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The Advent Calendar

By: SarahsHooters



Prologue

I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist.

"How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. 

She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" 

"At five," Ava hiccups indistinctly. "I wanted to be able to give you the good news when you got home."

It's now a quarter past seven.

We have been trying to get pregnant for two years. I long to have a baby with her too, but she says - when it doesn't happen - that it's easier for me; and she's probably right. I have two boisterous little boys of six and eight from my first marriage, for one thing. Certainly, I've never lain on our bed for more than two hours, my body racked with sobs over a blue horizontal line on white plastic.

I think the need to conceive has become an obsession for her. I feel rotten saying it, but it's sapping from her everything I fell in love with in the first place. I was still married to my ex when we met, although all Serena and I ever did was row, and Ava, apart from her beauty, sex appeal and sass, had this incredible joie de vivre. We worked together and I couldn't wait to get into the office every day to see her. She was an outrageous flirt, adventurous and willing to try whatever I asked. We would play truth or dare over lunch in the canteen and I swear she would do anything if it were prefaced with the phrase "I dare you to..." We would roar with laughter after she had stroked a non-executive board member forty years her senior to hardness under the conference table, or flashed a work experience student when he came to fix her PC. She loved those games.

And we would have amazing spontaneous sex, with each other and with others. Ava dislikes condoms and, for this reason, since she stopped taking the pill we have been entirely monogamous - but it wasn't always that way. Ava had been more than eager to participate in numerous threesomes, both mmf (and one amazing mmmf with two guys I knew from the pub, when my gorgeous Ava was made quite airtight) and ffm with several of her girlfriends.

I loved going out with - and later being married to - a hot slut like Ava.

Sex is never spontaneous now. For most of each month I'm not allowed to touch her at all (I'm not supposed to wank either, but I'm only human, and what she doesn't know won't hurt her) and then on her most fertile days I am supposed to be able to achieve instantaneous erections and fuck her five times in quick succession. 

The more we try, and the more we fail, the more tense we both become. And if I've learnt anything from the stream of embarrassing appointments with GPs, fertility nurses and gynaecologists, it's that the more strung up you are, the less likely you are to conceive.

"Come down and have some dinner," I say, uselessly, at last.

. . .

After this latest disappointment, Ava loses interest in sex altogether. I try everything I can think of to seduce her: romantic, candlelit dinners; doing a striptease to reveal a posing pouch shaped like an elephant; watching "Bridget Jones' sodding Diary" with my arm round her on the sofa; bringing home little gifts of Turkish Delight, earrings, poetry books; writing notes telling her how much I love her and leaving them in her jewellery box, purse and make up bag for her to find throughout the day; ordering saucy lingerie, porn and sex toys. But while I might coax a smile from her, she turns her face away when I try to kiss her for longer than a couple of seconds.

"What's the point?" she says, listlessly. "Why bother if my body doesn't work?"

This can't go on. She's miserable; I'm miserable. I need to find a way to recapture the devil-may-care Ava of old; put the mischievous sparkle back into her beautiful hazel eyes; get her hot and hungry again. I rack my brains and finally it comes to me. It requires all my creativity, but by 30th November, by which time I haven't fucked my lovely wife for more than three weeks, it's all ready to go.

We have been to see a late-ish showing of the new Bond movie and then popped to a bar for a couple of glasses of wine. Ava is more relaxed and mellow than I have seen her in months, snuggling into me in the cinema and then letting me hold her hand as we walk back to the car. She doesn't turn her face away when I kiss her and even slips her tongue briefly into my mouth and her hand into my back pocket. Something about tonight - the 'date night' ambience? the alcohol (Ava never drinks these days: it's bad for the hypothetical baby)? hell, maybe even Daniel Craig whom she's always had the hots for - has re-awakened the ghost of the old Ava.

It's late when we reach home but Ava, as always, checks her email on the PC before bed. I use my phone to send the message with the link and go out to the kitchen to pour her a cold glass of water.

"I've got an email from you!" she calls, and I come through to the lounge and stand behind her, leaning over her and kissing her ear.

"Click on the link," I tell her.

She frowns at the webpage, a brightly-coloured picture of a Christmas scene with twenty-four boxes with red numbers in, each underlined to show that it's a link. 

"Advent Calendare?" she scoffs. "Honestly, Dale, your spelling!"

"Nuh-uh," I say, shaking my head. "It's not a mistake. Each window contains a dare for you."

She turns her head, her interest piqued, and stares at me.

"A dare?"

"That's right," I say. "Just like the dares I used to give you at lunchtime back at Mayfield's."

A smile spreads slowly across her pale face and her eyes glow. 

"I need proof you've done them," I say. "Either I need to be an eye witness or you need photographic evidence."

She looks at her watch and smiles.

"It's past midnight," she says. "Can I open the one for the 1st?"

I let out the breath I've been nervously holding. "Why not?"

She clicks on '1' and the picture on the screen fades away. The Ronettes' "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" plays (I'm a little nervous about this choice - so very many Christmas songs, for obvious reasons, mention mothers and babies - but Ava pays it no mind, staring intently at the monitor) and words appear. She reads them aloud, the pitch of her voice rising in excitement.

. . .

1st December

Visit a department store Santa, sit on his lap and kiss him. You may not wear a bra. Bonus points if you can get him to squeeze your tits.

I call work to say I will be taking a Christmas shopping day, before the crowds are unmanageable. Ava, meanwhile, dresses carefully. She secures black fishnet stockings to a black-and-pink suspender belt, laces up knee-high black leather boots and then selects a dark green sleeveless, fitted dress with an exposed zip all the way up the front. Her shiny chestnut hair falls in waves to the middle of her back. She applies smoky grey eyeshadow to lids half-concealing eyes that glitter with anticipation, and bright pink lipgloss to pouty lips. I have butterflies in my stomach - so much, I feel, hangs on the success or otherwise of this first dare - and my cock swells in my boxers as I drive us to Bluewater shopping centre, on the other side of the Thames estuary. En route, my wife sings along, slightly flat, to the Christmas songs on the radio and lays her cool palm on my thigh.

In the large department store we favour, Santa's grotto is all but deserted. It's first thing in the morning on a week day. Older children are at school and mums of younger children are still struggling to get organised and out of the door. It's perfect timing.

I'm pleased to see that the department store Santa is not a young man with artificial facial hair. This guy is the real deal, with crew cut white hair beneath his red hat, deep crows' feet around his merry eyes and a real, bushy snow-white beard. I spy from the exit as Ava, trembling, pushes her way through the drapery to where Santa sits waiting.

He laughs uproariously when he sees her.

"Aren't you a little old to be visiting Santa?" he asks, gruffly.

"I'm only twenty-eight," Ava replies, in mock-indignation.

He laughs again and says, "You'd better come and sit on my lap then, little girl," but is flabbergasted when she takes him at his word.

She licks her lips, crosses her legs so that the hem of her dress rides up to expose a centimetre of pale naked skin above her stocking tops and teases softly, "Santa, I've been very naughty. I thought maybe if I was really, really good to you now, you might transfer me to the nice list." She presses her lips to his, leaving his mouth covered in pink lipgloss; and before he can gather his wits the little minx pulls down the zip of her dress to her waist to expose her pretty breasts.

Santa is no longer laughing, but I am. I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle it.

Ava has really lovely breasts. They're not big - just a good handful - but high, firm and round, as white as Santa's beard, which is now tickling them, and topped with pale pink nipples. Santa gapes and Ava arches her back to thrust them out. His hands are on her waist so she puts hers on top of them and guides them up to her chest. His big hands engulf her little tits and squeeze reflexively. 

"Mmmmmm," sighs Ava, letting her head drop back so her hair skims his thigh. She takes a deep breath in so her hardened nipples press into his palms. "That feels so good, Mr Claus."

She wriggles in his lap, rubbing her arse against his crotch, and then says, breathily, "Do you have an erection, Santa?"

He nods, mutely, and she moves his hands from her tits, parts his thighs and slides to her knees between them. 

Oh my God! I didn't dare to hope for this, but it's happening. She is - as she so often used to do - smashing the boundaries, going beyond the terms of the dare. My slutty wife is going to suck Santa off!

Just as she rips open the Velcro fly of his Santa suit, looking up at him with sultry hazel eyes, I hear a rustling behind me. A member of staff, carrying a pile of boxes, is heading into the grotto. Hastily, I turn and deliberately cannon directly into her so the boxes scatter over the floor. I apologise profusely and clumsily help to collect them. Ava has yet to emerge once the boxes have been gathered so I say, with all the boyish charm I can muster, "I know it's an awful liberty after I caused so much trouble, but are the built-in appliances on this floor? Could you show me where, please?" The middle-aged woman smiles and tells me to follow her.

I pretend to look at ovens for a couple of minutes after she leaves me and then hasten back to the grotto exit. My timing is perfect: Ava is just emerging, her pupils dilated, her cheeks pink, but her dress is zipped up modestly, showing only a hint of cleavage. She falls into my arms, giggling. From one corner of her mouth to her chin is a slimy trail. I point to the same spot on my own face and she puts a finger to the slime, scooping it up and sucking the finger. I raise my eyebrows.

She leans closer and says in my ear, "Santa's spunk. Oops. I thought I'd swallowed it all."

