A Christmas Present

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A Christmas Present

Unread post by Someone » Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:37 am

A Christmas Present
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It all started a couple of weeks before Christmas, when my wife, Carina, the love of my life, asked me, if I’d decided what to give Richard. The question shocked me somewhat - I hadn’t decided on anything because I hadn’t been planning on giving him anything at all!

“I’m giving him a present?” I asked her, looking nonplussed.

“Well, of course you are, Bent. Why wouldn’t you?” she asked me, looking slightly crossed.

“I mean,” she added, “he’s a very important part of our lives, isn’t it?” She got a little, dreamy smile on her lips and a far-away look in her eyes, as she clearly contemplated just how Richard was important to us. Truth be told, I felt a little stirring in my pants as I thought about the same thing.

“Eh… okay, yes,” I admitted.

“So, of course you’re giving him a gift.” And that was that - end of discussion. I was getting my wife’s boyfriend a present.

---

“Oooh! Uh! Mhm…” Carina moaned softly as I swirled my tongue around her hard, little clit, using the considerable skill I’d obtained over the last couple of months to bring my wife pleasure with my mouth. Then I stuck my tongue deep into her hot little pussy and found the salty deposit, she’d been holding for me.

She’d almost just returned home from a date with Richard. Nothing too fancy, just a dinner at a romantic restaurant, a movie and a good, hard banging on his couch… or his bed, or even his car. I hadn’t heard the details yet; as soon as he’d dropped her off, she’d staggered into the bedroom with that sated glow she always got after a good time with her boyfriend, and threw herself on the bed. I’d followed her, very well knowing (and looking forward to) what came next: the cleaning.

“He filled me up good, dear,” she’d grinned as she spread her legs, giving me room to do my job. Oh, how she loved this part… we both did.

“Sounds good,” I’d answered and gotten down to business.

And now I finally got to taste the proof of my wife’s most recent infidelity. Salty and slimy, it’s one of the most erotic tastes I’ll ever know, and when it’s mixed with Carina’s musky pussy-juice? Indescribable!

“Ahh…” she sighed as I slowly and lovingly sucked Richard’s hot sperm from her delicious pussy, like nectar from the most beautiful flower in the world.

“Mmm…” I murmured into her as I enjoyed her precious gift.

“Oooh… enjoying your pie, dear?” she wondered out loud.

“You know I am, love,” I said as I pulled my mouth from her neither-regions for a second to answer her.

“Yeah… I do. Mhm… you’re the best little cuck a woman could hope for, aren’t you? Oh yes… Yes!” she gasped as I attacked her clit once again, rewarding her for her kind words. After a minute’s intimate attention to that cute little centre of her pleasures, I changed tactic and started tongue-fucking her, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as possible, licking and touching her insides as much as possible. I knew how my wife wanted her oral-sex: with variety. I could just go straight for the clit and stay there ‘till she came but I knew that would be a shallow orgasm compared to what I could give her (and what she’d gotten from Richard - and yes, it’s not a competition, I know that… except it kinda is, you know?).

I’d once asked her, if she could only have one cock for the rest of the life, whose would it be, mine or Richard’s. She tried to break it to me easy, but there was no doubt: It was Richard’s.

Then I’d asked what if she had to choose between my tongue and Richard’s dick. She chose me. As she said: “I loooove getting fucked long and hard by that great wood, but the thought of you not cleaning me out afterwards? Heart-breaking!”

Now that’s something that’ll put pride into a husband’s heart - and heart into his pussy-licking!

“Oh yes, oh yes!” she gasped, letting me know she was enjoying herself. I briefly considered using a finger but discarded it - tonight I wanted her cumming off my tongue, and only my tongue.

“Mhm… yes. Oh lick me, cuckie, yeeees! Make me cum with your tongue, hubby, since your dick can‘t!” she cried as I once again introduced my tongue to her clit, flicking it and loving it. She was getting closer: she always got more vocal the closer she got to the big O. Talkative, you know what I mean? Talkative and demeaning…

That made me back off a bit, retreating from the wonderful little button and ran my tongue up and down her pretty, pink labia, letting her arousal simmer a bit instead of adding to the fire. You gotta take your time sometimes, you know?

“Ahh… more…” she sighed and ran her fingers through my hair, trying to press my face into her pussy but I skilfully avoided it. It seemed her clit missed my tongue but I knew what was better for my wife - she’d thank me later.

Her soft, delicate pussylips were completely devoid of hair, which I simply just loved. Not only was it extremely sexy and made it so much hotter to lick her wonderful pussy, it was also a constant reminder of what she was.

See, early in our marriage I had asked her to shave. I’d seen it in porn and found it quite arousing, but Carina had flat-out refused. She’d said only sluts shaved, not decent, married women. I’d asked her again now and then, usually at special occasions (one year, I even made it a birthday wish) but every time to no avail… Until about an hour before her second date with Richard - and the first time she expected him to see her naked (good girls don’t fuck on first date, according to my wife).

Suddenly, after a single date with him she was a slut. No longer just my wife, she was also another man’s slut, and every time I saw her gorgeous, hairless pussy, I was reminded of this one, insanely arousing fact. As I said, I loved it!

Without warning I returned to her clit, sucking it into my mouth and rapidly flicking it with my tongue, making her gasp in pleasure.

”Ah! Oh God… yes…” she moaned, ”mhm… Richard’s big cock… then your wonderful tongue… God!”

I spent the next fifteen minutes with my head between her legs, again and again taking her aaalmost to the growing orgasm, just to back off and make her cool off a bit, making her whimper in desperate need and scream in joyful lust.

