Pre SexMas
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Sally felt John thrust harder, his legs tensing up, a clear sign he was about to come. Seconds later, he grunted twice and spurted his seed into her. He climbed off, leaving her with his rapidly cooling cum leaking out and down her butt.
Sally made the awkward waddle to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up with one of the wipes she kept handy. As usual, John had made only a minimal attempt to get her to cum, and she’d ended up faking it to get the whole thing over.
By the time she returned, John was scrolling through his phone, with the covers pulled up tight over his chest. With a sigh, Sally put on her oversized T-shirt and nighttime panties.
Was something wrong with her? She thought she still looked decent for her late thirties. She had small, high tits that were barely sagged. A nice pussy—maybe could do with a trim—and an ass that she thought still looked tight in a pair of yoga pants. Although John was not overweight, he was showing signs of middle age, and she sometimes wished he would attempt to maintain his appearance. He never took the time or made the effort to get her there these days. Her sigh carried her back to the passionate start of their relationship, where lovemaking consumed entire weekends. John looked up, peeling his gaze from the phone.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just—”
“What?”
“Don’t you wonder if there’s anything more than this?”
“More than what?”
“I mean going to work every day at the same boring job, eating the same lunch at the same time every day, coming home and making the same dinner. Spending the weekend fixing up the house or doing chores. Don’t you remember how we were when we first got together?”
“Sounds like a midlife crisis,” John responded instinctively. Then “Owwww” as she landed a fake punch on his arm.
“I damn well hope I am NOT at the midpoint of my life yet, and you’d better not believe it either.” She retorted.
“What does that mean?”
“You’d be useless without me, and you know it.” She was half joking, but she had his attention.
“I would not!” he exclaimed, but a moment later, his confident demeanor appeared to fade.
“Give me an example.”
“You barely know where the laundry machine is, and I bet you’d have no clue how to operate the vacuum. You’d also probably starve to death. Also, while I love you intensely, it’s not like I can see you going out to a bar and picking up a new woman if I passed away.”
John looked stunned. Reflexively, he reached for his paunch, stroking it as he assessed himself, shocked by her comments.
“Well, I’m happy to help around the house more. I just didn’t know you needed it. I guess I could hit the gym some more. Would you want me to pick up someone new if you weren’t here?”
“That’s not the point,” she said, annoyed. “It’s the way you say it. ‘Help out.’ It implies I’m primarily responsible for all the chores, and I need to ask for help when I need it. If you only want to hit the gym because I pointed something out, how much does it matter to you? And I don’t know if I’d want you to pick someone else up if I kick the bucket. Honestly, I don’t know why I said anything. I’m fine. Go back to your phone.”
John looked as if he was going to respond, but then thought better of it. Sally flicked off her bedside light, turned her face away from him, and pretended to sleep until she heard his gentle snoring on the other side of the bed. Then she reached into her bedside drawer and took out her trusty vibrator. She had been feeling extra horny the past few days. Maybe she was ovulating. Since her sex with John had been unsatisfying, she felt no qualms about taking care of herself.
She slipped her underwear down and pulled them off her feet. Reaching down, she cupped her mound, running her finger from her hole up over her clit. A jolt went through her. It had been so long since John had touched her properly. The times he went down on her, it felt like he was looking for the lost continent or something as he stumbled around. She’d loved his oral ministrations when they’d first got together. He’d regularly eaten her to multiple orgasms in a single session. What had happened to them? It wasn’t as though they had kids distracting them and destroying the mood.
For now, though, none of that mattered. She flicked the toy on, using the covers to disguise the noise. It buzzed gently on the lowest setting—the last thing she wanted to do was awaken John. The vibrator was modest in keeping with her usual standards. A small clit-stimulator. Nothing compared to the lifelike vibrating dildos and butt plugs she’d had in college. She’d always been afraid to use them with John, worrying he’d feel intimidated or not good enough. Then, as time went on, she felt like she couldn’t suddenly whip them out and call “surprise!”.
Even though the toy was small, she knew it would get the job done well enough, bringing it down to rest on her clit. She basked in the sensation as it performed its magic. Soon, she found herself pinching her nipple with one hand and squeezing her legs together around the toy, trying to both increase and yet delay her release. Sally thought back to her liberal arts days in college. She hadn’t been a total slut but had definitely had her share of action. She’d never feel guilty for bringing home a guy from the bar and sleeping with them on a first date.
Then there had been the times after she’d had a breakup. Looking back, she found it absurd that a relationship that lasted only a year warranted the word breakup, but it had felt like the end of everything. She’d had two such relationships during college, each time believing this was “the one.” She had dreamed of becoming like her parents, marrying her college boyfriend, and living happily ever after.
Both times, it had ended in tears when she’d gone over to surprise the guy in their dorm, only to find she was not the only girl. The first time the other girl had opened the door half-naked before the guy could stop her. Her boyfriend appeared in the background profusely, trying to explain that “nothing was going on.”
The second, a presumably unknowing/clueless roommate, had let her in. Sally had had the pleasure of finding the both of them in bed, the girl riding Sally’s boyfriend reverse cowgirl while he spanked her on the ass. It had taken all she had not to go on a rampage and destroy everything in the room.