Her warm body is pressed against mine and I shiver with lust, my swollen cock poking at her belly. She giggles again and takes my hand. "Come on!"

Together, we hurry to the nearest family toilet and I bundle her inside, turn her to face the wall and drop my trousers. I lift her skirt, clumsily rip open her knickers to reveal her pert little arse-cheeks and slip my fingers between her legs. She is sopping wet. I spread her thighs and ram my hard dick into her tight, hot pussy, over and over again. She unzips her dress again and my hands find the breasts Santa was so recently mauling. I pinch her nipples and she cries out in orgasm, her cunt clutching my shaft greedily as it contracts, her butt grinding into my pelvis.

"I can't believe you just blew Santa," I growl and coat her insides with my cum.

"Neither could he," she grins. "he gave me his number!" and as my dick slips wetly from her cunt she turns and shows me a mobile phone number scrawled in black ink on her left breast. We both giggle helplessly between kisses.

2nd December (Wednesday)

"Rockin' Robin" - Jackson 5

Be a robin redbreast. The window cleaner is due today. When he knocks for payment, open the door wearing only your red, peephole bra and matching crotchless knickers. Remember, I'll be at work so photographic proof is required. If I know you as well as I think I do, you might be tempted to let another man fuck your pussy. Don't forget you are unprotected. I've left a jumbo box of condoms in the downstairs cloakroom. Use them!

I don't honestly believe, so early in the game, that Ava will again go further than my instructions require her to. Sucking off an old man she will never see again is one thing; fucking the young, fit window cleaner who visits monthly might well still be a step too far. 

But apparently I under-estimate the power of my wife's libido, long-suppressed but - now it's been unleashed - irrepressible. A little after noon, my email pings and I receive two photographs. The first, taken from above, shows our window cleaner, Dean, lying on his back, bare-chested. He is in his mid twenties, with dark hair and skin, and has sculpted pectoral muscles and an impressive six pack, although his hairless chest will not have appealed to Ava. His mouth is open; his eyes closed. I suspect she took this just as he came. 

The second photo strongly suggests he fucked her not once, but twice. This one was taken half an hour later, by Dean. Ava kneels upright in her underwear, her nipples nearly as red as the lace surrounding the peepholes they poke through, her chest flushed. The root of Dean's cock, sheathed in latex, can just be discerned where it emerges from the slit in the crotch of my wife's knickers. Her head is thrown back in abandon. I know this pose. She is in the throes of orgasm.

I had overlooked the text of Ava's email in my rush to open the attachments. She has written: "No charge for window cleaning this month."

When I arrive home, my wife, bubbling with excitement, pulls me up to our bedroom and, giggling, shows me the two full, knotted condoms in our bedroom waste paper basket. Consumed with lust, I throw her onto the bed and tear off my clothes.

Ava rides me cowgirl-style, just as she did the window cleaner. I hold her hips, gazing at her taut, flat belly and those pert, firm breasts which hardly move as she bounces on my stiff penis, which stretches the tight hole so recently filled by another.

3rd December

"The Seven Days of Creation" (trad.)

Your breasts are the heaven above, but there are earthier pleasures below. Spend the entire day at work wearing no knickers.

When we decided to try to start a family, Ava began to think ahead. She took a beauty course and resigned from her role at Mayfield's to work part-time as a beauty therapist. She does all the usual treatments, but the salon where she works belongs to a man and has lots of male clients. Ava specialises in massage, her customers enjoying being pummelled by a slim, fragile-looking girl, and more than once she has been felt up by a guy on the table. I am looking forward to hearing what happens when some guy slides his hands up her thighs today and finds not only that she is wearing stockings under her skirt, but that she is not wearing anything else.

It only happens once. One of her regulars is booked in - a forty-something business man named Keith who apparently has taken a day off to go Christmas shopping with his wife, as I did a couple of days ago, but has elected to spend a good chunk of this time not with his wife, but being caressed by mine. He clearly fancies her and is in the habit of feeling her up whenever he gets the chance.

Ava's pussy moistens as soon as she greets him in Reception, knowing how this is likely to go. He looks pointedly at her hard nipples, which are telegraphing her arousal, as she bids him remove his clothes and make himself comfortable on the table while she is out of the room. When she returns she drapes a towel over his lower half, turns on the relaxation music that always plays in the massage rooms and squeezes massage oil into her hands. She moves to his head and leans forward over the table to reach his shoulders.

Right on cue, Keith's hands find her stockinged legs. He runs them up the backs of her thighs and emits a little surprised-but-pleased grunt when he finds the raised seam and lace of her stocking tops. Ava lets out a little mewl as his fingers crawl up to her exposed flesh. Delighted by her failure to stop him, he pulls her closer and moves his hands higher, seeking her knickers. When he doesn't find them, his hands still for a second as he processes, then begin to move again, kneading her small, firm buttocks. He seems to decide she must be wearing a thong and his fingers inch towards her arse-crack. Finding nothing, he groans softly. Ava's juices bubble between her thighs and his questing fingers move inexorably towards her slippery pussy lips. 

Still, not a word has been spoken by either of them since his hands began their exploration. She says, softly, "Mmmmmm," and he gasps as he encounters the warm, naked wetness between her legs. She presses closer and his index and middle fingers slide into her tight, clutching pussy. Now she says, "Oh God, yes." He pushes his fingers deep inside her, withdraws them and pushes them in again.

She clutches the edge of the massage table with her oily fingers, throwing her head back, and he lifts his head to watch her, sawing his fingers in and out of her sopping hole.

"Jesus, Ava," he breathes. "So fucking tight."

She just moans softly, wriggling her hips, and his thumb seeks her clit. She is so turned on that she cums instantly, her juices flowing over his hand. He eases his fingers from her and sucks her cum from them. 

Ava leans forward over the table, panting as she recovers from her climax. Keith turns onto his back, staring in disbelief at the ceiling. But he is in for another surprise. Ava moves down the table and pushes the towel aside. She gives him her phone and asks him to film her as she extracts his erection from his boxers. She takes his hard cock in one oily hand and cups his balls in the other and strokes him to his own orgasm. 

When Keith cries, "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" her face appears in shot, winking into the camera, and her warm mouth envelops his dick. His hand finds the back of her head as he fills her mouth with his cream and she gulps and swallows.

Afterwards, he is sheepish. I don't suppose it was his intention, when first copping a sneaky feel of his hot masseuse, to finger another woman and cum in her mouth on family Christmas shopping day. Ava tells him briskly that they have run out of time for his massage and ushers him from the room.

She shows me the footage while sucking my cock at the dinner table and I lift her up, bend her over the table and fuck her from behind.

4th December

"Blue Christmas" - Elvis Presley

Star in your very own blue movie. Film yourself masturbating to orgasm and post the video on an amateur porn site.

"Does my face need to be visible?" asks Ava. She sounds nervous but I can see her hard nipples poking at the gossamer-thin silk of her pale blue robe as she sits opposite me at the breakfast table, staring at the iPad screen.

"Of course," I say, shovelling cereal into my mouth. "Where would be the fun in posting it if you couldn't be identified? Just think, anyone might be a member of the site: Serena's husband, the newsagent where we buy our papers, your boss, clients, the guy who services your car, your step-dad. You'll never know who has seen you cum."


The Advent Calendar



She shivers.

"Don't you have to wait for videos to be approved by a moderator?" she asks.

"Not on this site," I say, taking the iPad from her, typing in a URL and then inputting my log in details. "I've been a member long enough and posted enough for everything I upload to be automatically approved."

Wide-eyed, she looks through my submissions. There are a couple of photos of her blindfold with my dick in her mouth, but the videos I have posted are of Serena taking it up the arse, her blonde hair in my fist. Ava claps her hand over her mouth and giggles.

"OK," she agrees. "You get off to work. When I email you, take your phone to the gents' and log in."

The email arrives after lunch and I already have a boner before I've even locked the cubicle door. I click on the thumbnail with a little N for 'new' next to it with trembling fingers, my heart racing, the cotton of my boxer shorts adhering to the pre-cum seeping from my cock.

I'm not even the first to view it. Already, the video of my wife has attracted seven "likes" and been added to five collections. I wonder how many members around the world will ultimately get to see her climax.

Ava is sitting, cross-legged like a schoolgirl, on our bed, wearing a completely sheer baby doll in a sort of plum colour, with a black satin halter tie and empire waistband. Her pretty tits with their hard peaks are accentuated rather than concealed by the filmy fabric. She smiles straight into the camera and says, "I'm so hot right now. My husband dared me to cum on camera and post the video on this site - and I never turn down a dare. I hope you like my video."

She holds up a black vibrator with a tapered tip and sucks it sloppily, so her spit runs down its length. Then she uncrosses her legs, leaning back slightly, spreads them and bends her knees. Her pink pussy lips are entirely exposed. She spreads them with her fingers and I see the dark wetness of her vaginal passage between them. 

Ava turns on her vibrator and runs it slowly up and down the length of her slit, pressing it against her clit and shuddering. Her left hand finds her breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between her fingers. She moans softly and more lubricating juices seep from her cunt and down her arse-crack. A wet stain spreads across our quilt cover beneath her. 

