Zee's Christmas Party Surprise

[Larson]

Z's Christmas Party Surprise
by Larson

Before I met and married Zee, my wife of 28 years, I was married to Sharon while I was in college and the first part of graduate school. Sharon and I had gotten married quite young, at 18, and things were pretty good for about six years. While I was still a grad student, Sharon went to work for a local high tech company where she was a secretary to a top manager named Pete. Pete was almost 20 years older than we were and a very sophisticated guy, an executive at this important company. You'd recognize the name of it if I could risk putting it here.

I was consumed in my work as a graduate student in those days, but Sharon and I had some chance to do social things with her company, and with Pete in particular. I wanted to go into the industry Pete's company was in when I was done, so I thought Pete would be a good connection. Sharon, inevitably, became very interested in these outings, which were pretty high-end affairs, and I noticed she was more and more attentive, almost seductive, with Pete, who had a kind of casual way of making it seem natural.

To get to the point, it wasn't long before Pete was fucking Sharon. That was hard for me to take, but probably aroused or confirmed in me a latent interest in the cuckold-type relationship, although I didn't realize it at the time. With Sharon that wasn't manifested, although when I found out Sharon was fucking him, it was hard not to notice I was as aroused about it as I was sad. But it wasn't long before Sharon announced she was going to leave me for Pete, with plans to get married.

The fact that Pete was fucking Sharon became pretty common knowledge among my friends, and it was pretty humiliating, but it was even harder on me when she left—losing a spouse stings no matter what else is true. But because I didn't have to be around them after she moved out, I got over it and went on, finished my degree, and left the city within a year to start in the high tech industry—but not in Pete's company. Pete and Sharon left town together soon after that when he got another job at a different company in distant city. I kept track of them, mostly through announcements at his company and with once a year calls on her birthday and things like that. As it turns out, they never did get married because Pete was always fucking around with other women, and eventually Sharon got tired of that, but Sharon was with him all through the next two or three years. I got a little satisfaction from knowing from Sharon that things might not be going too well for them as a couple.

About a year after I finished grad school I met Zee, and we got married and fairly quickly started real cuckolding, this time with my explicit consent—it was actually my idea—from our first date. About a year after that, amazingly, Pete got hired as a Vice President by the company I was working for to replace my boss's boss. The only salvation in that situation, and the reason I didn't immediately quit, is that the timing of this was good in another way—Sharon had just left Pete for another man she had met and wasn't around, so Pete was sort of in the same boat I was.

Pete and I actually sort of became friendly over that shared humiliation in a jocular kind of way, but there was always this adversarial edge too. Pete met Zee, of course, and Zee was aware of the whole situation with Sharon and Pete because we had talked about all of that, and how it made me feel, very early on in our relationship.

Pete had a Christmas party at his house that year after he had been with the company for about nine months. Zee and I went to the party, of course, and Zee was dressed to the nines, sexy in a black mid-calf silk dress with spaghetti straps. I could see that she hadn't worn a bra under it—her beautifully-formed nipples showed through where they touched the silk in front. As we pulled up just past Pete's house to park down the street, she also let me know that she had on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose, and that she had worn one of her nicest pair of underpants, teasing me with, "Unless you want me to take those off now." I just smiled and shook my head no. Zee always wore her underpants over her garters so they could be pulled down whenever we wanted to, so she could flash in public, or let someone fuck her.

"Oh, well," she continued, and gave me one of her smiles, the kind that told me she had something on her mind, as I maneuvered into the parking spot. She often teased me in that way and was fond of engaging in a little flashing at parties, so I assumed that's what was in store for me that night—it was the kind of thing she knew I liked—and even in this setting, with business colleagues, there was very little harm in it since, obviously, everyone would have had a little to drink and because Zee had become very good at making a little over-exposure seem kind of accidental. I was actually looking forward to it.

But as we headed up the street toward the sidewalk to Pete's house, things turned in a different direction. Z asked me, as we turned toward the house, "Am I a better fuck than Sharon was?"

That was an easy question. "Of course you are—amazingly better!" and it was true. Zee is truly incredible—not only beautiful and sexy, but easily the best and wettest cunt in the world; she is the hottest fuck on earth.

