouth, kept him aroused all evening long. If that wasn't enough to drive him wild with desire for his sexy sister, he revisited the vision of her sitting across from him in the living room constantly and continually crossing and uncrossing her legs and flashing him her pink, cotton, bikini panties every time she did and pretending she didn't realizing she was showing. The sexy sight of her underwear and the flashing appearance of her camel toe made him want her even more. He'd love to part her knees and stick his head between her shapely thighs, while licking and fingering her pussy. "That's not what happened," he said in a feeble attempt of defending a defenseless argument of being guilty of having sex with his wife's sister. Either way, he was guilty of getting a blowjob from his sister. At this point in time, it didn't matter who seduced whom, he was guilty of cheating on his wife with her sister, of all women, and the blame was squarely on his shoulders. "Oh, please, John. How could you cheat on me with my own sister?" "That's how she told you the story, but that's not how I remember the story and that's not how it really happened. I remember her coming on the me all evening long, teasing me and flaunting her body at me with her unbuttoned blouse and her short skirt. She didn't keep her knees closed the entire evening. After hours of her flashing me her bra and panty, I was aroused. I'm a guy. I'm guilty of being attracted to someone who looks exactly like you, especially since we haven't been intimate in a while. She made me horny. Besides, I was so very drunk. We both were. Let's not go over all this again. What's done is done. It's over and it will never happen again." "You weren't that drunk that you couldn't get it up, John," she said still showing signs of seething anger over what happened last month. "Gees, Susan, I told you. She was in the bathroom in the dark. I was drunk. I thought she was you. I was horny. You do look a lot alike. You could have been twins, instead of just sisters." "Oh, cut the crap. Four excuses rolled into one, it was dark, you were drunk, you were horny, and you mistook my sister for me. Bullshit! You're such an asshole," she said shooting him a hateful look. "I didn't know you were still down in the kitchen and with the bathroom door open, I thought she was you," he said knowing better and unable to sell it, even he didn't believe it. "Knock it off with that shit that you thought she was me. I don't believe that for a minute. You were just angry over some of the things she said during dinner combined with the lust you confessed you've always had for my sister. What you did in forcing my baby sister to do to you was just nasty, inexcusable, and unforgivable." "Yeah, well, your baby sister is no baby. She's a sexy and conniving woman. She knew exactly what she was doing and she did say some mean and nasty things to me. Besides, all guys want to do their hot sisters." "You think my sister is hot?" Susan flashed her husband an angry look, before looking down at her body and looking back up at him. "Hotter than me?" "No one is hotter than you, Susan," John said leaning in to kiss her on the forehead, while stealing a feel of her breast. "Well, just keep it in your pants for today. It's Christmas and I don't want that holiday ruined, too. My mom and sister will be stopping by just to drop off some food and gifts that they have for us and will return later this evening for dinner. So, please be on your best behavior." "Yeah, well, maybe, had your sister kept her mouth closed, instead of yapping at me all through dinner about me being out of a job, insinuating that it was my fault that I lost my job. Then, she couldn't drop it there, and had she not gone on and on about how there are no jobs, until after the holiday, I may not have felt the need to fill her pie hole with my cock." "Just ignore her please. You two are like oil and water." "Then just tell her to keep her blouse buttoned and her legs closed and not flashed me her bra and panties all evening long, then maybe I could have resisted her. Your sister is a cock tease and a bitch, just like your mother, you know, and then, when she finally gets a cock, she cries foul. She wanted to blow me, just as much as I wanted her to blow me." John wished he could have taken that back. He just admitted that he wanted Diane to blow him. There was no escaping this now. He was in it neck deep. "John, you yanked her hair and when she screamed you stuck your cock in her mouth and put a hand to the back of her head forcing her to blow you. You ejaculated in my sister's mouth, you pig," said Susan shooting her husband an angry look. "Do you remember that? Do you remember cumming off in my sister's mouth? You're lucky she didn't report you to the police. You're lucky she wasn't still married to Michael. Michael would have beat the shit out of you for what you did to her." "So your sister blew me. So what? And Michael is no saint either. He's done worse. I've been with Michael at some of the strip clubs he dragged me to see and seen some of the strippers he bragged about having done. Besides, I don't remember any of that, forcing your sister to blow me. I remember her coming on to me and not resisting me when I returned her attention. She was the one who left the bathroom door wide open, while she was sitting on the toilet and she was the one who invited me inside. She unzipped me, pulled out my cock, and sucked me off. We both had too much to drink." "Okay, enough, John. I really don't want to hear the sordid, incestuous details of you having sex with my baby sister. All I know is that, while I was downstairs cleaning up the kitchen, you were upstairs having sex with my sister." She flashed him a look of anger. "And what about my Mom? Do you remember my Mom catching you with my sister in the bedroom, later?" "Yeah, well, I was still very drunk. We both were. Even your mother was." "John, when my Mom pulled you away from my sister, you bent my mom over the bed, pulled her skirt up over her back and her panties down to her ankles and fucked her like a dog. You were out of control. Do you remember tearing her blouse wide open and lifting her bra over her breasts? My mom was crying," said Susan with tears suddenly appearing in her eyes. "My mom told me you forced her. She was so distraught. My dad was the only man my mom had ever known and was ever with and you defiled that sacred union by fucking my mom," she said wiping the tears away with her hand that ran down her cheeks. Suddenly, the image of Susan's mom bent over the bed and moaning, while his cock slid deeper in her pussy filled his mind with lustful desire for his mother. He remembered she had big, firm tits, a D cup, where Susan and Diane both have C cups. He remembered fingering Mommy's big nipples, while he fucked her from behind, doggie style, and as soon as he touched her nipples, she was wild with desire for him. She wasn't crying then, when his cock was buried deep inside her, in and out. She was having a fucking good time is how he remembered, while returning the rhythm of his humps with hers. Bark like a dog, he said to her, as he slapped her ass and she did. "Woof! Woof! Woof!" It's funny, he remembered thinking, how people bark like the dog that they own. Big dog owners bark in a deeper voice and small dog owners bark in a higher pitched voice. It's weird. "No. I don't remember that," he said lying through his teeth. "I don't remember anything. We've already been over this again and again, a thousand times. I told you, I was drunk and depressed. I told you, I wasn't myself. I told you and I told your sister and your mother that I'm sorry." "You weren't so drunk and depressed that you couldn't get it up to force my sister to blow you and my mom to fuck you like an animal." "I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. How many times can I say I'm sorry? Can we just drop it?" He looked at his wife wondering if he should burst her bubble of the image she had of her oh so self-righteous mother and decided he should. "And your mother is no innocent virgin. I didn't hear her screaming rape. I remember her moaning. I remember her enjoying it. I remember her returning my humps and taking my cock in deeper, while your sister watched me fucking her mother. Mommy took all that I had to give her. Maybe I was the first man who had his cock in her pussy, since your Dad died, and maybe I was only the second man she ever experienced sexually, but she was hungry for it." "That's quite enough, John! Stop! I don't want to hear anymore," she said putting her hands over her ears. "Don't you ever talk about my mother like that, again," she said pointing a stiff index finger at him. "My mom is a saint, virtuous, religious, and was devoted to my dad. My dad was the only man she had been intimate with and for you to take that away from her is unforgivable." "I'm sorry, Susan. I really am. I promise not to drink today, not a drop. And somehow, I'll make it up to your mother. I will. I'll go over to her house, clean her pool, clear her gutters, mow her lawn, rake her leaves, and shovel her snow, until the day I die. " "Okay, let's just forget it ever happened. We were all very drunk that day, too drunk. My sister admitted that she was horny and my Mom admitted that she was lonely. They both understand you were drunk and depressed and that it will never, ever happen again. It was the perfect storm for something like that to have happened, I understand that now and I apologize again for hitting you over the head with a vodka bottle. They forgave you. I forgive you and when you woke up in the hospital, you forgave me. It happened. It's history. It's over and it's done." John looked at his wife. She was so very beautiful. With her long, dark hair serving as a lush backdrop against her