Instead, she got her revenge differently. With the first guy, she’d gotten drunk and seduced his best friend, offering herself up for a threesome with him and his girlfriend. She’d done things that night that she’d never done again: going down on the other girl and letting the girl eat her pussy and being eaten in return. Then they’d both fucked the girl’s boyfriend as they kissed and licked each other. The night ended with a double blowjob and letting him finish in her mouth, swapping his cum with the girlfriend.
The second time had been worse. For her ex, at least. Sally came home with his roommate and another guy from the bar, spending the night with both. She let one guy fuck her while she sucked the other, allowing them to change ends as often as they wanted. She felt so slutty with a cock in her pussy and her mouth, or letting one guy eat her out while she sucked the other. They tried what felt like every position—her taking both cocks in her pussy at the same time. She had felt so full. The guys wanted to try one in the butt, but that scared her too much. They ended in the early hours of the morning with Sally on her knees, taking both guys’ cum. She stared up at them, mouth open, as they blasted huge jets onto her face.
Sally could still see the look on her now ex-boyfriend’s face as they met in the kitchen the next morning. She sat eating eggs, hair tousled, in only the guy’s shirt and a thong as the other guy tried—and failed—to sneak out unnoticed. It was obvious what she had been up to. A frosty silence descended on the room.
Both times, she had had some regrets. Not for the act itself, but that she’d done it out of revenge and under the influence. She had done nothing like it since meeting John shortly after graduating from college. While their sex had started out raunchy, it had involved no other people, only sensual, erotic passion between themselves, although they had done some light BDSM and an occasional spanking.
Sally was getting hot as the toy continued to stimulate her clit. Her pussy was wet and pulsing, and she was feeling an orgasm begin deep within her. She rarely used her college memories to trigger orgasms, but the way this one was feeling made her consider doing so more often. It was going to be a big one. She wished she had something to stuff in her pussy, which was gaping open. However, she had tossed out all those old toys when she met John. The thought of using her hairbrush crossed her mind briefly, but it was in the bathroom, and she’d probably have to throw it out afterwards. The memory of where it had been would probably ruin it for her.
She settled for tossing off the covers and jamming two fingers of her left hand inside her pussy, but it was awkward with the vibrator held to her clit. Sally could massage the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina, which gave her enough energy to launch into an amazing orgasm. The sensation began deep within her stomach and spread throughout her abdomen. Then it flowed down her tunnel before exploding through her clit. The walls of her pussy clamped futilely on a cock she only wished was there. Why wasn’t John present to help? But she would not let that ruin the feeling. Her stomach contracted, and she had to move the toy from her clit as she got too sensitive.
Then—disaster. She was in the last throes of her orgasm when her thrashing body sent her leg jerking right into John’s side. Hard. For a second she thought she’d gotten away with it and he’d remain asleep, but no, his snoring came to a rapid halt.
“What the hell?” he grumped. “Something hit me, and what’s that noise? What’s going on? Are you…?” His expression was incredulous as he caught Sally in her post-orgasmic bliss, the vibrator still buzzing in her hand. For a moment, she contemplated hiding both the vibrator and herself beneath the blanket, but she realized that would only exacerbate her guilt.
“I see,” John said, obviously hurt.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I was just—.”
“I can see what you were doing,” he said curtly. “So much for me making you feel good, I guess.”
“It’s not that.” She said, “I—I mean, you do make me feel good, but recently I haven’t felt good good. You know?”
“Well, it certainly sounded like it earlier,” he said with a wave of his hand. Then a look of horrified understanding spread over his face. “Are you… Have you been…?” he tried to ask.
“I—I’ve been faking it,” she admitted, hanging her head. “I’m really sorry, but it felt like you weren’t into things anymore, and it takes a while to get me off. So I faked it because I felt guilty asking you to do more work.”
Now John looked hurt. He crossed his arms, turned away, and lay on his side in the bed.
“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. It was a terrible thing to do. I thought I was helping, making you feel good, but I realize it was wrong.”
For a second, she thought he was going to storm out and leave her or ignore her and stonewall her until she left him alone. However, he gradually sat up again and faced her. She could see the start of tears forming in his eyes.
“It was a shitty thing to do, and I promise I’ll never do it again.” Sally begged. He nodded, lowering his arms and taking a less defensive position.
“It’s OK. I mean, it’s not like I don’t take care of myself.” He admitted. “Look…I’ve been feeling it too. I was too weak to bring it up.”
“How often?” Sally asked in a small voice, afraid of the answer. She saw an expression flit across his face, like he was going to say something to appease her. Then he spoke, and she could tell he was telling the truth. That may have been what saved them.
“Most days. Sometimes twice.” He said, his face flushing red. “Sometimes when you’re in the bed next to me. I do it quietly so you won’t hear. So I guess I don’t have a leg to stand on.”
“Well, what a sad fucking sight we are. Let’s express our thoughts and feelings openly and not hide anything anymore. If we don’t have open communication, how are we going to improve our intimacy?”
He nodded and took out his hand.
“Promise?” she said.
“Promise.”
She took his hand, shaking it formally. Then she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.
“We need wine. It’s the only way to fix this.” She went downstairs—in only her T-shirt, feeling his gaze boring into her backside. I still have something going for me, she thought.