Zee continued, more softly, as we proceeded up the long walk surrounded by a lovely garden, "It kind of hurts my feelings a little that Pete might think I'm second best to Sharon—that you settled for me only because she left you for him."

"That's crazy!" I replied, genuinely surprised. "That was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me," I insisted. "If Sharon hadn't left me, I might not have met you at all."

"I know," Zee answered, "but I don't think Pete would really understand that, or even believe it, do you?" We were half way up the walk.

"Well, he'd be nuts to think that," I answered, assuming that would be the end of it.

Zee was quiet for a second, but just as we reached the steps to the front door she followed with, "I can think of a way for him to know I'm better than Sharon."

"How?" I answered, but even as I said it I got that familiar feeling in my stomach—it had dawned on me just exactly how Pete might learn that Zee was right, and I already knew that Zee was very attuned to what would push my buttons. So I was half horrified and half aroused as I waited for her answer.

"Well," Zee said, as we reached the landing in front of the door, "We could let Pete fuck me. Then he'd know for sure, wouldn't he?" And she squeezed my arm a little.

I had known it was coming, really, but hearing it out loud, I was suddenly aghast, my stomach hollow and my heart racing. But my cock had jumped to attention and I had to reach down and adjust myself to keep it from catching in an uncomfortable position. All I could think of was to try to buy a bit of time. "That may not be such a good idea," I told her hurriedly, and nervously. And even the part of me that was hard as a rock for it didn't think it was really such a good idea.

But Zee just knows what to do, and say. She half-turned toward me. "It is too a good idea!, "she insisted. "Don't you want Pete to know that I'm better than Sharon? And that even though I let him fuck me, I'm going to stay with you? Don't you want him to know that? Wouldn't that be a kind of vindication for you? And it's not like it would be anything different for us—you like it when other men fuck me."

My cock had turned rigid in my pants—Zee is amazingly clever about handling my sexual interest, turning having another man fuck her into a victory of sorts for me—that takes a kind of insight, a kind of genius. I had to admit there was some sense in what she said. But I still didn't really want it to happen with Pete, and certainly not that night. Even if Zee was going to do it, I wanted a chance to think about it, to get used to it, to plan it—to keep it from being a humiliating disaster. Deep inside I did want it—that's what the butterflies in my stomach were about, and Zee knew it; in retrospect maybe both of us knew it.

Zee made the obvious point, "Pete will never know for sure that I'm better than Sharon unless he actually fucks me too. Right? Wouldn't it make you feel proud that I stay with you even after he fucks me?"

It was incredibly erotic, what she was suggesting, horribly so, and I couldn't dodge the feeling I now suddenly had. It was perverse, but I did want him to know that. Zee knew just how to do this, had probably been planning it for some time. It might be strange for most guys to be proud of having their wife fuck another man, but Zee knew me. She was right—I wanted it. But I still wasn't prepared for it right at that moment, and told her so—I said I understood, and even agreed, but that I wanted to wait a few days to talk about it, and to think how to do it. It was just too scary, too unsettling an idea to spring on me right at his door.

But Zee knew what she wanted to do: she simply said, "No, Larson, there's no time like right now. This is something that's going to happen anyway, and you know that. I want to do it for you, and I know you want it. We should just do it tonight. There's no sense delaying." Her hand went to the front of my pants as she reached out to ring the doorbell, and she could feel the huge hard-on that had sprung up as we talked. "I can see you like the idea, and I'm ready. This needs to happen tonight—that's best, I think. Is that OK?" She wasn't really looking for an answer, and she didn't wait for one. "I think I should ask Pete to fuck me as soon as I get a private moment with him at the party—I'll look at you when I've done it so you'll know, and I'll tell him I want it to happen tonight, near the end, when not many people are there."

I was reeling already, but that last phrase set off new alarm bells. "What do you mean, near the end? You mean while there are still people here?"

Zee just smiled. "Lots of people knew Pete was fucking Sharon, and that might have contributed to how hot it was for Pete. You don't want me to be at a disadvantage in making him cum, do you? Don't you think some of the people here should know Pete has fucked me? Maybe even see it?"