bright, green eyes, making her look like what he imagined a forest nymph or a sexy sea siren beckoning sailors from the shore would resemble, he always thought how lucky he was to get someone who looked like her. From the first day he met her a dozen years ago, at 5'9" inches tall and with the long legged body of a Goddess, she reminded him of Lynda Carter, of Miss America and Wonder Woman fame. They could have been sisters, that is, when Lynda Carter was younger, her age, 32, and in her prime. Now, Lynda has more than 20 years seniority on Susan. Only, she hurt him. He found out recently that Susan had been having an affair with her boss, before her boss was fired and she let go. She had lied to him about the affair, about being unfaithful, and about being fired. She said she was laid-off. Now, he wondered, if she lied about all of that, what else had she lied to him about? Maybe she was lying about loving him. Maybe her boss hadn't been the first one. Maybe there were more men in her life that she was doing on the side and behind his back. All he knew was he couldn't trust her anymore and he was heartbroken. He felt betrayed. He was angry. He wanted revenge. He couldn't help but feel used and abused and it all came to a head after the Thanksgiving day dinner. He reacted in a drunken rage to all the mean and nasty things Diane had said and forced her sister to blow him, before forcing himself on her big mouth, interfering bitch of a mother. Yeah, sure, her more than willing sister and accommodating mother were hardly victims. They enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed them. In his twisted mind, having her sister blow him and her mother fuck him was his convoluted way of getting back at his wife for what she did to him by cheating on him with her boss. Yeah, sure, he had sex with her sister and her mother, but when he thought more about what he had done in the clarity of sobriety, what did having Susan's sister blow him and her mother fuck him have anything to do with Susan having an affair with her boss? Nothing. He had skirted the issue and Susan had gotten away with doing her boss without punishment and without having to suffer the consequences of her actions with befitting repercussions. She didn't even have to admit and apologize to him for what she had done. She's the one who started all of this by having the affair and, now, she's playing the hurt victim. He wanted to put her over his knee and spank her. Just the imagined thought of him grabbing her by her wrist, pulling her forward and forcing her down over his knee, gave him an erection. He imagined lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties, as all his friends watched him discipline his unfaithful slut of a wife. Maybe, he'd do it in the backyard, while she was prancing around in her bikini and after she's had a few drinks. Boy, that would shock the shit out of her and embarrass her by exposing her round, white ass to all his friends, while he spanked her ass raw red. The imagined feel of his hand hitting her round firm buttocks again and again made him want to arrange that kind of public display of humiliation as his payback for how she hurt him by having sex with her boss. Much like the scarlet woman that she was, he wanted to strip her naked and exposed her to everyone. He wanted to take her somewhere and strip her in public. More than embarrassing her, he wanted to humiliate her, as much as she had humiliated him. The thought of her being embarrassed, humiliated, and mortified, the thought of her showing her body to other men, men they both knew and men who were strangers, filled him with a twisted lust to want to go ahead and give his wife a good public spanking. Because she was so beautiful and had him twisted around her finger, he had avoided confronting his wife with all that he knew about her sordid affair. Just looking at her melted his heart and made him her subservient puppet. Tired of her controlling him by using his lust for her against him with her beauty and body, he needed to do something more, something that would affect her personally. He needed to do something that would awaken her to his feelings, as to how she hurt him by being with another man. He needed to teach her a lesson and give her a lasting memory. He needed to give her something she'd never forget and that would make her think twice about cheating on him or on anyone ever again. A Christmas to be Remembered Drunk when he forced himself on her sister and mother, now he was the one who looked like the monster, while Susan feigned the injured and faithful wife. Admittedly, he knew what he was doing, when he molested her sister and assaulted her mother, but because of the combination of the lust he held for her sister and mother and the alcohol that removed his common decency, commonsense, and self-control, he had little control to stop himself from doing it. His better judgment was altered by the amount of alcohol he had consumed relative to the amount of teasing her sister did by flaunting her body and the amount of lustful rage he felt for her mother. Testosterone filled machismo, then, there was the desired need to show her sister and her mother that he was a man, after they said such horrible things over the years that made him feel so emasculated. In hindsight, when he thought about it in that way, he was the victim in all of this and not any of them. Yeah, that's it. How do you like me now? Huh? How do you like me now that I'm no longer your pawn and your victim. How do you like me now that I'm a man, who has taken back his manhood, after losing his job and his identity, by taking his sister and mother-in-law sexually. How do you like me now, bitches, my bitches? Conversely, what was Susan's excuse for having an affair? She hadn't been drinking. She was at work and was supposed to be working. Why would she want her boss, when she had someone like him at home, better in every way, other than he wasn't gainfully employed. The fact that she chose to do her boss, a man who had a job and who was making a lot of money, told him why. She was attracted to his power and he was powerless to stop her. Only, when he forced himself on her sister and her mother, he didn't realize that they would be so receptive to his sexual advances. Instead of rebuking him, instead of fighting him, and instead of screaming for Susan's help, they embraced his desire for them. His sister sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, as if she was a ten thousand dollar call girl and he was a billionaire. What was her reason for having sex with her brother-in-law? His mother-in-law moved her big ass and humped his cock deeper in her pussy, while he fondled her massive tits and fingered her big, nipples. What was her reason for having sex with her son-in-law? They all had a reason to do what they did and they all had a way to justify the things that they did. Susan blamed the loss of her job on the recession, but he knew better. Only, she didn't know that he knew of her indiscretion with her boss that cost her job. Feeling he had the upper hand in knowing her secret, he knew she lost her job because of the complications that arose from the affair, after it was made public and once the shit hit the proverbial fan. He had overheard her talking to her sister, Diane, about the affair and, since then, he's been making it a habit of listening to her cell phone conversations, whenever he could and without being obvious and making her suspicious. He needed to know how long the affair had been going on and if there were others. He needed to know if she loved her boss or if it was just something that happened. He needed to know if she still loved him or was just playing him. He needed to know and to find out the truth, and to do that, he needed to listen. It was easy to overhear her talking on the cell phone. As if she was alone, oblivious to her surroundings with her cell phone pressed to her ear, while she twirled her hair with her other hand, she became preoccupied with the conversation and paid no attention to his presence in the house. A matter of trust, she trusted him to never violate her privacy and he never gave her reason not to trust him. Besides, she must have thought that he couldn't hear, whenever she whispered, but he could and he did. Blessed with good hearing, especially with something as important as this, he heard every word his cheating wife said about having sex with another man. It had been an issue between them, when her ex-boyfriend had overheard her talking on the cell phone and invaded her privacy by imagining the worst of her. From hearing a one sided-conversation, he had deduced she was having an affair, when she said she wasn't. Yet, now, she was having an affair. He heard her confess the illicit affair with her boss to her sister. He wondered if she had cheated on her boyfriend in the way that she's cheating on him now. Once a cheat, always a cheat, truisms are true for a reason. Nonetheless, she never told him the whole story of why they split, but he knew enough of what happened between them to know that she'd be upset, if he repeated what her boyfriend had done by violating her privacy and listening to her personal cell phone conversations. Only, now that he overheard what she had done, he needed to learn more of what else she did and who else she did it with. Besides, this was more than a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. This was a marriage and she was his wife. Yet, what did it matter? Their marriage was over, anyway. He could never forgive her for being with another, just as she would never forgive him for forcing her sister to blow him and forcing her mother to fuck him. A faithful husband before, he was a cad, now, despicable in his lust for her sister and mother, and unforgivable for acting on