Sally opened a bottle of wine—one of their better bottles. Then a thought crossed her mind. Fuck it. They were already in a shitty situation. Why not take a risk? She tugged the baggy T-shirt over her head and took a quick look down at her tits and stomach. Not as firm as in her twenties, but not bad. She saw a few stray strands of sandy pubic hair sticking out in an unruly manner—when had she stopped grooming herself? There was nothing she could do about that at the moment. She poured two enormous glasses of wine, gave her nipples a quick tweak to perk them up, and made her way back upstairs.
John was still lying in bed. Thankfully, not buried in his phone. She blushed red, shifting the wine glasses to reveal her bare breasts. John’s gaze immediately shifted to her chest.
“I—I think you forgot your top,” he said, grinning.
“So I did,” she replied. “I do hope you aren’t complaining, though.”
“Never,” he whispered as she leaned over to hand him the glass, dangling her firm breasts in his face. She got close enough that he could feel her warm breath on his face, then swept herself away, leaving him with a rising erection.
John moved toward her, but she waved him back.
“Wine first. And talking.” She didn’t put her shirt on, though, lying back on the bed, balancing the glass on her chest.
“I’ve been feeling unfulfilled with our sex for the last couple of years, and it sounds like you have, too. We need to fix this. We don’t have kids to use as an excuse for not making time.” John nodded at her but didn’t speak.
“Say something.” She implored him. “Don’t you agree with me?”
“I do. I—we both get so busy at work and then with chores on weekends, time somehow gets away from us.”
“Listen to us. Imagine saying that back in college? You had too much laundry to do to go out and get laid? We’re only going to be young for so long. I don’t want to look back when we are old and decrepit and remember how neatly folded the laundry was.”
“Well, what are you proposing? I can definitely work fewer hours. We could get a cleaner in every couple of weeks.”
“We need more than that. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I won’t object to having the help. Here’s what I think. We’ve both been taking care of ourselves on our own because we aren’t fulfilled. We weren’t always like that. I bet there are fantasies we use when we masturbate. Things we always wanted to do but never got the chance since we hooked up so young. It’s almost Christmas and a great time to reset for next year. I propose we each write down some fantasies that we’d like to act out. No holds barred, no judgment. We could organize it like the 12 days of Christmas, but we could call it the 12 days of SexMas instead.” She giggled at her own joke—definitely tipsy now.
“I know it won’t end on the same day as the real twelve days. I want us to target New Year’s Eve and send the year out with a real bang. Literally.”
“OK,” said John slowly. “So we can write anything? Anything at all? What if we have something the other doesn’t want to do? What are the limits?”
“Obviously, nothing involving bestiality or drawing blood. I also don’t want you to pee or poop on me.” She could see John needed some more convincing and so plunked her wine glass down on the nightstand. Sliding her leg over his hips, she dangled her breasts in front of his face. This time, she allowed him to touch her, reaching down to align her opening with his erect cock. She slowly slid down his length, eliciting a gasp from him.
“Doesn’t that sound nice?” She breathed. “You could write whatever you wanted, and I’d do it,” she whispered. Sally rose slowly, letting her pussy cling tightly to him, squeezing her kegels—muscles she’d long neglected.
“Yes,” he said, reaching out for her tits and taking her nipples between his fingers. Oh yes, she remembered when he used to do that.
“I say we try our best to do whatever the other person writes. If it’s something we truly don’t want or can’t do, we agree on an alternative that is as similar as possible. Or we use it in our fantasies if we think we can do that.” She slid down his length again, feeling his cock jerking inside her. She figured at this point he’d agree to almost anything, but she needed him to agree before he came. Once that post-nut feeling hit, it would be impossible to get any sense out of him. She moved slowly, dangling her tits in his face, nuzzling his neck, and letting her warm breath wash over him.
“OK, OK,” he said, laughing, “I’ll do it. If we don’t like it, we can always stop, right?”
“Right,” she said, sinking down, although she fervently hoped that once they got started, neither of them would want to stop.
“When do we start?”
“Let’s take a few days to think through our ideas and get ready. Say we start this weekend, then we do each fantasy every few days. That will give us time to rest and plan if we need to. That puts us right at New Year’s Eve when we do the final two. We can create a sexual advent calendar and open it every few days. We should start with the tamer ones first and work up to anything crazier. I know it doesn’t follow the real twelve days, but I think it’d be fantastically sexy to have a raunchy New Year’s Eve.”
“Agree?” she said, and he nodded. Shake on it, she said, presenting her tits to him. With a chuckle, he reached out and grabbed both, squeezing them as she thrust, causing his cock to explode inside of her. Jet after jet of cum splashed her insides. Her breathing was ragged as she pumped up and down, milking the last drops from him. Then he softened, slowly slipping out of her.
“Still a deal, even after you’ve cum?”
“Still a deal.” Then he reached for her, intending to get her off. It was a sweet gesture, but it was late, and she wanted to feel his familiar touch. Diverting his hand, Sally embraced him, eagerly anticipating what lay ahead.
The next day, Sally was like a woman possessed, waking John up with a full breakfast and cleaning the entire house before noon. She had the day off, but John had to go into the office. She could see he was angling to stay behind with her but shooed him out of the house.