Now my heart was pounding in my chest, and I told her NO, that I didn't think that was a good idea. That was really too much. But my cock betrayed my real feelings, and Zee just smiled, squeezing it a little, and said, "Let me just handle it. It'll be fine. It'll just be one or two people who will see it. Everyone will know, of course." And then she looked up at me with a look that was half scold and half tease. "And, Larson, I do expect you to take it like a man—you have to let them see it's OK with you, to see you act like you want it, that it's your idea, or it will be worse for you, don't you think? Tell me yes."

I felt myself flushing, but Zee tugged gently on my hand and raised her eyebrows, demanding confirmation. "OK," I whispered hoarsely, although I could hardly believe I was saying it. I was scared out of my wits, but so amazed at what Zee was saying that I couldn't help myself. And then it hit me that I hadn't brought anything for protection. "Did you bring a condom?" I asked.

She turned slightly toward me again, with a little frowning pout on her face. "No," she answered softly, looking up at me and touching my face with the hand that wasn't stroking my cock. "Pete didn't use condoms with Sharon, did he? He needs to feel his cock in me too, and I need to feel him squirt inside me. I know that's what you really want too."

Before I could object, or say anything else at all, the door opened and we were inside and in the swirl of the party. It was crowded and loud, with people drinking quite a bit and carrying on as people do at Christmas parties. All evening I had a knot in my stomach, watching, waiting, glancing around continuously at them both, wondering when she was going to do it. I circulated, trying to keep a grip on my feelings as I watched Zee make the rounds.

Zee is gorgeous, and at 25 at the time, stiffened every guy's cock--5'7", 132, 36B-25-35, with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes; she was the center of attention in her unbelievably sexy dress, her nipples denting the fabric to show her lovely small breasts. She got subtly fondled more than once as she said her hellos and hugged people from my office.

Eventually she found her way over to Pete, who was holding court near the bar, and I watched her chat easily an amiably with him and the others, laughing. I saw him look at her nipples, and run his gaze up and down her body. And then I saw her touch his elbow and lean in toward his ear. He nodded and a second later the two of them drifted away slightly, toward the back wall next to the bar.

I know exactly when she told him, when she let him know she wanted him to fuck her. He looked up at her with a start, and then he glanced around until he found me watching him. Zee leaned in again and continued to whisper, and Pete nodded a few time. He smiled and glanced again at me. They chatted a bit more, he hugged her and gave her a little peck on the cheek, and then they both wandered off. But I knew. I knew Pete would be inside my wife, the second of my wives he would fuck, before the night was out.

It was more than an hour and a half latter, when the party was winding down, that they connected again, and spoke briefly. Zee walked back over to me across the room. She told me it would be time soon, and we both watched as, one after another, people and couples came up to Pete to say thanks, and Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year, and goodnight. Pete smiled over at me and nodded as one of the last couples approached him. As they walked toward the door, I looked around to see that there were just five of us left, Zee, Pete, me, and two other men from the office, John and Tim, both of them unattached—no dates. John and Tim both worked directly for Pete, a level above me in the company's hierarchy.

Zee looked up at me, and smiled. "Are you ready?" But she didn't wait for an answer. "It's time." She looked directly over at Pete and nodded. He motioned to us almost imperceptibly from across the room where he was talking to John, and nodded back. As we walked over toward him she looked up at me lovingly. "Be a big boy about this now, Larson." My heart leapt into my throat. But my cock throbbed.

I was scared shitless and couldn't say a thing, but Zee just reached out, patted me on the arm, and said, "It'll be fine. You'll be glad it happened. Behave now and it'll be nice for everyone. And remember, it's best if you take it like a man. Make it look like your idea and I'll be proud of you." That phrase again. Pretty interesting idea, taking it like a man, considering that what she meant was that another man was about to take her.

And then we were next to Pete. He reached in behind her, putting his arm around her waist and looked right at me. Zee looked up at me and, reaching behind her back with her outside hand, took my wrist and removed my arm from around her. She patted my hand and put it down at my side. Without another word, as if he knew he was entitled, Pete turned her around, put his arms around her, and kissed her on the mouth. Not a Christmas kiss, either—a deep and intimate one. Zee opened her mouth to take his tongue and arched her back to lean back a bit for him so he held her weight, her arms falling to her sides in submission.