his base desires. How could he do that? Why did he do that? Jeopardizing all that he had with Susan for a blowjob from her sister and a fuck from her mother was hugely erotically exciting, but not worth it when the downside was possibly losing Susan's love. Yet, he knew why. His wife made him jealous and these three Witches of Eastwick made him feel less of a man. Maybe, had he been employed and earning a living, he wouldn't feel that way, but he did. They made him feel vulnerable and it backfired on them. If there was anyone to blame, it was them and not him. After only hearing half the conversations, things taken out of context was a big deal to her. An English major in college, she was as much of a stickler for good grammar, as she was for being misquoted. He had promised her that he'd never do that, listen to her private telephone conversations, take things said out of context, deduce the other end of the conversation, and then use what he had heard against her. Only, now, he was doing just that by, somehow, getting even with her for the conversation he overhead. She trusted him and she took him at his word that he'd never violate that trust, but she violated his trust first by having the affair. Listening to her private cell phone conversation was mild in comparison to what she had done in giving her boss a blowjob. Slut, slut, slut, she's nothing but a cheating slut. There comes a time when a man has to do, what a man has to do, to discover the truth, about his wife, the one he loves. King of the castle, still head of the household, he needed to take back the pants that his wife, sister, and mother-in-law had continually taken from him to wear. Now, of a different and empowering mindset, if they take his pants, he'll give them his cock. Certainly, he didn't feel good about eavesdropping on his wife, but he listened to what she was saying to her sister with great interest. He needed to know before deeming her guilty and bringing their marriage to an end. He needed to know before executing his plan of revenge on her. "I had an affair with my boss to keep from losing my job," he heard her say to her sister, while talking to her on her cell phone. At first, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. Then, he figured, it was a joke. She knew, no doubt, that he was standing there, just outside the door listening, and said that for his benefit, to tease him now and to chastise him, later, for listening to her personal and private cell phone conversation. Only, as the reality of her having an affair with her boss washed away, whatever good thoughts he had held for her, he was dumbstruck. The words 'affair with my boss' froze him in place. He was angry. He was excited. Back and forth, his emotions played with his head and he just wanted to run in there and shake her before slapping her. Without having a job, not having any money, and with the distorted noise of the holidays interfering with his ability to get in the spirit of Christmas and to feel good will to all men and women, she made him feel even more emasculated by her having had an affair, now, of all time with of all people, her boss. Her boss was nothing to look at. A man in his late forties, he was short and paunchy. John wasn't worried about losing Susan to him. He knew she didn't love him. He knew she didn't want him. He knew that it was just a onetime thing. He knew it was, as much his fault that she strayed, as much as it was her fault. Everywhere he went, there was no escaping Christmas music. She had the radio on in the background playing Christmas music, no doubt to filter her conversation making it more difficult for him to hear. With Jose Feliciano's Feliz Navidad playing endlessly in his head, he was mad with a rage for the sudden tragedy of his life that spawned his need to strike out at her, his beloved wife, in retribution for what she had done to make him feel so powerless, so angry, and so sad. "Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, prospero ano y felicidad. Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, prospero ano y felicidad. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart." He wanted to smash the radio and slap her. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold and hug her forever, while crying away the pain of his spiraling life. While Jose Feliciano's song played endlessly through his brain, he stood stunned, disbelieving what he had just heard. Wanting not to believe it, wanting to still trust her, he was sorry he had overheard her private conversation. Now, consumed with hurt, and feeling a jealous rage swell up from deep down inside him, he stood transfixed just outside the room, but still within earshot, staining to listen to all that she was saying. Knowing he was breaking their one sacred rule, invading her privacy, he listened. Only, especially after hearing what he just heard, he felt it was his duty, as her husband, to know what she had done and where he stood in their relationship. "My boss had been pressuring me, harassing me to give him sex. His inappropriate sexual behavior has been going on for months. I had said no to him numerous times before, but ever since John lost his job, he's changed and so hasn't our relationship. We haven't been intimate in a while," she said and pausing before talking again. "Certainly, I'm not blaming my affair on John nor am I using his sudden lack of interest in me and desire in sex as an excuse, but suddenly John wasn't giving me what I need and what I want and my boss was willing and able to take care of my wants and needs. John doesn't pay me the compliments I'm used to hearing and is no longer interested in wanting to have sex with me, as often as I need. He's more consumed with drinking, watching sports, and looking at porn and reading erotic literature on the computer. In a weak moment, I was horny, vulnerable, and stupid." "Do you love your boss," he imagined Diane asking her sister. "Love him? Good grief, no, I don't love my boss. I love John, I do, I really do. It was just a onetime thing and if I could change what happened and what I did, I would. I'm embarrassed by it all. It's all so much like a nightmare now. I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I never did what I did. I feel so wicked, so dirty, and so guilty. How could I do that to the man I love? How could I have disrespected him like that, after all we've been through together?" "Why didn't you tell John about your boss hitting on you," he imagined Diane asking. "Tell John? Are you nuts? After losing his job and drinking more, he's been too angry to tell him that I had sex with my boss. I wish I could have told John that my boss had been making advances, but if I did, he would have confronted my boss and given him the beating that he deserved, and if that happened, I'd definitely lose my job and John would find himself in jail. At least, now, I'm collecting unemployment." Although he couldn't hear the other end of the conversation and what her sister was saying, he imagined it, piecing it together from what Susan said in response and in the way she said it. "So tell me the sordid details of the affair," he imagined her sister asking. "Over the course of a few months of my boss always at me, telling me all the things I needed to hear, making comments about how pretty I am, about the clothes I wore, touching me, and telling me he wished I were his wife, I relented. I started dressing the part, too. I enjoyed the attention he gave me. I admit I teased him by wearing lower cut tops that opened when I leaned over his desk and gave him a good view of my bra and shorter skirts that flashed him my panty when I sat across from him to take his dictation. Finally, after a couple of drinks over lunch, I allowed him to kiss me. It all happened so fast and it all developed from one kiss." Suddenly, Susan was quiet and John leaned down to peer through the keyhole to see what she was doing. She was taking a sip of water. Then, as if she was thinking about the kiss and being kissed, he watched her finger her hair, rolling it in a curl, before unrolling it. He knew her behavior and when she did that she was thinking about her boss kissing her. It was then that he just wanted to barge in the room and slap her for what he imagined were her thoughts for her boss. Then, she started talking again. "It was a tender kiss that turned from being romantic to being hugely erotic to being very passionate. Once, I allowed him to kiss me and once I returned his kiss, we were making out like horny teenagers at a drive-in movie, and from that, he took it as if I gave him permission, a golden, irrevocable invitation to do everything else. All at once, his hands were everywhere touching me and feeling me under my blouse and skirt. Lost in his lustful kisses, by the time I reacted to his hand touching my breast, he was already groping and cupping my ass or fingering my pussy through my panty. He wasn't a man to be denied. Besides, I like it a little rough and I feebly resisted him. I enjoy being forced and playing the victim. Forcing himself upon me was a total turn on and his unbridled lust for me was what I needed at the time." "Was he a good kisser," he imagined her sister asked by Susan's response. "Yes, he's a good kisser. Once I started making out with him and became lost in his kisses, he knew I'd go along with whatever he wanted me to do and I did. He touched me everywhere going beneath my blouse and bra feeling my tit and fingering my nipple. Then, he lifted my skirt and felt my ass through my panty, before running his hand along the front me and cupping my pussy. Then, he pushed my panty aside and fingered me, feeling my wetness, teasing my clit, and probing me deeper with his long, stiff fingers. God, I was so hot for him. If we were anywhere else but in his