She then began working on her task list. The days of SexMas were going to come thick and fast, so she would need to prepare.
Sally made herself a coffee with Irish Cream, feeling naughty for drinking so early in the day, then started on her list.
She liked that they would keep them a secret from each other, revealing the acts slowly throughout the days. True to her word, she started easy, asking John to take his time massaging her and bringing her to at least one orgasm without using his cock. She wanted to make the first one only for her, with John giving for the pleasure of giving.
The list got raunchier and raunchier as she added and crossed out ideas. Her panties were wet with her juices as she neared the end. Desperately trying to stimulate her clit, Sally squeezed her legs together. If she hadn’t been so turned on, she probably wouldn’t have admitted or even thought of the last couple.
Sally hoped John’s list would be at least as raunchy as her own, blushing at some things she’d included. She had a week to prepare, but realized it would go by fast. She felt alive for the first time in years.
Having completed her list, she had to go upstairs and take care of herself with her toy to quench the feeling that was developing between her legs.
Upstairs, Sally lay back on the bed, her toy vibrating against her clit. Again, she wished for something in her pussy but had to make do with only the clitoral stimulation. Frustrated, she flipped the TV on, looking for some porn to spice things up. She typed in the “xv” but before she could complete the word “xvideos,” the autocomplete kicked in. Confused, she clicked the proffered link, only to be presented with John’s previous search results. Shocked, she scrolled rapidly down the page. All the videos were of men cumming on women’s faces. She had never known he was into that. She clicked one at random and settled back, enthralled as the action started. There was zero plot, just a woman giving two guys a blowjob as she knelt by the side of a bed. Surprisingly, she got more and more turned on as she watched the woman devour both penises.
Then came the finale. The sight of a woman kneeling while two men splattered her face with cum should have grossed her out, but it was strangely exciting. Maybe it was realizing that John had likely lain in this same spot, wanking over the same video, watching eruption after eruption. On screen, the guys had timed their orgasms to perfection, simultaneously coating the woman’s face with white spurts of cum. As the last blast hit the girl’s face, a tremendous orgasm came over her. Her legs started to shake and vibrate, and her face and chest flushed as the pleasure washed over her. What was happening? Normally, she’d find this distasteful, but now she wanted more and more. Once she was done, she returned the toy to her drawer and spent a few minutes perusing the rest of John’s search history. It was facial after facial, followed by a lot of threesomes. Interesting, she thought. Who knew he was so kinky? This was good information.
Back downstairs, Sally searched out some lingerie sites, ordering a variety of frilly, lacy outfits that she knew would likely spend most of their lives discarded on the floor. She also took the chance to upgrade her regular underwear with some comfortable but lacy thongs and matching bras.
Remembering her unruly pubic hair experience from the night before, she went to the site of the local waxing salon. Her hand hovered over the options indecisively before she thought, fuck it, and clicked on the full Brazilian. Previously, she had only had her bikini line cleaned. However, she’d heard the guys all liked it completely bare these days and hoped that applied to John as well. She also booked a full manicure and pedicure.
Feeling wet between the legs again, she bucked up the courage to visit a well-known adult toy website. The selection of toys was overwhelming. It seemed to have exploded since she’d last snuck into a seedy sex shop, purchasing the dildos and vibrators that had gotten her through college.
She clicked on the various categories. Dildos, butt plugs, and web-connected vibrators? Electric toys that looked like miniature cattle prods…what? Nipple clamps? Clit clamps!?
Sally had no idea what they might need, so she picked from each category (except the cattle prod). She selected a couple of large vibrators and dildos. Although she had never tried anal before, she expected John would request it, so she included a set of butt plugs. She also added paddles and whips and a set of bed restraints. Sally also added various lubricants and a box of condoms to the order. She wavered over the condoms, knowing what that implied. Despite the shocking total and the worse overnight shipping, she was willing to do it if it could help improve their sex life.
By the time she finished her tasks, it was close to 2 p.m., but there was one more thing that piqued her curiosity. Voters had recently approved a bill making marijuana legal. She thought back to her days at college. The only option available to them back then was to purchase it on the black market from a man who always had access to illicit items. They had hardly known what they were doing, and it could have been anything that he was selling them. However, it had made her feel good and enhanced her orgasms.
She opened her browser and typed in “weed shop,” not expecting much. To her surprise, she found a weed shop just two miles away, and it was open. They noted on their site that they only took cash, which gave her a slight buzz, like she was doing something mildly illicit. Grabbing her purse, she steeled up her nerves, hoping it wasn’t some dingy place surrounded by drug addicts and sex workers. She stopped at the ATM first because neither of them had a use for cash anymore. Sally had no idea how much to get, finally settling for $120. The store itself surprised her. It was not in the best part of town, which made sense, but it was clean and well-kept, with a security guard checking ID. Once inside, the selection was overwhelming. There were shelves stacked floor to ceiling with all kinds of items. She recognized the pipes and bongs, yet the sheer number of tubs, boxes, and tubes was overwhelming. When she heard the call, her face flushed red.
“What would you like?” asked the clerk.