She increases the speed of the vibrations and throws back her head. Her tits point at the ceiling. Then, very slowly, she begins to ease the length of the vibrator between her labia and into her pussy. Inch by inch she slips it further inside her. Her labia are swelling and darkening in arousal, her nipples like bullets. She continues to push and her right hand touches her perineum as the entire length of the black vibe is buried inside her hot body. She rotates it slowly, gasping. As my wife eases the toy back out of her hole, her white cream can be seen coating the shaft. She thrusts it back in again, her head thrashing from side to side in pleasure. Again she increases the speed of the vibration, and I swear her inner thighs twitch.

Ava isn't yet satisfied, though. Her left hand gropes on her nightstand and when it comes back into shot, it is holding a slim pink anal probe, like a string of spheres. She sucks this vibrator too, crawls down the bed a little way and lifts her hips. She switches hands, her left pumping the black vibrator in and out of her wet cunt as the right wields the anal vibe. She cautiously probes between her buttocks until it is accurately positioned and then pushes gently. The first bead is sucked into her arsehole. She breathes in and out and then pushes again. A second bead disappears. A third push introduces a third bead into her tight rectum. On the next push, the entire probe vanishes inside her and she lets out a small groan of satisfaction. My wife presses the button on the end of the dildo and it too buzzes into life.

She fucks herself in both holes, babbling incoherently, lost in sensation. Her narrow feet with their pink-painted toenails scrabble for purchase on the quilt cover. Her hair is damp with sweat. She writhes and thrashes. Her little rhythmic grunts increase in volume as her pussy lips continue to swell. I, and probably dozens of others, am stroking my cock as the girl on the screen pleasures herself. Her hips lift off the bed: she is very close to orgasm now. As the waves gather within her she suddenly wrenches the anal beads from her rectum, igniting a powerful orgasm. She bucks and spasms, sobbing and panting, crying out, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" and I cum too, spraying the stall door with jets of sticky spunk. 

I have no doubt that her video will result in many tribute photos - engorged dicks in the foreground, her image on a screen in the background, splattered in viscous semen. She fully deserves them all.

In the video, Ava's face is pink and strands of hair cling sweatily to her forehead, cheeks and throat. She pushes them from her eyes and says, smiling directly into the camera lens, "Happy Holidays!"

Twice more this afternoon I sneak off to the gents' to rewatch my lovely wife masturbate to orgasm. Each time I see that the video has amassed more likes, and appreciative comments are being posted. Knowing that other men want Ava turns me on and by them time I arrive home my balls are heavy and turgid.

She greets me at the front door, fizzing with excitement, chattering about the tribute photos flooding my inbox. I take her there in the hallway, doggy-style, pushing the door closed with my foot as I lift her skirt and rip off her knickers.

5th December

"Never Fall in Love (With an Elf)" from 'Elf: the Musical'

Why do all the mommies kiss Santa Claus? What about his little helpers? They work hard too, right?

Seduce a man shorter than you are.

Ava is 5' 4" so this is no easy matter. The man she finds really does have to be short. I know this is going to appeal to her, though: my wife is a "Game of Thrones" devotee and has a serious crush on Tyrion Lannister.

"Little chance of running into Peter Dinklage in Essex, though," she grumbles.

We head to Lakeside, which should be rammed on a Saturday in December, in search of a pint-sized lover for Ava.

We wander round - or rather push our way through - Lakeside for over two hours with no luck. I am feeling despondent and ready to give up altogether when, as we emerge from Debenhams clutching bulging carrier bags of presents, Ava spots him: a wizened, bald little man with bandy legs hurrying down the concourse. She pursues him with determination, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me," as she weaves her way between shoppers. The crowd closes around him and in her haste as she turns from side to side searching for him she swipes her quarry with a heavy bag and he is felled.

No Tyrion Lannister, he. He is not courtly and dignified: he is absolutely furious, snarling at her to watch where she is going. The crowd surrounding them disperses, embarrassed by the scene. Ava apologises over and over and finally says, "I feel awful. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

He glares at her and snaps, "Suck my dick, princess," spinning on his heel to storm away.

Ava jumps in front of him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He is about to shake her off when she says, softly, "Yes, please. I want to suck your dick."

He stares and she crouches down to look him right in the eye. "Let me give you a blowjob. Please."

He still looks suspicious, but she takes his hand and leads him back towards the gents' toilet in the corridor next to Debenhams. Several shoppers stop and give them funny looks: the pretty, slender girl hand in hand with the little person; but he is beginning to believe she is serious and a grin is spreading across his grumpy face.

Ava's luck holds and when they reach the toilet it is empty. She pulls him into a stall and locks the door, while I position myself by a urinal and listen as she seduces him.

He is not a nice man. When she says she feels she owes him this, he agrees nastily, "You're fucking right you owe me, you clumsy bitch. Make it a good, sloppy one."

And then, when she unzips his trousers, he says, "Take your top off, I want to see your tits."

After that, I hear slurping noises as my wife goes down on him. He gives her instructions, telling her to suck his balls, stroke his taint and - oh God - stick her finger up his arse. It's not long before he is moaning in pleasure and crying, "Get off now, I want to cum on your tits," and he lets out a long groan.

There is a brief pause and then, without a word, he pushes open the stall, zipping himself up, and leaves the gents'.

Ava is kneeling on the floor of the stall, topless. Her breasts are covered in the little man's viscous spunk. It slides down her chest and drips thickly from her nipples. She looks down at herself, her mouth quirking, and then up at me and we both begin to laugh.

6th December

"Last Christmas" - Wham!

Sex with an ex. Mine or yours - you choose.

Actually, she doesn't have much of a choice. Ava is not on friendly terms with many of her exes. She has a couple as friends on Facebook but can't very well message them and ask them to come over and fuck her today. 

Three years ago it would have been a different matter. A memorable dinner party, at which the wine had flowed and we had begun talking about our wildest sexual experiences, had culminated in Ava sucking off her ex-boyfriend, Rick, while I fucked his girlfriend Bella. Bella's skin was as pale as Ava's but otherwise they had little in common physically. Bella had a generous, voluptuous figure, straight black hair and slanting dark blue eyes.

They stayed the night and both girls had been double-penetrated by morning. Sadly, Rick's job had been transferred to Canada and while the two of them had gone out there together, Bella had returned alone after finding Rick in bed with a single colleague. I think she was mostly sore that the girl didn't have a boyfriend for her. Ava saw Bella now and again for lunch but hadn't invited her home again, and anyway, Rick was her ex, not Bella. It wouldn't count.

No, really there was no ex of Ava's she could call on. Serena, on the other hand, was due to come over at ten.

Serena and Ava get on pretty well, on the whole. Although I was still married to Serena when Ava and I started sleeping together the marriage was effectively over and Serena knew that Ava had been the catalyst for, rather than the cause of, our divorce. And it helps that Serena is now happily remarried to Brett, with whom she has a two-year-old daughter.

Today it is my turn to take the boys to football practice and Serena had suggested she come over for coffee with Ava while I was out, to agree who would get the boys what for Christmas and where they would spend their time over the festive period.

When I drop the boys back to Brett, Serena is not yet home, and when I pull up at my own house her red Clio is still on my drive. I park my Audi around the bend and let myself into the house as silently as possible. There is no sign of the girls downstairs, although on the kitchen counter I find one empty wine bottle, one half-empty one and two glasses, and my penis swells in anticipation as I carefully climb the stairs. Silently, I position myself outside the half-open door of our bedroom and peer cautiously inside.

My ex-wife is sprawled naked on my bed, legs akimbo. Between her legs lies Ava, wearing only a pair of white lace knickers, her face buried in Serena's waxed crotch. Ava's left hand massages Serena's left breast, a hard, brown nipple clamped between thumb and forefinger. Her right hand is also between Serena's tanned thighs but I cannot see it clearly because my wife's face obscures it. As if reading my thoughts, Ava lifts her face and glances at the door. A wide, wicked smile splits her face when her eyes meet mine. Her chin glistens with Serena's pussy juice, which also coats Serena's inner thighs. Now I can see Ava's hand - or at least some of it. Her thumb is rubbing my ex-wife's clitoris; her index and middle fingers are deep in Serena's weeping twat; her remaining fingers burrow in her anus. 

My eyes rove over Serena's splayed body. In the years since I last saw her naked her body has changed a little: softened and thickened; but she is still sexy. I am lost in admiration for Ava. I know from experience she is persuasive, but I cannot begin to speculate on how she broached with my ex-wife - who, to my knowledge, has not fucked any woman since her experimental university years, let alone her ex-husband's new wife - the possibility of sleeping with her; how she got her out of her clothes and into our bed. She is incredible. I am very lucky.

"No, no, don't stop, Ava," murmurs Serena, groping around for Ava's head and pushing it back into her groin. Her hips grind against Ava's hand.

Ava winks at me before she lowers her face, extending her pink tongue and flicking it over Serena's clit while continuing to circle it with her thumb. I pull my phone from my pocket and begin to film the two beautiful women fucking on my bed.

Serena is close to cumming. I have, of course, fucked her hundreds of time and I know the signs. Her hips twitch and her limbs stiffen and she begins to cry out, "Oh God, Ava, I'm cumming!" Her legs quiver and her fingers twine tighter in my wife's hair as she bucks against her mouth. I whimper as I cum myself, leaning against the door jamb for support as my boxers fill.