I stepped around behind them so I could see better. I was hard as a rock even though I had my heart in my throat. I glanced around at John and Tim and saw that they had stopped talking and were staring at Pete and Zee. I know I flushed red—they were going to see her submit to him, to let him fuck her—but it was just too erotic to stop, and too hot not to watch. I turned back toward Zee and Pete and watched as his hand went to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress.

Pete didn't waste any time. He unzipped Zee's dress from the back and stepped back, lifting the straps off her shoulders and holding them suspended for just a second while his fingers grazed her beautiful skin and he looked down inside the front of her dress to see her breasts. He glanced over at me with a small knowing smile and I found myself nodding assent to what he was about to do.

He dropped the straps, Zee shrugging them off so that her dress fell away from her shoulders and then dropped over her hips. She was standing there nude except for her panties, stockings, heels, and garter belt, her gorgeous tits exposed for Pete, and also for Tim and John, to see, her nipples rigid with arousal.

Pete didn't miss a beat. He knelt down and, taking Zee's panties at the waistband, drew them down over her bottom and thighs, exposing her mound with its dark downy thatch—and I saw, as Pete helped her balance to step out of them by putting his hand on the inside of her thigh, that she had trimmed her pubic hair so that there was just a small oval patch showing—obviously she had been planning this.

I knew it would be seconds now before Pete was inside her, and I felt the burning mixture of terrible shame overwhelming arousal at how much I wanted to see his cock slide up inside her, to see her cum for him while he shot his seed in her. I was aware of John and Tim watching, but was way beyond embarrassment at that now. Zee was nude in front of all of them, and they knew what was going to happen now too. It was too late to stop it. And I didn't want to.

Pete put his hands around her small waist and turned her, walking her backwards toward the couch that separated the living room from the foyer. Zee bumped against the back of it and Pete held her as she gently arched her back over it, almost like they had practiced it. She bent her neck and held herself with her arms spread wide back and behind her on the seat for balance and the small of her back on the top of the sofa. She raised her feet slightly off the floor and opened her legs. As Pete lifted and spread her knees apart, Zee helped him position her bottom so that he would have access to her opening.

Pete unzipped his pants and asked Zee, "Are you ready for it?"

Zee nodded and opened her legs even wider, exposing her glistening cunt and bottom for him, the most agonizing and amazing thing I have ever seen, displaying herself for him, showing us all the gaping pinkness of her cunt, which was sopping wet and splayed open so that you could actually see up inside her vagina. Pete put two fingers inside her and withdrew them, bringing them to his nose and then licking them. He put his middle finger into her bottom and stroked in and out of her anus. Zee let out a soft moan and fell back, accepting of what was about to happen.

She held herself open that way for agonizing seconds while Pete dropped his pants and underwear and shuffled into position between her legs. She was so wide open we could all see how wet she was, how ready for his thrust, how much she wanted what Pete was going to do to her.

Pete looked back at me, sort of smiling again, and asked, "Are you ready for it, Larson?" I felt myself burning with two emotions, but I managed a nod. That was enough. Pete said, "I love fucking your wives." And then he looked at Tim and John and winked at them. He spread her lips open with his fingers and rubbed his cock up and down on her sopping slit a few times, and Zee lifted her hips to try to take it inside her, her breathing telling how ready she was.

And that was it. Without another word, without a wasted motion, he aimed the head of his cock into the gaping opening of Zee's cunt at a slightly steeper angle and slid it all the way up into her in one stroke, encunting her completely. Zee let out a little moan, "Oh, yes! Fuck me!" I could see her tilt her hips, pushing back a little to take his thrust, to help him slide into her all the way. And then they were fucking, Pete alternately pulling back and then slamming his cock into her, Zee rocking her hips with each stroke to give him full access to her insides, gazing up at his eyes with a look of primal desire. You could hear the soft shimmering sound of their slickness as Pete drove himself into her, his little grunts as he took over my wife's belly and womb, her moans of acceptance at his invasion of her cunt.