“Honestly, I have no idea,” she said, her face still hot. Maybe this was a bad idea, but she continued. “My husband and me—and I,” she stammered. “We’re trying to have sex, and we’re looking for something to spice things up.” She felt like a prize idiot. Trying to have sex? She sounded like a teenager. The clerk didn’t appear to be judging her, however.
“Edibles, green, or vape?” she said, chewing her gum loudly. Sally had no clue, but she used to smoke it in college. She explained to the clerk and told her her budget.
“Best way is to get some green and a pipe, then. Maybe some edibles, but be careful with them. They can hit you hard and take a while to take effect.” Sally nodded, scooping up the tub, pipe, and packet of chocolates when the clerk presented them. The total came to $140, but the clerk gave her a “first time” discount, bringing the total back to the $120 she was clutching in her hand. She thanked the clerk and hightailed it out of the store, not knowing why she felt ashamed.
Once back at the house, Sally stashed her illicit goods behind the bed, but what the clerk had said regarding the edibles stuck in her mind. She googled it, and it appeared difficult to get a consistent dose, and edibles took a while to have an effect. Many people, not feeling the effects, took a second or third edible and ended up significantly over-stoned.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she cracked the packet open. Should she? Why the hell not? She didn’t have to work. Sally bit into it, chewing and swallowing half the chocolate. It was research, right? She didn’t want to ruin their first experience by overdosing the both of them. There was no immediate effect, but she vowed to stick to a half dose and see what happened.
By the time John came home from work, Sally was as high as a kite, although she didn’t fully recognize it. There was a buzz in her ears, and she found herself laughing at the smallest of things. She was pleased to note that John was carrying his gym bag as he entered from the garage. She didn’t need him to be a gym rat, but when he at least put in some effort, it made her feel good.
The slow-cooked ribs dinner she was making were almost ready to be served when he returned from washing up.
“This smells amazing,” John said, lifting the lid from a pot and inhaling the scent.
“Thank you.” She had put on a dress and dug out a small pair of sexy underwear and a lacy bra from the bottom of her drawers. Sally was pleased to see both still fit well, although somewhat snugly. She hadn’t worn anything like them for years. The mere act of sliding the lace thong up her legs caused a stir in her pussy. Still, she resolved not to have sex with John until they started SexMas. She wanted to build the tension between them. That didn’t stop her from teasing him, though.
Sally opened a bottle of wine. It was still early, and they both had to work the next day, but she didn’t care. She decanted two glasses, bending over deeply and handing John his glass, knowing he’d get a look at her small but tight cleavage. She saw him desperately try to make eye contact as the front of her dress dropped away, giving him a magnificent view.
“It’s OK to look,” Sally said. “I am your wife, after all.” She didn’t know what was coming over her. The buzz from the weed and wine was reducing her inhibitions, and she found herself enjoying John’s gaze. She stood, ending the free show, and went back to her pot. She needed a serving dish, which was in a low cabinet. Feeling naughty, she bent over deeply at the waist. This caused her dress to ride up, giving John a superb view of her ass and maybe the bottom of her thong. Sally heard John gasp and was pleased to know that despite their recent lull, her husband still found her attractive.
Sally served the ribs on a bed of mashed potatoes, now unsteady on her feet. The weed had fully kicked in. This was excellent stuff. Her crotch was tingling, and she felt free. For the first time in forever, they focused on the food instead of endlessly scrolling through their phones. They spent the time talking instead. She was pleased that John was showing an interest in her day and the goings-on at her work. For the first time in her memory, Sally listened intently to him. They commiserated over some recent departmental changes that had left him scrambling with a team that was too small to do the work. His constant stress was now more understandable.
As John finished his wine, Sally cleared the plates and moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders, sensing the tension beneath his skin.
“Ahhh, that feels nice,” he said, leaning back, nestling his head into her cleavage. She spent the next ten minutes rubbing his shoulders and, for once, did not feel the irritation of giving without getting. Her hands hurt after a while, and she brought dessert from the freezer—gelato and raspberries. She sat across from him on the couch.
“Thank you; I needed that,” he said, digging into dessert. “I feel much better.”
John reached down and took one of her feet in his hand, balancing it on his knee. He kneaded it with one hand while finishing his spoonful of dessert. Then he reached out and took the other foot, rubbing both.
Sally leaned back in ecstasy. She hoped it wasn’t merely a tit for tat, but she was going to go with it. John’s hands felt heavenly as they massaged her tired feet, rubbing the knots out and releasing the tension. After he had been going for a few minutes, she got bolder. He was using both hands on one foot, so she placed her right foot on his knee. This had the effect of her dress riding up her legs. She saw his gaze move in that direction. It was a short dress, and she knew she was exposing a lot of thigh.
The next thing Sally did could only have resulted from the weed and wine having their effect. She reached down and raised the hem of her dress up her thighs, giving John a perfect view of her thong-clad pussy. Usually, she would feel a flush of embarrassment at being exposed like this. Was she clean? Was there hair hanging out? Had her juices soaked the crotch of the underwear unattractively? But she didn’t care. She wanted to expose herself to her husband’s gaze.