As the aftershocks pulse through Serena's body, Ava very gently withdraws her fingers from my ex-wife's cunt and arsehole and sucks them, slurping noisily. Serena laughs breathlessly and sits up to watch her, her heavy breasts sagging a little on her chest, which is stippled with a rosy, post-coital flush. She takes Ava's jaw in her hand and kisses her wetly.

"I can taste pussy," she laughs.

Ava looks at her, unsmiling, and gets onto all fours.

"My turn," she says. "Lick my arsehole, Serena."

Obediently, Serena parts my wife's legs, spreads her arse-cheeks and runs her tongue from Ava's wet labia, over her perineum and up to her coccyx, then works her way back to Ava's anus and circles it hungrily. Her tongue dips into the musky hole as her index finger probes at Ava's hot pussy.

Ava hisses, "Make me cum hard, Serena," and I have to leave before the lustful inner voices spill out of me.

I sit downstairs as they continue to fuck, my dick rising again. When I hear Ava's screams of orgasm I am sorely tempted to go up there and join them - but that's not the dare. The shower begins to run and they are in there a long time, no doubt soaping up each other's breasts and pussies. Then there are more sex noises as first Serena and then Ava experience a further Sapphic orgasm apiece.

Finally, they come downstairs, dressed but still flushed, damp, dark-eyed. Serena gasps in shock when she sees me sitting at the kitchen table, sipping Nescafé and reading The Sunday Times. "How long have you been there?" she demands.

I look at her, feigning mild surprise. "Not long, Serena. I just did a spot of shopping after dropping the boys with Brett. I see you girls have been at the wine."

Serena nods, sheepishly.

"I think maybe you'd better drop Serena home," suggests Ava brightly. "She and Brett can pick her car up tomorrow. We are a little tipsy." She winks at me.

"OK," I agree, pushing back my chair. "Serena?"

We say little as I drive my ex-wife home. After she stumbles unsteadily into the house, Brett and I roll our eyes at each other on the doorstep. We shake hands, and I think about inviting him and Serena for dinner and wonder whether it would end like that wonderful dinner with Rick and Bella - with our two cocks buried in my wife and then in his.

When I reach home, Ava is waiting for me, naked, on the couch, asking to see the footage on my phone. I lift her in my arms and carry her through to the kitchen, where I lay her on the table, spread her thighs and plough into her nude body, still fully clothed myself, my erection jutting through my unzipped fly, half-hoping the neighbours are watching. Her pussy is sopping wet, my prick hard as iron, and I cum in torrents as she screams and bucks beneath me.

7th December

"2000 Miles" - the Pretenders

Cam with a stranger on another continent until you both cum.

Before I leave for work on Monday morning I log in to the website on which Ava posted the video of her masturbating and leave it open for her. 

Once I have gone, it's a simple matter for her to scroll through the messages from men who watched it until she finds one begging her to cam with him. The guy she chooses is a middle-aged married man in Maine. She sends him a message saying she'd love to and at lunchtime she is lying, legs spread, on our bed in a crotchless body stocking with cutouts through which her breasts protrude, an array of toys lined up on the bedside cabinet. Three thousand miles away, across the Atlantic, a fifty-four year old man opens his webcam to view my wife on his screen.

He tells her, perhaps truthfully, that his name is Gene. She tells him her name. He knows he has lucked out with Ava. He is heavy-set, balding with a big moustache. He looks at her with naked lust in his eyes.

Between his hairy legs, his cock is smaller than average - much smaller than mine - but it is swollen as he ogles Ava's beautiful, lithe body. 

"What would you like me to do, Gene?" asks Ava, spreading her labia with her fingers. 

"Tell me what you'd like to do to me," he says hoarsely, staring lecherously at her breasts.

"I'd like to close my fingers around your fat cock," Ava tells him, "and lower my mouth to it. I'd run my tongue around your cockhead and suck it gently, pushing your foreskin back so I can taste your pre-cum -"

Gene groans, jacking his penis.

"- and I'd slide my mouth all the way down to the root, cupping your balls in my hand and rolling them around. My tongue would trace the seam running up the underside of your dick and I'd gradually increase the suction as you push my face into your groin."

Gene gasps, "Don't stop!"

"By now, your glans has pushed past my tonsils into my throat and you feel my throat closing on you as I fight my gag reflex."

She is turned on herself now: her fingers are inside her, pistoning in and out, and her juices are flowing.

"You throat fuck me roughly and I struggle for breath, my nose buried in your pubic hair -"

"Pinch your nipples for me," Gene tells her, and she squeezes and kneads her breast with her free hand, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It's deep red and diamond-hard.

"Your hips are thrusting against my face and I gurgle and choke -"

Gene gurgles now. He's no longer touching himself, but her words are bringing him close to climax.

Determined not to be left behind, Ava reaches for her favourite pebble vibrator, turns it up and presses it to her clit. She rubs rhythmically as she continues.

"Your brutality is turning me on and I rub my clit in circles as I gag on your - aaaahhhh!"

She is cumming, twitching and bucking on the bed - and he is too, spattering his laptop screen with thick white goo. Both of them slump back on their pillows, drained by their simultaneous orgasm.

"Fuck, Ava, I wish I was in England. You are one nasty fucking slut," says Gene. I think he intends it as a compliment. "I'll be thinking of you as I stick it to my wife tonight."

"I'll be telling my husband all about this in bed tonight," Ava replies, sweetly. "Thank you, Gene. You stick it to the old lady good."

And she breaks the connection

8th December

"Driving Home for Christmas" - Chris Rea

Drive to work topless. Call me when you set out and leave the phone on speaker. If another driver tries to interact with you, don't ignore them! I do hope there are a few tailbacks along the way.




The Advent Calendar



There isn't very much to say about this one. 

When Ava calls me I am already in an informal meeting with my boss and have to excuse myself to answer. Suffice to say, when he comes looking for me fifteen minutes later I am doubled up with laughter in the corridor as I listen to the cacophony of horns as Ava drives through the late Essex rush hour traffic with her perfect breasts fully exposed.

9th December

"River" - Joni Mitchell

I love you so naughty. It's "two for Tuesday" at the pizza place. I'm sure you won't feel like cooking after two days at work. Order pizza for dinner and open the door to the delivery guy naked. Maybe you could encourage him to suck your nipples: make them "hard" for me "to handle".

We order online and wait impatiently for the doorbell to ring, side by side in the couch. I am fully clothed; Ava wears only a pair of very high-heeled pink Iron Fist shoes. Her nipples are already hard and her pussy lips swollen. Pre-cum is seeping from my cock and staining the crotch of my jeans.

At last, he arrives. Ava totters down the hallway in her heels and flings wide the door.

He is all of eighteen and his eyes bulge as he sees her nude body. 

"Your pizza," he stammers, addressing her breasts. She takes the boxes from him, smiling into his eyes, and puts them down on the stairs. She gives him a couple of coins.

"Your tip," she says huskily. "And would you like to suck my tits too?"

He looks into her eyes then, disbelieving. She smiles and parts her lips, cupping her breasts in her hands as if to offer them to him.

Hesitantly, he extends one hand and lightly brushes it over her engorged nipple. She grips his wrist and arches her back, pushing her breast into his palm.

Finally, he seems to accept that she means it. He steps forward and she takes his face between her hands, pushing it down until he sucks a nipple into his mouth. She closes her eyes, sighing in pleasure, and her head tilts back. He sucks for several minutes as our pizzas cool and then switches to the other nipple. When, dazed, he releases it and looks at her again, she thanks him politely and shuts the door in his face.

The pizzas forgotten, she returns to the lounge, her breasts wet with saliva. My jeans are open, my stiff dick in my hand, and she straddles me and guides it inside her.

10th December

"Do They Know It's Christmas?" - Band Aid

There won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime but I have a hankering to see a black ram tupping my snow white ewe. Find and fuck a black man.

I swear Ava's pupils dilate as she reads this one. She smiles widely.

"Hmmm," she muses, her eyes dancing. "I think maybe the car could do with tuning up."

I understand what's behind her glee now. Last time we took her car to the little garage near the station for a service we found that the place had changed hands and was now being run by a tall, very dark-skinned Nigerian, who'd told her, looking her up and down with interest, to call him Ade.

"Condom," I remind her as I leave for work.

Ava is working overtime today as it's so busy at the salon, but she finishes at two o'clock so she has the afternoon in which to fulfil her dare. She has dinner waiting for me when I arrive home just after six and hurries me through it. Then she puts the iPad in my hand, a huge grin on her face.

Again, there are no preliminaries and I am left to wonder how their conversation went. It's straight on to the good stuff. When the video starts, Ava is saying, "Can you press play and make sure my arse is in focus? I want to be able to relive this over and over."

There is some scrabbling and a view of the pipework overhead as Ade rolls on a condom; then the tempting view of my wife's backside. He has bent her forward over the bonnet of her car and lifted her skirt to reveal her naked buttocks, framed exquisitely by the straps of a violet suspender belt. He spreads her arse-cheeks with a little groan and shuffles forward, his gait constrained by his jeans, which are now around his ankles. As he points his prick at her pussy, which glistens with her arousal, the contrast of his gleaming black flesh against the lily-white, almost translucent skin of my wife's thighs is starkly erotic. With one mighty thrust he rams his thick cock deep into Ava's willing cunt: so hard that she is propelled forward over the bonnet and lets out a squeal. He pulls back so far that only the very tip of his penis remains hidden between her reddened labia and then, with a grunt of effort, slams into her again, his balls slapping against her. She cries out again. Again and again he slams into her, snatching a handful of her shiny hair, frenzied. 