office, I would have fucked him right there on the desk and on the floor." Again, as if the talking made her parched, she took another sip of water before continuing and John took the pause to straighten up before retaking his post at the keyhole. Especially with the radio in the background softly playing Christmas music, he could make out what she was saying better when looking at her through the keyhole, watching her facial expressions and, as if reading her lips, staring at her lips. "He felt me up, groped me, and took out my tits right there in his private office. I was nervous, I was embarrassed, and I was excited all at the same time. Hungry for affection, I loved the attention he was giving me. He stared at my tits, as if he had never seen tits before. His wife has small breasts, A cups. He was mad for my tits. He loved my big breasts. Once he had my tits out, he was all over them touching them, feeling them, and sucking them. I don't know if you're the same way Diane, but it makes me wicked horny to have my nipples fingered and sucked and I was so hot for him by the time he was done focusing his attention on my nipples that I would have done anything. At that point, even though I never tried it, I would have given him anal sex, if he had wanted it. I was so hot and horny that he could have fucked me up the ass right there in his office." "My nipples aren't as sensitive as yours," he imagined her sister saying, by how Susan responded. "Well, my nipples are very sensitive. I must take after mother. She was always saying her nipples were sore, we thought it was menopause. Maybe she was just horny," she said with a laugh. "I can't imagine mother being horny. Can you? Eww. Gross. I can't imagine her and Daddy doing it," she said with a laugh. He could hear them both laughing over their mother being horny and having sex with her husband, their father. Only, he knew the real truth about their mother. She was a vixen. Now, that he had fucked her, he wondered if she sucked cock. It's a crap shoot with women that age. Some will suck the chrome off a bumper, while others will just dabble a bit. "Then, what happened," he imagined her sister asking. "Well, while he was sucking my tits, he took my hand and put it on his cock and I played with him through his pants. I love feeling a man's cock through his pants and it's been a while since I have. It excites me. He felt so hard and so big. Then, I don't know what came over me, I was so horny, that I unzipped him, stuck my hand in his pants and pulled out his cock. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to see it. It had been a while, twelve years, since I had seen and felt another man's cock. I couldn't stop staring at it. For such a small man, he had a big cock. It was so big, so thick, so long, and so very hard, that I couldn't stop looking at it and touching it. If I was anywhere but his office, I would have let him fuck me with that monster." "What about John? He's big and hard," he imagined Diane saying her sister. "I still can't believe I blew him. I was so very drunk. I'm sorry, Susan." "Yeah, we all were a little too drunk Diane, but let's forget that every happened. Now we both know that John has a big cock, but ever since he's been drinking, he hasn't been as hard and I don't think he was ever as hard, as was my boss, on that day. It's been a while since I've even seen John's cock and my boss's cock made me so horny. I couldn't wait to touch it, feel it, and wrap my hand around it, and when I did, finally, I couldn't help but start stroking him. I wanted to jerk him off, to masturbate him. I wanted to give him a hand job. I wanted to see him cum." "What did it feel like," he imagined her sister asking. "His cock felt so good in my hand, only, as soon as I started stroking him, giving him a hand job, he put his big hand to my shoulder and pushed down. We were in his office at work behind his locked door. We didn't have a lot of time. I knew what he wanted me to do. Never having had another cock in my mouth, since my ex-boyfriend and since I met John, I couldn't believe I got down on my knees, opened my mouth, took him inside, and sucked him. It felt so exciting to have another man's cock in my mouth. I was hungry for it and for him." "You blew him," again, reading between the lines, he guessed at what Diane was saying. "Yes, I blew my boss. I fell to my knees and stroked him before taking his big, hard, hairy cock in my mouth. It felt so good to finally have his cock in my mouth, after all the compliments, teasing, and sexual innuendoes he had said to me over the months, it felt good to pay him back for the attention he gave me. I love giving head, anyway, and it had been so very long since I've had anyone's cock, other than John's cock, in my mouth. It felt so very good to blow someone else and he was really getting off on me sucking him." A Christmas to be Remembered "Then what," he imagined Diane asking when Susan paused to take a sip of water. "He put a hand to the back of my head and was humping my mouth and really fucking my face. Actually, I truly missed sucking cock. I used to enjoy it when dating. I enjoyed taking control of the guys who dated me and giving them what they all wanted. If only they knew that I wanted to blow them, as much as they wanted me to blow them. Only, it was all a game, especially back then. I didn't want them to know that I was the cum slut for cock and the cocksucker that I was. It was just so exciting to watch their facial expressions, while stroking them and watching them wonder if I was really going to blow them, have them cum in my mouth, and swallow their warm, gooey loads." "How many blowjobs do you think you gave," again he imagined Diane asking? "I have no idea how many blowjobs I gave, how many cocks I've sucked, but I gave and sucked a lot, dozens, hundreds, maybe, I don't know. Sucking cock was my specialty, back then. I was young and usually making out in some guy's car and once he started fingering my nipples, I couldn't stop him from sucking my tits. Once he sucked my tits, I knew I'd be sucking his cock. Definitely, I'd rather suck his cock than to just give him a hand job." "You're such a pig, Susan," he actually heard Diane say over the cell phone with raucous laughter. "We didn't have room enough to fuck in the car back then or money for a motel, so I sucked," she said with a laugh. "I was the blowjob queen, a real cum slut, and a great cocksucker back then in college. Giving head was always something I looked forward to doing with a guy I liked. Only, I was hungry for my boss's cock and I gave him one of the best blowjobs I ever gave anyone. Moving my head back and forth, in and out, while making all the right cock sucking slurping sounds, I had him moaning in no time." "Did he cum," he imagined her sister asking by how Susan responded. "Did he cum? He shot a huge load of cum in my mouth. I had so much cum in my mouth that I thought he was done, but when I pulled his prick out of my mouth, he let go of another load that got me square in my face. I had his cum everywhere, in my hair, up my nose, and in my eyes. He really gave me quite the cum bath." "How did they find out about the affair," John guessed again at the other side of the conversation. "Oh, I don't know how so many of my co-workers found out about the affair, unless he told someone, but they did. They all knew. Somehow it seemed they all found out about the affair. After a while, it was as if everyone knew or, at least, I was self-conscious and guilty feeling that everyone knew. I felt like the scarlet woman," she said with a laugh. "They'd all stop talking, whenever I walked in the lunchroom and begin talking again, as soon as I left." "It must have been an uncomfortable work environment," he imagined Diane saying by Susan's response. "Yeah, it was an uncomfortable work environment, an understatement, to say the least. The employees in payroll were miffed and more than suspicious when my boss gave me a big raise in pay and I figured that they started the gossip. Even his wife knew, I think, because friendly before, she gave me the cold shoulder after, whenever she came in the office. And whenever she called asking for her husband before, we'd shoot the breeze for a few minutes. Now, she doesn't even call. She just made surprise visits, hoping to catch him in the act, I figured." After listening to Susan's private telephone conversation with her sister, John was jealous with a rage he had never known. Only, as much as he was angry, he was excited by all that he overheard. He imagined the pillow talk he could have with Susan in her telling him about all the men she blew, while she stroked his cock before sucking it. Suddenly, filled with lustful desire, he wished he could have been in the room to watch her boss pawing and kissing his wife. It would have been hot to watch her boss touching her tits, feeling her ass, and fingering her pussy. He wished he could have watched Susan stroking another man's cock, before blowing him. He wished he could have watched her receiving a cum bath from her boss. Yet, excitement gave way to anger and his emotions teetered back and forth, whenever he thought about his wife with another man. Afraid to breathe for fear of being detected standing just outside the room, he stood silently still and listened to her talking to her sister. "Did you fuck him," he imagined her sister asking or more appropriately, knowing the lady her sister is, "Did you make love?" "No, I didn't fuck him. I couldn't. I just couldn't and I'm glad I didn't. I couldn't bear to have intercourse with him, to be with him naked in a hotel room, that would be cheating," she said. As if allowing him to touch her, kiss her, feel her up and take out, suck, and play with her tits, while she unzipped him, took his cock out of his