John continued rubbing her feet. Despite her closed eyes, she sensed his gaze lingering between her legs. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Catching his gaze, she reached her hand down to split her lower lips, brazenly touching herself there. The expression on John’s face was priceless. He didn’t know whether to continue the massage, touch her, or stay still. In the end, he ceased movement on her feet. Sally continued to touch herself through the thin lace, eyes closed and moaning.
“You do it too,” she rasped. “Touch your cock.” John didn’t need telling twice. He began rubbing his erection through the crotch of his pants.
“Doesn’t that feel good, and somehow naughty?” she said, slipping a finger under the fabric of her thong, dipping it into her wetness, and rubbing the ring of muscle at the top of her opening. Her legs splayed. Everything was on display. The fabric of her thong disappeared up between her ass cheeks. Hopefully, he was enjoying the view, though she wasn’t clean-shaven. She was extremely glad she’d taken the time earlier to whiff off the worst of her straggling pubic hair. John didn’t complain. He reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his pants drop to his knees. Sally could see the bulge in his underwear and a small wet spot of pre-cum.
“Why don’t we get more comfortable?” She said. John nodded, rose, kicked off his pants, and made for the stairs.
“Uh-huh. Let’s do it on the couch.” Sally lifted her dress up and off. John sucked in a breath at the sight of her in only a bra and thong and made his way back to the couch. It was the first time they had done anything outside of the bedroom in as long as she could remember. They used to be much less boring back in college. Sometimes making love on the couch, her roommates in the apartment. Once leaving their bedroom door open, reveling in the excitement of someone maybe seeing or hearing them. She didn’t know when that had stopped, but she was enjoying it again.
John lay back on the couch in only his underwear, Sally opposite him, again spreading her legs. She took one foot and moved it to his crotch, feeling his erection move beneath her. Taking his cue, he reached out his foot, rubbing it against her thong-clad sex. Sally hissed as the lace grazed her clit, combining with the weed and the wine to extenuate her sensitivity. They continued this for a few minutes, each massaging the other, raising their excitement.
“I’m not going to let you fuck me,” she said. “Not until we start SexMas. That doesn’t mean we can’t make each other cum. Fingers and hands only, though.”
John nodded and kneeled on the couch, approaching her. She helped him out by sliding her thong down her legs, exposing her pussy directly to him. The hair didn’t seem to deter him. John slipped a finger inside of her, reaching for the spongy spot on the top of her pussy, where her G-spot lay waiting to take her to heaven.
“Harder,” she said. “You can press it harder.” He nodded and pressed more firmly.
“Yes, that’s it! Oh fuck, use a second finger.” Silently, John inserted a second finger, stretching out her opening. She let out a gasp, loving the feeling. The initial stretch, she called it. It always felt more intense the first time she was penetrated. John continued to work on her pussy while Sally reached down to pull the cups of her bra down her chest, pinching her nipples. She usually didn’t cum from just touching; she needed the stimulation of a toy to orgasm. With the weed and alcohol, however, she felt an orgasm building up inside her.
“Faster,” she said, reaching for her clit. This was going to happen. She felt it well deep within her. Her breathing quickened, her heart racing. Sally felt her stomach contract as she came.
“Keep going!” She let out a whine. Thankfully, John continued to massage her G-spot back and forth. She came violently on his fingers, writhing and grinding back and forth, driving him deeper within her.
Eventually, she said, “Stop; I’m too sensitive now.” Her chest flushed, breathing ragged.
“That felt incredible; thank you. I haven’t felt that good in a long time.”
“Me neither,” John replied, his expression filled with genuine affection as he continued to gaze at her lying spread-eagled on the couch.
“Now. Your turn,” she said, indicating to him. John moved over, straddling her, as she took his cock in her hand. She loved the feeling—the skin pulsing as if it were alive.
It felt so naughty to be on the couch in their living room, in full view of all the windows, jerking her husband off. She explored his flesh as she had not done for a long time, feeling the silky skin moving under her hand. John pushed forward, probably trying to get him in her mouth, but she wagged her finger at him.
“Not yet; hands only, remember?” He groaned but didn’t complain. It only took a few minutes of her ministrations before he started to grunt and pant above her.
Between breaths, he exhaled. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Do you want to cum on my tits?” She continued to wank him, reaching up to massage her left breast and nipple.
“Ugh, yes,” he called out, grabbing his cock from her hand. Sally reached up and started playing with both tits as John stroked faster and faster above her. Then it started. Strong jets of cum pulsed from his cock, splattering her tits and reaching up as far as her neck. As he shot stream after stream, the liquid coated the lace of her bra and sprayed over her hands and fingers. After he finished, she lifted one hand to her mouth, licked some, and closed her eyes, showing him how much she loved it. In all honesty, the taste was so so; salty and slightly bitter. However, his sounds of appreciation more than made up for it, as did the passionate kiss he gave her right afterwards. She used her dress to wipe up as much of the cum as she could, dumping it in the hamper as they went to bed.
She again refused to have sex the next morning, but John did voluntarily make her cum with her vibrator, asking for nothing in return.