At last, it is over. Ade roars and I am treated to an extreme close-up of the pores on Ava's hip as he grabs her with both hands to hold her still as he pumps the condom full of his spunk. 

My primal response to what I have seen is to feel threatened and jealous. While thrilling, it was also disturbing to watch such a prime specimen of manhood filling my wife's tight hole. However, I don't recall seeing the telltale signs of Ava's orgasm and I ask her, quietly, "Did you cum?"

She laughs. "Are you relieved? You're right, I didn't. I thought it would feel amazing to be pummelled by such an enormous cock, but between his glans bashing away at my cervix and the feeling of being stretched to the point of splitting in half it was actually quite uncomfortable."

I let out the breath I've been holding.

"Take me to bed, Dale," she says.

11th December

"Stay Another Day" - East 17

Revive a special Christmas tradition. You know the one.

Ava and I have a Christmas tradition of watching a London show and spending the night in an expensive hotel. Tonight is that night. 

This year we see the fabulous Jim Broadbent as Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. After the show, I slip my arm around Ava and we wander slowly through Covent Garden back to our hotel. I run her a bath and while she is soaking order a late night snack from room service. She emerges, pink from the warm water and wrapped in a fluffy towel, just as the knock comes on the door.

I let the waiter in, a young lad of no more than twenty, and he wheels the trolley into the room and stations it by the window. I thank him and give him his tip and motion to Ava with my head so she moves to lean against the door. As he turns to leave, asking, "Will there be anything else, sir?" she is blocking his way and lifts her arms above her head so the damp towel slithers to the floor.

"Yes," I say. "Would you fuck my wife, please?"

For the last couple of years, a crucial element of our Christmas tradition has been missing. The West End show I've still seen, but this show has been cancelled. I'm glad to see Ava has not forgotten her part. Her face has lit up at the sight of her co-star. He is young, blond and fit. For his part, he seems unsurprised by the invitation - I guess fucking the guests is part and parcel of room service routine - but delighted by Ava's appearance. He is wearing a broad smile. Perhaps it is more common for staff to be asked to fuck middle-aged matrons.

He strips without further discussion and Ava arranges herself prettily on the bed as I settle myself with a drink in an armchair.

He moves between her legs and I expect him to thrust into her with little finesse, but Ava and I are in for a surprise. He spreads her legs wide and buries his face in her groin. He takes his time eating my wife's pussy and by her expressions, vocalisation, writhing and cradling of his head in her hands I can tell he has a real talent. When she screams in orgasm he lifts his face for less than a minute to observe with satisfaction the post-coital flush reddening her face and chest and her hardened nipples as she pants and shudders, before renewing his oral assault and bringing her to a second shattering climax. By now she is sweating and limp and he flips her onto her belly, unzipping his fly. I toss him a condom, for which he thanks me before rolling it on and slamming into her from behind. He cums, withdraws from her and thanks me again before discarding the full rubber, zipping up and leaving the room.

Ava lies facedown and unmoving. My cock is throbbing from watching them and I lose no time in removing my clothes from the waist down and taking the room service guy's place. She whimpers a little as I slide my dick into her used hole. She is slick with her own juices, but it is not quite the same as the sensation of another man's load slopping around inside her and oozing out around my shaft as I bottom out inside her. By this time next year, I promise myself, she will be back on the pill and the condoms a distant memory. The thought is enough and I hold her hips with one hand, the other on the small of her back, pressing her into the mattress, as I shoot my semen up inside her.

12th December

"Jingle Bell Rock" - Bobby Helms

I fancy a striptease, culminating in you dancing naked apart from my latest gift to you.

Ava opens the gift box and her eyes glitter with amusement: a set of tweezer-style nipple clamps rests on the padded purple satin lining, decorated with red and clear beads and little bells. They jingle and jangle as, later, having removed her outer clothing an item at a time, she rotates her naked hips and jiggles her little breasts. She straddles me and, as we fuck for the last time in the hotel bed, I rip them off, making her yelp, and suck hard on her hyper-sensitive swollen nipples.

13th December

"The Gingerbread House Song" - Kyle Harrington

Gingerbread is Christmassy, right? Today, I dare you to seduce a ginger. I hear Damian Lewis is otherwise engaged so it'd better be that student who works weekends in the newsagent. I've watched him undress you with his eyes.

"Have you got that condom?" I ask Ava again as we leave the house.

She rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yes, I bloody have. Not that I'll need it. I'm telling you that lad's so wet behind the ears he wouldn't know where to put it. There's no way he's going to respond when I approach him."

"Trust me, Ava," I say, sagely. "I've seen the way he looks at you."

She goes into the newsagent alone and scans the racks of magazines until she is the only customer in there.

"Excuse me," she says to the ginger student. "I can't find this month's House and Garden."

As I predicted, quick as a flash he is out from behind the counter and jumping to her side, standing a little too close to her as he explains that the January edition is already out and she has missed December's.

"That's a shame," says Ava and then drops her voice, moving even closer to the student and pressing her thigh against his. "I have a secret," she whispers. "I'm not wearing any underwear. Can you meet me behind the shop in five minutes?"

His eyes widen and he nods vigorously.

When Ava reaches the narrow service road behind the newsagent, where papers are delivered and a metal cage on wheels contains broken-down cardboard packaging awaiting collection for recycling, I am waiting in the doorway of the health authority offices a little further along from the newsagent.

She smoothes her skirt over her thighs and says, irritably, "You know, he's not going to come -" but she never finishes his sentence as the back door of the newsagent flies open and Ginger comes out. I duck into the shadows of my doorway and Ava, startled, smiles nervously.

He wastes no time, grabbing my wife and pressing her back against the now-closed door of the newsagent, pulling at her shirt so the buttons fly off and scatter, thrusting his hand down her front and groaning when he finds a naked breast. He kneads it and says, "Jesus, Mrs Moran, you are so hot, a total MILF. I think about doing this every time you come in."

Ava looks taken aback that he knows her name and that he has fantasised about her, information that is certainly not new to me. She is still processing the revelations when Ginger spins her around to face the wall and lifts her dress to reveal her naked arse. He spreads her legs with his knee and drops his trousers. His erect cock springs out into the open air and nudges urgently at her labia. It's all happening so quickly that Ava is caught unawares, but she just manages to stop him entering her unprotected, "Wait!" she squeaks, "here -" and she thrusts a condom packet into his hand.

And then he is inside her, grunting and thrusting. She grinds her arse against him but she will be denied an orgasm. The student is way too excited to care about her pleasure and is already filling the condom. He withdraws from her pussy within seconds, slapping her backside and moving her away from the door. "Next week I'll cum in your mouth," he promises, and then he is gone, back into the newsagent.

Ava breaks into startled laughter. "I can hardly wait," she says, incredulous. I kiss her merry mouth, turn her back around and slide my cock into her wet depths, finishing the job Ginger left half-done. Only once she has reached her climax do I let go, spurting semen up into her womb.

14th December

"Baby It's Cold Outside" - Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews

Go out and about wearing nothing beneath a white fur coat.

I have dug out of the loft Ava's grandmother's ankle length coat in white fox fur.

Today she will do the bulk of our food shopping for Christmas. The deal is that she goes naked under the coat and she's game. For hours she strolls around town, from Marks and Spencer to the town centre market, confessing with a giggle that she got extra sausages thrown into her butcher's stall shop by giving the stall-holder a flash.

I lay the coat, fur side up, on the lounge floor tonight and take her on it. She looks ravishing on the white pelt and she admits to finding the feel of fur on her skin hugely erotic. I file this information away in my head for future use.

15th December

"Christmas Wrapping" - The Waitresses"

Remove the wrapping. Any massages you deliver to a male client today are to be topless ones.

There were two, she tells me as she guides my hard dick into her wet cunt tonight, both regular clients. I had thought she would wait until they were facedown on the table before removing her tunic, so that they would never know - but I should have known that that would be insufficiently daring for Ava. She had led her clients into the massage room and pulled her tunic over her head to reveal her braless tits as they removed their own robes. She told them it was her way of thanking them for their regular custom over the year, but they were only to look, not to touch. One had asked to take her photo and she happily agreed.

It is when she describes how she straddled them as they lay face down on the table and trailed the nipples of her hanging breasts over their oily backs that she reaches her climax, and when she tells me that she let both cum on her tits that I reach mine.

16th December

"Do You Hear What I Hear?" - Carrie Underwood

I believe I hear the rustling of crisp banknotes, the big, fat Christmas bonus you'll be receiving from work after you expose yourself to your lecherous boss.

Gary, who owns the salon where Ava works, is a dirty old man. He employs only young, pretty staff, spies on them in the changing room and demands massages at the end of each day during which his erections are obvious. 

It's an easy matter for Ava to expose her naked body to him. She waits until all the other staff have gone to lunch or are administering treatments before telling Gary she's done for the day and is going to change before leaving. Sure enough, he gives her a few minutes before surreptitiously following her to the changing room.