Zee clearly enjoyed it as much as Pete did—you could hear her soft whimperings as his cock speared in and out of her vagina—and they were for real: Zee is not into phony sound effects, ever, and you can tell. I stood there, with Tom and John watching too, fascinated, aroused, throbbing. And humiliated.

It didn't take long for Pete to make my wife's womb his. Soon their rhythm changed imperceptibly, getting faster, the silky shimmering of his strokes into her a little louder. And then Pete gave her several sharp, powerful strokes pulling Zee's hips hard up against himself, holding it deep inside her a little longer, almost an imperceptible pause on each deep thrust. Zee's moans on each of these hard strokes became more plaintive, longing, wanton. "I'm going to cum," Pete whispered hoarsely.

"Yes! Come in me,!" Zee answered, and Pete grunted as he tensed and let go. I knew he was pumping his load into her, each pulse accompanied by another deep hard stroke. Zee let loose with a huge moan, "Oh, God, yes, fuck it into me—fuck your sperm in me!" And then she convulsed as well, the two of them lost in an orgasm that lasted for stroke after stroke after stroke as he sprayed his semen inside my wife, deep in her cunt hole.

And then it was done. Pete stepped back, his cock slipping out of her vagina, and his semen poured out in a stream of white liquid, some of it dripping down her legs, a couple of blobs falling on the rug. Zee stood up, Pete's sperm glistening on her thighs, her nipples standing out from her nude breasts. She kissed Pete, taking his tongue again, casually, openly giving herself to him, unashamed of what he had done to her. Proud of it.

"Man, your wife has a great cunt, Larson. She's a fabulous fuck. You never got to see me fuck Sharon, but I have to tell you, Zee is better. Way better. I hope you enjoyed watching."

Zee looked up at me and beamed—she had, after all, just been proved right. "You liked it too, didn't you, Larson?" she asked. "Show us how much you liked it." She paused.

I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, but she made it clear immediately. "Take out your cock and masturbate to show us all how much you liked seeing Pete fuck me. I'm going to suck John and Tim while you do it."

Again, a shock went through me, but so did an electric sexual charge. I knew this was Zee's way of letting me be in charge, sort of, of making it clear this was my choice. Without an instant's hesitation, Zee knelt and unzipped John's pants, reaching inside to take out his cock. She put it up to her lips, flicking her tongue on the tip, licking up the pre-cum glistening on the head, and then sucking it in her mouth all the way. She took John's cock, glistening with her saliva, out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Larson?," she said with a little more insistence, "Show everyone how much you like having me do this." And then she just waited, smiling at me quietly.

I knew what I had to do, and in any event, I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my pants, and took out my swollen cock. Zee smiled at me and turned back to John, sucking him into her mouth, and started in on giving him an amazing and enthusiastic blow job. He closed his eyes and moaned, and I started to stroke myself. I knew it wouldn't take long for John to blow his load in her, and I didn't want to cum too soon, but what Zee was doing was so hot I didn't know how long I could last—with one hand she pulled his sack down and she worked her wet mouth on his prick, twisting his nuts gently to increase the sensation. She took him all the way into her mouth over and over and then putting her mouth around the head of his cock she stroked his shaft with her other hand. With that John let go, lgiving out a loud groan as his semen jetted into her mouth. Zee kept his cock in her mouth as his load poured out of it, and she worked his cock deep into her mouth, swallowing his semen, slurping and sucking him down while he rode his orgasm.

As soon as John was done, Zee wiped the small remnant of John's sperm from her mouth and motioned silently to Tim to step into place in front of her, shuffling on her knees a bit toward him to get into position. He dropped his pants as she helped take out his cock and then took him directly into her mouth, glancing up at me as she did. As I watched her start to suck him, holding his testicles in her hand, squeezing them gently to hurry his ejaculation into her mouth, I couldn't bear it any more and my own load jetted out in a huge orgasm. It arced up and landed on the floor in spurts, big ribbons of cum shooting up and over, arching several feet across the room.

"Oh, good boy, Larson!" Z said, taking Tim out of her mouth for a second. And then turning to Pete, and John, "See how much he likes it. It's so nice to see him have to waste his cum while your sperm all goes inside me." And then she took Tim's cock back in her mouth and in a few seconds Tim groaned and shot his load down her throat.