Sally’s wax appointment was that day, so she showered thoroughly, not wanting any hint of dirt or sweat for the attendant. Uncertain about the amount of hair she should have, she left it all in place. In the end, the waxer ended up trimming her hair first before waxing. She had read online that she should take ibuprofen first. Even though the ibuprofen dulled the pain, it still hurt as the warm wax tore out her delicate hairs, follicle by follicle, from her most sensitive areas. The worst part was right when she thought she was done, having to go on her knees and have the girl get her butt. She was incredibly thankful her shower had been so thorough.
The waxer suggested that the pain would decrease if she had regular appointments, prompting Sally to purchase a one-year package. She was walking delicately by the time she got home and, as recommended, wore loose clothes and no underwear, hoping the redness would dissipate.
Her deliveries showed up that day. Thankfully, John had to work late, so she could inspect them in peace. Sally tore open the lingerie packets one by one—they were so small—barely weighing anything, causing her to wonder at first if it was all there. She tossed it all on a delicate cycle in the washer and inspected the other items.
The butt plugs were first, the set coming in three sizes; the largest looked huge. She was confident she could take the smallest, and maybe the medium, but not the big one. The vibrators were standard, and she had no issues with them. Next were the bed restraints, which looked straightforward. Sally lifted the mattress and laid it flat between the two sections, hiding the cuffs under the covers, hoping John wouldn’t notice. Then came the paddles. There was a wooden and leather paddle. As a bonus, they had included some kind of riding crop and a fuzzy blindfold. She swatted her hand with the various implements. The paddles were fine when she used them gently. Their dull thud caused little pain, but when she struck herself more forcefully, it produced a deep heat. This was, of course, the relatively thick flesh of her palm, not her butt, tits, or any other more delicate area. The crop she could barely take. The lightest of swats left a searing line of pain on her hand. She quickly put it all at the bottom of the drawer. She’d definitely need a few glasses of wine before trying that.
She realized that the thought of roughing her up turned her on, despite her fear. She wanted to masturbate, but her pussy was still red and swollen from her waxing. Sally lightly applied a thin layer of witch hazel to her pussy to reduce the swelling. On a whim, she went to her full-length mirror, spreading her legs to look at herself. She hadn’t seen herself in years. Her own vulva and vagina. She reminded herself of the correct terms for the female anatomy. Pussy sounded rude and naughty, even though she was only saying it in her head. It was also the first time she’d seen it fully bald.
She pondered, “What did men see in these things that drove them insane?” Her skin was still red on the outside and looked like nothing special. Her outer lips snuggled together, forming a vertical line that spread from her clit to her butt. Gently, so as not to hurt her inflamed skin, she peeled them apart, revealing her delicate inner lips and her entrance. She had always had small lips, dark skin, and a barely visible clit. For the longest time, she had thought that something was wrong with her, though her boyfriends told her she was normal and beautiful. She still wasn’t seeing the beauty, but she used two fingers to spread her inner lips, revealing the pink, moist flesh inside. She experienced a surge of heat within her, yet she remained perplexed as to why men found vaginas so alluring.
Sally inserted a couple of fingers, gingerly cupping her hairless mound. It stung, but not as much as she’d feared. The pleasure of her fingers outweighed the pain. She’d never done this before, touching herself in front of a mirror, but it felt amazing. She started breathing hard despite the irritation. Her pussy was getting wetter. She spread some of her juices on her mound, slicking it up. Sally wanted to use one of her new toys, but she hadn’t cleaned them yet, so she stuck with her fingers, reaching up for her clit. She continued this for a few minutes, using her fingers to massage her G-spot, and then—incredibly—she was cumming.
Sally never came from her own fingers. Except now. She could see her opening pulsing in the mirror as she came, feeling her walls convulse as the orgasm washed over her. It wasn’t a big one, but it felt deep and intimate. She was flushed, her chest and face red, her breath coming quickly as the convulsions slowly wound down. It had been amazing to see how her vagina moved like that. It was something she could feel but not see when John was doing it to her. Going with the flow, she whipped out her phone, activated the camera app, and took several shots of herself in the mirror.
After dressing, Sally went back through the photos, selected the one she disliked the least, and tightened the crop. She almost chickened out, but then thought, fuck it. She pulled up John’s contact and hit send. The moment she heard the “swish” of the outgoing message, she panicked, fearing he might be in a meeting. Or maybe chatting with a colleague who would now know what her pussy looked like at its most intimate level, or that she had inadvertently sent it to her mother. That brought a surge of heat to her face. She checked her messages, and thankfully, it had gone to the correct person. Too late now, she thought as she waited in agonizing silence for a response. Three agonizing minutes later, she received a response.
WOW! The message appeared in all uppercase, accompanied by a series of wide-eyed emojis, followed by heart eyes. What did I do to deserve this?
Sally responded, I thought I’d do something special for our little adventure, followed by a wink-eye and a blushing face emoji.
Despite the prohibition on sex, John insisted on taking a tour of her newly smooth vagina that night. He was like a kid in a candy shop, oohing and aahing as she spread herself open in an increasingly vulnerable set of poses for his benefit.
Eventually, she gave him a handjob as a substitute for sex, allowing him to climax on her stomach and smooth pussy. Feeling naughty, she didn’t wipe up his cum. Instead, she put her T-shirt back on, letting the shirt absorb the viscous fluid. For the first time in her life, she wanted to savor the smell and feel of him all night as his juices dried on her flesh.