She is wearing no underwear again today and when she hears the door creak open slightly, she unzips her uniform dress and wriggles out of it. Beneath, she is completely naked. (She tells me she could actually hear his laboured breathing as she sat on a wooden bench and pulled nude hold ups over her toned legs.) She rises and steps into high heeled shoes, then turns several times, looking critically at herself in the full length mirror before bending right over to give him a clear view of her waxed pussy lips, retrieving her discarded dress from the floor. She wanders around the room for as long as she can without arousing his suspicion, smoothing and hanging her dress in her locker, unpacking and rearranging her handbag, cupping her breasts and letting them fall while looking in the mirror. When she feels she can no longer get away with remaining naked, she reaches for her clothes. It's been long enough. She hears a muffled groan from the hallway, and when she leaves the room fully-clothed he is gone.

As she rides me she opens her Christmas card from the boss and lets the notes inside fall, like Autumn leaves, onto my belly - and we laugh together at the accuracy of my prediction.

17th December

"The Wassailing Song" - Blur

Get very drunk and allow yourself to be taken advantage of.

I tell Ava to dress in her sluttiest outfit and take her to an over-25s night at a club in town.

She has taken me at my word and looks like a whore. She has on no bra or knickers and is wearing only a sequinned tube top, a lycra micro mini, fishnet hold-ups and fuck-me shoes with four inch heels in which she can barely walk. I make sure I bring the jumbo box of condoms with me, confident she will be entertaining multiple partners tonight, and drive her into town.

Once we are inside, I take her to the bar and pour a mixture of alcoholic concoctions down her throat. An hour later she still looks beautiful but is clearly the worse for drink. A couple of other men buy her drinks and feel her up at the bar when I go to the gents'.

I lead her to the dance floor where she sways drunkenly. She lifts her hands above her head and gyrates and her tube top slips down so that one nipple pops out. I am pushed out of the way and one of the men who bought her a drink takes my place, squeezing her exposed breast and dipping his head to suck on the nipple. I watch as he whispers in her ear and she nods, rising up on tiptoe to kiss him and then staggering before he catches her in his arms.

He half-carries her to the gents' and I follow, along with three other men who have been eying Ava up.

Inside, he props my wife against a washbasin, kissing her and pulling her top down so both her pale naked breasts are on show. He bites her nipples viciously and she moans, her head rolling. He lifts one of her legs and runs his hand up her thigh. He grins when he finds her stocking top and then his grin widens as he realises she has no knickers on.

He fingers my wife's wet pussy and begins to unzip his trousers.

Before he can stick his cock in her bareback, I drop the box of condoms in the washbasin Ava is propped on. "Here, mate," I say casually, "have one of these."

He glances down and grins. "Nice one," he says. "God knows where this dirty bitch has been."

He tears open a foil packet with his teeth, rolls the extra-strength condom onto his rock hard dick and thrusts it into Ava's tight cunt. She lets out a little yelp as he enters her with few preliminaries, and the stranger hooks her right leg over his arm for easier access.

My growing unease, which was aroused by his contemptuous language, becomes panic. The stranger is pounding violently into Ava, who lolls like a rag doll. She may have accepted the dare but she didn't consent to this. She's not enjoying it: she's insensible. I'm not enjoying it: I feel sick. My eyes scan the queue of brutes waiting to violate her, their cocks in their hands. I'm not going to let it happen. The man who is roughly fucking my wife hooks her left leg up too and clutches her tight buttocks. He thrusts twice more and then groans, long and loud, as he cums into the condom. He drops Ava's legs abruptly and pulls out of her. I dart forward to catch her limp body before she slithers to the floor. The man hawks and spits a glob of phlegm into the sink as my stomach roils in guilt and revulsion.




The Advent Calendar



A second man steps up and extracts a condom from the box. He tries to push me out of the way, saying, "Wait your turn, mate. I'm next." I round on him, snarling, and he recoils a little in the face of my fury but continues to argue.

I feel like decking him - and not with boughs of holly - but I'm uncomfortably aware that I created this situation, so instead I lift Ava's left hand and show him the ring on her fourth finger. "She's my wife!"

He and his companions beat a hasty retreat and I drape one of Ava's arms around my neck and half-carry her out to the car.

Neither of us cums tonight. I undress her and lay her gently in bed and rain kisses - and, if I'm honest, maybe one or two fat tears - on her face, neck, breasts and belly. She is practically comatose and I wonder whether, in spite of my arms' length supervision, her drink was spiked. It's been an unpleasant experience and I won't try anything like it again.

18th December

"A Candle in the Window" - Alabama

Let's try something we've never done before. I'm going to drip melted wax from the Advent candle onto your tits.

From what I have told you already, you will know that Ava has a submissive streak and I like to dominate her. We are also partial to restraints and blindfolds. Pain, though, has never played a part in our games, but you have to try everything, right?

By seven o'clock, Ava is bound and naked on our bed and the Advent candle is guttering away on our nightstand. I have to admit that I am fascinated by the sight of the liquid wax hardening in abstract shapes on her pretty breasts, capping her nipples in mis-shapen mounds, but her screams are not of pleasure and I soon desist. I can't enjoy this, especially not after yesterday. I want to cherish her, not abuse her.

I peel away the wax and bathe her reddened flesh with my saliva, then fetch ice cubes from the freezer and rub them over the burns. We abandon the idea and I fuck her, still bound, in the missionary position, gazing deep into her eyes and apologising for hurting her.

19th December

"The Sussex Carol" (trad.)

Cleanse your conscience and set yourself free from sin ready for Christmas. Go to confession and tell the priest all the naughty things you have done this month.

Ava is a Catholic - lapsed, of course. She went to a convent school and was taught by nuns. She goes to Mass only at Christmas, but this dare feels like a no-brainer.

I drive her to our parish church and sit with her in a pew as she waits her turn.

"I want you to confess face to face," I whisper. "No grille between you."

She looks terrified as she opens the door and goes into the Reconciliation Room. She is in there a long, long time and I don't doubt she is telling the poor celibate priest in explicit detail all about her Advent dares. When the door opens, it is the priest who stumbles out, rushing for the Sacristy where I know a toilet has been installed.

Ava emerges shortly afterwards, composed, patting her hair demurely.

"No," she says in the car, before I ask. "How can you even think such a thing, you disgusting pervert?! Nobody touched anybody. We just talked."

So I drive her home, and touch her myself.

20th December

"The Christmas Song" - Nat "King" Cole

My chestnuts have been roasting with the central heating on full blast. Have a nice cold drink and cool them off in your mouth.

I can't think of a much more relaxing after-work treat than this. After an iced Bailey's, my lovely wife kneels at my feet, holding my hard-on aloft, as she sucks my balls into her cool mouth. She rolls them around, separating them with her tongue, and I close my eyes in delight.

21st December

"Happy Xmas (War is Over)" - John Lennon and Yoko Ono

Christmas is a time of peace and goodwill to all men, even the ones who block your car in and make you late for work. Take a Christmas gift over to our most annoying neighbour and offer him a special treat.

Ava spends the day baking and there are racks of warm mince pies on the kitchen counters when I get home. Outside it's foggy and very cold.

She is dressed just in that sheer baby doll and her lace-up black boots, looking ravishing, arranging a dozen of the little pies on a golden plate. 

"His wife's gone out to her Bridge club," she tells me, "but I'm not sure if she'll stay to the end in this weather, so I'm going over right now." She wraps herself in the white fox fur coat, grabs the plate, winks at me and is gone. I race upstairs to watch from the darkened bedroom window as she crosses the road.

Ava rings our neighbour's doorbell and he opens the door. There is a brief conversation and she goes inside. For long minutes I wait, my balls and cock swelling, as I imagine the conversation that is going on inside his house. I'm beginning to wonder whether Ava thinks that my watching her go into the house fulfils the "eyewitness or photographic evidence" condition of the dare when the bedroom light comes on over the road. Our neighbour backs into the room, holding both of Ava's hands and pulling her with him. She is no longer wearing the coat and I know that the flimsy fabric of her baby doll gives him a clear view of her breasts. He pulls her to him and kisses her on the mouth as his hand creeps beneath the hem to her bare pussy lips. She breaks the kiss and says something and he nods vigorously. My wife pushes our neighbour onto his bed, where he kneels. She kneels in front of him and unbuttons his trousers, pushing them and his grey briefs down his thighs. His dick is quite a good size and rears up to his belly button. Ava takes it in her hand and ducks her head to suck the head. She looks over at our house for a moment, her eyes searching for me.

He follows her gaze and although I'm sure he can't see me standing in the dark he must be thinking about how anyone can potentially see them. To my frustration, he gently pulls away from Ava and gets off the bed, his erection bobbing, to draw the curtains.

Fortunately, the curtains are not lined and he leaves the bedroom light on. I am treated to a shadow puppet show of my wife enthusiastically sucking our retired neighbour's dick until he withdraws from her mouth and fires spunk all over her face.

When she returns home, wrapped again in her coat, her face is clean. She licks her lips repeatedly, making sure she has swallowed every scrap of his load. She doesn't put any clothing on and when, a couple of hours later, the neighbour brings back her plate she answers the door to him in that same revealing outfit. I stand with my ear to the lounge door, listening to their conversation - he telling her how kind she was to give him a Christmas gift, she telling him to let her know if he would like any more.

When she closes the door I throw her down on the couch and, when I discover how slick with natural lubrication her pussy is, I have to fuck her, hard.

22nd December

"Little Donkey" (trad.)