When it was over Pete helped Zee put her dress back on, and winked at me as he pocketed her underpants. She turned her back to him to let him zip her up, a very intimate act, actually, and then she took my arm, and bent over to kiss Tim and then John on the cheek. She turned to give Pete an embrace, which included letting him feel her breast through the black silk of her dress. We all watched as he reached into the top of it to scoop out one tit and fondle it in front of us all, displaying her to John and Tim, clearly comfortable with owning her. And then he said goodnight.

As we were walking down the walk he called after us, "Larson, bring Zee by the office latter this week, will you?" I looked back and just nodded. We all knew what it meant.

In fact, Pete fucked Zee about once a week after that for more than a year. Eventually Pete got himself fired, for sexual harassment, of all things, of another woman in the office. But that year was an excruciating mixture of agony and arousal for me, taking Zee to Pete's office or his house and watching him fuck her dozens of times, or dropping her off for a date with Pete, knowing they were going out for dinner or the theater, sometimes with others, knowing he would fuck her privately later that night. And knowing John and Tim surely hadn't kept their mouths shut about what had happened at the Christmas party. Everyone knew Pete fucked my wife nearly as often as I did. It was awful. It was also wonderful.

Zee was true to her word—she certainly never even considered leaving me for Pete, something she was quite clear about at all times. "I just want him to fuck me," she would often say, "and it's as much for you as it is for me, isn't it?" something I had to admit was true enough. But she also told me, every time she was with Pete, that as much as she loved me, she knew why Sharon had wanted Pete—she really understood. "I share one thing in common with Sharon," she would tell me often. "I like having Pete fuck me—I always cum harder for him than I ever have for you."

[SeaGirtCuck]

Great story.
Also I learned a new word from you, "encunt," thanks.

[roadrunner]

I remember reading this before, when you first posted it. (Didn't it win an "award" of some kind?) It's still as hot as it was then!

Thanks!

[commodore74]

Agreed, I remember this story and it is hot...especially that last zinger of a line. It is one of the classics I keep coming back to again and again.
Any more stories following the adventures of Z?

[cthubby]

one helluva great well written story!!

[HammerHeart]

An incredibly hot story Larson, just like all the others I have read in the past about your mind-boggling wife! Please post more of them here. They are some of the best cuckold stories out there. Well written and very hot.

[Paul_Pines]

I always, ALWAYS love your stories about Z. Thanks for sharing, my friend!

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul

[mace43uk]

just read this story its great and so so horny

[slindle]

Yeah, I have to agree. A really good story. There's something about having to masturbate to your wife's fucking another guy that is just so right.

[RickInPhilly]

All I can muster at this point is wow..........incredible...fantastic.....more to follow??

[Charley1000]

wish I had been Pete

[wingman]

did z ever tease u with stories of fucking pete? care to retell a few of those?

[Morgan]

If there is a better telling of a hotter tale I would very much like to know.
In the meantime Larson, please post more.

[Brigida]

Now that's X-Mas spirit !

[Larson]

It's Christmas again. Zee has a big date later this week, and a follow up is due.

[roadrunner]

Good to see you here again, Larson!

[trexxx]

Excellent story, Thanks very much for posting it.

[Morgan]

If there is a better telling of a hotter tale I would very much like to know.
In the meantime Larson, please post more.

I still feel this way and am bumping this for those who haven't read this very stimulating tale.

[sophie_joy]

I would enjoy reading more Zee stories.

[hattersfan]

That tale is more than ten years old and I never tire of reading it

[SamWarrens]

An oldie but goodie!
Would love to know if there are more in the series.

[avid fan]

Wonderful reread ..a true classic!

I think I may have read another Larson story about a handyman but it was too long ago

[Johng1953]

I know this is an old story but it's worth bringing it to the top again. What an amazing cuckoldress!
Pity we didn't get our 2015 update.

[wittol]

This was posted here in 2011, but it's actually much older than that. One of the great ones.

[Chrislydi]

I'd read this elsewhere a long time ago, but it never looses it's appeal. The old ones are the best.

Chris