Sally regretted that the next day as she peeled off the shirt, which smelled much worse than it had the night before. It was the Wednesday before the start of SexMas. She would not let either of them cum until then. Sally wanted John to build up his desire for her to an uncontrollable level.
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SexMas Eve.
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That day, Sally rushed home from work excitedly at lunchtime to try on her new lingerie. The redness and swelling on her pussy had all but disappeared, and she was eager to see how it all looked. She’d worn one of the everyday pieces to work, savoring the feeling as the thong slipped over her smooth mons as she dressed. Her nipples rubbed against the lace cups of the bra when she reached back to clasp it. She felt deliciously naughty all that morning, knowing no one would suspect what she had on underneath her modest skirt and blouse.
Sally went to the back of her closet, where she had hidden away the racier pieces, stripping off her clothes. The first set was a basic lace thong and bra panty set with matching stockings. They felt so sensuous as she rolled them up her legs. The sets became increasingly raunchier until they reached the final one, a leather harness that left her pussy and ass exposed. She scrutinized the butt plugs, carefully selecting the tiniest one. She’d never had anything more than the tip of a finger back there before. Nervously, she rolled the cold steel plug in her hand, then went for it. John would likely have included it on his SexMas list.
Sally lay back on the bed, grabbing the bottle of anal lube she had ordered, then coated the plug liberally. Then she reached down, searching for the right spot. The steel was icy, but soon warmed up as she rubbed it across her flesh.
She found the spot and pushed gently. The plug began to penetrate her, but then she felt pain. Sally released a sharp gasp. Was she going to be able to handle this? She worked it in and out, a few millimeters at a time. Then the pain dulled, and she worked it in, slowly stretching herself open. She pulled it back out and added another dollop of lube for good measure, then put it back at her entrance. She pushed gently but firmly, and the head disappeared inside her, the widest part pushing hard against her sphincter. There was a lingering dull pain, but it was manageable. After a while, pleasure outweighed the pain. With one more thrust, the toy slipped into her butt, stopping only at the flared base. Now she knew why they made all anal toys with those. If not, she’d be on her way to the ER in a situation like you saw in the tabloids.
It felt like she had to poop, but in a good way. She gently rocked the toy back and forth, trying to breathe through the discomfort. Sally desperately wanted to masturbate, but she knew she had to stick to the agreement they had made. Just one time, she thought, no one needs to know. Sally knew, however, she couldn’t break the deal. She gently pulled it back out and pushed it back in, running the thickest part against her tiny opening again and again. She was nearing the end of her lunch break when she suddenly had a naughty idea.
Sally swiftly removed the harness and put all her lingerie back in its hiding place. Then she washed her hands thoroughly and wiped up all the excess lube on her thighs and butt. She put her regular underwear and clothes back on, leaving the plug in place. It felt good now; the psychological thrill of wearing the plug under her regular work clothes for the rest of the day filled her with excitement beyond belief. A surge of excitement coursed through her body, culminating in her clit, which was yearning for physical contact.
Ignoring the desire, she made her way back to work. Sitting in the driver’s seat of the car was almost enough to make her cum. The plug moved side to side in her ass with the motion of the car, stimulating her the entire ride. She spent the rest of the day alternating between sitting and walking, experiencing the full range of motions of the plug in her butt, getting no work at all done. Every time she had to move around the office, she felt a sensation of electricity coursing through her entire body as she walked and sat. She was amazed she hadn’t had an orgasm right there in the office. After a while, the pain increased, and she had to take out the plug, slipping it into her purse. Her ass felt empty for minutes afterward as it slowly reverted to its usual tight self.
Before leaving work for the day, she went into the bathroom and slipped the plug back inside herself, gently working it down to the base. Then she raced home, only to see John’s car in the driveway. He better not be breaking the deal, she thought. Part of her wanted to jump his bones and feel his cock inside her along with the toy in her butt, but she held off.
When she entered the house, he was sitting at the island on his laptop. She tried to detect any hint he’d been up to something, but there was nothing obvious, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Sally enjoyed walking around with the plug in place, knowing John had no clue. However, the plug was definitely burning now, and she didn’t want to start SexMas with a sore butt. How could she make the most of this? She went up to their room to change into pajamas, but instead of picking ones with pants, she pulled out a short babydoll she hadn’t worn in years. Then she took off her thong, leaving only the nightie.
Walking back downstairs, John gave her a wolf whistle. Rather than take offense, as she might have only a week ago, she felt the heat of desire start up within her.
“Steady there,” she said. “Nothing is happening until tomorrow, right?”
“Right.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She turned from him, bending at the waist, aware that the nightie would ride up, revealing the plug. Her face flushed with embarrassment. John better be looking while she did this. As her hands neared the floor, she heard the sharp intake of breath as he saw the shiny plug emerge from between her legs. A muttered “damn” followed, and she felt hands on her butt, rubbing around the edges of the plug.
“Oooooops, is my butt showing?” she giggled, scampering off to the bathroom to remove and clean it. When Sally returned, she pretended nothing unusual had happened and slid under the blanket next to John on the couch. The atmosphere was electric between them, and neither could wait for the next evening.