Line up six guys for a dick-measuring competition. When you find the "donkey" you have to take it. Up the arse.

It had been my intention for the men whose size Ava assessed to be strangers, but after the nasty shock I'd given myself at the club I rethought. I tell her I'll choose the contestants and the competition will take place in the safety of our own home.

"Who will they be?" Ava asks, excitedly.

"Guys from work," I reply.

"Were they there when I was?" she persists.

"They may have been," I tell her, non-committal.

Over the last couple of days I've been sounding out some of the colleagues I am on friendlier terms with. The first couple of conversations felt slightly awkward but by the time I'd found my sixth willing contestant it had become a breeze. Nobody I approach turns down my offer of fucking my wife should they be found to have the largest dick in the room.

Of the six, three of them know Ava from when she worked here (these were the easiest conversations as they'd seen her in action before our marriage); two have met her at works dos; one is new to Mayfield's and has yet to meet her.

And now they are lined up in my lounge, naked from the waist down. I lead Ava into the room. She is blindfold and wearing only leopard print mesh knickers with a heart-shaped cutout framing her arse, and her black, knee high boots. I guide her over to the first contestant, Barry, and push her to her knees. She reaches out, blindly, and finds his cock. He sucks in his breath as she runs her fingers, and then her tongue, over its generous length. She tilts her head, considering, and then I tap Barry on the shoulder and he moves aside to let Mark take his place. Again, Ava makes her assessment with hands and mouth. She spends longer this time and is clearly wondering how anyone can exceed his good eight inches. I know better, though, and move Mark on. Now Ava feels and sucks on Patrick's cock. His is fat but shorter and she kisses it but shakes her pretty head. Next is the one I know will be fucking her arsehole tonight. Dave has a monster cock, a good half inch longer than Mark's and thicker too. She lets out a little cry of shock and I know she is intimidated at the thought of it stretching her rectum. My own dick swells in anticipation. She tests out Teddy and Mick but we all know the verdict. 

"Number four," she whispers in trepidation.

I'm glad it's Dave. Of the six, Ava knows him best. We all worked together and we see each other socially. I look forward to the next time he and his girlfriend come to dinner and we have drinks on the sofa he is about to sodomise her on.

I bend her over the sofa and lube up her anus myself before passing Dave the bottle.

As he nudges at her hole, she begs, "Take it slow. It's so big. Please."

We all gather round to watch her take it, to pin her tail to the donkey if you will. First, he inserts a finger into her little hole and works it around inside her, opening her up a little. Then he adds a second finger and she grinds back against him. He scissors his fingers, giving us all a view inside her tight arsehole, and adds a third. He opens his fingers, holding them an inch or so apart and she whimpers a little at the stretching sensation. Still stretching her with his fingers, he moves his cockhead into her entrance and pushes, withdrawing his fingers. She gasps and pants. He pushes again and she cries out. He isn't going to give up, though. I tell her, "Push back, Ava, let him in." He grins at me and pushes again, and the entire length of his massive penis disappears inside her as she emits an ear-splitting scream.

The audience cheers and high fives Dave over Ava's body. She is very still, panting and trying to relax around the huge intruder. When her breathing eases, I say, "It's time, mate," and Dave begins to fuck her.

She is thrown about as he sodomises her, her little body limp, but she is gasping and moaning, "Fuck my arse; fuck me harder," and clearly enjoying herself now she's got used to the sensation. He responds to her urging with more and more violent thrusts and slips one hand underneath her to rub her clitoris. 

"Oh God, " she cries, "oh God, I'm going to cum!" and Dave looks to me. I nod, indicating it's fine to let her have it, and he plunges into her one last time, roaring as he fills her with his semen.

The rest of us are hugely turned on, wanking as we watch. Dave withdraws from her arsehole and it gapes obscenely. One at a time, I signal to the others, and in turn they approach, jacking their cocks, and aim into her open anus as they cum. It is already closing and by the third external load it is spraying over her buttocks so I beckon my remaining guests round to her front and tell her to open her mouth for the rest.

I hold on with difficulty and, once all the others have finished, enlist their help in moving her onto all fours in the carpet, where I slam into her juicy pussy and fill her with my jizz.

23rd December

"We Three Kings" - Billy Corgan, Emilie Autumn & Dennis DeYoung

You know when I thought you looked the most beautiful I've ever seen you, Ava? That time two of my mates came round and we all fucked you at the same time. A dick in every hole is a good look for you. I dare you to do it again.

I run Ava a bath when she gets home from work and she soaks in it for twenty minutes, then dries herself and applies various lotions and potions, brushes out her hair and reapplies her make up. She puts on hold-ups and heels and is just pulling a robe over the top when the doorbell rings for the first time.

I send her to answer the door as I move the coffee table in the lounge to create a larger area of floor space. 

Ava kisses the first arrival and welcomes him inside. It is Mark, a colleague from work whom Ava worked with too. She always liked him. Once, on a dare, she let him suck her nipples in a storeroom while I held her from behind. She doesn't know, although she may suspect, that he was in our house only last night, a creditable second place in the dick-measuring contest. Ava gets him a drink and is making small-talk as I watch them together when the doorbell rings again. 

Again, she answers the door, but when she returns with our second guest, her expression is one of shock. Following her into the lounge comes Brett, Serena's husband.

Since the day that Ava fucked my ex-wife I haven't been able to banish from my head the thought of how much fun it would be for Brett and me to share the two of them, just as Rick and I shared Ava and Bella. Serena was an annoying life partner but a hot piece of ass. And I've seen the way Brett, in common with 99% of the male population, looks at my wife's legs. When it comes to broaching the possibility of wife-swapping with Brett I will be negotiating from a position of strength if Brett's already had Ava. Really, it's a no-brainer.

When I took Brett out for a drink a few days ago, it was a very easy sell. I began by asking about Serena and sharing some of my own memories of fucking her. Then I told him of a few of Ava's exploits. Finally I explained about the Advent Calendares and showed him some of my photos, before bluntly asking if he'd like to fuck my wife. I have no idea if he's been faithful to my ex up to this point but I must say - sorry, Serena - he didn't hesitate. And I'm pretty sure he's wondering how he can persuade my ex-wife to be more like the girl who supplanted her.

Now we're all here I tell Ava to take off her robe. She stands in the middle of the lounge, naked except for her stockings and shoes, and I am so proud of her. She is perfect: her pretty face and slim body, her pale skin, her firm little tits and tight arse. She spins so Brett and Mark can get a good look at her and their flies strain as their cocks swell. I tell them to drop their trousers and Ava kneels between them taking a hard dick in each of her small, white hands. As she alternately sucks and strokes them, I explain the ground rules.

I want my wife full of cum tonight, which means no condoms, which means I will be taking her pussy. Both of them are experiencing the expert warmth of her mouth right now so it seems only fair they should both get a go at her arse too.

When I mention fucking Ava's arse, Brett grins. "Nice one!" he enthuses. "Serena doesn't do anal."

I hold my tongue, but Ava is not so circumspect. "But Dale fucked her arse!" she exclaims, tactlessly, letting his cock spring from her lips. "I've seen the videos." She neglects to mention also that, mere days ago, Serena came with Ava's finger in her rectum. Brett looks thoughtful, torn between indignation and excitement. I confidently predict he will be breaching Serena's backdoor over the next few days, overriding any protests she might attempt.

The two other kings' pricks are very well lubricated now, so I shuck off my clothes and lie in the middle of the floor. Ava straddles me and sinks onto my throbbing pole. Mark, enjoying the feel of her lips and tongue, moves round to her head end and Brett drops to one knee behind her. Her pussy is already tight around my cock, but as Brett's dick slides into her arsehole it tightens further. It's an incredible feeling. I'm not remotely interested in fucking a man or being fucked by one, but the sensation of rubbing up against another man's cock through the thin wall separating a woman's two holes is, in my opinion, the ultimate erotic experience. I love to watch a woman spit-roasted but double penetration is the end goal for me in every mmf threesome in which I participate.

And one of the reasons I love my wife so very much is her willingness - no, eagerness - to indulge me in this. 

"Brett," I say, "start moving." And my ex-wife's husband begins to thrust into Ava's velvety anus. She moans around Mark's dick, drooling a little, as Brett's movement jolts her forward and back. Mark's glans must be past her tonsils now and into her throat. Her eyes will be watering and she will be struggling a little to breathe, but she'll soon get used to it and in the meantime the sensation of her choking on him will be urging Mark towards his climax. I am content to lie still, luxuriating, as Brett's weight mashes Ava rhythmically against my belly, forcing my own cock deeper inside her cunt.

"Shit!" Brett breathes. "So fucking tight!"

I wish he wouldn't talk but the poor sap doesn't get any anal sex at all from his wife, let alone with her pussy filled so I guess I can cut him some slack. I wait as he establishes a steady rhythm and Ava begins to make little mewling noises that tell me she is enjoying being stuffed like a Christmas turkey, and then I begin to move my own hips in synchronicity with Brett's thrusts, bucking them up as he bottoms out inside her. Her cries are muffled by Mark's penis but they are louder and higher in pitch, resonating through her slender body as she is pounded between the three of us.