pants, and stroked him before falling to her knees and blowing him wasn't cheating. He'll never understand women. Guys think blowjobs are a big deal but, obviously, women don't feel the same way about sucking another man's cock. They'd rather give someone a blowjob than to fuck them. Blowjobs aren't as personal, I guess, as laying with a man, while naked. Later in the week, he overheard her talking to her sister again and found out that she thought no one would find out about their affair, but a jealous co-worker reported them. It seems the whole company had been talking about their affair and everyone knew she was doing the boss. Their affair effected the morale of the other employees, too, enough that a complaint reached the corporate office. Then, after an internal, company investigation with a kangaroo court presided over by a manager flown in from the home office, who was looking more to cut payroll than to discipline his employees that had broken company policy, they were both fired, she told her sister. No doubt, by firing them both and saving the company their salaries, the manager was hoping to better the bottom line, while preserving his own bonus in a tough economy. Only, they didn't know the fighter that Susan was. It wasn't fair, but it was her reality and now John's reality, too, having to live with the both of them being out of work and having no money. Her company finally relented and allowed her to collect unemployment, after she threatened to file a sexual harassment lawsuit against them. Not knowing the details, that is, until he heard her talking about her affair to her sister, he always wondered why, if she was let go, she wasn't allowed to collect unemployment. Now, he knew. Now, with him being unemployed and having too much free time on his hands, the information that his beautiful wife had been unfaithful to him weighed heavily on his mind. It was all that he could think about. Imagining the worst, he imagined his wife with all sorts of men. He was depressed and started drinking even more than he did when first losing his job. Much like a video without an end, the imagined image of her boss with his wife, touching her, feeling her, unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her tits, so that he could see them, touch them, feel them, caress them, and suck them, played endlessly through his mind, while he masturbated over the thoughts of it. Back and forth, his thoughts played with his mind. He imagined Susan on her knees sucking her boss's cock, while her boss humped and fucked her face, before cumming off in her mouth and she swallowing all that he had to give. Then, he imagined the cum bath she got, when her boss shot a second load all over her pretty face. He was incensed that she had an affair, but excited with the thoughts of her having sex with another man, a man that he knew and had met and that he could better imagine him with his wife. Then, once the excitement passed, after he masturbated the excitement of her affair away, the thought that she returned her boss's kisses by surrendering him her tongue, while she reached down and felt his cock through his pants before unzipping him, taking him out and stroking him, before sucking him, drove him mad with rage again. The thought of another man touching his wife and his wife being the willing partner was more than he could stand. The inactivity of not working and having little of importance to do, he felt as if he had lost his identity and purpose when he lost his job. Filled with the imagined images of his wife with her boss, the boredom from being at home was making him stir crazy and now he wanted revenge. Consumed with anger that she cheated on him and driven by lustful thoughts of seeing his wife with others, it was his turn to get even. Indeed, what he had planned would be more his Christmas gift than her Christmas gift. He needed and wanted to betray her trust, the trust that she had broken. He needed to teach her a lesson. He needed and wanted to get even by using her to play out his sexual fantasy of watching his wife being with other men, two, three, even four other men, while being gangbanged. After what she had done to him by breaking her marriage vows and cheating on him, he was entitled to, at least, that much. He didn't care if what he was about to do would cost him his marriage, as far as he was concerned, it was already over, when she had broken her vows by blowing her boss and allowing him to touch her everywhere. How could he ever trust her again? She was a sneak, a cheat, and a liar. She was a slut and a whore. All this time he thought that she was virtuous and faithful and to find out that she's a cum slut and a cocksucker, was so jarring that it awakened a twisted rage in him. God only knows how many cocks she sucked in college. Then, he imagined all those times when he was out with her and guys were staring at her. He wondered if they were men she had dated and blown and who had recognized her. He felt humiliated. He felt that everyone was laughing at him for marrying the blowjob queen of the college campus. He wondered where she really went, when she said she was going to the mall and didn't return home with any packages, telling him that nothing appealed to her. Didn't appeal to her, my ass. Maybe, she was out sucking some guys cock. His mind traveled back and forth from the past to the present, with the past having too much of an effect on his present. Now, he was back in the bedroom with his beloved Susan and it was Christmas day. This was the day of her Christmas surprise, a surprise, she'd never forget. "I do have a surprise for you, though. My special Christmas gift to you," he said with a forced smile. "You do? Oh goody. I like surprises," she said rubbing her hands together and sitting up taller in bed. "Now, that you have my attention and have me all excited, what's the surprise?" "I can't tell you," he said leaning into his wife and giving her a loving kiss on the lips. "It's a surprise." "See? I told you we can still have a good Christmas without spending any money." "Go take a shower and make yourself look pretty. The surprise will be ready when you are," he said giving her breast a loving squeeze before giving her a pat on her ass with another peck on the lips. "Okay," she said scooting off the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. "I can't wait. I'm so excited. Merry Christmas, John." "Merry Christmas, Susan. Ho, ho, ho." As soon as John heard the water running, he made a few calls, while getting dressed, hoping to get his plan in action. Even though it was Christmas morning, a time when husbands and fathers should be spending their quality time together, as a family, he had no difficultly recruiting willing volunteers he needed to participate in a impromptu gangbang with his wife. "Hello, Dave? Hello, Jim? Hello, Bob? Hello, Sam?" One by one he called his four friends. Without telling them what he had planned and what the surprise was, one by one, he cajoled his friends into abandoning their wives and children to come over and participate and to be part of Susan's special Christmas present. He knew they were all hot for Susan and would grasp at any excuse to see her, while staring at her. Yeah, that's what they all did whenever they were around her. They stared. She was that beautiful and that vexing. That was the control she possessed over men and men ate it up. Nearly an hour later, after Susan primped and preened herself, she looked as beautiful as the first day he saw her rollerblading in the park. Even after all these years, just the sight of her made his heart race. She mesmerized him. "I'm not going to kiss you because I don't want to ruin your lipstick," he said tenderly touching her cheek. "You look beautiful and I love that nightgown on you." "Thank you, John," she said with a sexy smile. "You can kiss me," she said giving him a questioning look. "I don't care if you ruin my lipstick. I can put on more." "Even though that nightgown is my favorite and you look so sexy in it, take it off, please. I need for you to be naked to give you your special Christmas surprise," he said giving her a sexy smile. "Oh, John, you're such an animal. Okay," she said quickly removing her nightgown, while being careful not to mess her hair. "I love your body," he said fondling her breast and fingering her nipple, while wrapping an arm around her slim waistline and allowing his hand to travel the length of her back and negotiate the firm curve of her behind before cupping and squeezing her magnificent ass. With a 36-23-36 figure, even though she was a dozen years older than the day he met her, the years had been kind to her and she still looked amazing naked. Just the sight of her standing there naked made him wild with lust for her. "I don't understand why you can't kiss me," she said. "I thought your gift to me was you," she said reaching down to feel his cock through his pants and teasing him by slowly and seductively tracing the length of him with her fingers, before sensually massaging the head of his prick with the tips of her fingers. "Oh, I have something much better in mind for you than me, Susan." "You do? What? Tell me," she said getting closer to him to whisper her warm breath in his ear. "What's better than you naked and lying between my legs, while licking my pussy, before stuffing it with that big, thick, long cock of yours?" "It's a surprise. You'll see. Now, come with me to the bed. I'm just going to tie this scarf around your eyes." "Oh, John," she said in a gush. "You're giving me my sexual fantasy, aren't you? Oh, my gosh, I'm so excited. I've wanted this for so very long, but was afraid to ask for fear you'd think me a slut." "Yes, baby, I'm giving you your sexual fantasy" he said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "And I'd never think of you as a slut, just sexy." "Only, how did you know this was my fantasy?" "I heard you telling your sister on the phone about your secret sexual fantasy." "You did?" She paused giving him a long questioning look, "What else did you hear me tell my sister?' In the way she looked at him, he knew she wondered if he heard her talking about her affair. "Nothing else, just that," he said tying the blindfold and fixing it to make sure she couldn't see. "When I walked in the room one day after you had been out drinking with your sister and she had called you to talk, I happened to hear you say that your sexual fantasy was to be blindfolded and tied to the bed, while I ravished you." Then, he put headphones on her. "Oh, you did? I don't remember having that conversation with my sister, but John, what's this?" Sidetracked away from questioning him overhearing her tell her sister her secret fantasy, he was glad that he turned her focus of attention away from his lie. She lifted the headphone from her ear. "Why the headphones?" "Sensory deprivation. If you can't see and hear, your other senses, smell, taste, and touch will increase by compensating for the loss of the others. The sex will be more vivid in every way." "And how do you know all this?" "I read it in Playboy," he said with a laugh. "You're too funny," she said laughing, too. "Let me help you," he said leading his blindfolded wife to bed. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to get you ready, before I get myself ready." "Oh, John, Darling, are you going to make me do wicked, dirty, and nasty things?" "You have no idea the wicked, dirty, and nasty things I have in mind for you to do, Susan. Yes, I plan on celebrating the Christmas holiday by making you my little cum slut, baby." "Oh, John, I love it when you talk dirty to me." "I'm going to put the headphones back on you and all communication will end. Okay?" "Okay." He tied a scarf around her left wrist and tied that to the bed post. Then, he tied a second scarf to her right wrist and tied that to the bed post. Next, he tied her ankles to the bed posts, first one and then the other. Now, with her tied spread eagled and blindfolded, while wearing sound blocking headphones, she was his to do whatever was his fantasy and, unfortunately, not necessarily her fantasy. He walked over to her, kissed her on the forehead, felt her perfect C cup breast and fingered her nipple to an erection, first one and then the other, before tracing her pussy slit with his finger. Pausing to insert his finger, she was already wet. It was obvious that just the anticipation of him blindfolding her and tying her to the bed had excited her enough that he could do anything to her at this point. She was his to control. Had he known before how much she was into bondage, he would have tried this years ago. "I'll be right back, Sweetie," he said lifting one side of her headphone. "Don't worry," she laughed. "I'm not going anywhere," she said gently pulling at her ties and giggling. "I just need to get something from the downstairs bathroom," he said putting the headphone back over her ear. "Hurry back, John, I'm horny," she said louder than necessary, unable to hear her own voice. "I need to feel cock. I want cock. I need to suck your cock," she said humping the air with her hips, while wetting her lips with her tongue. "I love sucking cock," she said with John already gone from the room and for no one to hear. "Cocks you shall have, Sweetie," he said from outside the room. "Cocks you shall feel and cocks you shall suck. I'll be right back," he said knowing she couldn't hear him. John ran down the stairs and let his friends inside, Bob and Dave, his poker buddies, Jim his golfing partner, and Sam, his ex-co-worker. Having been to the house many times, all of them knew Susan well enough to have lusted over her for years, especially after having seen her in a bikini at one of her infamous pool parties. While drunk and drinking, all of them have groped her in the deep, dark end of the pool and all of them have confessed to John what a lucky bastard he was to have someone like her in his life. Their wives, all a few pounds overweight and with none of them possessing the extraordinary beauty that Susan had, paled in comparison to her. When John mentioned his Christmas surprise was for Susan, it wasn't very difficult to get them here on Christmas Day. He didn't even have to tell them what he had planned. His friends, all affluent and successful in their careers, were eager to be part of the holiday festivities, so long as it involved Susan. Only, they had no idea that Susan would be the Christmas centerpiece of John's surprise. Full of the holiday spirit, his four friends stepped inside from the frosty cold. They stomped the snow from their feet and warmed their hands by rubbing them together, while greeting their host. "Hi Bob, Merry Christmas," said John shaking hands with one and all. "Merry Christmas, Dave, Jim, Sam." A Christmas to be Remembered "Merry Christmas to you, too, John," they all said nearly in unison, much like a Christmas chorus. "Listen, I want to give my wife a special Christmas surprise." "Oh, yeah," said Bob. "What is it?" "It's...a gangbang." "A gangbang," said Dave." "Are you all interested?" John looked from one to the other. Stunned silence set the mood from holiday spirit to sexual excitement. The four men looked from one to the other, while each one waited for someone to take the lead and speak. "Susan? A gangbang? John it's 9am on Christmas Day," said Bob finally. "Have you been hitting the eggnog already?" "Long story short, the gangbang is payback for Susan cheating on me with her boss." "Seriously? Susan cheated on you? So," said Sam, "she doesn't know about the gangbang?" "No. It's a surprise," said John with and evil and vindictive laugh. "Gee, I don't know, John. Yeah, I'd love to do Susan," said Jim. "You know I've always been attracted to her, but what if she reports us to the police." "She won't do that. It will never happen. She's not like that. I know her. It will just be between us. She'll blame me, no one else. If anything, we'll fight over it, maybe even divorce. Yet, as far as I'm concerned our marriage ended when she took her boss's cock in her mouth." "When are you having the gangbang," said Sam looking up the stairs? "Right now. She's already upstairs naked, tied to the bed, blindfolded, horny, and waiting." "Now? John, it's Christmas morning," said Dave. "My kids and my wife just finished opening their gifts. I need to get back home. We're having her family over for dinner, later." "Then, if they've already opened their gifts, you're free to spend a couple hours here pleasuring my wife. Dinner's not for several hours. You're wife knows you always watch the football games on Christmas. You can call her and tell her that your here watching the game with the guys." It was like that with all of them Bob, Jim, and Sam. Their reluctance quickly turned from a foreboding feeling of doing something illegally wrong to having an excited lust by the prospect of experiencing Susan sexually. Albeit, even though they were all eager and more than agreeable to be with Susan, they all wanted some assurance that they wouldn't be arrested and hauled into jail for sexual assault and/or rape. They not only had reputations and marriages to protect but also a level of wealth to preserve. They didn't want to be hauled into Civil Court and sued either. It's always been Susan's fantasy to be blindfolded and tied up, while having hot sex and made to do wicked, dirty, and nasty things, things that she wouldn't ordinarily do, unless she was forced and coerced to do them, while bound to the bed, of course. Being helplessly tied to the bed gave her the excuse that she wouldn't have been so wicked, dirty, and nasty, had she not been forced. Only, her idea of having hot sex, while doing wicked, dirty, and nasty things, was with her husband and not with her husband's friends. She'd never go for that, not in a million years. She may have cheated on him by sucking her boss's cock, but she did what she thought she needed to do to keep her job. He knew his wife wasn't a slut and he knew that what he was about to do by allowing his friends to have their way with his wife was as unforgivable, as it would be an unforgettable Christmas gift. In the time that Susan showered, primped, and preened, his four friends had assembled outside her front door in the cold chill of Christmas. With no one out and about and everyone inside their homes enjoying Christmas day, the four friends huddled together talking and stomping their feet trying to stay warm, while waiting for John to open the front door. Finally, the door opened and John stood there in his slippers, pajama bottoms, and robe. They all entered John's home in a huddled mass. "Shh," he whispered to his friends. "Take your clothes off down here and be quiet coming upstairs. I don't want her to know you're all here. You'll ruin the surprise. And until I give you the signal, you can only touch her one at a time. Then, when I signal you again, you must step away and give someone else a turn." John looked from one to the other. "When she realizes that it's not me giving her pleasure, when she figures out she's being gangbang, you can all have a go at her." He turned to them. "And just one last thing. No kissing. Okay? She's still my wife." His friends nodded their confirmations that they understood the rules. Quickly his four friends stripped naked and followed John upstairs and into his bedroom. A Polaroid moment, the sight of four naked men walking up the staircase, each of them with an erection, their shadows leering large against the white wall, would have made a nice photo, in the way that he imagined monsters loomed in the dark. As if she was an exhibit on display at an erotic show or a sacrifice being made upon her bed, instead of on an altar, the four men stopped at the bedroom door and stared at the sight of Susan's natural beauty. A vision to behold, Susan was as naked as the day she was born, blindfolded, and tied to the bed spread eagled. If any of the men had any doubts before of not going through with this gangbang for the sake of their marriages, reputations, and the legal consequences, it disappeared with the naked sight of her. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, so willing, and so ready, and every man had an erection in anticipation of having their way with her. As if afraid to touch her, as if this was a surreal dream, they stood staring at Susan's nakedness, before looking away from her to look at John, while awaiting his signal and before looking back at her. John motioned to his poker buddy, Bob, and he walked to Susan. Gently, he fell between her legs and slowly started licking her pussy. His hands felt the shapeliness of her thighs, before reaching beneath her and cupping her sweet ass and using her hips, as a leverage to pull her pussy closer to his mouth. Then, he reached up to touch, feel, and caress her perfect C cup tits and finger her erect nipples. Susan squirmed and moaned her pleasure of having her nipples fingered, while being eaten. "Oh, John, Baby. That feels so good. Eat me, Baby, eat me. Lick my pussy, while pulling my nipples. Yeah, stick your tongue up there and your fingers, too." John had hoped that sensory deprivation of using the headphones and blindfold, would numb Susan enough that she wouldn't be able to discern that it wasn't John touching her and licking her. He realized he couldn't fool her completely, but he'd cross that bridge when she discovered the sham. Bob stayed there licking and fingering her for only a few minutes, before he looked to John. John gave him encouragement with a nod of his head and Bob got up and walked around to Susan's head. He put a knee to the bed and moved his cock closer to Susan's willing mouth. As soon as the head of his cock touched her lip, she accepted his cock, as if she were a hungry animal. She sucked his prick with loud slurping sounds. It was excitingly erotic to watch and to hear Susan suck Bob's cock. Gently Bob fucked her mouth. Before it progressed too far and past the point of no return, John waved Bob away. He wasn't ready for his friend to cum in his wife's mouth, just yet. He wanted to give everyone a turn first. Next it was Dave's turn, John's other, albeit overweight, poker buddy. As if scripted, Dave followed Bob's lead and fell between Susan's legs and started eating and fingering her pussy. Dave was a big man and the excess weight at the end of the mattress was a dead giveaway that the man eating Susan was not her husband. The panicked expression on Susan's face told John that she now realized that neither man was her husband. She pulled at her ties, desperately trying to free her hands and close her legs, but Dave moved off the bed and with a nod from John moved closer to Susan's mouth. When she turned her head away, Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. He inserted his cock in her mouth when she screamed. Dave fucked her mouth, before Susan pulled away and spit out his cock. "John! What the fuck is going on here! Who else is here? Untie me now and take this fucking blindfold off me or I swear..." John walked to his wife and lifted one side of the headphones, but not the ties or blindfold. "Merry Christmas, Susan. This gangbang is your Christmas gift or more correctly, my Christmas gift, for you having an affair with your boss." "John...how do you know?" "I overheard you telling every sordid detail to your sister." "You listen to my private cell phone conversation?" "You bet I did and I'm glad I did." "I can explain." "How dare you cheat on me? Well, now, this is my retribution. Enjoy. Go get her boys." "Wait, John. Listen to me." He replaced the headphone over her ear and stepped back to watch the action from the comfort of his chair. Now, Susan was out of control swearing, yelling crying and screaming. Panicked by her alarming reaction, at first, John decided to continue with his plans with the gangbang, anyway. What difference did it make now, whether she knew or didn't know, he had orchestrated this gangbang? He figured she'd know she was getting gangbanged, anyway, after a while. The plan had already been set in motion and looking at the erections of his four friends, their lust for Susan couldn't be denied. Blindfolded and wearing headphones, it didn't matter. She's no dummy and now she knew that this gangbang had been planned by her husband, as her special Christmas gift and as payback for her illicit affair she had with her boss. "What are you doing to my daughter?" Unbelievable. As if on cue, Nancy, John's bitch of a mother, stood at the bedroom door. John and his four friends turned to see Susan's mom standing there scolding the five men and demanding they untie her daughter. The four men stopped what they were doing to Susan to look at John. John gave Nancy a contemptuous look, his mind running away with all the reckless incidences of her interfering in his marriage and now this. A thorn in his side, a pain in his ass, where the Hell did she come from? She wasn't expected here with Diane until later that evening. Then, he remembered they were dropping off some food and gifts, before making the rounds to the homes of friends. John watched her eyes widen, as they went from one man's cock to another and in that flash, he knew she wasn't as shocked as she acted, but interested. "Untie her this instant," she said pointing a finger of acrimony at John. "Don't worry, Susan, as soon as your sister parks the car and comes upstairs, we'll leave here and find a good lawyer tomorrow, right after the holiday." There she goes interfering and not minding her own business again. Only, Susan, still wearing headphones and blindfold didn't hear her mother, didn't even know her mother was there in the room. "Grab her," said John to his four friends, "and strip her. Tie her up and put her alongside her daughter. We'll have some real fun, now." Before Nancy could even turn for the door, she was accosted. The four men were on her like flies at a picnic. "Unhand me. Let me go. Take your filthy hands off of me, you brutes. You dirty bastards. Don't you dare remove my clothes. Help!" Jim and Sam grabbed Susan's Mom by her wrists and held her arms behind her back, while Bob unbuttoned her blouse and Dave unzipped her skirt. Susan's mom, Nancy, in her fifties, was still a very attractive woman. She looked forty-something, instead of fifty-something. Genetically blessed, as were her two daughters, she had the body of a much younger woman and was proud that she was still able to wear her bikini to the beach. The few times that John saw his mother prancing around in her bikini on the beach and in his backyard by his pool, he wondered what she looked like naked. Now, he was about to see. Forcing his tongue in her mouth, Bob kissed her to quiet her, while feeling her abundant breasts through her bra. She resisted Bob's attempts to kiss her and struggled against his touches, until he started fingering her nipples. Like daughter like mother, just as was Susan, it was quickly obvious that Nancy particularly enjoyed having her nipples fingered. By her sudden sensuous look, her nipples were one of her G spots, no doubt. Dave was poised on his knees in front of her licking and fingering Nancy's pussy through her shear panties. She squirmed with delight over what Dave was doing to her. Now, she was ready for the taking. Standing there in her panty and bra, Bob unhooked her bra and Dave pulled down her panty. Nancy had big tits, a D cup with dark nipples, saucer sized areolas, and a dark hairy bush. Taking it all in with one leering look, John stared at his naked mother. As soon as her bra slipped from her body, Bob was all over her big tits, touching them, feeling them, caressing them, and fingering and sucking her big nipples. He had mommy moaning in no time. Dave took the opportunity to finger and lick her pussy and play with her clit. Once Bob and Dave did their part in readying Nancy, Jim and Sam picked her up and carried her to the bed for John to tie his mother spread eagle to the bed posts. After twelve years being married to her daughter, this was the first time he had seen his mother-in-law with her mouth closed and not talking. She looked so helplessly vulnerable tied to his bed. The first time he had seen his mother-in-law naked, John touched and felt her where no man should ever touch his mother-in-law, her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "John," screamed Diane from the bedroom doorway. "What the fuck? Have you lost your mind? Mom! Susan! Are you okay? Untie them this instant or I'll call the police," she said holding up her cell phone, as if it was Mace. In his rush to subdue Mommy, John had forgotten about Susan's sister, Diane, outside parking the car. With his driveway full of the cars of his four friends, Diane had nowhere to park and had to find parking elsewhere. John turned and gave his sister the same contemptuous look that he gave his mother-in-law, when she interrupted his fun time with her daughter. "Grab her and strip her naked, too," said John pointing a stiff index finger at his sister. Diane turned and tried to make a run for it, but his four friends were too fast for her. Again, Jim and Sam immediately obeyed grabbing Diane by the wrists, while Dave unbuttoned her blouse and Bob unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down her pants. This time, it was Dave that took the opportunity to feel Diane's big tits through her bra, while fingering her nipples to a nice excited erection. He leaned down and sucked the impressions that her nipples made in her bra, first one and then the other. The action of sucking her nipples, quieted her, as if she was a baby given a pacifier. Another first for John, this was the first time he'd see his sister naked. Yeah, sure, he took out her tits and played with her nipples, while she blew him in the bathroom, but it was dark. Now, he saw her in the bedroom light and she was a carbon copy of Susan. "No, please, let me go. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me." "Hurt you? No one is going to hurt you Diane. We're just going to gangbang you." Bob, on his knees was touching and feeling her through her bikini panties. Feeling her ass and feeling between her legs, he showered the front of her panties with wet kisses. He pushed her panty aside with his finger and touched her deeper. "She's ready. She's already wet. I wish I had married into this family. This is one family of horny women," chuckled Bob allowing all the men to have a relaxed laugh at the women's expense. Now, standing there in her bikini panty and C cup bra, Dave unhooked her bra and Bob pulled down her panty. Except for the color of her nipples, more pinkish than brown, and a size smaller, C instead of D, Diane and Susan had duplicate tits to their mother. Dave was all over her big tits, touching them, feeling them, caressing them, and fingering her nipples before sucking them. Jim and Sam picked up Diane and carried her naked to the bed. Dave and Bob tied her spread eagle to the bed, while John removed the headphones and blindfold from his wife. "John! Are you fucking crazy? It's enough that you've assaulted me but now my mother and my sister, too? Let them go. Untie them now. I don't care what you do to me. I deserve your wrath for cheating on you and if a gangbang is what you think my punishment should be, so be it. I'm ready to take whatever you have to give, but my mother and sister are innocent. They've done nothing to you." "Consider this gangbang a family Christmas present. I assure you, this Christmas gift will have a lasting memory that will continue long after the holiday ends," he said with a villainous laugh, while enjoying a laugh with his four friends. "I'm not kidding, John. If you don't until my mother and sister, I'll--", "Mind your business, Susan," said Nancy. "I haven't had this much fun, since your father brought home his friend from work to party." "Mother! Really," said Susan. "Oh, you don't think I've had a sexual past? Occasionally, your Dad would bring home someone for me to do, while he pretended he was drunk and sleeping, all the while watching. It was a way for him to watch me show his friend a good time. He liked to watch another man undressing me, kissing me, and touching me. We'd talk about me having sex with other men before and after. He enjoyed the pillow talk nearly as much as he enjoyed watching me having sex with his friends and co-workers. Having sex with other men kept our marriage fresh and exciting. How else do you think we could stay married for 30 years?" "Mother, I really don't want to hear about your sordid past and sexual life with Daddy. This isn't the time or place for that, when I'm about to be ravaged by four horny men," said Susan making a face. "Oh, don't be silly, Susan. This is the perfect time to tell you girls more about me and your Dad. There's a new man down on the loading dock, Nancy," he say with a sly chuckle. "I think you two would hit it off." "If my wrists weren't tied to this fucking bed, I'd block my ears," said Diane. "Mom, I really don't want to hear this personal and private information, especially not now." "And why do you think that, Steve, I'd ask innocently and knowing what he'd say next," said Nancy with a warm smile, as if she was fondly remembering her deceased husband. "Mother, if you don't stop," said Susan testing the strength of her ties to no avail. "I'll scream." "And I'll vomit," said Diane. "Because I saw him taking a leak in the men's room and he's got a big cock," said Nancy. "It excited your Dad to see me with well hung men. It excited him to see me with a big, hard, hairy cock in my hand and in my mouth, before they plunged it deep in my pussy." "Mother, please! Enough," said Diane and Susan almost in unison. "Has everyone gone completely mad?" "It so excited your father to see me with another man that the sex we had afterwards was just incredible," continued Nancy unyielding to the pleas of her daughters. "It was inspired. This gangbang reminds me a little of that experience. Your Dad had a voracious sexual appetite. Now that I'm party to a real gangbang, if your Dad could have orchestrated a gangbang and watched, he would have truly enjoyed this, but the swinging lifestyle wasn't what it was in our small bedroom community and in the way that it is now, especially in big cities." "Actually, Susan," said Diane. "Mom just made me horny thinking about a big, hard, hairy cock. I need a good fuck. I haven't had any since I gave John a blowjob at Thanksgiving and had my mother not walked in on us, I would have fucked him, too. Now, that I got all that off my chest to you, I can finally get some closure and enjoy some sexual satisfaction. Let's do it guys. Show me some holiday spirit and give me some cock. Ho, ho, ho." A Christmas to be Remembered John motioned to Jim, his golfing partner, and Sam, his co-worker. Now, Susan, Nancy, and Diane were surrounded by four men touching them, feeling them, groping them, licking them, sucking them, and taking their turns sticking their cocks in their mouths. Nancy was hungry for cock. She sucked whoever's prick was within reach of her mouth. She was quite a skilled cocksucker. Susan and Diane were both good fuckers. In the way they moved their hips they showed whoever was fucking them a good time. John watched from the dark end of the room. Sitting in a comfortable chair, he watched his wife getting fucked and sucking cock, while slowly masturbating. He watched his poker buddies Dave and Bob with Susan. While Dave was fucking her, Bob was getting a blowjob. Then, they switched. Bob fucked her, while she sucked Dave's cock. Then, she did the same with Jim his golfing buddy and Sam, his ex co-worker. Then, it was his turn to get in on some of the action and he went straight to his mother. He wanted to feel his cock in Nancy's mouth. After all the years she ragged on him, she owed him a good blowjob. He walked to her side of the bed and touched her everywhere. He felt her big tits and sucked her nipples, before going down between her legs. He licked her pussy, while exploring her with his stiff fingers. Then, he got up off the bed and leaned closer to her mouth. She accepted his cock immediately. The warm sensation of her tongue sent shivers down his spine. It so excited him that his mother, Susan's mom, was sucking his cock, that he was completely taken over with a sexual excitement, he hasn't felt since on his Honeymoon with Susan. It didn't take very long before he erupted a huge load of cum down Nancy's throat and she swallowed all that he gave her. Diane, a little resistant in the beginning, was really getting into the action of the four men gangbanging her. Even Susan started getting into it, once she accepted her fate. She went along with the four men touching her, sucking her, fucking her, and stuffing her mouth with their big, stiff cocks. Mommy looked, as if she was having a good old time, a dream come true. Five men twenty years her junior were offering her their hard cocks. Content just to watch his friends gangbanging his wife, his sister, and his mother-in-law, especially after the blowjob he just received from his mother-in-law, he could only imagine the tales Nancy would have to tell the ladies at the country club. Maybe she'd talk some of her friends into coming over the house for another gangbang. "John, I have no circulation in my arms. Untie me please so that I can have some fun, too," said Susan. "Yeah, I'm starting to get a cramp in my leg," said Diane. "I don't mind being tied," said Nancy. "I like feeling forced." John untied the three women. Now, it was bedlam. One by one and then switching off and switching again and again, the four men mounted the three women. It was a fuck fest. Now, the women were fucking the men just as hard as the men fucked them before. More proactive now that their hands were free to explore the cocks and bodies of the naked men, the women were really having a good time. What started out as payback, John couldn't be more pleased that he had inadvertently given his wife a real Christmas to remember. Three beautiful women being fucked and sucked by four willing and ready men, all while John watched. Then, when they were ready to cum, there was cum everywhere. It was a literal cum bath. Whatever cum didn't end up in the mouths of the three women were in their pussies, thighs, chests, face, and hair. There was cum everywhere. The four men were insatiable with the gangbang continuing for a solid two hours cumming multiple times. As quickly and quietly as it began, it was over. Susan's mouth was dripping with cum that ran down her chin and neck. Fucked over and again and drained, Diane was a mess. Only, Nancy was raring to go again. Yeah, it was a Christmas to be remembered alright, but what started out as payback, ended up as a monthly thing. Diane and Nancy would come to John and Susan's house and John was expected to find three new men each time. It was determined by the women that three men was the perfect number, instead of four or five. Having three men in a three women gangbang worked out with each woman taking a turn at a different man. It was exciting fun in the beginning, but it quickly got old. John wished for the days when it was just him and Susan spending a quiet Christmas evening at home. Merry Christmas