Until finally: ”Yeeees! Oh yes, oh wonderful, wonderful hubby! Oh! Ohhh!” And while crying her pleasure out, her strong thighs clamped around my neck, trapping my head between them and my face in her pretty pussy, where I could do little but keep my tongue in her, making sure she enjoyed it ’till the end.

Which she did. Oh boy, did she…

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Once she calmed down I crawled up beside her. This was usually where I ’reclaimed’ her, fucked her swollen, greedy cunt, desperately trying to make her cum but usually failling to do so. It’s been quite a while since I managed to do that with my dick. All the more reason to take pride in my tongue-skills, eh?

”You know, I’ve been thinking,” I told her and caressed her big, sexy boobs through the tight shirt she’d worn for her date. It looked good on her, the marine-blue matched her eyes and the thinly stretched material made her breasts very noticeable.

”Yeah?” she asked without even opening her eyes, probably not really in the mood for talking. It’d been a long night for her, after all, what with getting fucked and licked by her two adoring men.

”About Richard’s present. I’ve figured out what I wanna give him,” I explained.
”Oh?” she asked and looked at me, getting curious.

”Yeah…” I said, gathering my nerve.

”Well, what?”

”Exclusivity.” There. I said it. It was out there.

”What? What do you mean?” she asked a little befuddled. Apparently that one word hadn’t explained as much as I thought it would. On the other hand, she hadn’t been obsessing about it for the last week as I had…

”Sexually. You know, with you,” I explained, ”for all of January, he’ll be your one and only lover.”

She thought it over for a moment, but it was easy to see how much the idea appealed to her. Her eyes were getting a shiny look to them, a look of lust, desire and love.
”You’d… you’d be okay with that though?” she asked.

”Yeah,” I shrugged, ”it’s kinda hot for me too. The thought of you being off getting thoroughly fucked while I won’t even get sloppy seconds…” I gestured down to my rock-hard dick, although she couldn’t really see it through my jeans.

”Yeah,” she whispered, clearly getting more and more excited, ”my poor little cucky all alone at home, with no one to please him but his right hand…” Her breathing was getting faster again, a clear sign of her growing arousal.

With a horny smile she spread her legs again.

”Do me again,” she commanded, and with a happy smile, I dove between her legs, my tongue finding the way to her tasty pussy once again.

---

Despite the inherent stress of Christmas (especially with a pair of kids off from school!) my wife took pity on me - or maybe she wanted to reward me for my present-idea, I don’t know - and we screwed like newly-weds. Sometimes we made slow, tender love, sometimes she bent over and told me to hurry up. Sometimes she was the sweetest lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I took my husbandly dues, sometimes she was the sexiest cuckoldress, teasing me mercilessly as she gracefully allowed me inside her (have you ever gotten the question ”is it in yet?” while screwing? Or had your wife read Cosmo while you take her doggy-style, trying your best at least to get her to notice?).

December, up till the 26th was awesome!

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”Hurry up! Richard’ll be here soon, and I need to freshen up before!” my impatient wife hissed at me as I hammered my dick into her again and again.

My dear wife certainly knew how to get me hot. On another man, moans and cries and declarations of how good it felt might work better… but her telling me to finish my last act of sex faster because she needed to look good for her boyfriend? That certainly made me hot!

”Oh yeah, yeah!” I gasped, getting closer and closer to my last, wonderful orgasm.
”He’s gonna fuck me sooo good,” she said dreamily, ”it’s been so long since last, but finally…”

”Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” I cried and thrust into her as deep as I could one last time before my cum spewed out of my dick.

Only to be caught in the rubber she’d made me wear (”Richard getting your sloppy seconds? Are you mad?”) for our final fuck.

”Oh good, you’re done?” she said as I slowly pulled out of her. Immediately she stood up and went to the bathroom to fix whatever damage I’d done to her impeccable good looks, leaving me to discard the rubber and make the bed… it might be needed again soon, after all.

”You know I love you, right?” she asked as she came back into the bedroom, brushing her long, dark hair, erasing any trace of our love-making - it wouldn’t do to give Richard a present that looked used, now would it?

”Yeah,” I smiled at her.

”More than anything,” she said, quite solemn, ”if the choice was between you and Richard, you’d win any day.” Maybe she was worried about what this could do to our marriage?

”I know,” I assured her earnestly, ”if I wasn’t sure of that, I’d never let you go through with this. As it is… I think it’s gonna be awesome, and it’ll only make us happier with one another.”

She thought about that for a second, and then sent me one of those loving, breath-taking smiles that makes me weak in the knees, ”You’re the best husband ever.”

And if I’d thought the smile made me weak, the soul-sharing kiss that followed her words sent me out of commission.

---

It would be quite the understatement to say that Richard liked his gift. He simply loved being her exclusive lover, and I must say he’d taken advantage of the fact. Usually, they have a date a week (sometimes more) but since the 26th she’s been with him at least three times a week. Sometimes for a dinner-date, but often she just drops by after work for a good fuck.

As she said when I brought it up: “You’re the one who agreed to be celibate, not me. I have needs!” Wow… what do you respond to that? Me, I gave her a kiss and watched her well-shaped ass walk out the door, heading for yet another date with her boyfriend. And yes, I still get to clean her afterwards – none of us was interested in taking that away – but the only one who gets me off now is my right hand.

So I’m slowly going insane with that special mix of intense arousal and extreme cuckolding-angst while she's having the time of her life... as it should be, I guess.

Today is Tuesday the 17th of January. Or, as I measure days now, there are now 14 days till I once again can reclaim my wife; at 00:01 on February 1st, some very important part of me is going to be inside my wife. I may only last a minute, but trust me: after January 2012, it’ll be the best damn minute of my life.

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Re: A Christmas Present

Unread post by HerLittleGuy » Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:18 am

What a marvellous story! Welcome to OHW.

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