Mark bellows, "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" as the intense vibration on his cock as it's squeezed in her gullet undoes him. He unloads down her throat and the spasming of her body as she struggles to swallow his load is too much for me. I yell and spurt my seed into her uterus. Feeling herself filled by two men's semen virtually simultaneously stimulates my wife's orgasm and she thrashes on top of me. Brett holds out longest but the pulsing of her pussy as she cums can be felt through the tissue separating her vaginal and anal passages and sucks the spunk from his balls too.

Mark collapses, spent, into an armchair, but Brett, completely overwhelmed by his first experience of filling a woman's bowels, collapses on top of Ava and me - and he is a muscular bloke. I gasp, "Fuck, Brett, mate; get off, will you?" and he rolls away.

Ava is splayed on top of me, my softening dick still inside her. I whisper in her ear, "How was it?"

She breathes, "Wonderful," and I kiss her pretty ear as she pants on top of me.

"You'll have to do it again in a bit," I remind her and she laughs, weakly. The motion expels my penis from her and she too rolls away, lying, still panting, on the lounge carpet, fluid leaking from her puffy labia.

"Who's thirsty?" I say at last, levering myself to my feet. Brett and Mark nod vigorously and Ava flaps a lethargic hand. I make my way unsteadily to the kitchen.

When I return, Mark lifts Ava's upper body and I carefully hold a glass of cold water to her dry lips. She gulps thirstily and then manages to wriggle away from Mark and prop herself against the couch. Mark's eyes are all over her but Brett now seems embarrassed and won't meet anyone's eyes, just sipping from a bottle of Peroni. I suspect this is in fact the first time he has cheated on Serena and I catch Ava's eye and tilt my head towards him.

Agreeably, she crawls over the the other end of the couch, where he has taken a seat, and slides onto the seat next to him. He still doesn't look at her, but she places her small hand on his flat belly and nuzzles her head into his neck. She begins to whisper in his ear and I beckon Mark to follow me to the kitchen. He and I, comfortable with each other and the situation, finish our beers and start on a second.




The Advent Calendar



"What's with him?" Mark asks.

"I don't think he's done anything like this before," I explain. "She was too good an offer to turn down but now he's probably thinking about how everything has changed."

Mark chuckles. "He'll be back," he predicts. "Your wife is so fucking hot."

We give Ava five minutes and then return to the room. Now she is straddling him and they are kissing passionately. One of his hands is buried in her hair; the other is squeezing one of her little breasts. Her cunt is leaking a mixture of my spunk and her own juice over his dick, which is rock hard again and nudging at her pussy lips. Before it can slip inside her I ask loudly, "Ready to go again, everyone?"

Ava looks round at me appealingly, her eyes dark with lust, but I shake my head. My ex-wife's new husband is not going to shoot his load into Ava's unprotected uterus. Reluctantly, she kisses Brett again and then slips back onto the carpet, where Mark awaits her, his big cock rearing up in anticipation. She squats astride him where he sits on the floor, her back to him, and he puts his hands on her hips to guide her into position. His glans pushes at her little anus, which - having so recently been opened and thoroughly lubricated with Brett's spunk - opens to admit him. She puffs out her breath as she sinks on to him. Fully impaled, she wriggles to get comfortable and Mark's hands slide up her torso, finding her breasts. She tips back her head so her hair trails on his chest and he squeezes her nipples between his fingers as she begins to bounce. 

Brett and I watch the show for a few moments, stroking ourselves as we watch Ava taking a cock in the arse with evident enjoyment. Then I move into position between the two pairs of legs, angling my body so I don't end up looking right into Mark's eyes, take my penis in my hand and begin to stuff it again into Ava's sloppy vagina.

She writhes between me and Mark and he groans. Her eyes have rolled back in her head and she babbles, "Oh God, fuck me..." I bottom out inside her and her head snaps from side to side. I am about to prompt Brett to join in when I realise it's unnecessary. He takes her face between his two big hands and twists her neck so she faces him as he kneels beside our thrashing bodies. His cock, lately sheathed in her rectum, urgently pushes at her lips and she opens wide, sucking him inside.

Once again, my wife's three holes are filled and I am setting the pace this time, my weight as I slam into her tight twat forcing her down onto Mark's cock in her little arsehole. Mark is supporting her torso from behind now and she lifts her hands to Brett, one on his buttock, pulling him closer, the other stroking his scrotum and perineum. He is gasping and saying her name as he pushes deeper into her throat. She slurps, gurgles and moans indistinctly.

This time, I am the first to lose control, painting the walls of her cunt with my second load. I withdraw and, my legs shaking, cross the room to find my phone. I move around the trio on the floor, snapping away, making sure I have identifiable photos of Brett fucking Ava's throat, which I send to his phone, and of the cum leaking from her pussy as she takes two more cocks in her mouth and arse. 

Brett comes next, his semen overflowing her mouth and seeping out around his dick to stream down her face and onto her tits. Ava leans forwards, bracing herself on her hands, to finish, finally cumming in unison with Mark.

That's it for the evening. We are all spent and trembling. It is a huge effort for me and Brett to haul Ava to her feet and off Mark. She is a mess and I help her stagger upstairs and lie - cum-soaked - on our bed. Then I return downstairs to the boys. Mark asks if he can use our shower before returning home to his pregnant girlfriend and while he is in there, Brett and I sit companionably on the couch, looking through the photos.

Brett says in wonder, "Your missus is awesome."

24th December

'All I Want For Christmas is You' - Mariah Carey

Just you and me tonight, Ava. I dare you to make love with me in a stable, where ox and ass are feeding. Or maybe just a couple of horses.

It's the final window on the Advent Calendare. Ava looks both wistful and relieved.

"It's been the most wonderful Advent ever," she sighs. "Last night . . . Well, there are no words. I'm so lucky you're not jealous and possessive."

I grin.

"I'm so lucky you're not uptight and prissy," I reply.

"I have been, though, haven't I?" she says, soberly. "I'm so sorry for the past couple of years. You've been so patient. And, God, have I been missing out!"

She wraps herself around me and kisses me lavishly. My cock jumps and I want to take her right now but I have to get to work.

The choice of a stable has a special significance for Ava and me. She loves horses and horse riding and when I first fell in love with her she used to look after a friend's horse. On a Sunday afternoon I would tell Serena I was going to the pub to read the Sunday paper in peace and would sneak off to meet my girlfriend. Ava would come straight from the farm in her jodhpurs, polo shirt and long boots, looking as if she'd stepped out of the pages of Jilly Cooper novel, smelling of horse and straw, and I would strip her and lie her in her bed, and part her legs.

As a result, I don't find the smell of stable or horse or even horseshit unpleasant. Instead, it makes my penis twitch and evokes wonderful memories of forbidden passion.

On Christmas Eve, just after eleven at night, I drive her to the yard. There is no sign of human life here at this time of night, but we can hear the stamping and whinnying of horses and ponies as we pass their stalls. Quietly, we make our way to the loose box belonging to the horse she used to care for. It's kept ready for him but he lives out year-round now except in the most inclement of weather. As we pass, she hefts a bale of hay from a stack. "Much more comfortable to lie on than scratchy straw," she says. When we reach the loose box she scatters it in a pile. 

I begin very slowly to undress her, taking my time. After each piece of clothing is removed I kiss the soft flesh I have exposed and in time she lies naked beneath me, beautiful and vulnerable in the soft light of the dim battery lantern overhead. I stroke her lovely breasts and kiss them, closing my mouth over her hard left nipple and flicking my tongue lightly over the peak. With the very tip of my tongue I read her areola like Braille, exploring each bump and declivity. She is so gorgeous, so sexy, so perfect, so . . . bloody impatient! She arches her back, trying to force her nipple into my mouth. I laugh at her and tell her to slow down, let me take my time. 

In response, she tears at my trousers, wrenching them to my knees and pulling me between her legs. I relent, quickly stripping off my clothes and parting her thighs. Her hands are on my buttocks as I guide my rigid dick inside her. She draws up one knee to increase the depth of penetration. She is so wet that the sex is practically frictionless. Her juice flows down between her legs into the hay beneath us. I look deep into her warm hazel eyes as we are joined together, trying to communicate the depth of my love for her - and she knows. She takes my bottom lip between her small white teeth and her legs begin to quiver as she cums, her pussy milking my cock.

Christmas Day

"The Power of Love" - Frankie Goes to Hollywood

On Christmas morning, a naked Ava wakes me with a kiss and balances a breakfast tray on my belly. It's suspiciously light, though, and I don't smell coffee or bacon. I open one sleepy eye. The only item on the tray is a small piece of white plastic.

There is a roiling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

I open the other eye and sit upright.

In the centre of the stick, behind a little transparent window, is a blue cross.

I stare at the stick and then at my wife.

Ava sweeps the tray off my belly and pulls back the quilt to expose my naked body and morning wood. She straddles me and I look critically at her torso. I could swear her breasts are fuller, her nipples darker, her belly not quite so flat as before. 

I pull her down so her breasts are crushed against my chest and kiss her plump lips.

"I love you, Ava," I say.

"I love you, Dale."

And as my beautiful, slutty, pregnant wife impales herself on my cock and rides me, simultaneously laughing and crying, I wonder idly which of the many loads I have deposited inside her over the past few weeks harboured the intrepid little fellow responsible for this Christmas miracle.

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To everyone who reads my Christmas story: a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New year to you. I hope you enjoyed reading about Ava and Dale and may all your Christmas wishes - like theirs - come true.

Love Sarah xxx